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Seeking Dragon Age fanfic that lean hard on the horror-zombie aspect of darkspawn, finding next to nothing

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I Choose Her | Chp: 10

Hermione Granger x Slytherin Fem!Reader

Summary: You are the daughter of known death eaters from one of the richest and oldest wizarding family. Are you prepared to abandon everything you know for Hermione Granger?

Pairing: hermione x reader

Wordcount: 4.6k

Warnings: angst, mentions of abuse, smut, nsfw, top!reader, strap on use, g!p (kind of)

Note: right off the bat im just gonna warn u the smut in this one is kinda filthy ??? admittedly i got a little carried away im sorry

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It’s been a little over a day since you left your parents home with no word. You could only hope Draco was covering for you like he promised. Although no death eater has stormed the burrow looking for you yet, you took that as a good sign.

You glanced at your watch, you had been waiting for Hermione for about half an hour now. Being ready in fifteen minutes seemingly gave you no real advantage as you’ve been stuck waiting in the living room with Harry.

“Have you found out where he’s hidden the other hocruxes?” Harry blurts out, after moving to stand next to you.

“What?”

You asked, but the truth is you heard him the first time. What bothered you was his insistence on having this conversation now.

Harry doesn’t repeat himself, merely raising his eyebrows expectantly.

“No, I haven’t.”

Harry rolls his eyes and you grow increasingly irritated.

“I've only been at it for three days mate, will you relax?”

“We are running out of time.”

You don’t care for his tone. If he wanted to work together he’d have to start addressing you a lot nicer than that.

“You don’t think I know that?” You spat, stepping closer to him.

Fred shoots you a look from across the room and you quickly realise other people were witnessing your squabble.

Feigning a warm smile in return, your hands moved to Harry’s tie, you began fixing it for him.

His poor attempt at a Windsor had been bothering you all evening

“Look, I have an idea of where they might be but I need to be certain. Give me a few more days.” You whisper, hands moving to his collar straightening it up.

Harry only nods but doesn’t break your gaze.

Just like that, there was no trace of hostility between the two of you. Harry’s short temper was a direct result of his fear, you could see that now.

“Thanks.” Harry says sincerely and you appreciated it. Perhaps you have been too harsh on him yourself.

“7 years at Hogwarts Potter and you never properly learned how to tie a tie?” You quipped.

Harry lets out a huff in amusement but he wasn’t given the opportunity to respond.

“Were the two of you about to kiss?”

Ginny remarks as she walks in, standing next to Harry. He wraps his arm around her waist.

You scoffed.

“Yes actually you’ve interrupted a very intimate moment.”

You mostly joke but the fact is that was the nicest interaction you’ve had with Harry since knowing him.

Ginny says something in response but you’ve stopped listening due to the sight before you.

You watched as Hermione came down the stairs, looking more elegant than you’ve ever seen her.

Your mouth fell agape, you didn’t think it’d be humanly possible for anybody to look this stunning.

Your girlfriend notices your expression and grows self conscious under your gaze, she looks away shyly.

Stepping forward you quickly held the side of her face, pulling her in for a kiss.

You continued to take in her appearance after your lips left hers. Not attempting to conceal your awe.

“Alright, stop that. You’ve seen me wear this dress before.” Hermione says, placing her hand against your chest.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. I truly am the luckiest girl in the world.” You whisper earning a real smile from Hermione.

The blush creeping up to her face only urges you to capture her lips into another kiss.

“Look at that–” Ginny shakes her head disapprovingly.

“Hermione enters the room and all of a sudden we’re invincible.”

“Anyway, we need to get going. We’re late.”

She says aloud but you make no effort to acknowledge her.

Instead you move to plant a kiss against Hermione’s jaw. You hear her giggle before she speaks.

“Come we’re late, let’s go.” Your girlfriend says intertwining your hands.

You oblige, letting her guide you to the front door.

“Unbelievable.” Ginny scoffs.

“Are were sure Hermione didn’t enchant her? I’ve never seen anyone behave like that unless they were under a love potion.”

“No it can’t be, love potions wear off.” Harry answers and you roll your eyes.

They can’t be serious.

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Standing next to Hermione you watched as the bride and groom entered the tent. Everyone making their way to congratulate the newlyweds. In this moment they seemed immeasurably happy and it makes your chest hurt.

Considering everything going on in the world right now true happiness was difficult to come by. Everyone seems to be clinging onto any semblance of it they have at an attempt to remain sane.

You feel Hermione hold your arm tighter, almost like she read your mind. Bringing her palm up to your lips you placed a tender kiss against it.

You held her hand in yours as you slowly guided her to the dance floor.

Releasing it you stepped away from her before you spoke.

“May I have this dance, my lady?” You asked, holding out your hand dramatically.

Your heart flutters at the sight of Hermione laughing as she takes your hand.

“Yes, you may.”

Your hand finds her waist and for awhile the two of your slow danced in comfortable silence.

The sound of Hermione sighing ends your moment of bliss.

“What is it?” You ask and Hermione lifts her head off your shoulder to look at you.

She then shifts her gaze and you take it as a sign to look over your shoulder.

You find Ron standing a few feet away, a drink in his hand. He looked miserable.

If you didn’t know any better you’d be annoyed. Hermione had shot him down years ago and yet he still couldn’t let her go.

You leaned in to whisper into Hermione’s ear.

“I thought he was with Lavender?”

Your girlfriend shakes her head before speaking.

“No, they broke up.”

“Again?”

She was a little intense but you thought they worked together, somehow.

“I hate seeing him like that. I feel terrible knowing I can never like him back the way he wants me to.”

Hermione has never shared this with you before. Although, it made a lot of sense.

Ron had been her friend since first year and they practically grew up together.

“I understand. Though that sounds like something he has to navigate on his own. You’ve told him the truth about your feelings. I don’t think there’s anything else you can do.”

“I know, it’s just unfair.” Your girlfriend rests her head against your shoulder again.

After a long silence, you speak.

“If you want, I have somebody I can set him up with. After all of this is over.”

Hermione raises her eyebrows in shock and you can’t deny how much you’ve also surprised yourself.

“Really? You’d do that?”

“Ofcourse, I don’t want him to be miserable. I mean I’m not totally devoid of empathy.”

Hermione reaches up to run her fingers through your hair, her longing gaze made your knees weak.

“Thank you.” She leans in to kiss you but you are interrupted by a noise in the distance.

