#(to be clear this is perfectly allowed for my project I promise)

[bookwyrminspiration]

hey. if anyone's willing to lend a hand for my final project. could you make up some random nonsense words in chat pretty please?

[annestie]

Outcasted - Chapter 1

Summary: At sixteen, Neteyam has completed his iknimaya and is considered an adult. He's a warrior, finally allowed on the battlefield. The war is going well. Perfectly on the path for them to win once again, something Neteyam is excited to be there for. Until, he's outcasted by his own father.

Neteyam's forced pick up what is left of his life and leave. Never allowed to step foot into his home again, he goes to first place he thinks of. Awa'atlu. Hopeful that his past there will make settling and adjusting easier.

Pairing: Ao'nung x Neteyam

Word Count So Far: 2114

Notes: Hello! I've had this one in my drafts for a while and I finally figured I would post it. I always do my best to explain within the fic but this is an AU where the Sully's never left the forest and Quaritch hasn't been recommed. I just want this clear because it won't make sense within the fic if either of those have happened. It's kind of hard to mention something not happening. Anyways, enjoy!

Neteyam desperately holds onto his ikran’s reigns. He feels foolish for wanting to cry. This was for the best; he tries to reason with himself. But was it really? Does that matter now? It still stung to think about, so he doesn’t, instead focusing on the flight and the things his ikran is feeling. He’s sixteen and considered an adult, he shouldn’t be crying.

He lands on the beaches of Awa’atlu hours later. Neteyam had been here only twice before. He was with Jake, some training thing for when he became the Olo’eyktan. For when he would have become the Olo’eyktan, Neteyam reminds himself, not anymore. He held no future now, no clan even.

Stepping off his ikran, the warm sand feels the same as before. It was probably past midday now by the light still left in the sky. A crowd quickly forms around Neteyam, probably from the sound of the conch he heard earlier. The same had happened when he first visited.

Through the crowd the Olo’eyktan and Tsahìk step towards him. Despite it having been four years, they look the same. That could not be said about Neteyam though his resemblance to his mother is uncanny and he can tell they recognize him on that fact.

“Eldest son of Toruk Makto,” the Tsahìk speaks, her voice still the same. By the mention of his Jake's name, there’s murmurs around the crowd. “What are you doing here?” she asks pointedly at him. It’s unspoken but she’s asking why he’s here alone. Neteyam had never come alone. Even with his parents, he had only come twice before.

Neteyam signs the traditional greeting before he begins explaining. “I seek uturu,” he tells as he had rehearsed on the flight. He tries to show the desperation in his voice. Regardless of all the lessons his parents gave him to never show weakness, that’s all he feels right now. The Tsahìk’s and Olo’eyktan’s eyes widen

“Why do you need uturu from us? Would it not be better to stay with your family?” the Olo’eyktan questions him. That would be true if Neteyam were running from the humans, but he wasn’t running from them.

“I can’t go back,” Neteyam stresses. “I’ve been outcasted from my clan.” That still hurt to say even it is true. There’s the murmurs in the crowd again, how could he, Toruk Makto’s son, be outcasted. He thought the same thing too when it happened.

“Your body is not fit for the ocean,” the Tsahìk tells him but he can tell there’s sympathy in her eyes. “Your arms are thin, and your tail is skinny,” the Tsahìk names off. She could go on longer but mercifully stops at those.

“Please, I have nowhere else to go. I will learn your ways,” Neteyam promises and pleads. The next place he could think of going was at least a day’s trip away and, even then, he had worse chances with them. “I just want somewhere to stay, please.”

The Tsahìk’s gaze softens as she looks at him. Her face almost stoic besides her eyes.  She turns to the Olo’eyktan for his final judgement.

“You may stay but so that you do not suffer the shame of being useless, my son and daughter will help you learn the way of water.” The Olo’eyktan points to a boy about his height and a girl that’s Neteyam’s height. The boy’s name comes to Neteyam’s mind almost immediately. Ao’nung. They had met on Neteyam’s last visit and, surprisingly, became friends, fast.

Ao’nung looks different now. They used to be same height, Ao’nung definitely has half a head over him now. Tattoos also decorate his arms; they travel up to his face where they cover half of it.  If Neteyam remembers right, it means Ao’nung has completed his rite of passage. Which doesn’t surprise Neteyam much, it’s been four years. He wishes they could have seen each other under better circumstances.

“Thank you,” Neteyam says gratefully to both the Olo’eyktan and Tsahìk.

The Olo’eyktan’s mouth lifts slightly before looking at his children. He quickly whispers something to them and then walks away. The girl, Tsireya, Neteyam finally remembers her name, and Ao’nung come towards him.

“We will help you with your stuff to your marui,” Tsireya tells him with a smile. Neteyam had never actually met her before though Ao’nung had told him some things, years ago. She should be around Lo’ak’s age.

Neteyam quickly grabs his one bag from his ikran’s back. He slings it over his shoulder before taking off his ikran’s saddle, allowing her to travel into the forest of Awa’atlu. “I’ll see you soon,” he tells her before she leaves. He wouldn’t need her here, at least not while he adjusted to this new life. Ao’nung carries the saddle for him.

“Is that all?” Tsireya asks with surprise.

“This was all I could take before I had to leave,” Neteyam explains. It was barely anything. A few of his handmade necklaces, some loincloths, his bow, and dried meat he managed to grab before leaving. Besides those and the things he’s wearing, he has nothing from before.

“Oh, I see,” Tsireya says with pity in her voice. Neteyam isn’t fond of it. He hates feeling like he’s useless, but he is. He has no skills that matter in Awa’atlu.

Neteyam follows Tsireya across the bouncy paths that connected the maruis, those would take some time to get used to. Ao’nung walks beside him. Neteyam doesn’t mind it.

“Neteyam?” Ao’nung suddenly says. Neteyam turns to him confused. “Sorry, I remember your last visit,” he tells. It’s weird how mature Ao’nung’s acting, nothing like his twelve-year-old self.

“I remember you as well, Ao’nung,” Neteyam says with the best smile he can muster. He does want to smile but at the same time he wants to sit down and rest. Maybe let the tears fall from his eyes.

Once they arrive at Neteyam’s new marui, it’s empty besides a place to cook in the middle. It’s quiet and he can’t help the feeling of loneliness that creeps within him. If Tuk were here now, she would already be planning on how to decorate before choosing her sleeping corner and then somehow convincing Neteyam to sleep beside her.

Neteyam wonders how she’s doing now. It’s only been a day. She was crying when he left, refusing to let him go and trying to convince Jake to allow him to stay. But the choice had been made up and he couldn’t stay, no matter who pleaded.

“I hope this is alright, I imagine this is quite different to where you lived before,” Tsireya says, bringing Neteyam from his thoughts.

“Oh, this is fine,” Neteyam assures her. The marui itself is fine, he couldn’t care less about where he lived but he did worry for his siblings. The war is still raging and the fact that he’s been outcasted means he can’t help anymore, not even step foot in his old clan.

He wonders if Spider and Lo’ak are up to no good right now. They probably are, he tells himself. Would Jake be harder on them now that Neteyam wasn’t there to take the blame? He hopes not, even if that’s unlikely.

Neteyam drops his bag to ground and takes the saddle from Ao’nung from which it also ends up on the ground. “Thank you for your help,” he tells them both.

Tsireya smiles at him once again. “It’s no problem. I hope you settle in quickly.” Neteyam hopes so as well. She leaves the marui soon after, stating she had tsakarem duties to attend to.

Ao’nung stays behind for a little, lingering by the entrance. Neteyam watches him with confusion. “Is there anything else I need to attend to?” Neteyam asks as he steps towards Ao’nung.

Ao’nung shakes him head in response. “No, I just wanted to ask if it would be alright if I delivered you dinner tonight?” he asks.

The question catches Neteyam off guard. “Oh,” Neteyam blurts out. He doesn’t want to seem rude, but does he really seem that useless that he couldn’t hunt for himself? That thought truly cuts him deep, he really had no skills for the ocean.

“I’m sorry if I’m intruding, you’ve spent the day traveling and I figured… You know what? Forget it-”

“That would be appreciated,” Neteyam cuts him off. Ao’nung’s explanation relieves Neteyam a little. “I’m quite tired from my journey,” he admits. At least, Neteyam’s still on Ao’nung’s good side. 

“No problem. I’ll come around the eclipse.” Ao’nung turns away at this point.

“Ao’nung,” Neteyam calls out his name before he can start walking. The other turns his head to him. “It’s good seeing you again.”

“You too.”

Neteyam closes the curtains to the entrance of the marui just as Ao’nung leaves. The sun seeming too bright and the people too nosy. He could see every person that walked by sending him a look.

Taking in a deep breath of salty air, Neteyam leans against the wall before sliding down. He brings his knees close to his chest and wraps his arms around them. Then a tear falls from his eye and that spurs another and another. Before he knows it, he’s crying onto his knees.

He doesn’t make a sound. Neteyam can’t let anymore weakness show through.

Eventually, his tears soon dry. Neteyam remembers Jake’s words that crying was pointless and that action is better. That memory used to bring him courage, lift him when his spirits were down, now it’s only bitter to think about.

Neteyam lifts his head to look at the slightly darkened marui. The only light coming from the ceiling and small window. The place feels more like a house than a home. Dark and empty. His eyes drift towards his bag and the saddle tossed to the side.

All that he owns is now within this marui.

Neteyam does unpack. He finds a box in a corner of the marui that he uses to store his jewelry and clothing. At the bottom of the box, he puts him cumberband. It means nothing here anyways and would only slow him in the water. The sooner he could acclimate to this clan, the better.

He hangs his ikran’s saddle on the wall, not wanting it to stay on the ground even if he wouldn’t be using it much. Neteyam does the same for his bow and arrows though that’s more for easy access to them if he wants to hunt.

There’s just enough wood in the fire pit to start a new fire but Neteyam’s sure he would need to gather more in the morning.

Before long, there’s a knock that the entrance. Neteyam pulls open the curtain to reveal Ao’nung standing there with two plates in his hands.

“I hope you don’t mind if I eat with you.”

Neteyam doesn’t. It would be nice to think about something else for a change. For the past few hours, all he could think about was his siblings. He could use a distraction.

They sit to eat in silence. However, Neteyam doesn’t mind it, it’s nice to simply just be in another’s company after everything.

Neteyam looks over his plate. The plate has a slice of fish, some seaweed thing that’s slimy, and clams. He immediately smiles upon seeing the clams. “I remember eating these when I visited,” Neteyam comments.

“They don’t serve them often and I know you liked them before, so I grabbed some extra,” Ao’nung tells him.

Neteyam lets out a small laugh, the first time he’s laughed since he left. “You remembered.”

“It’s hard to forget you.”

They don’t speak much more than that. Neteyam likes it, he couldn’t imagine trying to keep up with an entire conversation. Ao’nung’s presence seems like enough. They could catch up another time.

Once they’re done, Neteyam walks Ao’nung to the entrance. Neteyam smiles as he hands Ao’nung the plate. Ao’nung takes it, his eyes lingering on Neteyam’s arms. Neteyam looks down to see the cuts and scrapes he had gotten when he left, he had almost forgotten about them, they seemed so insignificant compared to everything else.

He was in such a rush, he simply flew through the trees, not thinking. He got pretty scratched up by the branches. Most of the cuts had healed through the day, but definitely looked worse than they actually were and wouldn’t be very nice in the sea water.

Ao’nung swallows, looking away from Neteyam’s arms. “Dinner is always held when the eclipse starts, and I’ll show you where tomorrow. I’ll come in the morning, early, to get you for your lessons. Have a good night.”

“You as well.”

Next Chapter >

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[analiavs]

I’m not the Step Brood father, I’m the Brood father that stepped up

Harper X Quinn Ft. Tentacles

words: 2100

Harper gets the chance to meet with Mayor Quinn, and he notices something very interesting. But whose really in control here?

CW: Dr. Harper, drugging, kidnapping, tentacles, impregnation, tentacle "birth", Dr. Harper, and dubcon

AO3 link for those that prefer:

He was finally getting the chance to meet with the mayor face to face. He was so excited, he’d packed all 15 of his new proposals. Even if Bailey had said the only thing he was allowed to talk about was the upgrades to the fog machine, he wasn’t going to waste this opportunity. 

But as he read off his report he got the impression that the mayor wasn’t really listening. He watched him closely as he kept talking. Despite the fact that he was making eye contact, his body language made it seem like he was hiding something.

“Mayor, are you all right?”

“Huh of course?” Subconsciously, Quinn shielded his body with his arms. It was quite clear now that he was hiding something. He’d never really been able to take a good look at the mayor before, but staring at him now he took stock of him. He had to wonder, why the belly hiding clothes and was that slime he smelled? He listened carefully and he heard that telltale rumble. He smiled.

He reached in his pocket and found his just in case syringe. With muscle memory he flicked the cap off and quickly jabbed it into the mayor’s neck.

Though startled, the mayor slumped immediately. It had almost been too easy. He searched the desk for keys and pocketed them. That  and carried him out of his office. The security guards came up looking shocked, with a wave of his watch he pacified them. 

“No need to worry, just a minor medical emergency. I’ll handle things. When I snap my fingers you’ll go back to standing guard.” With a snap, the man obeyed.

Without delay he carried the mayor to his van. Thankfully no one spotted him as he secured his cargo. He slammed the door shut and rushed over to the driver's seat. None of his calculations had accounted for this, but fate was fickle. 

The whispers were thrumming with excitement. If his new hypotheses were correct, then he could fast track his auspicious plan. His dick twitched with excitement,

“Soon… soon.” He muttered to himself. Even now he could hardly believe his luck. He tapped on his steering wheel impatiently. He got stuck at a light. He didn’t have to worry, the drugs would last at least an hour. The whispers spoke of promise and restoration. Maybe he should have tied up the mayor just in case, though he didn’t think he’d been strong enough to fight back regardless. 

He drove up to the mayor’s mansion and reversed into the driveway. Once he parked, he grabbed the mayor’s keys and unlocked the front door. He propped open the door before rushing back to the van. Just in case, he tied up the mayor before lifting him and grabbing his to go kit. He closed the van door with his foot. Before setting the mayor and his bag inside and shutting the door and locking it. Now he could focus. 

He lifted the mayor and grabbed his kit. Naturally the mansion looked perfectly ready to host. On his own he wouldn’t be able to find what he was looking for, he let the whispers lead him to what he wanted. 

They led him to a door that looked like it was a closet. He tried the door and unsurprisingly it was locked. He went through all the keys on the key ring, but none of them worked. He looked the mayor over and found a key hanging around his neck. He almost felt tempted to wrap his hands around that smaller neck, but he managed to focus. 

He unlocked the door and smiled. The room was well-lit and temperature controlled. He took in the tanks filling the room. As expected, they were filled with tentacle spawn. Which could only mean one thing, he looked back at the mayor who was starting to rouse. 

“Wha? What happened, where am I?” He muttered, still not completely cognizant. 

“Everything is quite alright Mayor, I merely wanted to satisfy a curiosity of mine.” He went over and ripped open the shadbelly coat and dress shirt. His belly was ever so slightly swollen. Unusual for parasitic pregnancy, unless of course one was an experienced brood mother. He felt his lips pull into a smile. He pulled down the mayors pants and underwear eagerly. 

“Wonderful. Are you ready to pop?” He rubbed his hands gently over the mayor’s stomach. Of course, the mayor realizing the position he was in started kicking and flailing. He merely used an arm to pin him down. 

“Now now, stress can harm your brood. I merely wish to see a demonstration.” He placed a gentle kiss on his lips. Which caused the mayor to still against him. He decided to try and make the mayor more comfortable with the situation.

“You’re of scientific interest to me, Quinn. Spread your legs for me, I would like to watch.”

“What you freak, leave me alone!” He heard the spawn rustling in their pens. Ready to defend their broodmare. The whispers egged him on, he communed with the tentacle spawn. When the tentacle reached out to him, Quinn smiled. Clearly thinking his spawn were going to attack him. Instead they accepted him, wrapping around his arms. 

He chuckled, they were all so blind. He would be the one, the one who would bring the town to perfection. What was science if not magic. Below him, Quinn trembled and tried to escape his grasp. Well if he wouldn’t oblige him, he wondered if he could get the brood to crawl out themselves. He called them to him, and suddenly Quinn stilled against him. The larger of his spawn came and grabbed his legs and separated them. While other tentacles held down his arms. He laughed in awe of his own power. 

“Stop laughing at me you bastard.” Quinn squeaked. 

“I’m still the mayor. I can make sure you end up back in that straightjacket.” Now he frowned. He wouldn’t be threatened or let his plan be disrupted.

“Mutually assured destruction mayor? What would the townspeople say if they were to find out about your hobby. No… they wouldn’t understand. Only I understand you. You hear them don’t you, the whispers?” Quinn froze. The two of them stared into each other's eyes. 

“...I see. Then both of us are bound to this town. I’ll let you watch in exchange for your discretion. Afterwards, we’ll never speak of this again.” Upon saying that he looked away from him. He refused to waste this opportunity and moved to kneel between Quinn’s legs. The tentacles that were holding him down loosened. Instead moving to gently rub against his nipples and skin. 

With minimal effort Quinn pushed out the first of his brood. It displayed a remarkable level of activity. It crawled straight into his hands, wriggling energetically. 

“Impressive.” He complimented. Quinn squirmed as he delivered the next spawn. It was a little bigger than the last. His eyes latched onto the slime dripping out of his hole. Even filled to the brim with brood he still let the tentacles use him. He felt his dick hardening at the sight. He would be the next to seed him. This perfect vessel. 

After all, there would be time to observe a natural impregnation later. Especially watching the next three spawn come out. That was more than he’d known anyone to carry. He gently placid them down into a tank before turning to Quinn dropping his pants.

Once he dropped his boxers Quinn stared in awe. His latest modification had merged his humanity with the tentacles. It swayed like a pendulum eager to fill that pink hole. He bit his lip trying to control himself. He had yet to find someone to test his dick on, he hadn’t had any subjects he was sure could carry his spawn. But this prodigious little breeder would be able to carry them. 

“May I?” He’d barely been able to get the words out before Quinn was pouncing on him. His dick moved independently, searching for Quinn’s hole. He held him up, ready to fuck him standing up. He didn’t even have to force it, Quinn slipped his dick in effortlessly, the remaining slime keeping things loose. He’d fill him with so much cum there’d be no doubt the spawn was his. 

He started bouncing Quinn up and down. The mayor had no problem taking him and even pushed down against him. He felt something prod against his own ass, but before he could move tentacles wrapped around his legs and lifted them into the air. The two of them were suspended in the air by the tentacles, with Quinn ending up on top riding him. He was surprised to see the smirk on the mayor’s face. 

“Why just watch when you can experience?” He punctuated his question by grinding down on his dick. A rather large tentacle found its way to his own hole. It dripped slime around him. Before he could try to resist, Quinn stuck out his tongue. He flicked it up and down, as a tentacle circled around his head. Then opened his mouth into a perfect oh and allowed it in, sucking expertly. While his hands found their own tentacles to stroke. Seeing this he realized he may have bitten off more than he could chew. 

With his legs spread by the tentacles, there was nothing to resist the one poking around his backdoor. It slowly pressed its way in, when he gasped one shot into his mouth. He was being stimulated from all angles. It felt like his mind was short circuiting. Even with his hands quite literally full, Quinn bounced and ground on his dick like an expert. 

He tried to keep up with the tentacle in his mouth, its secretions aphrodisiac effect going straight to both heads. As a result he thrust up into Quinn and fucked himself in the tentacle as a result. The whispers cooed and cheered him on. He found himself succumbing to the pleasure. His hands finding their way to Quinn’s nipples. As he teased them, tentacles copied him and did the same to him. He moaned in pleasure, the tentacle in his mouth trembled happily filling his mouth with cum. 

He felt his spawn start pushing into Quinn, who milked them out expertly. Had fate itself brought him to this moment. He moaned and another tentacle took the opportunity to fill his mouth. This was turning out to be quite the enlightening experience. He felt something get pushed into his asshole and realized that Quinn had meant for him to join him in brood motherhood. 

His muffled protests only seemed to egg the tentacles on. He looked at Quinn whose eyes looked smug despite the fact he had two tentacles squirming down his throat. He snapped his hips a little harder, bouncing the mayor with just his own core strength. He had the urge to fuck the cockiness out of him. But even with his eyes rolled back and cum all over his body from the tentacles he’d pleased with his hands he still seemed to be in control. 

As they pleased tentacles, they slowly retreated back into their enclosures. He was certain his jaw would need a few days to recover and had even started trying to stroke off the tentacles like Quinn. When the tentacle that had been in his ass finally pulled out the wetness dripping down his thighs told him he’d likely been impregnated himself. The thought was enough to bring him to completion and he slammed his hips into Quinn, grinding into him as he came, fertilizing his own spawn.

Finally, Quinn threw his head back. He felt him tighten around him as he orgasmed, spraying semen all over their abs. In the afterglow, the tentacles holding them up slowly lowered them to the ground before retreating into their enclosures, likely to rest. Quinn recovered first, standing and looking down on him. 

“Well, I hope you’ve learned a couple things. Feel free to visit me again in a couple weeks, or lease the spawn into the town. Either way I know you’ll be back. See yourself out, will you.” Quinn smirked before walking out of the room. His gate didn’t reflect the marathon sex they’d just had. In contrast, he could already feel the lactic acid accumulating in his muscles. 

He pushed himself up. Another spurt of tentacle cum came pouring out of him. For once he didn’t relish the whispers' praise. He dressed slowly before staggering over to his van. But Quinn was right, he’d need a follow up appointment to see how well his spawn took. 

[synthy-sizer]

The interior of the rocket is instantly disconcerting. The entire thing is turned sideways. You can see several rows of seats extending downwards. The backs of the seats are against a wall, which houses a hefty-looking DOOR. There are rungs built into the wall that would allow you to climb down safely. Above you is an array of CRT MONITORS covering most of the wall.

Look around>

The lights are warm and dim, something much more comforting than the concerning red that bathes most of the Apollo facilities. The interior is made of glossy, smooth plastic and even has carpeted floors. You're surprised by the level of comfort it prioritizes. There also appears to be a communications TERMINAL next to the ladder.

Go to door>

You climb down the ladder and walk on the "wall", then lean down and examine the door. It has a large WHEEL on it.

Turn wheel>

You crank the wheel and pull. The door swings open. Looks like it was designed to keep the air inside in case of a breach. That's a smart safety feature. You look down at the room below. It's all empty racks and shelves, abandoned straps and hooks, and slots on the floor. It looks like it was designed to keep luggage and supplies secure. You close the door behind you and turn the handle back. There doesn't seem like any reason to keep it open.

Look at monitors>

You climb back up and look at the monitors. You recall that you never saw any windows on the rocket when you looked at it from the outside. Maybe the monitors are what let you see the outside?

Look at terminal>

The only familiar thing on the terminal is the INSTANT MESSENGER. There's also a program called STARTUP. You could probably use Heresy's advice now.

Talk to Heresy>

[HERESY is ONLINE]

Luna1: Hi Heresy.

Heresy: I see you made it to the rocket.

Luna1: Yeah, I did.

Luna1: But I don't know how to launch it.

Luna1: There's no obvious launch button.

Heresy: Those rockets were surprisingly autonomous and automated.

Heresy: They used a computer to run it.

Heresy: I should be able to help you launch.

Luna1: This seems kinda dangerous…

Heresy: You'll be ok, Sofia.

Heresy: Nothing can happen to you.

Heresy: I promise.

Luna1: Ok….

Luna1: So what do I do?

