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smoochkooks · 5 years ago

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—make it right 1 (m.)

⟶ pairing: jung hoseok/reader

⟶ genre: smut (coming in second part!), angst, fluff

⟶ word count: 19k+ (this part)

⟶ tags/warnings for part one: hip hop dancer!hoseok/drummer!hoseok, ballerina!reader, enemies to friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, slowburn, mutual pinning, sexual tension, course language, drinking, hoseok’s hot bandmates, oc rolling her eyes at hoseok every five seconds, some banter and sarcasm, etc.

⟶ summary: he was a punk, she did ballet, avril lavigne sings, but truth to be told, there’s so much more than meets the eye about jung hoseok besides his drums, killer dancing skills and unexplained hatred for tattoos and piercings. because, under the layers of leather jackets and washed out joy division shirts, he’s still just a boy who tries to find his place in this big world.

or, alternatively: ballerina meets certain hip hop dancer slash musician who’s on a mission to win her heart with coffee dates and drumming lessons.

⟶ read second (and final) part here

The first time you met Jung Hoseok, it was raining.

September had just begun, welcoming the citizens of Seoul with copious amounts of not-so-summer-like weather. And at this point, after three days of non-stopping rainfalls, you were convienced that mother nature was trying to drown the whole city.

It was Saturday afternoon, last remains of August were still in the air, hidden underneath greish clouds covering the whole sky. That didn’t seem to be any problem for the tourists though, emerging from every single corner with smartphones glued to their hands.

You were running late for your ballet dance teaching class with an umbrella in one hand and your gym bag in another, maneuvering between puddles in white trainers, praying to whatever gods that existed not to soak them through and cursing yourself for constant bad outfit choices when it came to weather. Scorching hot afternoon with friends? Let's wear something black, your brain would suggest. Rainstorm? White converse highs is a great idea!

Your mother would choke you with bare hands probably if she saw you right now.

On your way to the studio, you bumped into some old lady carrying bags of groceries. You threw quick apologies, ignoring the screams of “watch out!’’ along with deathly glares that other people were sending in your direction you, until you finally reached your destination. Exactly five minutes before the time.

Just Dance dance school, located approximately twenty-five minutes long underground ride from your flat (which as a broke college student you highly appreciated), appeared in front of your eyes.

It was a modern building, situated in a part of the city that smelled like soy sauce and burnt meat, but during four months you had been working there you got used to it. There was a nail salon on the first floor and tailor on the second, but the whole third floor belonged to the school.

You started working there on Fridays and Saturdays a while ago, after completely coincidentally stumbling upon an offer found online. The school was looking for someone who could teach kids ballet on weekends. A young, energetic person with experience and, obviously, great patience and sympathy for children.

The only thing you were lacking of was background in teaching. But the manager, Choi Jisoo, did not mind that at all. A row of gold medals and trophies sitting on your shelves was enough to convince her you’re worth giving a chance on a probationary period. After few weeks of proving your skills as the best ballet teacher miss Choi would ever think of, you had got in.

And that was how you dumped your part time job at the petrol station to teach kids at Just Dance twice a week. Friday evenings and Saturday afternoons for a decent amount of money for a college student struggling with real life shit called university fees and rent, that even scholarship couldn’t entirely underwrite.

Now, climbing up the stairs with the speed of light, you knew you couldn’t bring yourself to lose this job because of your silly daytime nap that made you run late for classes.

You bursted into the locker rooms quickly, practically undressing in a hurry. After short examination in front of the mirror and fixing your usual mess of a bun, you spared a quick glance one last time at the clock. Four minutes of delay.

“Fuck!” you muttered to yourself, jogging to the practice room.

The halls, usually quite, now were filled with child-like chatter and bubbling. You frowned. That's strange, you thought to yourself. Your astonishment grew even bigger when you reached your destination, spotting a group of kids, your kids, in front of the practice room, bickering with each other.

“Hey!’’ you shouted, silencing them effectively. “Why aren't you already warming up and stretching inside?”

One of the kids, a little girl named Jiyho, stepped forward. “The room is occupied by some other group, miss. They were here when we came.” she said.

You raised your eyebrows. Did you perhaps messed up schedules and forgot there were some changes? No, that couldn’t be it. “What do you mean ‘occupied’?” you asked. “That's impossible, we've been having this classes every week here, in this room, for three months. I would know if there were any changes.”

Kids looked at you helplessly, shrugging their shoulders.

You sighed heavily. “I’m sorry, of course it's not your fault. I had a really crappy day and now this,’’ you drawled, pointing your hand at the door to the practice room. “Wait here. I’m gonna try to explain this quickly.’’ you added, smiling reassuringly at them.

When you opened the door, loud music filled your ears; some newest Drake's track you couldn’t remember the name of was playing from the speakers. Inside there was a group of kids, slightly older than the ones you were teaching, practing some hip-hop choreography.

Their teacher's back was facing you so you couldn’t distinguish if it was someone you knew from the school's crew. His dark hair with blonde highlights weren't familiar to you though. He was swaying to the rhythm of the music, counting the moves.

You cleared your throat loudly and there was no response. Of course no one could have heard you, not over the loud bass blasting through the speakers. You spotted the cause of your problem, a mobile phone charging in the corner of the room, so you went there and turned off the music entirely just before Drake could sing the chorus.

You cleared your throat again and this time everyone, including the dance teacher, heard you without a doubt.

Kids stopped dancing immediately and turned around, wide-eyed with heaving chests. Their teacher looked in your direction too, and now you were sure he had to be a new employee.

He was not much older than you, probably around your age. There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead he wiped out with the back of his hand, his white t-shirt with the name of some punk rock band you didn't recognize was slightly sticking to his toned chest. He was good looking, you couldn’t deny that, and there was something devilish in the way he eyed your figure up and down with a smirk plastered on his lips.

You almost blushed under his gaze.

“Is there any problem, miss primaballerina?’’ he asked first, not even hiding his mocking tone.

You straightened up, ignoring his choice of words. “A problem?” you scoffed. “You and your group took the room where I have my classes every Friday and Saturday, so yeah, there is a problem.”

“The room was empty when I came here, so I just took it, it's not a big deal.” he answered, shrugging his shoulders.

“It is a big deal. Are you blind? This room is made directly for ballet dances. See this thing beside the wall?” You pointed behind him. “It's called barre. We used that for stretching in ballet. Of course you don't know that, how an ignorant hip-hop choreographer wanna be like you would know.” you snorted, chuckling to yourself.

In the corner of your eye you saw your kids peeking through the door, clearly interested in this unusual situation.

He narrowed his eyes. “I know what this is used for, princess,” he countered. You rolled your eyes at the pet name he used for you. First primaballerina and now this? Touché. “But I still don't see the point of your outburst.”

You were slowly losing your patience. The amusement in the eyes of his dancing group started to get on your nerves. It was a battle for the life and death and you weren’t used to backing away and losing. You had kids to take care of, rent to pay and new season of RuPaul's Drag Race to watch.

So you picked up a new strategy.

“Are you perhaps new here?” you asked, startling him.

“I am, why are you asking?”

“Because if you weren't new, you would know that there is only one practice room with barres in our school. This one, which also happens to be the room where I have my ballet classes every week.” you said triumphantly with a glint of not-so subtle satisfaction in your voice. “So, can you kindly take your kids and go somewhere else?”

That's it, you praised yourself in your thoughts. You got him, he doesn’t have anything up his sleeve.

The guy, however, seemed very much unaffected by your words. If anything, he was even more pleased, making your stony facade broke in seconds as you were losing your former confidence.

“No.’’ he said simply.

You gaped at him. “What?”

“I said no, princess. I need ten more minutes to finish this practice and I’m done.’’ he replied, reaching for the water bottle standing beside the wall. “Ten minutes, and you will have your bars or barrels all to yourself.”

You ignored an urge to correct him, taking a few tentative steps until you were right in front of him. He outstanded your height for a few solid centimeters, making you feel even smaller than you already were.

In addition, you hated him even more for looking this good even up close.

“Ten more minutes?! I should have started my lesson fifteen minutes ago! My kids are waiting!” You outstretched your arms in the direction where your group was watching the situation cautiously. They looked like tennis match spectators, turning their heads left and right as the argument progressed.

“So are mine,” he snapped back in calm tone, his lips twitching in an amused smile. Your nostrils flared.

“Miss? We could use another room today. We don't mind.” one of the girls from your group, Jihyo as you assumed, proposed shyly.

“But I do mind! I’m not gonna leave it like that!’’ you said firmly, still looking straight into your new rival's eyes.

“Geez, loosen up your primaballerina skirt a little maybe.”

“It’s called tutu, you ignorant assh–!”

“What on Earth is going on here?” the manager, Choi Jisoo asked, entering the room. She was a middle-aged woman, once a contemporary dancer, now leading the school on behalf of her husband. Her red high heels were clicking loudly on the polished parquet surface as she was coming up in your direction. “I heard shouting, so I came to check. Can someone explain me why aren't you having your classes now?”

You immediately rushed to the manager, taking her hands in yours. “Miss Choi, I will explain everything. This man right here,” You pointed at the cause of your anger with distaste written all over your face and he simply rolled his eyes. “took my practice room and I have no place to have my classes.”

Miss Choi turned to look at the choreographer as well. “Is that true, Hoseok?’’ she asked.

The guy, Hoseok, nodded. “This room was empty, so I just took it. I didn’t know someone was supposed to teach here later.”

You scoffed. “There's a graphic hanging on the wall when you enter the building, you should've just–”

“Silence!” miss Choi said loudly and you stopped speaking, face flushed from the embarrassment of being scolded like that by your boss. “Jung Hoseok is indeed new here, so I will let that situation pass. And you, Y/N, will take another room for today’s practice.”

“But–”

“There's no buts. I’m sure Hoseok will know from now on in which room he should have his dance lessons. Go back to your groups, you are dismissed.” she added and left the room, leaving you to stare at her disappearing figure with wide eyes.

You clenched your fists by your sides, breathing deeply to calm your nerves. “Kids, go to the room 23.” you uttered, eyes focused on Hoseok.

He smirked, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “See you around, princess.” he half-whispered and winked.

Beginnings are always tough, and that was why after your first encounter with Jung Hoseok, you were certain you absolutely, undeniably hated his guts.

The second time you bumped into Jung Hoseok, it was Friday evening two weeks since ‘the accident' and you were walking out of locker rooms after your practice.

When you opened the door and heard strangled cry of “Ah, fuck!” you rushed to blurt out quick apologies to your victim. “Oh my God, I’m so–” you started but immadietly shut your mouth when you saw the person who you just hit.

Jung Hoseok, in his full glory of another The Clash t-shirt (you googled their music your first encounter with him and the only nice think you could say about them was that Jonathan played their song in Stranger Things first season) and yes, grey sweatpants (did he even own other clothes?) was standing before you, grinning in the most annoying way you could ever think of.

You wished you could wipe his smug expression off his face with sand paper.

“Fancy seeing you here too, princess,” he trailed off, leaning against the door and making you roll your eyes like every time you saw him on the halls of Just Dance. Even though you were avoiding him like a plague, he seemed to appear wherever you were. A true pain in the ass.

Maybe you were too stubborn, maybe it was your shitty coping mechanism, but decent conversation with someone like Jung Hoseok wasn’t your favourite part of the day, not after the way you were humiliated in front of your boss and underaged students.

Last week you walked past Hoseok's group and some of them giggled. You could swear they were already making jokes and memes about you behind your back.

And, the worst of it all, an absolute peak of your devastation, was the fact that even your own kids, those who were looking up to you, started to be more reserved around you. Jihyo baked some muffins because she had birthday the other day and didn’t treat you. Jihyo, the girl who once had told you she wanted to be like you in the future.

But none of this anymore.

You turned on your heels and started to walk away but Hoseok followed your footsteps. “Hey, it's rude not to apologize. My right hand hurts now, you know? I need you to kiss it better, princess.” he called, again in the same mocking tone he had used before.

And that was the moment you decided that if choking people to death had been legal, Jung Hoseok would have been already lying dead on the floor.

You ignored his words the best you could, acting like he was invisible. Avoiding the problem wasn’t the best idea you could ever think of, your mum would say but she wasn’t there, so you concluded it was better to act like Hoseok and the situation with practice rooms two weeks ago had never happened.

Hoseok, on the other hand, had very much different outlook on this. “Are you still mad about this thing with practice rooms?’’ he asked, looking at your right profile. You clamped your mouth shut, staring forward. He chuckled. “Christ, I didn't know you're that picky. Are all primaballerinas like this? Right, you are giving me silent treatment, I forgot. But can you please stop and listen what I have to say for a moment?”

After hearing his last words you actually stopped in your tracks, causing Hoseok to do the same.

You sighed heavily. Maybe he was right after all. You were a bitch sometimes, you couldn’t handle the defeats well and above all, you had probably the worst coping mechanism ever.

That was not the end of the world, somebody would say. Don't worry, be happy, Bob Marley would sing if he hadn’t died. Sparing one minute for Jung Hoseok wouldn’t make the ground to open in half underneath you.

“Go on, I’m listening,” you said, choosing casual tone of absolute unbotherness.

Hoseok took a deep breath, before he started speaking. “Listen, I’m sorry about what happened two weeks ago. It wasn’t intentional, I swear. As you know, I’m new here and you can argue or not but people sometimes deserve second chances,” he remarked, observing your reaction. You should stop rolling your eyes at everything that came off his mouth. “So, I thought we can go for, uhm, a coffee maybe? Tomorrow, after our classes.”

You raised your eyebrows, gawking at him.

“It's all on me. As an apology.” Hoseok added sheepishly.

A coffee? With Jung Hoseok? A hip-hop dancer who didn’t know what barre was? You opened your mouth to snap “am I joke to you?” but you stopped eventually.

To be fair, you had nothing to lose. He wanted to apologize after all, he was the first one to approach you and maybe that was how adults should act.

You looked at him once again, more intensely this time, trying to find any sort of fake politeness in his expression. But in his eyes there was nothing but genuineness. Maybe Jung Hoseok really just wanted to treat you in lieu of apology.

Finally, after a minute that seemed to last forever, you softened. “Fine.”

Hoseok's eyes widened. “Really?”

“Yeah, really. Stop staring at me like that or I will change my mind.” you grumbled and he grinned at you boyishly, in the way he probably made people fall for him. Because with that kind of aura he emitted, it was hard not to. Thank God you could easily resist his charms.

“That's settled then. Wait for me after your practice in front of the locker rooms.” he said, while walking away backwards. “See you tomorrow, princess!”

When he disappeared behind the corner, you muttered to yourself, “See you too, asshole.”, adjusting the straps of your gym bag.

It was a good while after that day when you realised that some people really did deserve second chances.

And Jung Hoseok was one of those kind.

Your third meeting with Jung Hoseok was a date. Actually, it wasn’t a date at all. You called it ‘coffee for the peace’. United we stand, divided we fall, they said.

Or to paraphrase Fergie: little coffee never killed nobody.

You found yourself standing in front of the mirror in the locker rooms, eyeing yourself with contorted look. Your hair was a mess, which you blamed the weather for. Even though mother nature stopped bombarding the city with rainfalls, the humidity was still there, lurking around the corners and waiting for the right moment to attack. You didn’t even know why you cared so much about your appearance. It was just a coffee, nothing more, nothing less, for God's sake.

With a sigh, you bent over to tie your shoes, and then you heard a voice coming from behind you. The same low, teasing tone that could only belong to–

“Didn't know you've been hiding this under your ballerina skirt all time,” Hoseok mused. “What a waste.”

You twirled around with a speed of light, facing him with slightly pinkish cheeks. It wasn't everyday that someone non-explicitly talked about your ass, especially someone like him. It wasn’t even on full display because you had your leggings on and you knew he was joking but still, your face felt hotter.

“What are doing here? You aren't supposed to be here, it's ladies locker room!” you hissed.

Hoseok shrugged his shoulders. “You’ve been here forever, so I decided to check if you didn't slip on your point shoes and died.”

You raised your left eyebrow. “Very funny. Now give me a minute and we can go wherever you want.”

“Watch your words, princess, beacuse I might take your offer seriously.”

He couldn't see you but you rolled your eyes hearing him say this regardless. You took your bag from the porch and turned around to face him with a bored expression written all over your features.

“Don't act like you're doing this as a punishment. You won’t regret, I promise,” After climbing off the stairs, Hoseok opened the door and you embarked on a street. “This place isn't far away from here, just a ten minutes walk.” he explained, choosing a direction you didn’t know.

To distract yourself a little, you started to observe the neighborhood. It was less crowded here, the usual smell from cheap restaurants was less palpable now. You were walking down the street you weren’t familiar with, you hadn’t had a chance to explore it like that yet.

It was dead quiet between you despite the hustle of the city. You weren’t used to this kind of silence and even though you certainly weren’t a master of small-talks, at least you had to try loosen up the heavy atmosphere a little.

“So,” you trailed off, “You seem to know this part of the city pretty well.”

Hoseok hummed, taking another turn that seemed to be some kind of a cutoff. “My old dance school I used to go is here, in this area,” he said. “I moved to the boarding school in Seoul from Gwangju when I was sixteen beacuse I wanted to pursue dancing. My parents weren’t very fond of it, but I told them that high school I chose had a very promising programme for kids who wanted to be business majors in the future as they wanted me to be.”

“And did you do something with that? Business, I mean,” you asked.

He scrunched his nose. “Nah, not really.” He looked like he didn't want to elaborate on that more, so you didn’t press him further. “Enough storytime for now. We're here.”

There you stood in front of a simple coffee shop like many others. Blue Side, signboard said in swirly fonts and English spelling. There was nothing distinctive about it, just an ordinary place you could find in neighborhoods like this in every single city, but you knew places like this one sometimes had living souls inside, telling their own stories.

Blue Side indoors looked exactly like the name was saying: azure walls, paired with modern white chairs and tables, grayish cloths adoring them. Classy, tasteful decor, someone would say, but one thing seemed completely out of place: big, framed pictures of sunflowers, your favourite plants, hanging on the walls like on a blue sky.

There was something bizarre about it, they didn’t match the rest of the decoration at all but at the same time they seemed to fit perfectly. They were bringing strange kind of calmness and halcyon aura to the place, marked with cold tones but broken through the yellow warmth.

Hoseok lead you to the table by the window. There wasn’t a lot of people beside you here, so a young looking waitress with dyed pink hair approached you pretty quickly, handing menus. She grinned broadly at Hoseok, too courteous for your liking, and for a moment you wondered just how many coffees the waitress served him before. Probably a good amount, judging by the way he returned the smile.

You looked through the positions briefly, before deciding on a simple espresso. Hoseok didn’t even open his. Regular customer, you thought to yourself, flesh and bones.

Awkward silence fell between you again and this time Hoseok was the one to break it.

“It's weird seeing you without your ballerina outfit,” he said, startling you. “And your hair isn’t in a bun today,” He pointed at the top of his head, tracing invisible circles in the air.

“Is that a bad thing?’’

Hoseok’s smile was smug when he spoke. “Not at all. You look good like this. Not so dramatic.”

You huffed. “I'm not dramatic.”

“Says the person who almost kicked me and my kids out of the practice room, and called me hip-hop choreographer wanna be.”

You opened your mouth to snap a witty response at him but the pink-haired waitress came to collect the orders. Maybe you were losing your mind but you could swear her lips weren't tainted in fuschia before.

“Just an espresso for me,” you said, sending the waitress a forced smile.

“Caramel frappuccino with–” Hoseok started, but the waitress interrupted him.

“With extra cream, got it.” she finished his sentence, clearly proud of herself.

You bit your bottom lip, trying to suppress an urge to chuckle. Hoseok sent a polite smile to the girl and averted his gaze to you. The points of his ears were slightly flushed in red.

“So yeah,” he uttered, scartching the back of his neck. “Where were we?”

For a moment you thought about teasing him a little more, but eventually you resigned. He looked enough flustered right now and you’re not that devil as you had thought.

“We were talking about me looking dramatic with a bun and tutu on,” you prompted instead.

“You know that's not what I meant.”

You ignored him. “Anyway, you too don't look today like a hip-hop choreographer wanna be.”

That was true, he didn’t remind you of the sweaty Hoseok in grey sweatpants you were seeing every Friday and Saturday on the halls of Just Dance after blasting Spotify Global Top 50 for a whole hour.

This Hoseok who was sitting in front of you was wearing ripped jeans and leather jacket paired with ankle boots you wouldn’t mind buying for yourself in a smaller size. Daredevil, that was a good word to describe him. Dangerous, daring, and maybe d–yeah, dumbass, your brain suggested.

Yet, one thing was still the same about him.

“What's with you and those t-shirts?’’ you blurted out before you could stop yourself.

Hoseok snorted at that. ‘’I like the band, so I wear t-shirts with their name on. It's as simple as that, princess. But I don't expect you to understand since you probably don't know who Joy Division is.”

You placed your palm on your chest, more offended by his words that you would like to admit. ‘’Of course I know who Joy Division is. I'm ballerina, not stupid,” you scoffed. ‘’Love will tear us apart is their song, isn’t it? I’ve been through this edgy phase on Tumblr in 2015. I know what I’m taking about.”

Hoseok looked at you with raised eyebrows and there was something in his eyes you couldn’t put your finger on. Was it amusement? Curiosity?

You didn’t have a lot of time to think about it though, because the waitress was back with your orders. Again starstrucked by Hoseok. Again smiling sweetly like kpop female idols on music shows.

While she finally put your coffees on the table (she spent definitely too much time doing it) and walked away, you spoke once more.

“I don’t get it,” you said and Hoseok muttered “what?”, taking a sip of his coffee. “I’ve never seen someone doing a choreography to Drake's song and be dressed like cliché rock band member the next day.”

Hoseok placed his cup down and looked at you with a smirk. “I have many faces you don't know about yet, princess.” he warned. Dangerous, daring, dumb–

“And when am I going to find out?” you countered.

“If you keep going for a coffee with me after our practices, I might reveal more of myself to you. As long as you are going to do the same in return.”

At that, you raised your eyebrows. Hoseok's eyes were challenging, asking you to pick up the dare and get to know him more and more, slice him layer after layer. Your subconscious was telling you there was so much more than meets the eye about Jung Hoseok than his annoying retorts and edgy t-shirts. And you were there to witness all of it.

“Fine,” you finally agreed, eyes narrowed. “We can hang out after classes. Sometimes.”

Hoseok grinned. “Great. Now, let's start getting to know each other!”

You're eyes widened comically. “Woah, slow down, boy. You know my name, know that I teach ballet and that I like espresso. What else should I tell you on our first dat–meeting?” you corrected yourself quickly. Date was a sacred word. Definitely not reserved for a man like Jung Hoseok.

“Oh, please. I also know it's better not to get on your nerves,” he pointed out. Smartass. “Tell me about how all of this happened. How did you become a ballerina.” he suggested.

You took a big sip of your coffee. “That's a quite long story,” you said languidly.

“I don't mind. We have time.”

You stared at him for a moment. He looked slightly out of picture, sitting in a quiet coffee shop, drinking a cup of the sweetest drink you could ever think of, while wearing clothes that made him look like he belonged to shady bars, where he could be surrounded by sleazy people sipping on their scotch whiskeys. There should have been a cigarette caught between his lips and fumes of smoke swirling around his features, but there was solace and the smell of caramel. Jung Hoseok, with a picture of sunflowers behind his back looked like no one you had ever met before.

And this kind of enigma that was this boy inflamed a strange curiosity in you.

So you picked up a dare.

“Well,” you began, “It all started when I was in kindergarten. You know how it is, when you are five years old and your parents want to divert their unfulfilled ambitions into you. You could say I was this type of kid, kinda. My mum was a ballerina when she was young, so was her mother, but when she got pregnant with me in very early stage of her relationship with dad, she had to stop her career and took care of me. Dad was constantly working, travelling here and there to gain as much money as he could for us,” you explained.

“Mum always told me that my grandparents weren’t quite fond of their relationship. Especially my mum's. You know, dad used to be some kind of a bad boy back then,” you chuckled, remembering the pictures mum showed you. Leather jackets, motorbikes and self made cigarettes. “Grandma constantly blamed him for ruining mum's dreams, for debauching her and then, I happened,” you paused to gulp a sip of your coffee and continued. “So yeah, my grandma never forgave dad. However, after years she had grown to tolerate him to the point she didn’t throttle him during Christmas.”

You smiled, thinking how your dad and grandma avoided any unnecessary conversations between them. It was all civil, good mornings and goodbyes spoke in casual tone, but the tension was so thick that any sudden impulse, like dad talking about old times after a few glasses of wine, could break everything they had built through years.

“It was actually my dad who took me to the ballet classes first. My mum never wanted me to follow her footsteps but dad somehow tried to, I don't know, redeem himself? He felt responsible for a long time and when I think about this now, he just wanted to make his daughter a next little ballerina so my grandma could be pleased.”

Suddenly Hoseok interrupted you. “But don't you think it's unfair your parents did that to you because your mum couldn’t, you know, continue her career anymore?” he asked and you were pleasantly surprised to see him intrigued by your little story.

You hummed, contemplating this for a second before you answered. “You’re right, maybe it is slightly unfair but I actually grown to love ballet while the years passed. And seeing my mum happily watching my performances is enough for me.” you said. Ballet was your whole life, it always had been, there was no point of denying it.

“What about your grandma then?”

“She died a few years ago. But I think she was proud of me. She never told me that verbally though. She was pretty bad at expressing feelings, but I know she was proud. I saw it in her eyes after my first big étude.”

It was in middle school, back when you were living in your hometown. Your group was performing Tchaikovsky's The Nutcracker and you got one of the leading roles. You never forgot the look in your grandma's eyes when she approached you after the performance.

“And what now?” Hoseok asked and you looked up at him. “What are your plans for the next, few years?”

“Now, I still have a couple of years to double major from ballet dances and psychology. And what would come after, we will see. I have a big performance in January that will determine something really important for me. And as for the future-future, teaching kids ballet seems really nice.” You smiled lightly.

You didn’t like to talk about your big performance aloud, since you weren't quite sure of what future was going to bring. It determined if you would get into four-months-long international scholarship in Russia or not. Only one person could win this. And you were strong-willed to at least try. You dreamt about it your entire life. To finally dance on the stage of Bolszoy Theatre, maybe go on a whole tour around the world with their crew. But that was for now a matter of your own luck and abilities.

“Wow,” Hoseok mused. “You have this all planned out, princess.”

You rolled your eyes. “That's just a goal, not actual plans,” you grumbled sheepishly. “What about you? Are you really a hip-hop choreographer wanna be?’’ You giggled but stopped abruptly when you saw his expression seemed to have changed. Gone was cocky, grinning boy he was just minutes ago. Now in Hoseok's eyes was some kind of sadness and melancholy that wasn’t there before. It didn’t suit him. He was smiling, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“No plans. I’m just living the moment.” he said matter-of-factly, like he was trying to play it the most casually he could. It was strange behavior.

Maybe Hoseok was right. He did have a lot more hidden underneath the layers he put on everyday. He just didn’t want to show it. Not yet.

The atmosphere condensed between you. It was thick and heavy with strange tension. You tried to loosen up it a little. It was probably your personality trait your friend would directly connect with your zodiac sign. “So,” you chimed in, “for how long this waitress has been giving you heart eyes?”

Asking that was completely unplanned but you had to think about something quickly, offhand. Hoseok’s features brightened a little and you didn’t know if it was because the question was about the girl or because you were the one asking him it.

Ironically, you hoped for the latter.

“Chaeyoung, you mean?”

Oh, he knew her name. Interesting.

You tightened your grip around the cup unconsciously. “Is there any other waitress here who has a crush on you?”

Hoseok smirked after hearing your snarky remark but chose not to answer that. “Actually I’ve never had more explicit conversation with her, unless it was about the coffee. Maybe I should try, what do you think? She seems nice.” His eyes wandered for a moment to the place where the waitress stood, talking to a customer.

You smiled but there was no true politeness in this. Why though, that was something to think about on another occasion. “Yeah, you should. Totally.” you gritted through clenched teeth.

“Yeah, totally.” Hoseok agreed, nodding.

For a minute it was mute but then he glanced at your empty cups and a small smirk appeared on his face. “So, where are you taking me next?” he asked out of the blue.

You blinked. “What?”

“I treated you this week, your turn is next.”

‘’I’m not gonna buy you food, the fuck. You treated me as an apology! I don't-” You stopped your outburst when you saw him snickering at you. “Why the hell are you laughing?’’ you snapped. There was probably a blush on your cheeks and you cupped them briefly with your hands to cover it.

“Because I was kidding. You don't have to buy me anything, I can pay for myself. Relax, princess.” Hoseok grinned. He didn’t seem to be as uneasy as before, so you scoffed at him. “But honestly, where are we going next weekend?” he asked, entirely serious.

“What makes you think I want to go anywhere with you?” you challenged.

He just sent you his signature, cocky grin. “Am I that bad company?” he teased.

“Decent. You’re decent company, Hoseok.”

“I’m flattered.”

“Don't be. That's just me trying to be civil.” you warned, pointing your index finger at him.

“Great, I’ll text you about it soon then, princess,” Hoseok announced simply, ignoring your surprised expression. He reached for the menu still lying on the table and opened it. “They serve good lemon tarts here, want some?” he proposed, going through the other positions briefly.

You furrowed your eyebrows, still processing what he had said earlier. “You don't have my phone number.”

“I do, actually,” Hoseok mumbled and his lips twitched.

Your eyes narrowed into slits. “How did you get my number?”

“Soyeon. I asked her and she gave me.” Hoseok answered simply, shrugging his shoulders.

A shocked gasp left your lips. “Soyeon, the receptionist? You swooned her over to get my number? She's married!” you exclaimed, staring at him in disbelief.

Now it was Hoseok's turn to roll his eyes. “Not my fault she couldn't resist my smile and sweet words.”

You sighed heavily. He was really testing your patience.

“Well, what about those lemon tarts?”

You tossed your head back, groaning in frustration that was probably heard by every single person passing by the coffee shop on this September afternoon.

However, you missed the way Hoseok's lips stretched out in a warm, sincere smile.

You did end up having those lemon tarts that day.

You couldn’t explain why or how, but in some way coffee meetings after dance lessons on Saturdays were no more just them. They turned into late dinners on Fridays and random text messages when you were bored during your lectures, which most times were eventually escalalting to Hoseok sending you tiktoks and memes you had saw million times before yet you laughed at them anyway.

It was a start of promising friendship, someone could say. Unexpected, with not so smooth beginning but blossoming into something much more than simple hanging out in your free time. But none of you seemed to notice it, not yet.

Before you could even blink, summer was officially over and fall started to make her way into the weather. Warm cups of coffee started to feel more and more reasonable with each passing day and one time you found yourself holding one while visiting Hoseok at his work.

It was Wednesday, you didn’t have any classes at uni that day and he texted you if you could come to the address he had sent. And you did, ignoring the cold wind and forgetting about the warmth between your sheets you had to leave. Which had been surprising even for you; a sacrifice for someone like Jung Hoseok, but again, you weren’t categorizing it like that yet.

That’s how you found out about Hoseok's other job. He worked at the Suga's Record Shop, where, as he had described it: you could buy legendary pieces of music while listening to another million dollar hits. He’d said he took the position at Just Dance because the actual interest in buying vinyls unfortunately wasn't increasing, so the guy who owned the shop, Min Yoongi was his name, had decided to reduce Hoseok's salary.

The shop looked like pulled out straight from 80s movies, with tons of records of probably every single artist you could think of. There wasn’t anyone beside you inside, so Hoseok walked you around, picking up different albums, classics, as he had said and showing them to you. He kept talking about them with true admiration written on his features, babbling about how Joey Ramone and his band invented punk rock and you found yourself watching him with amusement glittering in your eyes.

Days, weeks passed and it was already October approaching, turning green parks into wide range of colors that could only be described as autumnal.

You kept discovering more and more similarities between you and Hoseok than you would like to admit. One of them being your laicsm when it came to manga and anime. The solidarity was made one Friday after practices, when you both agreed on not understanding the hype after seeing some poster hanging out randomly on the street.

Music taste however, was another cup of tea. It was something Hoseok took his pride in, that was why he kept sending you various tracks encouraging you to listen to some good stuff until one day, with raised eyebrows, he learnt how wrong his previous assumptions about you had been.