A blue light suddenly appearing inside the tent, the both of you walk closer to get a better look.

A voice emerges from it that sends a chill down your spine.

“The ministry has fallen. The Minister of Magic is dead.”

“They are coming.”

The last message echoes and you feel a searing pain in your arm.

The dark mark suddenly pulsing uncontrollably, you winced in pain.

Hermione quickly notices.

“Y/n, what is it? what’s wrong?”

A loud crash in the distance prevents you from answering.

Another crash followed by screams and the both of you quickly realise what was happening.

“Hermione!” Ron rushes over, attempting to pull her away but she doesn’t budge.

Pleading with her eyes, your own were quick to well up with tears.

“I can’t come with you–” You attempt to pry her hand off you.

“Go. I’ll find you. I promise.”

Your girlfriend hesitates and another scream makes her flinch.

“Hermione, please. Go.”

You watched as Harry grabbed her other hand, the three of them dissaparating.

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You waited a few hours longer than intended to return home. That feeling of dread in your gut only festered the longer you procrastinated.

You decided to just rip off the band aid.

Stepping through the front door, as expected, you are greeted with a slap across the face.

Holding your face that is now stinging you meet your mother’s gaze.

She is fuming.

“Where the devil have you been!”

“I left to get some air–”

“For two days?” She raises her voice.

“I’m sorry mother I should have asked you first.”

“Yes, you should have.” She steps closer, your back now pushed up against the door.

“When are you going to start taking this seriously?”

“You are a death eater.” Your mother pokes your chest to the point of pain.

“Your only job is to serve.”

“If the Dark Lord finds out you have other commitments he will kill you. Do you understand that?”

You kept your gaze fixed to the ground as you nodded.

The look she’s giving you is deadly and not something you’ve ever gotten used to.

Your mother reaches out and you flinch for a moment before feeling her light touch against your cheek. With her thumb she stroked gently at the same spot she had hit you just moments ago.

“Come. He is waiting.” Placing her hand on your back she guides you to the living area.

As you entered the dining hall, you took note of the heaviness in the air. A darkness that caused you to feel deeply unsettled.

Numerous death eaters were sat at the dining table. Catching Narcissa’s gaze she smiles at you kindly and you reciprocated. Her innate tenderness was a rather chilling contrast to the vibe in the room.

Every seat had been filled except for the one next to Voldemort.

The Dark Lord flashes you a grin and his is one that causes the hair on the back of your neck to stand.

“Ah, y/n our new recruit. So glad you could join us today. Come.”

He beckons you over. Walking closer he quickly gestures to the seat next to him.

“Please, have a seat.”

“Thank you, My Lord.” You barely manage to choke out, your stomach turning.

Glancing at the ground you watched as a large anaconda slithered underneath the table.

That thing could easily kill a fully grown human if it wanted to.

You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Now where is Dolohov? He should have been back with the boy hours ago.”

A beat passes where nobody answers and Voldermort slams his fist against the table causing everyone to flinch.

“My Lord, we found Dolohov in muggle London with his memory wiped. I am afraid the boy got away.”

“So what I’ve come to understand is that I sent my best death eaters to retrieve him and not one of you succeeded?”

Voldemort abruptly stands from his seat.

“Can anybody tell me where he is?”

Silence.

“Severus?”

It was only then you realised the Professor had been sat across from you.

“My guess is he still hiding out in London, my lord.”

Bellatrix can be heard clearing her throat before she speaks.

“I’d like to volunteer myself. I will kill the boy.”

“As much as I admire your bloodlust Bellatrix, he must be brought to me. I must be the one to kill Harry Potter.”

“Yaxley, Thorfinn find the boy. Search every inch of the city if you have to. Do not return empty handed.”

Yaxley stands to take his leave but the other death eater does not move from his seat.

“Forgive me my lord but I have just returned, if only if could be allowed some rest–”

Voldemort walks over to him without a word and the air in the room stills.

“Avada Kadavra.”

The flash of green dissipates as quickly as it appeared and you watch as Thorfinn slumps back into his seat, motionless.

The Dark Lord lowers his wand and you release the breath you were holding.

Feeling your entire body tremble, you suppressed the urge to flee.

“Would anybody else like to rest?”

More silence.

“I will go with Yaxley, My Lord” Greyback states already getting up from his seat.

“Very well.”

“Nagini, come. Dinner.”

The snake slithers out from underneath the table.

The noises of bones crunching as it devoured Thorfinn whole would be haunting your sleep for nights to come.

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Three weeks since you’ve last seen Hermione. The longest you had ever been apart from her and it is starting to take a toll on you.

“Y/n– did you hear what I just said?” Draco says snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Sorry, what was that?”

“Just forget it.” Draco grumbles, going back to practicing his spells.

“You know, as hard as I try I can never cast a Patronus.”

“How’d you cast yours? What’s your happiest memory?”

Your bestfriend asks and you aren’t able to control the tears welling up in your eyes.

All of a sudden, you had your head in your hands, your entire body wracked by sobs.

“Woah– what did I do?” Draco asks frantically, taking a seat next to you.

You fail to answer and he places a hand on your back soothingly.

“It’s Hermione isn’t it.”

“I don’t understand, if you’re this miserable just go and see her again.” Draco says and you lift your head to look at him.

“I can’t, if my parents find out–”

“I already got in trouble last time.”

Draco stays silent for a moment and you accepted it to be the end of the conversation but he continues.

“You don’t have the trace on you anymore, you know you can just lie.”

“Your problem last time was not having a solid alibi. Just tell them you’re staying with Pansy for a few nights and ask her to corroborate for you.”

You found his cavalier tone amusing.

“You seem to know a lot about this Draco– speaking from experience?”

“Perhaps.” He shrugs.

“Wait do you have a secret muggle girlfriend or something?”

Draco’s face contorts in disgust and you let out a laugh.

“I just enjoy my time away. My parents– well my father, he can be a lot.”

You nodded placing a hand on his knee

“I get it.”

He pats your back in response.

“Well, are you gonna see her or what?”

“Yeah, actually I will.” Standing up, making your way over to the desk.

You had to send an owl to Pansy first.

“Thanks.”

Draco gives you a nod.

“You’re welcome.”

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You apparated to the forest of dean. Skeptical at first but quickly remembered Hermione telling you about how she’d come to the forest often with her parents. It made sense why she’d pick it as a hideout.