Heresy: Make sure the doors are closed and buckle yourself in.

Heresy: The terminal should have a few options for starting up the monitors and putting it in launch mode.

Heresy: Once you set those things up I can start it from my side.

You minimize the messenger. It sounds like Heresy was talking about the STARTUP program.

Use startup>

You double-click the application and it opens. The screen lights up with a flashy UI which features a short list of BUTTONS. They read monitors, safety check, and launch mode.

Use buttons>

You click every button in turn. The monitors start to whine and turn on soon after, displaying a clear view of the sky from the rocket's position on the launchpad. The cameras must be on the nose of the ship. When you click the safety check, a diagnostic program starts running and a loading bar appears. You barely even see it before it disappears, though. Seems like it's perfectly functional despite everything. Finally, you click launch mode. The program changes to a message.

"PLEASE TAKE YOUR SEAT AND BUCKLE UP FOR YOUR SAFETY. CLOSE MAIN HATCH BEFORE LAUNCH."

Ah, right, the HATCH. It would be a bad idea to leave it open during launch.

Close hatch>

You swing the hatch shut and turn the wheel on your side. Everything should be set up now. You need to let Heresy know.

Talk to Heresy>

Luna1: I think everything is set up now.

Heresy: Good.

Heresy: I saw that you set it to launch mode.

Luna1: Yeah.

Luna1: So I guess this is it then?

Heresy: Yeah. Buckle yourself in and I'll trigger the launch remotely.

Heresy: The course is already projected.

Something is bothering you. You pause a bit before sending your next message.

Luna1: Do I really have to go?

Heresy: What do you mean?

Luna1: I'm not sure if I'm ready to leave yet.

Luna1: I'm going to miss everyone a lot.

Heresy: You don't have to leave right now.

Heresy: You can stay as long as you like.

Heresy: But the thing is, your fate was already decided.

Heresy: At some point you'll decide to come anyway.

You think about her words for a while.

Luna1: How do you know?

Heresy: Because God told me, Sofia.

Heresy: I reached out to Luna for a reason.

Heresy: And I knew when you found me that you were who I was sent to find.

Heresy: We're both part of something bigger than us.

Heresy: That's why I need you.

You leave her waiting for a while again, trying to sort out your own conflicting emotions. But eventually you decide.

Luna1: Ok, I'm going to buckle up now.

You get into the seat nearest to the terminal and strap yourself in. The chair has excessive padding and buckles, and the headrest feels like more than just comfort. You look up at the grid of monitors. Something new has started to form on them. There's an overlap charting out the course to Earth from Luna. And then a countdown. As the countdown the rocket starts to rumble, more and more, and you can see the camera views start to show smoke drifting up. As soon as it begins the camera view cuts out, showing only the grid and leaving you in the dark to wait in anticipation. And then, liftoff.

You're pressed back into the seat as the rocket launches. Everything it shaking violently. You can faintly hear ripping and tearing metal and the booms of scattered vehicles and equipment flying from the thrust of the launch. The entire facility is probably demolished. But you can't afford to focus on that now. More and more pressure is piled onto you, and then you black out.

…

….

…..

You wake up suddenly, gasping desperately for air and trembling. You look around. Things are floating in the cabin. The cameras are back on, and you can see Earth in view, surrounded by the inky void and twinkling stars. As you slowly approach the planet, you notice what looks like a dense glittering silver ring around it. You're left to this view for quite a while. A timer in the corner of the grid says it'll be a number of hours before you make it. Eventually, you pass out.

…

….

…..

You awake at the jolt of the rocket. You're right inside the dense ring now. Now that you're closer, you can see what it's made of; metal scraps and debris. The rocket rumbles and shakes again. You must be bumping into the space debris. How many satellites and facilities were launched into orbit to create a ring this dense? You wonder for a moment, and the rocket shakes again. The lights flicker this time. You're getting nervous. Suddenly, you feel the thrusters again, and the pressure builds. It looks like you're coming in for an entry. The rocket slowly descends into the atmosphere, and as flames appear to build against the nose of the rocket the cameras cut out again. The ship rumbles and shakes more and more, and the pressure against you builds. A warning message appears and the lights flash red.

"WARNING: CRASH LANDING"

You close your eyes and feel the impact of the rocket slamming into the ground.

And then nothing.

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[galacticforces]

[ touch ]   -   for my muse to be able to feel everything your muse can feel. ~ galacticforces, Dr. Kenneth (the EMH)

@my-timing-is-digital

All preliminary experiments and computer simulations had been extremely promising; their combined expertise, shared interests and confidence in one another functioned as the firm substratum of their expansive groundwork into AI program transfers. Doctor Kenneth and Data both possessed one specific quality the other had no access to. In the hologram's case this quality was the ability to generate and feel emotions, something Data had always wished to experience, whereas the Doctor himself desired to roam around freely, without the restrictions of a holodeck or mobile emitter. And after many months of labour and minute research, they had finally devised a program that would grant their wishes and allow for a smooth transition from a digital environment to the corporeal construction of a positronic brain and vice versa.

Diligently, the android supplied the control panel with a final set of algorithms and command codes prior to lowering himself in a vacant chair. He carefully inserted a cable that extended from one of the exposed ports in the side of his head to the console adjacent to him and waited for the connection. Several lights in his cranial unit increased in luminosity: an indication he had successfully connected himself to console and their program and initiated the corresponding subroutines he had specifically devised for this occasion.

'I am almost ready to initiate the transfer sequence,' he informed the Doctor, his chartreuse eyes on the holographic projection standing 3.8 metres away from him; the android's head twitched as he issued several commands to further facilitate the transfer. 'In order to provide you with an optimal experience, I will remain in my own body while your systems adjust to my positronic matrix and neural network. If you would like, I could guide you through processes relative to motor functions, and once you are no longer experiencing any discomfort or lack of control, I will let you operate my body without additional assistance and we could prepare for my transfer,' the android suggested, glancing down at the terminal on his right. 'Our back-ups have successfully been completed; we can now commence the transfer on your mark...'

It was exciting--almost unbelievably so. He acknowledged that there were many benefits to being a hologram, and the Doctor wouldn't wish to alter or trade his form permanently. But as an experiment? And a one-time experience? He couldn't help the way he nearly vibrated with anticipatory glee. After all, how many humans would give anything to be telepathic for a day? To have a physical form, if only for a limited time?

Kenneth waited with all the patience he was able, and when Data made it clear that he was almost ready, he took a step closer, clasping his hands to prevent them from moving restlessly. "That all sounds perfectly agreeable," he said, and meant wonderful. "I'm ready now. Ah, I mean. Mark." He nodded firmly, emphasizing his readiness, then, with the curious sensation of a large portion of his programing being transferred, his projected form disappeared. It would be able to re-engage when Data's personality was transferred into it to fill the gaps he had left behind.

It took several seconds for him to reorient to the new environment. Data's positronic matrix was very different from the ship's computer, which had been running his program thus far. But then, without fully realizing that the transfer had completed, he spoke, and he was both startled and invigorated to not only know his Data's mouth was moving with the words, but to feel it.

"Oh! Oh, well that's rather intuitive. And... a somewhat indescribable experience already. How do you- how do you move your fingers?" And then it occurred to him. He should be delighted. And yet, the feeling wasn't there. He was curious, and eager, and enthusiastic, but he wasn't happy. Odd, but he would get his emotional reaction when this was all over. "I'd like to thank you again, for your willingness and for your hard work to make this possible."

[cat-fairchild]

Dear possums,

Thank you so much for your lovely letter. You answered my question far more thoroughly and thoughtfully than I could have hoped for, especially for such a prompt reply. Thus, I will return the favor as promised—or try to, at any rate. Here I am, take what words you will. (With apologies, the words are under the cut, as there are more of them than I was planning on. Oops.)

I was fourteen years old when my family moved into the house with the tree in the backyard. I’ve tried to find out many times, but I’m still not sure what kind of tree it was. It was a conifer of some sort, perhaps eighty feet in height, with fairly long needles and smooth grey bark dotted with bubbles full of clear, pine-scented pitch that irrevocably adhered both itself and all ambient dirt to anything it touched. Its most notable feature, though, was an abundance of long, relatively straight branches that projected out from the trunk almost perfectly parallel to the ground, beginning more or less at ground level and continuing, barely thinning out at all in either density or diameter, nearly all the way to the top. In short, it was a near-perfect tree for a clumsy but enthusiastic young human—especially one who loved heights—to climb, so, naturally, climb it I did.

The first time I got the chance to climb that tree, it was as perfect as I’d imagined it would be. The branches were almost ladderlike in their shape and spacing, allowing me to climb higher than I’d ever gotten under my own power before. I could feel the wind blowing through the network of needles, feel the tree bend and sway in response, the scent of pitch adding an astringent brightness to the flowing air. And from then on, I was hooked.

Over the next four years, I spent every spare minute in that tree, learning the best routes through the few tricky spots as I kept venturing higher and higher. When a windstorm broke one of the major branches at around the halfway mark, my mom told me not to climb higher than that anymore. I didn’t listen, of course. I just confined my higher excursions to times when I knew she wasn’t home. She didn’t know what I’d found up there, and she wouldn’t have understood if she had.

Near the very top, where the trunk narrowed out to be nearly as thin as the branches and the branches to be thin enough that no one of them could have taken my weight unassisted, I would carefully distribute my weight among at least four branches, making full use of all my limbs, and feel the branches bend and shift in different directions with every gust of wind as the whole tree swayed side to side. I don’t know if I was afraid, exactly, looking out over the neighborhood far below, knowing that a single careless movement or stroke of bad luck would send me plummeting to my death. If I was—and I think on some level, I must have been—I didn’t recognize it as fear, per se. I just knew I had never felt more alive, or more right, than I did in those moments in my treetop perch when the distinctions between wind and wood and almost-woman melted away, merging into one seamless unit that rocked and swayed in the same endless dance that drives the cycling of air and water through our little biosphere, the orbits of planets and the rotations of galaxies, until there was nothing left of the life that had seemed so all-consuming on the ground, or the tiny, fragile body that had carried it there. My thoughts in those moments weren’t usually words, but I knew—in the way I knew everything and nothing—that I was home.

Even at the time, I knew it was a bad idea to climb the tree in one of the Pacific Northwest’s rare summer storms. But it was two weeks before I planned to leave for college, and my family had plans to move while I was away, and with my longstanding love of wild weather… pun intended, a perfect storm of factors led to me climbing all the way up to the top of the tree.

I don’t have words to describe the rapture of dissolving into the raw power all around me, or for the breathless, brilliant terror of the branches swaying and creaking far more than they ever had, far above the rain-soaked ground below. I don’t really know how to describe the rest, either. The moment I heard and felt one of the branches beneath me break, and the brief, desperate scramble to adjust my grip on the swaying, slippery bark, were as untranslatable as the rest. There was an odd sort of clarity to it, perhaps. A calm, detached comment from some part of my mind that seemed almost an observer: I couldn’t catch myself. I was going to fall. I was going to die.

It was almost funny, waking up in the muddy grass and the soaked, shredded, bloody remnants of my climbing clothes, without a scratch on me. At least, I thought it was funny at the time. Brains do that, I guess, when there’s nothing else to do but laugh. It’s a nice gift psychology’s given us. Not as glorious as the gift I was given by way of a tree and a summer storm, perhaps, but nice all the same.

I hope this is satisfactory, and that you all have a lovely day, night, evening, or morning, as may be applicable. Cheers!

- Cat

It started innocently enough, Archivist, we promise. Though we now understand we nosed around things not meant for us.

It started with a few strange cloud formations after we had snuffed around the bins of a library, like wisps of smoke twisting and curling in the breeze. We thought nothing of it until the sky began to whisper. At first, the whispers were faint, like a distant radio signal barely breaking through the static. But they grew louder, more insistent, and soon we couldn't ignore them any longer.

The words were nothing we could understand at the time, a quiet cacophony of noise and syllables, yet as the days went on and we sought refuge in any place we could, to try and distance ourselves from the noise, the words began to form ideas and pictures in our heads we couldn't comprehend.

We huddled together one night, trembling, terrified, and distraught, thinking it our last one alive before we were consumed by the noise. We felt as though the air were as heavy as a human pressing down upon us– suffocating us. Beneath our very bodies what we thought of the world, of our simple reality, crumbled and came undone. In its stead with those strands of what once was, our eyes were opened to what always has been.

We do not know how long we will be allowed to live, if what granted us this hideous knowledge has that power.

Thank you for listening, Archivist... We are so scared to be in this sprawling world we have been forced to know. We can still hear its whispers, though it chooses to still use a tongue we do not understand.

How fascinating… I believe you are an example of a fairly rare manifestation of my Patron; so many fear being known, but fewer realize the true horror of knowing what you weren’t meant to… Books are dangerous, you know. Sometimes even when you can’t read.

I’m sorry, for what it’s worth; this is a cruel burden to put on such small, fuzzy shoulders. I don’t believe you will die, though. It would be uncharacteristic of the Watcher. Though there is, also, a chance that the Madness is involved, or will swoop in later, if you cannot withstand what you now know… my advice to you is to follow the path of least resistance. You cannot shield yourselves from this, but you can make yourselves useful to it. You know too much, and you could learn more; did you know, quite a lot of people worry that the bright eyes of little things like you really can understand what they witness, really can judge, maybe even tattle… you are no longer as you were, but you’re resilient creatures. I’m sure you can adapt.

[milkytheholy1]

Trapped Part 2

A/N: Hey everyone, as promised this is part 2 to Trapped. It's a little lengthy and OOC but I'm still trying, I'm looking to do a Shadow fic next so be warned. Hope you enjoy!

Check out Part 1. Ultimate masterlist

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You had yet to meet someone who could entice you as much as Sonic the Hedgehog. But since that day, the two of you were like glue, constantly hanging out with each other, smiling, laughing and rolling with jokes. Even though Tails had claimed the best friend spot years before you had ever met, you couldn't help but feel like you were closer to Sonic, in your own unique way.

"Knock Knock, you're handsome prince in blue is here!" you heard his charming voice call out to you. Reminiscing had nearly made you late, yet again, "Cominggg~" you mused. You quickly checked yourself in the mirror, pushing down any rebellious hairs that caught your attention. 

Swinging open the door, you were welcomed by his warmth. He was leaning casually against one of the beams of your front porch, a cocky smile on his lips, eyes half-lidded, "Sup."

"Hey, Sonic...soooo, what we doing on such a totally normal day." you downplayed, he shrugged beside you, "I don't know, what do you want to do on this totally mundane morning?" You couldn't hold in your excitement any longer, you both started cackling, smiling wide. 

"Hehe, ok, but seriously where are we going?" you wiped a tear from your eye. Sonic outstretched his hand implying you should take it, "You're not gonna run like hell are you?"

"Wha- who do you take me for, I'm a gentleman." he pouted, "And no, I'm not going to run like hell. Today we're going old school and walking."

"Sonic the Hedgehog walking? Never thought I'd see the day." you finally took his hand, amused by his clear frustration. "Hardy har har, you won't be saying that later."

"Ooh, what's happening later?" you leaned closer to him, your eyelashes faintly dancing across his muzzle. Sonic blushed heavily, slightly pushing your face away from him with his free hand, "N-nothing!" he shouted out in a panic.

You arrived at the beginning of the jungle, where the sand melted under your feet and the sun shined through the leaves. You still didn't know where you were going but, with Sonic by your side you didn't really care, "A jungle walk?"

"Uh-huh," he affirmed with a small nod, leading you in further. He began pointing out all the flora and fauna, no doubt his knowledge came from a certain echidna friend of yours, but you allowed him to continue as though it was his own. 

"How'd you find this place anyway? It seems pretty...I don't know, nice for you?"

"Wow, I'm gonna pretend like that didn't just hurt." he feigned, slapping a hand to his chest where his heart would be. You shoved him, forgetting your hands were still interlocked and moved along with him, "Shut up, you know what I mean."

"Anywaay, I was running from Egghead and found this place. Did I do good or what?"

"You did do good, are you sure it's safe though? Especially from evil egg-shaped geniuses."

"I am 100% certain that this place is Eggman fre-" just then, with a miscalculated step, a button was pushed and a huge cage fell from the sky. You and Sonic both shared a squeak, though he tried his best to hide his. 

"I thought you said it was 100% Eggman free?" you huffed, rattling the bars of the cage. Sonic groaned, his arms folded and foot-tapping rapidly against the ground, "How do we know it's Eggman for sure, this could be anyone's cage from the sky." Just then a small hologram projected from the metal of the cage, Eggman's figure fizzling into existence.

"Haha! I got you, Sonic! You've activated one of my perfectly placed traps just like I knew you would."

"Okay, well maybe he has them all over the island-"

"This is the only trap I set on the entire island!"

"Dammit," Sonic sighed to himself, his head dropping in disappointment. You glared at the blue hero, but you were more annoyed at Eggman, you just wanted a simple and fun day. You slouched against the bars, though that soon turned into a slow descent to the floor when your legs gave up.

"You, pesky hedgehog, are a bane to my life no more, with you trapped in this cage I can do whatever I want! Now I can officially create Eggman Land, evil for the whole family!" the hologram cackled. Sonic was unamused, his eyes bored "Weak," he huffed out. He turned to you, not noticing your own frustration as he ranted, "And what evil genius decides to build a theme park? And don't even get me started about the name: Eggman Land? Pfft, even Knuckles could come up with something better than that."

"How are we gonna get out of here?" you asked, ignoring his rant. Sonic rolled back his shoulders and stretched his legs, "Have no fear, your knight in shining blue armour will get us out of here." he smirked. You rolled your eyes, unsatisfied, and watched as he leapt at the bars while performing his spin attack. But it immediately backfired when a burst of energy zapped him to the opposite side of the cage, his quills standing up against the bars.

"My hero," you mused, tone dry and witty. Sonic groaned into the ground, with a mouth full of dirt he couldn't utter many words anyway. You helped him to his feet, showing him a little sympathy by rubbing some dirt away from his cheeks "Thanks," he grinned.

"No problem," you replied, giving him a small smile in return. Sonic walked back over to the bars and touched them, his body going rigid with purple light "That's one hell of a wake-up call," he quipped. He then turned to his wrist communicator, tapping it a few times before a voice rang out, "Hey blue leader, what's up?" 

"Hey Tails, I need you for a quick sec or two. Me and (Y/N) got stuck in one of Egghead's traps and we need you to break us out."

"Pfft, you got trapped by Eggman?" Tails mocked, you could hear his muffled laughter. Sonic stood straighter, brows furrowed, "We didn't get trapped...just...er...oh fine we got trapped! How was I supposed to know he'd boobytrap the entire jungle." Sonic huffed out.

"Correction, just this one spot." you pointed out, "Not helping." Sonic seethed out. There was a moment of silence from Tails' end, "Annnnd got it! Ok, I just traced your coordinates; I'll be with you shortly."

"Thanks little buddy, see you in a sec." Sonic finally relaxed his shoulders, swooping into the spot beside you, "Is this seat taken?" he joked. You couldn't help the small laugh that fell from your lips and that was his cue to take a seat. He sat down with a sigh, the two of you just staring off into the jungle "Soooooo, what do you wanna do?"

"What can we do? I don't see any video games or screens or even people, for that matter."

"Aw c'mon, we don't need all that to have fun; we got each other!" Sonic nudged against you, "Let's not let Egghead's dumb trap get in the way of our friendiversary."

You turned to Sonic with wide eyes, "Hey, you said the thing. You said I couldn't say that cause it sounded dumb."

"Yeah well, it rubbed off on me." he turned away from you, trying to keep up his cool-guy persona. But you knew the real Sonic, he was a big softy with a heart of gold. You both sat in silence once again, but it wasn't uncomfortable, more so peaceful.

"Hey," you turned to him with a smile, "This reminds me of that time when Sticks trapped us all in cages when she thought we'd all been replaced by gooey replicas, remember that?"

"Was that the time when Knuckles had that plank of wood stuck to his head or after?"

"After," you affirmed, Sonic nodded his head slowly piecing it together, "And the only way she let us out was because Tails told her gooey replicas don't exist then showed her those slime videos online."

"I really don't get the appeal of them, who's it aimed at?"

"At least it's not weird photos of me." Sonic leant back against the bars, though he was cautious so as to not get zapped. He closed his eyes and allowed his mind to wander down memory lane, "Remember when we discovered Shadow's cave and found out he put hot sauce on everything?"

"From twinkies to milk," you continued with a laugh. Sonic sat up, attempting his best Shadow impression, "It's what I do as the ultimate lifeform!" his voice went deeper and slightly edgy. You rolled back laughing, slapping his arm uncontrollably; he loved seeing you like this.

Time had quickly passed, the bright morning dulled into a long afternoon, which then led to a peaceful evening. Through the trees you could just make out the sunset, but it didn't take a genius to see the bright lights that lit the world slowly fade away. 

Tails had yet to show his fuzzy face, meaning you and Sonic had been sat in the cage for a few hours at most. By now, your body was tired and you had decided to lean against Sonic for support. Your head rested against his shoulder, one of your arms was wrapped under his, "I'm happy I met you," you whispered out of nowhere.

He tried his best to get a look at your face, seeing if you too shared the pink blush that coated his muzzle, "W-what's brought this on? You getting sappy on me already?" he tried to laugh it off, play it as a joke. You shifted against him, snuggling in closer as a breeze sent shivers down your arms, "M'just thinking, is all." 

Sonic felt you move again, this time looking up at him "What do you think would've happened if we never met?" He couldn't stop staring into those big ol' eyes of yours, sparkling in the setting light. He tried to rattle his brain to form a perfect sentence, he could feel his tongue trying to form the words 'I love you' but it was too soon. Sonic had a plan, said plan was meant to conclude your day's events but of course with Eggman, that never happened.

He had this whole thing set up, a slow walk along the beach while the sun set. You'd arrive at his shack where he had paid Amy to cook some great food and you'd sit with the candle's flame flickering in your eyes. There would be this irreplaceable atmosphere surrounding you both, and as the stars came out he'd whisper his confession to you, and to you only.

He didn't want to ruin such a beautiful set-up, let alone miss a chance to snag some of Amy's cooking. So, he waited. He held back the urge to confess every single thought he's ever had about you. Coming back into reality, still staring at those beautiful eyes he fell in love with from day one, he stuttered: "S-sorry, w-what was that?"

"I said, what do you think would've happened if we never met?" 

He thought it over for a minute before a cocky smirk took over, "Wellll, I would've continued to save the village from Eggman's attacks. And I imagine you would have lived a less hectic life by not being associated with us."

"Less hectic? You mean boring. I can't even imagine a day without you never mind life." you laughed, rolling your head back against him once more. Finally, Sonic leaned his own head against yours in a soft roll, "I don't think I could handle not knowing you either."

"Really?" your voice barely a whisper. You could feel your skull vibrate with his hum, "You've become such an important person in my life in such a short time, and I thought I was meant to be the fastest thing alive. Sure, I've got the gang, but..." he hesitated; think of the plan Sonic, don't screw it up!

"But?" you questioned, shifting entirely to face him. You took his hand in your own, the sun casting you in its golden light; you looked breathtaking.

Agh, to hell with it!

Sonic dove in, a curved palm against your chin as he brought your face in closer to his. You couldn't believe what was happening, all you knew was Sonic T. Hedgehog was kissing you and it didn't feel weird...it felt...right.

You momentarily closed your eyes, fully embracing the feeling of his lips against yours. Pulling away with almost a sigh, you fluttered your eyes open to see Sonic already looking at you "(Y/N), I like you and I mean really like you. Probably since the first day we ever met! And I, erm, ugh, I'm not good at this stuff I'm way better at fighting robots than confessing my feelings." he groaned. 