“Oh my God, my song!’’ you exclaimed, when The Neighbourhood’s Softcore started playing while you were sitting at the Blue Side. It looked like the pink-haired waitress was absent, so were the latest k-pop tracks she constantly played in the coffee shop.

“You know them?’’ Hoseok asked, looking at you with bewilderment in his eyes.

You snorted at him. “Told you I had that edgy vibe in 2015 when everyone listened to Sweather Weather. The t-shirts are long gone but my love for Jesse Rutherford stays untouched.”

You started mouthing the lyrics but Hoseok interrupted you. “I thought you would be into some k-pop type of shit.”

He received a roll of your eyes in return. “Hey, don't disrespect k-pop like that! There are nice songs out there, people just choose the worse ones usually and complain how trashy they are.” you said, pointing your index finger accusingly at him.

Hoseok lifted his arms in defending pose. “Fine, fine, don’t cancel me. What about classical music then. Since you are dancing ballet and all,” he drawled.

“Do you want to know a secret?’’ You leaned over the table and whispered, earning a nod from Hoseok. “Most ballerinas know nothing about classical music unless they are pieces we use for our routines. Ask them about their favourite and the answers would probably be Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake. I'm most ballerinas.”

There was a moment of silence before you both erupted into laughter.

For people looking at you from the distance, laughing together until tears formed in your eyes, teasing and throwing playful snorts, you might have looked like you had known each other for years.

Something was ending, leaves were falling off the trees and sun hid behind the greish clouds but in the warm embrace of a small coffee shop two people found themselves in a hold of affection they couldn’t escape, no matter how hard they tried.

Because love sometimes comes into people’s lifes unannounced, tearing apart their souls and making them vulnerable for others’ healing touch.

It was late evening on Friday, when you were sitting at your favourite ramen place, bonding over food like it was the most natural thing to do, talk between next chews, bites and occasional slurps of Hoseok's mouth.

Miss Lee's ramen was cheap, not fatty and what was the most important – not popular among other residents of your neighborhood, so not many people decided to show up that evening as well. That became the reason why you had suggested meeting there with Hoseok after your lessons.

You were in the middle of playing 100 questions game, a new found way of getting to know each other better. It was completely Hoseok's idea because he seemed to be the most eager man to learn more about you that you had ever met in your entire history of dating which, sadly, wasn't impressive.

Last time someone asked you so many questions, you were doing personality tests on Buzzfeed.

Now it was your turn to ask something and after discovering that Hoseok poured milk before the cereal, liked green the most from all colors and was scared of needles (that's probably why he didn’t have any piercings, you thought to yourself) you decided you were really bad at this game.

But then, you recalled the interview you had recently watched with some k-pop group and after swallowing a generous amount of pasta, you aimed the target.

“What's your most prized possession?’’

Hoseok, however, answered without a second thought. “My drums.”

Your eyebrows furrowed and you looked at him in confusion. “Drums? Like the instrument?”

“No, like the cannisters.” he snorted sarcastically.

“So you can play?” you continued, ignoring his witty retort.

“Yes, I do. I started learning when I was a kid. My dad owned a music shop. He was renovating old instruments from time to time and that's how I was gifted drums on my 10th birthday. The same ones I have till this day.”

You hummed. “So you’re hip-hop dancer slash drummer? And what, you play in a rock band too?” you laughed but stopped right away when you saw his serious expression. You gasped. “Oh my God. You do play in a band! And you didn’t tell me sooner?!” you exclaimed loudly. Young couple sitting few seats from you sent you deathly glares. You mouthed “Sorry!” and directed your attention to Hoseok again.

He simply shrugged his shoulders. “There wasn’t an opportunity before,” You shook your head in disbelief at that. “Told you I’ve got a lot more to reveal.” He smirked and fuck, you hoped the blush that covered your cheeks right now was from the spice noodles you had eaten.

So Jung Hoseok and his love for leather jackets and old bands wasn't unreasonable. You hated yourself for wanting to see him play, sweat covering his forehead and lips bitten in concentration. What a sight it could be. Truly mesmerizing.

You had to stop your brain from wandering through such dangerous territories.

“So,” you started after clearing your thoughts, “Are there any other hot musicians in your band?” you asked, regretting your choice of words as soon as they left your lips. You wanted to slap yourself mentally.

“Did you just call me hot?”

“In your dreams. Now tell me about your rock band,” you blurted out quickly and let out a shaky breath afterwards. That was very much close to a catastrophe.

Yet you didn’t miss the way Hoseok's lips lifted up in amusement, trying to hide the laughter blossoming in his throat. “We are actually a punk rock band. There’s four of us. Namjoon, electric guitarist and the leader who sticks us all together since 2016. Jimin, in charge of vocals and bass guitar, and the youngest member, Jungkook, vocalist and bass guitar player as well.”

“How did you all meet then?’’

You weren’t even hiding your curiosity at this point. You justified yourself by thinking it was your only chance to be as close to the real (punk) rock band member you would ever be.

“You probably won’t believe me, but we all met at the university. I was studying business for a year before I dropped out of it and that's how I met Namjoon, who’s been my roommate ever since,” Hoseok said. “I met Jungkook and Jimin through Namjoon. He introduced them to me saying they all took part in some underground concerts for amateurs and after that they started hanging out together. You might say it was a coincidence we all met like that but I don't believe it. I think we were meant to come across each other eventually, you know, to save punk rock together.” He laughed to himself after finishing his little story.

You smiled at him genuinely and there was no mockness in this, it was true sympathy and probably something else, not so easy to describe.

You imagined four boys, with head full of dreams and hearts filled with raw passion, doing something the world didn’t believe in, but they had enough faith in themselves to prove everyone wrong.

“So how’s the band called?” you asked.

“Punk’s Not Dead.” Hoseok responded, cheeks bright red with mortification.

“Punk’s Not Dead,” you mused to yourself. “Sounds nice. Clever, I would say.”

“It's actually a name of the movie. It was Namjoon who made it up. He's the smartest from our group. After all he isn’t studying law without a reason.”

Your eyebrows lifted in interest. “A future lawyer playing in a punk rock band? I thought nothing is gonna surprise me after hearing you, hip-hop choreographer wanna be, are also a drummer. What about the others? Doctors? Stripteasers?”

Hoseok chukled lightly. “No, none of that. Jungkook and Jimin both work together as mechanics,” he answered, reaching for his now empty ramen bowl. You gaped as his calloused fingers adored with rings curled around the item, moving it to the side. Hoseok had pretty hands, you noticed. Hands of musician.

Sudden idea popped up in your head. “So when am I gonna hear you playing live?” you asked, smirking at him.

“Soon actually.”

“Soon?”

“Yeah, soon. We are having a gig next Saturday at Namjoon's brother bar. You should come.” Hoseok suggested.

What kind of hollywood movie plot it was, you didn’t know, but you found yourself enjoying the main female protagonist's role probably too much.

“Next Saturday,” you mumbled to yourself, counting days in your head. Right, it was the day your best friend was coming back from Los Angeles and you had to pick her up from the airport.

You bit your lip. Ah, fuck it.

“Fine. I’ll come,” you said. ‘’But can I bring my friend as a company?” you added and Hoseok smiled broadly.

“The more people, the better.”

It was a while after the concert when you learnt it wasn’t entirely a good idea but right now, with Jung Hoseok and his cocky grin he was flashing you, nothing else mattered.

Incheon International Airport was a place utterly unfamiliar to you.

Last time you had visted it, was when you had been in ripe age of ten, welcoming back your aunt Jia from her ‘life journey’ to Tibet.

Aunt Jia was an extraordinary lady, she had proved it announcing the whole family her departure to Tibet for a six months long ‘detox’, nearly giving your mother heart attack when she had talked about bonding through the nature and finding her inner peace in a temple among Tibetan monks.

But it was years ago, now aunt Jia was older and her interest in buddhism was way more sustainable, limited to buying different Buddha figurines in art decor shops.

So today, you were at the Incheon International Airport for the second time in your life, again welcoming, this time your best friend Hana from her almost two years long stay in United States.

You met three years ago, both freshly graduated from your high schools and starting a new, adult life in Seoul as roommates. You had become close friends pretty easily, sticking together through ups and downs of dealing with real life shit, as you used to call it.

Ballerina and soon to be actress, both too dramatic for this world but getting along just fine through a whole year, until one day Hana had announced over a bowl of cereal she had received an opportunity to go on an international scholarship in USA she had always dreamt about. A lifetime chance, one in a million, as she'd said. Learning acting from American professionalists, walking down the never ending sunshine streets of California. Something only outstanding people can experience.

That was how Hana had ended up in Los Angeles, the City of Stars and the world's factory of make-believe. Thousands of kilometers away from home. Today, she was going to step on her country's ground for the first time in two years since she had been gone and you were more than thrilled to see her again in person.

She hadn’t exactly told you why she was back, neither she had explained for how long or, what was the most important and disturbing: why this was happening all of a sudden. And something was telling you it was all too suspicious, a perfectly wrapped half-lie.

Hana said someone from her old friends from acting school had told her that the National Theater was preparing to do Victor Hugo's Les Misérables and suggested she should try her luck with castings, since she had played the main role while being abroad. It sounded convincing though, how wouldn’t, she was a good actress after all.

That was Hana’s version of events. How really was, you didn't know, not yet. But you were sure something about this whole situation was too strange to be true. And you were determined to find out exactly what.

It was late morning in Seoul, foggy and with definitely too much humidity in the air. You were standing in the arrivals hall holding a self-made sign, produced out of boredom and your true love for DIY Pinterest ideas. Besides your friend’s name, you had painted palm trees on it and added glitter that was still stuck to some parts of your bedroom floor. You probably looked ridiculous holding it in your hands but you didn’t care, shifting from left foot to right. Waiting.

When you were about to check the time, you saw people coming up in your direction with suitcases in their hands. And then, among a crowd of nameless passengers, you saw a familiar blonde pony-tail and black polka-dot suitcase that could only belong to one person.

You could feel the roll of your best friend's eyes before you actually saw it, Hana shaking her head and chuckling to herself because of the absurd sign you were holding.

When Hana was approximately ten meters from you, you cleared your throat and half-yelled in flat english, “There she is! My California girl!”

People around looked in your direction with both distaste and amusement but Hana only sighed, until breath was knocked out of her lungs from the sheer force of your hug.

“Oh my God, I missed you so much!” you mumbled into the material of her grey coat.

“We talked and face timed each other practically everyday,” Hana grumbled but deep down, even if she didn’t say it, she missed you too.

“That's not the same!” you protested. “Lemme look at you properly,” You pulled away from the hug, putting your hands on Hana's shoulders and eyeing her carefully. She looked skinnier than three years ago when you had met but that was a question for another occasion. Her skin, gingerly touched by Californian sun, made her look like she had just come back from holidays abroad. “You're definitely too tanned for October,” you pointed out, earning a chuckle from her.

“Come on,” Hana said, tiredness clearly apparent in her voice. “Let's get away from here.”

Back in the Uber that was driving you to your place, the atmosphere seemed to shift. Unspoken questions were lying at the tip of your tongue and you wanted to let them out instantly but you knew better. No rush, one information at the time. So you started from the simplest one, or you just thought it was.

“Did you tell your parents you're back?” you asked and Hana visibly grimaced after hearing it. Of course she didn’t, there was no point of lying.

“Not yet.”

“When are you going to tell them then?”

There was a pause on the other side of the seat and followed by a heavy sigh, Hana responded. “They still think I’m in California because my scholarship physically ends in two months. I will visit them home as soon as I’ll settle down in Seoul again.”

Settle down? You furrowed your eyebrows. She was going to stay for good here?

“So what are your next plans?’’ you wondered aloud.

“Go to that try-out in the theatre next week, see if my stay in America was actually worth something,” Hana chuckled dryly, almost bitterly. “I was also thinking about finding some part time job so I could afford a place on my own once I get back to acting regularly in theatre. I don’t want to overuse your kindness.”

“You're not using–” you started to protest but Hana cut you off.

“I am practically throwing myself at you because I don't have a place to live. But don't worry, that's not for a long time.” She smiled lightly and you reciprocated the gesture. Hana then turned her head to the window, looking out of it for a while as you passed the streets. She murmured something about the weather that you didn’t hear well because your thoughts were somewhere else.

You tried to digest all the revelations your friend had just told you. It looked like Hana wasn’t planning on coming back to Los Angeles any time soon or she wasn't going to do it at all, but that wasn’t the most puzzling issue about the whole situation. It was strange because she’d never said anything about staying abroad for longer, not even once, until she met him. That happened to be some kind of an anchor for her, a reason why she had started questioning openly her further life choices. Had something happened that she changed her mind completely?

You caught in the corner of your eye the sight of Hana absentmindedly playing with the ring on her finger and you decided it was now or never, you had to ask her or you will never be able to muster up the courage.

“What about Taehyung?” It seemed out of the blue, vocalized so suddenly but deep down it wasn’t. And Hana knew that. Her fingers ever so slightly tightened around the ring and then pulled away. “Does he know you’re staying?”

She didn't visibly flinched, didn’t scrunch her eyebrows or purse her lips, didn’t protest. Maybe it was because she had been taught how not to show any emotions, maybe it was because she didn’t want to show any emotions at all. Her face was blank when she spoke, eyes distant and thoughts probably far away from the small space of the car.

“Taehyung recently got a role in some new Netflix series. One of the main roles actually, so it's going to take him some time to finish recording.” she said, not answering the question and she was well aware of it. It was right there on the tip of her tongue but she hesitated. Maybe the realization was too much to handle for her.

“So he seems to enjoy his stay in America,” you trailed off, watching as Hana smiled lightly but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Yeah," she nodded. “He is.”

And that was enough of an answer for you.

You had been watching Hana falling for Taehyung for solid two years since she had left grey streets of Seoul to drown in Californian paradise. They met in acting school and got the scholarship together. The most divine, the most talented students the school had. Somehow over the thousands of kilometers of homesickness they started dating. And you were happy, you couldn’t be more glad seeing your beat friend chasing her dreams with a person who cared about her by her side. But the news about engagement few months ago had come as a shock to you, although you had not said anything. Hana's smile when she had showed you the ring had been enough to convince you of her happiness.

Right now, sitting by her side and listening to her talking about it so emotionless, so blankly, you were sure that in every single Hollywood fantasy there was a crack.

“So, here we are.”

After opening the doors to your apartment there was a slight pause, before you spoke again. “I know it's nothing special but for that price and in location so close to my uni I couldn’t find anything better. It's small but–”

“Can you please stop rumbling for a second?” Hana interrupted you abruptly. She was literally standing in the door with the suitcase still in her hand because you didn't let her in any further. “I told you it's okay. You allowed me to stay here even though there's barely enough space here for one person.”

“But still, the bathroom is like the smallest I have ever seen... Oh, and there's a soy sauce stain on the wall in kitchen because I still haven’t figure out how to remove it and–”

The door banged loudly and you jumped from the sudden noise.

“What the fuck! You know how easily I get scared!” you exclaimed, placing a hand on your chest, calming your rapidly beating heart.

Hana shrugged her shoulders. “I’ve had enough of your stupid complaining. Now, show me where will I sleep beacuse I feel like passing out any second now.” She placed her suitcase on the floor, taking off her coat and kicking off her boots.

When you were living together as roommates, Hana was the one who organized the chores and yelled at you after making a mess and not cleaning up. She had been doing it as a matter of habit even during her absence.

“Sleep, yeah,” you muttered to yourself, shrugging off your coat as well. “Technically there’s no second bed here but you’re going to sleep here,” you explained, pointing out at the small sofa that was standing in a place you called ‘living room' just because it was connected directly to the kitchen. Beside the sofa, it consisted of the lamp and a tiny glass table where usually was a mess of your belongings but right now it was all cleaned and polished.

Hana slumped down on the sofa, closing her eyes. “God, I missed that. There was some yelling kid on the plane and their parents couldn’t shut them up,” She sighed tiredly. “Now I can nap for the rest of the day. And night.”

You bit your lip, looking at her slumped body. Today was Saturday, the day of Hoseok's band concert you had been invited to and you still didn't prepare your outfit or, what was the most important, for the whole week you hadn’t messaged Hana about the fact that she was, in fact, invited too. You felt guilty asking your freshly out of twelve hours long flight friend to come with you but you had no choice.

“Hana,” you started and it already sounded pleading, not casual. She cracked one eye open. She knew when you had some buisness to her and it seemed like that now. “I know you’re tired, jet lagged and all but what would you say to a power six hours nap and going to a punk rock concert tonight with me?” you blurted out quickly.

Hana opened her eyes completely and now was looking at you dumbfounded expression on her face. “What?” she stammered out.

You moved to sit next to her on a sofa and took a deep breath. “So here's the thing. You know I work at the dance school now right?” you began and Hana nodded slowly. “I met a guy there. He teaches kids hip-hop. His name is Hoseok and he actually isn't only a dancer, he's also a drummer. And it might sound stupid but he plays in a band too,” you explained, avoiding her burning gaze you could feel on your skin. However, if you looked in her direction, you would see the soft smile adoring Hana's features. “We kinda started hanging out about a month ago and recently he invited me to his band's concert. And I really want to go but I thought you could accompany me cause I don't wanna be there alone all the time so, yeah.” you trailed off sheepishly.

There was a bit of silence and you were waiting for Hana to scold you but instead you received reaction you weren’t expecting at all.

“You’re dating some guy and you didn’t tell me?!” Hana bursted out. She had a mixture of disbelief and probably a little bit of betrayal written across her face.

You held your arms up in defending pose. “We aren’t dating!” you protested, scandalized someone could ever put words dating and Hoseok's name next to yours. “It's just some casual hanging out after work, just friends. Friends.” you repeated.

Hana rolled her eyes at that. She knew you better than you would like to admit but she decided not to tease you about it any further. “So, is he hot? He must be, he's a drummer after all and they are hot in theory,” She wiggled her eyebrows, nudging you with her elbow while you groaned in frustration.

“If that will make you happy, yes, he is good looking,” you sighed. There was a tiny bit of blush covering your cheeks. “But as I said, we’re just friends!” you emphasized the word again, looking at Hana intensely like you were trying to embed it in her brain so she wouldn't think something else.

“Will you go with me then? Please? I need emotional support.” you pouted. “Besides you owe me for letting you stay here.” you added and it might have been a little unfair move to maake but you didn’t care about that.

Hana sighed heavily, like she was really contemplating the decision even though she had made it a while ago, just to keep you in suspense for a little longer. She fought and urge to ask about said emotional support while Hoseok was only a friend and instead she nodded her head.

“Fine, I’ll go,” she said, lifting her index finger before you could crash her body in a hug. “But I need to take this nap first.”

You grinned at her. “Thank you, thank you,” you kept mumbling, cuddling her body tightly against her protests.

“Now lemme wash and sleep.” Hana grumbled in annoyed tone but you knew she wasn’t mad at you at all. Deep down, even after layers of well trained, measured actions she had a good heart.

“Punk’s not dead? What kind of name for a band is this?”

You were standing before the door to the bar, side by side, watching as different people, mainly young, were passing you and coming inside. Hana eyed the pink poster that said ‘Free entrance!’ with her arms crossed over chest.

“That's the name for the punk rock band.” you said with a glint of annoyance in your voice, not even sure why somehow affected by your friend's words. You liked the name, it wasn’t obvious and sounded catchy. For you at least.

Hana snorted. “I hope they are worth my jet lagged self that I’m sacrificing here for you.” she sighed, averting her gaze from the poster hanging on the window and pushing the door inside.

The bar, Dionysus, was Namjoon's brother’s property, as Hoseok had explained to you. They played their mini concerts here since they had met, actually gaining money from this because the owner was letting them take some part of the earnings from alcohol buying. Also, there was always a small box on the bar counter where people could throw their money inside if they wanted to support the group directly.

Inside, there was a respectable amount of people already standing before the stage where everything seemed to be set up, except for the actual band members that weren't present, apparently hiding at the ‘backstage’ until their main entrance. You spotted drums standing at the back of the stage and you suddenly felt not so sure of yourself.

“There's a whole stage here? Geez, they didn't come to play,” Hana wheezed to herself, taking in the surroundings. “Do you want to drink something first?” she whispered into your ear.

You glanced at your phone to check time before answering. “I don’t know. I kind of want to be by the stage when they start playing.”

Hana nudged your side. “Relax, I will push my way through those girls in leather skirts for you. Come on, let's warm up a little.”

You looked in the direction of the stage once again but eventually gave up, letting her drag you to the bar. Maybe the drink wasn’t a bad idea. You didn't quite know if you could survive the evening completely sober.

The tall, handsome looking bartender smiled at you cheekily when you sat with Hana by the bar.

“What can I get for the lovely ladies?” he asked, eyeing you both misheviously.

“What do you recommend?” Hana leaned her head on the hand, smiling at the man as well.

“I could make you my absolute speciality: Aphrodite’s nectar.” the bartender suggested.

“Go on, surprise us.” Hana said, earning a confident smirk from the man before he turned around to make your drinks. She rolled her eyes, pulling a few bills from her purse and throwing them to the self made money box with ‘Thank you for the support – Punk's not dead’ caption.

“I could pay for myself, you know,” you muttered under your breath but loud enough for Hana to hear.

“Shh, don't say anything and let me support your friend with a generous tip before the actual show. Hope they’re worth it.” Upon her words, the bartender handed you your drinks with “Here you go.” followed by the cocky grin.

Hana frowned when she saw pinkish liqueur poured to the vodka-size glass. “Seriously? This is his speciality? Pink coloured vodka? Isn’t that supposed to be called sex on the beach?” she scoffed and drank the substance in one go, flinching after she swallowed. “I've had better.” she commented dryly.

You followed her actions, drinking up the alcohol as well. You coughed a few times before you asked, “Can we go now?” It sounded like a childlike pleading but you didn’t care.

Hana nodded after exhaling loudly and you both made your way to the stage, like she had said earlier – pushing through the crowd of other people. There were shouts of swears and insults thrown at you from every side but Hana didn’t give a fuck, practically dragging you by your hand while you were muttering quick apologies to every single girl in leather skirt.

When you reached very front of the stage, Hana grinned at you. “See? Told you we’ll be in first row. God, I haven’t been to punk concert for a very long time.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “You've been to a punk concert before?” you asked, confused with her words. Hana seemed to be taken aback by this question, like she just realised she had said something she hadn't indent to.

“Yeah. In high school. Like I said, long time ago.”

“Why didn’t you–” you started but immadietly stopped, when the lights went out followed by the oooh! from gathered people. “Oh my God it's happening,” you half-whispered, clutching Hana's hand.

“Youjust referred to The Office without watching it.”

“Shut up!” you muttered, ignoring Hana's giggle.

Next thing you knew, sharp lights shimmered and few, firsts accords of electric guitar resonated through the bar. You absentmindedly squeezed Hana's hand tighter. Then, more lights flashed, along with the thumbing sound of drums and the whole stage illuminated with bright, silver colors.

You didn't even realise you were holding your breath the entire time. You eventually got back to your senses when one of the boys started singing an unknown to you song, probably self-written by them. His hair was pink and you recognized him as Jimin, remembering the photo Hoseok had sent you where he had captioned everyone. Jimin was leaning towards the micstand lazily, like he was purposely doing it this way. His guitar was dropped on his back nonchalantly.

Next was Jungkook, the youngest in the group. His mop of black hair was nodding along to the rhythm of the music, his eyes and attention solemnly focused on his guitar. He didn’t wear any jacket and his muscles on ink-covered arms flexed with his every move.

On the other side of the stage stood Namjoon, the one who Hoseok lived with and referred as the leader of the group. He also had some tattoos on his forearms but not as many as Jungkook. He smiled lightly at the crowd when someone shouted his name, showing the tiniest of dimples on his cheeks.

And there it was the last member. Hoseok.

Your breath hitched in your throat. You had seen him dancing a few times before in Just Dance, ever so passionate but this was different kind of passion. He was fierce, completely devoted to what he was playing, hitting the notes like his life depended on it. He didn’t had any tattoos adoring his skin and his ears weren’t pierced like his friends' but he had an exeptional energy in him, power that he emphasized with every move, every tap of his drumsticks. For you, he was the most divine of them all, the brightest spot on the stage. A born performer, flesh and bones.

The song was catchy, something quite similar to the ones Hoseok had sent you after many ‘pretty pleases' from you. Jimin and Jungkook's voices were blending together just fine and you found yourself bopping to the rhythm of the music until you felt Hana's hand on your shoulder. You turned around in her direction with a smile that quickly disappeared when you saw her expression. She looked like she had just seen a ghost. Even in the dimmed lighting you could distingiush she was paler than before.

She leaned towards your ear and half-yelled, trying to outshot the crowd, “I need to get some fresh. I don't feel well.”

You looked at her with worriedly. “I'll go with you,” you declared but Hana stopped you.

“No, stay here,” she protested firmly. “Enjoy the show. I'll wait for you outside until it's over.”

“You sure?” you asked, earning a nodd from her along with a light smile that didn’t look much convincing but before you could say anything else, Hana was making her way through sweaty, bouncing bodies again. You watched anxiously as her blonde hair disappeared between the mass of nameless people and then, the song was over. You released a long breath and glanced at the stage.

Namjoon took the mic and tapped on it a few times. “Ehm, hi. We're Punk's not dead, as you know probably,” he chuckled lightly, making you smile, despite the uneasy feeling in your chest about Hana. “I'm Namjoon and I’m the leader of the group. I thought it could be nice if I introduce everyone before we start so... here we go. On the left, there's Jimin,” He pointed at the pink-haired man and audience, mainly female attendants, cheered loudly. Jimin smirked lopsidedly.

Namjoon continued, “Next there's Jungkook,” The youngest lifted his head and smiled boyishly in bunny-like manner, scrunching his nose in process. He looked familiar, you thought to yourself. Strange.

“And, our amazing drummer: Hoseok!” Namjoon presented and you screamed upon hearing Hoseok's name before you could realise what on Earth you were doing. Hoseok stood up from his seat and grinned broadly, waving to the crowd. Then, miraculously, his eyes landed on you and if that was even possible, his smile visible widened. You thanked whatever gods that existed he couldn’t see the way your cheeks flushed.

“Thank you for coming here today. I hope you'll have a great time,” Namjoon said. “And now, we are going to play our new song called Cigarettes after sex*, written and self-composed by Jimin. Enjoy.” he finished, nodding to his friends.

The song was beautiful, it carried the lash of melancholy and sadness behind every single word that Jimin sang and he visibly felt it too, making it seem even more real by the sheer emotions of heartache written on his beautiful features.

They played a few more songs after that one, some of them were covers of the bands you were familiar with thanks to Hoseok and his signature t-shirts. Before you could blink an eye, it was over and Namjoon was thanking everyone one more time for coming and then they disappeared behind the black curtains after receiving a loud applause for their performance.

You stayed like that for a while, still basking in aftermath of everything that had just happened, humming to yourself some melody from one of the songs you had heard tonight. You turned your back to the stage, watching other people leaving the bar. Lost in your own world, you definitely didn’t hear footsteps behind you.

“Did you enjoy your time, princess?”

You jumped in your place, twirling to the direction of the voice you knew so damn well. Hoseok was smirking at you while crouching down on the stage. His friends were also there, behind him, packing their stuff.

When you calmed down your breathing enough, you shouted, “What the fuck, Hoseok?! I told you to not do things like that to me!”

He only chuckled in response, smiling cockily at the furious flush on your cheeks. “I asked you a question,” he reminded.

What was it? Ah, right, he asked about the concert. You pursued lips, crossing your arms over chest. You wanted to say it was showstopping, spectacular and all those adjectives Lady Gaga had used in that famous meme video of hers but you didn’t.

“It was decent.”

A smirk appeared on Hoseok's face. “Decent, huh? Wouldn't say so, after seeing you cheering so loudly in first row,” he teased. ‘’I'm flattered. I’ve never had such devoted fan of myself.”

He thought that pink blush which colored your cheeks was cute. Fuck, you were cute, trying to cover your embarrassment with an unamused expression.

“I cheered for your friends, you know? Not you.” you mocked but it was pointless, he was already standing up from his position, knowing what was the truth.

“Come on, let's go to the backstage,” He made quotation mark on the word backstage while saying it. You grimaced. “There’s nice after party setting up there,” he tried again, this time pouting slightly and you eventually gave up. You had promised you would come, after all. Hoseok grinned when you followed his footsteps, walking to the supply base at the back of the bar.

“Jungkookie!" Hoseok shouted before he twisted the knob, whirling around for a quick moment. Jungkook lifted his head up in Hoseok's direction. “Don't forget to close the door when you finish packing!”

The youngest member nodded, going back to his previous work.

Beside you and Hoseok's bandmates, inside the ‘backstage’ was the same handsome bartender from earlier, Namjoon's brother as you assumed, and a woman with dark, shoulder-length hair that stood next to Namjoon, leaning into his body. He had his arms wrapped around her, talking to his brother about something. She introduced herself as Minhee, Namjoon's girlfriend, extending her hand to you in friendly gesture when you approached them with Hoseok.

“Oh, we met before, by the bar. I’m Seokjin, the owner of this lovely place.” Namjoon's brother, Seokiin, said, shaking your hand.

“Hyung, you can't give it a miss, can you,” Namjoon grumbled behind his back but Seokjin ignored him. That wasn’t probably the first time he flexed about owning a bar, you thought to yourself.

“How did you like the concert, darling?” Seokjin asked you suddenly.

You rushed to reply. “Oh, it was really nice! I’ve never been to anything like that before but I enjoyed it very much.” you responded. Hoseok muttered something about you being a liar under his breath but you acted like you didn’t hear him. “I really liked the second song, the slow one.” you added, averting your gaze to Jimin who was sitting with his head bowed down in front of the vodka bottle.

Seokjin patted him on the shoulder. “Yah, did you hear that Jimin-ah? You’ve got a fan of your sad songs here!” he said, breaking into laughter but Namjoon stopped him by sending his brother a warning look. Jimin though barely even acknowledged his or your words, lifting his head up for a brief moment and eyeing your figure without any emotion on his face. Then he got back to the glass of alcohol again, pouring the substance into his mouth in one go.

“He broke up with his girlfriend like six months ago or something and still hasn’t quite move on,” Hoseok whispered into your ear. You let out an “Oh,”, sending one last apologetic smile to Jimin, even though he wasn’t looking at you at all.

Hoseok motioned you to sit by the table with others and you positioned yourself between Namjoon's girlfriend and Hoseok. The only absent person seemed to be Jungkook who was probably still fumbling with packing their stuff.

The conversation was oscillating around the concert. Hoseok mentioned that the audience had been much bigger than the last time and Namjoon kept babbling about some technical issue with his guitar that you couldn’t understand.

“Don't worry. I've been with him for three years and I still know shit about what he's talking about too," Minhee said to you, probably after seeing your clueless expression. You both bursted out into laughter.

You were supposed to ask her how had she and Namjoon had met but Seokjin interrupted you, walking in with a bottle of champagne.

“Where the hell is this kid Jungkook?” he grumbled. Hoseok quickly explained he was packing their stuff on stage when he last had seen him. Seokjin hummed and placed the bottle on the table. “And what about your blonde friend, darling?” he directed next question to you.

You froze in place.

Holy shit. You completely forgot about Hana.

You didn’t respond to Seokjin, so he assumed you hadn’t heard him and went back to opening the champagne bottle.

You pulled out your phone from the pursue and cried out in mortification after seeing the messages.

[22:11pm] Hana: I was at mcdonalds across the street lol im heading to the bar now

[22:11pm] Hana: come up for me please

[22:15pm] Hana: ???

10 minutes ago.

“Fuck!” you muttered under your breath, frantically typing a response.

“Is everything ok?” Hoseok asked, his voice laced with concern.

You shook your head. “I forgot to come up for my friend after the concert. She wasn’t feeling well so she left and stayed outside.” you hastily explained, already standing up from your seat, clutching your phone in hand. Hoseok followed after you.

You pushed the door open, although the sight you saw behind them wasn’t anything you could ever expected. The surprised words escaped Hoseok's and your mouth simultaneously.

“Hana?”

“Jungkook?”