Looking around you don’t manage to spot anybody, seemingly you were alone.

“Revelio.”

A shot in the dark.

You casted the spell hoping that Hermione or anyone would show themselves.

The veil now lifted you let out a breath of relief when you spotted a tent in the distance.

Stepping through the barrier you lift up your wand again, re casting the protective enchantment.

You begin to make your way towards the tent but you’re stopped by a figure running up towards you.

You quickly recognised to be Ron.

He points his wand, not making an effort to lower it even after realising it was you.

“Oh.”

You notice his shoulders sagged at the sight of you.

Ron, still as charming as ever.

“Good to see you too Weasley.”

“Is my girlfriend here?” You ask without referring to Hermione by name on purpose.

Its been far too long since you antagonised him.

Hermione seemed to have overheard your voice as she soon emerges from the tent.

Practically sprinting towards you, she throws herself into your arms.

If your feet hadn’t been firmly planted on the ground you definitely would’ve fallen backwards and brought her down with you.

“Hey, baby.”

Your hand stroking her back instinctively.

“I was afraid I’d ever see you again.” You hear her voice shake and you leaned back, urging her to look at you.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner.”

You reached forward, wiping away her tears as you spoke.

“Don’t disappear on me like that again, please.”

“Never again. I promise.”

Hermione leans in to place a quick kiss against your lips, your attempt to deepen it was halted by her hand on your chest.

She glances at Ron uncomfortably and you suppress the urge to roll your eyes.

He somehow always had to be there, lurking.

She grabs your arm before intertwining your fingers, guiding you closer to the tent.

“How’d you even find us.” Ron says walking ahead of you.

“That’s for Hermione and I to know and for you to find out.”

You smiled at him brazenly, making every attempt now to infuriate him. Ron rolls his eyes before turning around to make his way inside the tent without another word.

It seems you have won this round.

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“Say, exactly how many spare tents do you have in that bag of yours Hermione?”

The both of you lowering your wands as soon as the corners of the tent finally stands upright like they’re supposed to.

“I brought two just in case.”

Thanks to your girlfriend’s tendency to be overly prepared, the both of you would get some privacy tonight.

“Food’s ready, guys.” Harry calls out and you made your way to sit by the fire.

You began eating your meal in silence until Ron came over to sit across from you.

“Good, you’re eating.” Ron says to Hermione and you catch her shooting daggers at him.

You copy your girlfriend’s expression but instead yours was directed at her.

“You haven’t been eating?”

Hermione focuses her attention on the food on her plate.

“Sweetheart, you can’t–” You paused.

Suddenly cautious of the fact that the boys were listening in on your conversation.

Harry notices and quickly turns to Ron, he began making aimless remarks about the food.

You may disagree on a lot but you appreciated his ability to pick up on social cues.

“Hermione I don’t want to have to worry that you aren’t taking care of yourself when I’m not around.”

“I’m sorry I left you worried but please think of yourself too.”

Hermione pursed her lips nervously.

“You’re right I’m sorry– but you have to promise me the same.”

“Whatever happens to me, you’ll look after yourself.”

You almost forgot how shrewd Hermione can be. A smirk forming across your face, you nod.

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You were sat on the makeshift couch in the tent. Hermione was sitting with her back against the armrest, her legs outstretched on your lap.

You had been flipping through a book in silence before a sudden realisation washed over you.

“Hang on– did Harry have the sword with him in the chamber of secrets?” You asked.

Hermione’s eyebrows knitted together before she responded.

“Yeah. That’s how he killed the basilisk.”

“You told me once he destroyed the diary with a basilisk fang?”

Hermione nods still not following your train of thought.

“Merlin’s beard.” You gasp.

“What?”

You handed the book you were reading to Hermione, pointing at a specific line on the page.

“Dirt and rust have no effect on the blade. The sword of Gryffindor only takes it in, which makes it stronger.”

She reads aloud.

“That’s why–”

“Dumbledore left it to him in his will.” She finishes your sentence for you.

You smile broadly and Hermione reciprocates.

“We find the sword and we can destroy those hocruxes, Hermione.”

“We need to tell Harry.”

You attempt to stand up, pushing her legs off your lap but she swiftly pins you down with a hand on your shoulder.

“I don’t want to talk to Harry right now.”

**

Hermione moves to straddle you. Her core flush against your groin. Your hands move to her waist, holding her in place.

“No? What do you feel like doing instead?”

The tone of your voice matching the look Hermione is giving you.

She gives you no verbal response instead she leaned in, kissing you with unrestrained hunger.

Her tongue entering your mouth almost instantly, the heat stirring in the pit of your stomach only grows hotter when you feel Hermione grinding against your lap.

Your hands quickly finds the hem of her shirt, Hermione lifts up her arms allowing you to take it off her.

You trailed wet open mouthed kisses, starting at her jaw then her neck and eventually settling at her chest.

Wasting no time in taking her nipples into your mouth.

Hermione grips a handful of your hair as she lets out a moan.

Her hips moving harder against you. The warmth emanating from her core was driving you insane.

“Take this off.” You practically growled as you tugged at her sweatpants.

Hermione obeys without question immediately getting off you to take her pants off.

You quickly removed your own shirt, along with your slacks.

You were undressed in record time, clearly a result of being away from Hermione for three weeks.

Hermione is back on your lap, crashing her lips against yours. She kisses you hungrily, all teeth, tongue and aggression.

You move to lift her up but she pins you down again.

You watched as she grabs her wand, only registering what she was about to do when she waves it over your groin.

The familiar flesh coloured shaft forming, your breath catches in your throat.

Hermione holds your gaze as she lifts her hand up to her mouth gathering her own saliva in her palm.

Bringing her hand back down she strokes your shaft with dexterity.

Leaning back, you let out a groan. Shocked at how good her hand felt.

“Fuck, Hermione–”

Your girlfriend quickly silences you by lowering herself onto you.

The feeling of her cunt around your shaft made you dizzy.

She felt so good.

Something about the spell Hermione used this time that made you more sensitive, or perhaps it was your involuntarily abstinence. You couldn’t say for sure.

Hermione moves against you again and you let out an unrestrained moan.

She quickly places a hand over your mouth. Pursing her own lips, your girlfriend's trying her best not to scream out in pleasure herself.

“Quiet. They’ll hear you.” Hermione scolds, removing her hand from your mouth. She moves to grip the back of your neck.