Your grip on his hand tightened, and with that warm smile you were giving him, it gave him the motivation to continue "What I'm trying to say is, I really really like you and I had this whole thing planned where we'd walk back to my shack a-and Amy had cooked us this amazing food. Then when we'd finish eating I would tell you how much you m-mean to me and how much I need you in my life. Curse this stupid cage!" he raised a fist into the air.

"Look who's getting sappy now." you mused, Sonic could only grin in response. 

"Ahem!" a cough pulled you away from each other, turning your back you caught Tails with the smuggest look on his face "I hope I'm not interrupting anything?"

"Tails, for the love of all things- would you just let us out of here already." Sonic near enough growled out, hand still holding your own. Tails huffed but did as he was told, "Alright, alright don't get your shoelaces in a twist. I'll have you guys out in just a minute." He then disappeared from sight, presumably working on lifting the trap.

"So, do you really mean all that?" you asked Sonic, keeping your voice down thanks to your audience. Sonic looked from Tails to you, "Of course I do, you're my (guy/gal/non-binary pal). T-that's if you want to be?"

You leant forward, kissing the tip of his nose, "I'd love nothing more." 

"Annddd, presto! You're free to go." Tails announced, seconds later the cage shot back into the sky. You pointed a finger up, "Should we be worried about that trapping other people?"

"Nah," both Tails and Sonic shrugged. Sonic turned to his best friend, offering him a fist bump, "Thanks a lot, little buddy, you really saved us there."

"No problem, what's a best friend for if he can't spring his two friends from a cage placed by their one and only villain?" 

"Anyway, I believe we have a date to get to." Sonic rushed out, lifting you up effortlessly. He shared one last smile with Tails before zooming along the beach to his shack paradise, the falling sun turning to night.

Bonus:

"Where have you guys been? I've been cooking this chicken 10 times slower than I usually would, the flavours going to be ruined! And don't get me started on the now warm potato salad!" Amy roared, emerging from the shack with a stained apron on.

"Hey Ames, about that-" Sonic chimed in, but Amy cut him off "Sonic the Hedgehog, you have no concern for fine cooking! I hope you're happy with yourself!" she then stormed off, leaving the new couple very perplexed. 

"I am happy with myself, I have a positive mental attitude." Sonic raised a brow towards you, earning a short giggle.

"By the way that'll be 100 rings for my services." Amy butted in, ruining the romance in an instant. Sonic groaned but paid the woman, shifting a chair for you to sit down on, then pulling out his own. He leant across the table taking both of your hands in his, "Now where were we?"

[whyisi]

Cold Hands, Warm Chassis (Pt2) - Sun/Moon x GN!Reader

(Part #1)  (Part #3)

Summary: You finally got Sun outside! As you both enjoy the snow, you don’t realize something a bit more interesting is on the horizon for you. That, and you get to give Sun the surprise you promised him. (This is part 2 of ?)

Warnings: None, just a big ol’ pile of fluff. This fic is gender-neutral and I use he/they pronouns for Sun and Moon!

Word Count: 4884

A/N: My goodness, thank you all so much for the love and support on the first part of this fic! I thrive off of comments and likes/reblogs. I’ll keep this story going until I can’t think of anything else to add to it! I actually have two more parts planned after this one. I also am open for suggestions and fic requests, so don’t be shy! I hope you enjoy this chapter, you guys rock. I really kinda went crazy with this one, lemme know how it goes! ⚙️

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Sun was in shock, literally. The vision he was beholding had swept awe through his body. Every single process and simulation had ended with a sudden jolt. He would never admit to you he had been running simulations the whole way there. Projected temperature fluctuations, moisture level trajectories, heck Moon even started bringing up stock images of snowfall to look at before they went outside. It was something they were good at; looking for answers and information about a new experience before they came into contact with it. This allowed for them to keep a level-head when faced with new, and most times scary situations.

Admittedly, faced with the real deal, they seized up. This was a situation that they were very much NOT expecting. No amount of preparation and poured-over data would have been enough to steel them for this moment. Even Moon had been rendered completely silent at their surroundings. All they could do was stand there and take it all in. A perfectly plump layer of snow coats the ground and surrounding buildings. It’s eerily quiet between the occasional gusts of wind, almost as if everyone on the Earth has bundled up in their houses for the day. Sun thinks he can almost hear your heartbeat cutting through the snowfall. Almost. Just the thought of it grounds him, and in turn grounds Moon within him. He can tell Moon is soothed by the cold temperatures with the way his mind clears. It was like lifting a warm blanket that had been stifling his brain. An undoubtedly strange feeling, yet not one he was going to dwell upon.

You can tell it’s a lot for the two of them. All you can do is crane your neck upwards to stare at the side of Sun’s face. Even if he’s perpetually hunched, he’s way taller than you. The only movement is the snow falling in complex patterns around you both, creating the illusion of being in a freshly shaken snow globe. Moon pipes up in their head, mumbling something along the lines of maybe we should have looked more into snow globes. He elects to say nothing more, falling back into a comfortable silence. Sun barely cocks his head to the side as you speak up.

“Sooooooo… is it everything you had hoped for? Do you guys like it?” You give his hand a squeeze, attempting to get some form of acknowledgement out of him. In hindsight, you’d never seen him this engrossed with something. I mean sure, he’d been wrapped up in paintings and dance parties pretty deeply before. However, usually a quick tap to his shoulder or a shout of his name got his attention lighting fast. In this moment, nothing seemed to enrapture him so wholly. Something about knowing this fact feels wrong somehow. It was very much against daycare protocol. He had to be acutely aware of where everyone and everything was at all times. If he was ever this lost in something, it could mean disaster. Thankfully this is outside of the daycare and away from prying eyes. You decide to file this new knowledge away for now. Maybe you’d bring it up to them later for a deeper conversation. Right now was all about Sun and Moon, and you were going to keep it that way.

You chuckle at his lack of an answer. Instead you elect to drop his hand and rush toward the treeline, skidding to a stop behind one of the massive pine trees dotting the outskirts of the Plex. As Sun slowly comes out of his daze to track your movement, you set to work. Scooping up a large handful of snow, you shape it into a ball. You peek out from behind the tree just in time to see… nothing. Sun is gone. In a rush of panic you step out from behind the tree to scan for him. Oh how big of a mistake that was. In a flash of white you’re being pelted by at least a hundred snow balls from your left. The sound of Sun giggling cuts through the air, frantic jingles from his bells accompanying it. A perfectly timed shot hits you square in the chest, toppling you over dramatically into a bank of soft snow.

Now its Sun’s turn to panic. Did he hit you too hard, were you okay?! He slinks out from behind his own tree and skips to your aide. Moon scoffs in his head. Jeez, you didn’t hit them THAT hard. Sun shushes him, anxiety rising in his circuits as he closes the gap between the two of you. As he’s kneeling to assess the damage, you sit up and chuck your snowball at his chest. It lands with a sharp thud, causing Sun to mimic your dramatics.

“OOOOOOH NOOOOOO! Sunbeam, how COULD you do such a thing?! BETRAYAL! BETRAYALLLL!”

He starts giggling, kneeling fully to scoop you into his arms. Standing, he spins the two of you, all the while howling like a madman. You giggle at his antics, heart full to bursting. If this was his reaction to snow, oh BOY did you have new ideas. How would he react to rain, or an aquarium, a bonfire, or even stargazing? All the things that got you excited were sure to excite him too. Maybe someday you could get clearance to take him home with you. Then you could take BOTH of them anywhere your little heart desired. Share these special moments with them, one at a time.

After lots of spinning and even more laughter, he stops with a bit of a wobble. The two of you idle there a moment, watching the snow fall around you. You place your ear against Sun’s chest to hear the delighted ticking of his servos within. Just as the sound of your heartbeat calmed him, the sound of his own calmed you. Snowflakes cascade down to land on Sun’s arms and shoulders. You reach out, brushing them away before they can melt. He makes a noise of contemplation, holding one of his hands outwards to catch some of the falling snow. The both of you watch as snow accumulates within his massive palm. Sun leans in close to inspect the uniqueness of each flake before they inevitably dissolve away. He flicks the pool of water out of his palm, causing his bells to jingle ever so slightly.

“Hey… how did you do that earlier?”

Sun perks up, his rays shifting left and right as he tries to understand what you’re asking him. You huff, wiggling in his hold like an angry toddler. Your little display makes him tighten his grasp on you, if only a little.

“What do you mean Sunbeam? Did I do something wrong?!” His rays droop, face mere inches from yours.

“No Sun of course not! You didn’t do anything wrong, I’m just surprised is all! How did you get behind that tree so fast without making a SINGLE sound?” Your question hangs heavy in the air. Suddenly, Sun starts to laugh uncontrollably.

“HAHA! My little friend, it’s the same phenomenon as cats with bells on their collars! I’ve learned to… how you say… work around the jingle of my bells. That’s how I’m so good at hide and seek with the kids. They always think it’ll be an easy game, but I know how to be quiet, yes yes!!!”

You sigh at his answer, crossing your arms. Of course you can’t be angry with him. Even if he did scare you, he didn’t do it on purpose. I guess he has a lot more tricks up his hypothetical sleeves than you ever thought possible. With one more huff for good measure, you relax into his hold. He was warm, but you caught just the slightest shiver in his form. Without asking, you unwrap your scarf from your neck. Sun stoops his head downward as you tut at him.

“You should have told me you were getting cold! Here, keep this on until we go back inside. Your heat diversion vents are under your collar right? This should keep the excess heat from escaping for now. And besides… you match!”

He hums in approval. Once you had thoroughly encased his neck with the scarf, he places you gently back onto the snow-covered ground.

“WOHOOOO! Thank you Sunbeam, this is the BEST DAY EVER!!!” He jumps around for a bit before taking off into the middle of the West parking lot. You rush after him, smiling as he flops himself on top of a fresh patch of snow. In seconds he’s made a snow angel, and you can’t help but snap a picture of it. Honestly it looks hilarious with Sun’s head outlined with the rest of the body. It makes it look that much more like an angel. He points to the untouched snow next to his outline, encouraging you to make one too. Of course you comply. The size of your snow angel next to his looks comical. Sun thinks its funny too, covering his face with his hands as he’s struck with another giggle attack. He’s so happy he could burst at the seams.

A harsher gust of wind kicks up, sending tiny specs of ice and snow into your face. Your already cold nose starts to feel even colder, so you know it’s sadly almost time to go back inside. Sun senses your mood shift and starts to kick at the snow under his feet. You go to say something, but Sun is already spinning on his heels and taking off back towards the treeline. An exasperated sigh escapes your lips as you follow after him. He’s there in like two skips, whereas you have to jog to keep up with him. When you do reach him, he’s stopped in front of the pine tree he had been hiding behind earlier. You watch as he reaches up towards the higher branches. His fingers delicately slip over small icicles dangling off of the needles. They make a muted tinkling sound as they collide with each other. Sun seems to like the sound, running his fingers over them a few more times to recreate it.

“Okay Sunny. I can tell you don’t want to go back inside, but I’m starting to get chilly. You can’t hide that you’re also starting to slow down big guy. I noticed!” The tone you use is light, jovial even. He can sometimes be more like a child than the human children he takes care of. He doesn’t look at you. Instead he keeps his sights set on the icicles while he makes them knock against each other. If he’s being this stubborn, you’re sure Moon is in there feeding into his defiance. Maybe you’d have to try a more constructive approach to this.

“Sunny? How about we do one more fun thing before we go inside. How does that sound?”

He immediately wrenches his face towards you, dropping his hand from where it was playing with the icicles. “OOOH! One more activity, YES! ONE MORE!!!” Great. Now that you have his undivided attention, you point towards the tree.

“I see you like those icicles. How about you grab some of the bigger ones off the top there… we can SMASH them on the ground! It’s really fun, I’ll show you!”

If you thought you had his attention before, oh boy. You really had his attention now. He squeals in delight at the prospect of destroying something. At first you think this is another anomaly. After a bit of mulling over you realize this is probably exciting to him because he’s never really been able to break anything before. If something broke in the daycare, it was usually a child who tripped and dropped a toy. He’s always been the one to fix things, not take them apart. This was going to be a blast for all of you.

Sun reaches up as high as he can, procuring a handful of thick icicles. He hands you two of them, depositing one in each of your hands. You nod, motioning for him to follow you back out into the parking lot. He follows close behind you, jumping from one foot to the other in excitement. When you’re within 50 feet of the security door, you start to sweep your foot from one side to the other. Clearing a decent rectangle of snow from the asphalt, you start to explain what you’re going to do with Sun. He listens but keeps his attention on the icicles in his hands. They begin to melt a little in his silicone grip, dripping onto the ground.

“Okay Sun! I cleared a place for us to throw them. If you smash them just right, sometimes they make some pretty cool sounds! I’ll go first, and then you can try it.”

You step back, and with a flourish you slam the icicle onto the exposed pavement as hard as you can. The ice cracks and shatters into a million pieces. The sound it makes is high-pitched, with a bit of a sizzle at the end. Sun yelps in surprise and wonder, swaying from side to side in giddy excitement. One more good wind-up has the second icicle shattering onto the pavement. It fizzles in ever direction, shards of it skittering over the snow a few feet away. Sun steps up, slow in his movements from the cold. Nothing could stop him now though, he was hell-bent on smashing something. After much deliberation between himself and Moon, he fists the rest of the icicles in one hand. Lifting it as high above his head as he can, he lets out a screech as they hit the pavement. The sheer force of it lets out the most sickeningly satisfying crack you’ve ever heard. Chunks of ice ricochet in every direction like an ice bomb just went off. You immediately start clapping your hands, cheering for Sun and his wonderful destruction.

“YOU DID IT! That was great Sunny, I’m so proud of you! And you Moon, I know you’re there too. Don’t think I forgot about you.” Sun looks up from the ground, watching you as you speak. Moon sends a feeling of happiness through their system. It washes over Sun and leaves him feeling absolutely euphoric.

“NUH UH!!! We’re proud of YOU TOO Sunbeam! You’re the bestest EVER! Thank you thank you THANK YOU!!!” He hops over to you, wrapping you up in a big hug. It doesn’t last long however, because you can feel just how cold his arms and chest are. The chill of his body seeps through your jacket and makes you hiss in discomfort.

“Anytime Sun, but right now we need to get you inside. I don’t exactly feel like having an ice sculpture as a best friend.”

He nods vigorously, scooping you up in his arms to slowly make his way to the security door. Like before, he takes no time in unlocking it for the both of you. He ducks, slipping inside and back into the warmth of the Plex. He turns to allow all of you one last look at the tundra outside before the door swings closed. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a tad bit disappointed. He wished snow wasn’t so cold. They wanted to stay outside in the snow with you all day. Though an hour or so was nice enough for now, hopefully they’d be able to take you back outside some other day. Moon starts researching animatronic thermal padding for longer stays outside. This makes Sun chuckle, which in turn makes you look up at him with questioning eyes. He shakes his head, not yet willing to tell you what they’re thinking about.

He wants to take you straight back to the daycare, but you stop him in the middle of the bakery.

“H-hold on Sun! Let me down for a bit. Remember how I said I had a surprise for you? Well, now is as good a time as any to make it! Plus, this is probably one of the only places I could see having regular milk. None of that “fake milk” stuff. BLECH!” You cringe at the memory of trying some of the Plex’s “fake milk” in your coffee. Never again would you go near that blasphemous liquid. You were sure it was actually made of lemon zest by how sour it had tasted. On second thought… maybe “fake milk” was just repurposed milk that had gone bad. Ugh, you could totally see the Plex pulling something like that. They were always chomping at the bit to save a few dollars. GROSS.

At your insistence Sun puts you back down. It was nice to have him so close today, but right now you needed to have some wiggle room to make the surprise. If your hunch was correct, there should be some jugs of milk in the gigantic fridges behind the cursed cupcake. Just looking into it’s eyes for too long sends a chill up your spine. One of these days you’d sneak in here for real and mangle that thing to bits. It has no right to be that creepy! For now, you push your murderous thoughts aside. A confectionary slaughter was sadly not in the cards for this evening. You tug on Sun’s scarf, urging him to sit at a table in the corner of the room.

“Stay here for a minute. I’ll be right back, okay? I’m going to make the surprise and bring it out here.”

He tenses, obviously a bit wary of leaving you alone right now. To soothe his fears you place a chaste kiss to his forehead, rubbing one of his rays between your thumb and index finger. He practically purrs, leaning into your touch. You laugh, thinking back to how he likened himself to a cat. That was probably the truest to life analogy he could have chosen. Once you were sure he would allow you to go, you unzip your jacket and toss it over the chair adjacent to him. As discretely as you can, you remove the cylinder from your jacket pocket. Silently you make your way to the back of the kitchen. Your frozen muscles protested but knowing what you were about to make gave you the energy boost you needed. Opening the fridge left you almost in tears. Every jug of milk was clearly labelled and within its expiration date! SCORE!

You fish around for your favorite choice of milk, pulling it from the fridge and placing it on the large countertop in the middle of the room. Next, you found a medium-sized pot and poured a decent amount of milk into it. Setting it onto one of the stoves studding the back wall, you turn the stovetop on. As the milk is warming, you pop open the cylinder of hot cocoa mix. The aroma of the mix fills the room, filling you with an equal sense of content. The smell of hot cocoa was always one you looked forward too. It was one of the most anticipated parts of winter—your first cocoa! And this time you were going to share it with Sun and Moon. You really couldn’t think of a better way to be spending the first snowfall. In reality, you knew you were one of the luckiest people on the planet.

Dropping two heaping spoonful’s of the mix into the now steaming milk, you whisk it until it dissolves completely. You take the pot off of the heat, shutting the stovetop off to find some mugs. It just so happened that the bakery had a box of unused mugs in the corner. The top of the cardboard was dusty, but the mugs inside were relatively clean. Rifling around inside the box awarded you with two of the coolest mugs you’d ever seen. One was Sun themed, the other Moon themed. You knew you would be swiping these before you left. Two mugs out of an unused stock was definitely free game.

Washing up the mugs, you pour just enough cocoa in each to allow for whipped cream. The fridge was full of cans of the stuff, which you swirled a heaping amount of on top of the cocoa. They were almost perfect! The cupboards back here afforded a vast array of sprinkles and toppings. You chose some rainbow sprinkles and a handful of mini marshmallows to adorn the top. Satisfied, you place the dirty pot into the sink for later cleaning. Grabbing the two mugs up, you carefully walk back to the front of the shop. Sun sees you coming, and when he notices what you have in your hands, he clenches his fists and shakes them excitedly.

“OOH! OOH! HOT CHOCOLATE!!! I’VE NEVER HAD HOT CHOCOLATE BEFORE, WOOOOW! HAVE I TOLD YOU YOU’RE THE BEST, BECAUSE… WELL…YEAH!!! YOU’RE THE BESTEST EVER! AAAAH!!!”

His shouting makes you smile warmly. His energy was infectious and his demeanor melted your heart. You set the Sun mug in front of him, laughing as he oohs and aahs at the design. When you set your Moon mug on the table, Sun makes sure to look at it so Moon can see it too.

“Moon says he likes your mug! He was sure they didn’t have mugs in his style… but it seems they do! What a pleasant surprise. Gosh, you’re always full of surprises aren’t you Sunbeam?” He covers his eyes, giggling at all the excitement he’s been through. You’re sure they’re going to be the death of you someday. How can someone be so gosh darn cute?

As you sip on your cocoa, Sun drops his hands from his face to unwrap his scarf from his neck. He hands it back to you, which you accept. While you turn to stuff the scarf in one of your jacket pockets, Sun continues speaking.

“You know, this has been like… the BEST most WONDERFUL day we’ve ever had. Well, other than the day you first showed up to work with us! We got to see you, we got to see snow, and now you’ve made us this pretty cocoa! Goodness gracious me, I’m at a loss for words. I just hope you know we l-love you lots! Yes yes! And we never want you leave, never ever!!!” His shoulders rise in embarrassment as he speaks. When he ends his little speech he wraps his hands around the mug to soak up it’s warmth. You knew he couldn’t actually drink it, but just having someone make something like that for him was enough. He took in the sight of it, how nicely the sprinkles and marshmallows looked on top of the whipped cream. The smell of warm chocolate and vanilla sugar fills his senses.

“Awww, thanks you guys! I’d do anything to make you both smile.” You give him a smile of your own. “Is the temperature okay? Not too hot right?” You motion to the cocoa he’s holding, and he looks down at it.

“No no, not at all! In fact, this is my second favorite temperature!” He takes one hand off of his mug to reach out, ghosting his fingers over your cheek. They were hot, almost scaldingly so against your skin. You clear your throat, attempting to rid yourself of the blush on your cheeks.

“W-well that’s nice Sun! What’s your favorite temperature then?” As you wait for him to respond, you think he’s sure to say the temperature of the daycare. Every time you were there, it was always the perfect temperature. Never too hot or too cold. It was most likely Suns doing. Having comfortable kids was always his first priority. No wonder the temperature regulation was always spot on in there.

Seconds tick by. Then minutes. He lowers his hand from your face, replacing it onto his mug. You’re sure he’s talking to Moon right now. He’s only ever this quiet and reserved when he’s concentrating on what Moon is telling him. At least you’re content to wait for him. Another sip or two of your cocoa warms you from the inside out, sending a pleasant thrum from your feet all the way up to your head.

Sun answers you. In a hushed whisper, he says “…yours.” You almost mistake it for a creak of the floorboards, or even the mechanical whir within his chest cavity. Your face heats up as you nearly spit out the mouthful of cocoa you had behind your teeth. You cough, smacking your chest a few times.

“T…that’s… nice Sun! I didn’t think my temperature was that likeable, haha…” Your voice wavers as you close your mouth. Sun starts to fidget in his seat. He had been sure you wouldn’t have noticed his answer under his breath. But you had, and he was a bit taken aback by your reaction. You were always so kind to them. Someday they hoped to return the favor, tenfold even.

You sit in silence for the rest of your coca drinking. Sun marvels at how the sprinkles sink further and further into the whipped cream as it melts. The colors stain together, creating a swirl of reds, yellows, greens, and blues. When you were almost done with your cocoa, your phone chimes. Sun looks around for the sound, puzzled until you hold up your phone.

“Hold on Sunny, it looks like I got another email from the Plex…” The headline of the message catches your breath in your throat.

The Mega Pizza Plex will be closed until further notice due to the worsening winter storm. UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES—

You knew exactly what the rest said. Sun could see the confusion and horror written on your face. Moon on the other hand told him what had been sent. Every animatronic in the building also got the emails after all. With a frustrated grunt you sit back in your chair, staring into the empty mug of cocoa in front of you. The weather app had told you some pretty alarming news. The storm was now projected to give you an extra foot of snow and continue on until at least midnight. What rotten luck… or was it?

“Well Sun… it looks like I’m going to be stuck here tonight. I don’t think I feel comfortable walking home in this storm.” You lean forward, laying your head in your hands to watch his reaction. You expected no less than what he was currently doing. Which was screaming in excitement at the top of his lungs. If they ever learned to harness his energy… oh boy. Someone would be very rich. While he blabs on, you can’t help but feel a bit sleepy as he speaks. You close your eyes, basking in the glory of his joy.

“YAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!! OH MY GOSH, WE CAN DO SO MANY COOL THINGS TOGETHER! We can snuggle, and watch movies, and play games and OOOOOOH we can COLOR TOGETHER ALL NIGHT!!! We can have a ssss…”

Sun stops talking abruptly. You still have your eyes closed, a lazy smile on your face. A far away droning noise kicks up, but you pay it no mind. You attempt to finish his sentence for him, a sleepy lilt in your voice.