They stood facing each other, looking like they were interrupted by you mid conversation, probably in too close proximity for people supposed to be strangers. Hana's astonished face leaned out from behind Jungkook's tall body in the direction of the voices. Slowly, like she didn’t expect to be caught this way. And that was weird, beacuse she looked like she didn’t want to be seen in Jungkook's presence by the others, like their close proximity was something that shouldn't have been acknowledged.

Jungkook turned around as well, however ever so recultanty. And then, when you saw his face clearly now, jet-black hair and inked arms, it all crashed you like a wave. That was why he seemed to look so familiar. You knew him, maybe not personally, but you knew who he was. The boy from Hana's photograph she had pinned to her cork board when you had been living together. A beach with crystal blue sea behid their backs, the same boy yet with less tattoos than now, carrying your friend on his back, both grinning to the camera like it had been the happiest moment of their lives. Until one day Hana was gone and so was the photograph.

You felt like you were interrupting something too intimate for you to step in with your shoes like that. You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but Hoseok helped you out instead. And you thanked him for that mentally because you weren’t sure of your mouth anymore.

“Looks like your friend is safe and sound.”

Hana snapped out of her previous shocked haze upon hearing his words and automatically composured herself. She took a few meassured steps away from Jungkook. Gone was the slight shock on her face, she was back to her calmed persona. “Yeah, I'm all good. I was about to text you I’m going home.” she said, her words directed to you. She then exchanged quick glances with Jungkook, glances that could look the simplest from other people’s perspective but not for you.

Hoseok though, fortunately, didn’t seem to feel something was apparently off here. It was for the better he thought like that. “So you won't stay to celebrate with us?” he asked Hana.

Jungkook’s jaw clenched ever so slightly. He was still standing there, unsure of what to do

Hana shook her head. “No, I’m sorry. I’m still tired and jet-lagged from my flight so I will just wish you great time and go.”

“You sure? I can go with you too, if you want,” you suggested after containing yourself enough to finally vocalize some thoughts. But Hana only smiled at you. Forcefully, which didn’t miss your attention.

“It's okay. I want you to have fun. I already called a cab for myself anyway” she reassured.

Hoseok protested. “Someone could drive you home. I’m sure Jungkook wouldn't mind–”

“It's fine, really.” Hana said firmly and you knew by the clench of her fists she was slowly losing her patience. At the same time, Jungkook's eyes flickered ever so slightly after hearing his hyung's words and then went back to his previous unreadable stare.

Seeing Hoseok opened his mouth to protest, you took his wrist, hoping he would take the hint and not add anything more.

“I must really go now. Take care of Y/N and have fun.” Hana smiled politely, looking at Hoseok and he reciprocated the gesture. She didn’t really acknowledge Jungkook at all, even though he had somehow his gaze fixated on her the whole time. But Hana did that all pursposelly, so Hoseok couldn’t suspect anything. She wasn’t stupid after all. Well crafted actress knew how to act.

She came up to you, hugging you briefly. “We'll talk tomorrow.” she whispered into your ear because she knew that you couldn’t be fooled so easily, that you felt something was not right from the very beginning since she had announced her comeback from the States.

Hana waved one last time to you, exiting the bar. You could swear Jungkook's eyes lingered on her figure a little too long to be considered unbothered, until he turned around and went back to the stage. You prayed Hoseok wasn’t going to ask him what had he been talking about with Hana or why did he even decide to approach her like that.

“Come on. Let's go back. Jungkookie will close the door.” Hoseok said instead.

You listened, letting him take your wrist and walk to the supply base for the second time tonight. You wondered for a moment if Jungkook was going to chase after Hana, but you shook your mind from those thoughts. It wasn’t your life to make decisions and judge them.

A little while after you sat on your seat again, Jungkook came back as well and you somehow felt the rush of relief swimming through your whole body. He slumped down next to Jimin on the couch and said something to him you couldn't make out exactly, but pink-haired man laughed bitterly at that, filling his best friend's glass to the brim.

Next two hours you spent there passed like a blurr. You kept talking with Namjoon's girlfriend practically the whole time. You found out Minhee was studying medicine and she had met Namjoon through some discussion club she had joined in her freshman year. It had been attraction from the first disagreement, as she described it cheekily.

When Namjoon called for Minhee to talk about something on the side, you averted your attention to Hoseok who was sitting in front of his empty glass and scrolling through the phone, clearly discontent with you intentionally avoiding his attempts to tease you about something you had said, or avoiding him in general.

“Aren't you drinking anything?” you asked him with raised eyebrows.

Hoseok snorted. “Someone has to drive you home, princess.”

“Bullshit. I can take the cab.”

“Well then, I don’t feel like drinking anyway.”

You eyed him carefully and then it hit you. “Oh my God,” you blurted out, trying to stifle the giggles blubbering in your throat. “You are not drinking because you are a lightweight!” you accused, not even hiding your amusement now.

“That's not true,” Hoseok grumbled but his red ears gave him away. He was a bad liar.

You pushed his chest with your index finger. “Admit it!”

Hoseok looked at the ceiling and sighed heavily. “Fine, I am. And what about it?”

You giggled. It was probably some champagne mixed with wine you had drank with Minhee speaking through you but you didn’t falter when you said, “Nothing at all. That's cute.”

Hoseok frowned. “Cute?”

“Yeah, cute. You're cute when you're flustered.”

Hoseok parted his lips in both disbelief and annoyance because relatively speaking, you took it out from his mouth. It was his remark, for God's sake, he was the one supposed to say things like that to you. He hadn't drunk even a drop except one, symbolic glass of champagne yet he wanted to argue with you about it like five years old child. Because if anything, you were prettier and yes, cuter than him, and he had a sudden urge to spell it out for you.

Yet he faltered for a moment after hearing abrupt glass crashing from the other corner of the room. You looked in that direction too, seeing half-conscious Jimin slumped down on the couch, Jungkook sitting next to him and saying things to him you didn’t hear. You could make out only “hyung” and “please, calm down” falling from younger's mouth.

Jimin seemed like he had no idea about what was going on around him. When he opened his eyes for a moment they were bloodshot and glassy, probably from too much alcohol he had drank before, or maybe even from something else entirely. Then he murmured something to Jungkook and black-haired boy sighed, standing up from his position and approaching Namjoon and Minhee furiously talking about something in the far corner of the room.

“Here we go again,” Hoseok breathed next to you and you scrunched your eyebrows, focusing your attention on the scene in front of you.

“Hyung, please–”

“No, Jungkook. We can't do that again.”

“Please, I swear it's the last time. He won't let me take him home unless it's with her,” Jungkook pleaded. “It'll worsen anytime soon. I don't want to see him like this."

Namjoon pinched the bridge of his nose. “Do you think I don't know that Jungkook?! Last time was supposed to be last. And now it's happening again. We can’t continue it like this,” he said, looking in Jimin's direction where Seokjin was trying now to convince him to let go of the half empty vodka bottle Jimin was clutching tightly to his chest.

“Hyung...”

“Stop arguing. I already texted her like 20 minutes ago when I heard he started talking about her again. She's on her way,” Minhee interrupted. “But this has to end. He–they can’t live like that.” she said and Jungkook breathed out heavily with relief, thanking her over and over.

Hoseok hummed next to you, making you jump slightly on your seat from the sudden sound so close in your proximity. “What's happening?” you asked him and he let out a long sigh.

“I don't think you want to see that. I should take you home.”

But before you could answer, someone banged loudly on the back door. Seokjin moved from his seat and opened them, letting inside a girl around your age, dressed in all black. Her hair was dyed in red and she didn’t have any make up on, assuming by the ungodly hour she might have been woken up or she hadn't gone to bed at all.

“Who’s that?” you whispered to Hoseok’s ear.

“That's Nari,” he answered simply, like her name was carrying all the needed information without giving into other details. “Jimin's ex girlfriend and probably the only source of light in his life.”

Nari moved automatically, like it definitely wasn’t the first time she was in similar situation. She crunched down on the floor in front of Jimin's slumped body and touched his thigh lightly, murmuring his name. Jimin's eyes snapped open at that and he blinked a few times, focusing on the sight before him, like he couldn't actually believe she was there, with him, like his head was messing with him and betraying the bloodshot eyes.

“Nari,” he muttered and it sounded unsure, pained. “You're here. You came.”

“Yes, I’m here.” she replied with a soft smile, standing up to sit next to him on the couch.

Jimin's hands reached for her, cupping her face in his shaky palms, thumbs stroking rosy cheeks, checking if she was really here, flesh and blood. “You dyed your hair,” he said softly with croaked voice, putting a strand behind her ear. “You look beautiful.”

It all felt too intimate for you, like you were stepping into a scene you weren’t suppose to be in. You quickly averted your gaze somewhere else. In the corner of your eye you spotted Jungkook looking at what was happening in front of him with blank expression. He had seen it probably many times before, after all. Suddenly, strangled sobs echoed through the room and everyone involuntarily snapped their heads into direction of it.

Nari was hugging Jimin's shaking body, rocking him back and forth as he cried out words into the material of her jacket.

“Please, don't leave me.”

“I won't. I’m here. It's okay,” she kept murmuring to his ear until his breath slowed down enough so she could say, “Let's go home.”

She motioned for Jungkook and he obliged, helping her lift Jimin's limp body from the couch like he weighted nothing. They left without a word, just like that, and heavy silence fell in the room. No one was in right mood to continue celebrating, not after everything that they had just witnessed.

Namjoon was the first one to break the silence. “We will be going. It's been a long day.” he said, placing his hand on Minhee's waist.

“Indeed.” Seokjin agreed. “I’m gonna go upstairs to my place too. I’ll clean up in the morning.”

Hoseok also stood up from his seat, putting his palm on your shoulder. “Come on. It's time for us too.”

You nodded, rushing to bid everyone goodbyes.

Outside, in the middle of the night, where all the demons had left humans bodies making them vulnerable for the bracketing world, you took Hoseok's hand in yours. It was warm, despite the coldness of the air.

“What would you say if we took a walk by the river? I need to clear my mind.”

The puffs of air around your face when you spoke were telling you it was a bad idea, but Hoseok smiled in response.

“I’ll lead the way.”

Long walks by the river were meant for warm summer nights when sun set lately and rose in the very morning before you could blink an eye open. They were meant for the steamy nights, when people didn’t have to worry about the coldness, when they could wander under the starry sky with bare shoulders and heavy eyelids.

October absolutely wasn’t reasonable time for the walks in the middle of the night but this time he weather was kind, merciful. There was no sight of the frost and even though it wasn’t the most pleasant aura, even though hands had to be tucked deep in pockets of the jackets, everything could be bearable.

Maybe somehow, when you reached that point in your life, circumstances stopped being the most crucial, as long as you were with the right person.

Boulevards by the Han River were common spot for the citizens and tourists but not in this time of the year, not when fall was threatening everyone as a trailer of the winter. Colorful lights illuminating themselves on the surface of the water were always the same, no matter which part of the year it was; always mesmerizing, always spectacular even for the people seeing them every single day.

This night however, they seemed to shine not as bright as the stars.

“I feel bad for Jimin and this girl,” you said, breathing out the puffs of air in the process. It had been silent between you and Hoseok since you had left the disaster of a party until this very moment, when you finally gathered up enough courage and inhaled cold air to clear your mind and vocalize your thoughts. “Do you know why did they break up?” you asked Hoseok.

“I don't know the details, just overall,” he answered, keeping his gaze ahead of him. “The only person who knows the truth is probably Jungkook but he had never told us anything.”

You hummed, digging your fists into the pocket of your jacket deeper.

Hoseok continued after a while. “I didn’t lie when I said she was the only source of light for Jimin. Beside her and music, he has nothing to cling onto in his life. There's no Jimin without music. Always has been.”

The images from the previous hours shimmered behind your eyelids. Jimin onstage, feeling himself, singing like he wanted to burn his throat dry, playing the guitar like he wished his fingers grated on the strings. A fierce passion in his eyes, as if he wasn't doing it out of the habit; losing himself in the drumming rhythm because that was his only ability. Then you saw the energy slowly draining away from his body, you saw a broken man, vulnerable to the world he had never had any intention to care about, now caring about him.

You wondered about the others. Was music their one true love and burden?

“What about your friends then? Is music really that important for them too?”

Hoseok thought about an answer for a little while until he decided to respond. “Jungkook grew up with Jimin in the same hometown. Childhood friends, always sticking together through ups and downs, younger doing exactly the same after the older. Jimin always took care of Jungkook and now Jungkook is watching by Jimin.”

You let your mind wander for a moment to Hana. How did she meet Jungkook? There was no doubt they knew each other before she had become your roommate. Did she know Jimin too, if they were raised in the same town? Another couple of questions you were yet to ask but this could wait for now.

“The band and music it's their whole life. They aren't like Namjoon, level-headed with actual plans after he finishes his law studies. Music is just a hobby he's going to put off once he's out of uni.” Hoseok added and there was some sadness about the way he did it, like they were another words at the tip of his tongue he wouldn't dare to say aloud because when unspoken, they hurt less.

“And you?”

Hoseok raised his eyebrows. “Me?”

“Yeah, you. Who am I talking to?” you sassed lightly. “How do you see yourself in three years from now?” you asked and Hoseok chuckled the same way he did when you questioned him about it a month ago in Blue Side. Bitterly.

You motioned for him to sit on one of the benches standing by the boulevards.

“Do you have everything planned for the next three years?” Hoseok countered instead of actually answering you. He waited for you to roll your eyes but you did the exact opposite.

“Well, my mum always tells me that it's good to set up your goals. Even though sometimes you might disappoint yourself when they turn out all wrong.”

Hoseok chuckled. “There's a ballerina speaking through you, princess. And motivational speaker, too.”

“Maybe, but that's not my point,” you fired back, twirling around on the bench so you could sit cross-legged in front of him. “So, Jung Hoseok, hip-hop choreographer wanna be and passionate drummer, will you tell me what are your plans for the future?” you asked again. When you saw him hesitate, you added, ‘”Come on, pretend it's like our 100 questions game. I asked you a question and you shall answer.”

Hoseok sighed heavily. “I think I told you once that I just live the moment,”

“But everyone has some dreams,” you complained. Go on, tell me something boy, are you happy in this modern world,” you sing-songed, breaking into loud laughter in the process that made him chuckle shortly.

Hoseok stared for a few seconds blankly into the calm surface of the river before him, watching as colorful lights changed from blue to green. Sadness blending into hope. He took a deep breath before he spoke.

“Remember when I told you I had moved to Seoul to attend dance school there?” You nodded. “And how I told my parents I was going to study business really hard so they could allow me to learn dancing?” Another nod. “Well, my parents were never quite fond of my passions. First it was drums but they knew from the beginning I treated it more like a hobby than a future career, so they let me do it. Then dancing came. I found something I really wanted to pursue in my life and they, how to put this, never quite accepted my choice.” he said, looking at his hands folded on his lap.

You had never seen him more uneasy, the smiling Hoseok who teased you and and spoke about music with glint in his eyes was long gone and you didn't like this version of him at all.

“You know, I’ve got an older sister. She was-is the apple of my parents eyes. The better child, the best daughter they could ever imagine. She studied abroad, speaks English and Japanese, has a well paid job that makes her afford a nice apartment in Seoul on her own. They wanted me to be like her too, but I guess I never came up to their expectations.” The words he never willed to tell, slipped from his mouth just like that, leaving a bitter taste on his tongue.

There was a sadness coming from his voice and you found yourself wishing you could swipe it off his face because it didn’t suit him, because gone was Hoseok that made you laugh and played his drums like his life depended on it. Hoseok who conveyed his fierce passion for dancing to the kids he was teaching. All the layers he was putting on every day were slowly slipping off him.

And in that moment you thought how unfair this world was. Your parents gave you wings to fly, to make your dreams come true but his parents were trying to cut them off his whole life.

“I went to the university so I could finally please them, so they would say: ‘Hoseok-ah, we’re so proud of you!’ but I eventually realised it's not for me. That I can't live like this. I met Namjoon, then the rest of the boys. We made a team and I've never felt more free,” Hoseok confessed and for the first time this night, he looked you in the eyes honestly, deeply. “So if you asked me, what's my dream, I would say I just want to be happy. I’ve never wanted to be the best. I just wish I was doing what I love the most, dancing and music.”

You opened your mouth to say something but he raised his hand, stopping you. “If you want to pity me, don’t. I don’t need this.” he said, but it was your turn to shake your head.

“No, I want to say something,” you firmly protested. You lifted your index finger up, pointing at the blackboard sky. There was determination in your voice, a need to convince this boy he was worth much more than he thought. “See those stars? There are literally millions of them on the sky, looking exactly the same from our perspective yet we all admire them. And I’ll tell you more. Every single one is different, special on its own terms,” you said, all the time beating the air with your hands. You ignored the way Hoseok stared at you with raised eyebrows and continued, “Now think about the sun. Yes, it is the biggest star, giant thing and the centre of our solar system but it’ll burn your eyes if you look at it for too long. Those significant stars won't do it and we all wish our dreams to come true while looking at them falling, not at the sun.”

A small smile appeared on Hoseok's face and you reciprocated that, sighing softly. “What I’m trying to say is that you don't have to be the greatest to be admired and respected. You are your own star.” you trailed off, almost whispering the last words like you were afraid of vocalizing them.

You were staring into each other eyes for a whole minute, before you got insecure and looked away with flushed cheeks. “I'm sorry. That was my probably still a little drunk self speaking, don’t mind me. Hana would say it is also my zodiac sign's personality trait.” You put your hands on your cheeks, finding them warm from embarrassment despite the coldness of the night.

If you glanced in Hoseok's direction, you would see him grinning broadly. Who was this girl, he had no idea. He just felt she was going to be someone special for him. His own green flashlight illuminating on the clear surface of the water.

“No, it's okay. I really appreciate that. Thank you.” he said, making you hesitantly turned to face him with raised eyebrows.

“You're welcome. I guess.”

“So,” Hoseok drawled, pointing his chin at you and then on the sky. “How do stars align tonight for Aquariuses?” he asked out of the blue. You thanked it was the middle of the night, so he couldn’t witness the way you furiously blushed.

“Why don't you look for yourself?” you whispered, staring up at the dark, starry sky.

But why would he look at the stars, if for him all of them hid in your eyes?

At some point, next weeks turned into a blurr while gloomy November was approaching, blending everything into grey reality. Life seemed to move on its own and it could be thought that things went back to normal again but deep down, behind set up facades, there was so much more left unspoken than revealed, lying bare and exposed on the table.

You balanced your life between classes at the university, ballet rehearsals after hours and doing your part time job on weekends. With the midterm exams getting closer and closer, you somehow still managed to find time to hang out with Hoseok.

It was weird for you, to spend so much of your free time drinking coffees at Blue Side, eating ramen after practices on Fridays or just listening to him babbling about some other hilarious story involving him and his friends as you walked together to the underground station, with your hand in his under the umbrella, referencing to Rihanna's song probably too many times than necessary.

And normally, looking at you from afar and up close, seeing the intimacy you shared in your stares and muffled laughters, someone could swear you were already dating, that this hanging out carried so much more meaning than you would like to admit. But for some reason, neither Hoseok nor you wanted to speak about this aloud, to give your relationship a label much more bigger than simple friendship.

People around you noticed, obviously, it was hard not to. Some of them teased, others decided not to bring up the subject for the sake of not starting a storm in a teacup.

And life went on like that, day by day, as fall was cleaning the world from the last remains of summer, behind blurry windows a new spring was blossoming for two people.

In the middle of November Hana moved out from your appartment after composing her life enough to afford a place on her own. She got a role in a theater, doing rehearsals every weekend and keeping her mind busy with work during weekdays, because she indeed had a lot to handle since she had come back. And certain raven-haired boy being present again in her life wasn't helping in this situation at all. If anything, his position in the equation made everything much more twisted and complicated.

While your friend was burried deep in her scripts and old blurrs of memories, you were equally engulfed with paper work for your exams. You would have been probably still staring at the same pages for the whole night, if you hadn’t received a message from no one other than Jung Hoseok himself.

[18:56pm] hip hop choreographer wanna be: get your ass up from the couch and go out with me today

[18:56pm] hip hop choreographer wanna be: theres some punk rock concert today organized on the campus of YOUR uni

[18:58pm] hip hop choreographer wanna be: namjoon gave me his tickets since he cant go with his gf

[18:59pm] hip hop choreographer wanna be: actually im surprised you didn’t tell me anything about this concert. shame on you princess

There was a string of emojis after the last text and you rolled your eyes, ignoring the way your heart fluttered in your chest when you read go out with me, but you eventually composed yourself. Because after all this time, you thought it meant nothing. Simple hanging out, nothing more, nothing less.

[18:59pm] me: fyi i need to study

[18:59pm] hip hop choreographer wanna be: come on one free night wont make a big difference

When you weren’t responding for a while, leaving him on read, he typed:

[19:03pm] hip hop choreographer wanna be: pretty pleaseee

But he didn’t know you were already in the bathroom, notes long forgotten on the couch.

“They were sooo bad!”

“Hey, don’t be mean. At least they tried!”

“Oh please, I’m not punk rock expert but I know this Paradise City cover sucked.”

You were walking out of the small campus venue for the concerts, laughing until your lungs burned and cheeks hurt from smiling. The concert didn’t last long, just a few covers and one self composed song, more was actually happening right when you decided to go, leaving the ongoing party behind your backs.

“But they organized free beer. I think I might forgive them,” you added, slurring your words a little and occasionally bumping into Hoseok in the process of trying to stay steady on your feet.

Drinking wasn’t probably the smartest idea you could think of after considering two facts. One: Hoseok hadn't drunk even a sip beacuse he was driving. Two: you had an awful habit of becoming too honest under the influence. And combining those two things was like sitting on a bomb and waiting for it to explode any minute.

You sat in Hoseok’s car with heavy exhale of relief. “Remind me to never drink that much again when I have to study the next day.” you mumbled, closing your eyes and leaning your head on the window.

“Noted.” Hoseok sat down as well, smirking to himself. He reached for the keys but your next words stopped him.

“Can we like, stay here for a while? In your car I mean.” you asked with hesitation in your voice and Hoseok's eyebrows rose high.

“Why?”

“Because it feels nice here. And maybe I don't wanna go back just yet.” The words slipped out from your mouth so casually that you didn’t even noticed the change in the atmosphere. To hell with consequences and aftermaths, to hell with becoming vulnerable when alcohol was swimming in your veins.

Hoseok smiled, even though you couldn’t see him. “Fine. But puke in here and I swear to God–”

“Geez, I hadn’t drink that much,” you snapped, opening your eyes. “Turn on some music, mister drummer. Hit me with that punk rock hits.”

Maybe you had drunk that much after all.

Hoseok chuckled to himself, opening his Spotify and connecting it to the car's radio. “What do you have in mind?”

“Do I look like an expert?” you retorted for the second time this night and Hoseok rolled his eyes. “Just put it on shuffle and I’ll tell you what I like.”

He did as he was told and soon the heavy beats of something that said Stairway to Heaven lighted up on the screen in front of you. You scrunched your eyebrows. “Stairway to Heaven, Highway to Hell, what’s next? Freeway to Purgatory?”

There was a moment of silence before you erupted into laughter. “Fuck, that was funny. Admit it.” you said, wiping the tears that had gathered in the corners of your eyes.

“I'm pretty sure someone had come up with this joke before.”

“God, you’re no fun. Only intellectuals can understand this type of humor and unfortunately, you aren’t one.”

Hoseok ignored your words, changing the song and this one you recognized more than well. “Leave it!” you blurted, causing him to smirk.

“Ah, right. I forgot you’re that original,” he said in mocking tone.

Your lips turned into a scoff. “Hey, don’t disrespect Arctic Monkeys’ AM album this way. That's a masterpiece of modern discography, better than your ‘classics’ sang by old dudes. Alex Turner is hot at least.” You pointed your index finger at him accusingly. When he was about to disagree, you added, “Besides, you have this on your playlist, so don't try to bullshit me right now. You like it as well.”

Hoseok sighed in defeat. “Okay. I wanna be yours it's a nice song. I admit it.”

“Yeah. It is,” you breathed, closing your eyes for a second, basking in the moment. “I always wanted someone to fuck me to Arctic Monkeys.”

Before you could stop yourself, the words escaped your mouth and your heartbeat immediately quickened in panic. Fuck, had you really said that out loud? The look of pure surprise mixed with amusement on Hoseok's face were telling you that you indeed revealed that you wanted to get dicked down while Arctic Monkeys played in the background. And of all people you knew, you had to do it in his presence.

Screw your drank thoughts and fantasies, screw stupid string of fate that always played games with you, even now.

You tried to compose yourself a little, acting completely nonchalant about what had just happened. You wore a disguise of unbotherness as best you could (which was pointless, your flushed cheeks and uneasy way you squirmed on your seat said it all for you).

You wished Hoseok didn’t react, that he somehow had misheard your drunken rumbling but it was all foolish hopes.

“Careful what you wish for, princess, because you might just get it.” he whispered and you could swear his voice was lower now, it carried husskiness that weren’t there before. It wasn’t a warning.

It was a threat.

You gulped, your face heating up instantly even more, if that was possible. Suddenly it was hard to breathe in a limited space of his car and you wanted to get out, to run away from him as fast as you could muster and hide, not standing face to face with him ever again.

But at the same time you couldn’t shake off the thought how good and right would it feel if you pressed your lips against his now, run your tongue through the seam of his mouth just to hear him groan in response, just to feel his teeth nipping the skin on your neck while his fingers were digging marks on your hips.

You wanted him, oh, God how much you did, but you had to stop yourself before you made a big mistake.

The atmosphere was thick and heavy with unresolved tension, ready to snap in a minute if only someone made a wrong move. His words rang in your head and you wished you had never left your house that night in first place. Was he for real? Or had he said that only to make fun of you after?

You were too scared to look in his eyes but if you did, you would see in them the raw desire swimming in his dark orbs. And if you did, you would know just how sure of his words he actually was.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you regained your composure as best as you could and muttered, “I don't feel well. Can you drive me home now?” Your tone wasn’t probably much convincing, if anything it sounded weak and strangled, so you added to lighten up the mood, “You don't want me to puke in here, do you?” and forced out a chuckle.

Hoseok only nodded in response, reaching for the keys and turning on the engine. If he was disappointed, he hid it pretty well. After a few minutes of ride back to your home, there was mute between you, except for the music still playing from the radio. His words not even for a second left your head and you replayed them again and again just to make you more and more confused with each time you tried to understand the hidden motive behind them.

Hoseok was hard to read, you realised that since he had became strangely silent after you asked him about his plans for the future on your first coffee meeting at Blue Side. Now you knew why. He’d said he had a lot to reveal about himself yet, after all.

When you bid him short goodbye and finally reached the doors of your apartment, you crunched down on the ground after closing them and shut your eyes tightly. Somehow, tears started to ran down your face and you found yourself clutching your phone and dialing the only number you could think about in this moment.

“Why are you calling me in the middle of the night?” Hana's voice was hoarse, she had been woken up from her slumber without a doubt. “You know I go to sleep earlier than you,” There was a sniffle on the other line and she changed her tone immediately. “What's wrong, bub? Why are you crying?”

“I’m not crying,” you tried to protest shakily but there was no point in denying when you sounded like that.

“What happened?” You heard Hana asking softly.

Another wave of tears jolted your body, smearing mascara all down your cheeks and when you calmed down enough to speak clearly, you mumbled, “I told Hoseok that I always wanted someone to fuck me to Arctic Monkeys.”

“Okay…? And how did he react?”

Another sob. “He said I should be careful what I wish for.”

There was a bit of silence before Hana sighed on the other side of the line. “That's not the end of the world. You’ve done worse things in your life.”

“But that's different this time.” you cried out hysterically.

Hana smiled to herself even though you couldn’t see her now. She knew why it was different. She was aware for a while now, but she needed you to say this out loud.

A loud cry echoed through the quiet apartment before you finally said what had been lying on the tip of your tongue for a while now.

“It's different because I think I really like him.”

And fresh fall of tears streamed down your cheeks.

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a/n: aaaah! it’s finally here! i was supposed to post this by the end of february but my laptop got broken and i got a new one yesterday so im sorry for the delay:( i hope you like it!

ps. second part is coming in two or weeks! love you, julia. xx

#hoseok smut #bts smut #btswritingcafe #ksmutclub #bangtanarmynet #smutcentralnet #btsbookclub #bangtanhq #btswriterscollective #hyungsmutsociety #hoseok fluff #hoseok angst #bts scenario #bts fanfic #hoseok x reader #hoseok fic #my writing

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sukifans · 4 years ago

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PET • RI • CHOR

[n] a pleasant smell that accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather

ZUKO X OC SERIES

SUMMARY: a captured waterbender and the fire prince may sound like an unlikely pair, but kena never much cared about others’ expectations and zuko, well… he was just along for the ride

A/N: uhhh so i guess i’m writing fic again for the first time since i was like 15 thanks to quarantine. here’s a snippet of a zuko x oc i’ve been writing to gauge interest ig. i used to write h*rry p*tter fic and post it to a fan account i had and it got pretty popular even though it was garbage so... let’s see. here is my hat, it is in the ring 🎩 also thanks @beifongsss for answering my anon ask and being my first (and maybe only) tag lmao 🥴

⏎ MASTERLIST // PROLOGUE i » PROLOGUE ii

“I like your hair loopies.” The voice made her jump and throw the water she had been trying to bend from the pond at its source behind her. “Hey!”

Kena turned and saw a young boy about her age in red silk pajamas now soaked in water. His long black hair hung limply around his face, dripping. “Tui’s gills, you scared me! You can’t just sneak up on people like that!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s okay. I’m sorry I splashed you.”

“It’s okay.” He shook his head, throwing water droplets everywhere. They both giggled.

“I can try to help, but I’m not very good yet. Here.” She waved her arms and hands in a waterbending stance, drawing water out of his clothes and hair. She pulled some out and discarded it back into the pond, but the poor boy was definitely still wet. “Sorry,” she said sheepishly, dropping her hands.

“That was so cool! I’ve always wanted to see waterbending in person.” His face lit up, golden eyes sparkling. She blushed and looked at her feet. “Sometimes I wish I was a waterbender. But what are you doing here?”

Her face was dark when she looked up at him again. “The Fire Nation invaded my village and took me and my mom as prisoners because we’re healers. She tells me we’re lucky to be alive since they’ve been wiping out waterbenders. I don’t know, though; I think I’d rather be dead than be a servant for some snooty royal.” She aimed a kick at a small pebble and launched it into the pond. “Now I’ll probably never see my dad, or my brothers, or my friends ever again.”

“Oh,” the boy said meekly, looking away. “I’m sorry that happened.” He didn’t know what to say to the girl.

“Yeah, me too,” she grumbled. There was silence for a moment before the boy smiled hesitantly again.

“I’ll be your friend here, if you’d like.”

The tension in her small body loosened when she slowly grinned at him. “Yeah, I think I’d like that. You seem alright, for a Fire Nation kid.”

“Thanks, I think,” he laughed. “What’s your name?”

“Kena. Well, that’s my real name. When they brought us here some weird guy told me my new name would be Ariye.”

“I like Kena better for you.”

“Me too. Ariye is a dumb name. I told him that but he got mad. What’s yours?”

“Oh, I’m-“ he started, flushing, then paused and looked behind him. “Someone’s coming. Go, hide!”

“What about you? Won’t you get in trouble?”

“No, no! It’s fine! Just go!” He shooed her away and she finally complied, diving into a patch of brush just as someone rounded the corner in the distance. She was about to make her escape when she paused to listen in.

“Prince Zuko,” a woman’s voice chided, “why are you out of bed so late?”

Wait, Prince Zuko? He’s a prince?

“I couldn’t sleep so I came out to see the turtleducks,” Zuko said. It wasn’t entirely a lie, after all — that had been his intention.

“Why are you all wet?”

“I... slipped, and fell in the water.”

The woman sighed. “Prince Zuko, you must be more careful. Come along, let’s get you cleaned up and into bed.” Kena slipped away as her voice got fainter and eventually disappeared from earshot. She felt incredibly stupid for going on and on about the invasion and how much she disliked being here to the prince of all people. She was surely in for it now. Her mother had always said her mouth would get her into trouble if she didn’t control it. A glimmer of hope rose in her chest, though, because Zuko had seemed really... well, nice. He didn’t rat her out or get upset when she spoke poorly of royals even though he apparently was one. Maybe not all the people of the Fire Nation were so bad... just most of them.