You winced at the feeling of her nails digging into your skin but you are quickly distracted by Hermione’s hips moving again.

Repeatedly lifting herself up until only the tip of your strap was inside before moving back down onto it harshly.

She is fucking herself with abandon, using your cock for her own pleasure. It was selfish and unbelievably sexy.

Hermione had her eyes squeezed shut, bottom lip in between her teeth. She is trying so hard to stay silent.

You didn’t like it.

“Let them hear you, gorgeous. You sound so pretty when you cum.”

You whisper against her ear as your hands finding her breasts, kneading them.

You feel her move against your harder, you let out another moan which is quickly followed by hers.

Hermione moans out loud at every movement of her own hips and you smile triumphantly.

Your feel her clench painfully against your shaft. Her movements now inconsistent and messy, she was close.

Bringing your hand down you rubbed at her clit with your thumb. It didn’t take much for Hermione to come completely undone. She throws her head back, writhing and panting as the intense pleasure rips through her.

The sight of Hermione naked on top of you with her back arched accompanied with the feeling of you inside her was enough to make you reach your own release.

Her arms move to wrap around your neck, you held her as you both tried to recover.

“Do you think they heard us?” You joked and Hermione let’s out a breathless chuckle.

“That’s not funny. Now we’ll have to deal with Ron’s passive aggressiveness for the next few days.”

“Ah, that’s right the damage has been done. So there’s no harm in going for round two?”

You ask with no intention of waiting for an answer. You moved Hermione so that you were on top and she was laying down on the couch.

Not easing into it as you normally do, you thrust your hips harshly.

Hermione chokes out a moan in surprise, her hands moving to your back as you rutted into her.

Your girlfriend arches her back and you push her down roughly, holding her in place.

The whine that spills out of her lips only urged you to thrust deeper.

“Do you love me?” You asked, planting a kiss on her collarbone.

Hermione’s lost. She groans and you feel her clench against your shaft. You breathed in deeply suppressing your own orgasm.

“You know I love you.” Hermione barely manages to speak the sentence, she moans it.

Your hand moving to grip her throat you squeezed at it experimentally and watched as your girlfriend’s eyes roll to the back of her head.

Her hand reflexively moving to your neck pulling you lower, you had no choice but to lay your entire weight on her, causing you to push into her deeper.

Hermione moans loudly, reaching her sudden climax. You hadn’t anticipated it this time and from the looks of it neither did she.

She’s now moaning and trembling underneath you. The aftershocks of her orgasm taking its time to wear off.

She looked so breath-taking like this, you were convinced you could watch her forever.

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You were both in bed now, Hermione’s resting her head against your chest as you rubbed small circles against her shoulder absentmindedly.

“I have a hunch but I’m not entirely sure I’m right.”

You blurt out unsure if your girlfriend was still awake to hear you.

“What sort of hunch?”

“I overheard Bellatrix speaking to her sister, she was losing her mind over one of the other death eaters entering her vault without her permission.”

Hermione hums in response and you elaborate.

“From what I’ve noticed, for some odd reason the Dark Lord trusts her the most. I bet anything the most likely place he’d hide a hocrux would be her vault.”

Hermione sits up to look at you. Already giving you a warning look before you could continue.

“If I can just get in there without her knowing–”

“Oh absolutely not.” Hermione interjects right away and you’re not shocked.

It was worth a shot.

“She’s a cold blooded killer y/n. I don’t even want to think about what she’d do to you if you broke into her vault and did get caught.”

“My answer is no. We’ll find another way.”

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Saudade - Chapter 15

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Mikey x OC, Hanma x OC, Ran x OC, Mikey x OC x Draken Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Warnings: swearing, violence, threats of violence, murder, smoking, sex, consensual sex between teenagers, alcohol, recreational drug use, mention of trafficking, torture, family neglect, mentions of sexual violence. isekai OC. memory loss. unbeta’d **warnings are not exhaustive** Summary: No one seems to realize she doesn’t belong until she finally runs into her “new” brother, Hanagaki Takemichi. Now, hearing his story, Takara makes the choice to help him and hopefully find her way home, but faking it til you make it only lasts so long when you start losing the memories of the life you had before. As Takemichi becomes the only family she’s ever known, how far will she go to protect him?

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The only reason she doesn’t get expelled is because there are witnesses that they attacked her first and there is no proof that she was a culprit. The police give her another warning. 

Ran texts her to ask why she didn’t wake him…but Takara doesn’t respond. She doesn’t know how. There’s no easy way to tell him that she can’t be what he might want even if she doesn’t know what it might be. It doesn’t matter. She has plans. 

Takemichi forgives her, even as he’s being dragged off to do things with Chifuyu and his middle school friends. Chifuyu tells her she panicked everyone but waves her apology off easily. Like it wasn’t a problem that she managed to send an entire gang into a frenzy, like it didn’t cause everyone she knows to try to contact her or find someone who knew where she was. 

It felt like she was constantly apologizing and it never seems like enough. It feels like something hanging over her and she’s not sure if it’s another guillotine waiting to fall. 

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Hanma finally tracks her down within a day, once she’s released from her forced isolation from dealing with school and the police. The peace Takara felt in Ran’s bed is long gone, but the hickeys aren’t. 

“What the fuck?”

She turns on her skates at the voice, looking to see him standing there, staring down at her. “Shit.”

“No fucking kidding.” His hand snaps out, grabbing her wrist to keep her in place. 

She scowls in return. “Let go.”

“And let you fucking take off on me again? Don’t think so. Who the fuck gave you those?” 

“None of your business,” she says, shifting in place to keep herself from sliding out off balance. 

He moves his hand to her throat, thumb pressing on a specific spot and she knows it’s one of the marks Ran left. “You didn’t have these when I last saw you, so who the fuck did you run to when you left me?” 

She glares up at him. “I don’t owe you shit. Fuck off.” 

He pulls her closer, using the fact she’s on wheels against her. “You owe me a fucking kiss or you forget our agreement?” He leans down slightly, his face inches from hers. 

She knows in the back of her mind that she needs to keep him close, that she needs to let him in to keep her brother safe, but he irritates the hell out of her. She wants to stab him as he demands her like this. “Let go,” she demands again. 

“Who fucking marked you like you were theirs?”

“Fuck you.”

“You want to, princess, I’m ready. Your place or mine?”