“Hmmm, yes Sun. We can do all of that tonight! Sounds like a plan. We’ll have a s—”

You hear it. Sun whines faintly before you hear his chair fall out from underneath him. You open your eyes to see… darkness. It’s pitch black. The power must have went out. Either that, or it was one of the power cycles Sun had told you about. You knew Moon was on his way, but you couldn’t help but be a tad bit afraid. It was deathly silent. The inky blackness seemed to pool around you, masking whatever was happening to Sun. You could hear the transformation taking place. A rasp here, a clack there. You had thought it would be a bit more violent. Both Sun and Moon had talked of their shared body plenty of times. Each time they divulged more and more, it sounded positively rough. Moon had once said the switch was a lot like being dragged up from the bottom of the ocean and forced back onto land; you had to learn how to breathe air again fast or else you’d do more damage to yourself than you’d like. You hear a deep groan, but it dissipates as fast as it came.

“Moony? Is that you?” You call out for him, voice shaky yet firm. It was a bit thrilling to know you’d be meeting Moon for the first time today. Sure, you’d texted with him back and forth at night, but not once had you ever seen him in person. Though the circumstances aren’t the greatest, it wasn’t something you could control. You were hoping to meet him with a bit more warning than this. A beat passes before you hear the scraping of a chair in front of you being righted. Something heavy settles into it. The sound makes all your hairs stand up on end, fight or flight response simmering in your veins. You’re immediately aware of two red pinpricks of light staring you down from the nothingness.

“Yesssssss Moonbeam… I’m here.”

[chateautae]

maybe i do | kth. I

➵ summary :  maybe you love each other, maybe you don’t. when a deal between your fathers leaves you forcefully wedding kim taehyung, arguably seoul’s most powerful CEO, you’re prepared for a loveless marriage of eternal regret and unhappiness. but maybe, it doesn’t turn out that way after all.

↳  part of the high-class series!

➵ pairing : taehyung x reader

➵ genre :  arranged marriage!au, ceo!tae, s2l!au, eventual smut, fluff, angst 

➵ rating : 18+

➵ word count : 11k

➵ warnings : swearing, alcohol consumption, anxiety, lots of feels about marriage, a stupid ex (reader’s), mentions of bad sexual experiences with ex (there’s consent, just bad sex that makes the reader feel shitty), does ceo tae count as a warning? 

➵ a/n: hello my first fic of my favourite trope arranged marriage, AND with kim taehyung?? yes pls !! this will be a series and I’ll be actively working on it so you don’t have to wait too long for chapters, i hope you can follow this series with me <33

chapter one : “my forever’s falling down”  

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“Another one, Father? I thought I told you my secretary would be handling marriage profiles from now on. Stop concerning yourself with who I marry.” 

“But I do, son. Trust me, I know this girl, she’s the daughter of a trusted friend and I think she’s a good match.” 

“Father, everyone you choose for me I dislike and it’s distracting me from my work. I don’t need this right now.” 

“She’s different, Taehyung. I personally know her and I’m certain you won’t say no.” 

“And why is that?” 

“There’s something about her you won’t refuse, son, you’ll notice it when you meet her.” 

“I don’t want to meet her, Father. Like I said, I need to work.” 

“I just knew you’d act this way. Want to know something, son? I’ve made her part of a business deal, you can’t back out of this.”

“What? You made her part of a business deal?! Why would you-”

“Because you wouldn’t have given her a chance otherwise, you haven’t been giving anyone a chance since I’ve been setting up potential partners for you and I’m sick of it. You said you were open to an arranged marriage, where’s that attitude now?”

“Because, Father, I have a company to run and that’s-”

“No. I will not allow you to reduce your life to just this company. There are far more enjoyable things in life than a business.”

“But Father-”

“No, Taehyung. One thing you need to learn is balance. If you don’t give anyone or anything a chance you will live a lonely life behind your desk. Even in this cutthroat world of business where you can lose money or be betrayed by anyone at any moment, the most painful thing to suffer is loneliness, and I won’t let you live in this world alone.”

“Dad-”

“You will meet this girl, Taehyung, end of discussion.” 

“Dad! I told you I want nothing to do with your company, how could you let me get dragged into this?!” 

“Y/N-ie, I know you value the life you have without any of my help, but let me help just this once, especially with finding a husband. I’m being offered the deal of a lifetime and I can’t refuse, he just happens to be part of it. I need this for the company, please.”

“But Dad, I don’t even know him. And if he’s the CEO of some rich company he’s probably an asshole, I’m not doing this.” 

“Y/N-ie, trust me, I know his son. He’s a sincere, hard-working man, I promise.”

“Yeah, right. Even if that’s the case, I still don’t know him, let alone love him, Dad. How can you make me marry someone I don’t love?”

“Because you can learn to love him. There are no rules concerning the way two people should fall in love, love doesn’t always need to come first.”

“But Dad-”

“My daughter, I have not asked you for many things in my life, but this is one thing I must ask of you. Please, just meet him, don’t say no without even trying.”

“Dad, I don’t know-”

“Please, Y.N, do it for me. If not for the company or money, please do it for me.”

And here you were, fidgeting with the tips of your nails, tuning in and out of the present world and overthinking every aspect of your life that somehow lead you to this moment. Sitting on a Leather Italia couch in what was described to be Mr. Kim’s study; listening to your father’s incessant, albeit wholesome chatter next to you with your future in-laws across. 

And next to them was their suave, unreadable son sitting in a relaxed manner, flipping his attention between your fathers’ conversation and anything else in the room.

You on the other hand, were utterly high strung due to the fact that your father failed to mention your future fiancé’s identity until 30 minutes before arriving here, having done a quick search in the car to unveil who he exactly was.

And that’s when it hit you. You weren’t marrying just anyone, you were getting married to Kim Taehyung. The infamous CEO of Kim Enterprises—Korea’s largest software development and manufacturing company, rivaling to be one of the largest in the world. He was part of Seoul’s most prestigious circle of businessmen, having made multiple Forbes international lists of Most Successful, Youngest, Richest, and is even one of Korea’s most eligible bachelors, not just Seoul.

If this wasn’t already taking you out, then it was definitely the fact that his photos through a measly Google search did him absolutely, utterly and completely no justice. They simply could never capture the truth of just how handsome Kim Taehyung was in real life. You couldn’t deny it, he wasn’t just good-looking, he was stunning, gorgeous, seemed as though God had created the universe, heaven and hell in 6 days and left the 7th just to create him. 

He was like a work of art, worthy of being placed in the finest of museums and left untouched, unsodden by the ugliness of humanity. It made you feel extremely inferior to him in an instant. It was sickening, he was sickening, intoxicating, and quite frankly, intimidating.

It was his look, his undivided stare when he eventually settled his sight on you. It didn’t matter his dark hair that landed and perfectly curled above his eyes, the way he occasionally licked his plush lips or how his long, tall legs spread out before him, it was his look that made you want to turn tail and run.  

It seemed to reach into your soul, peer straight through whatever façade, walls or defense mechanisms you could spend years building only to have his simple look tear it down in minutes. He was alluring, captivating, left you wanting to cower into whatever hole you could dig yourself into or discover all the secrets he hid behind those enchanting eyes.

Kim Taehyung was many things you couldn’t quite wrap your head around, though you assessed your priorities and decided they didn’t just include him, but mainly the significance of the current meeting taking place right now. 

It wasn’t a mere one-time business deal to discuss a project, it was a meeting that entailed the partnership of both your family companies and would define the next however many years of your life. More specifically, spending it with the exact same man that looked at you without a single readable expression on his face. 

You distracted yourself by trying to observe as many useless things as you could, flitting around the room many times before suddenly glancing at Taehyung’s index finger coming up to rest against his lips.

You zeroed your vision in more. 

Is that a cut on his finger?

“Jae-in, of course! This is just as important to me as it is to you, your son is a remarkable CEO, and I’m sure he’ll make an amazing husband.” 

“Aish, Namhyun, you flatter me too much. My son may be handsome, though your daughter is even more beautiful. I’m very sure she will make a wonderful wife.”

“Yes, Namhyun, your daughter is absolutely gorgeous! Just as gorgeous as her mother. I know she wasn’t able to make it, though may I ask where your wife is tonight?” 

“Ah, unfortunately, she’s out of the country. Though I was hoping my presence would be enough to fill in for her, am I doing a bad job?” 

Laughter erupted from the parents in the room, meanwhile, Taehyung couldn’t help but notice the way you immediately winced at the mention of your mother. Something he definitely wouldn’t miss with the way he found himself examining your every move. 

It was habitual to him, something born out of his roots in business, only for the purpose of calculating and reading people like an open book. 

He knew you’d also become victim to that habit, though oddly enough, he found himself quite interested in observing you. He had already figured you out; you hated business, there was a clear disconnection between yourself and your father’s company and you reeked of a sense of independence that funnily contradicted the antsy way you bounced your leg. 

Your way of speech, however, mannerisms, gestures, your look; it was all professional enough you clearly have some sort of background in business. You seemed like an heiress to Taehyung, which you were, though you oddly had no interest in business?   

All these details piqued his interest, curious of just who you exactly were, but he was mainly intrigued by the mysterious claim his father made upon mentioning you for the first time. 

‘There’s something about her you won’t refuse.’

That had raked Taehyung’s brain consistently for the past hour now, crossing his legs loosely and his arms folded over his chest, contemplating over and over again as he looked at you, what’s so damn special about her? 

‘You’ll notice it when you meet her,’ the words rang in his ears.

That was the driving force behind his calculation, observation, near inability to take his eyes off of you as he learned new things nearly every minute and led him closer to understanding his father.  

He could tell you were an anxious person, though hid it behind a persona of false confidence. You had a tendency to stick close to your father despite observing you don’t rely on him for much of anything, even less your mother. The softness behind your every movement despite being from a business background where you should be harsh, rigid, rough around the edges, and yet you seemed entirely different.

Taehyung then realized how inherently dissimilar you were to many of the other women he met. They were all relatively of the same cut and look. Cold, sharp, cunning. All women of pure business; daughters, granddaughters or straight CEOs of wealthy companies, simply interested in marriage as a deal or an advantage rather than a commitment. 

And there was absolutely nothing wrong with that. Taehyung was a man of business himself, married to his work, his home behind a desk and the company the only thought occupying his mind 24/7.

But with you, you were interesting, unlike the others and it made him curious.

Taehyung also couldn’t help but notice you were...pretty. You weren’t too overly sexy nor too innocent, you were pretty. There was an elegance to your looks, features like your hair and eyes complementing you as a whole, and he couldn’t miss that you felt oddly...warm.

Taehyung found himself beginning to understand his father’s original viewpoint, considering the possibility he could’ve been correct. 

You just seemed different. 

“Ah, that seems to be everything. Exact details about the wedding have already been put in place by us.”

“Yes! We’ve been waiting for our TaeTae to get married for so long. We’ve had plans for months now and we can finally move forward with them! You and Y/N don’t need to worry about anything!” 

“Mom, did you really just call me that in front of my future fiancé?” 

“Oh, let it go, son. It won't be long before she calls you that, too!” 

Taehyung could only playfully roll his eyes at his overly excited mother, you scrunching your nose at the embarrassment.

“That’s incredibly generous of you, Mr. and Mrs. Kim, though my conscience is not one to let such things go. My family should contribute to the wedding in some way. Y/N and I would be happy to do so.”

“Why don’t we discuss that outside? I believe we should give the future couple some time alone, shall we?” 

You and Taehyung exchanged a quick look before standing up and respectively addressing either’s parents, Taehyung shutting the door behind them once they exited and having turned to look at you, an awkward silence piercing the air. 

There it was again, his look. It was irrefutably the one reason you avoided eye contact with him, you felt he would swallow you up if you shared even 5 seconds between each other.

“So...” Taehyung suddenly broke the ice, eyeing you.

“So...” 

“Marriage, huh?” 

“Yeah, marriage. Never done that one before.” If there wasn’t a time you vehemently hated yourself, then it was undoubtedly now. You internally facepalmed at your dumb comment, adding a laugh at the end in embarrassment only to look away. 

“Uh..yeah.” Taehyung laughed awkwardly. “Me neither, if you didn’t already know.” He tucked his hands into his pockets and looked away, you fidgeting by the couches everyone previously occupied. 

A beat of silence passed as you both exchanged looks between objects in the room and each other, either of you pursing your lips or blowing light raspberries to cut the awkwardness. 

“I wanted to ask you something.” 

“Hm?” You turned towards him, lips just a pout as your doe-eyes awaited him. 

Taehyung didn’t miss that at all. 

“Um, your mother. I apologize if this is intrusive of me, though I couldn’t help but notice I’ve never actually met her. May I ask where she is?” 

You let out a dry chuckle before answering, another detail that didn’t slip Taehyung’s attention. “Trust me, Taehyung, one thing you’ll never have to worry about during this entire ordeal is my mother. She should be the last thing on your mind.” You assured him with what he could tell was your fakest smile, distracting him from the realization you’d said his name for the first time.

“Are you sure? I’ll be meeting her at the wedding so-”

“You won’t. I don’t think you will. Even if she does make it, it takes very little to impress her, just be yourself and she’ll love you.” You stated with a sense of finality, as though the topic should be dropped. 

“Be myself? I’m one of the best businessmen in Korea. It’s my job to get people to like me, easy stuff.” He casually gloated. 

“You don’t only have to be a businessman to do that,” you paused and looked at him, “you can just be Kim Taehyung, too.” You spoke nonchalantly, eyes lingering with his for longer than 5 seconds and he, in fact, had not swallowed you yet. 

Taehyung instantly furrowed his eyebrows, taken aback as if your suggestion was something outlandish, absurd, maybe even offending.

Nobody has ever said such a thing to him, not throughout the entirety of his life. 

Taehyung tried his best to recover, searching for another topic of conversation before he was cut off by your rather soft voice, he noticed. 

“Oh, I wanted to give you this.” You stepped towards him, reaching into your purse and retrieving something Taehyung couldn’t quite see. You strided over and extended your hand, Taehyung finding himself even more confused.

“A bandage?” 

“Mhm. For the cut on your finger. You should probably clean it and apply something before putting this on.” You stated nonchalantly once again, offering him a small smile whilst holding out the bandage. 

“Uh...” Taehyung started but couldn’t complete his sentence, lost on how you even observed something as small as his cut and spoke of treating it like it was an actual injury.  

After his struggle to form a sentence, you grew bold enough to gently remove his hand from his pocket and place the bandage in his palm, looking back up at him. You shared a momentary look with his chocolate eyes, instantly scrambling after realizing your hand was still in his.

He has really big hands. 

“We should um...probably go.” You avoided his eyes, stepping aside quickly to pull the door open.

Taehyung’s mind felt displaced, eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the fact that someone had actually left him with nothing to say, an extremely rare occurrence in his book.

He was even more displaced looking at the measly wrapper in his hand, then at the cut on the side of his finger, playing through the last 5 minutes of what just happened.

He scoffed to himself.

‘There’s something about her you won’t refuse.’

It had been 3 weeks since that meeting, not having seen Taehyung once as you wasted your time enjoying single life luxuries before you prepared for one of marriage.

It still felt odd to say such a thing, marriage, because it didn’t even feel like one, or a real one at that. It was forced, fake, a pressured one out of convenience. It felt more like a deal, something Taehyung and yourself had to settle for in order to keep your parents’ minds at ease.

That thought racked your brain all those 3 weeks; Taehyung had to settle for you, he didn’t choose you, just as much as you settled for him and didn’t choose him either. You both had ultimately agreed to the marriage only in an effort to optimize your parents’ happiness, not your own.

You had no clue how he felt, a mystery as much as the Bermuda Triangle, knowing he most certainly had a grand pick of women to choose from and you were most definitely his worst option.

You knew you were suddenly dumped on him, leaving him no choice in the matter as you learned your marriage entailed a beneficial business deal between your fathers’ companies, and Taehyung couldn’t really refuse you with so much on the line.

You had already felt inferior to Taehyung since the moment you met him, though your insecurities seeped further into the crevices of your doubtful mind the more you thought over that sad fact, contemplating a married life with him. In your opinion you were pretty much undesirable to him, Taehyung probably kicking himself knowing he had to unwillingly call you his wife for the rest of his life. 

You just knew you weren’t good enough for him, you would never measure up no matter how hard you’d try and that utterly terrified you. You were confident and independent when it came to yourself, though wedding a near perfect being regarded as one of Seoul’s finest in terms of a CEO and a man? 

Confidence be damned, this dude was intimidating. 

These were the feelings that swarmed your head as you sulked at your over-the-top engagement party, set up in a prestigious buildings’ gorgeous 37th floor riddled with baroque styling and embellishments, classical music gracing some of Seoul’s wealthiest patrons as their flutes clinked and snobby chatter filled the hall. 

It was all extremely high-status, reeking of upper class supremacy and quite frankly, it made you want to throw up.

You distracted yourself by bringing any and all types of alcohol to your lips, trying to focus on anything but your daunting thoughts.

The entire night you hadn’t talked to Taehyung, both of you having been too occupied with the numerous amounts of people meeting and congratulating you. This became a genuine nuisance as you’d mentioned before, this marriage was of convenience, one that brought families and companies together merrily and constituted hundreds of people attending your engagement party you didn’t really know.

Your friends were excited, over-the-moon you bagged a man like Taehyung and chastised you for not having told them about your engagement to him earlier. Your relatives similarly scolded you, pinching your cheeks and praising Taehyung like he was a God while they scrunched their noses at you for concealing him.

How could I tell you when I didn’t even know myself?, you thought.

It was funny they praised your ‘choice’ of a fiancé, positive nobody was saying the same to Taehyung without at least lying. The public only knew of you as your father’s daughter, never having seen you due to your vehement absence from anything remotely related to his company, and much of the business world in general. 

You weren’t part of that world, a world of greed and money-driven lunatics. It just wasn't you. It never suited you, left you with a bad taste in your mouth you constantly grimaced at and thought maybe you were the insane one for not understanding its flavour. As you grew older, however, you came to realize it simply wasn’t the path meant for you, someone who valued the independence and achievement of earning something for yourself, by yourself.

Ever since the inception of that principal, your young teenage self resolved you didn’t want to rely on your father’s wealth, especially not his influence or power to achieve your own place in life.

Your father had worked determinedly hard for years in order to stand as high he does now, warranting your acute admiration for your role model of a father, his now successful architecture business landing him a few buildings part of the Seoul skyline.

And after finally achieving his dream, it suddenly morphed into your own aspiration. His hard work drove you to want your own design part of Seoul’s breathtaking scenery as well, by means of your own effort, your own hard work. You didn’t want your father’s help. It felt wrong, like you were cheating if you used him to gain your place and so you condemned your life to one that separated yours and his. 

So you lived, worked and earned money without any of his influence.

You worked for an average architecture company where you felt comfortable, happy that you were away from the suffocating high-status business of your family. And although your detachment left your identity a mystery to many, your situation on the other hand was an extremely infamous one.

‘The-runaway-heiress’, was your staple trademark. The judgmental comments about your choice of life and the insults it warranted were never-ending, subjected to that criticism all your life.

There was no doubt Taehyung was hearing all of that, people probably warning him to step out of the marriage before it was too late. You weren’t like Taehyung, who was perfect, desirable, someone everyone either wanted or wanted to be. It left you glad and quite frankly, proud to be wedding a man of such caliber and incredibility, though left you wondering why in God’s name he would ever agree to marry someone like you; average, average and well, average.

“That’s your 5th shot, Y/N, slow the fuck down.” Your best friend Hana’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts, snatching the shot glass from your grasp. “It wouldn’t be cool if you were trashed at your own party, dummy.” 

Her sudden appearance brought a smile to your face. “I know, I just don’t feel well.” You sighed by the counter of the bar, seated atop a stool as you circled an empty shot glass mindlessly. 

“I get you, there’s like, hundreds of people here and you’re probably hearing a lot of different shit.” Hana appealed to you, having read your emotions like an open book. “Speaking of people, I wanted to ask, what’s up with Taehyung and his stare?”

You stifled a snort, looking at Hana’s incredulous face. “It’s just a habit of his. He stares at everyone.”

“Okay... sure, but I didn’t mean everyone, I meant you.” Hana emphasized, comically pointing.

You furrowed your eyebrows at her, arm leaning against the bar’s counter as you questioned, “What do you mean?”

“He doesn’t really stop staring at you, which is kinda weird. Unless you like that, I don’t judge people’s kinks.” Hana mockingly held her hands up in surrender, gauging a reaction out of you. 

You instantly grimaced, “It’s not a kink, Hana. Nice joke by the way, wanna sign up for SNL with that one?”

“I’m serious! I’ve been catching him just looking at you and I don’t know if it’s weird or hot.” Hana informed as you became more puzzled, her becoming oddly excited, “Awh, maybe he’s concerned with how much you keep drinking! That’s so romantic.” She chimed, looking off into the distance dreamily.

“Shut the fuck up, he wouldn’t do that.” You smacked her arm, snatching your shot glass back from her. “Besides, you’re one of the rare people who knows this marriage is fake, you know he doesn’t care.”

“Jheez, way to kill romance?” Hana rolled her eyes, smacking your arm in rebuttal before continuing. “I’m serious, though. This may be fake but he really does keep looking at you, and I don’t know what it means.” Hana speculated, contorting her lips as if in thought.

“It means nothing, Hana. You’re just seeing things.”

“Then why has he been staring at you depressed by the bar for the last half an hour?”

You nearly spit out your drink, “What?”

“Are you clueless or just dumb? He’s been talking to someone for 30 minutes but most of the time he’s been looking at you, and he still is, how haven’t you noticed?”

You creased your eyebrows in surprise as you slowly lowered your shot glass. You turned away from Hana to scan the small crowds of people mingling, eating, drinking in the hall.

You searched the room, drink still in hand until your eyes caught tall, dark and handsome in his finely pressed suit, casually standing with a drink in his hand by a table speaking to someone. You nearly jumped when your eyes locked with Taehyung’s, every cell in your body caught off guard.

What made your heart specifically race was the way he didn’t even look away from you. He held your gaze, casually conversing with the person in front of him, eyeing you until he finally cracked a small smirk before turning back to his companion.

Your eyebrows practically shot up to the sky.

“See, weird or hot? Am I even allowed to say hot?” Hana blurted as she reveled in your reaction. “And you really thought I was joking. You don’t believe anything I say, I could tell you the world’s ending and you wouldn’t believe me. I could tell you aliens finally invaded the planet and you wouldn’t believe me until the green motherfuckers knocked on your door themselves and-”

“Hana, shut the fuck up.” You cut her off abruptly and made a face at her. “Why did you even come here?”

“Grumpy, aren’t we?” She flashed you a sarcastic look before sighing. “Your dad wanted me to find you. You and Taehyung have to meet someone important, so you should stop drinking like an alcoholic, dumbass.” Hana informed hastily as she grabbed the shot glass from you and downed it herself.

“Your dad’s by the entrance, go before he gets mad!” She shooed you away, pushing you up until you whisper-yelled and smacked at her to let you go. 

You began stepping towards the entrance, smoothing over your dress and this was the moment you realized you may have drank a little too much. You were quick to reprimand yourself, cursing your unprofessional behavior as your inner equilibrium became slightly woozy, senses drowning out a bit, every sound hazed over with a buzz in your veins.

You sucked in a breath to pull yourself together, knowing your dad valued this person enough you and Taehyung had to meet them together. 

Taehyung.