The next night, Zuko snuck back out to the turtleduck pond in the hopes of seeing the girl again. He was absolutely fascinated by her — she was probably the only person he knew who wasn’t, as she had said, “some snooty royal,” or someone who worked for one. That, and she was definitely the only waterbender he knew. He loitered in the grass for a long time before giving up and going back to bed. This cycle repeated for a week with no luck. Kena had said her and her mother were healers, so maybe he’d be able to find her in the infirmary. Now, just to come up with some sort of excuse to go there...

Kena nearly felt like dropping dead when a familiar boy walked into the infirmary, escorted by a servant. His eyes brimmed with tears and he was sniffling softly, holding one hand in the other delicately. Reluctantly and with her face burning, she bowed with her mother.

“Prince Zuko, what happened?” the older woman asked, leading him to sit on a cot in the corner of the room.

“Azula b-burned my hand,” Zuko whimpered, showing her his reddened skin. Kena’s mother tutted and waved her daughter over.

“Prince Zuko, this is my daughter, Ariye,” the woman said, smiling as she smoothed Kena’s hair. Kena bowed again, mostly to avoid looking directly at him.

“Nice to meet you.” Zuko beamed and she nodded stiffly, looking at a spot on the wall above his shoulder.

“You as well, Prince Zuko,” she responded quietly. “Do you need anything, Mom?”

“Yes. Can you get the burn salve while I heal what I can, my love?” Kena nodded again and scurried away as soon as she had the excuse. Zuko watched her as she searched cabinets at the other end of the room, snapping his eyes down to his hand when he felt the cool wetness of water against his skin. Kena’s mom was holding his hand with both her own, bending water around his seared flesh. His mouth dropped open a bit when the water started to glow. After a few moments, Kena’s mom pulled her hands back and bent the water away as the girl returned with a small tin in her grasp. He frowned when she still refused to look at him directly.

“Thank you, my dear,” her mother said. “Can you put some on the prince’s hand while I talk to Miss Sana?” She tilted her head to indicate the servant that had brought Zuko in who was standing on the other side of the bed he sat in.

“Yes, Mom.” Kena sat on the bed across from him as her mother stood and walked away with Sana. Zuko grinned again once he was certain the adults were out of immediate earshot.

“Hi, Kena,” he said, waving at her with his injured hand. It was no longer a blistering red, but the skin was still a bit stiff and dry. The salve would help with that, he assumed.

She furrowed her brow. “Why are you here?”

“I wanted to see you again. I waited by the pond in the gardens for a few nights but you never came back.”

“You did this on purpose?”

“Yep!” he said, obviously proud of his cunning plan. When she rolled her eyes, though, he deflated.

“That was dumb,” she scoffed. Her bluntness shocked him. Nobody ever talked to him, the prince, like that. Well, except Azula. But she was mean to everyone.

“What do you mean?” He looked obviously distressed and even a bit irritated. “I let Azula burn me so I could talk to you again!”

“You should’ve just pretended you felt sick or something,” she said like it was the simplest thing in the world. And really, it was. Zuko felt a bit silly now for all his dramatics.

“Oh,” he said. His cheeks were bright pink. Kena finally gave him a small grin as she gently held his hand, slathering the salve onto his skin. “Your hands are cold.”

“And your hands are warm.”

“Because I’m a firebender.”

“Well, I’m a waterbender.”

He hummed thoughtfully. “I guess that makes sense. It feels nice, though.” They were quiet for a few minutes while Kena delicately massaged in the weird paste. “Can we still be friends?” he asked suddenly. She looked up at him, startled.

“You still want to be friends with me?”

“Uh, yeah. You’re super cool!”

She blushed. “Even though I said that mean stuff about royals and all that?”

“I mean, you weren’t wrong. A lot of people around here are snooty.”

She thought it over for half a second. “Yeah, we can be friends. Like I said before, you’re not so bad, for a Fire Nation kid.” They smiled at each other, and it was settled.

A/N: i don’t know how to write dialogue for kids... anyways if this gets attention i might post more because i write when work is slow so! feel free to send me an ask/dm/reply/carrier pigeon. also sorry for the long post, mobile is ass and won’t let me do a read more cut ~~

#mine #atla #avatar the last airbender #atla fic #atla fanfic #zuko #zuko x oc #prince zuko #prince zuko x oc #zuko fanfic #yadda yadda #i don’t post on tumblr from any of my main blogs so idk what to tag things #yoink #avatar fic #zuko x reader #prince zuko x reader #the last airbender #zuko fic #petrichor

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kaioken16 · 4 years ago

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Unspoken Affection

Mallek Week 2021 - Day 3

Day 3: AU day (Bloodswap AU) Word count: 2544 Rating: Teens and Up Character(s): Mallek Adalov, Original Character, Diemen Xicali

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A/N: This is a sequel to a entry I wrote for last year’s Mallek Week titled ‘Friend or Foe’ for a purple blood!Mallek and my OC, you can read it here. CW: mentions of blood, injury, violence, and death. (side note, the bold text are flashbacks scenes.)

Summary: Mallek smiles as he watches him, lost in his thoughts as he comes to a conclusion regarding the human that had been under his care for the last year...

You sit there on your couch, you feel a sense of content as you were always relaxed around these two. After all, you knew you didn’t have to put a front or a shield around them as opposed to the rest of your crew.

You can’t help but stare at them from the corner of your eyes. Zack was cleaning a nasty cut that Diemen got earlier after a fall, your friend was always durable but he wasn’t invincible. And of course, the human’s medical care always overtook everything and he insisted that he clean and wrap up the wound.

He was applying some kind of ointment that he made from a plant that grew far off in the outglut. As you know at least 68% of Alternia’s plantlife was lethal in one way or another from poisonous to literal troll-eating traps. But this plant secreted a fluid that had something Zack called ‘antiseptic’ properties and so he used one of his strange alien tools to combine the fluid with some sopor slime to make this special formula which was perfect for cuts and wounds.

It was great. But it stings like the acid rain that falls over Alternia or getting attacked by wasp lusii.

“Ah!” Diemen flinches when the other presses the cloth dipped in the solution against Diemen’s cut.

“Stop squirming, or I’ll have to start all over again.” He tells Diemen, as Zack carefully cleans the wound, the piece of cotton fabric was soaking up the dark crimson.

“You don’t gotta worry about it-!” He let out another yelp in pain. You can’t help but smile. Not that you were smiling at the sounds of Diemen’s pain but rather just happy…

You’re happy to be around them.

Things had been crazy since you met Zack last sweep.

That chance encounter where you saved him from those rival subjugglators. From that point on you were inseparable, what was supposed to be a few days turned to weeks, then months. He was something different, obviously being an alien had that glamour to it. All trolls were different too, but also similar at the same time, but Zack wasn’t a troll…

Everything about him was foreign, his appearance, his nature. There probably wasn’t another like him anywhere else on Alternia. He was a curious being to you, yeah he bled a candy red blood, but aside from that, he had many interesting qualities.

He was strong but fragile.

You knew that it would take little effort from someone of your build to crush him with their bare hands, and he knew that too, and yet… How many times did he throw himself into harm’s way to protect you or Diemen and a complete stranger? Even when the odds were stacked against him.

But you knew that his strength was beyond just the physical sense, he had the strength of heart. He was so compassionate, kind, fierce, brave. Even when he was scared, like genuinely terrified he was honest about it.

Sometimes when you look at him, you would honestly see like some fragile lost purrbeast. Those big yellow eyes filled with such pure innocence, he’s the kind of guy that would be an enemy even after they tried to kill him. Someone like him would never have lasted this long on Alternia without you. So you took some precautions when he had to venture outside…

Zack was sitting on the couch, and Mallek was knelt in front of him, on the ground beside him was a small makeup kit that he and many other subjugglators used for their face paint.

He had carefully painted the unique pattern worn by him and members of his crew. Mallek had gotten some of the old clothes that he simply outgrew, a hoodie that originally has his sign but he graffitied it with various art and tags used by his gang, some purple jeans, and plain white trainers.

It wasn’t too big or Zack too tight, but it kinda hung off him in a cute way. He had also given him some purple gloves, and finally, a bandana that was gonna wrap around Zack’s face.

“Alright, just one last final detail…” Mallek says as he grabs a set of fake detailed horns, curved shaped and wielded to a band, that only had a strap on the end to tighten. He then carefully puts around Zack’s head and clicks the lock-in.

He pulls the hood over Zack’s head and voila!

“There... all done. Now, all we gotta do is get something to hide your face, and then you’re good to go.” Mallek smiles, admiring his handiwork, he grabs a mirror to let Zack see.

“Cool, I could definitely pass for a troll dressed as a clown.” Zack was impressed, it was perfect, between only being able to go outside at night, and most purplebloods always wearing this paint, he could pass as one of them.

“Yeah. But still the same rule. You stay right beside me, don’t leave my sight, or don’t go out alone.” Mallek was very clear as it was still risky for Zack to go out by himself at least with this clothing he’s covered up completely and if he should somehow bleed the red will be hidden.

“Okay. Makes sense, I won’t leave your side.” Zack nods as Mallek blushes faintly.

“R-right, let's cover your face up.” He looks around until his eyes land on the fresh purple fabric that was a custom order from a friend, it was worn by a few crew members and would wear it sometimes. He wraps it around the human’s face, tying a knot at the back.

That was a clever idea on your part, and so far now has caught on, you were careful when taking Zack outdoors. It was a pain and sometimes you thought it could be frustrating for him, but it was for his own good and he understood that too.

Because let’s be honest you know that on his own he would last about an hour or so. And that’s if he laid low and avoided others. You really don’t know what possessed you to keep him, after saving him and giving him a place to crash for a couple of days you could’ve easily let him go on his way. But no.

You told him he could stay for as long as he needed. Obviously, he was intimidated by you, but you couldn’t really blame him. Look at you, you stood a glorious 8ft tall, between your aggressive clothing, intimidating face paint, and the fact that you were armed to literal teeth. It was no wonder he was initially wary of you.

But he wasn’t afraid of you. More like he stared at you with awe and it was due to the fact that your appearance didn’t match your personality after all. You had been affectionately referred to by many who got to know you on a personal level as the most calm-headed, least murderous purpleblood.

You had always had control of the raging seas that inside of you, in fact, that’s what made you more dangerous. Controlled rage was more effective and wild, you know exactly how to inflict the right amount of pain and how to swiftly deal with your opponent.

Taking a life wasn’t something that you were familiar with.

But Zack… He wouldn’t hurt a fly.

Not to say that he couldn’t fight and that he couldn’t kill someone, especially with those freaky powers of his. It’s that he wouldn’t kill or even like to fight for that matter.

Those hands of his… They were made to help, to care for, loving hands that always soothed you and anyone else they touched.

Your hands… You’ve inflicted pain, they’ve been stained with blood, bruised from throwing punches You were no stranger to violence after all.

Zack was worried, it had been so long since Mallek left to deal with “business” as he called it. Of course, Zack knew that was code for his gang’s activity or dealing with a dispute with another gang. Normally when Mallek left he would come back in a couple of hours, with a few cuts and a hoodie stained with blood that wasn’t his own.

But it had been at least 6 hours since he left and he hadn't messaged in that time and he always checked in with Zack. He was so tempted to go out and look for him, but where would he look? Besides, it was dangerous to go out without his disguise but Zack wasn’t ready to waste time getting that all together.

He’s standing in front of the door, the only thing between him and the outside. His hand reached for the handle, it was a very foolish, dangerous move he was about to make, but he was gonna do it anyway. He couldn’t stand around and just do nothing. Suddenly he grips the handle and pulls it open, and waiting for him on the other side was Mallek!

He stood there, his clothing torn apart, stained by blood, his face was bloody and fresh with bruises and cuts, purple trickling down his lip. He looks like hell as Zack just stands there staring at him, the purpleblood just looks at him but then starts to sway his body, taking a single step as he then collapses onto Zack who manages to catch him. “Mallek! H-hey! Mallek?!” Zack cries out to him but it’s no use as he’s already passed out.

Zack somehow managed to get Mallek to the couch, thankfully he was still breathing, just unconscious. Thankfully he didn’t have any serious wounds, and he knows that he’ll be okay, he could heal from this. And yet, that didn’t ease his heart, he feels so helpless as Mallek lays there, so all you can do is just sit there, holding his hand tightly until he wakes up.

...

“I don’t like fighting, or hurting someone… But I get it. Here is your world, it’s kill or be killed, death and violence are the norms here.” Zack sighs, before looking over to Mallek.

“And you, every day you have to face death, from the drones to other trolls, the climate!” Mallek knows this all, of course, it wasn’t news to him after all, it was just the way of things.

“Yeah, this place is designed to make monsters… Not enough good people, or people living in fear of accepting it. Survival of the fittest and all that nonsense. But you don’t gotta worry about it… We’re all used to it, we were born in it.”

The human’s expression dampens, it bothers him how much Mallek was just okay with all this. “I’m sorry. But I can’t accept it. I wish I could do more… If there was more I could for you, and the others.”

Mallek just stares at him, he doesn’t say anything at first. He chuckles. “You don’t have to apologize. This has nothing to do with you, it wasn’t your fault our world is like this.”

“It’s very cute…” He smiles at Zack, gently touching his forehead. His action causes a reaction from Zack making his cheeks heat up, darkening with a shade of blush.

Maybe human beings as a whole were cute, but truthfully it was more so your own biased feelings towards him. But after that incident and then the conversation between you two all those months ago, you came to the decision to ensure that the ugliness of violence, bloodshed, and death would never reflect through his eyes. Though that was easier said than done, being the leader of a gang, and constantly fighting after subjugglators for territory and drone attacks.

You know that there were those who couldn’t be reasoned with, if they learned of Zack’s existence, he would be hunted for his blood color by various trolls for many gruesome purposes. And he was precious to you, important and you would protect him, along with all those who you cherished. No matter what.

“There, all done.” Zack finishes wrapping the bandages around Diemen’s arm, the shortest of the three examines with his arm before smiling at the human.

“Gee thanks.” Diemen spreads his fingers around, shaking his arm slightly.

“Try to be more careful in the future.” Zack instructs Diemen who is just rubbing his bandages a little, Zack then holds out his fist and Diemen responds appropriately as they bump fists.

Another grin spreads across your face. Diemen then runs off, something about getting some food and that he would be right back. And you know by the food he meant nothing but hot dogs. Now it’s just the two of you, and Zack then glances over to you and notices you smiling, and returns the expression. He then approaches you, and sits beside you on the couch, instinctively you pull him close, throwing your arm around him.

He closes his eyes, a warm smile. Since you were sure that Diemen was gone, and it was just the two of you, you then pull Zack up onto your lap, his arms wrap around your neck, his head against your chest. You enjoyed having him close to you, it was mutually comforting to the both of you, he had told you that he always felt safe like this, from that first meeting when you literally picked off the ground and carried him home with him.

“Are you okay? You’ve been really quiet.” He asks you, his voice was a little slow, peaceful even.

“I’m okay. Just thinking about stuff, no need to worry.” You reply back to him, speaking in a soft, hush tone.

“If you say so.” Zack responds, he was probably trying not to pry you think, but you know that he tends to worry.

“You know… The chances are that Diemen will probably get another random injury within the next few days right?” You make a joke at the expense of Diemen’s usual careless nature when it came to him getting minor injuries or just getting into trouble.

“Ha. Yeah… I figured as much.” Zack chuckles.

You look at him, giving him a little squeeze. “Yeah, but still I know it’s pointless to tell you not to, you always treat mine, Diemen, and some of the guys when we get injured whether from an accident or fighting some assholes. And that’s who you are.”

That was one of the many things that you loved about Zack. His kind nature, the way he cared for everyone, it was such a warm feeling, a light that welcomed everyone he interacted with. Maybe that was the reason you were so set on protecting him, driven by this need to keep him safe and ensure that while remains with you that no harm would come to him.

You got lost in your thoughts again, and you look down to see that Zack has fallen asleep on you. You can feel your face warm up with blush when he nuzzles against your chest. Seriously, this was adding more to your theory on the cuteness of humans, but honestly, it was more that you found him so cute. You smile, gently stroking his hair with your claws, laying back on the couch to get more comfortable.

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Illusion Part 2

Illusion｜Part 2/?

Bucky x oc!Lori

Warnings: Angst, betrayal, swearing, torture, (suicide is mentioned once), violence

A/N: So here´s a very late part 2. I´ve decided to put the total number of chapters as a question mark for now seeing as I don´t think I have the potential to post chapters that are 10k. I just don’t have the time or backstrength to revise 10k words in one go. So there will be more and shorter chapters instead. I hope you guys like it! Don’t forget to check out part 1! And share/comment/like if you enjoyed! GIF-cred to owner! Oh, and I'm doing tag lists now! Send me a message if you want to be on it! Chapters 3, 4, and 5 should be up soon at least, I'm currently on a bit of a break, but once I'm back I'll have more time to revise and write!

Summary: Reader is a supersoldier, one of a number, one of nine. Hydra´s backup for the asset. The group was started in 1974 and has been working under the radar, training for the day when the asset no longer exists. Y/N is the only one left. Left in a cryo, she wasn’t discovered until 2023 when a certain captain and his buddy found her.

Words: 6077

Taglist: @selfsun

2024

Four weeks had passed since Lori arrived at the compound from Wakanda. It had been three months, more or less, since she was thawed out from her cryo-sleep. She felt more at home in the compound and she felt more comfortable with the rest of the team. It was now October. Autumn had brought clouds, and rain. The world was silent and didn’t have much need for the Avengers at the time. Lori had been wih the team on two missions so far. Neither was very dangerous. They hadn´t faced any serious enemies, and she had yet to fire her weapon at an enemy.

It had been made clear that she worked well with the team. Bucky and her were synchronized on a different level, and she worked well with Sam as well. The two could joke around and have fun on the missions, without it distracting them. Lori had also begun to talk more with Bucky, but she was still set on calling him James. They would have all meals of the day together, unless Bucky was away on a mission. And if he was Lori would eat on her own. The other agents working with them had big issues with yet another super-soldier. Someone who had worked for Hydra. They didn’t want a redo of what had happened with Shield.

Lori could understand them. She had spent countless evenings reading up on the Avengers, and anything involved with them. She had started as far back as Steve and Buckys time in the army. She adored the man Bucky had been back then. She adored how willing he was to follow his captain, even give his life for him. She could see a shadow of that man still in him. But years of punishment and pain from Hydra had changed him.

Next she had researched Shield. She had found out about Peggy Carter and the Starks. Of course she knew of the Starks. She had been set to step in, should Bucky fail to take their lives. He had been successful, as the whole world knew, and Lori had been kept secret from the world. The day after Christmas the same year she had ben put in the cryostasis chamber and forgotten. Her reasearch had taken her through the 90´s and early 2000´s. She had read files on all the former Avengers during the timeperiod and had asked Sam and Bucky to fill in where the files didn’t have answers.

Lori avoided tabloids and articles surrounding Shield, Hydra and the Avengers. She preferred facts over debates. Her days were spent in the filing rooms where she could find information. Sam and Bucky often tried to drag her out of the room, for runs or an hour in the gym. Sam didn’t always like running with Bucky and Lori, but he appreciated when they altered their pace to adjust for him. That way he didn’t feel like he was always left behind.

Lori had become a very good friend to Sam. He trusted her, and she was hardworking. Something he appreciated. She was also good with him, and Bucky, joking around a lot. They could be harsh with each other, but Lori didn’t seem to bother, or be too concerned about their joking. She had joined in a few times anyways. Lori liked the banter and joking. The relationship she had with the two men was so open and she felt happy around them. Happiness, that was an interesting feeling. It had been long since she felt happy and it had scared her in the beginning, but not anymore.

It had been a slow afternoon as Lori was buried in piles of files and boxes. She wanted as much details as she could comprehend about the past 30 years of the Avengers, Shield, and Hydra. She was trying to find out why Hydra had left her all alone in the bunker. The answers were no where to be found. Up until she was found, she didn’t even seem to exist. Searcheds for her name had turned up nothing. No articles, reports, or anything online or in the files. Never had she felt so alone, so unwanted.

Bucky stuck his head through the door and cleared his throat to make Lori aware of his presence. “Hey, it´s almost 8, you wanna come up and eat with us? It´s movie night,” Bucky explained and walked over to her, looking over her shoulder at the files. He moved some of them finding a picture of himself from the 1940´s. He was in a dark blue coat with a rifle in his hand. He froze as he saw the smiling man in the picture. That was 80 years ago, give or take.

Lori looked up at him and frowned. “Let´s go James,” She said and patted his arm before she walked to the door, and turned the lights off. Bucky followed her once he had put the picture down. “Have you found out anything more?” He asked her as they came out into the light of the corridor, walking towards the elevator. Lori shook her head and sighed. “It´s like I don’t exist at all. My birth certificate is there but nothing from that point. No information, no articles, absolutely nothing. It´s like I just ceased to exist.” She muttred.

“Did you try to look up your mother or friends?” Bucky asked. “I tried at least, she either died or changed her name, same goes with my friends.” She shrugged. It had pained her in the beginning but not so much anymore. She had never forgotten her mother, but during her time in Hydra she had stopped thinking about her in order to keep her thoughts safe and free of want and longing.

Bucky nudged her as they walked. “If you don’t stop spacing out on me, I´ll have to bring Wanda to see whats going on in that head of yours,” he teased her. They took a turn to the right, into the kitchen. Lori laughed and shook her head. “No sorry. I´ll try not to space out anymore today” she promised and smiled at Bucky. He laughed with her and sat down by the kitchen island pulling on a carton with pizza in it. “Care to share Lori?” He asked and slid the pizza-box a bit to his right where Lori sat down.

“Is it regular pizza? Or the superior Kebabpizza?” She asked. Of course she had decided to catch up on some Swedish history from the years she had missed. One of the things she had missed was something called a Kebabpizza. She had gone to the nearest pizzeria and asked for one. She had paid a fine prize for it but she had loved it.

Bucky had been terrified when she told him about it, Sam too. They hadn´t been as terrified as when they saw her gulp one whole Kebabpizza in one go, but rather, impressed. “I´m sorry, Americans have done much. But we didn’t start, whatever the hell, that amazing pizza is. But yes it´s Kebabpizza for the miss. Now come here and eat,” Bucky said and pushed the stool besides him out for her.

Lori sat down besided him and grabbed a slice of the pizza for herself. She grabbed a soda can as well and held it out for Bucky to open, which he did without question. The two had really learnt how to work in harmony. It was easier now that Lori had become more used to them all, and more open to being around them as well. “So Wanda, whats on tonight?” Lori asked and looked over at the one she was the closest too, apart from Bucky and Sam. Wanda shrugged and smiled at her. “I was planning on seeing Skyfall, it’s a Bond-movie. They were a thing when you were younger right?” Wanda asked.

“So old mister Connery is still in business?” She asked and raised an eyebrow at the people in front of her. They all seemed to be very confused. “What? He isn´t dead is he?” She frowned and looked to Sam, her go to for information about celebrities. “I don’t know about that, but you must have missed out on a lot of Bond movies, Connery´s last was in 71. Roger Moore took over from 73,” Sam explained as he looked at her. “Right now, well up until recently, the role was played by Daniel Craig, I think you´ll like it” he continued and smiled.

Bucky patted her arm. “Relax, when I came too there was something called cellphones. I think you can handle a different Bond,” he teased her and chuckled. She shrugged but gave in and nodded. “I´m sure this Daniel guy is good, as long as he´s good looking the plot is less important,” she explained. All the James Bond movies she had seen had more or less the same plot.

“Incoming call from Peter Parker,” The disembodied voice of Friday sounded through the kitchen making all four of them look up in confusion. Peter hadn´t called since one of Lori´s first days and as far as they knew he was away, working in Europe or so. There was no reason for him to call the avengers, so why was he?

Sam picked up the call quickly and announced all of their presence for it. “Okay so I just got back from Europe two days ago, and apparently there was this dude waiting for me here in New York. Like he doesn’t know who I am but he has beef with Spider-Man I suppose, and yeah that’s me. But I can´t shake him off, and I don’t want to lead him towards May, so you know… I kind of need a bit of help,” the young man all but shouted into the phone. Friday thankfully lowered the volume of the call.

Sam had taken a visible step back at Peters voice and let out a breath. “Hey, relax man. Where are you? We´ll come out, meet you, and lead whoever is hunting you away from May and New York City okay?” He said and crossed his arms over his chest. They could all hear how hard Perers breath was as he swung through the city. “Uhh, yeah sure, I´m swinging back and forth across 5th. North and south, it’s a weird monster,” he explained before the call was cut right then and there. “Okay team, suit up. Jet leaves in five minutes, chop chop.” Sam said and ran off to the weapons room with Bucky and Lori while Wanda ran off to her room to get her famous coat. So much for movie-night, Lori thought.

Bucky and Lori arrived in the weaponry first considering they were faster than Sam. They grabbed their guns from the shelves and made sure they were all loaded and ready to go before they grabbed extra ammo. Lori also grabbed some of Natashas widow bites. They could always come in handy and they were small, hence not ahindrence to her. She grabbed the Captains shield and tossed it to Sam before she looked over at Bucky seeing him strap on his M249.

There was something beautiful and calming about it to Lori. She had seen him get ready before, but it never ceased to amaze her. He made it seem so easy, as if it was just an extension of him, a part of him. She had always worked to be as good as him with weapons. But she wasn’t nearly as good.

1972

She had been locked into her little cell once more, and she didn’t know how long she had been there. She was guessing weeks by now. Before the experiments she had received food twice a day, now she hadn´t received food in forever, and yet she wasn’t hungry. Not much anyways. The room was as cold as it had been before but it wasn’t affecting her anymore. The clothes she had gotten helped keep her temperature up. She had seen some changes in her body, her muscles had grown and were more defined now.

The door to her cell was unlocked and she looked up from her corner. There wasn’t any food with the men and they attempted to pick her up but she kicked and punched her way out of their grips. They held up their guns and she raised her hands. She didn’t want to fight them, but she could walk on her own. They grabbed her by her arms but allowed her to walk. They guided her and they weren´t very gentle with her but she didn’t care as she was taken into an open room with a strange-looking machine in the middle.

A man sat in the chair. He was breathing hard. The men holding her pulled her towards the other side of the room and through another door. There was a table laid out which they strapped her too, tightly. They hadn´t used belts this time, but handcuffs and wires instead. Of to her right side she could see windows, but they looked to have been covered up from the outside. Streams of cold air could still be felt from that side of the room. When Lori turned her head to the right she could see a large number of machines. Machines she would have never been able to name, or explain the use off.

Someone took a hold of her head and tied something over her throat, and then over her forhead, stopping Lori from moving her head side to side. She tried to scream but her mouth was stuffed by something she hadn´t seen and therefor couldn´t identify. She could still make noise, but it was muffled by whatever was in her mouth. They attached something to the wires around her and she could feel something biting into the skin of her right arm. As something dripped down her arm she realized they had cut her arm open with a knife.

She tried to move, but she was so tighlty strapped in that she ould only move her chest up and down. She screamed and tears rolled down her temples. Maybe the man she had seen in the bigger room would hear her. Maybe he would help her if he could hear her. She was silenced by a powerful shock going through her body. She stopped thinking and couldn’t see for a moment. It was over as quick as it had come over her, and she was struggling to catch her breath.

Lori´s body was on fire. The cool air from the windows did nothing to help her. She could feel the wires around her wrists and ankles, they were burning her skin. Even if she couldn’t see, she was certain the wires would leave marks on her skin. Lori cried out again as the next shock went through her. She wasn’t aware of how long it lasted as she passed out from the pain and shock. What had she done to deserve this? Why were they torturing her?

Her cell was where she woke up. The first thing she did was to look for the marks around her wrists and ankles, and sure enough, there they were. Bright red, and bloody from where she had kicked and strained against them. She touched them gently and whimpered. They were painful, but her head was hurting worse. She didn’t have any memory of what had happened. All she could remember was when she was strapped to a table with belts. But that couldn’t have been this day, it had to have been a long time ago. Belts wouldn´t leave her wrists bloody.

2024

The thing, or monster rather, that was chasing Spider-Man was almost too much for the team to handle. Peter had worn it out a bit though with his constant swinging back and forth. The jet landed on one of the roofs and the four avengers got off as Peter also landed on the roof. “Hey guys, so I don’t know what this dudes problem is. But yeah I need help, and I need to lead him away… And…” Peter rambled and pulled at his mask without taking it off.

“Hey kid, relax. Why don’t you sit tight and we´ll get a look on things,” Bucky said and patted Peters shoulder before leaning over the edge to look down at the streets, and then towards the next roof. He glanced back at Lori and smirked. “How do you feel about jumping?” He asked and backed up on the roof before he took off and jumped over to the next roof. It wasn’t terribly far and it was lower than their current roof. Lori chucked to herself and jumped after him. She rolled into the landing and looked up at Bucky. “Now what? The thing is huge…” She mumbled and placed her hands on the guns by her hips.

If she had more time before they left, she would have tried to alter her bullets and incorporate the widow bites into them. That way they could have worked from the inside of the monster, rather than just the outside. She sighed as she thought about it, but screamed as a large hand picked her up. She tried to grab her guns but couldn’t because of where she was held. She managed to get to her knife however, and stick it in one of the monsters fingers. It didn’t do too much until she twisted it.

The monster released her with a roar, and she was falling. Buildings in New York city are high. It would have taken Lori around 8 seconds to reach the ground, thankfully Sam caught her by the arm and helped her onto the nearest building. “You okay Lori?” He shouted as he began to shoot at the monster, which was now going after Bucky. “I´m fine, we have to help Bucky.” She said and reached up to turn her comms on. “Wanda can you get a hold of the monster? Mess with its mind or something?” She asked her fellow female avenger and looked up to her. She had a habit of taking control on missions, something the others had learned during their two previous missions.

None of the others had seemed to mind. Sam was quite hppy that someone else took charge for once. Considering Lori´s background Sam was happy to have her around. He liked not having to make all the decisions himself. “I can try, I mean I don’t know how his brain works, but keep him distracted!” Wanda exclaimed and floated over to the monster. Lori got up and dusted her self off a bit before she pulled her hair into a bun. It wasn’t pretty, or cute. But it got the job done. She checked her guns to make sure they were still working properly. She didn’t want to blow herself up by accident.

Her guns were fine. She took the safety off before she shouted at the monster on the other roof. Her wish was to get its attention to let Wanda get close. The monster turned its head, and Lori began to shoot at it with both guns. It didn’t seem to do a whole lot, but at least she had the monsters attention. It started to come towards her and she frowned. “Shit, shit, fuck, shit, fuck…” She mumbled and began to back away. She kept her eyes on the monster until she hit the edge of the roof. She glanced behind herself. The others and Peter were watching her. Lori took a deep breath before she emptied the magaizines of her guns into the monster who was at the other side of the roof.

“Lori, what the hell are you doing?” Bucky and Peter asked through her coms at once. She smirked to herself and looked at them both. “Sometimes you need to take a leap of faith,” She answered and threw herself off the building. The monster came straight after her as she had figured it would. It looked over the edge into the barrell of Lori´s guns. “Hello there,” she said before she fired, the speed of the bullets knocking the monster back. The others stopped in their tracks before they too went at the monster. Asking about what Lori´s thought-process was, could wait until they were out and fine. The important thing now was to make sure the monster was taken care off.

Bucky and Sam shot at the monster while Peter and Wanda used their powers to keep the monster down. Lori reloaded her guns for the last time and helped Bucky and Sam shoot at the monster. She was in more pain now, and she had realized the monster had done more damage to her than she had previously thought. She was wheezing a bit as she grabbed at her ribs. They were painfully sore and Lori coughed to clear her throat a bit, which hurt her quite badly. “Fuck,” she muttered to herself and leaned on a structure on the roof.