Takara snorts, unable to help it. Hanma’s grip tightens slightly at the unintended insult. “I’m not interested.”

“You’re obviously interested in someone, so who the fuck do I need to kill for touching what’s mine?”

“Yours?” She tries to shove him back, wheels skidding slightly as she doesn’t have the right tension in her feet for it. All she does is push herself away until he pulls her back, chest slamming against his. “I’m not yours, Hanma. I can’t fucking stand you.”

“We don’t have to agree on it, princess. I know the fucking truth. You were mine the moment I decided you were.” 

She jams her hand into his side. He catches it before it can completely land a hit and presses it against him, holding her in place. It doesn’t deter her. She balances herself using the way he’s holding her and lifts her foot before slamming her rollerblade as hard as she can on the top of his foot. 

“Fuck!” He doesn’t let go even as he swears and she does it again, this time aiming for his toes. If he thinks he can manhandle her, she’s going to maim him in return. His grip tightens and he moves, turning to force her off balance and slamming her back against a wall. 

Takara moves to knee him in the groin, but Hanma lets go of one of her hands and reaches to block her. She aims to shove her fingers in his eye but then his lips are on hers and he’s kissing her surprisingly desperately.   

She bites at his lip hard but he groans, pressing himself into her as close as he can. This isn’t like kissing Ran. It’s hard and demanding and feels more like a fight than anything. He tries to deepen the kiss, but she refuses to open her mouth any more than she already has to bite him in an effort to make him stop. He bites back. 

She yelps at the feeling of his teeth digging into her bottom lip and he takes the advantage, tongue touching hers as he kisses her more intensely. This is what he wanted when she agreed to kiss him, but it’s too much. He’s too much, especially when she knows he’s going to try to kill her brother.

The reminder is enough to make her dig her fingers into his ribs, forcing him to break the kiss. His pupils are blown out like he’s high and she takes the chance to shove her fingers into his throat as he grins at her.  

“Motherfucker,” she snarls, watching as he coughs from the attack. She lifts her foot and slams the wheels into his jaw. It’s enough to make him stumble forward, laughing as he coughs. 

She doesn’t know why she does it, but before she takes off, leaving him in the alley…she steals the pack of cigarettes he has on him before going as fast as she can. He doesn’t follow. 

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It’s easier than it should be to get a lighter and Takara feels like she looks more suspicious than she actually is, tucked into another alley as she leans on a bike rack and lights a cigarette. Her first inhale as she tries to light it sends her coughing. Her eyes water as she tries to catch her breath. It feels like it’s killing her already but it also soothes the anxiety that’s racing under her skin from her fight with Hanma. 

It takes her a couple of tries but she eventually finds a groove. It no longer burns her chest in any way but soothing as she fixates on the way the smoke billows as she exhales. 

She closes her eyes. This is a bad idea. She knows it. She knows that the more she does this, the more addicting it’s going to be, but it’s finally slowing the electricity she feels in her veins. There’s a difference between the adrenaline of a good game and the fear that one of these men are going to trap her. Even if she knows it’s inevitable. 

“Fuck,” Takara mutters. She can still taste Hanma in her mouth and the cigarettes aren’t helping. She doesn’t quite understand why he’s so possessive of her already and while it’ll work to her advantage in the long run, it’s too soon. She’s barely interacted with him except to smack him around whenever he tries to take advantage of a situation. The worst part is he isn’t a bad kisser, even if both times have been unwanted. She has a feeling that if she relaxed and actually kissed him back properly, she might enjoy it. The thought is almost enough to make her skin crawl. 

Will it really matter if she gives herself to him? Despite the memories she has of this life she never lived, Takara knows she doesn’t really belong here. She’s not actually a part of this world. Everyone except Takemichi acts as if she’s always been his sister, but the two of them know the truth. She is an intruder, a parasite that is taking over a life that does not exist. Is Takara truly alive or is she simply a parody of an idea, something formed only to push Takemichi into his fate? She didn’t think she believed in fate.

She takes another drag of the cigarette. It’s easier and easier the more she does it. Does it really matter what she does with her life if she doesn’t really exist? Her parents here barely acknowledge her existence and the only ones who do are the gangs she’s found herself surrounded with. She’s drawn blood multiple times and yet…no one has ever told her to stop. No one has ever said that she’s doing too much. They’ve only asked her to let them help her, to protect her. 

The very idea of needing help drives a wedge under her skin. Her brothers have always said that needing help is a sign of weakness, and since she was a girl, she was automatically weak. But…she can’t remember their names or the details of their faces…so do their opinions still matter? If the very things that have built the foundations of her are gone, have never existed in the first place…then who is she? What is she left with if the girl she was is gone and the only one left is the Takara of now?

“Fuck,” she mutters again, dropping the butt of the cigarette and rolling over it. She feels like she’s spiralling and there’s nothing to hold on to. She pulls out another cigarette and fumbles lighting it. It falls before she can calm herself down and before she knows it, she’s kneeling down and crying. 

The cigarette falls to the floor. Takara buries her face in her hands as she crouches there. It’s only experience that keeps her from wiping out as she balances on her blades and cries. She’s alone in this world. She has her brother, but every time he goes back to the future, she’s left fumbling in the dark, in this world that’s not hers. It feels like hers though. Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya, Emma, Hina, Ran…even Hanma…they all feel like hers. It terrifies her. 

She doesn’t know what it means to be Takara…except for taking care of Takemichi. 

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Chapter 4: Bihotza

Donquixote Rosinante x gn!reader

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“I still don’t understand why you had to call me here specifically. You know my doctors are more than capable of a few stitches, Crocodile,” you said, glaring at the man you were currently sewing up. If there was any one person that irritated you upon seeing him, it was this man. Mostly because his visits always came with a purpose, and not just a medical one.

The man shrugged. “But you’re the one I trust the most.” You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “If it was one of my men, it’d be different, but since I’m the one needing the work done, I need only the best doctor.” He looked at you with an unamused expression that he wore often.

You just looked at him with a blank expression, shaking your head. You weren’t in the mood for this. “You always want something. What is it?” 

“Is just wanting you to stitch me up not enough?”

“Crocodile, so help me, I will undo all this stitching and let you just bleed out all over my hospital floor.” You stopped moving your hands, glaring at him and he chuckled. “My, my. All temper today. Did I interrupt something important?”