You decided to glance in his direction, lips pursing seeing he wasn’t in his previous spot. You chose to ignore it, walking along until you felt a looming presence behind you, almost having time to acknowledge it before a hand suddenly touched the small of your back. 

“Looking for me?”

You nearly squealed, jumping with a hand ready to punish before calming down at the sight of Taehyung, sighing with relief. “Jheez, could you use my name? I thought you were a stranger.” 

“Well, hello to you too.” Taehyung quipped sarcastically. “And why would a stranger touch your back? Of course it’d be the only man in this room marrying you.” Taehyung narrowly eyed you, scrutinizing your reaction with his hand still pressed to you.

“People do a lot of whatever the hell they want, Taehyung.” You responded turning away from him, heels clacking as you continued to pace towards where your father stood. “W-why’d you do that, anyway?” 

Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows. “Because we’re engaged?”

“It’s not real, though.”

“It’s as real as it gets.” Taehyung finalized, making it a statement to smile at everyone you passed, to which you realized just how many pairs of eyes glued themselves to you. “This may not feel like a real marriage to us, but to the rest of the world it is.” 

He then suddenly leaned himself down to your height and lowered his tone, breath just ghosting your ear. “Y/N, we have to make this seem real, it’s the only way we’ll survive.” Taehyung was the closest he’s ever been to you, and the deep baritone of his voice as he called your name did absolutely nothing but manifest butterflies in your chest. 

Why was his voice so deep?

You shook the thought out of your head, ultimately choosing not to say anything because he was in fact, correct. You grinned widely continuing to mask the truth of your arrangements, leaning into him more as you settled for his hand on your back.

You’d noticed it before, but his hand felt particularly large against you now that he was so close. You glanced at his other hand resting by his side, impressed by how masculine they appeared; long fingers with running veins and a roughness to them, sculpted so well you were sure they deserved to be referred to as art. It tickled your giddy side for a second when they seemed to perfectly contrast your more feminine and smaller hands. 

It was kinda cute. 

You neglected your thoughts once you neared your father, warm-heartedly conversing with a well-dressed man you just about recognized. 

“Ah, there you both are!” Your father cheered, reaching out his arm so he could envelop you in a side-hug, returning Taehyung’s bow and addressment.  

“Dad, I heard you wanted us to meet someone?” You perked up in a superficial tone, at least attempting to act as though everything was fine and dandy in your life; maybe owing it to the alcohol to endure all the falsehoods.

“Yes, Y/N-ie, I wanted you to meet Mr. Won. Chang-in, my lovely daughter and whom I guess you already know, her fiancé and CEO of Kim Enterprises, Kim Taehyung.” Your father proudly presented you both.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Won, Kim Taehyung.” Taehyung was the first to address the man, extending his hand and bowing as he greeted him. You were almost taken aback by how polite he could be, the way his charming smile graced his features and attractively displayed his perfect teeth. His manner of speech and etiquette were all refined with a high degree of professionalism as well, internally gawking at his duality.  

Wasn’t he acting all entitled with you just now? 

“Nice to meet you as well!” You collected yourself and cheered, a little baffled as to why Taehyung still rested his hand against your back. “I’m hoping my father has only said good things.” You earned a laugh from the group, Mr. Won responding by receiving your hand with a firm shake. 

“Ah, Namhyun, you forgot to mention how beautiful your daughter has grown, and your future son-in-law has me jealous! What a handsome and accomplished young man, the perfect match, the two of them.” Mr. Won praised you both kindly.

You and Taehyung both smiled and thanked him humbly, feeling some heat collect in your cheeks upon Mr. Won’s words. You two? The perfect match? Unless he believes a rock and a Greek statue belong together, then he’s absolutely correct. 

Other than that, you chest swarms with butterflies thinking you’re now referred to as ‘two’. 

Taehyung for some odd reason encircles the curve of your waist suddenly, pulling you closer to him. You last minute sputter at the intimate action before leaning into him, one arm nervously encasing his torso as the other rests against his chest. 

You feel him tense underneath you. 

“Aish, you’re such a flatterer. Y/N-ie, do you remember Mr. Won? My friend from university? You haven’t seen him in a while.” Your father rested a hand on your shoulder, trying to jog your memory. 

“Oh, you mean Mr. Won from SNU?” You suddenly remembered, looking to your father for confirmation. 

“Yes, so you do remember!” 

“Of course I do, how could I forget!” You smiled brightly and returned your gaze to the familiar man. “Mr. Won used to sneak me ice cream when you wouldn’t let me have any, Dad.” You scolded him with a playful jab to his arm, inviting more laughter. “I apologize for not recognizing you right away, it’s been a long time, Mr. Won, forgive me.” You solemnly apologized, Mr. Won giving you a look of understanding. 

“Ah, forget it, Y/N. Don’t worry about it, although since it’s been a long time I hope you remember my son? He should be here somewhere..” Mr. Won trailed as his eyes fished over the grand hall, scanning around. 

“Your son..” You repeated to yourself, realizing there was a familiar connection itching at your mind, he was your age actually-

Wait. 

Oh God, not him. 

Anything but him. 

You felt raw panic seep into the spaces between your ribs, your chest filling with a constricting feeling of anxiety you couldn't shake off. Your heart picked up speed and the alcohol coursing through your veins didn’t help your judgement or memory at all, mind fogged over with the poison we dare call alcohol.  

You felt stupid, so utterly stupid. How could you forget Mr. Won and who his Godforsaken son was? 

You felt an anxiety attack riddling you, shifting your weight on your feet as you tried to bite back your uneven breathing. You just couldn’t see this man, especially in a situation where you were standing next to your husband-to-be. 

Taehyung wasn’t so invested in the conversation before him, mindlessly nodding along before he felt you physically freeze next to him, his glance to the side confirming your pale look, watching as your panicked eyes faltered to the floor and revealed... fear? 

He registered your odd shifting and your failed attempts at plastering a smile, confused if you knew this guy and if you did, why were you freaking out so much?

Were you in love with him or something? 

The thought minutely bugged him until he watched you turn straight up uncomfortable, horrified when Mr. Won called out his son’s name. 

“Kiseok-ah! Come here!” 

You stopped breathing when you heard the name, eyes going wide as you avoided eye contact with anyone in the group, but caught Taehyung’s undivided attention. He grew curious when Kiseok sauntered over to the group, your hand on his chest suddenly squeezing his suit as the mysterious man greeted everyone respectfully.

Taehyung watched as his intrigued eyes locked on you, eyebrows perking up amusedly as his lips curved into a smile Taehyung honestly couldn’t admit to liking. 

“Y/N? Wow, long time no see. It’s been what, a year?” The man Kiseok called out happily, like there was absolutely no problem occurring here but as Taehyung felt your hand clutch onto his suit, lips just about quivering before you forced a smile, he knew there was most certainly a problem. 

“Yeah.” Your voice was weak, small, and Taehyung found himself wondering how a courageous person like you was all of a sudden cowering. 

He’d heard it all night, all the accounts of your other life away from the business world. He wasn’t going to lie, he heard a multitude of opinions concerning you, many of which including either looking down on you or telling Taehyung there’s many other, more powerful women in business he could’ve been marrying instead. 

But Taehyung didn’t care for their opinions, he found you the most powerful woman he could ever marry, and agreed to do so because of that very prospect. Sure, you were estranged from the business scene and practically abandoned any role you’d play in your father’s company in order to pursue your own personal aspirations, but if anything, Taehyung found it highly commendable. 

Taehyung knew it took guts to do what you did, a bold and daring act that no other heir or future heir of a wealthy company could ever think of doing, including himself. 

What he found to appreciate most was your unwillingness to give in, where you had to have heard all the back-handed and snobby comments, yet you still held your head up high, remained rooted and adamant in keeping your current way of life. It instantly signaled to him you were courageous, fearless, unable to be stopped in your tracks.

So when he watched you become smaller and smaller the more you stood in the vicinity of this Kiseok, he knew something was sincerely wrong. 

“Ah yes, it’s been quite some time. Why don’t we step away from you three? You could do some catching up.” Your father urged as he motioned Mr. Won to step away with him. You lightly addressed them only to have your hands neglect Taehyung entirely and start fidgeting, attempting to calm your nerves as the alcohol inebriated your system and magnified your anxiety by tenfold. 

“Ah, yes, Kim Taehyung, CEO of Kim Enterprises. I’ve been meaning to meet you.” Kiseok extended his hand as his voice irked you with every syllable, trying your best to seem like absolutely nothing was wrong. 

Taehyung reached out his hand in response uneagerly, giving a small shake while wondering why you let him go. “That’s news to me, nice to meet you.” Taehyung responded, already feeling an intense aura of discomfort and tension between you both, sensing he was missing out on something that seemed 6 ft deep. 

“Likewise. Y/N..” Kiseok suddenly turned towards you, making you wince. You painted on your smile as you lifted your vision. “Kiseok.” 

“How’ve you been?” 

“Better than ever. You?” 

“Marvelous, just wondering what your life’s looked like since I haven’t been in it.”

“I believe I said better than ever, didn’t I?”

Kiseok scoffed unamused, “So a year, huh? In all that time you suddenly found yourself a fiancé, and Kim Taehyung at that?” Kiseok seemed to be making light-hearted conversation to anyone outside of your group, though you knew deep down the hostility behind his words.

“Yeah, I did. It just happened.” You shrugged, gaining the confidence to counter him. “And you? Plan on putting a ring on any of your girls? Maybe the 5th or 7th one you liked?” You sarcastically questioned, furrowing your brows in mock contemplation. 

“No, you know I’ve always had my eye on one girl when it came to marriage.” Kiseok eyed you knowingly, purposefully, like he was trying to make it obvious.

You snorted and glared at him, “If I remember correctly, your attitude said otherwise.” hatred began boiling under your skin. You felt yourself growing angrier by the second, memories between you two coming back in flashes. You didn’t even realize you were shaking until Taehyung’s hand suddenly entangled with yours, pulling you towards him almost defensively. 

You were surprised, looking at your connected hands and back up at Taehyung. He returned your look, peering down at you as he smiled warmly, affectionately. 

“I’m sorry, Kisook? Was it? My future wife and I have plans for tonight. May you excuse us?” Taehyung didn’t even let Kiseok respond before he was pulling you away, in complete shock at his first lack of manners you’d ever seen. You were only left to watch Taehyung as he lead you along, gaining the timely opportunity to realize he was taller than Kiseok, and in fact significantly taller than you. 

Taehyung was a large man in general, you noticed. His shoulders looked broad from behind, accentuated by the fit of his suit which also emphasized the expanse of his chest, tastefully exposing his sculpted neck. His legs were long, proportioned perfectly in accordance with the rest of his model-like figure, which was ideally fit and contained just the right amount of muscle. 

Dear God, you took your time with this one. 

You didn’t even realize Taehyung had pulled you into a secluded hallway or that you were ogling him when he suddenly stopped, turning in your direction and snapping you out of a near fever dream. 

Yeah, alcohol was not a good idea tonight. 

“Who the fuck was that?” 

“What?”

“That douche, who was that?” Taehyung inquired slightly pissed, in need of the asshole’s identity after watching whatever shitshow he didn’t pay for. 

“Nobody, Taehyung, he shouldn’t concern you.” You looked away from him, pouting in a way that made Taehyung momentarily notice the plush of your lips. 

Again?, was all he could think, first, your mother, and now this guy? Just how many people did you have bad connections with and he needed to ignore? 

Why were there so many intricate pieces to you? 

“Are you kidding me? He concerns me now, your mother I can understand but this guy? Nothing to me. I could step on him.” Taehyung proclaimed confidently and stood up broader, conviction written all over his face.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his remark, resembling the thought you had earlier. “I was just thinking, you’re a lot taller than him.” 

Taehyung couldn’t help but bite back a smile, watching you giggle like a shy high schooler and his ears gladly welcomed the soft sound. “Damn straight I am.” He adjusted the jacket of his suit suavely. It was then he remembered what his other hand was doing; still holding yours. 

His eyes suddenly gleamed with mischief. 

He squeezed your hand a little tighter and yanked you towards him, bodies just centimeters apart as you crashed into him, all up in each other’s personal space.

Your eyes widened in complete surprise. 

 “So you were thinking about me, huh?” Taehyung teased with a stupidly lowered tone, a smug grin decorating his face. 

You ignored the electricity shooting through you, rolling your eyes and playfully sneering at him. “Shut up, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see you’re taller.” You forced space between you two and tried snatching your hand from him, but his grip transformed into an iron lock. 

“Says the one who was thinking about me.” 

“Taehyung, shut-” You almost huffed out but as soon as you stepped away, your copious consumption of alcohol suddenly attacked you all at once, vertigo making you lose your balance until Taehyung reached out to steady you. 

“Jheez, did you have to drink tonight?” Taehyung chastised you as you fell into him, head spinning with disorientation and growing flimsier by the second. “You’re probably a lightweight at your size.”

“I am not a lightweight. You don’t even know how much I drank, it was a lot.” You bit back in rebuttal, hooking onto his taut forearms as he supported you. 

“But I did see.” He voiced barely above a whisper, causing you to snap your vision up at him incredulously. “What?” 

“Nothing, it shouldn’t concern you.” Taehyung mocked, though still tried to fix you onto your own footing.  

You didn’t even get to scrutinize him further when you felt another round of dizziness plague you, balance faltering again. Taehyung huffed out and finally flanked you on his side, arm encasing your shoulders as he adjusted you. “Okay Miss I’m-Not-A-Lightweight, you should eat something.” He fit you beside him, beginning to walk you towards the main hall. 

Taehyung in this moment didn’t understand what he was doing, utterly clueless as to what was fueling his actions. He was uncertain why he found himself.. caring? He didn’t even know you, yet he couldn’t help but become a little concerned when he watched you down drinks like it was New Year’s Eve. 

How can all that alcohol fit into one tiny person?

What was he even thinking when he dragged you away from that Kisuk guy? Why did he feel like protecting you all of a sudden? A near sense of possessiveness? He wasn’t even your real husband. 

It started giving Taehyung a headache. This was all strange, a foreign concept he wasn’t familiar with and he didn’t know if it was the result of his considerate personality or only manifested solely because of you.

The same way Taehyung dealt with his inner turmoil, you dealt with yours; you were always so adamant on independence though ironically found yourself leaning on Taehyung.

Oddly, you let him carefully guide you back into the hall with no protests. 

It was the day of the wedding. 

You wish you could recall your emotions throughout the day, certain there would be at least a sliver of a positive one. Though as you remained unmoving, nearly catatonic, unresponsive to your surroundings, you knew there wouldn’t be a single happy memory in the tsunami of sorrow that attacked you today. 

Emotions of grief plagued consistently as you realized the loss of everything you valued most in your life. Your happiness, your freedom, your ability to choose. The stripping of all those bundled into an stifling wad in your chest that left you in a perpetual state of wanting to cry.

The sting in your heart when you realized your mother didn’t bother to come, the excruciating smile you forced onto your features when Taehyung’s mother delicately placed the veil atop your head, the secret tears you shed after adorning your body with a wedding dress you didn’t even choose; it all left you internalizing feelings of utter agony. 

And none of it was your real choice. 

Even the flowers at the wedding weren’t your favourite. 

This day was horrifying. You couldn’t believe you prided yourself on your independence, refusing to give in despite numerous challenges and never taking a word of what anyone said to you. Even when someone begged you to change or come back to your old life, you always chose for yourself. You never allowed someone to push you around, seldom coerced into anything solely based on the wishes of another. 

Yet here you were, standing just before the grand doors of a wedding you never asked for, having easily followed every word of your father’s and sacrificed your deepest principles in order to make him happy, to appease and live up to his expectations that weren’t your own. 

It was utterly frightening, appalling. As if you had lost the one true commendable feature of the intricate character you were, suddenly lost the acclamation of others even if they didn’t know the true nature of your marriage. 

But what disgusted you the most was truly, that you had lost respect for yourself. 

These grim thoughts were the ones that attached themselves to you as you hesitantly hooked your arm with your father’s. You used every ounce of strength to not flee, to remain here, to still walk down that isle with your head held high like you always have despite abandoning every foundation of the character you’d spent years working on.  

You didn’t care that your eyes watered, masking them with the facade of happy tears from the blushing bride. You didn’t care when your father looked incredibly concerned and wondered what was so wrong, you didn’t care how sorrowful you may have appeared to anyone at this ironically glamorous event. 

Though what you did care for was that you couldn’t hold your head up as you walked down the isle, vision fixated on the ground as your tears betrayed you, spilling out at the traumatizing feeling of not being able to stand tall like you always did, something stripping you of your self-reassurance, your strength, your confidence.  

It all spelled the requiem of your soul as you reached the end, dwelling in the impossibility this was happening to you until you felt the touch of Taehyung’s fingertips, guiding you up the stairs. It was then confirmed to you this was in fact real, part of your new reality you had no choice but to accept. 

You suddenly felt eternal gratitude for the veil that now covered your face, hiding the tears you cried at mourning the loss of everything you worked for.

While the priest’s words were read, you didn’t exchange a single look with Taehyung, knowing you’d only want to evaporate into the air, to run away at light speed or have someone in a turn-of-events suddenly take your life, just so you didn't have to face the humility of giving up the life you’d spent blood, sweat and tears building if you looked him in the eye. 

You felt the weight of your unknown future crushing you, pushing you towards the precipice as you gripped Taehyung’s hands harder to ground yourself. 

You were to rely on Taehyung, to share a bond with him you had never spent time cultivating, expected to live a life next to him while never being able to truly understand him, know him, love him. The natural process of falling in love now tainted with the coercion of a pressurized marriage, losing the opportunity to achieve any true sense of love. You’d never experience finding the one anymore, your soulmate, the other end of your red string of fate. 

That realization made your tears spill harder, disconnecting your hand from Taehyung’s to prevent your choked sobs becoming audible, holding your palm against your quivering lips. 

To anyone beyond you and Taehyung, it would look as though you were crying tears of happiness, joyously weeping at your matrimony with the love of your life, though as Taehyung felt the shaking of your hands, your refusal to meet his gaze as you reluctantly walked down the isle, the agonizing pain he could see through the sheer of your veil, he knew you were far from happy. 

He couldn’t help but purse his lips together tightly, knowing you were probably swallowing insurmountable torment down your throat because of this marriage, and tears pricked at his own eyes finding himself able to relate. 

He wasn’t just upset for you or himself, it was the entire situation, quite frankly the fucking world. The fact that the universe planned this as your destiny, his destiny, that the happiness of your parents and two companies came at the expense of both yours and his.

He knew you didn’t hate him, that he wasn’t the reason just as much as you weren’t the reason either, it was the arbitrary nature of the arrangement. That whatever version of true love and happily ever after you and Taehyung had separately dreamed of, it could never come to life. 

Even if the company meant everything to Taehyung, his CEO position more important than whatever position he’d play as some husband, seldom having time to consider love and relationships, he still harboured the same wants and desires any human would. A partner, a companion he truly loved with whom he’d start a family eventually, create a life for them and himself defined by love and comfort.

Though Taehyung only knew now you would both die with your decision-making capabilities robbed of you, bound to each other forcibly without the ardor of real love. 

Taehyung’s every thought was proven correct when the two of you exchanged your vows in near strangled chokes and shaky tones, appearing as happy emotions to the guests of the wedding though only you two knowledgeable of each other’s suffering. 

Your vision finally met Taehyung’s once you heard the rawness in his voice, your miserable emotions doubling when you registered he was just in the same pain as you. It was in that moment the priest’s words became audible and rang loud in both your ears, suddenly grounding you two to earth and reminding you of your reality. 

“You may kiss the bride.”

Both of your eyes grievously locked for a moment of horrified realization; that you were seconds away from going through with this, throwing each other’s lives away for the utilitarian benefit, abandoning any sense of choice in whom you both would spend a lifetime with.

Taehyung swallowed thickly as he removed your veil, feeling his eyes fill with tears again when he laid them upon your utterly devastated, tear-stained face. You were using every nerve in your body to stop yourself from sobbing and caving into the ominous thought of fleeing the ceremony.  

Taehyung’s sight wondered to your lips as they still quivered, nearly swollen red at the intensity in which you bit them, awaiting the kiss you were certain would be filled with frustration and hatred, hatred for the mud you were dragging him through, hatred for pressuring him into suddenly valuing something more than his work and his company, to suddenly become a husband to you. 

Though as he watched the terror flashing through your eyes, tears watering your lash line, he knew he could never feel anything so ardently negative towards you, remembering exactly what he was stripping you of. 

The life you built on your own, defying any and everyone’s expectations of yourself, cursing your heir status to hell, your strength, your independence. Now? Your life was bound to his, bound to one where you were obliged to sacrifice yourself for your father’s company and the upper class cesspool you’d spent so long trying to run away from. 

So as Taehyung began closing the gap between you two, nearing your shaking figure, he resolved he wouldn’t make this hard. He would try, try to accept that his life now entailed you, would try to work towards the balance his father insisted he needed, try to understand that you were now part of his priorities and could never simply ignore you.  

He glided his thumbs against the back of your hands that held his pacifyingly, leaning down until he was just inches from your lips as you squeezed your eyes shut. He unexpectedly spoke quietly, meaningfully, seconds away from sealing the deal of an uncertain future, though, remained certain of this one thing. 

“I’ll take care of you, Y/N, I promise.” And he kissed you in a single breath, no haste, no pressure, only the gentle touch of his lips as they met yours, soft and light. 

Maybe Taehyung didn’t know the exact feelings behind his promise, but he knew the meaning; that no matter the arrangement, the non-existent feelings, the loss of choice, he would at least take care of you like any husband would, a good husband.  

He at least owed you that.  

You were left shocked at the nature of his kiss, Taehyung’s warm lips connecting with yours tenderly. You were convinced the tears you saw in his eyes were enough to assert he hated this, frustrated he had to sell his soul, wishing to only rush the kiss so he could call it a day and ignore you for the rest of his life. 

Though what you never expected was the promise he made, or the way he kissed you with such intimacy you found yourself melting into his touch, reciprocating. He kissed you like you were fragile, locking your lips in a way that solidified his promise, as if out of all the empty vows you spoke today, this was the one, true vow he would keep. His lips felt plush against yours, catching his mouth just a little more before the bittersweet disconnection. 

You and Taehyung exchanged a poignant look, small smiles decorating both your faces with a mutual understanding swimming in your eyes as you gripped each other’s hands. You let his promise permeate the air between you two, finding solace in his words as the applause of everyone attending the ceremony filled the hall.   

Maybe it was the warm way Taehyung always pressed his hand to the small of your back when you spoke to others the whole night, maybe the way he veered you away from excessive amounts of alcohol with a light-hearted scolding considering that last time you drank, or maybe even the way he gently held you during your first dance..

Maybe it was all these considerate, kinds act that made you view Taehyung in a less negative light and rather a favourable one, that maybe he wouldn’t be the asshole CEO you’d first accused him of being.  

You would also be an idiot to not mention how completely and utterly handsome he was, looks carved by the Greeks themselves, quite possibly the hottest, most attractive man you’ve ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. 

And maybe all that accumulated into your assured opinion that when it came to consummating your marriage with Taehyung, you’d have no qualms or worries whatsoever. You would be absolutely willing, ready to take the night on and maybe even have some fun for yourself with whom you could tell was a really, really nice guy.

Though as Taehyung walked calmly in front of you towards your hotel suite, reaching into his suit pocket for the card key he’d retrieved at the front desk to swipe against the lock, your chest clogged with a crushing feeling of anxiety you couldn’t subdue. 

These weren’t the same nerves of maybe being not pretty enough, body insecurities or fear of what to expect from Taehyung, no, these nerves came from the utter panic of having to experience sex with another man.