Wanda held the monster down with her powers and Peter swung around throwing webs at the monsters hands and feet to stop it from moving. It took them just a few seconds to complete their goal. Sam came over to Lori and frowned as he noticed her flinch away. “Okay guys, get ready to leave. I´ll get some agents to take care of this. Peter, are you going to May or with us?” He asked and looked to the onesie-wearing man. Peter shook his head. “I´ll wait here for the agents to arrive. If he were to get lost I´m one of the only who can keep him down. Wanda could you stay as well?” He asked and looked over to the robe wearing woman standing a little farther off. Wanda nodded and smiled at them all before she soared off back to the monster.

Sam helped Lori stand up and she leaned into his side. “Fucking hell,” She mumbled and gripped her side. “Let´s get you back to Helen to check out those ribs of yours,” Sam said quickly and all but carried her to the jet for them to leave. Bucky followed them and kept an eye back on the scene they had just left. They got into the jet and Sam gently sat Lori down on one of the seats. Bucky came over to her with a first aid kit but she just shook her head. “The doctor can check up on me, it isn´t very far,” she said and leaned her head back and sighed heavily. Bucky nodded quickly and shrugged. “I´ll just get you a bottle of water and some super pain killers for now then,” he explained and left her alone for a little bit to get the water and pills.

Lori touched her side and gasped a bit as she arched her back in hopes that it would make the pain more bearable. She would be fine in just a few hours, unless the ribs were broken of course. How she hated broken bones. They were annoying, painful and just took so long to heal, even for someone with supersoldier serum. Bucky came back with the water and pills which Lori swallowed quickly. She coughed as the water went down the wrong pipe. She wiped her mouth and breathed heavly. “Thank you, Bucky,” she mumbled and looked down at her hands. Sam, who was steering them towards the compound let out a chuckle.

“She came around, now everyone calls you Bucky,” he teased his best friend. Lori smirked and shook her head as she leaned her head back again and closed her eyes. She missed the look Bucky gave her. It was a mix of happiness, terror and pride. He was happy Lori called him Bucky, but he was terrified seeing as it made him care more about her. At the same time he was proud at how far she had come from when they found her. She was acclimating to them all, and now Bucky as well it seemed. He looked away quickly to Sam who was smirking at him. He groaned quietly and made a face at Sam before placing his left hand on Lori´s forehead. She hummed in approval of the cold metal agaist her forehead.

“How are you feeling?” Bucky asked quietly and looked at her. She huffed and chuckled a bit. “Like a monster picked me up by the ribs and squeezed,” she teased him and glanced over at him. “Go ahead. Yell at me for my little suicide drop move,” she mumbled and took another sip of water. “I´m not gonna yell at you doll, that ain´t my style. Sam will do that when you´re better. But I´m curious. What where you thinking?” He asked and smiled softly. Lori looked at him and shrugged. “I noticed there was a ledge just down the roof, and I knew it was big enough for me to fall on it safetly, plus we needed the distraction. Peter and Wanda had to get a chance to bring him down.” She explained and shrugged once more.

Bucky shook his head with a smile. “Steve was just like that. Always ready to get himself hurt for others…” he mumbled and looked away for a bit. He really missed his best friend, the man he had grown up with and the man who had saved him more than once. He sighed and looked back to Lori. Of course she was special in his eyes. She was like him in many ways, and he just wanted her to be okay and be able to live a life in freedom. “Yeah, but he was always on the good side,” She answered quietly and furrowed her brows. While she didn’t see a monster in Bucky, she couldn’t help but see one in herself.

The jet landed a few minutes after midnight and Bucky helped Lori out of the back of it. He stayed by her side and let her lean on him, before Helen came up and offered to get Lori a stretcher. Being stubborn as she was she refused and let Bucky help her all the way back to the med-bay. Helen got her a bed to sit down on. “Okay, can you just remove your shirt and I´ll have a feel. We´ll see where we go from there,” she explained and stared at Bucky, waiting for him to leave so they could have some privacy. Lori stared at him too and it took him some time to understand he should leave. “There´s pizza left, I´ll leave you some,” he said before he left the med-bay rubbing his neck.

Lori laughed softly but flinched at the pain shooting through her side. “You know what, just get your shirt off and we´ll take some X-rays of your side, I have a sneaky suspicion those ribs are broken,” Helen sighed and went to get her X-ray machine. It was portable and she could see the bones straight away instead of having to print pictures out. Lori did as she was told and gently raised her arm up seeing some good bruising on her side. “Bucky gave me some super strength pain-killers on the jet. I´m not sure wether they´re working or if they just haven´t kicked in yet,” Lori explained as Helen checked her ribs. “Yeah, well they usually work within half an hour, so call me through Friday if they arent working in 15 minutes. I´ll prescribe you a dose. Don’t take more than 2 at once and only every 4 hours, alright?” Helen said and Lori nodded. “Okay Doc, are they broken? Do I need a bandage or something?” She asked as Helen walked away again. Lori pulled on her shirt now and groaned softly clutching her chest.

“They´re broken alright, but we can´t bandage it or anything so while I´m not gonna put you on bed rest, I suggest you take it easy the next few days or maybe two weeks. Your serum is a little different from Barnes and very different from Steves so I don’t really know how long it´ll take.” Helen explained and smiled at Lori before they both heard the low rumble of thunder. Lori was confused but Helen smiled to herself. “Mind if I join you guys for pizza?” she asked and Lori shrugged. “I don’t mind, but I cant speak for the others but I bet they don’t mind either,” She explained and frowned as another roll of thunder passed by. “That doesn’t sound like normal thunder… I better get back to the others,” she said and got off the bed she had been sitting on. Helen nodded and said she would be with them in a few minutes, she just had to report in the pills she had given to Lori.

1972

Time meant less and less to Lori every second that went by. Had you asked her how long she had been with Hydra she would have answered anything from two weeks to her whole life. Truth was she had been captive for five months. It was the middle of December. For Lori it might as well have been November or January, she didn’t know. All she knew was that it was colder. She had been training a lot more recently. They kept her locked in her cell when she wasn’t training or being tortured. Training took up five to eight hours per day. The torture happened less and less now than it had before, but she was still tied up and electrocuted now and then.

She didn’t understand why, but she could rarely remember much after each of those sessions. Or rather, some things seemed less important than before. She had little recollection of her life before Hydra. Over the past few months they had gone through her head and removed what was Lori. She had become a shell. A shell Hydra had filled with an assassin. Lori had undergone gun-training, knife-training and hand-to-hand-combat. With her enhancement her opponents rarely lasted very long and she got a new one every day to let them rest inbetween session. All to give Lori the best fight they could. She had seen the one she had come to know as the winter soldier a few times, but each time she asked to fight him she was laughed at and tossed into her cell.

After a few days she had stopped asking all together, there was no use. Something different had happened this day though. She hadn´t been taken to the room of torture, and not to the training room either. First she had been taken to a dance studio where she had been forced to practice for hours. Her feet were bleeding, her legs aching. But she didn’t show any emotion as the men forced her into a lab. She was pushed onto a chair and a metal arm was placed in front of her alongside some blueprints.

“Disarm it,” One of the men said and left the room locking the door behind him. Lori was alone in the room with just the arm in front of her. She stared at it for a second before she picked up the blueprints and went through them. It wasn’t clear what she was supposed to do but she began to tinker with the arm and soon had a plate of it opened up. The arm itself was filled with wires that looked like nerves. She frowned to herself and took a look at the blueprints again. She tried to locate the nerves that would disable the fingers of the arms. If she could get to those, the hand wouldn’t be able to close into a fist. It was a start if anything. She would have to disarm the arm from the elbow down to get it to be almost completely useless and that would be much harder, she soon realized.

She had just finished when the guards came back for her. With them was the man she had seen a few times prior. He was pushed into another chair and the arm was attached to his left shoulder. He was staring straight ahead and he didn’t notice Lori at all. Lori herself was taken into an adjoining room where her most senior capter stood. “Send in the agents,” he told his men in a perfect British accent. The soldat stood up as three agents came in. Lori could see him trying to flex his metal arm but he couldn´t, because Lori had done what they had asked of her.

The three agents went at the soldat, who didn’t do very well without a left arm. He was overtaken by the agents who eventually tore the metal arm off. The soldiers guards stepped in and executed the agents at the spot. Lori was taken to her cell, no word on wether she had done well or not. She guessed she had done well considering she wasn´t punished. There was no knowing with Hydra. She would never figure them out, she realized as she laid down on the bed in her little cell. They had at least provided her with two blankets, a luxiory.

2024

Thor had arrived with his brother in a heap of thunder. They had landed on the grass just outside the livingroom. Bucky and Sam had to hold Lori close as she got quite scared by the commotion. The two gods had introduced themselves to the newcomer. They had all shook hands, but Lokis lingered on Lori´s. “Aren´t you a trickster?” He asked softly as he tilted his head with a wicked smile. Lori knew more than any of her collegues about who the gods were. Hell they were a part of her swedish culture. Norse mythology was something every kid in Sweden learned about, Lori hadn´t been an exception. In fact, the norse gods and the mythology had been some of her favorite subjects in school. She had been the best in her class as well. At home she had had a number of books on the gods, well-read and re-read a million times.

Seeing the two gods was a bit of a shock to her. Of course she knew they existed, she had read their files, but she hadn´t expected them to be so big. They easily towered over them all, including Bucky, and Bucky wasn´t short. Yet Loki was at least half a head taller than him and Thor was even taller. Loki had his hair slicked back and was dressed up in a sleek black suit while Thor was in sweatpants and a hoodie. The long golden locks from the pictures Lori had seen were gone in favor for a more spkiy hairstyle. She studied them both for a while, in silence. Lori wasn’t normally a talkative person, less so with people she didn’t know. The gods just stared back at her and tilted their heads. Thor was the first one to break the silence.

“What´s your deal?” He asked as he looked Lori up and down, which to some extent felt a bit intimidating and uncomfortable. “What do you mean, what´s my deal?” She asked and crossed her arms as she stood in front of the god. She didn’t like his attitude. An attitude like that would have been punished by Hydra. “Are you a god? Do you have mind-bending abilities? Are you a former soldier?” Thor asked and frowned as he stared her down. Lori raised an eyebrow but shrugged. “I´m close to what Barnes is… A super-soldier, or something of the sorts at least.” She explained and stuck her chin out at the god.

She heard a swoosh go past her ear but she didn’t flinch or move. Thor smirked as he looked at her with a large axe in his hand. “I like this one,” He said with glee and everyone could hear Loki sigh. “Yes brother, you like yet another human, who is surprised…” he said and shook his head as he rolled his eyes. Lori was fuming on the inside, she felt slightly disrespected but she was also proud of herself for not flinching at all. Bucky grabbed her upper arms and pulled her back a bit. “Let´s go to the gym, take it out on me.” He said quietly and pulled her back. Despite what Lori thought, Bucky knew her better than she realized.

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Promise Me Forever [9]

Fandom: Devil May Cry Characters: Dante, Lirael Thorne (OC) Tags: Slow Burn, Romance, Arranged Marriage, Alternate Universe, First Time, Friends to Lovers Chapters: 9/14 co-written by @lickitysplitfic Summary: An old, long-forgotten promise between gods comes back to haunt Dante when it deposits an unfamiliar woman on his door. Claiming to be the descendant of Ler, she says that they’re meant to fulfill the oath made by Sparda centuries ago, and all he can do is watch as she turns his life upside down. Yet when her parents come knocking, demanding the oath be fulfilled, he’s forced to choose: return to the bachelor ways he loved so much, or give in to the emotions brewing between him.

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Dante frowns at his reflection, adjusting the collar of his shirt as he tries to tug the tie a bit looser. He can't even remember the last time he wore a get-up like this . . . Hell, he might never have worn a suit and everything. He leans in to examine his face, clean of any stubble and pizza sauce, before straightening up so he can smooth his palms down the jacket.

"Hmm," he says to himself. His hair hangs in its typical messy-but-totally-intentional strands, and he wonders if he should gel them back or something. But then he'd look like Vergil, and Dante snorts, wondering what he would think of all this—of course, if Vergil was around, he'd be the one about to marry Lir.

"Whatcha laughing at?" Nero asks from the bed, where he is bent over tying his shoes.

"Nothin'." Nero snorts, but doesn't press, and for that, at least, Dante's grateful. Today is going to be enough of a pain without dredging up the kid's trauma—not to mention his own—and any reprieve, however slight, is more than welcome.

He eyes the decanter of whiskey set on the dresser. Lir had sent it up with Nero when the kid arrived, alone with her hopes that he would enjoy it, but he hasn't been able to bring himself to touch the stuff. The last meeting with her family had been disaster enough without alcohol involved; he'd hate to hear their bitchin' if he showed up with liquor on his breath.

"Right." Nero stands, running a hand through his hair, which is far shorter than it was when he and Dante met. "You ready?"

"I don't know," Dante admits. He turns and puts his arms out, glancing down before frowning at Nero. "How do I look?"

Nero laughs and shakes his head. "You want my honest answer?"

"Sure."

"Like you're about to piss yourself," he chuckles. "But grooms are supposed to be, right?"

Dante makes a face. "No? I don't know."

Nero shrugs. "I don't know, you look like a guy who hunts demons and had to put on a suit. So I'd say, you look like yourself."

Dante sighs. "Let's just get this over with."

"That's the spirit," Nero teases, followed by another laugh.

He starts towards the door, still fussing with the tie at his throat, only to be stopped by Nero. Frowning, he tilts his head, and the kid shrugs and reaches up to fix the mess he'd made of the knot. "There," he mutters, stepping back and studying him with a squint. "Least now you look like you know what you're doing."

". . . Thanks," Dante mutters.

Nero nods and moves to open the door, holding it open until Dante has stepped through. Then they descend the stairs towards the main floor, from where the sounds of laughter and excited chatter echo. That makes him feel worse, somehow: so much on Lir's shoulders, forcing her here to marry a jackass with nothing much going on for him, and those people are having fun?

By the time they get to the bottom, Nero is looking at him funny again. "You okay, man?" he asks. "Never seen you that color before."

Dante nods, and they head over to where Morrison is waving at them. The shop has been transformed into a party area, chairs lined up in rows before the little foyer in front of the door, where the two of them will say their vows. He spies Lir's parents trying to get his attention, but Dante ducks down and makes a beeline for Morrison. "Thanks for doing this," he mutters when they reach him. "Can we get started?"

"Just waiting on the bride," he chuckles. "You doing okay? You look pretty pale."

"He's nervous as fuck, that's why," Nero offers.

"Lir's family is here, can you cool it with the swears?" Dante hisses. He nods over to the two dozen or so people who occupy most of the space, chatting excitedly and sending sideways glances towards Lady and Trish. They are the only ones sitting on the groom's side, and Dante grits his teeth to see that neither of them are dressed like normal people.

Lady is in the same all-white ensemble she'd worn in Fortuna, while Trish's black corset is drawing more than a few scornful looks, but neither of them seem to care much. At least they aren't all over one another. He has no idea if the conservative values of Lir's family extends to personal relationships and has no desire to find out. He levels an unimpressed stare their way, one that Lady returns with a poisonously sweet smile. 'Don't faint,' she mouths, and he turns back to Morrison with a growl.

"Where's Lir?" he asks lowly.

"Upstairs with Kyrie," Nero answers. "I think a couple of women who might have been her sisters went, too. Something about prepping her for tonight, whatever that means."

"Oh, God," he groans. Dante wipes his brow with the back of his hand, then on his pants. Lir's parents have finally started over, and he considers hitting the fire alarm as he watches them approach.

Her father puts his hand out, which Dante takes weakly. "Very exciting!" Augustus says, nodding to the others. "Are we just about ready?"

"About time, too," Lorenna huffs. "Can't put this off forever." She narrows her eyes at Nero, looking him up and down, frowning when she spies his right arm, partially hidden by his coat. "Who is this?"

"Nero," Dante replies quickly, cutting off whatever profanity was, judging by how sharply Nero scowls, about to come out of his mouth. "He's a business associate. Runs the Fortuna branch of the Devil May Cry."

"Oh!" Lorenna perks up a bit. "Were you familiar with the Order, perhaps?"

Dante watches Nero visibly swallow his anger, and his voice is stiff when he says, "Yeah. I knew 'em."

"Interesting business that was," she says. "You must know a lot about Sparda, being familiar with the Order."

Nero shrugs. "Some I guess? Who knows if he was even real though, right?"

Internally, Dante winces. That was the entirely wrong thing to have said, and he realizes then that he should have warned Nero about how devoted these people are to Sparda as a mythical protector of humanity. Before things can devolve further, Kyrie appears at the bottom of the stairs and hurries over to Morrison.

"She's ready," she announces.

Augustus drags his wife away, who looks as though she has more to say, and Nero snorts. "These people are weird," he says before kissing Kyrie's cheek and watching as she goes to sit next to Lady.

"Yeah," Dante answers. Music starts from somewhere, and Nero frowns at him, grabbing his elbow and positioning him the other way.

"Stand here," Nero snorts. He looks over Dante's shoulder and nods. "She's coming down the steps, don't you want to look?"

Dante blinks. His palms are damp, the small of his back clammy, and he's nervous, more so than he's ever been before. Makes sense, he supposes; like Nero said, grooms are supposed to be, right? Yet he feels like his body weighs tons as he turns, the world swimming around him in slow motion, and the sight of Lir nearly sends him running.

She's fucking gorgeous, and she's making a terrible mistake.

The dress she wears is the one he knows she's spent weeks carefully sewing, and it fits her like a damn glove, hugging her chest and hips before flaring into a train at her thighs, and her neck and shoulders are left bare. Dainty lace gloves cover her hands, clutching a bouquet of white and red roses, and, while he can't see much of her face due to the veil covering it, he already knows that she's going to be stunning. She already is, every single day, in jeans or a ball gown. Christ, his eyes are burning, and next to him Nero mutters, "You can cry. Most guys do."

"I'm not crying," he hisses, smiling at Lir when she reaches him.

Lir beams up at him through the veil, and holds out her hand to him, which he takes eagerly. "This is exciting, isn't it?" she whispers.

Dante nods, feeling his nerves start to settle as she grins.

"You look very handsome," she murmurs.

He swallows thickly. "Yeah. You look . . . Uh. Well. I've never seen anythin' prettier."

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Dante wrinkles his nose as he knocks back a sip of champagne. The taste is a bit weird, definitely preferring beer, or whiskey. But champagne was needed for the toasts, Lir had insisted, so he sighs as another one of her relatives or sisters or friends or whoever this seemingly endless parade of people are gets up to give them another lecture about Sparda and Ler disguised as a toast.

"You okay?" Lir whispers, patting his arm.

"Right as rain," he answers, returning her smile. She sits on his right, their table actually his desk, covered with a long linen cloth.

He feels a nudge on the shoulder. "How much longer is this?" Nero hisses in his ear. "I'm starving and these people are starting to freak me out."

Lir gives him a sheepish, almost embarrassed smile. "I'm sorry, Nero. It should be over soon. They're just waiting for . . . for the sun to go down."

Dante frowns, glancing towards the windows. The sky outside is taking on the burning hues of evening, and the sun is barely touching the roofs of the buildings across the street. "Sunset? Why sunset?"

"Well, it's . . ."

She closes her mouth as a woman with Augustus' dark hair and Lorenna's shrewd eyes approaches. There's a band on her finger with a large diamond set in the center, but that doesn't stop her from eyeing him in a way that feels far too intimate. "Lirael," the woman coos. "Aren't you going to introduce us?"

"You know who he is, Irene." It's the first time he's ever seen something akin to dislike settle on Lir's features, and he wracks his brain at the inkling of familiarity the name brings. "Dante, this is my older sister, third daughter of Augustus and Lorenna, 59th in the line of Ler."

She sticks out her hand, which Dante takes. "Nice to meet you?" he says uncomfortably.

"Mm-hm." She looks around, holding onto his hand so he can't pull away. "This is your place? Not much to it. You'd think the son of Sparda would have something . . ." Her voice trails off as she slowly drags her eyes up and down him. "Bigger," she finishes.

Behind him, Nero makes an odd sort of noise somewhere between a cough and a laugh, and Lir's brow pinches. "Irene," she says, warily.

Irene releases him with a smile and lifts the flute of champagne in her other hand. "A toast to the newly wed couple. May your union be satisfying too all, your joining full of delight."

"Thanks," Dante says, putting his arm around Lir for good measure. "Same to you," he continues, nodding towards the rock on her hand.

"Oh, this? It's nothing," she laughs. Then her eyes flicker over to Nero. "Another son of Sparda?"

Nero makes a face. "Hell no, I ain't a Sparda. And I'm taken, lady."

"My mistake." She smiles at Lir again, taking a thoughtful sip of her champagne before saying, "Interesting ceremony you have here. Our sister was married on the beach, but an office building is nice too, I suppose. And pizza? You are living well."

"Dante likes it," Lir hisses.

"Does he?" One perfectly shaped brow arches. "Well, then I suppose it's alright. Though I must say, sister, I'm very surprised to see how well you've adjusted. What was it you said when you were chosen? That you'd rather die?"

Dante goes cold. She never told me that. But Lir is already lifting her chin. "That was before I knew him."

"I see." Irene taps the rim of her glass against her lips thoughtfully. "Did you know," she says to Dante, "that the only reason Lir was sent was that my engagement was announced two weeks before we learned of your existence?"

"Sounds like you had a lot of reasons to celebrate," he replies. His voice sounds steady, despite how numb his lips feel. Is she still miserable with this?

"Just think," Irene says, as if he hadn't spoken, "it could be the two of us sitting here right now." She laughs and takes another drink from her glass. "That would be interesting, wouldn't it? We wouldn't be eating pizza at a wedding, that's certain."

"Hey, back off." Nero steps up, his voice angry , putting out his left hand as if to keep her away. "Why don't you go find your table and leave them alone?"

She gives a simpering sort of smile before turning on her heel, her hips swaying more than Dante thinks is natural as she saunters back over to her parents. "I'm sorry," Lir murmurs. "She's . . . She wasn't happy to be passed over. I thought that wound would have healed by now, but . . ."

"It's fine." Dante sips his champagne and wrinkles his nose. Too sweet. "Believe me, I understand sibling rivalry just fine."

The speeches finally over, food is served, which seems to settle everyone. Dante is amazed at the dishes served, a combination of pasta dishes that does include pizza. He eats his fill as Lir discreetly points out who everyone is among their guests, keeping one eye on the table that sits his friends, hoping they don't get too rowdy. He notes how Lir seems to be getting fidgety, and after the caterers take the food away, she seems to be stiff as a board.

Dante spots some of Lir's family getting ready to swarm, so he leans over and murmurs, "Is it, uh . . . time?"

She jumps, but then nods. Dante frowns to see the bit of pinching in the corner of her eyes, but Lir tries to visibly relax. "Yeah. We’re going to need to go upstairs."

"Sounds good." Dante stands, putting his hands up and calling for attention. If Lir is this nervous, it's up to him to take charge, he decides. Least he can do after all this mess.

Everyone stops talking and looks at him in surprise, and he ignores the whoop that comes from Trish. Lir whispers his name in the silence, but Dante's mind is made up. "Everyone, uh, I guess it's time for me and Lir to do the thing we need to do. So make sure to leave me some pizza, and don't drive if you get too trashed."

The expressions of their guests ranges from surprise to delight, but their stunned reaction to him is made worth it when he hears the little laugh that escapes Lir before she smothers it, and he offers her his hand. She takes it with a smile before addressing the crowd. "Thank you all for being here. I know the road has been . . . strange, but I'm happy, and proud, to be where I am. To be by his side."

He doesn't quite know what to make of that or the knots it sends his stomach into, so he merely nods, moving to rest his palm against the small of her back and guiding her to the stairs. Whispers erupt behind them, easy enough to ignore given his own inner turmoil. Dante is actually looking forward to this, and that makes him feel guilty, which only confuses him. Lir, at least, seems steady, climbing to the second floor with an easy grace.

Dante follows her into his bedroom, and he lets out a surprised noise when they get inside. It's the cleanest he's ever seen it, a completely new bedding set on the bed, fresh flowers placed around on the furniture. He looks around with a smile as he shuts the door, putting his hands on his hips as he takes it all in. "This place looks great," he says. "Did you do this?"

"Some of it." Lir moves to the window to open in a bit, and he watches as she takes a deep breath when the curtain sways a bit. She glances over her shoulder, but when their eyes meet she quickly turns away. "Can you help me with this veil?" she asks. "There's like a million pins in it."

"Sure," he murmurs, shrugging off his jacket as he walks over. Dante tosses it onto the chair in the corner, cleaned off of the pile of dirty clothes and even a new pillow fluffed on the seat, and steps up to Lir as she turns away from him. He frowns for a moment but then finds the first hairpin, pulling it out and tossing it on the top of the bureau. Carefully he works until he takes out a couple dozen and is able to work the comb attached free from her hair.

Lir sighs deeply, reaching up to help him. "My scalp thanks you," she chuckles, tossing the veil to join his jacket on the chair.

On impulse he slides his hands in her hair, giving her scalp a gentle massage, and Dante grins when she gives a little groan. "That's nice, thank you," Lir sighs.

"Mm-hm." The scent of her shampoo wafts gently every time his fingers brush through her hair. It's sweet, light, like the strawberries he loves so much, and he wonders if she'd chosen a new one just for him or if he never noticed it before. "I'd say you've earned it."

"Earned it?" He can hear the confusion, and it's cute enough to make him laugh.

Resting his hands on her shoulders, he carefully presses his thumbs against the nape of her neck. "Yeah. You had to put up with me an' Nero an' all of your family for the entire day. Keep it up, and I'll think you're going for sainthood."

Lir doesn't respond right away, her head dropping as he massages her skin. Then she turns and looks up at him with a shy smile. "You did pretty good too," she says. Then she licks her lips, a little gesture that sends a jolt through him, and she reaches up to undo his tie. "Let's, uh . . . let's get you comfortable, okay?"

"Right." His voice cracks, so he clears his throat and tries again. "Right. Okay. Think you're a bit more, uh . . . I mean, the dress seems . . ."

Her fingers brush his throat as she carefully undoes the knot and pulls the fabric from beneath his collar. "I'm okay," she replies quietly. "It's not the worst thing I've ever worn." Before he can ask what was, she sets to work on the buttons of his shirt; Dante can feel her hands trembling, and he covers them with his own when she reaches the third.

"Take it easy," he murmurs. "It's just us."

Lir glances up, her cheeks turning a bit pink. "I'm just so scared I'm going to screw this up," she whispers.

Dante can't help but chuckle at that. "Don't worry, I got that covered I think." He pulls her hands away and finishes the buttons on his shirt. "I can do this. Do you need help with your dress?"

She shakes her head, watching him for a moment as he takes off his shirt before glancing away. Lir turns a bit as she reaches back to pull her zipper, and the two undress silently. Dante doesn't take his eyes from her as he takes off his belt and pulls off his shoes, breathing deeply when she lets her dress slide to the floor, leaving her in a white slip, the satin clinging to her body. He is nervous as hell but seeing Lir just as unsure has given him a weird boost of confidence, and before he removes the rest of his clothes, he reaches out and grabs her wrist. "Come here," he murmurs, tugging her gently.

Lir blinks up at him, and Dante leans in, smiling as her eyes widen when he gets closer. Slowly he wraps his arms around her, his skin warming when her palms go to his arms and gently settle against him. "We can do this," Dante says.

She exhales slowly with a nod. "Yes." Her gaze drops to his mouth, and a flush stains her cheeks as she looks away. "I know I don't . . . I mean, it might not be proper or correct, but . . . may I kiss you?"

His mind flashes to her underneath him on the couch, her thighs cradling his body, and he swallows thickly. "If that's what you want."

Like then, her hands cup his face, her thumbs smoothing carefully over his cheeks, and his heart is pounding in his chest as she goes up onto her toes to press her lips to his. It's the same tentative brush she had used the first time, like she's afraid to ask for more, that she's doing something wrong, and he holds her firmly, forcing himself to be patient. If he moves too quickly, he could scare her again, like he had when he'd torn the couch trying to keep himself under control.

His hands fist into the slip, but he holds back, letting her lead the kiss. Lir presses her lips to him twice, three times, and then Dante follows the tilt of her mouth, returning her slow kiss with soft pressure. After several moments she starts to grow bolder, and he feels her tongue flicker against his lips; they curve into a smile as he opens for her, Lir sighing into his mouth.

She hesitates again, and Dante tugs on her lower lip before moving down her jaw and to her throat. He shivers at the little catch in her breath as he leaves a trail of kisses down her neck. "You know I have . . . some things I can do . . ." she whispers.

"You do?" Dante nibbles on her shoulder, kissing along the strap of her slip.

"Yes, I was . . . I was taught how to . . ." He presses his lips under her earlobe, cutting her off as she sucks in another breath. Her fingers dig into the muscle of his arms as she tilts her head, exposing more skin to his kiss. "I'm supposed to be making you feel good," she whimpers.

"Mm, think that's supposed to go both ways," he murmurs, more than half-distracted by the softness of her throat. "Ain't fun if only one of us feels good."

"Fun?" she mumbles. She strokes him lightly, sending a shiver up his spine, and he groans and teases her pulse carefully with his teeth. "Oh," Lir breathes, the sound erotic and sweet and making him twitch. "Oh, do that again, please."

Dante complies eagerly. He kisses her neck, teasing her with his tongue as his arm slides around her waist, holding her tightly against him. The other hand moves to her hip, and slowly he walks her backwards towards the bed. "Is it okay if I touch you?" he whispers.

"Y-yes," she stutters.

He drags his palm down her thigh, and then grabs the fabric, pulling it up until he can feel her skin. They hit the edge of the bed, and Lir sits, pulling Dante down on top of her as she slides back to the center of the bed. Their eyes connect as he strokes her thigh, and she moves her touch up his arms and back down his chest, carefully tracing the outlines of his muscles.

"I wasn't lyin' earlier," he says, quietly, and her hands pause on his stomach. "I've never seen anyone prettier than you. Don't think I ever will."

He strokes the crease of her thigh as her gaze softens. Then Lir grabs his arms and tugs. "Sit up on the pillows," she says, quickly scrambling back.

Dante smiles and crawls up on the bed, flopping over with his back propped on the frilly pillows at the head of the bed. "This good?"

"Perfect." He grins as Lir straddles his lap, and then his eyes almost fall out of his head when she pulls the slip off over her head. Underneath is a lace set that is barely more than a triangle between her legs and over her breasts, and Lir reaches back to undo the bra, taking it off and tossing it onto the floor.

She settles back to sit on his hips, and Dante swallows as he takes her in. Her hands press on his stomach to steady herself, and as his gaze hovers around her chest, her nipples soft and pink against creamy skin, his own body starts to rapidly stiffen. Her kiss had already gotten his blood pumping, but his heartbeat is at full speed ahead with Lir now perched nearly naked on top of him, her hair falling over one shoulder as she chews her lip nervously.

Dante clears his throat as she shifts a bit, certain she can feel his erection inside his pants and now pressed against her backside. "I guess I should . . ." she murmurs, her fingers tracing down his stomach and towards the little trail of hair just visible above the waistband of his dress pants.

Still gathering his wits, or what little of them he's ever had, he doesn't realize what she's intending to do until the button is unfastened and the zipper eased down, and, even then, it doesn't really click until her her hand eases beneath the fabric and her touch grazes the base of his cock. Both of them freeze, and what he thinks is alarm flickers briefly across her features. "Oh," she says, then again: "Oh. You're bigger than . . ."

Lir trails off, her cheeks scarlet now, and there's another of those strange boosts to his ego, though it's dulled a bit by concern. She havin' second thoughts? "You okay?"

"Huh? Oh! Yes." She gives her head a little shake. "I'm sorry, I only. I mean, they told us—told me about the anatomy and used props to demonstrate how things could be done, but nothing was . . . as large as you are."

Dante's burst of pride is quickly dampened as she starts to stroke him, her hand exploring his length, but her expression one of confusion. "This isn't . . ." Her voice trails off, and now it's his turn to frown as she yanks down the fabric, his cock springing free as she examines him closely.

"Uh, easy there," he chuckles nervously.

But Lir only stares at him, expression deep in thought. Carefully she wraps her hand around him, and Dante bites back a groan as she slowly drags her fist up and down his length. It's pretty much the most erotic thing he's ever seen—only, really—and her beautiful face and perfect body and delicate hand now jerking him almost experimentally have him gripping the blanket beneath him tightly. Her other hand strokes his pelvis, the touch of her fingertips almost featherlight and in stark contrast to the firm grip she uses to pump up and down his length that is now aching and throbbing.