“You did, actually. I was trying to treat my interns and new nurses to a nice lunch but now I can’t fucking join them because someone thinks they’re so important.” 

The man under your needle scoffed, rolling his eyes. 

“If you’re here to try and recruit me to your family again, you should already know by now my answer is no. I’m neutral through and through. If I’m not going to join my own father, what makes you think I’ll join you?”

“Well, your father is losing his power and I’m gaining up on the two most powerful families.”

“Oh, is that what you think?” You looked at him, raising an eyebrow. You laughed, rolling your eyes. Compared to your family and Rosinante’s, the both of your families had been around the longest, so your connections run the deepest around. Most people don’t know the true extent of your power and influence. Crocodile is a relatively new family as he’s the first of his family to rise through the ranks and make a name for himself - an organization, for himself.

Crocodile narrowed his eyes at you. “What is that supposed to mean?”

You sighed, finishing up the stitching and beginning the clean up process. “My family has been around for generations as has the Donquixote family, I don’t think you realize just how much power and influence they have. My father has never been one to flex his power or abuse his connections. He’s a man that works quietly in the shadows. Quite the opposite of Doflamingo who is rather ostentatious with his movements.”

You shook your head, washing your hands as you finished up everything. “We’re old money and old power. You’re new money and new power. It’s a different kind of influence, but don’t think for one moment you’re anywhere near what they are in power. They can squash you like a bug.” 

Crocodile just looked at you, shaking his head. “I still don’t understand how you couldn’t want all that power and influence. Think about what it could do for your hospital.”

“My hospital is doing just fine as you can see. Now, next time, I would appreciate it if you didn’t disturb me for a minor injury that my doctors are more than capable of handling. I have no problems making sure that your family starts and ends with you.” You mustered up the deadliest glare that you could. There was nothing you hated more than people wasting your time with petty bullshit.

“You think my family would crumble just because I’m dead? I have pl-”

“I plan on staying this way until I die. Which, honestly? Shouldn’t be that much longer. Not with this lifestyle and the position I’m in. So I’m going to do what I do and make the most of it.” You shrugged, looking at him as you finished putting everything away.

“Yes. Your connections are too new, too fragile. You’ve been doing this, what? A couple of decades now? Don’t get me wrong, you’ve done an impressive job thus far, but if you think things will carry on if you die without having a proper successor.” You snorted, shaking your head. “You have another thing coming.”

“How long do you plan on staying neutral? Everyone wants you on their side, surely one offer will be tempting enough to sway your decision one day.”

“Now, I’m leaving. Don’t bother me with this shit again.” With that, you left.

--

“He said what?” Marco laughed, shaking his head. “This is, what, the third time?”

You nodded, currently digging into your cold food that you didn’t get to enjoy earlier because of the ‘emergency’. “It’s so fucking stupid. I wish they’d leave me alone and let me do my thing.” Crocodile has been trying to get you to ‘join his side’ for a while now and every time you said no. You didn’t care about wealth or fame or power, you just wanted to help people. You were doing just fine on your own. 

Besides, if you had wanted all that, you wouldn’t have left your own family in the first place. Their power was immeasurable to most, their wealth was astronomical. Technically, a lot of it was still yours. Your father would still give you whatever you wanted, but you didn’t take it. You wanted to make your own name for yourself and stay neutral through and through. You’d feel like you were cheating otherwise.

“You’re too powerful in your own right and they want that - of course they are going to try to recruit you.”

“Which is so wild to me. Like, if I’m joining anyone, it would be with my dad. Not someone else?” The both of you laughed, after all, this isn’t the first time someone has tried to get you to join ‘their side’. It never ended well for anyone.

“Some people still try to bring pops back into the scene too. The man is old and he got out of that a long time ago, let the man be,” Marco said, making you snort. 

“You never truly leave,” you mused in a silly voice, shaking your head with a small sigh. “Speaking of pops, he texted me this morning.” When you had left your family, you had moved in with Marco and his father, Edward Newgate. The man had pretty much taken you in as his own and you even considered him your father as well. You just had two dads now. You still talked to your own, yes, but it was much harder. He was constantly busy and also wanted to respect your wishes of being out of the lifestyle that he was so heavily involved in. 

Marco tensed as you mentioned pops texting you. “Oh? W-What did he say?”

“Just asking how things were going. You know, the typical weekly check in text.” The man before you visibly relaxed. “Oh, makes sense.”

You looked over at him, narrowing your eyes at him. “Also asked me how my love life was going.” 

Marco’s eyes widened as he looked at you. “Oh?” He offered a sheepish grin. “Seems like he just wants you to-”

“What did you tell him, Marco?”

“I don’t know what-”

Your chopstick flew past his head and impaled itself on the wall next to him. He yelped, flinching. His eyes were wide as he looked from the piece of wood sticking out of the wall over to you. You offered him a smile as you tapped your other chopstick on the table idly. “Try again?”

He put up his hands with a sigh. “Fine. Fine. I told him not to say anything, but he was asking about you do naturally I told him. You know I can’t lie to pops.”

“But you didn’t have to tell him about everything! You could’ve just said…I don’t know…anything else! Lie by omission!” 

You shook your head. “Not even that it’s really a lie because nothing is happening!” you hissed at him, pointing your chopstick at him. 

“You and I both know that’s bullshit! You can’t possibly think-”

“Doctor y/n. We have an issue in the lobby. Come as quickly as possible.” The intercom interrupted the two of you and you looked at Marco. “What the hell do they need me for?” You were grumbling as you stood up.

You looked at your best friend, glaring at him. “This conversation is over. And don’t tell your father anything else! I don’t need pops on my ass about my dating life again. He had just finally stopped asking if I was seeing anyone.” He just grinned at you, waving as you left.

--

As you approached the lobby, you heard a voice scolding someone. Was that Law? Who was he yelling at? Was this the issue? Did he take it too far with a patient? 

“Your clumsy ass is going to get me in trouble!” Oh, shit. You quickened your pace.

“Oh come on, Law! I didn’t mean to! And it’s not like I’m going to press charges or anything. We all know it’s my own clumsiness, not-”

“What’s going on here?” You rounded the corner, pausing as you saw the scene before you. One of your large potted plants - your favorite one -  was now knocked to the ground, the vase shattered - dirt and plants all over the place. One of the tables were also broken. Your eyes trailed the path of destruction to a familiar face currently sitting in one of the chairs looking an absolute mess was, of course, Rosinante. He had a large cut on his face and a bloody nose. It looked like there was a cut on his arm too. You couldn’t tell what was blood and what was just the red pattern on his shirt.