Especially since your last partner. 

It always started with your permission, that wasn’t the issue, Though what left you afraid, so utterly frightened with the thought of spending a night with a man like this came from the treatment you received from that partner. 

Safe to say, you weren’t treated kindly. Far from that, actually, you were treated as though you had no needs or were a means of simple use. Your last partner was the opposite of giving, he was selfish, self-absorbed and only concerned himself with his own pleasure, going on and on only until he was satisfied and neglected you in every sense of the word, sometimes even refusing to listen to you if you protested. 

To make matters worse, he wasn’t faithful. 

You knew he slept around, a lot, it was the number one reason you never agreed to actually date him, never make things official. 

But the reason you would end up sleeping with him was because of the most perfectly imperfect concept among the human race; love. You believed every time with him was a new chance to make that love real, that it was the genuine manifestation of your feelings for one another, thinking maybe he wasn’t the asshole he always portrayed himself as and could man up enough to love you unconditionally. 

And he completely reeled you in, made you fall in love too quickly and made you believe he was capable of love. This grew exponentially when you were often described as ‘the different one’, the one he always came back to, that you were special. You clung onto those words as much as you could, convinced each time you were in fact the one for him, that maybe one day, he���d wake up and abandon his fuckboy lifestyle and mature.

But everyday that went by, every promise that was never fulfilled, every word that wasn’t met with an action, and especially after every hook up that resulted in nothing new, you began to understand you were everyone’s favourite role in a Shakespearean play. 

The fool. 

You were a joke to believe anything he said, the most naive person on earth to think you were any different from the others, when every night simply ended in rough fucks, virtually no orgasm and miniscule aftercare.

It left you essentially scarred, traumatized that every man in the world was built like this. It didn’t help that whenever you look back, many of your ex partners were of the same cut, the same trope of assholes that don’t seem as bad but end up being exactly so. 

It was what made you swallow thickly as Taehyung opened the door to the suite, holding it open as he moved aside to let you enter first. You walked forward and unintentionally brushed against him, realizing how much smaller you were in comparison to him all over again. 

He towered over you, and it made you more nervous. 

You looked up at him momentarily and quietly thanked him as you stepped inside, setting your sights on the large, king sized bed situated on one side of the room, a lounging area with couches to the other side which lead to a bathroom. Seoul’s breathtaking skyline was visible in the dark of the night through wall-to-ceiling windows opposite to you, covered by flowy, sheer curtains. 

You took a deep breath, trying to remind yourself Taehyung was not the same. Not all men are the same, you can’t inflict the mistakes and wrongdoings of one man onto another, categorize them into one kind. You wanted to think this way, and you knew it was the humane way to think. 

But as the memories of those heart-aching nights filled your head, the empty words, the lack of care or concern, the neglect, the feelings of pure abandonment and use only caused your heart to beat profusely in your chest, clutching onto the neckline of your dress to breathe. 

What if Taehyung really was no different?

It then suddenly hit you you didn’t know him. All you knew of Taehyung was that he was a fiercely successful business man, sitting atop Seoul’s most prestigious with Godly looks and a stare that could kill a man. You remembered your initial feelings about him; his stare in fact intimidated you, quite frankly all of him intimidated you, he was the epitome of perfection and you were far from that very notion. It left you thinking you didn’t measure up, and that he could view you in a dissimilar light than you viewed him; an unfavorable one. 

He could simply not want you, but is forced to.  

You’d observed his kind behavior and actions over the odd two days you met him, though that was exactly the inculpatory factor; you had only met him twice. You didn’t know what he would be like alone, when it was just the two of you, when there weren’t eyes scrutinizing him and cameras snapping shots of his every move. 

You didn’t know how he would be like in the bedroom, either. 

Your mind raced as you conflicted with yourself, trying to understand that Taehyung could be different, though apprehensive with the miniscule knowledge you actually had of him. 

You discerned after that last asshole of a partner you needed the love and care of a real partner, someone who would tend to your needs, adore you in the midst of their actions, be a giver and not just a receiver.  

And you didn’t know if Taehyung would be that partner. 

“Y/N...” Taehyung called out to you rather softly as he removed his suit jacket, the rustling of the cloth signaling he had indeed done so. His footsteps were hard to miss, the soles of his shoes sounding against the hardwood floor as he neared your lonesome figure standing in the middle of the room. 

Your breathing quickened with nearly every step he took, attempting to resolve the civil war you were battling within. You were trying to convince yourself Taehyung would be a nice man, a nice husband; though couldn’t help but feel deflated by the fact it was all mainly coerced out of him.

Your thoughts overwhelmed you as Taehyung finally stood behind you, mere inches from your back as he watched you from behind, unbeknownst of any feelings or thoughts currently riddling you.

He hesitated, though gently placed his hand against your bare arm, the sudden warmth of his hand against your skin causing you to flinch. He peered down at your smaller self squarely focusing in front of you, anticipating your response. He grew slightly soft when you tentatively looked over your shoulders, clearly teary-eyed. 

Taehyung couldn’t miss how scared you seemed, and he his heart inexplicably stung at the thought you were afraid of him. 

“We don’t have to do this.” Taehyung’s voice was low and resembled warm honey, reverberating in a way that made you ease up. 

You worked towards a stable voice. “W-we don’t?” 

“No, we don’t” His voice held no disappointment, only the intention of seemingly wanting to assure you, firm and oddly comforting. 

“I’m sorry, Taehyung. I’m really sorry.” It was hard to keep your tone leveled, clutching your hand over your mouth as you swallowed your emotions. 

“Don’t be sorry, there’s nothing for you to apologize for.” 

You strangely felt the desire to hold his hand that rested against you, though you ignored the urge and simply stepped out of his touch, clutching your chest tightly in an effort to cower away from him. But it was here you suddenly remembered that he kissed you, and the way he did so. 

It made your cheeks fill with a rosy blush. 

“Do you mean that?” You’d finally turned to meet his eyes, his face only visible by the moonlight illuminating the room. He seemed to have retracted his hand and stood with both tucked in his pockets, relaxed. 

This became the first time you noticed just how ravishing he looked tonight. 

His dark hair was slicked back loosely and left enough pieces to fall as a comma, graciously exposing his forehead, his Tom Ford suit attractively hugged his model-like body, watch and accessories accentuating his expensive look. 

His features were casted over by soft lighting, somehow adding to his beauty as the glow made him appear... less intimidating, dare you say warm or inviting. 

His expression was funnily enough, one that you could actually read. He held no contempt, no impatience or anger, only a hint of consideration as his calm eyes looked at you. His face may have been predominantly blank, void of a smile, though certainty held a form of reassurance.  

“Of course I do, why would I do anything with an unwilling person?”

You scoffed lightly, “Not a lot of people would say that.” Your eyes faltered from Taehyung’s and clutched yourself tighter, expression completely telling of trauma.

Taehyung instantly picked up on it, eyebrows slightly furrowing at your words though softening once registering their weight. He felt an overwhelming sense of apology take him, thinking of his next sentence before his mind oddly flashed back to the night of the engagement party.

“Y/N, did Kiseok..?” Taehyung trailed hesitantly. 

You winced at his line of thinking, “No, no...not what you’re thinking,” you immediately denied. “Just, shitty experiences.”

“Shitty, as in...?”

“As in only seeking self-satisfaction, neglect, lies, infidelity. Can we go to sleep?” You deflected with a heavy sigh and a hand at your temple, the day’s events catching up to you.

Taehyung nodded in agreement, “Yeah, sleep. We both need that.” His eyes then landed on the bed, registering even if it were large enough you two could sleep apart, he still opted for caution. 

“Um.. you can take the bed, by the way. I’ll sleep on the couch-”

“No, don’t do that.” You replied quickly. “I can’t sleep on a king-sized bed all by myself, it’s huge.” You side-eyed the massive mattress and laughed a little, lightening the heavy aura casted over the room. 

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to be uncomf-”

“Don’t worry, Taehyung. You don’t make me feel uncomfortable.” You smiled at him lightly and received a small one from him, both your eyes mirroring the same sense of understanding you exchanged at the altar. 

“I’ll let you wash up first, your overnight bag should be in the bathroom closet.” Taehyung informed, pointing towards the direction of your things. 

“Thank you.” You voiced with an amount of warmth that made Taehyung want to genuinely smile, though crushed the weird urge and nodded agreeably instead.

You began walking away from him until a nuisance suddenly occurred to you, cursing yourself as you came to a full stop. “Um, Taehyung.. I forgot but could you..?” You angled your back towards him to call out to the ribbons tying the back of your dress, knowing you would’ve taken 20 years just to untie your bodice yourself. 

The fact that you weren’t looking directly at Taehyung made him feel relieved, glad he wouldn’t embarrass himself with the his eyes slightly widened. He was quick to reprimand himself, it’s just a woman’s dress, why the hell are you shocked? 

Taehyung swallowed dryly before replying, “Uh, yeah I’ll--I’ll do that.” He walked towards you sparingly and positioned himself behind you.

He’d noticed it before, but you were relatively small compared to him in size and it continued to poke at his brain, maybe even momentarily think it was cute. 

Cute? When have I ever found a girl cute?

Taehyung exhaled before his hands carefully made for the silk ribbons, his tentative fingers fiddling with the ties until he eventually began loosening each one. He started unlooping your bodice, breathing out considerably when each loop began exposing your back inch by inch.  

Taehyung’s sweet, hot breath fanned your skin, tensing each time as your every nerve went haywire feeling just how close he was. His slender fingers brushed against your bare skin here and there, making heat collect in your face.

You grew even hotter when your kiss with him suddenly crept back into your mind, unknowing of the reason why excitement and electricity shot throughout your body because of it. The way his soft, full lips met yours, mouthed at you tastefully repeated in your head, making you extremely nervous at how much a measly kiss from him was occupying your mind; it was just a kiss. 

Taehyung found himself tensing by the intimacy of the moment, remembering the way he so boldly kissed you. He found that he liked the plush of your lips, the way he had to bend down to your smaller height to lock lips; and it made him feel strange. 

How the hell was he taking interest in something other than his work? No, this isn’t interest, Taehyung thought, and would spend however long denying it. 

He’d finished the task throughout all his thinking, unrealizing of how proximal he was to you. He oddly hated that the moment was over, coming back down to Earth.

“There you go.” He cleared his voice and stepped away from you. 

You held your bodice up against your chest, realizing Taehyung had a full-access view of your back and you grew 10x hotter. You gulped at the thought before hastily turning around to thank him, quickly disappearing into the bathroom for a moment of reprieve. 

You shut the door and instantly breathed out a breath you didn’t remember holding, looking at your hot mess of a face in the mirror trying to cool down, reliving the last 10 minutes of what just happened. 

You took a deep breath. 

Maybe Taehyung is different after all. 

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[needleandhammer]

From Simmer to Score

Pairing: Soft!Curtis Everett x Reader

Summary: Curtis is good with his hands. And other stuff.

Warnings: 18+ only, explicit, smut, oral sex, penetration, fingering, dub con breeding, unprotected sex, breeding kink sort of, size kink, petite!reader, Curtis' fingers

Word count: 4k

A/N: This doesn't really fit the prompt i chose from @stargazingfangirl18 's 5k Soft Dark Challenge: "You hire a local handyman to help you with a few home projects." But the prompt still inspired this. I wanted to take the prompt somewhere more explicitly dark but once again my contribution to this challenge turned marshmallow soft. This is an au, non-apocalypse au, normal life au, idk. Just self-indulgent. Also, it was a struggle finding a gif of clean Curtis. Because he's clean in this and not living on a train, i swear.

“Try again. Very good. Let’s have you run through the exercises and then we’ll take a look at the new homework."

At your smile, the little girl nods and quickly turns to concentrate on coordinating her footwork on the pedals of your old Altenberg while reading the notes in front of her.

You back away, heading to the kitchen for some iced tea. You nearly forget your other guest who sits at the table.

This is the third time he’s accompanied Wendy for her lessons. For a man of his size, Curtis makes no sound except the faint swish of pages turning in his book. Like before, he arrived with Wendy, nodded a greeting at you, waited for your invitation to the kitchen, and then spent the entire hour silently reading.

You pull the fridge door open and pour tea into three glasses. You quietly slide one towards him. Curtis’ eyes flicker up to you, brilliantly blue, and he gives you a low murmur.

“Thanks.”

You’re about to return to Wendy when you hear your name in Curtis’ smooth baritone.

He nods to the notepad left on the table. “I, uh, noticed your reminder to call for maintenance. Something wrong?”

“Oh.” You tidy up the table, sheepish at being caught procrastinating house chores. “Just needed a second look at the water heater. The repair company came by and we tested things out when they were done, but the next day I had no hot water.”

You grimace, thinking of taking another cold shower.

“If you’re okay with it, I can grab my tool bag from my car and take a look,” he says.

You’re not prepared for the offer. “I wouldn’t want to impose.”

He shakes his head, no hesitance. “I don’t mind at all. As long as you don’t.”

“I mean. I-I would really appreciate the help.”

Your time with Wendy ends after you review practice goals with her until her next lesson.

Curtis joins you two. “Hot water is running again.”

Your jaw drops and you skip to the kitchen. Hot water pours out of your faucet. You return, unable to resist grinning widely at him.

“Thank you, Curtis. You’re a lifesaver.”

“Curtis taught my dad everything about fixing houses!” Wendy chirped. He offers her a crooked smile.

“Do you have everything?” you ask your young pupil.

While Wendy thanks you and you help her pack, Curtis watches on with a faint curve to his lips.

“Edgar’s changing over to late shifts for the next couple of months. I’ll probably be driving Wendy to lessons again.”

You nod. “Sounds good. See you both then.”

After they leave, you enjoy a glorious steamy shower and then you settle onto your couch with a plate of leftover grilled veggies and fish.

Reviewing your schedule, you consider taking on one or two more students. It was years ago that you gave private lessons to help pay for college. Nearly a decade of moving between a few jobs, you are now in a quiet suburb working with a team of digital designers. The job allows you to work from home half the week, a flexibility you take great appreciation in. The professional stability encouraged you to return to music and to helping others develop their musical interests.

Wendy is your only student at the moment as you want to ease into taking on this additional responsibility. You smile, recalling your initial meeting with Wendy and her father, Edgar. Her father’s bubbly energy is such a stark contrast to Curtis. Edgar opened up quickly, sharing that he and Wendy’s mother were no longer together, that he would support whatever Wendy wanted to do. There was a perpetually youthful vigor to the room when Edgar was present.

Wendy calls Curtis, Uncle, and his adoration for her is clear. He barely said two words when he was here the first time. It doesn’t bother you. You get the impression Curtis purposely tries to not draw attention to himself, and you can empathize with that preference for tranquility.

_ _ _ _

It’s a windy day, heavy with rain clouds, the next time Wendy and Curtis are over.

“I saw your screen door was down. Planning on replacing it?” Curtis asks when you wrap up with Wendy.

“Nah. I was just going to look up what I would need and try fixing it myself.”

“It’s kind of heavy.”

His tone doesn’t imply any skepticism aimed at you and you’re not offended. You’re used to people calling you ‘small,’ though you’re not small so much as you’re short. You like to think you take up ample space. You also admit strength is not something you have in abundance. Your whole life you relied on family and friends for a lot of literal heavy lifting. But Curtis already helped you out once.

“I could fix it up.”

“I won’t ask you to do that.”

“It’s no bother, really. I’m happy to help out.”

He promises to be quick about it. While he works, Wendy happily practices on your piano.

“I have Oreos,” you announce.

She pauses to grab a cookie. “Thank you so much for letting me practice longer.”

“Of course, dear.”

She chats a bit about her upcoming birthday plans, as children are wont to do.

Curtis pops his head in. “All set. Do you want to take a look?”

You follow him out back. Swinging the screen door on its hinges, you nodded appraisingly.

“I suppose it passes inspection.” You look up with a cheeky smile, pleased to see Curtis’ lips twitching. “Thank you. Really, Curtis. I do wish you’d let me pay you.”

He shakes his head. “It’s nothing. Besides, you’re great with Wendy. I’m grateful for that.”

You can tell he loves Wendy just as much as if he was her father. “In that case, I shall give Wendy her next lesson for free.”

He blinks at you, trailing behind as you make your way inside and calling out to Wendy.

Curtis has resigned himself to a quiet, bare life. He doesn't think he wants anything much. He has Edgar’s loyalty, a result of the brotherhood he formed in his impoverished teen years. They survived together, looked out for each other. Once Wendy came along like a little star burning in a smoggy midnight, Curtis counted himself lucky to witness the little girl growing up. A chance to help nourish one seed.

The first time he arrived with Wendy at your home, Curtis couldn’t help listening in on the entire lesson, making no progress in his book. Your clear voice, your generous encouragement. You, light on your feet moving so swiftly. You, barely reaching his shoulders yet mighty in spirit, curvy and sensuous. Curtis had an urge to lift you in his palms to be stored safely in his pocket.

_ _ _ _

And so things follow. Wendy diligently learning and Curtis primarily accompanying her, taking his place at your kitchen table. You come to enjoy his steady, grounding presence just a couple steps away from you and Wendy.

Now and then, he’ll notice some upkeep you’re doing – a leaky faucet, a box of new light bulbs on your counter – and volunteer his assistance. You are reluctant to put him to work, sure that he spends enough of his days working and doing chores in his own home and besides these are tasks you can handle even if you find them tedious. Curtis is always gentle in his offers, always obtains your permission first. As time goes by and you grow less shy about accepting his help and he grows more comfortable in your space, you realize working with his hands is second nature to Curtis.

It doesn't take long for Curtis to admit to himself he wants to be near you.

Curtis doesn’t meddle. He doesn’t mingle. He doesn’t have any interest in widening his social circle. He is aware you thrived on your own for a long time, just like him; and like he has Edgar and Wendy, you have a small close-knit group of friends. Lending a hand to you doesn’t count because you are like him.

Maybe this is why he lets his guard down under your roof. There is something kindred in your calm nature that his soul responds to. Under your roof, no silences need to be filled; no pretenses forced upon him. Your invitation to rest is unspoken – he hears it and almost weeps. The more time he spends with you, like two wavelengths in tune, the stronger his urge to insert himself. To fix, or in some way leave his mark on your home. Curtis doesn’t have any interest in widening his social circle. Lending a hand to you didn't count. Until he cannot help it. He doesn’t reach out for you, doesn’t try to prove you’ll curve perfectly within his arms; but he’ll ensure your softness can curl up in a sturdy home and delight in simple pleasures.

One evening, when Edgar works later than usual, you ask if Wendy and Curtis would join you for dinner.

“Nothing fancy. I have some noodle soup and salad. Curtis, can you call Edgar to meet us here?”

Wendy sets the table. Curtis assists with the food.

He’s quick to cup your hand in his when it's nicked with a knife. You can’t help leaning into him as he runs your finger under water, wraps it in clean paper towel. He finishes with the salad, making you sit at the table.

Edgar joins you all, tired but quickly gaining energy with food and a few sips of wine. You are full and warmed by their company. While Edgar cheers on Wendy while she practices from her book, you feel Curtis’ fingers curl over your hand. His thumb brushes over your cut. You share a smile with him.

_ _ _ _

You settle into your little Toyota only to find it won’t start. It stumps you because you never had issues with this car before. You have no experience with car maintenance and don’t know the first thing to check for an engine that won’t wake.

Calling Curtis to see if you can reschedule, he insists that he can swing by to pick you up.

He had called you, his voice almost shy. He wanted to surprise Wendy for her birthday with a piano and asked for your help.

You direct Curtis to the string instruments shop in the city’s downtown area. The two of you are greeted by a sales staff upon entry. When asked, Curtis looks to you, wordless, so you do your best to describe to the salesperson what you're looking for.

There are several options of acoustic and digital instruments. You give little demonstrations on a few pianos that you consider reasonably priced.

“Curtis, check this one out.” Your hold on his sleeve is loose and propels him towards one of the upright Baldwin pianos.

“I think any of these would suit Wendy. The sounds are clear, and they don’t take up too much space. The salesperson said this one is second-hand and it’s in really good shape.” You press a few chords, then look up at Curtis with a smile.

He looks at you, gaze gentle. “I’m not worried about price. I’ll take whatever you recommend.”

That was his general response when you asked his opinion during your time in the shop: he was up for anything you recommended. Other than that, he trailed behind you so that the salesperson assumed you were the primary purchaser. Much like in your house, Curtis seemed to try hard to not draw attention. Oddly, you didn’t think anyone in the same room with him could help noticing him. Even with the dark apparel he favored, Curtis’ reserved nature can't hide all the intensity and strength just thrumming beneath the surface of his tall imposing build.

You convince him to sit beside you on the bench. He’s never played before, but humors you and tries random combinations of thirds with you. You watch his hands – clean, wide, with thick fingers – hover and slide along the keys.

He nudges you.

“Sorry. I was just impressed your sausage fingers are quite nimble.”

A half-hearted glare. “Thank you. For coming with me.”

“If I say you’re welcome, will you take a look at my car when we get back?”

He stays for dinner.

It starts raining and you have to rush out to gather hanging linens. He helps and you both run back inside. You're giddy at his eagerness to assist, resulting in damp clothing on you both.

“Oh, let’s dump it here. I’ll fold it tomorrow.” You are happy to leave the laundry in a pile on an armchair, in too good of a mood to care.

You catch him with his attention on you, a look so soft you have to look away, walk blindly a few steps. His touch is on your arm, turning you around just as you reach the piano.

He dips his head low to press chapped lips to yours, capturing your lips more, closing in to envelope you in his heat.

Curtis’ hands grip your hips with a quick jostle against the piano, prompting a slur of bright notes ringing from the keyboard that you are pressed against. And then he’s hitching you further up and firmly in his arms. His tongue licks against yours. You slant your open mouth, inviting him to taste, to devour you from the inside out. Your legs wrap around his waist like you belong there, tethered to this point in time. There’s no past or future, only Curtis, only feeling safe and real in his arms now now now.

You barely register Curtis moving, tipping you onto the couch cushions to hover over you so close. You can’t remember burning for someone like this. You can’t remember much of anything, focused on Curtis, solid and unyielding between your thighs, muscles buzzing with raw strength.

You want so badly to know more of him. Your hands wander shamelessly under his shirt, sliding up his wide back, grazing under to squeeze appreciatively at his pecs only to be called south by a narrowing of hair that leads you on until you bump his belt buckle.

You’re distracted by the tease of hot kisses he drops along your neck. There’s something sweet, vulnerable in how you allow him access to the delicate skin there. It makes Curtis bury his nose against the crook of your jaw, a long moment for him to whisper something like a prayer, before his tongue swirls and he nibbles your ear lobe. Your high pitched gasp hastens his desire. Your shirt is gone. Your bra untangled from your arms. Your breasts, oh, Curtis takes a mouthful of one fleshy breast, sucking greedily when you moan, breathless and aching now.

You claw at his shirt until it too disappears. You wriggle to help Curtis pull your pants and underwear off. Your legs want to yank him back to you, but he braces himself to allow just a bit more space between you both than before.

“Let me.” It’s almost a growl, and you want to say yes, but you want to kiss him more. You’re clinging by his neck, drinking from his soft lips, until you both part to draw breath.

His hand caresses your cheek, sliding over to slip two fingers into your slack mouth. Your tongue swipes at them, lips close to suck them in, eager to touch and taste any part of him. Jaw tight, Curtis pulls his fingers away and down. Down. His hand spans large over your curves and you hold your breath, grit your teeth. One finger saturated with saliva, sinks into your cunt. You swear you can feel more arousal dripping from you to soak his hand and he adds another finger, drawing short whimpers from you as his fingers withdraw and plunge in. God, you won’t ever tease him about his fingers again because they’re perfect. Agonizing in their quest to undo you.