"Lir," he grunts. She stops, peering up at him from beneath her lashes, and he tries to think of a polite way to tell her that it she wants to have sex she better get a move on because he's not sure he can last with her doing that. But the words won't come, and he curses as her brows furrow.

"Was I doing it wrong?"

"What? No!" He pushes himself up onto his elbows. "Christ, no. Just, uh . . . Seems unfair that you're getting to touch me but I can't touch you."

"Oh!" She giggles, a slight blush creeping over her features. "Sorry, I was distracted."

Her smile is lovely as she leans over him, her free hand pressed to his shoulder as the other continues stroking him. Lir gazes at him sweetly, her long lashes making her look almost sultry, and the mix of innocence and sexiness makes his heart skip a beat. Dante reaches up to feel her thighs, and then slides his hands over her until he carefully covers her breasts. He can feel her nipples grow hard against his palm, and he gives her flesh a gentle squeeze, swallowing a groan at how soft she feels and how small she seems in his large hands.

She bites her lip, and he leans up to kiss the plump flesh, sucking on it softly while he cups her breasts and uses his thumbs to rub small circles over her nipples. The little noise she lets out as she arches into his touch has him panting, rocking up into her hand; nothing could have ever prepared him for the sensation of her body against his, of her skin brushing his. He feels almost drunk, and he releases one hand to drag it down her stomach, groping over her waist and hip just to feel her tremble.

Lir is still stroking him, her hand feeling like a slice of heaven, her skin so soft as it drags up and down his length. Occasionally she pauses to rub her thumb on the tip or tease the head, and Dante groans. He would love nothing more than to take hold of himself and hurry up the end his body is craving, but her touch is so sweet and sexy that he wouldn't stop her for anything.

She moves closer, his erection now pressed against her thigh, and Dante pulls her down to kiss her eagerly. Lips and tongues slide together as his hands roam her body, and then he tilts her back so he can place a kiss to her breast, using his tongue to roll around her waiting nipple. Lir gives a little gasp that sends a shot of pleasure right through his dick, and he pulls her nipple in his mouth, wanting more. Her hands move into his hair, his cock straining for friction where it presses to her thigh, and when she lifts her hips slightly to press her chest closer to him, he feels the lace drag against the head of his cock, nearly driving him crazy.

"Dante," she murmurs, her nails scratching lightly over his scalp, and it's damn near over right then. Then she asks, shyly, "Should I . . . finish undressing?" and he goes lightheaded at just the thought of it.

"Yeah, yeah," he huffs. "You got me so worked up, angel . . ."

Lir presses a quick kiss to his lips and climbs off, and Dante stares as she stands next to the bed and shimmies out of her panties. When she turns he quickly pulls the rest of his clothes off, grabbing the base of his cock and giving it a squeeze as he closes his eyes and breathes in deeply. Keep it together. Keep it together!

Warm silk wraps around him, and with a groan he peeks an eye open. Lir is spreading lube along his length, coating him well before she straddles his hips.

She holds his shoulders and rocks her hips, and Dante hits his head back against the pillows. He watches with widening eyes as she grips his length, and then angles it between her legs. Lir grabs onto his chest for leverage as the head of him parts her folds, and Dante wonders what to do, if he should help, when the first couple of inches enter her body, and his cock is wrapped in the most delicious tight heat he could ever have imagined.

He digs his fingers into the quilt, a faint ping of remorse making itself known when the fabric starts to rip. But it's easy enough to ignore that when the alternatives are either losing control or hurting her or both, and he does his damndest to keep himself still while she works. His thoughts jumble together the more of him she takes: christ she's so small is it gonna fit is she okay oh fuck oh fuck fuck fuck.

"Dante . . ." she whines, bringing him back from his own overwhelming thoughts. "Dante, I can't . . ."

He sits up, wrapping his arms around her waist, and kisses her. Lir freezes in his hold, her hands on his shoulders, and Dante kisses her as passionately as he knows how, ignoring the insistent throbbing of his cock. He rubs her back in slow circles until after a minute, she begins to relax, sinking further onto him.

"Lir," he groans, pressing his face to her neck. She starts to rock her hips, easing him in and out of her body, but still far from taking him completely inside her own; but it doesn't matter, the movements still erotic and incredible, her sex squeezing him tightly. He remembers the spot below her ear that had her trembling earlier, so he lavishes her skin with his teeth and tongue, letting Lir work at a pace that is comfortable for her but nearly torturous for him.

He's so caught up in keeping her comfortable that he doesn't realize how dangerously close he's getting until his sac starts to tighten, and he pulls from her skin with a stuttered groan, grabbing at her hips even as ecstasy starts to overflow. She lets out a startled noise as his seed fills her in pulses that mimic his hammering heart, going still with her hands braced on his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin with her surprise.

Dante can't take it anymore and he thrusts upwards, another pulsing wave of pure bliss wracking his body, the friction silky as he slowly rocks up and down. He falls back on the pillows as he catches his breath, staring at the ceiling as it finally begins to fade, Lir a comfortable weight on his lap.

Sleep is already tugging at him when she carefully climbs off of him, and he tugs her down next to him with a yawn that makes his jaw crack. Belatedly, he realizes that she probably hadn't gotten off—not that he'd noticed—but her hand is drawing lazy, soothing circles on his chest that only serve to lull him deeper into slumber, and his last bit of awareness is focused on the soft brush of her lips over his shoulder.

#dmc #devil may cry #dante sparda #lirael thorne #lir #dante/lir #dante/oc #dante x oc #dmc oc #dmc fanfic #dmc fanfiction #fanfiction #writing #story #myfic #collab #promise me forever #pmf

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writingfortoomanyfandoms · 5 years ago

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Courtney’s 4K/Quarantine Writing Challenge!!

So, not only did I hit 4,000 followers a little while ago (thank you all so much again for that!) but we’re also all stuck inside for the foreseeable future and I know we’re all bored out of our minds (or at least I am) and I don’t read anywhere near enough fics as I should (and as I want to) so I figured since I’m going a Write Fest on my own blog to celebrate 4K (I’ll link it here if you want to check it out) I thought I could extend that to all of you guys as well!

So yeah, writing challenge, premise is pretty simple, I’ve hosted a couple before (lowkey flops but we move), you read the rules, abide by them, pick a prompt and a character and you write!

As always with me, I’m a nerd and so the prompts are split into categories - there are song lyrics, book quotes, comedy quotes and film quotes to choose from!

I hope you guys want to join in with this! I love reading what you guys write and this could be a really fun way to just keep us all moving and inspired over the next few months :)

The Rules

1) You don’t have to be following me but it would be nice because I’m lonely and want friends plz

2) If your piece of writing is over 500 words, please use the ‘read more’ feature

3) Reblog this post to get the word out (and tag anyone who may be interested!)

4) It’s going to be one person per prompt but if needed I can add more prompts

5) Smut is fine but please leave warnings as appropriate (THOUGH NO UNDERAGE CHARACTER SMUT THANKS)

6) On the back of that one, no inappropriate pairings pleaseeeeee

7) Also please make sure you leave appropriate warnings at the beginnings of fics if any sensitive subjects are brought up (e.g. mental health etc)

8) Ships and OC’s are welcome

9) Tag me in your writing!

10) Use the hashtag #Courts4KWritingChallenge

11) If you want to enter send me an ask with the prompt you want and the pairing you’ll be writing it with

12) The deadline for this is 15th July (this can be extended if y’all need it)

Characters/People/Pairings

1) Any of the BoRhap dudes and their characters

2) (BoRhap!)Queen members (Freddie only platonically)

3) The Hargreeves Children (older!Five only)

4) Richard Madden (+ his characters)

5) Taron Egerton (+ his characters)

6) Rocketman!Bernie Taupin and Ray Williams

7) Smosh Members

8) Jake Gyllenhaal (+ all his various characters)

9) Chris Evans (+ his characters)

10) Sebastian Stan (+ his characters)

11) Any of the 5sos guys (poly!5sos fics also both welcomed and encouraged)

12) Stranger Things peeps (Steve, Billy + Robin/their cast counterparts)

13) One Direction guys (Niall, Harry + Louis)

14) Pevensie children

15) Sex Education (cast + characters)

Prompts

Song Lyrics

“Wake up sunshine, somebody loves you” - Wake Up, Sunshine by All Time Low

“When I take a look at my life and all of my crimes you're the only thing that I think I got right” - Lover of Mine by 5 Seconds of Summer ( @angiefangirlworld-2 w/ Ashton)

“Kiss in the kitchen like it’s a dance floor” - Sunflower Vol.6 by Harry Styles

“There'll never be another, I promise that I'll love you for the rest of my life” - Black and White by Niall Horan ( @unn--known w/ someone from 1D)

“Let's keep each other safe from the world” - Lucky People by Waterparks

“Never wanted to be the boy next door, always thought I'd be something more” - Drowse by Queen

“And when I touch you I feel happy inside, it's such a feeling that my love I can't hide” - Hold Your Hand by The Beatles ( @flick-ofthe-wrist w/ Roger Taylor)

“It’s hard to think you could ever hate me, but everything's feeling different now” - Too Young by Louis Tomlinson

“All I can do is say that these arms were made for holding you” - 18 by One Direction

“I waited for her call - she always kept me waiting” - The Girl at the Rock Show by Blink-182

Book Quotes

“I am so busy keeping my head above water that I scarcely know who I am, much less who anyone else is” - The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

“Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do you start missing everybody” - The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger

“Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there’s no room for the present at all.” - Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh

“I have measured out my life in coffee spoons” - The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot

“As far as I’m concerned, I came out of the womb spouting cynicism and wishing for rain.” - Solitaire by Alice Oseman

“We cross our bridges as we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and the presumption that once our eyes watered.” - Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead by Tom Stoppard

“Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.” I Am The Messenger by Marcus Zusak

“I love her, and that’s the beginning and end of everything” - The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Flitzgerald

“I just want you to know that you’re very special and the only reason I’m telling you is that I don’t know if anyone else ever has” - The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chebowsky ( @coupscarat w/ Damien Haas)

“Was there some kind of rule against drop kicking arseholes in the face? Probably. They always had rules against things that needed to be done” - Made You Up by Francesca Zappia

Comedy Quotes

“You have to treat everybody’s views, no matter what they believe, with respect” “What, even idiots?” Outnumbered

“Well you shouldn’t be prejudiced against fat people, thin people… men who have turned into women, women who have turned into men, gay people, ginger people… people from Liverpool” Outnumbered

“Stand back kids, this school’s insurance policy doesn’t cover blown minds” Bad Education

“Do you think you could stop being so cheeky?” “Do you think you could stop asking stupid questions?” Outnumbered

“I spend my entire life around people. As much as I would like to, it’s almost impossible to avoid them” The Inbetweeners ( @queen-bunnyears w/ Ben Hardy or Sebastian Stan)

“We’re very hufflepuff here, wouldn’t you be happier in slytherin?” Fresh Meat ( @adrenaline-roulette w/ Ben Hardy)

“What’s the best way to make friends?” “Tell a woman you love her, and she says ‘I think we’re just friends’” Jimmy Carr, Jon Richardson

“There’s four things you can be in life: sober, tipsy, drunk and hungover. Tipsy is the only one that you’re not crying” James Acaster

“What’s that on your shorts?” “Oh - it’s called excitement” Smosh

“Full disclosure - I could just be an arsehole” Smosh

Film Quotes

“To me, you are perfect” - Love, Actually

“I wish I knew how to quit you” - Brokeback Mountain

“If you start crying, I’m gonna have to pretend to start crying” - Gifted ( @beysenpai w/ Chris Evans)

“I’m with you ‘til the end of the line” - Captain America: The Winter Soldier ( @mamaskillerqueen w/ Steve Harrington)

“Most of the time I just want to staple things to her head” - Bridget Jones’ Diary ( @hardforbenhardy w/ Ben Hardy)

“We’re family. We believe in each other. That’s everything” - Bohemian Rhapsody

“Look around: this guy basically lives in a clue board” - Knives Out

“Too many guys think I'm a concept, or I complete them, or I'm gonna make them alive. But I'm just a fucked-up girl who's lookin' for my own peace of mind; don't assign me yours.” - Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

"What I'm saying is--and this is not a come-on in any way, shape or form--is that men and women can't be friends because the sex part always gets in the way." - When Harry Met Sally ( @acdeaky w/ Ben Hardy)

“You’re loved and have been loved. You’re one of the lucky ones” - Irreplaceable You

#5 seconds of summer #calum hood #ashton irwin #michael clifford #luke hemmings #ben hardy #roger taylor #harry styles #niall horan #louis tomlinson #Richard Madden #taron egerton #chris evans #sebastian stan #stranger things #jake gyllenhaal #courts4KWritingChallenge

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blooming5th · 5 years ago

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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.

fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

My muse is: canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless /

Is your character popular in the fandom? YES / NO.

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK.

Is your character considered strong in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK.

Are they underrated? YES / NO.

Were they relevant for the main story? YES / NO.

Were they relevant for the main character? YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG.

Are they widely known in their world? YES / NO.

How’s their reputation? GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL.

How strictly do you follow canon? — Pretty strictly, I think? I mean... I do always try my best to stick to canon events because although I am a big fan of AUs, I absolutely suck at writing canon-divergent characters. I also look out for possible dialectisms that come from Hinamori & put some work towards Hinamori’s personal development; all of this according to whatever has happened to her in canon / is shown by her in canon.

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals. — There’s an entire world waiting beyond Hinamori’s pretty face? She’s still pretty much just a baby when in comparison to many other Lieutenants (being the second youngest, right after lil Yachiru), which makes her super innocent and funny. She’s also very upbeat, easy-going, and friendly! She’s such a devoted Lieutenant and honestly a great worker? Super strong with her kido spells, too! A great student?! A very, very good girl, honestly! She’s the greatest person you will ever meet, I swear to GOD !!

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?). — Most of the people, from what I can perceive from reading different opinions and have read through my years in Bleach forums and such, is that she’s pretty mentally weak. Hinamori seems to be extremely unbalanced and the previously mentioned devotion actually becomes... a weakness? Although I don’t agree with it ( mostly because I do believe her devotion towards Aizen was induced and not... something natural ), I can understand what people mean by this. Also, she mostly uses magic spells and keeps herself at a certain distance when in combat;; which people might easily perceive as her being weak when it’s just... her fighting style and body stature.

What inspired you to rp your muse? — I have roleplayed Hinamori for over 6 years now? almost 7, actually. I made this blog in 2014, however, I was supposed to be writing Hitsugaya. I ended up changing my entire blog’s aesthetics, not even a week later, to match Hinamori and decided to try her out. Why? Well... long story short... the fandom was full of Hitsugaya blogs. asjhdfasjdhfg I didn’t want simply be just one more in the ocean of amazing Hitsugaya writers;; so I decided to write someone who gave me access to heavy development ( because there was so little content back then ) and fun times ! lil peach was the obvious answer!

What keeps your inspiration going? — Most of the time its music? Whenever I decide to focus on an rp blog, I create a go-to playlist that helps me channel the muse’s traits and helps me write with more ease! That... and re-reading manga pages that might make me come up with headcanons, which I, later, always tend to apply to threads. Oh yeah, uh... LMAO! How could I forget? Talking to friends and discussing things with them, also often lets my creativity soar and helps me channel my muse’s persona. uwu

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice? YES / NO.

Do you frequently write headcanons? YES / NO.

Do you sometimes write drabbles? YES / NO.

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day? YES / NO.

Are you confident in your portrayal? YES / NO.

Are you confident in your writing? YES / NO.

Are you a sensitive person? YES / NO.

Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal? — Honestly, yes? I am a person that needs to receive constant criticism & is very open about it, too. I often find myself asking for criticism & find myself craving for bigger improvement.

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character? — HELLS TO THE YES !! But then again... who doesn’t? It makes me so so happy whenever I receive a question or a simple message that might help me develop Hinamori’s character traits or behaviours? I love my girl so much;; knowing that others want me to gush about her amazingness & make her grow even more is nothing but an honour to me, tbh.

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why? — Well... yeah? But not in a bad way, of course! I absolutely love discussing headcanons and getting different points of view from things ( such as headcanons, in this specific topic ) so I can center myself and find a clearer way to analyze things! Discussing headcanons is dope, man!

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it? — This is going to be a pretty short response cause ;; I don’t care? I’m not here to really... please others. I’m here to have fun for my own self and to enjoy writing with other amazing fellas. Ain’t nobody gonna rain on my parade with unnecessary negativity;;

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it? — I haven’t ever seen many people hate Hinamori’s character? However, I do have seen quite the few people disregard her as the important character she is, or reduce her to a level that doesn’t... entirely fit the reason why she was created. Still, it’s none of my business. I don’t let it get to me or feel... the need to do anything about it? Or even talk about it? I can’t really change people’s views, so I often would just rather love my baby peach and let others do as they please.

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors? — ABSOLUTELY? It’s even part of my rules like ;; please tell me if you ever find a grammatical error ANYWHERE in my blog. English isn’t my mother tongue and thus it can be very difficult for me to keep up with fancy writing while also sticking to correct grammar? idk if this makes sense but... yknow.

Do you think you are easy going as a mun? — I do think I am very easy going kind of fella? Sometimes it takes me forever go get to messages ( both through discord & IMS ), but I think that’s because lately I’ve been feeling super emotionally drained ;; I haven’t been out of my goddamn house for three months and I sincerely miss seeing faces that aren’t my parents. I did take a drive the other day but... sobs... it left such a bittersweet taste. ANYWAY !! Yes. I’m very easy going and talkative. Also a big, big enthusiastic? And positivist! I am someone who always prefers to stick to the bright side of life and ignore anything that might be the least problematic so yeah ~ I am uwu. Come meet me. I’m cool. I swear.

That’s about it, congrats for filling out!

Tagged by: @hirako5hinji ( aka the greatest taichō ever. uwu go to bed harder next time, Anna. ♡ ) Tagging: ANYONE WHO WANTS TO DO IT !! just steal it from me. be gay. do crimes.

#🌺 ✖ ✖ 𝕗𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕙'𝕤 𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 — ♡ ic challenges //#🌺 ✖ ✖ 𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕟'𝕤 𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 — ♡ ooc challenges //#( this was so much fuuuuuuuuuuuuun omg I'm cryin #but it took me forever to get to ?? so OOF )

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melyaliz · 6 years ago

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It’s Raining Gods

Part two of April Showers

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Loki just wanted to continue his conversation with the girl who had built a shrine to him.

Pairing: Loki x OC

Notes: The second part to a story I wrote a million years ago. This part just came to me and MAYBE there will be a third. Idk. Honestly just silly nothingness, sometimes I like just writing for the sake of writing.

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Once upon a time, there was a girl, who met a god. Which was cool I guess, if this girl hadn’t met this god while basically creating an exhibit for him and his family. It’s like a pop star coming into your bedroom and finding your walls littered with all his posters or some actor submitting across your fan-website.

Only this god could kill you with a twitch of his eye.

Or at least turn you into a bug.

Both possibilities weren’t outside the realm of possibilities with this god.

And if anyone knew that it was April, after all, she had a master’s in it.

And that was BEFORE He had tried to take over the world, or at least New York.

So yeah, once upon a time there was a girl who met a god. And has assumed after not being killed or turned into a three-headed dog (wrong evil god) she would never see that god again.

Oh, how wrong she was.

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“Delivery for Miss April.”

A slightly pug-faced looking woman looked up face suddenly lighting up at the sight of Loki standing there holding the box. “Oh you’re new,” she said leaning on the door gently pulling down her shirt to expose just a bit more cleavage. Something that didn’t go unnoticed by Loki.

Unlike April, this girl clearly didn’t know who he was.

Good.

“I have a package here for April,” he said again.

“I can take that if you want, I’m her coworker.” the girl said leaning forward.

“I would rather deliver it to her myself,” Loki said smoothly already getting very annoyed at this woman who was standing in his way. After last week’s opening, he hadn’t been able to get the young museum's curator. She had peppered him with questions all night, eyes filled with curiosity and admiration.

And if there was one thing Loki lobed it was admiration.

The problem was he was kind of a wanted man and couldn’t quite just waltz into the museum. Especially after being noticed last time.

Although that had worked well in his favor last time.

“Well she’s working in the back room, do you want me to show you where it is? It’s kind of…”

“I’m good thanks”

Before the woman could say anything else Loki was halfway down the hall clutching the box.

“You were doing the ugly with THOR?!?” a woman’s voice stopped him in his tracks. The loud whisper was not April’s. Frowning he took a few more steps so he could get a closer look. A petite dark haired girl who was obviously pregnant was standing here waving her arms and basically jumping up and down in excitement.

Honestly, his brother wasn’t THAT exciting.

“No Carrie, his brother” April came into frame shaking her head as she handed the other girl a cup of water.

Instinctively the pregnant woman, Carrie’s, hand went to her stomach “Loki? The guy who tried to destroy New York?”

Loki rolled his eyes, of course, protect the children, evil Loki May appear at the mention of his name. Although he did come when a whole exhibit was about him so what did that say?

“Was he hot?” Both April and Loki looked at Carrie startled. Lokie smiled leaning forward, yes was he? “What,” Carrie waved away her friend’s shocked expression, “I mean he has that kind of I’m a bad boy in bed, kind of vibe. Did you guys... do it under his likeness”

Ok, he liked this woman.

“No, we didn’t do it I was more worried about him turning me into a bug or something. But yeah... he was...”

“Brother!”

Loki let out the most undignified scream as he basically jumped out of his skin. Behind him, Thor stood in a delivery uniform as well. However, his was of a competitor to Loki’s.

Of course, it was.

Both women turned at the sound and April looked like she was about to vomit.

This wasn’t happening.

Her friend, on the other hand, had a totally different reaction.

“Dude, I don’t think we can be friends anymore. You’re like… famous now.”

“I… Kill me now Carr.”

“No way I need to see what happens. HELLO BOYS!”

Both brothers turned and Thor stored right up to Carrie taking her hand.

“I am Thor Odinson and I am here to see the woman who has caught the attention of my brother.”

“Well it’s not me, the only attention I can catch is from one night stands who leave me pregnant.”

Thor stood there for a beat taking her in as if gauging his response. Leave it to Carrie to make even a god feel awkward. “I don’t know how anyone would want to leave such a beautiful woman as yourself.” was his smooth response. Guess it wasn’t that awkward.

Next to Carrie April prayed to whatever gods weren’t in this room that the ground would swallow her up whole.

Then again maybe if she prayed to the ones here there was a better chance of it happening. Since they all insisted on touching her anyway.

“We were leaving,” Loki said putting a hand on Thor trying to pull his brother away. This was NOT how this was supposed to happen. He was going to bring April an artifact from Asgard and have her tell him how cool he was while asking him a million questions about it. Not have his brother hit on some knocked up woman.

“But you haven't met April yet,” Carrie said, obviously enjoying this way more than she should. April looked from the girl back to Loki. please don't hurt her, she’s my best friend.

“April!” Thor said taking her hand in his,

“Schauer…” April said, “My parents hated me.”

“Well April Schauer it is so fascinating to meet you, I hear you are quite an expert on our history.”

“As it is told on earth,” April said, her eyes glancing from the large blonde man to his brother. Just waiting for all of this to go horribly wrong.

Or more wrong than it already was.

“She’s just being modest.” Carrie said, “It’s amazing, already won several awards or whatever these nerds call it. Come on I’ll show you.”

Thor held his arm out for Carrie, “Lead the way…”

“Carrie Fan, my parents didn’t hate me,” Carrie said taking his arm “Or they didn’t until this,” she said motioning to her swollen stomach as she lead the god of thunder toward the exhibit leaving Loki and April in the office. It was after Carrie had disappeared that April noticed the box that Loki was gripping so tightly she wondered how it hadn’t broken yet. Maybe some sort of magic?

“Is that the coins you promised me the night of the opening?”

“Yes”

“May I?” she asked holding out her hands to take the box. He shoved them toward her before crossing his arms frustration building. This was ridiculous. How did Thor even know he was here? He had not even mentioned her to anyone.

“I honestly didn’t assume you would. Or even come back really” April said as she opened the box. Her eyes focused on the contents of the box and not on the god of mischief.

That was when he realized he had said that allowed.

“These are amazing,” April gushed putting on a glove before picking one up, “the intricate detailing are beautiful. I know just where to put these.” She looked up at him with a large smile, “Thank you.”

It was stupid, and Loki later just told himself he was only doing this because he liked how interested she was in him, but at that moment he felt like his heart speed up just for a second.

“So while Carrie distracts your brother, last time you were here you were telling me about the time you talked your brother into dressing up as a bride to take down an enemy?”

“Yes, it was all my idea actually and while I could have very easily been the one I mean... “

“God of Mischief, Also the image on Thor in a bridal dress seems too good to pass up.”

“Exactly.”

Once upon a time, there was a girl, who met a god. And the while everyone said that god was a scary monster she found him to be very agreeable company.

And also didn’t turn her into a bug. No matter how many questions she asked him.

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sabbywrites · 6 years ago

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strange intimacy

Fandom: Pokémon

Pairing: Reader/Original Male Character

Rating: Explicit

Content Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Coerced Sex, Sexual Manipulation, DubCon (not really? but I’m tagging just in case), Unprotected Sex, Non-Consensual Photography, Unhealthy Relationships, Choking

A/N: Uh, hi. So this started as a joke for an OC I have-- Matt, the Pokémart employee. He looks the exact same as the other Pokémart employees, but he’s a sociopath who commits tax fraud and arson in his spare time while also just being a general menace to society. This was originally written for my discord server, but I didn’t mind how it turned out so I’m posting it here-- it’s been a while since I’ve posted explicit content. Read after the cut, or on Ao3.

The sky rains down on you like a bucket of water upturned over your head; merciless, endless sheets of water that plaster every garment you own to your skin, flattening your hair and making your Pokédex crackle a little dangerously. You hunch over it as you all but barrel into the doors of the pokémon center, drenching the linoleum floor immediately with the amount of liquid dripping from your skirt. The Nurse Joy stationed there exclaims immediately upon your arrival.

“Oh my! Here, let me take your pokémon!”

You let her, numbly thankful for her help given the fact that it’s easily three in the morning at this point, though your vision is too water-blurred for a moment for you to make out the time on the center’s lone clock. There’s nobody in the lobby, at least, which tells you all you really need to know; any sane trainer has gone to bed at this point, or at least taken shelter from the vicious storm. Thunder rumbles overhead, muffled by the ceiling well enough.

There’s a strange electricity in the room that isn’t born from lightning. You have a vague clue as to what it is, though hold off on confirming your suspicions until you rub at your eyes to clear your vision. You can feel your mascara flake and clump under your skin, but the aching in your legs and spine take up all the care you could’ve used towards your appearance.

When you pull your hands down, you see him.

It’s not a surprise, nor does it cause your heart to clench or flip or butterflies to erupt in your stomach— but it does raise the hairs on your arms slightly, despite the heavy dousing of water that had plastered them down. The goosebumps on your calves are not born from the cold as you squint your eyes, sparing what you hope is an unimpressed look at the Pokémart employee currently looking at you with his chin propped in his hand, supported by the counter. He looks smug, but you’ve rarely seen him greet you without some sort of unearned superiority.

He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t have to. You wring your hair out, not even sparing a glance to the clearly displeased Nurse Joy as she places your pokémon onto the platform. Satisfied that you look slightly less hopeless than you did a moment ago, you drag your aching body over to the counter.

“Nice tits,” is what you’re greeted with, his eyes zeroed in on the way your white shirt clings to you. If it had been anyone else, you might’ve been slightly disgusted at the comment.

“Working on a Saturday night, huh?” You say, keeping your tone as bored as possible. One of his eyebrows immediately twitches. “Looks like you have a booming social life.”

The smug expression drops. Of course. You can almost hear his teeth grit together.

“Some of us have actual jobs, instead of chasing preteen dreams. You finally manage to beat a trial yet?” He says. Ouch. That one stings a little, but you don’t let it show. He’s a shark, sniffing out pricks of insecurity like a drop of blood in the ocean.

“I’ll take thirty hyper potions.” You say instead. Your legs ache a little more than they did a moment ago, and you turn over your shoulder as Matt stoops down to grab a box of potions with an irritated gumble. “You have any empty rooms available?”

The nurse jumps a little at your question, then presses her lips together and shakes her head. “N-no, unfortunately, but the center on Route three—”

“I got a bed you can sleep in.” Matt cuts her off without a care in the world. He stands back up, tall as all fuck, slamming the box of potions down on the counter and ripping open one side so he can start to count them.

You tilt your head. “You do?”

“Yeah. Some of us pick professions that allow us to own houses.” He says, another jab at your failed trainer dream. You don’t even bother standing up for your decisions. “I live on route nine, ain’t a far walk.”

You look at him for a long moment. The blue of his eyes matches his apron perfectly.

“What’s the catch?”

“Well,” he says, scanning the potions and bagging them with a peculiar viciousness, “you’ll have to fuck me for it.”

You raise a brow. “That’s prostitution, and it’s illegal in Alola.”

“Does it look like I give a shit about what’s legal or not?”

“Not particularly,” you begin, “but you haven’t been this overt in a long time. Not since high school.”

“What can I say?” He laughs once, humorlessly, and it sounds more like a hiss through his still-gritted teeth than anything else, “I’ve had a shit week and I’m horny. At least suck my dick or sleep on the lobby floor. I couldn’t care less if you have a bed to sleep on or not.”

It’s hard to call bluffs, with him. You learned that the hard way when he almost threw you off the cliffs overlooking the Melemele sea for deleting the creepshots he’d taken of you off his phone. That’d been a while ago, though, back when he’d had acne and you hadn’t even caught your first pokemon yet. His face has cleared up pretty well, over the years, and if he weren’t so obviously zubatshit insane he’d probably have a flock of Nurse Joys at his beck and call. You’d thought about pity fucking him once or twice when you were both in school, mostly to get him to shut up about wanting to sniff your underwear, but you weren’t sure then if you could handle the damnation of your reputation. Now that you’re over twenty and can hardly even throw a pokéball without making yourself look like an ass, the prospect looks more appealing.

“Alright, yeah.” You say, and the gasp behind you tells you that the Nurse Joy has, in fact, been listening to your conversation.

“Wait!” She says, as Matt begins bagging another group of potions. He shoots her a filthy look, and her voice is quieter when she speaks again, “we might be able to squeeze you in with another trainer, if you don’t mind sh—”

“Fuck off.” Matt says, and you almost snort at how scandalized she looks. She must be new— you can’t really tell. They all look the same.

“But,” she seems to steel her nerves, “that young lady is right— it’s illegal, I’ll have to report you—”

“I’ll eat your goddamn trachea.” Matt snarls, slamming the second bag down on the counter. His shirt looks nice, around his arms. There’s a little bit of muscle there that wasn’t as defined a few weeks ago, when you’d last run into him on route two. You wonder if he’ll laugh at how soft your stomach is, then remember the picture of you that used to hang in his school locker. There’s no way. His bite is bad, but he’s all bark with you. The nurse goes silent, walking over hesitantly a few moments later to hand you your pokémon back.

And so it’s settled.

It’s really not a far walk to Matt’s place. Fifteen minutes, tops, on a nice day. Since it’s still pouring rain when Matt clocks himself out— three hours before his shift is supposed to over, the nurse meekly calls, but another threat to her internal organs shuts her up— it takes a little longer.

“I’m surprised,” you say, looking up at him as he walks under his umbrella. He hadn’t offered for you to come under it, but you feel like that’s less of a slight against you and more of a tactic to make sure your shirt still sticks to you, if the way his eyes linger on your tits is any indication, “that you still wanna fuck me. High school was a while ago.”

“I’m always gonna want to fuck you,” he says, without a trace of tenderness in his voice. The lit cigarette between his lips wobbles as he speaks, and he uses his free hand to pull it away as he exhales. The smoke curls up under the umbrella, then vanishes into the rain. “Might knock you down a few pegs, getting a couple loads in you.”

Your brows pinch together. “You’re not cumming inside me.”

“We’ll see.” He says flippantly, flicking his cigarette butt onto the ground. After a second, he turns away from you and spits into the grass. You grimace.

“Gross.”