What was he even still doing here?

The pair of men before you looked at you with wide, terrified eyes. You could only be amused in his moment, but you kept your poker face. “Well?” you asked, putting your hands on your hips.

The two of them began to stutter and you sighed, shaking your head. You walked over, stepping over the isle of destruction, taking Rosinante’s chin in your hand and lifting his face so you could get a closer look at the damage. You watched as his face turned red once more just like last time. You looked at his arm, taking his hand in yours as you lifted it to examine it as well.

You looked at Law, noticing a devious glint in his eye as he looked at his father. Whatever that was, you didn’t have time for it right now. “Alright. Law, make sure no one gets hurt, I’ll have your father clean this later. And you,” you pointed at Rosinante. You realized that he never formally introduced himself, so you had to act like you still didn’t know him. “Come with me.”

Both of them nodded quickly, the taller of the two jumping up to follow you. Only to, naturally, get caught on something and start falling once again before you caught him before he could crash into anything else. You looked at him. “You seem even clumsier in enclosed spaces,” you commented before taking him by the arm and dragging him down the hallway with you.

You brought him into your office, Marco having already disappeared off somewhere. Your food was missing so you could only assume that he cleaned it up for you. Hopefully he didn’t eat it. You knew he wouldn’t throw it away, both of you weren’t ones to waste anything. But the bastard has stolen your food a time or two.

“Sit.” You started rummaging in your desk drawers for a moment as Rosinante did as you asked. He seemed incredibly tense. You supposed that your fake anger act was working out.

“There we are.” You pulled out a first aid kit, setting it on the desk and pulling out a few items.

“Well, I guess it makes sense why you had a small first aid kit when I ran into you that one time,” he said with an awkward chuckle, trying to ease the silence.

You looked at him for a moment before chuckling yourself, letting the mood lighten. You walked back over to him. “So, I’m assuming nothing happened except your own clumsiness?” you said as you started to clean up the blood on his cheek. 

He sighed, nodding. You paused, glaring at him slightly. “Don’t move your head.” He stiffened. “Uh, okay.” 

“I-I won’t press charges or anything since it’s my own fault I-”

“Oh, I know. Trust me, even if you did, they wouldn’t go through. One look at the video tapes and they’d know.” You chuckled, shaking your head. “It wouldn’t be anything except a waste of time to the courts.”

“The receptionist was freaking out which is why she called you. She thought I was going to do that.” He pouted a little, but did his best not to move too much.

“Well, we’ve been sued for smaller reasons. They never win, but a lot of my time is wasted. Nothing irritates me more than when people waste my time.” You made a face as you thought of your impromptu meeting with Crocodile earlier. His stupid ‘emergency.’

Rosinante’s eyes suddenly widened. “Oh, I must be wasting yours then! I’m so sorry! You’re always patching me up and saving my ass. You must hate-”

You watched him with an incredulous expression. “Who said you were wasting my time?” He stopped, looking at you with surprise. “Well, you said-”

“I know what I said. Helping someone who injures themselves because they’re just accident prone is different than when someone is deliberately trying to waste my time or try and get something from me.” You let out a small sigh, shaking your head. 

You started to bandage up his cheek and he just stared at you with a look that you couldn’t quite place. You opened your mouth to ask what he was staring at you for when he finally spoke. “You’re so kind.”

You paused, blinking several times as you tried to process what he said. “Huh?” You looked at him as you finished up his bandage. “What are you on about?”

“Just an observation.”

A look of confusion crossed your features as you tried to process what he said and why. “I-I’m just doing my job,” you mumbled as you started to clean up the cut he had on his arm. 

“But you genuinely care - not a lot of people do.”

“You kind of have to in my-”

“I’ve met plenty that don’t.”

You just looked at him and he was looking at you with a soft expression that was making your heart race. A memory resurfaced. The one where he told you that they had went to countless doctors that didn’t seem to care about figuring out what was wrong with Law at all way back when. You supposed that he’d probably seen his fair share of shitty doctors. 

“You sure you didn’t hit your head? You’re spewing nonsense.” You turned to focus on your task at hand. “This is going to need stitches.”

You went back to your desk, rummaging around before pulling out a small suture kit. You rounded back to him, pulling over a chair and straddling the back of it. “Set your arm as straight as you can on the arm of your chair,” you said. He nodded, following your instruction.

As you were preparing the hook, he spoke up again. “You remind me of them.” You raised a brow, but not looking at him as you were focused on what you were doing. “Of who?”

“The one that saved my son.” His voice was soft again and you paused, tensing for a moment. Hold on, he just said you reminded him of them. Not that you were them. Take it easy. “Oh?” You continued what you were doing.

“How long have you been here, y/n?” You glanced at him for a moment before shrugging. “A long time.” You moved to start the process of stitching him up.

“How long is th-” He let out a loud hiss as you punctured him. 

“Focus on not moving.” He just let out a long breath, nodding. He let his head fall back and gripped the chair as you did your thing. You just didn’t want him asking any more questions. You could only lie so much before it started taking a toll on you. Lying about something like this was different than lying for another reason. You hated lying in general.

Luckily for him, you were phenomenal at your job. You had the whole process done in record time, so he didn’t even have to stress for too long. You cleaned up everything, noticing the pale look on his face. He was panting slightly from tensing and being in so much pain. You could’ve given him numbing cream, but that’s what he gets for breaking your favorite potted plant. And you knew he could take it. You walked over, washing your hands after cleaning everything up and removing your gloves.

You grabbed a water bottle from your minifridge, handing it to him. “Drink this. You need to stay hydrated.” He took it, thanking you and drinking it. 

“How are you feeling?” you asked, sitting in the chair behind your desk.

The man shrugged. “I mean, as good as you can when you’ve just been patched up.” He pouted slightly and you laughed.

“Well, if someone paid attention to where they were going, they might be able to not fall as often.” 

The man opened his mouth to retort but resulted in just puffing out his cheeks and pouting more. He folded his arms and slouched in his chair. Honestly, the whole look was comical considering his large stature. 

“Now that you’re all patched up, however.” You looked at him, leaning forward and clasping your hands together. “I think someone needs to clean up the mess they made.” You grinned at him.