His voice is husky groans, wanting so bad to feel your oh so tight cunt around his cock. Soon.

He tortures you, adds a third finger. You’re riding them, whimpering as he pumps them in you and parts the digits to stretch you. His weight slides away and you can only grasp at his hair, you’re barely glimpsing his head between your legs before you arch high when his thick wet tongue swirls and licks your folds, dialing up the white hot blooming inside you. His fingers curl just enough inside to press that patch against your pelvis that strings you tight as a bow. Pressing insistently, scratching with finger pads, until you burst and all you can do is chase more of that pulsing pleasure, humping against his face. Your hips quiver while Curtis laps at your slit.

His sucks grow gentle, thumb teasing your bud, helping you come down from the intense high.

You sigh his name.

“I’m here.”

“I want you.”

His arms wind around you, holding you tight while he kisses you. You can’t remember feeling anything better than being cradled like this as Curtis languidly kisses you.

He’s not rushed to move from you, so you cling to him and he loves you for it. Yes, he’s hard, but he wants to savor this. Already high on the sensation of your soft flesh underneath him, your thick thighs tight at his waist, your quiet hums of pleasure the evidence of his thorough work.

He ran from his past, from early years strife with despair, washing away those memories like dust and grime. He thought his life of isolation was one that moved him forward; but he has been stuck all this time.

Seeing you care for Wendy, Curtis realized he wanted that. He wanted what his friend had. He wanted you, and the precious something conceived between two souls that sing for one another. Soon. He’ll make your sweet little body his to protect, to warm through the nights.

_ _ _ _

“Thanks so much for having us for dinner,” Edgar says. He was been watching Wendy run around your humble backyard, chasing butterflies and searching for little frogs. He turns to you with a toothy grin. “And for your help with the gift. Wendy’s going to flip. I’m lucky to have you and Curtis both around.”

Your smile is just as affectionate. “Happy to have you here. Although,” your smile turns sly, “I’m a little disappointed that your special lady friend didn’t join us.”

“Curtis,” Edgar mutters under his breath. Curtis is washing dishes at the sink and pays no mind to any half-hearted curses directed at him.

Your brow arches, urging Edgar to talk as he can't help an embarassed grin.

“Well, she was traveling for work, unfortunately. But I know Wendy doesn’t mind her.”

The girl has whispered to you that Edgar’s girlfriend is beautiful and she wished she would become her new mom; this you keep to yourself, not wishing to embarrass or pressure your friend further.

“I’m happy to hear that.”

Edgar’s eyes slide sideways, quiet for a moment before he jumps out of his seat and heads to the door leading to the backyard. “I’ll just…uh…” He exits, trailing off without finishing his sentence.

You sigh and take another bite of your cake, indulging in the moist chocolate flavor. Glancing up, you find Curtis watching you. His attention is singular, a warm simmer in those bright blue eyes, causing you to freeze except for your tongue that finishes sweeping over your upper lip. His gaze narrows, grew weighty, tracking your tongue as it retreats into your mouth. He pushes away from the counter, steps close until he is able to drop to his knee beside your chair. One strong yank has your seat turning so you face him.

The door creaks open again.

“Well, the sun’s getting low so I think we’ll head home and wind down.” Edgar announces with his daughter close at his side. He has a boyish grin on his face, pulling Wendy towards the front of your house. "Wendy, say good bye.”

“Isn’t Curtis leaving too?”

“Oh, I’m sure he’ll leave when he’s ready.”

“Have a good night, you two,” you say, walking with them to the front. Though Edgar is still cheerfully thanking you for the meal and insisting you stay inside and not see them off.

“You go on and just have a good time, both of you.” He sends a wink your way. You shake your head at him. “Curtis! You be a gentleman now.”

Quick as he can, he has Wendy secured in the car and they are on their way.

“Huh.” You lock the front door before turning to find Curtis. You can tell he wants to roll his eyes at Edgar’s antics. Instead, he closes in on you.

“Are you worried about me not being a gentleman?” he murmurs. His fingers hook under yours loosely.

You smirk. “I’m worried about you being too much of a gentleman.”

That smolder returns to his gaze. For a second, your body shivers, overwhelmed and you side step him, if only for a moment’s relief from the heat of his eyes.

You reach out. He takes your hand.

Once you’re down a layer, he grows even hotter seeing the mesh and lace number you have on. A tantalizing tease with the hard peaks of your nipples veiled in barely-there maroon. Just daring him to unwrap you. So he does.

His mouth leaves a wet trail seeking sensitive spots on your neck, you breasts, your thighs. Even as he moves, he still covers nearly all of your body, his heat and weight drowning you in want.

Your shudder has him grazing his beard up the inside of your thigh so that you arch and plea for his touch. God, all your uninhibited responses spur the blazing hunger in him. Curtis peels the mesh underwear down, impatient for a taste of you. His mouth waters, catching wafts of arousal and then he’s sucking and lapping your wet pussy. His rumbling groan is like a physical nudge that bows your back, and you remain rigid in the air at the sensation of his thick tongue pushing into you. Wide shoulders part your legs, shifting until your thighs rest on vast muscles.

You rock against him, keen at the hard sucks. Two fingers dip into, fucking you and rubbing with a dizzying rhythm that brings you over the edge.

With little effort, he holds up your hips and you feel a pillow slide under you to angle you higher. Then his muscled arms hook under your knees and he finally lines up and rocks forward. The tip of his cock parts your folds. Your breath hitches. His cock slides in, forcing your walls to stretch, to mold tightly to his girth.

“Curtis” – your hand was going point to the little bedside table with condoms.

Instead, you’re gripping a blanket. Gasping as he withdraws and your pussy tries to hold him in.

You mumble against his lips, incoherent. “The…inside..”

And then he feeds you his length again. And again, that delicious, addicting friction.

"Yes, inside," he agrees softly. "Like this."

With every pump, the spark catches and blazes higher. Curtis rises onto his knees, thrusts harder, watching your eyes flutter open and shut. He’s panting with the pretty picture of a needy you. He grips your thighs. As if his life depends on how tight he clutches you. Concentrating hard, his eyes drop low. Fuck. He can see your pussy clench, your puffy outer lips suckling his cock. Curtis swears your little body is refusing to give him up, and you’re wet but your cunt squeezes him so tight he has to drive harder into you to avoid slipping out.

You’re not even aware of your breathy moans, so turned on by his groans, the rough thrusts he gives you. There’s no grinding. Curtis can tell he’s rubbed against your g-spot and he keeps his snapping hips angled just right, one callused thumb circling your clit too lightly. And then your breaths stutter, your legs seize, your back arches. Curtis grits his teeth, keeping the exact same pace, draws out the storm of your pleasure. It’s so consuming, you lose your voice.

Just as you are able to breathe again, able to sense the physical realm around you, Curtis speeds up, bucking hard with low grunts, powering into you.

A high gasp – you feel him flood you. He drops to press his chest to you, still pumping his release into your clenching walls; and it’s too much, his cock merciless within your sensitive channel. He can’t help it, even as your legs start writhing with his unrelenting stimulation, even as he hears your hitched whimpers.

He finally stills. His lips find yours, tongue stroking deep.

Long moments later, his name is gentle, falling from your lips. “We didn’t use protection.”

Curtis nuzzles you, rubs his nose along the planes of your cheeks. Returns to suck your bottom lip. “It’s okay,” he whispers.

There’s a soft frown upon your brow that he kisses, and then scatters more kisses on your face.

“But, what if?”

“I want you. I want everything with you.”

You’re barely able to react as he nips hard at your collarbone and then rolls his hips. He’s half-hard inside you. You’re quickly losing yourself in Curtis, overwhelmed by the combination of his hungry mouth on your skin, unyielding clasp on your thigh. His thrusts persist, pins you in place, lights you up and scorches you. You’re right where he wants you, whining for more more more.

Now with each beat of his heart, Curtis has his mind’s eye on the prize. He’ll have you over and over. And you’ll grow a piece of him inside you. You are the way forward. You are his.

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A/N: Hurrah, this one felt like it took forever. I blame Curtis. He didn't give himself up to me easily. Let me love you, ya broody boi! Thank you for reading!

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Hi you’ve asked for this and now you’re gonna get it. I want to come visit my boyfriend B. banner in the lab and tease him so badly he almost loses control and then we fuck lol 🖤🖤🖤🖤

Lab Tease

Words: 1679

CW: oral (m receiving), piv sex, little fluffy moments, Bruce calls y/n various sweet pet names.

A/N: Happy 30th Birthday to my dear sweet @ladyinwriting18 . I hope you enjoy your Hulk Smut. I love you dearly! (not beta read or proofread, errors are my own - oops)

Bruce had been spending all of his free time in the lab. You missed your boyfriend. He’d come home late at night, when you were already asleep, and leave before you woke up in the morning. He was so close to a breakthrough on his new project, and you wanted to support him, but you missed him.

You were tired of waiting for Bruce, and too wound up from all those nights alone. It was time to take measures into your own hands. You decided you were going to surprise him at work. You got dressed in his favorite summer sundress of yours, wearing your hair the way he liked, and spritzing your pulse points with perfume - a scent that he had once called “intoxicating.” You were giddy with excitement.

On the drive to the University where Bruce worked, you thought back on the past few weeks alone. You’d wake up when Bruce tried to sneak into bed, his weight shifting the mattress. He’d always apologize for waking you, but you didn’t mind. He’d snuggle in, holding you close and peppering your ear, neck, and shoulders with gentle kisses before passing out from exhaustion. Had he ever noticed the lacy lingerie you’d put on in the hopes he’d be home soon enough to tear it off of you? You shook your head, trying to get those sad thoughts out of your head.

You’d been to the lab once or twice before, so you knew how to navigate the hallways until you reached the heavy mahogany door that read “Banner Lab.” The surrounding walls were littered with art and letters from fans and admirers of your boyfriend’s alter-ego, The Hulk. You smiled, so proud of both sides of him. Carefully turning the doorknob, you pushed the door open. “Hello?” You whispered, not wanting to disturb - although that really was your purpose for being there. No one would be able to hear you anyways over the whir of machines and the faint classic rock playlist that came through the overhead speaker system.

Tiptoeing through the lab, you looked down each aisle, seeking out your dark and handsome beau. Eventually you found him, in a dark corner in the back of the room. His face was pressed into a microscope, hands delicately adjusting the dials on either side. You stood and watched for a moment, admiring his focus, the way his forehead furrowed his tanned skin, the grey streaks in his dark hair glistening in the otherwise horrifying fluorescent lighting. You cleared your throat loudly.

Bruce lifted his head from the microscope before grabbing his glasses from his breast pocket and placing them on the bridge of his nose. Looking up at you, he smiled. “Hi, you.” His voice was soft, a sign of how tired he truly was. You skipped towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him deeply. You were ravenous, taking Bruce by surprise. “Whoa, whoa, my darling, what’s going on, why are you here?” You played with the hem of your dress, suddenly self conscious and thinking you’d made a mistake. “I wanted to come surprise you, I thought you’d be happy to see me.” You looked down at your feet, pouting. “Oh, y/n, you know I’m delighted to see you! You know how busy I am though. Why don’t you head back home, I’ll see you when I get back. The lab is so boring, I’m sure you’ll get bored so easily hanging around here with me.” You pouted more dramatically now. You weren’t going to give up so easily.

“Come on, baby, I miss you…I need you,” you whined, standing between his knees, hands unbuttoning the top few buttons of his purple dress shirt. His hands gripped your waist, thumbs rubbing the soft places on your belly. “You know I can’t leave, precious girl. There’s nothing in the world I’d want more.” At this point, your hands were spread wide on his bare chest, the thick black hair intertwined between your fingers. You looked up into his eyes, batting your eyelashes and jutting out your bottom lip. “Pwease, Brucey? I’ll have you back here in thirty minutes.” You traced one finger down Bruce’s chest until you could delicately outline your well-endowed boyfriend through his pants. “I promise, Brucey.” He groaned, both out of frustration and arousal. “Fine. My office. Now.”

Bruce grabbed your hand, basically dragging you out of the lab and down the hallway to his private office. The smile on your face was so wide, your cheeks began to hurt. Bruce opened the office door, pulled you inside, and locked the door behind you both. Taking the hand he held so tightly, he pulled you into his chest. Your hands found his face, holding his plush lips close to yours. You moaned his name into his mouth. “It’s been too long, Bruce.” You moved your hands down his chest, reaching his belt, and began to unbuckle it. Peeling your lips from his, you knelt before him, quickening your efforts to free his length. His girthy cock sprung to attention before your eyes, eliciting a moan from both of you.

Taking the base in one hand, the other gripped on his thigh, your freshly manicured nails digging into his flesh. Slowly, teasing him, you placed hot, wet kisses along the length, avoiding his most sensitive areas. Bruce gripped his desk top for dear life, willing his legs to not give out. Seeing him already struggling made you so proud, and so wet yourself. You squeezed your legs together, trying to provide some relief to the ache between your legs. You licked along the underside of his cock, causing Bruce’s hips to buck. “Sh-shit, y/n, I-I need you. N-need your mouth.” That was all the encouragement you needed - you were happy to oblige. Relaxing your jaw, you took as much of him as you could. As you moved along his length you watched your boyfriend, his face turning purple with effort, forehead furrowed. You always kept an eye on the tips of his ears which, when extraordinarily aroused, would turn the faintest shade of green.

Bruce’s groans were getting louder, and more feral. His ab muscles (which by looking at him, you’d never know how ripped he actually was) were tightening. But then, Bruce pushed you off of him, causing you to lose balance and fall to the floor. You looked up at him, wide eyed and confused. Bruce scrambled to help you up. “Are you okay, darling? I’m sorry.” He had you up and standing now, turning you to stand pressed against his desk. “We don’t have much time, and I want to cum inside you.” He gripped your hips tightly and dove into your neck, biting and kissing down to your collar bones as he lifted the skirt of your dress. “Wanna fill you up, precious little one, want you to walk all the way back to the car with me dripping down your perfect thighs.” You moaned at his dirty comments. He wasn’t one for dirty talk, usually so sweet - but your time apart had made him a man obsessed. He needed you as badly as you needed him.

Having lifted your skirt, he saw how wet you had become, your panties entirely soaked through. He growled, ripping them down your legs. With one thick, calloused digit, he felt through your folds. “So ready for me, aren’t you, darling?” You whined, bucking your hips into his finger. “Please, Brucey, please.” Bruce smiled sweetly, caressing your face with his other hand. “Since you asked nicely.” He helped you lay back on the desk, your dress bunched up around your hips. Taking his weeping cock in hand, he aligned himself at your entrance. He’d usually take his time with you, allowing you to adjust to his sheer size. You didn’t need, or want time. “Need all of you, Bruce, please.” You whined again, now he was the one teasing you.

Bruce slowly entered you fully, pausing to enjoy your warmth and the harmony of both of your moans before establishing his pace. You knew he wouldn’t last much longer, given his earlier furocity and the moans and groans he had trouble holding back. You reached between you, drawing a gentle pattern on your sensitive bud, not needing much, as Bruce was hitting you perfectly. Your back was arched, your head lolling backwards.

Bruce cupped your face with one hand, bringing your attention back on him. His other gripped your thigh tight, leaving marks that would inevitably bruise. “Look at me, sweet girl, look at me.” He wiped an arrant tear from your cheek with his thumb. “Are you going to cum with me, my perfect angel?” You nodded, unable to form words, but your eyes stayed trained on his. He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. His perfect smile and his pride in you, his shining gem, was enough to send you over the edge, Bruce following close behind. With a loud, ferocious growl, Bruce filled you fully and completely before collapsing onto your chest.

Chuckling, you ran your fingers through his hair, kissing the top of his head. Holding him securely to your breasts as he descended from his high. “Bruce, I’m so proud of you, but I miss you. I miss us. I don’t like falling asleep without you.” Bruce’s head popped up enough to make eye contact with you. “I’m so sorry, y/n. I didn’t know how much it bothered you. I miss you so much, and think about you all the time. I’m going to make more of an effort, I promise. Especially if it means more time for this.” He nuzzled his face into your chest, eliciting a squeal and giggle from you. “I love you,” he mumbled into your chest. Petting his hair, you replied “I love you, more.”

You walked back to your car, thinking of all the ways you could make up for lost time, as your ruined panties failed to hold back the remnants of a surprise mission accomplished.

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Burning for love; JJK [00]

Contents: Future smut and just a tiny bit of smut in here, you’ll miss it if you blink, supernatural, romance, fluff, a hint of angst.

Pairing: Werewolf!alpha!jungkook x Omega!reader.

Summary: A handsome man is hunting you in the dreams world, making every day more difficult to repress the need to come and find him in the middle of the night to submit yourself to his every wish.

Requests: on

A/N: Hi babies, I’m a newbie in this platform, so this is my first project here, just a small series that I’ve had stuck in my head for a while, so I thought...Why not? And I gave myself a opportunity to get it out of my imagination and capture it here, hope you like it, since this is just a taste and I’ll be updating it later with the first official chapter!, I’m so happy to realise this to all you, don’t hesitate to ask anything or to send me a dm. Also a previous warning is that English is not my first language so sorry if there’s any mistakes!

You were sleeping peacefully in the confort of a warm bed, cuddled, deep in a dream that if someone gave you the privilege of choosing you stayed in there forever, despite how wrong it is, or so you thought.

A dream that lately seems to hunt your nights and disturb your feelings, letting you devastated and... undeniably horny.

A dream where a strong male comes and make your dirtiest fantasies come true with delight, wrapped in veiny and strong arms, a scent so unique and so enchanting, feeling so safe but at the same time feeling like burning.

A true alpha.

The scent and the feeling of his feathery touch on your hot skin, the smirk plastered on a face with a perfect jaw and delicious lips but still a face full of mystery, a blurry memory.

When the dreams started a month ago, you knew that your presentation as a wolf was near and it was slightly terrifying. Knowing what a mate means, and of course the responsibility that comes with it, so when the dreams started to knock on the door of your sleep your mind started to work at full speed… Just like the hand between your legs when waking up to a cold bed and still not knowing the eyes of the male creature that owns your body in between dreams. From now on you have been waking up to the same words every night and aching for that soul in the world made just for you.

“I know you will be intelligent enough to follow the lead that the moon herself has made for you to come to your alpha, pretty girl, call for me, dream me, scent me and you will get a reward for your significant other when the moon let us reunite, because sweetie as soon as I have you in my arms you will not be anywhere but between my sheets, breeding my pups.”

A sentence with such power, a dominant and perfectly still voice that makes your wolf want to submit at his every wish. And the problem was that you don’t have idea how to contact him, to make him come and make you forget the ache for his skin, his touch, his voice.

Right now you feel like burning between the sheets and a need for fresh air while in four paws, so you twist your body towards the door and stand on shaky legs, thanks to a long forgotten orgasm while being with him in dreams, him being the owner of a magic tongue already having you seeing stars in the imagination of your brain.

Once outside you take a deep breath and prepare your mind and body to let your wolf take part, just to start running towards an unknown direction, being guided only by the heart and the burning sensation of just something. When your capable of seeing clear again and not just blurry trees you notice that you are in front of a small waterfall and this place does nothing but create a sensation in your chest to just howl as loud as you can, emotions floating around you like fireflies in the night.

And in the distance, between the emotions that you are going through and the loud beating of your heart you hear him, as loud as the moon shines tonight, a howl from a male wolf, a howl that corresponds to the one you gave earlier with the pain of being mateless, craving for your alpha to come and find you, a howl that makes you understand that he’s telling you that he knows where you are at, a promise that he’s on his way to you. At this point, it’s safe to say that you've never wanted something so strongly.

And just like that everything was over, that was the first and the last ocasión you allowed yourself to reach for him to nuzzle in his neck while in wolf form to leave a hint of your scent impregnated in his fur and his skin, but when realization of who he was hit you, you wanted to run, just for the fear of what others may say, of the others saying you were very little to him, and that exactly is what you did, run to try and not have any interactions of any kind with that beautiful wolf.

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[bonjour-rainycity]

The Grandfather Clock Chimes | 1921

Pairing: Carlisle/Esme

Rating: G

Word count: 1977

Warnings: None

Summary: The first time Carlisle and Esme are alone together.

A/n Thanks to @jessicanjpa for the idea to do a solo Carlisle/Esme fic! I’m obsessed with them at the moment, so writing the first hopeful, awkward, thrilling moment when they’re on their own made my heart all kinds of happy! 

In the entry way, the tall grandfather clock noted the hour.

Esme counted five chimes.

Carlisle was rarely home this early.

His arrival through the grand front door had startled Esme, who had become quite used to their little routine, but did not seem to shock the bronze-haired boy composing at the piano. No, Edward had merely smiled in that shy, all-knowing way of his, and welcomed the doctor home before announcing his intent to visit town. Esme had watched him go, shocked into physical silence, but inside, her mind raced, shouting panicked thoughts at the boy.

She had never been alone with the doctor, and had no idea what to say to him.

Stifling a grin, Edward had patted Esme’s hand in a half-hearted attempt to soothe before he took his leave, off to town to ‘collect supplies,’ whatever that was supposed to mean.

And that’s how Esme and Carlisle came to find themselves alone in an unnecessarily large house, sitting unnecessarily far apart in the unnecessarily spacious living room.

Esme sat straighter in her chair, if that was even possible.

On the sofa across from her, Carlisle mirrored her action.

The seconds ticked by.

“I was reminded of you while at work today,” Carlisle spoke suddenly. His voice disturbed the heavy silence between them, and Esme blinked to buy time while she found her voice.

“Oh?”

Though her response was minimal, Carlisle felt encouraged — the brief, thrilling moment when she spoke to him was much better than the silence.

“Yes,” he nodded eagerly, leaning forward in his seat in a futile attempt to close the space of the entire room that lay between them. “A woman visited her brother in our burn ward, and she had the same length hair as you do, with the same bounce to her curls. For just a split second, I thought it was you — but of course, it was ridiculous to believe it could be.” To illustrate this, he shook his head slightly, admonishing himself. “Regrettably, you are confined to the house and our land for the time being, so obviously, you could not have been visiting me at the hospital. Not to think I would presume that, were you to leave the house, you would visit me at the hospital,” he was quick to correct, glancing at her nervously. “No, you could be there for any number of reasons, I’m sure. Though,” his eyes darted to the wall just to her left, avoiding her slowly yellowing eyes, “those reasons are escaping my mind, at present.”

Despite nerves that made her wonder if she still possessed the ability to pass out, Esme smiled. Carlisle always seemed so proper, so put together — nothing ever flustered him.

Nothing, it seemed, until today.

Without Edward there, Esme could afford to be honest with herself in this brief moment of mental privacy. And, since she was being honest with herself, she could acknowledge that she quite liked seeing the doctor flustered.

In her silence, Carlisle continued to babble. “Once I got a better look at the woman, it became doubly clear she could not have been you. Her hair, while a shade of brown, was nothing like the unique caramel color of yours….” He trailed off once again, his gaze falling from the wall to a spot by Esme’s foot.

Esme pursed her lips against a smile. His nervousness had an unexpected effect on her — it seemed to embolden her, almost, to push past the uncertainty of her own. She attempted a slight change in topic. “How was your time at work?”

His perfectly golden eyes snapped to hers, a measure of relief in them. “Quite pleasant, to be honest. All easy fixes today. That is not often the case.”

“Is that why you were allowed to come home early,” Esme prodded, unable to fight the smile that tugged on her lips. She continued to be bold, watching his expression carefully as she spoke. “I admit, I found it a pleasant surprise to have you home before your usual time.”