“Shut up. You’re about to have a lot grosser done to you.” He says, jutting his chin out to gesture to a little cottage between the trees. The statement doesn’t make you uncomfortable, but it does remind you, rather suddenly, that for as long as you’ve known Matt you’ve never actually been privy to his sexual tendencies. There were all the times he tried to shove his hand down your skirt in high school, you suppose, or the time he “returned” your stolen gym uniform a little more stiff than usual, but he’d never really touched you.

Not for lack of trying. But since you’d hit your twenties, he’d gotten a little more bitter and aggressive with you. You have a feeling that it’s due to multiple things, but you’ve never been interested enough to explore the reasons. Matt will always be Matt, no matter what goes on around him. Even in the rain, he has the energy of a walking bonfire.

His cottage is nice. Not as nice as some of the other people you’ve bunked with— that weird-ass artist on route fifteen had a coffee table worth more than your life— but it’s clean. Perhaps too clean. It reeks of disinfectant, of chemicals, of—

“Nice,” you say, touching the corkboard in the entrance with a few pictures of you tacked to it. More creepshots.

“Shut up,” he says, voice muted slightly by the intensity of the rain on his roof. “Get naked or get out.”

You pause for a moment, still staring at the pictures. One was taken when you were on a date with that trial captain— Kiawe. He’s been cut out of the picture rather viciously, if the jagged edges are anything to go by. The image is barely over a year old.

Matt grabs the collar of your wet shirt and yanks you away from the entrance as he kicks the door shut with his foot, paying not a single concern towards your indignant yelp.

“I’m fucking done playing with you.” He says, and the way his voice hisses out makes you think he’d noticed your focus on that specific image. You scramble to get away from him the moment he releases your shirt, noting with a little bit of dryness that the bed he’d offered to you was his. It’s big, comfortable looking, with dark blue sheets. You’d been an idiot to think he’d have a guest room for you.

You seem to be motionless a little too long for his liking. “What the fuck did I just say?”

“Yeah, yeah.” You snap, lifting your shirt over your head, dripping water onto the floor like you had at the Pokécenter. You make sure to toss the shirt onto the small area rug he has spread out, receiving a displeased grunt in response. Before you can turn to ask him if he’d rather you keep them on, he’s behind you, hands pressing into your sides. They’re startlingly warm, accompanied by the scent of cigarette smoke as his mouth dips down to nip at the top of your ear.

“Good girl,” he says, voice a little less aggressive, and you shoot him a sour look that he laughs at. Again, humorless. You stare at him blankly, just for a fraction of a moment, wondering when the full-bellied, manic laugh you’d kind of sort of liked in high school had disappeared. You’re snapped back to reality when one of his hands comes up and squeezes at your damp bra.

“Patience is a virtue.” You snort. He tuts.

“I’m not a virtuous person. You of all people should know.” He quips back, abandoning your breast momentarily to unclip your bra in the back. You let him, staring blankly at his wall and wondering why you’re not resisting more. This feels less like an admission of defeat at his hands and more like a pot boiling over, and for a second your breathing hitches in your throat when you realize you really don’t mind being touched by him.

It’s been a while, you remind yourself, thinking of that weird artist again and how he’d immediately rejected your advances. It’s been a while, you press, trying in vain to bury the memory of the relief you’d felt when Kiawe had dumped you. It’s been a while, you think desperately as Matt presses a kiss to the crook of your neck and although it’s not tender, it’s careful. Measured. He knows you’re having an internal crisis.

He knows you. Well.

“I hate you,” you seethe suddenly, though you remain rooted in the spot. Your bra falls to the ground.

“Yeah?” Matt says, and both of his hands go under your arms so that they can grope at your breasts, a little wet from the rain but warming up under his touch. You shudder as his chest presses against you, the canvas of his stupid fucking apron rough on your spine. The plastic of his name tag is cold. His hands feel good.

“I can’t get laid because of you,” you seethe, surprised at the way frustration makes your voice feel thick in your throat. A chuckle rumbles against your skin.

“Oh, I know.” He says. “You’ve been too stubborn. It’s your fault.”

You continue to scowl as he pulls away for a second, the rustle of fabric telling you that his apron has been discarded somewhere. His shirt comes next, and when he steps closer to you again you feel his bare skin against yours. You’re freezing.

“What, you’re mad?” He snickers into your ear, and you’d be furious if you weren’t so disgustingly relieved to hear an echo of his old laugh in his tone. Now that he’s got the upper hand, Matt is a little harder to anger. “Kiawe agreed to dump you pretty fuckin’ fast, when I asked. Not a guy worth having around, don’t ya think?”

You know he’s omitting the part where he undoubtedly threatened the captain’s life.

“Come on. Get it over with.” You say, nudging him a little with your elbow. He steps back again and this time you turn, more than ready to tell him to piss or get off the pot, but the moment you do he pushes you forward so that your legs hit the edge of his bed.

“You’re not really in a place to be talking that way to me.” He says, leering down at your tits as if he hadn’t peeked in on you enough in the locker room to see them dozens of times before. He raises a hand to pinch your nipple, lightly, and pull at it a little. You fight down a reaction as best you can.

“You had to force me to fuck you. I wouldn’t sound so smug,” you say, but your voice isn’t as harsh as it should be and his mouth curls into that absolutely treacherous grin.

“Oh, right.” He says, and it dawns on you a little too late that you’ve always underestimated his observation skills for whatever reason, “if you didn’t want to be here, you wouldn’t be. You’re not nice enough to pity fuck a guy either, no matter how nicely he asks.”

He nips at your ear again. You think about senior prom. Matt had begged you for thirty minutes to leave with him. You thought about his eager expression while you fucked your date later that night.

With your silence as his answer, Matt brings his lips from your ear to your mouth, slotting them over yours. He’s tall, stupidly tall, you hate how tall he is—

It isn’t the first time you’ve kissed him— he cornered you way too many times in high school for you to get away from his intimacy-hungry lips— but it’s the first time in a while. It feels nice. His tongue tastes like tobacco and he smells a little bit like gasoline when you’re this close but he has a lot a freckles on his face that you like. There aren’t any visible acne scars. He’s really not bad to look at in the slightest, but he keeps his eyes open when he kisses you as if trying to remind you how much of a sociopath he is.

Your skirt comes off pretty easily. He yanks your underwear down for good measure, fingers immediately ghosting over your clit as you step out of them, before he has both hands on your shoulders and shoves you down to your knees. You scowl up at him.

“Do it, or I’m tossing you out in the rain.” He says, “and keeping the clothes.”

You hold out only for a second before you’re fumbling with his belt, pulling it from the loops and popping the top button of his pants. There’s an impressive tent that you have to be careful of as you drag the zipper down, and you know without even looking at it that he’s also been blessed with a massive cock. It’s almost unfair, you think as you yank his pants down just enough to also pull his boxers away, and then his dick is there, jutting out from his body and you know you definitely won’t be able to fit it all in your mouth. He grins down at you, and you don’t bother waiting for whatever remark he’s thinking of, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the underside of his shaft and delighting a little in the way he sucks in a breath.

You spit into your dominant hand and curl it around the base of his cock, smoothing the lubrication into his skin as you open your mouth and take the tip in. He’s meticulous in the shower, it seems. The taste of him isn’t bad, and you almost groan when you flick your tongue against his slit and find a bead of precum gathered there.

“Fuck.” He mutters, one of his hands clawing into your hair, blunt nails scraping your scalp. He pulls, gently, and holds your head firmly in place as he begins to rock his hips. You don’t bother crying out in surprise, not when his cock nearly jams itself against your uvula. The way you choke around it seems to thrill him, his pupils constricting suddenly as he peers down at you. The material of his pants whispers against your chin as he begins to fuck your face.

“Look at you,” he sneers, seeming more than willing to take advantage of the fact that you’re unable to talk, “you’re not even struggling. You wanted this.”

You attempt to glare up at him. He laughs, kinda like that manic laugh that you like, the one that always got you going a little bit in school, and you can’t keep yourself from using your unoccupied hand to touch at your cunt.

“Shit,” he curses, and his pace picks up without any warning. This time, you can’t help but make a noise of shock as his cock jams itself against the back of your throat. Your eyes sting with tears as your fingers rub clumsy circles against your clit, and his grin drops immediately into something more focused, more serious. Your cunt clenches around nothing when he grabs your head with both hands, waiting for the hand around the base of his shaft to drop away before he slowly eases himself into your mouth again. This time, he goes much deeper, almost down your throat, and you gag, tears spilling from the corner of your eyes and saliva dribbling down your chin. He curses again, a little too low for you to make out over the rain, and your lips burn ever so slightly with the burden of wrapping around his shaft as he face-fucks you.

You don’t even bother to try and steady yourself; instead, you breathe raggedly out of your nose as he continues forcing himself into your throat, his hoarse groans almost nice enough for you to forget your shortage of air for a few moments. You slip a finger inside of yourself and you know he sees you do it, because his breathing becomes quick and suddenly his hands are trembling a little—

He pulls himself out of your mouth suddenly and you cough, saliva mixed with his precum dribbling out of your mouth. Your eyebrows knit together. “Wh—”

He stoops down for a second to grab you under both arms, lifting you and shoving you almost carelessly onto the bed. You cough again, watching with wide eyes as he steps out of his pants and boxers completely, cock shining with your saliva as he crawls on top of you.

“If you think,” he pants as he slides his lubricated cock against your clit just to watch you shudder, “that I’m gonna come down your throat like some idiot and not fuck your pussy, then you’re even dumber than I thought.”

Your retort is lost as he brings his hips back slightly and lines himself up with your cunt. Your reminder of “condom!” is cut off rather abruptly once he begins to sink himself into you, yanking you closer to his body while he splits you open on his cock.

He’s the biggest you’ve ever been with. It’s maddening, almost insanity-inducing, that you’re delighting in the burn of him inside of you. He’s curved a little, only slightly, and the head of his cock drags against your walls like he’s really trying to stab you. You can’t do anything but groan, back arching to press your chest into his, and you think for a moment that he’s going to kiss you again until one of his hands curls around your throat and shoves you back down against the bed.

He doesn’t say anything as he presses down. His hand is big, his fingers long, and your startled yelp is overtaken by a clap of thunder outside. His hips work against yours tirelessly, his eyes glazed over and manic with a sloppy grin to match—

Black spots flicker around the edges of your vision like a swarm of beedrill, and for a second all you can see is the white of his teeth as he grins down at you— then he removes his hand, just enough so that you can take in a ragged breath.

He’s a lot stronger than you thought he’d be, even with the slight muscle you’d spotted earlier. If it weren’t for the measured, calculating glint in his eyes, you’d almost be afraid of him accidentally choking you to death.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” He sneers as you try and drag in more oxygen. You nod dumbly as his hand squeezes your throat again, whining as his cock continues to jackknife in and out of you. “You’re so fucking tight— I bet you’ll look so good with my cum dripping out of you—”

You keen, back arching again even as his hand keeps you pinned, and once he stablizies himself enough his free hand comes upwards, pressing down on your clit none too gently as he rubs figure eights into it. Your legs wrap around his waist instinctively as he bears down on you, choking you over and over until he sees the sign of danger in your eyes, only allowing you just a moment to breathe between presses. It’s rare that he takes his gaze from your dumbstruck face, but when he does it’s to leer at your bouncing tits.

“God, I fucking love you.” He snarls, cock slamming you as his fingers become sloppy with their movements, rubbing at you just for the sake of doing it, “I’m gonna fill you up. I’m gonna make you mine.”

“Please,” you rasp, the second his hand leaves your throat to fist the sheets next to your head, “I’m so close, please—”

“Beg for it,” he grits out, obviously not far off from your current state. “Beg me to cum inside you.”

You inhale sharply, not even giving it a second thought. “Please! Please, Matt, cum inside me!”

He laughs, manic, full-bellied, the laugh that used to haunt the edges of your thoughts when you got yourself off in high school, “you have to do better than that!”

“Please!” You nearly shriek as he rubs at your clit furiously, the sound of his hips clapping against yours almost deafening, “Please, cum inside me! Make me yours! Don’t stop, don’t ever stop, I want you to fill me up—!”

Your pleas crumble into incoherency as you orgasm, clenching down on his cock like you’re trying to crush it, and he lets out his loudest groan of the night as you soak him with your release. The glide of him inside you gets smoother, marginally, the slick sound of his cock penetrating you again and again the only thing you can hear over the blood rushing in your ears. He proclaims his love for you again, and again, and again, until his voice pitches upwards and you mewl in delight, feeling him finish inside of you with a satisfied groan rumbling in his chest.

The cottage descends into silence. Only the pattering of rain, slightly lessened than before, accompanies Matt’s ragged breathing.

“Fucking hell.” He groans after a minute, slowly pulling out of you. You wince at the feeling of his cum dripping out from between your thighs, but before you can untangle them from his waist, he uses one hand to keep them open.

“Don’t.” He says simply, and the even, plain tone of his voice shocks you enough into submission. He crawls towards his nightstand, flicking on the lamp and opening the second drawer to retrieve something.

A disposable camera.

“Wait a second—” You start, beginning to wriggle away from him despite the shakiness of your limbs, “you can’t—”

“Shut up.” He says again in that weirdly conversational tone. You watch, a little numb, as he spreads your legs again, bringing the camera to his eye as he uses his thumb and forefinger to spread your cunt wide open. His cum slides out a little faster as you hear the camera click.

“Perfect,” he mutters. You gape at him.

“You’re so fucked in the head.” You whisper. He shrugs, returning the camera to its drawer and flicking the light back off.

“Whatever. Shut up.” He says, as if he can’t choose between the two. He flops back onto the bed and yanks you close, pinning you to his chest and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. The strange intimacy makes you wriggle.

“Gross,” you snap, detesting the feeling of his sweat under your palms. He gives you a firm smack on the back.

“Stop being difficult. We’ll shower tomorrow.” He says in a tone that you know doesn’t invite banter. If he chokes you again, he might be a little more vicious without the sexual edge.

“I’m not gonna be here when you wake up.” You say, doing your best to at least turn away from him. He allows it, but you aren’t able to put much more distance between you two— especially when you know your previous statement is a lie.

#reader-insert #my work #back at it again at krispy kreme #READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS #don't bitch at me if you didn't read them #thanks!#pokémon #pokemon moon #pokemon sun #reader x oc #lemon #are we tagging this stuff as lemons again?#god i'm old

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wonderwomanfantasy · 6 years ago

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Libraries and Love potions Part two

Remus x reader (eventually) Reader x OC (kinda)

warnings: nothing, the Angst doesn't start until the next chapter

word count: 1539

Summary: the Triwizard Tournament has come to Hogwarts and it seems like you are the only girl in Gryffindor who isn’t totally pumped about the Yule ball maybe it’s because you know Remus won’t ask you and you know Nick will.

Part one

you had expected Nick to gloat and boast about being the Hogwarts champion but instead, he was silent it seemed like he was working double time to prepare for the first task even though no one knew what it would be. There where whispers of all sorts of things like fighting off hoards of slugs that shot boiling water out of their mouths, or they would have to solve puzzles on a time limit, you had even heard one Hufflepuff say that in Divination he had seen the first trial unfold and that they would be fighting Dragons. But no one knew for sure. You were walking to potions with Lilly by your side. Evans was your best friend other than Remus it really threw a wrench into your whole dynamic when James got a crush on her.

Lilly was really excited to see the first task she compared it to the world cup that muggles had. She was talking about how you two should go together she'll get butterbeer and Peanuts so you can cheer on Hogwarts together. All conversation stopped as you entered the Potions room it smelled good for once and not at all like the normal dank stink that hung in the Dungeons.

It felt like you where being pulled toward Slughorn's desk the potion had pink steam rising from it. You pushed closer to the Cauldron and inhaled the sent. You could smell old books, Rain, and... something else you could quite say what. Slug horn appeared behind the desk and smiled at the small group that had crowded around the desk.

“today we will make Amortrntia...the world's strongest love potion,” the whole class murmured with excitement, not because this was a fun potion to make or anything if anything it was almost impossible to get right, but you were all looking forward to the prize one person get. A little vile of Liquid Luck the gold potion stood on his desk. You were completing the last few stirs and the lovely sent returned and this time you knew what that last sent was it was Remus. You sighed and rested your chin in the palm of your hand.

You should have known Remus was what that last smell was. You blinked and snapped out of it there was no way your potions wasn't the best. Sure Lilly and Severus were naturally gifted at potions but you had finally outdone them all, probably, well maybe, we would have to see. Professor Slughorn patrolled around the room and looked down at the potions brewing at some he nodded and others he quickly walked away from.

It was the end of the class and Slughorn flipped the tiny bottle in his hands and said, “Now there are many of you who are defiantly deserving of the prize but there is one true winner... but first is anyone willing to share what they smell?” his right eyebrow went up no one spoke up “How about you miss. Evans?” Lilly's face turned as red as her hair.

“well um- I smell Cinnamon and uh Roses and The Quidditch pitch,” she managed to stutter out. You grinned at her, As far as you knew James Potter was the only person who smelled like the Quidditch pitch constantly and it just so happened that James wore Cinnamon scented cologne. you turned to face her and blew her a kiss, She glared back

“Very good anyone else want to share?” Slughorn asked. No one did “Alright then now for the moment you've all been waiting for,” he tossed the Vile into the air and the room collectively caught it's breath. He caught the bottle and smiled “very well done Mr. Lupin,” Remus slunk to the Professors desk while the other Griffyndors cheered for him.

While you were bummed that you didn't have the best potion, you weren't all that surprised you were really much better at charms then you where at potions. James flung himself at Lilly and told her that she smelled just as good now as she did in his potion Lilly pointed out that James hadn't even finished the potion. You rolled your eyes and turned away from them and to Remus.

“what did you smell Remus?” you asked, Instantly Remus blushed. you internally smacked yourself for asking such a personal question.

“well...well there was Old books and Chocolate, and something else couldn't quite put my finger on it.” Sirius fell back and started to walk alongside you.

“we need to get those to together,” he announced, you agreed with him.

“they are so in love we just need Lilly to see that,” Remus said rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

“why don't you join us to watch the first Task?” you asked pulling on Sirius's arm.

“Yeah that sounds fun,” Sirius said “right Remus?” he added

“Shut up Sirius,” he blushed and so did you.

The first task turned out to be...Chess. Well kind of each of the three Champions where set up on three massive chess boards but only instead of chess pieces there where hoards of monsters a different one for each piece, the pawns where pixies and with the rank of the piece they where playing each player was given their wand and had to kill the king monster while they had no pieces and had to win all on their own.

It wasn't what you had expected but it was entertaining, but it seemed to you that the person most interested in the game was McGonagall she was practically foaming at the mouth she was so excited, who knew anyone could be that into chess. It was hard to focus on all of the matches at once there was so much happening.

Samelia used her massive size to crash through the obstacles. Henri was too small for that so he hid behind his wand casting spells and nick seemed to be doing alright with a mix of the two. The monsters must have been hexed or extremely well trained because they only moved in the way that they were supposed to. But it wasn't the match you were paying close attention to.

James and Lilly had been strategically squished together and you couldn't help but notice that they seemed to be having a good time Lilly laughed at his jokes and leaned into him a little more than she had to. She loved him and she knew it but her damn pride kept her from being in a happy relationship with Potter.

Although you weren't much better, you knew that you loved Remus and there had been countless times for you to ask him out but you never had and why? Because you where the most cowardly person to be put into Gryffindor. You glanced over at Remus. He was intently watching the game and this gave you time to look over at him. You could see the faint lines of a scar on his jaw.

Something ineradicable must have happened because the stadium exploded Sirius Jumped up knocking Remus over into your lap. Sirius also spilled his drink on you but you were more concentrated on Remus. He couldn't seem to get up but you weren't sure that you wanted to. You both where bright red and stuttering out apologies. Finally, he was able to sit up. The crowds were moving out of the stands only then did you see that the first task was over.

“what happened?” you asked Remus as you both stood up to leave

“didn't you see? Nick killed the king he won,” he explained then he noticed the wet spot on your shirt he pulled out a Handkerchief and handed it to you. It was a sweet gesture but it was useless, the tiny square wasn't enough to mop up the Butter Beer stain. Lilly agreed to go back up to your dorm with you for a new shirt. The only problem with that plan was the Massive crowd blocking the hallway. A few of Nick's friends had lifted him up onto there shoulders the people around him were so loud you couldn't hear yourself think.

you tried to push through towards the tower but before you could get even slightly through Nick turned his head and saw you. His lips moved but you couldn't hear whatever he was trying to say. He hopped down to the floor. The crowd parted for him. He walked towards you flashing his white teeth. He cupped your face with one hand and looked down at you. The Roar of the hall faded quickly until it was as silent as a stone.

“(Y/n) (L/n) Will you do me the honor of being my date to the yule ball?” a few girls let out squeals, you could only imagine how much they would pay to be in your shoes right now. You knew you couldn't reject him, not now.

“I'm sorry I can't,” his face fell and he let go of your face.

“Why? Do you already have a date?” Merlin bless Nick for giving you such an easy out. You glanced at the wadded up Handkerchief still in your hand.

“Yeah, sorry I'm already going with Remus Lupin,”

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lostinaseaoffictionalbliss · 6 years ago

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Oh Goody, Trolls

Summary: It's a miserable day for everyone and just when Nell thinks things can't possibly get worse they do.

Pairing: Fili X wife!OC X Kili

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1773

Nell normally liked rain storms. They soothed her as she relaxed inside with a good book and a cup of tea, or as she sat next to a fire sewing and knitting, she even enjoyed lazy sex with her husbands on those days. She just loved the way the earth smelled after a good washing, as if everything was wiped clean and the world could start anew. Today was not like that however. No, today she was soaked clear to the bone and cold even with the extra cloak Kili had given her. She wanted nothing more than for the rain to stop and the sun to come out. And she wasn't the only one in the company who was unhappy about the rain.

“Here Mr.Gandalf can't you do something about this deluge?” Dori spoke up.

Gandalf let out a heavy sigh. “It is raining master dwarf and it will continue to rain until the rain is done. If you wish to change the weather of the world you should find yourself another wizard.”

Nell let out a huff. “We'll just get right on that. Not like we're on an important quest or anything,” she muttered. The cold nasty weather had put her in a fowl mood; one she didn't see herself coming out of anytime soon. “It'll be alright amrâlimê. Well make camp soon enough and Fee and I will warm you up,” Kili promised. That did make her smile softly. “That we will. You'll be nice and toasty soon enough,” Fili added. If Nell could she would have kissed them right then. “I do like the sound of that.” Promises of cuddles with her husbands put her in a slightly better mood.

As did little Bilbo a few moments later. After Gandalf finished telling him about Radagast the brown, Bilbo asked, “And is he a great wizard or is he more like you?” Nell couldn't hold the snicker back that left her. Oh how sassy that hobbit was! She truly enjoyed having him along on the quest. He certainly made things interesting. Of course this happy mood that Fili, Kili, and Bilbo had put her in didn't get to last for long. Although now the sun was out and she was able to take off her soaked clothes and hang them near the fire, her husbands were put to watching the ponies by a very grumpy Thorin.

She let out a grumble and sat next to the fire with her arms crossed. Ori came over and joined her looking at her with a small smile. “I know you would rather be with Fili and Kili, but I thought I'd keep you company and bring you this.” He handed her a knitted quilt which she wrapped around her shoulders. “I like your company just as well. And thank you for the quilt.” She sat there talking to Ori about knitting patterns and some of the beautiful sights they had seen so far. But when Bofur asked Bilbo to take food to Fili and Kili she jumped up to join him. She'd use any excuse to see her husbands.

Of course even that went wrong. Nell decided that Mahal just had it out for her today; that had to be it. There was no other reason for the streak of bad luck today had brought. For as they joined Fili and Kili neither of them looked to her or Bilbo. “What's the matter?” Bilbo asked.

“We're supposed to be looking after the ponies.” Kili didn't even bother looking toward Bilbo.

“Only we've encountered a slight problem.” Fili added finally looking at Bilbo and Nell. She really didn't like the sound of that.

“We had 16,” said Kili

“Now there's 14,” Fili finished

“Daisy and Bungo are missing,” Kili informed them as the four began walking through the little group of ponies. Nell let out a groan. “Yep, today can not get any worse.” Of course she had no idea how wrong she was, things were about to get much worse. And she would hate herself for jinxing all of them. “Well that's not good. Ha ha.” Bilbo stated the obvious making Nell look at him as if to say, ‘Ya think?’ They then noticed the uprooted tree and Nell was beginning to wonder just how well the princes had been watching the ponies that something large enough to uproot trees had came in and stolen two of them.

“And that is not good at all. Shouldn't we tell Thorin?” Bilbo asked. Nell looked at him and shook her head. “Nope, nope. Definitely not.” He was in a bad enough mood as it was. No need to make it worse. “Uh, no. Let's not worry him,” Fili quickly agreed. “As our official burglar we thought you might like to look into it,” he added as he looked to Bilbo. Nell looked between the two quickly. “Wait, what?” She wasn't entirely sure that was a good idea.

Bilbo looked at them curiously. “Well uh. Look, something big uprooted these trees.” He pointed toward them still holding the bowls of stew for some strange reason. “That was our thinking,” Kili told him. “Something very big and possibly quite dangerous.” He moved closer to the tree and Fili. Nell stood on the other side next to Kili and looked down at him. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” She whispered to him worried about her little friend. “Of course and he needs to start proving himself if Thorin is to ever accept him,” he replied. Nell let out a sigh. “Fine, but if something happens I'm blaming you two.” Kili just gave her his most dazzling smile at that.

“Hey,” Fili whispered. Why was he whispering? Nell wondered. “There's a light,” he told them answering her thoughts. That made her heart plummet. Perhaps she had spoke too soon earlier. He waved them closer and they stayed low coming to rest behind a log as they stared toward the light. “What is it?” Bilbo asked. Even from here they could hear the grunting and laughing. “Trolls,” Kili answered before him, Fili, and Nell jumped over the log and rushed forward wanting to get a closer look. Bilbo followed moments later still carrying the bowls of stew. Nell lifted her hands up and said, “Why?” As she looked at the bowls. Bilbo looked at them and shrugged. “Didn't think we should leave food behind.”

One of the trolls walked by carrying two more of the ponies. Yep, things just got worse. “He's got Myrtle and Minty. I think they're gonna eat them. We have to do something,” Bilbo's tone was rushed, but determined. Kili looked up at him from where he was squatted. “Yes, you should,” he said. He stood up and moved behind Bilbo. “Mountain Trolls are slow and stupid, and you're small, they'll never see you.” Bilbo began arguing right away not that Nell blamed him. Even she was giving Kili a pointed look from her place next to Fili. “It's perfectly safe. We'll be right behind you.” Fili then grabbed one bowl of stew while Kili grabbed the other. “If you run into trouble, hoot twice like a barn owl and once like a brown owl.” With that they grabbed Nell and pulled her away with them.

Nell crossed her arms and stared them both down. “This isn't going to end well. I doubt he knows how to even hoot like an owl. You two are so ridiculous sometimes,” she scolded. “I'm going to get Thorin, don't worry,” Fili told her. A sigh left her and she nodded her head. “Alright I'll stay with Kee, just in case.” In case Bilbo got caught that was. Which it was a good thing they stayed behind because Bilbo did in fact get caught.

Nell and Kili went running in slashing at the trolls legs in tandem before moving back and glaring up at the three ugly creatures. “Drop him,” they both said at the same time. “You what?” The troll, William, who was holding Bilbo asked. Kili twirled his sword before gripping the hilt with both hands. “We said drop him,” his voice was full of venom. But the troll did as told, well sort of. He threw Bilbo who landed on Kili just as the rest of the company came running into the fray. They all fought bravely and were even beating the trolls, but Bilbo who had managed to get free from the trolls got caught once again and this time there was no way out.

Some of the dwarves were tied on a spit over the fire while others were put into sacks and laid uncomfortably on the ground. Nell was propped up against Thorin giving her a good view of the fire as the trolls argued on how to cook them. Bilbo called out to trolls, “Wait! You are making a terrible mistake.” He hopped up to his feet and Nell watched him with narrowed eyes wondering what he was up to. Many of the dwarves started making comments, but Bilbo ignored them. “I meant with uh with the with the seasoning,” he stuttered out.

“What about the seasoning?” asked Bert.

“Well, have you smelt them? You're gonna need something stronger than sage before you plate this lot up.” None of the dwarves liked that and were now throwing insults at Bilbo. All except Nell. She knew Bilbo wasn't betraying them, she just wasn't entirely sure what he was up to.

“What do you know about cooking dwarf?” William asked.

“Shut up. Let the flurgaburburhobbit talk,” Bert said moving closer to Bilbo.

“Th-the secret to cooking dwarf is…” Bilbo trailed off.

“Yes? Come on. Tell us the secret.”

“It's, uh...Yes, I'm telling you. The secret is….to skin them first.”

Yep, they were gonna die. Nell was sure of it. She couldn't see a way out of this. Then the trolls started arguing again and almost ate Bombur until Bilbo stopped them. “Not that one. He’s infected. He's got worms in his...tubes. In fact they all have. Infested with parasites. Really nasty business, I wouldn't risk it. I really wouldn't.” Which prompted the dwarves to start yelling until Thorin kicked them. “Mine are the biggest parasites. I've got huge parasites,” yelled Kili. And if the situation wasn't so dire Nell would have laughed. Luckily for all of them moments later Gandalf showed up. “The dawn will take you all.” He slammed his staff down on a bolder causing it to crack and let the sun shine through and hit the trolls turning them to stone.

The dwarves were saved. And Nell couldn't be happier.

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panic-angel3314 · 7 years ago

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Once, Twice, Three Times Blessed- The Shield x Reader- Part Two/?

Parings: Alpha!Roman x Alpha!Dean x Eventual Alpha!Seth x Eventual Omega!Luna(OC)

A/N: So the idea that sparked this was literally me wanting to cuddle the fuck out of each of these men and just I am greedy and fuck and just want all of them to my self lol, my wrestling babes no I would definitely share :p As always thank you to my eternal inspirations these babes are my literal driving force: @theworldiscolorful , @therealfivefeetoffuckingfury , @noscetiipsum , @monsteramongmen-tamer , @empress-with-the-crown and many more I love you all so very much <3

A/N 2: Okay so, I know I’ve been teasing this forever and I swear I haven’t given up on it. I just like to write and edit in layers because I feel like it adds more detail and idk maybe it’s still shitty writing anyway. I really hope this was worth the wait for that who asked and continued to encourage me to continue with the Series. I’d like to note that the Moon Goddess(Selene)will be played by Kate Beckinsale from the Underworld series because she’s bae and hot as hell. And then I have chosen Jason Momoa to play Erebus her first Alpha mate. Which will make sense in later chapters. I really wanted this chapter to have more smut but that’s the part I’m stuck on at the moment and I thought the ending of this part was a good place to stop.

Warnings: m/m, m/f, ABO Dynamics and all including Knotting, NSFW, 18+ Only please, Smut, Unprotected Sex (No glove no love y'all c'mon), Fluff, Maybe Angst? But not much, Cursing and I’ll add later when the grittier parts come up.

Summary: Luna has been told all her life how special she was. Her crazy prophecy spewing grandmother mother even said the Moon Goddess would bless her with not one but three true mates. What happens when she finds those mates but they’re already in a pack together? Will they let her in? Will she join the pack? And what interest does a certain Bayou pack lurking around the shadows take on her? Will love prevail or will evil intention of another pack come to fruition? Find out in this story about love, prophecies and the rising of one pack above another….

Word Count: 9k+, Sorry guys I don’t know what a short chapter is :P

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

All tags are welcome, I’ll be posting soon so I can get an official taglist and I am truly sorry if I missed anyone.

Whimpering and answering growls had caused the Lunatic to wake up from his restful slumber. Thing was, the growls were not his own, in fact, it was the very familiar growls of his mate’s Seth. Peering up from sleep riddled eyes, Dean caught sight of his Little Omega and Alpha mate in quite the compromising position, which had his own Little Lunatic that was standing to attention, throbbing in his sweatpants with unbridled want. Dean watched in awe as his pup mate, Seth, held tight to their Little Omega by her curvy hips, his nose buried deep in her scent glands, as they both unconsciously rutted up against one another, creating a mixture of scents that had Dean’s mouthwatering.