Hope — beautiful, lighthearted, blossoming hope — lightened Carlisle’s eyes. He leaned forward, now in danger of falling off the sofa. “You did?”

“Y-yes,” she stuttered, caught off guard by his exuberance. She realized how her careless words could have been interpreted, and hurried to cover her tracks. For all his happiness at present, it was clear he did not share her feelings — best not to scare him off. “It is good for Edward to see you often — though he is older than me in our immortal years, he is still a boy at heart. He needs your attention, your guidance.”

Carlisle’s face sobered, though he quickly softened the lines into a small, understanding smile. “You are right, of course. I should spend more time with him. I am grateful for your insight.”

Esme’s useless heart could have melted right then. Always so polite and considerate, her doctor was, and it never failed to chip away at her carefully constructed reservations.

They fell into silence again, and Esme bit the inside of her cheek — a human gesture carried into this new life. Her hands laid over each other on her knee, touching the skirt of the light blue dress she wore — a gift from the man who sat at her opposite. Her fingers interlaced and tightened as she raised her eyes to his once more, trying to provoke her courage into gathering again.

“What did you and Edward do for fun before I arrived?”

Carlisle’s eyebrows raised, and so did Esme’s. She hadn’t planned on asking that.

Carlisle’s lips stretched into a nostalgic smile, and Esme decided right then that it was the most beautiful expression one could make.

“We spent a lot of time exploring the areas we lived in — visiting shops on cloudy days, hiking in the vast forests, even swimming in the lake sometimes.”

Then, his expression clouded, and Esme nearly had to sit on her hands to keep herself from rushing over and caressing his cheek, wanting to offer him every ounce of comfort she could.

“But I must admit,” Carlisle continued, sounding sad in a way that broke Esme’s heart, “those days were few and far between. Edward is…an introspective soul,” he decided on his phrasing finally, sounding like he chose the words with great care. “There are many days when he prefers to stay at home and lament over a choice he had no chance to make for himself.”

Esme had noticed this. Despite all the good times she and Edward had together, there was many an occasion when he would insist that they were all damned. Him and herself she could believe with little argument, but Carlisle? His damnation was a more difficult point for her to be convinced of — he seemed too pure, too wonderful, too good to be stopped at the gates of Heaven.

“I think he requires a push sometimes,” Esme reasoned, having gained great insight into Edward during these past few months of her new life. “He is intelligent, he needs something to stimulate his mind and take away from those dark thoughts. Perhaps visits to museums or—or an opportunity to play his compositions publicly, like at one of those galas you’re always being invited to.” The ideas came to her suddenly, tumbling out of some vault in her mind she wasn’t aware she possessed. “Maybe even school would be good for him.”

At this, the corners of Carlisle’s lips turned down, and Esme sucked in a breath — had she said something wrong?

But Carlisle shook his head, speaking gently. “It would not be right to leave you home by yourself, not while your control is…still in its early stages of success,” he finished delicately, always hesitant to insult even the most deserving being.

“Right,” Esme agreed, looking at her lap as she thought. A new idea sparked in her brain, and her eyes snapped to the doctor’s with enthusiasm. “I could teach him!”

Once again, Carlisle’s eyebrows raised, this time in clear surprise. “Is—is that something of interest for you?”

“Oh, yes,” Esme nodded, excitement overtaking her. “Though I don’t remember much of my career, I know I was a teacher in my human life — I would love the opportunity to rekindle that passion.”

Carlisle grinned, and Esme had to amend her earlier thought — this was the most beautiful expression one could make.

“I think that is a fantastic idea,” he enthused, hands settling on his knees. “I will go into town tomorrow morning and order all the necessary supplies. Are there any subjects of interest you yourself would like to expand upon? I would be happy to pick up the materials.”

Esme tilted her head as she thought on this. There was something, a curiosity that had always played at the back of her mind.

“Architecture,” she answered, then surprised herself when a playful smile overtook her lips. “If I learned about it, maybe I would stand a chance restoring this crumbling mansion of yours.”

Carlisle dipped his head in a teasingly bashful acknowledgement and promised to find her the proper books and supplies.

Esme leaned back in her chair, mildly embarrassed to find how far she had extended herself in Carlisle’s direction. “Perhaps you could be a guest lecturer of sorts — when your schedule allows, of course.”

Carlisle blessed her with her favorite grin once more, and Esme basked in it. He tilted his head as if explaining some inside joke. “Esme, we do not sleep. I am sure I could find time to help with your project.”

If she thought his smile would do her in, it was nothing compared to hearing him say her name! How lovely it sounded coming from his lips, resonating in the gentle baritone of his voice. She wished she could pretend she did not hear it, to ask him to repeat himself, and have the chance of hearing him say it again. Then, perhaps, she could return by speaking his own name — his familiar name, as he had used hers — something she rarely allowed herself to do.

She opened her mouth to say something, anything, when the front door opened and Edward’s scent filled the home.

The breath she would have used to speak tumbled from her mouth in a sigh. So soon…

But the clocked chimed again — six tolls, this time — and Esme was startled to discover that she and Carlisle had been together in that living room for over an hour.

How had the time stretched in an eternity, yet been over in mere minutes? What was this man’s presence doing to her?

Esme’s eyes sought Carlisle’s once more and she felt a pleasant warmth upon realizing that his eyes were searching hers with an equal fervor. They stayed like that for an immeasurable moment, locked in a gaze of unexpected intensity.

She hoped, down to the deepest parts of her useless heart, that there would be more moments like this, where it was just the two of them. Yes, part of her was relieved at being freed from this constant state of being unsure, but another part regretted Edward’s rapid return.

Part of her would have been perfectly content to sit in the hesitant, hopeful, awkward, thrilling silence with Carlisle for an eternity.

She didn’t quite know what to make of that.

Knowing their time for this evening was done, Esme and Carlisle stood and met the boy in the foyer, welcoming him home. While they inspected and praised the packages he brought — items for the house and gifts for the two he was quickly starting to consider as his parents — Carlisle and Esme avoided each other’s eyes.

Only Edward could know what the other was thinking.

And, out of respect for them both, he would not tell them that they were thinking exactly the same thing.

A/n Thanks for reading! Likes, comments, and reblogs make my day! You can find my masterlist here :) 

[petri808]

Ooooo can you do, “you’re my mate?” 🥺

Sure! 😊

@stillsnowfalling

“Natsu, you know our ways, and as heir to this clan, it is my duty to choose who you will marry!”

“But it’s not fair!”

“When you are finally king, you can change the rules, but until then, I have chosen to uphold tradition.”

“But dad!”

Igneel bellowed at his defiant son. “The nuptial rites will take place in three moons! That is final!”

Natsu stomped away from his father absolutely furious! This whole traditional bullshit of arranged marriages was as outdated as the most ancient scrolls held in their reliquary. Why was his father so adamant about upholding such an antiquated rule?! The draco clan was doing perfectly fine, what need was there for a marriage based on an alliance? At least give him a chance to choose his own bride so the union was one of love instead of condemnation.

“I won’t love whoever he chooses!” Natsu growled to himself, and his first ruling as king will be to pick someone he actually desired.

Because there was someone… he sighed, and dropped into a squat on the rock outcropping. When Natsu couldn’t stand being in the village anymore, he ran to a place that brought him a tiny bit of peace, deep in the forest. The tiny pond was hidden from prying eyes. None of his attendants or even friends knew about the place— save for one, if he could even call her a friend anymore…

It was here, in this very spot twelve years ago after the draco had once again run away from under his fathers thumb that he met her. Lucy whose last name he knew not. They were so young at the time. Natsu was a young draco of 7-year’s old, and she a 5-year-old forest fairy. Of course, it had nothing to do with love at that age, they were just two children running away for their own reasons and found a friend to play with. For the next two years, Natsu and Lucy would meet every day around lunch time and played until dusk or risk someone coming to look for them. They had so much fun together, it was truly the best two years of his life. The draco and the fairy…

Natsu still remembered the day Lucy never showed up at the pond like it was yesterday. How he went back every single day for months hoping to see those big brown eyes and wispy blonde hair waiting for him. But it wasn’t meant to be. He had no idea why she stopped coming or if she was even still alive. Had something bad happened to her? Or was it more likely her father had caught her running off into the woods? Lucy would tell him the stories of an over bearing father that made his blood boil over in anger. The problem was, she refused to tell him exactly where she came from.

The years passed by and his own father stepped up his son’s kingship training. Natsu didn’t like the constraint and many a time wished he’d been born a simple clansman. He often promised himself that one day when he did become king, he would send out his men to search for the wayward blonde of his childhood to make her his wife. But, Natsu never imagined that his father would step in to choose one for him first.

He sighed, and stared into the dark blue pool as if praying to its watery gods for a miracle. “Lucy…” if only Natsu knew where she was, he’d find her and run away from here…

The moons came and went in a flash, and the day of the nuptial rites had finally arrived. Natsu felt dead inside, his body merely following the instructions given to him. It was all scheduled out. Whoever was his bride-to-be had arrived with her family two days ago, but guards had kept him sequestered in his room, both for fear of him running away as well as upholding the tradition that they not meet until the the ceremony itself. Natsu was dressed in a ceremonial attire made of fine leather, and decorated in their clans red and gold colors. Every little detail was attended to, including painting his horns and wings with golden markings that he didn’t understand. All a part of the so-called tradition.

His cousin Sting came into Natsu’s room and gave him a couple of play punches on his shoulder. “Cheer up, it’s almost over.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” Natsu rolled his eyes. “Do me a favor, and just shove a dagger in my heart.”

“She can’t be all that bad, and besides, if you ain’t happy with her, just find yourself a concubine.”

“Keh! You know that’s not allowed!”

“Only if you get caught,” the fellow draco winked.

“Just get out,” Natsu sighed in full disinterest. “I’m not in a mood to banter.” He just wanted to fantasize about brown eyes and dream of a happier life.

“Suit yourself.” Sting shrugged and left his cousin alone. “Your dad said someone will come to take you to the ceremony in an hour. So, at least try to look interested.”

“Tch.” As if that would happen…

Minutes before high noon, Natsu was led from his chambers to the ceremonial hut. It was skin crawling as he was paraded through the rows of awaiting onlookers like a goat being led to slaughter. At least, that’s how he felt. Not a future king, but a sacrifice just to satisfy an alliance. Once inside the wooden structure, there was only the priest, his father, and another man assumably the father of the bride standing to the sides. Natsu was stood in front of the priest to wait for the brides arrival, but kept his head down the whole time. While he wasn’t looking, his ears stayed tuned to the goings on around him, and after a brief wait, he could hear chatter coming from outside. She had arrived.

His scowl grew as the tiny steps came closer, every fiber of his being in argument— should he just run? But he knew he wouldn’t get far with the place surrounded. The priest began to speak and Natsu only half-listened. Most of it was rubbish anyways, the typical stuff one might hear in such a ceremony. Some chanting, some instructions. He just stood there silently, with eyes glued to the floor. But there was one thing he could sense, the female wasn’t happy either. Her silent sobbing coupled with the demoralized aura surrounding her body spoke volumes. He rolled his eyes. ‘Great, this union will be such a happy one! Thanks dad.’

“Please remove her headdress,” the priest instructed Natsu, “and take her hands.”

He groaned in his head, but followed the instructions like a wooden puppet, looking up for the first time since entering the building. Natsu pulled the dark veil up to finally get a look at the woman, but his hands froze midair as he stared into big brown eyes coated in moisture. Was his mind playing tricks on him? Was it so distressed that it projected who he wanted to see?!

It was a gasp from the woman and the fluttering of gold-dusted fairy wings that snapped his brain back to the present.

“N-Natsu?!”

“Lucy? Y-You’re my mate?”

“I’m your mate,” she responded with a twinkle in her eyes.

Natsu looked towards his father in confusion only to find a man standing there with the biggest grin. Son-of-a— his dad knew all along! He smiled brightly and happily took Lucy’s hands at the priests insistent instruction to move along with the ceremony. But it was clear from that point that neither paid any attention to the priest, too focused only on each other. Little tears still trickled down her smiling face, while his sported a euphoric high. And when the words came to kiss the bride, Natsu gladly swept forward and took the lips he’d dreamed of kissing for years. He got his wish.

[yungbud]

Could you do some Y/N x Dom ddlg smut?

Word count: 2.6k

TW: Smut including, Daddy kink, throat fucking, bondage

A/n I wasn’t 100% sure where you wanted this to go so I tried to do a little bit of both. If you wanted it more rough or more soft i’d been happy to rewrite it for you, just shoot me a dm/ask with the direction you’d like me to take it and it should be up within the week <3 hope you like it though.

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Dom stood in front of you, hard dick standing at attention, his tip red and swollen.

You would’ve helped. Really, you would’ve. You wanted to, even, but Dom had left you with your hands completely tied…

Well, literally.

It all started when he stayed late at the studio one night working on the album, and then another... And then another… His fans were practically begging him to take a night off, but he just wouldn’t. Sometimes he wouldn’t even bother to come home at all, heaven knows if he even bothered to sleep.

The fact was, with Dom gone so often you got a bit lonely. You’d tried explaining this to him in passing but he was just so caught up in his work, promising that when it was all done he’d spend nothing but time with you. The promises always seemed to fall flat, project after project withholding his attention from you.

And then you remembered… 

You and Dom had an array of sex toys, a fond memory attached to each one. Dom also had a certain set of rules for you when it came to sex, and by assosciation said sex toys, one of them being that you were only allowed to touch them if he was there to watch you. 

This rule fell through about a month in when you realized he was never home to watch you… Which also meant he was never home to catch you. You figured, he’s having fun working on his album and you deserved to have a bit of fun of your own too. 

With not much left to do you’d been abusing this rule like it owed you money ever since. It was actually a lot of fun. It took a little getting used to at first, you missed Dom and wished he was here to do it instead, but pretty soon you were getting off all on your own and you even used a heating pad and stuffy for the post orgasm cuddles you were missing. 

Of course you still loved and missed Dom, and would be glad to return to normal as soon as possible, but for the time being you were perfectly fine with your little situation.

You had a pretty productive day cleaning the house, you were now working on dinner, something small since you’d probably be the only one home to eat it. You worked strategically around the kitchen, cleaning up as you went, and once your food was safely in the oven and the timer was set you had a little over half an hour to kill. Wandering into the living room, you searched for the remote, finding it on the couch where you plopped yourself down and began scrolling through netflix.

God, there’s never anything good on here, you thought, it just isn’t what it used to be. You remembered when netflix had everything, and now everything had spread onto their own respective streaming services.  You clicked the tv off, staring at the wall for a moment as you went over the things left to do in your head.

There’s always instagram or twitter, but those tend to piss you off in one way or another and there was nothing good on youtube.

Your thought about how your day went, reviewing everything mentally and you realized what you could fill your time with. A reward for all your hard work.

You practically ran up the stairs, wanting to fit in as much you time as possible before you had to return to make dinner.

You started off slow, squeezing your breast and pretending it was Dom instead, trailing your hand down your body until you hit the waistband of your shorts, slipping them down your legs and haphazardly tossing them across the room. You gently rubbed yourself through your underwear, pressing a few teasing fingers against your entrance. Taking a deep breath, you slide your hands up and down your thighs, allowing your eyes to close and your body to fully relax before reaching over, wrapping your fingers around the small, pink vibrator that was sat beside you on the bed, shifting it on and pressing it against your clit.

Inhaling a sharp breath at the feeling, your hips moved along with your actions. Soft moans fell from your lips, taking a moment to rid yourself of your underwear before continuing. You tried to imitate the motions of Dom, pretending he was laid next to you and whispering dirty things in your ear, encouraging you to continue. 

His plush lips pressed against your neck, leaving bites in his wake that would surely show up tomorrow. His tattooed middle finger coming down to press inside you, pumping it in and out a few times before curling it inside you.

He seemed so far away, and yet closer than you thought.

What you hadn't known was that Dom had chosen to come home early today so he could spend dinner with you, and he was standing in the doorway watching as you slid the vibrator up and down your glistening pussy, whimpering his name.

“Hm, dinners ready.” Your actions snapped to a pause in shock “Oh don’t worry, love. I got it.” 

Your eyes opened slowly, unsure if you really wanted to acknowledge the scene in front of you. 

Dom stood in front of you, eyebrows furrowed and arms crossed as he stared you down.

“S’that?” He questioned, knowing damn well what it was, but wanting to hear you admit it. You wrapped your hand tightly around it, a futile attempt to hide the item in your hand. Dom tilted his head disapprovingly at this, walking over to you and peeling your hand open to take it from you, clicking it off. He cleared his throat, putting it on display for you, his gaze boring into the side of your head as he waited for an explanation. 

“Nothing to say for yourself?” There was A moment for you to plead your case. Nothing. “Alright, fine.” He says, sitting on the bed motioning for you to lay over his lap. You looked up at him, eyes wide and innocent in a silent plea. When his stern look didn’t budge you complied, perching your ass into the air a bit. 

“Are you going to tell me what you were doing, or am I going to have to get it out of you?” Dom asks, his hand rubbing soothingly over your ass.

“I was masturbating.” Dom hummed, his hand coming down in a sharp smack against your ass.

“With?”

“A toy.” another, his hand smoothing over the already reddening skin.

“Which?”

“I’m not supposed to do unless you’re here to watch me.” twice in a row this time

“So, let me get this straight. You knew you were being disobedient, and decided to do it anyway?”

“Yes sir.”

“Well, at least you’re telling the truth.” Dom said, leaning down to whisper in your ear “‘fraid you would’ve been better off lying, love.” His hand coming down thrice more on your already raw ass. Your teeth dug into your lip as you tried your best to hold back the squeaks that clawed their way up your throat.

“Do you want me to count, daddy?” You offered, trying to earn yourself a few brownie points.

“No, I’ll stop when I’m good and damn ready.” And he did exactly that. Although he didn’t ask you to count, you did so anyway. You found it helped to distract from the pain. You got up to around twenty when he finally stopped, leaning down to place a kiss on your red bottom. It wasn’t that you didn’t like it, but when you were genuinely in trouble with Dom, when you had so blatantly disobeyed him, the spankings came across as a bit more of a genuine punishment than normal. He wanted it to be sexy and feel good, but he also wanted you to know that your behavior was not acceptable. 

“Your ass is so red. Does that hurt?” He asks, concern lacing his tone

“Yes.” You whimper, pouting back at him

“Awh, you poor baby. Probably should’ve thought about that before you decided to break one of my rules.” He said, smacking your ass once again. Shoving you off his lap, he left the room, leaving you alone on the bed, staring at the ceiling as you waited patiently for him to return.

You hadn’t actually seen him as he walked back in the room, only acknowledging his return when you felt his hands wrapping around your wrists. Before you realized what was happening your wrists were tied to the head board, your gorgeous boyfriend hovering over you, pulling your shirt up to admire your tits.

“Since you got to get off, it’s daddy’s turn.” He said, pulling his pants down just enough to pull out his swollen prick, jerking it off inches from your face. He tapped your jaw, your mouth opening at his command, slipping his dick down your mouth slowly. You were gagging before he was all the way in, staring up at him from your place on the bed. He groaned at the feeling of his tip hitting the back of your throat, your gags only encouraging his thrusts as he fell into a rhythm.

“Oh fuck, princess.” He moans, hand wrapped up in your hair, tugging at it lightly, his hips moving methodically as he ruthlessly fucked your throat.

There was a string of spit from your throat to his tip when he pulled out, Dom’s hand coming by to swipe it out of the air. He sat up a bit, placing his balls in your mouth as he continued pleasuring himself, his head hung back in pleasure. You lifted your head in an attempt to return his tip to your mouth, but Dom crawled off of you and stood beside the bed instead.

And there you were, with Dom stood in front of you, hard dick standing at attention, his tip red and swollen.

“I’m sorry, daddy.” You say, choking back tears

“Then why’d you do it, princess? Hm? Just such a horny slut you couldn’t help yourself? You know what I think? I think you did it on purpose because you thought I’d never catch you. I don’t think you’re sorry for doing it, I think you’re sorry you got what you had coming for being such a disobedient little slut.” He hummed, swiping a piece of your hair behind your ear “But thats okay, because I promise” He says, his tone sinister “that after tonight you won’t need to touch that pretty little pussy for awhile.”

“No, I really am sorry for disobeying you, I promise.” You plead, letting your hips flatten against the bed.

“So are you going to tell me why you did it or just keep apologizing? Because only one of those is going to get you anywhere but a wheelchair tonight, pretty girl.” You avoided eye contact, focusing on the pattern of your bed sheets as you tossed the thought around in your head, hesitating to tell him what had really been going on.

“You’ve just been gone for so long and you’re never home anymore. It gets so boring and lonely being here by myself all the time and I wasn’t able to get myself off and you weren’t here to do it so one night I reached into the drawer and I used one of the toys and it just felt so good… ” You rambled, tears welling up in your eyes as the feelings of resentment and loneliness poured out of you all at once. Dom stopped for a moment, untying your hands and moving you up to a sitting position, enveloping you in a tight hug.

“I’m so sorry, princess. I hadn’t even thought of it like that.” His lips connected with yours in a soft kiss, his hand coming up to hold the side of your face, his thumb stroking your cheek. When he pulled away he left a series of kisses all over your face, an apology after each one.

“Come here.” He whispers, pulling you on top of him.

His lips connected with yours as he began pushing himself in, waiting for you to move against him before continuing his actions. His strokes were long and slow, making sure you felt every single inch of him. His lips leave small kisses along the length of your neck, hands gripping at your ass, your own scratching down his back.

“Well, I guess I’m here now.” He jokes, reaching over to grab the vibrator, pressing it firmly against your clit. You were already close from before, the punishment only adding to the little ball of pressure you could feel building in your tummy.

Pathetic, needy whimpers slipped past your lips as your orgasm came over you. 

“I got you princess.” He whispers, you can feel Dom twitch inside you as he comes up on his own, releasing inside you with a heavenly moan. He remained inside you, allowing the two of you to ride out your highs, before pulling out and collapsing next to you. It took you both a moment to catch your breath, but when you did Dom was the first to speak.

“Okay, new rule.” He turned to you “You’re allowed to use the toys when I’m going to be consecutively busy, but if you can I want you to call me, or if I'm busy send me photos. Daddy loves to see his little girl getting off, I don’t wanna miss a thing.” He says, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

“Come on, lets go eat.” You said, attempting to sit up, but being pulled back down by Dom.

“Dinner can wait, you need a bath.” He says, picking you up and carrying you into the en suite bathroom. He set you on the counter, mindful of your bum, before turning to heat up the bath water. He turned back to you as he filled the tub, kissing you softly on the lips as he waited. You denied his offer to pick you up and set you in the tub, opting to walk the step and a half there yourself, sinking into the inviting water and letting it soothe your ache.

He seemed extra protective of you, your words obviously going to heart. He couldn’t believe he’d gotten so caught up in his work and left you home all alone feeling like that. Worse yet, you’d expressed these emotions to him before and he shrugged them off. He was determined to make it up to you.

Dom let you pick a bath bomb, watching as you marveled at the colors. He dragged his attention away from you eventually, once again leaving you alone in the room.

When he returned he had a plate of food in his hand, setting it on the edge of the tub for you and playing with your head as you ate, asking you how you’d been while he was away.

He waited for you with a warm towel when you were ready to get out, tentatively drying you off. He allowed you to dress yourself, sitting on the edge of the cabinet as he watched. After dinner and your bath, he tucked you in, placing a kiss on your forehead and promising to be there when you woke up in the morning, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you drifted off to sleep.