...SWEET MATES...SMELL LIKE HOME... WANT...PROTECT MATES...LOVE MATES...

Dean’s inner wolf was howling with delight as the human side was so entranced by the scene before him. So hypnotized, that he didn’t even notice himself still tangled together with Luna until her pulsing heat brushed against his sensitive member that was still very much awake.

...MMMM WET, SO WET...SWEET LITTLE KITTEN...WANT MATE...CLAIM...OURS...

Dean continued to observe his mates as his Little Kitten subconsciously began to ground tantalizing circles with her ass against Seth’s not so ‘little architect’. Every backstroke was met with an equally torturous front stroke causing her hot wet heat to create a delicious friction on his own thigh, still very much entwined with hers, driving the Lunatic and his wolf insane.

.... LAVENDER AND RAIN...PINEWOODS AND WARM APPLE PIE...SOOTHE MATES...

.... CLAIM MATES...THEY NEED YOUR KNOT...

...Will you calm the fuck down not everyone wants ‘The Lunatic Special’ this early in the morning...

.... SWEET MATES...NEED ALPHA...CARE FOR MATES...

.... Jesus alright but our mates have other needs besides sex, just give me a fucking minute...

Scrubbing his hands through his messy curls and down beard splattered cheeks, again Dean was hit with the intense smell of his mates’ arousal, but that wasn’t all... was that bacon he smelt?

Only food could bring the Lunatic out of such a hot intense bubble of arousal his mates had created, leading to his next question.

Dean surveyed their suite, careful not to jostle his blissfully unaware mates, finding his Alpha nowhere in sight. Instead of panicking, Dean gently nudged Roman through their bond link so that he didn’t scare the beejeezus out of his Alpha this early in the morning. Dean felt the answering warmth Ro sent his way saying he’d be in the room in just a minute, with breakfast in tow.

“Try to wake up Babygirl and Baby boy. They need to eat before we have a serious talk about everything.”

Dean looked down at his mates and then his own hard-on, inwardly groaning before answering his Alpha,

“I’ll try Ro, but you should see them right now, fuck I just want to join them.”

“Join them?” Roman questioned, only this time out loud as he walked through the suite door coming upon the very arousing sight of all three of his mates in his bed, two of them very preoccupied with one another while other watched on in adoration. Notes of lavender, pinewood, and just hint of leather created an odd but pleasurable scent that was home for Roman and his wolf, causing him to stirring in want of his mates.

... MATES... CLAIM... HOME... PACK... OURS...

The pleased rumble that made its way from deep within his chest had Dean frozen in his spot, while Luna and Seth ceased their actions, soon joining the waking world.

Dean, completely ignoring his wanting cock, placed a quick but loving kiss to his Kitten’s flushed cheek, and gently untangled himself from her. Hopping up, he grabbed the breakfast tray from Roman, planting an equally chaste kiss to his Alpha’s plush lips. Roman, on the other hand, was still dazed by the sight before him. Though his two youngest mates were now awake, neither one of them seemed to want to move from their spot.

Luna’s wolf whimpered at the thought of separating from Seth... WANT MATE... SMELLS LIKE HOME... WANT TO BE CLAIMED...

... Down girl, first, you need to talk about stuff before you just hump someone in their sleep...

...NOT JUST SOMEONE... MATE! OUR MATE!.....

.... You need to calm down girl. I can’t think when you’re all riled up...

“M’ sorry Princess. Didn’t mean to come on so strong. But being near you just really has my wolf excited, me too if it wasn’t obvious.” Seth spoke through his growly morning voice. Luna blushed furiously at his little innuendo, too embarrassed to move and Seth too needy to let his omega go just yet kept the mates in place.

Sniffing the air, Roman could instantly tell each mate was on the cusp of a full-blown heat/rut wave, the sweet and heady smell had the animal inside chomping at the bit to be set free. As much as he’d love to sate each one of his mates’ needs in every way, the human part of his brain won out. Quickly the Big Dog strode towards the ensuite bathroom to grab some temporary suppressants for his two mates.

...WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!.... CLAIM MATES! THEY NEED ALPHA......THEY NEED TO BE SATED... DOMINATED... KNOTTED...

.... That’s not how this works Big Dog... we are more than just our animal and you need to calm down and let me take the reins, I don’t want to scare our Babygirl...

...FINE BUT I WON’T BE PATIENT MUCH LONGER... ALPHA WANTS TO CLAIM HIS OMEGA...

Roman made a promise to himself that they would talk about the soulmate/mate ship bond before anything would proceed further. While the animals within them all knew just who they belonged too and what they wanted, the human side needed to make the conscious decision for itself. Roman never wanted any of his mates to be a slave to the animal side, himself included, and he’d be damned before he’d force anyone to bond with him unwillingly. However, in the very deepest recesses of Roman’s mind, he feared that once her heat wore off, Luna would want nothing to do with the Shield boys.

Shaking off his negative thoughts, Roman walked back into the room presenting both Luna and Seth their perspective medication.

Already each of them was sat up and while Seth was cuddled into Dean side eating the breakfast that was being fed to him; Luna was on the other side of the bed cuddled back into Roman’s jacket with a very shy and embarrassed look on her face.

.... BEAUTIFUL MATE ...SCARED... GO TO MATE... SCENT HER... MAKE HER FEEL LIKE PACK...

It broke Roman’s heart to see her like that, so unsure of her place. That being said, carefully he gave Seth his meds quickly kissing his over-eager pup mate, receiving a happy rumble from him. Roman then walked toward his Babygirl, gently placing her on his lap ignoring her weak protests and scenting her until his wolf was satisfied she smelt like safe and home.

“Easy Ro, she’s still really embarrassed about nearly humping Seth and me to completion in her sleep.” Dean quickly told his Alpha through their bond link.

All Dean received was an answering wink before Ro gently placed his hand underneath Luna’s chin, causing her to shiver in pleasure at the way his touch was cooling the heat within her body. His scent alone had her insides melting.

... RICH CHOCOLATE AND EARTHY...

“Here Babygirl, take this, it’ll help sate the heat for a bit. I really want to talk to you about everything before we go any further.”

... OUR ALPHA... CARES FOR US... SUBMIT TO ALPHA...

The only answer he received, though, was a timid nod and a soft thank you as she washed down the pill with the orange juice that was given to her.

“Babygirl, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. I think we can all agree that heat and ruts can make us do some really weird things, especially when our mates are also cycling with us.”

“Yeah Kitten you should’ve seen The Big Dog and me last month, I’m pretty sure the tech guy who walked in on us was scarred for life. Plus, you’ll never hear me complain about being woken up to such a beautiful sight like this morning.” Dean chuckled gruffly, trying to ease his Kitten’s wariness. It made his heart skip a beat when he caught the little giggle slipping from her supple lips, lips he couldn’t wait to taste, bite, lick and explore.

... SWEET LITTLE KITTEN... HAPPY KITTEN... WANT MY LITTLE KITTEN...

Seth could smell the change in Dean’s chemosignals, the lust and arousal pouring out of his mate had Seth dropping the bacon in hands and with more force than intended, smashing his lips to Dean’s in a desperate kiss that was literally all tongue and teeth.

...MUSK, LEATHER, AND WHISKEY ...

NEED... LUST... WANT MY LUNATIC...

Luna watched the scene unfold and couldn’t help squirming in her Alpha’s hold, burying her face into his scent glands, and whimpering with the new wave of arousal permitting the air. Though the overwhelming need of knot was placated, the overall want was still at the forefront of both Luna and Seth’s mind.

...MATES NEED THIER ALPHA...SATE OUR SWEET MATES... MATE THEM... LOVE THEM...

... Easy Big Dog, talk first, mate later...

... WON’T BE PATIENT FOR MUCH LONGER... WANT OUR MATES...

Releasing a very powerful rumble, Roman caught the attention of all three mates. Unfortunately, the three pairs of lust glazed eyes staring back did not help the situation in his nether regions. Lucky for them, Roman took his job as Pack Alpha very seriously and while he wanted nothing more than to dominate and claim all three of his mates, sating all their needs. Ro knew better than to succumb to his primal desires. Particularly with something so important on the line: the matter being whether or not Luna will fully accept the mateship of all three Alphas.

“Baby boy you need to calm down over there. We can’t be getting everyone excited. We still have some very important things to discuss.” He reprimanded while stroking his little omega’s hair, attempting to calm her a bit. The Alpha tone Roman used, though, did not help the continual wetness seeping into Luna’s black lace panties causing her to squirm uncomfortably.

Turing his attention back to the little omega in his arms, Roman gently removed her head from its place in the crook of his neck so that they were now eye to eye.

“Listen Babygirl, I know this is a lot to take in. Primarily having three Alpha mates to consider. But, we can all say with certainty we want you as our omega. And we’d be honored to help you through your heat cycle if you so choose to accept our courtship.”

The moment the words left Roman’s mouth each mate waited with bated breath. Luna, on the other hand, bore into the Alpha’s soft grey eyes finding nothing but sincerity and truth in them. She thought she’d be more nervous about this moment but in a way, she had been groomed by her grandmother for this for most of her life. And already each Shield member had cemented their special place in her heart, thus making the decision a no-brainer.

Even though her career had become her main focus as of late, all she ever dreamt about was finding her three mates that were promised to her. It wasn’t their fault over the years she had begun to lose hope.

...YES!!... WE WANT MATES... ALL MATES... FOUND HOME... FOUND OUR ALPHAS...

After quickly weighing all her options Luna finally spoke up, “I’ve been waiting for you, all of you for so many moons I was beginning to think I’d never find Y'all, but now that I finally have…. I- I don’t think there is a chance in hell I could let any of you slip away. Last night … just felt right, being surrounded by all of you, I-I finally felt like I belonged. Like I found my…. home.”

Home, something each of the Shield men had been searching for, for most of their lives not knowing it wasn’t just anyone place or even person for that matter. But now that they’ve found their little moon, they can honestly say they’ve found their true home.

...OMEGA ACCEPTS...LOVE...PROTECT...

CLAIM...

Both Seth and Dean’s wolves were over the moon with excitement. Scrambling from their spots on the bed, after carefully setting breakfast aside, Seth and Dean both pounced on their Alpha and Omega. Kisses were placed all over each of the couple’s faces, spilling little ‘thank yous’ between each one. The hearty laughs and harmonious giggles had each Shield mates’ heart soaring in a happiness none of them could comprehend.

Had they done it? Had they finally found their missing piece? And would they be able to cement that piece before an unknown entity could strip it away from them, possibly forever?

All these questions lie in the deepest of places in each Alpha’s mind, especially with the Wyatt threat lurking. But now was not the time for that, now was a time for celebration and consummation of the bond between all members of the Shield pack.

“Alright, Alright, easy you two. We only have a small window before Seth and Babygirl go into full-blown heat again and I’d like for us all to eat a little something before the ‘festivities’ begin.”

Oh Roman, ever the caring Alpha, funny enough it was Luna’s stomach growling that answered the Alpha’s statement.

Looking towards his Babygirl, Roman couldn’t stop the dazzling smile that adorned his face, never before had he felt so full of love and happiness. Who knew this whole time all they were missing was her, their little moon goddess?

“I think it’s time we got you something to eat. Sound good Babygirl? I made you your favorite.” Luna looked to her Alpha, curious as to what he had cooked and how he knew what her favorite was. Gliding his thumb across her soft cheek as he held her sweet face in his hands, Roman answered her unasked question, “A little birdie told me of your weakness for waffles and crispy bacon.”

Squealing in delight, Luna thanked her Alpha with a kiss on his cheek and then proceeded to make grabby hands towards her Lunatic, indicating she wanted the breakfast he had set on the bedside table.

Chuckling at her childlike actions, Dean quickly grabbed the set-aside breakfast. But, before he presented it to her, Roman carefully adjusted both himself and Luna. Resting his back against the headboard in the middle of the giant bed, Roman moved Luna so that she was sitting in between his outstretched legs, her back resting comfortably against his strong broad chest. Luna began wiggling in delight at the warmth and comfort her Alpha provided as well as the prospect of waffles and bacon, her absolute favorite. Enamored by all the little interactions between his two mates and the cute little mannerisms of his Kitten, Dean began to sport his own dimply smile across his rugged face.

After setting the breakfast tray in the middle of his mates, Dean sat by Roman’s left side while Seth flanked his right.

Ro watched as all three mates happily dug into the breakfast he had provided. The Alpha in him swelling with pride at providing for the pack. Happy purrs could be heard between bites as each mate ate more than their fair share.

Luna, noticing their Alpha not partaking in the food provided, leaned back against his tattooed shoulder, presenting him with a very hearty slice of bacon.

Roman would have been quick to refuse if it wasn’t for those bright grey-blue puppy dog eyes staring back at him, causing his heart to ache in need to please his Omega. So, playfully Roman leaned towards his Omega’s outstretched hand, his own hands still firmly placed on her curvy hips as his thumbs were rubbing calming circles on each love handle. He ate from her hand growling every now and then when she’d pull the food away from his open mouth. Shrieking and laughing as he’d jokingly snap at her fingers, licking them like a dog when she’d get close enough, then leaving little kisses anywhere he could reach.

Finally, he had finished the piece of bacon and she was on to feeding him parts of her waffles. Shaking his head though Roman refused the offered food, “Nuh-uh Babygirl, I want you to eat first then I will.” Even now Roman couldn’t quell his Alpha instincts of feeding his Omega first until she was full and satisfied, then he would partake in breakfast.

Luna wasn’t having it though, so she moved to slightly dirtier tactics. Nuzzling her face into Roman’s scent glands, Luna murmured against the sensitive skin, “Please Alpha, want you to eat too.” She pouted against his skin.

Groaning, Roman’s eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head from the feeling of her soft warm lips dancing across the crook of his neck. Right before he was about to protest once more, Luna began purring hoping to entice her Alpha further.

Roman couldn’t believe how this tiny Omega already had him so wrapped around her finger, reducing him to putty in her hands. He could just see the future mischief this would bring but it only endeared her more to his heart.

Seth and Dean both exchanged knowing looks as they watched the pair in their bout of wills. Turns out their little moon could be just as stubborn as the rest of them.

“Ok, ok. You win this time Babygirl but only because I want you to finish eating before your heat kicks back up.”

Nodding quite happily, Luna turned her body sideways so she could watch as her Alpha got his fill. Every now and then Roman would hold up a bit of waffle for her, to which she gladly ate. This went on until all the plates were clean and each Shield mate was well fed, happy, and full.

After each mate was well and done, Dean stood up to remove the left-over kitchenware, causing Luna to look up from her spot in Roman’s comfortable hold. Looking up into her Lunatic’s electric blue eyes, Luna whimpered low in her throat, asking without speaking just where he thought he was going.

SWEET KITTEN...LICKS AND CUDDLES...

“Easy Kitten just clearing off the bed. I’ll be right back.” Leaning over Dean reached for his Kitten’s chin, placing a loving kiss on her pouty pink lips. It was the first kiss they would share that wasn’t a chaste kiss on the cheek or temple. The kiss was a prelude to the loving relationships she would now create with each Shield member. Dean let out his own pleased rumble as he backed away and saw his Kitten turn to literal mush, giggling and blushing like mad.

...SUCH A SHY BEAUTIFUL KITTEN...MINE...

“Don’t be shy Kitten, there is a lot more where that came from.” And with a wink, he was off to quickly put away the trash and dishes.

Luna couldn’t help but burrow herself back into Roman’s embrace, nuzzling herself into the warm crook of his neck. A spot that would soon become her favorite place to be, feeling utterly at peace snuggled into her Alpha.

Reaching from his spot next to Roman, a jealous Seth spoke up,

“Hey, what about me, Princess? Don’t I get a kiss too.” Playfully pouting towards his little moon, big brown puppy eyes and all. Luna was convinced her mates’ sole purpose in life was to reduce her to nothing more than a blushing mess. Seth’s warm whiskey eyes and the love shining through them was enough to cause her heart to beat right out of her chest. Gone was the take no shit Omega, gone was the strong and brave Warrior Selene, here and now was Luna the sweet, caring, and playful little Omega surrounded by the strength and protectiveness of her pack. Something she didn’t take lightly. All the walls she had built came down to pieces in seconds while surrounded by her mates. Realizing this, each Shield mates’ heart grew that much more for the sweet Omega in their arms.

Looking up to her pup mate Luna shook her head yes still too shy to use her words at the moment.

AWW SWEET LITTLE PRINCESS ...KISS HER!...

If she wasn’t a pile of mush already Seth’s answering smirk would’ve surely done her in. Leaning in the pair shared a slow sensual kiss, lips dancing in a sensual but natural rhythm. The kiss had both primal and human sides reveling in the intimacy. As Roman watched the exchange between his sweet mates, he couldn’t help but want to join in.

...SUCH BEAUTIFUL MATES ...WANT TO CLAIM...

As they broke the kiss Roman decided to voice the inner rambling spurred on by his wolf,

“What about Alpha, Baby boy?”

Seth groaned low in his throat at, not only the sight of Luna’s blissful state but also the want and dominance of Roman’s voice. Without a second thought, Seth leaned over Luna, who was still very much sandwiched between the two Alphas, to share a very needy and intense kiss. Grabbing Seth by the scruff of his neck, Ro let him know just who was running the show. The charge in their scent and the heat in her belly, made Luna begin to squirm once more. Not wanting to be left out, Luna began to nip at the exposed skin of Seth’s neck, honing in on his scents glands, the very same scent glands that would one day bear her mark. Seth began to growl at the sensation overload, never wanting it to end, it was the sweetest of tortures. Luna, on the other hand, was surrounded by scents of warm apple pie and freshly baked brownies. The scents of her mates nearly sent her into a frenzy and the warmth created between their bodies only added to her euphoria.

Walking back in Dean was greeted to the erotic sight of all his mates entangled together, causing him to groan at the intense arousal permeating the air, “Please tell me you aren’t starting without me” He rasped before diving into the bed, smack dab in the middle of all three mates breaking apart the hottest of kisses yet.

“Not even, Lunatic, your kiss is what started this. You got Baby boy all fired up. I also think we’re in for a long morning.” Roman stated ruefully, earning a few quiet giggles from the omega in his lap. Giggles that vibrated against the sensitive skin of his neck, where her new home had become.

The Lunatic couldn’t take it anymore, he had been dying to hold his little moon since the moment he woke up and now seemed as good a time as any. Eagerly Dean reached over scooping the little omega out of his Alpha’s lap to plop her down into his. Earning a shocked but soft yelp from Luna. What happened next though shocked all four mates.

...MY MATE ...CHALLENGE ...PROTECT OMEGA...

Spilling from Roman’s mouth was a snarled growl that could’ve brought any opposing Alpha to their knees, his eyes flashing a crimson red. Frozen in his spot was Dean not wanting to anger his Alpha but still very much confused as to why it happened.

...UPSET MATE ...CALM ALPHA...

Speaking up was Luna, but weirdly enough her eyes began to take on a bright white hue as her voice came out as a low enchanting rasp, “Alpha? Are you okay?” As she reached out to touch him, broken was the trance that befell Roman and gone was the charged kinetic energy in the air. Returned was the Ro they all knew and loved.

Blinking away his own red eyes and clearing his throat, Roman looked to his three startled mates ashamed.

...SCARED MATES ...SO SORRY....

“Yeah, Babygirl. Dean.” He nearly sobbed saying his name, “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. Uh-hem. Watch our two mates while I go grab something from the kitchen. Ok?” Luna whined as she could feel the hurt in her mate’s heart and not wanting him to deal with it alone, she reached out towards him much like a toddler would a parent. Seeing her reaction had his stomach in knots. He didn’t want to leave her but he did need a minute to figure out what the hell just happened. Never before had his wolf, or himself for that matter, acted like that towards his mates least of all Dean. Dean was his first love, first true mate he’d claimed. Roman trusted Dean above anyone else and it truly hurt his heart to see the look of fear on his face, on all their faces.

“It’s ok Babygirl. Alpha just needs a minute. I’ll be right back I promise.” Sealing his promise with a chaste kiss on her cheek, the Alpha was gone to sort out his swirling thoughts.

Watching Roman leave the room caused both herself and her wolf to whine and whimper.

...SAD MATE... GO TO ALPHA... LOVE HIM...

Dean paused and looked down at his little Kitten, where she sat in his lap, her gaze still very much on the threshold their Alpha had left through. Had he just heard the thoughts of her wolf?

None of the bond links created between the pack had ever formed until after they had been bitten, marked, or claimed as a true mate. But something was different about his little Kitten and he knew it from the moment they met, she was something special.

Turning her in his arms and carefully laying her down between himself and Seth, he took her delicate little face in his war-torn hands.

“It’s ok Kitten, Alpha just needs a minute. He’ll be right back I promise.”

Dean sealed his promise with a sweet lingering kiss, trying to melt away all the sadness and worries his little mate had. Her wolf could smell the scent of leather and whiskey pouring out of her Lunatic and it had her momentarily purring in delight from the comfort it provided.

...MMM... LEATHER AND WHISKEY... SWEET MATE ...

Again, though the thoughts were not only heard but felt by the Lunatic and it nearly had him stuttering in the kiss.

Reaching out too to soothe his little mate was Seth, running his big warm calloused hands up and down the length of her curvy body trying to relax her as she laid in their Lunatic’s embrace.

...ALPHA IS STILL SAD ...FIX IT... GO TO MATE!...

Dean paused their kiss to look deep into his Kitten’s eyes. Staring back at him were eyes filled with lust and want but in his heart, Dean knew Luna wanted him to check on their Alpha.

...GO CHECK ON ALPHA ...WE NEED TO COMFORT ALPHA...

Kissing his little Kitten one last time Dean was up and off the bed leaving a confused looking Omega in his wake, Seth too rut brained to notice.

“Dean, wait come back?” Came her soft voice as she reached out to him. Turning back to embrace his little mate, Dean extended his hand to gently stroke her face, soothing any worry that might still be lingering.

“What is it, Kitten?”

“Where are you going?”

“To check on Alpha, Babydoll.”

Her eyes lit up hearing his response causing him to flash her a dimply grin.

“It’s okay Kitten. I’ll be right back. Take care of Sethie while I’m gone. But don’t start the main event without us ok?”

Luna blushed at his innuendo, giggling at her silly Lunatic.

... AWW SWEET MATE ... SHY LITTLE KITTEN...

“Dean!” She whined, hiding her face in her pillow.

“Aw, I’m sorry Babydoll. But there is nothing to be ashamed of. Come on.” He coaxed her face out of the pillow, caressing her cheek as he spoke, “Give your Lunatic a kiss to remember you by.” This man, she thought, cheeky as ever.

...SILLY MATE... KISS HIM...LOVE MATE...

Leaning up towards her Lunatic, Luna positioned herself within a breaths distance of his lips, waiting for him to close the gap. But just as Dean went in for the kill, Luna pulled away teasingly, giggling at his reaction. Playfully Dean growled at his Kitten before going in for a second attempt only to be teased further. But as Luna was too busy giggling at her Lunatic, he made his move. Slotting their lips together Dean didn’t pause in his assault, gently encasing her beautiful face in both his hands while his tongue wasted no time in invading her mouth.

... MMM... KITTEN TASTES SO SWEET... SMELLS LIKE HOME...WANT MORE...

Dean’s chest rumbled while little moans and whimpers were poured into the kiss. Dean didn’t let up until he had his fill causing his little Omega to become breathless. Finally, though, Dean let up looking up to see Seth so entranced by the display of love and want between his mates.

Winking towards his mate. “Watch her while I go get Ro but don’t think I don’t see you over there Baby boy. You know the rules, no starting without Alpha.” He commented noticing Seth’s naughty hands wondering the expanse of their precious mate.

Seth let out a whine in response burying his nose in Luna’s hair, causing her to turn in his hold to see what had caused her mate’s distress. Turning around she left sweet little kisses on Seth’s face every once in a while, stopping to nip at his pouty lower lip.

Watching Luna soothe their pup mate caused all kinds of feelings to be built up inside Dean. He knew this was a moment all the mates should be present in, bonding with one another to create a strong link, that apparently Dean already shared with his little moon. Without wasting any more time, he was off in search of a very handsome, very brooding Alpha.

Sniffing the air, Dean could smell the overwhelming regret and sadness on his Alpha mate. Roman’s overall earthy and fresh baked brownies scent was dulled to nothing more than lawn clippings and cheap chocolate, all rich notes dissipated with his mood. This heightened Dean’s awareness and began to make his wolf, even more, stir crazy.

... SAD MATE... FIX IT... LOVE MATE...NOW...

Dean walked up to his otherwise occupied mate, wrapping his strong arms around Roman’s thick but cut waste. Resting his head on Roman’s shoulder blades, Dean began to purr in an effort to melt away the sadness surrounding his Alpha, rubbing his hands up and down his chest as he went. After a minute, Roman caught Dean’s hands, kissing each set of knuckles lovingly, then gripping his hands firmly entwined with his and placing them right atop his heart.

.... MMMM CHOCOLATE ...MATE STILL SAD...

Moving his head so that his mouth grazed the shell of Roman’s ear, Dean finally spoke up in that deep gravelly tone his mate loved so much,

“Ro, you can’t beat yourself up about this. I’m fine, Seth is fine, Luna is fine.”

He punctuated each name with enthusiastic nips to Roman’s ear alternating between the shell and lobe.

“I know it’s... it’s just that’s never happened before. I mean you’re my first mate for goddess’s sake!” Roman released Dean’s hands and throwing his own up in the air in frustration.

Forcefully turning his big Samoan in the hold, he still kept him in, Dean reached up towards his mate’s crestfallen face and gently encased it in his calloused hands, imploring his mate to hear reason, “It’s different, Superman, she’s different. I know you can feel it, she’s special and it scares the crap out of you, hell it scares me too. But I know damn well she’s ours for a reason. The moon goddess doesn’t make mistakes, you know that better than anyone.”

Holding tight to Dean’s wrists on either side of his face Roman finally meets his mate’s gaze, seeing nothing more than adoration and love in it.

...LOVE ...LOYALTY... TRUST...SWEET MATE...

“Roman Reigns, I love you, and I will always love you, ya hear me. I know our road wasn’t easy. But I’m here and I will always be here. By your side, forever until the moon goddess calls me home.” Dean tells his mate with a conviction that burnt hotter than a thousand suns. Seeing this, Roman did something in that moment, something he had ever rarely done in their relationship and that was submitting to his younger Alpha mate. Baring his neck, his most vulnerable spot, Roman whined low in his throat asking his mate for forgiveness.

...SUBMIT TO MATE ...ASK FORGIVENESS ...

Dean was shocked but rather than hesitate, he acted on pure instinct. Nipping at Roman’s mate mark Dean had given him way back when he licked and sucked until he could feel the tension leaving his Alpha’s body and smell his scent return to the delicious mouthwatering scents of earth and freshly baked brownies. Roman quickly became mush in his mates hold and finally, he let himself be forgiven.

“There is nothing to forgive ok?” Dean gave one last kiss to his mate mark. “Now, get your ass in gear because there are two very needy mates in there who are waiting for their Alpha. And there is also a sweet little Omega in there who really wants to see her Alpha. She’s worried about you Ro.”

Roman was shocked, he was convinced he made an ass of himself and totally broke what little progress he had made with his Little Omega.

“Really? Even after that bullshit display of Alpha Brain?”

Dean just shrugged his shoulders but didn’t lose the look of intensity in his blue eyes as he said,

“I don’t know how to explain it, Ro. But it seems like she knows what we’re feeling even before we do. I don’t if it’s an Omega thing but I can tell she’s really affected by our emotions. She’s the one who sent me in here, little minx wouldn’t take no for an answer. All I’m saying is she’s going to be the death of us, Uce.” The Lunatic laughed ruefully thinking about all the future mischief his little mate’s influence will have on the trio of Alphas.

“I hear you, Mate. I really do I just need a minute longer. Go ahead and check on our little mates and I’ll be right there.”

Dean gave a look of uncertainty towards his Alpha but Roman didn’t let him feel that way for long. Grabbing Dean by the scruff of his neck Roman pulled him in an embrace so full of love and passion, it caused the Lunatic to become dizzy.

“Alright sheesh Ro. Any more heat and I would’ve been burned alive.” He chuckled looking at the face of his loving Alpha, just basking in his presence and thanking the Moon Goddess every day for blessing him with such caring mates.

“Sorry, Dean. I just, I Fucking love you and I don’t want you to worry about me. I’m the pack Alpha for Christ sakes.”

“So, what if you’re ‘Pack Alpha’, I worry about you just the same because it’s my job and I Fucking love you too.”

Dean roughly placed a kiss on his Alpha’s mouth, cheekily slipping in his tongue to join the party. Roman rumbled as the kiss created a warm tingling feeling, starting from the tips of his toes, traveling all throughout his body and settling a warmth within his core.

...HAPPY MATE...SATISFIED ...HAPPY ALPHA...

Dean’s wolf was finally satisfied enough to give him the few minutes he requested. So, with one last searing kiss, Dean left Ro to his own devices.

“Don’t take too long Alpha. You’ve got a very eager pup mate in rut, in bed with our heat-induced Omega.”

Roman’s answering rumble was enough for Dean to know Ro wouldn’t be too far behind him.

Taking a minute to slow down his breathing, Roman tried to calm all the swirling emotions that were running rapidly through his mind. Roman knew his little moon was special but he was terrified, terrified he wasn’t strong enough to care for someone so special. He was the pack alpha and his mates were his number one priority. That priority being to provide for the pack and make them happy. It’s what he lived for. Unfortunately, Roman felt a foreboding, especially with Wyatt’s lurking. The darkness that encompassed them was palpable and he’d be damned if he’d let them get near his Luna.

Then there was Luna. Finally, after searching for her for years, he’s finally found their pack Omega. Luna was literally a goddess come to earth and he couldn’t believe that Selene, the Moon Goddess, blessed him with such a special mate. What if he wasn’t enough? What if he wasn’t Alpha enough to care for three mates, her in particular? What if the heat wore off and she realized he and his mates were not what she wanted?

SHE IS OUR MATE ...OF COURSE, SHE WANTS US...

...Listen, big guy, there is more than just instinct. The moon goddess blessed all her children with free will, regardless of true mate status...

...THIS IS NOT THE CASE ...SHE WANTS US... I FEEL IT... YOU FEEL IT ...CLAIM MATE... BOND TO MATE ...PROTECT MATE...

...Not yet Big Dog. I will when we go into rut. But for now, I just want to focus on her and Seth. They need us right now...

...THEN GO TO MATES... WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR...?

...Goddess please give me the strength to be the best Alpha I can. All I want to do is do right by the mates you have blessed me with. Please watch over my pack and protect them with your love and light...

“Tell me again why she is so important.”

Selene began to become exasperated with her love and his nonexistent memory span. But the minute he wrapped her up in his strong arms, solid chest to her delicate back, she became putty to his will, especially with him mouthing at her mate mark.

“Because my love, there is a darkness that grows threatening the lives of our children, her especially. I blessed her with my own essence so that she can be the beacon of light in a world I can no longer walk. She is also blessed with three Alpha mates of her own to protect her, just like you all protect me.”

Tensing in his stance her mate asked the question he feared most.

“This darkness, My Moon, is it the same darkness that once threatened your life? The same darkness I fought off, swearing to never see its return.”

Turning in her lover's arms the Moon Goddess placed a gentle hand on his rugged cheek looking deep into his rich hazel eyes.

“I’m afraid so my Love and now we live in a time so easily influenced by those that would look to harm them. But she is different. She will lead them, my little warrior, my sweet little moon.”

Looking towards the lake water where the image of the Alpha in question played.

“And him? You say he will protect her like I have protected you?” Smiling ruefully at her worried mate she answered,

“He will my Love, he is just scared. He wants her to willingly choose him. He respects my law of free will and I cannot fault him for that.”

Erebus snarled at that answer, looking toward his son of the moon,

“You might not, but I can. He leaves her vulnerable! She still has not come into her powers and can be easily manipulated by those who lie in the shadows.”

Settling her apprehensive mate with a kiss Selene spoke once again.

“Have faith my Love, everything will reveal itself in due time.”

She spoke as her hand ran through the water clearing the image of Roman praying for her guidance. Roman just needed to follow his heart and trust his little moon and all will reveal itself soon enough.

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