His eyes widened and he stood up suddenly. Way too fast for someone who just lost a good amount of blood. You watched as his eyes rolled back and he started falling. You reacted quickly, basically vaulting over your desk as you caught him in your arms. “Dammit, Rosinante,” you grumbled.

He came back quickly, having only fainted for a moment. “W-what?” He looked at you, his face immediately turning red as he noticed you were still holding him like you were dipping him during the waltz. “I-I’m sorry!” He scrambled to stand only to smack foreheads with you. “Fucking-” You helped him stand before, pressing your hand to your head. Fuck, that hurt.

“I’m sorry!” He seemed frantic and you held up your hand, shaking your head. “It’s when you spaz out like this that accidents happen. You need to learn to take your time.”

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose as you started to feel a headache coming on. This man was absolutely a handful. Though, at this point, you were starting to accept that you were going to see him a lot more often. If Law was going to be doing his residency at your hospital, running into Rosinante was inevitable - and whatever games Fate was playing, you knew you would run into him more and more often as time went on.

“You fainted because you stood up too quickly. First of all, you shouldn’t move so rashly when you’ve lost a lot of blood. Two, you, of all people, shouldn’t be moving so rashly to begin with because that’s how things get destroyed. Three, I was teasing you. Yes, I’m still going to make you clean up your mess, but you don’t have to rush there and do it. It’s okay to take your time.” You smiled at him, gesturing for him to sit down. 

“Now, I’m going to grab you something to eat, okay? That’ll do well with the blood loss.” You stood up and he just stared at you. It was a look between amazement and bewilderment.

“I’m not asking you again, Rosinante. Sit.” His eyes widened and he did what you said, immediately sitting down as you headed for the door. “Stay and don’t move. I don’t need you breaking anything else or passing out in the middle of a hallway okay?” He just nodded, not speaking for whatever reason, but his face was almost as red as the heart printed on his shirt.

“Good. I’ll be back.” With that, you headed out.

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Succession Preference: Tattooed Baby Sibling

Requested: Hi! Hope you are well! Idk if you're taking requests atm, feel free to ignore this if so! But I was thinking of a preference for The Roy Siblings. In which the reader would be their baby sibling, but they have A LOT of tattoos and maybe how the family reacts to them or or how they deal with that part of their sibling? - anon

A/N: I love this!!! I only have about 30, so idk if I qualify as tattooed person just yet lol, but picturing this is fantastic! Thank you for requesting my love!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

Connor comes from a different generation. He's not used to seeing tattoos in the professional world. Knowing this, you keep yourself pretty covered until you can't. It's at Caroline's wedding you shed some layers, letting your skin show in the heat. He's taken aback. He knew you had a few, but you're covered now. You catch him staring, unsure of his emotions, ready to defend yourself like always: they won't stop you from getting a job, they're a freedom of expression and art, they make you feel more at home in your body, some are just funny and others far more sentimental, that it's your money and you can spend it however you want, etc. Instead though, he just gives you a small smile. "I like the one by your elbow, kiddo." He has a lot of questions, like what does it feel like to get them and why you gravitate towards them when others, like him, feel no need. He knows you get enough judgment from your mother and father. He's your biggest brother, he loves you no matter what.

Kendall doesn't really understand them. Like Connor, he has questions, though you're often reverting back to your childhood self when you answer them: totally defensive. You're busy showing them off to Kerry when you catch his attention. There are a few fresh ones, still raised and irritated. It makes his skin hurt just looking at it. You're completely covered now, working on filling in the gaps. He doesn't see the appeal. He thought, like most "phases", you'd grow out of it, but these things are permanent. Forever. It's a big commitment he could never make. What if he likes something today and hates it tomorrow? You assure him you've never felt that way, but if you ever do, it's something you liked once and that's enough. He makes some not so great remarks about professionalism and what happens when you get older, but they're all out of big brother concern. Eventually you tell him that they've never affected your ability to get a job and that they'll look cool just like they do now when you're older. End of discussion. He doesn't hate them, but he doesn't think they're great either, especially you being his baby sibling. He'll never approve.

Shiv has always wanted to get a matching tattoo with you. Something small, delicate, tasteful, probably on her ankle. You make plans for this, but it never happens. You can never agree on what you want. You urge her to hurry up since you're running out of space. She loves them, she thinks they're really cool and also a huge middle finger to your father. You're always eager to show her the newest ones. She wouldn't expect anything less from you. You've been drawing on yourself since you could hold a marker. Every time you came home from school covered in ink your father would order either one of your siblings or one of the nannies to scrub you til skin came off. He barked that this was unacceptable behavior, but it never stopped you from doing it again. Now look at you. She doesn't hold the same fears or beliefs as your brothers. She's under the belief that if it makes you happy, truly happy, and it doesn't kill Logan, then it's fine. Why should anyone try to stop you? It's a tattoo, that's all.

Roman is the least bothered by them. Why would he care? It's not his body. He calls Connor and Kendall old men for being so uptight about it. Does he make fun of you to no end about them? Of course. Oh no y/n, a Chipotle bag threw up all over you! Looks like you've still got some unused space right. . . there. Where's Waldo am I right? If I can find the end of the maze do I get a prize? He has a habit of poking fresh tattoos and feigning ignorance, too. How am I supposed to know what's new and what's not? He also loves to point out new ones to your mother and father, who both despise them. Oops, did I do that? He runs away before you can hit him. He understands, while also an aesthetic thing, it's about pain, too. There's something satisfying about the needle that you can't get anywhere else. That noise, the constant poking, the radiating ache. He gets it. You all have to do what you gotta do to get by. A need to go back, this inner wanting for the pain again. It's socially acceptable and you get permanent art to go along with it. Win-win.

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Patchy my love, my life, my dearest dear. I'm here to to look at your books of old. I'm not sure which to pick, so perhaps you have a recommendation for me?

Hello Nemo, my most darling adventurer of the deep. How wonderful it is for me to see you here! I can see that you are wanting to join in on the celebrations of my little shop, and for that, I am forever grateful - after all, where would I be if it weren't for consistent patrons like yourself.💛

And I am more than happy to help you choose a book from my many shelves, we wouldn't want you walking away with one you weren't too keen on or one you simply would not like.

If you will allow me, I would love to give you one of my favourite as a token of my thanks and friendship 🔮

Your breathing was labored and all you could hear was the sound of the wind rushing through your one beautifully styled hair as you made you way passed the polished marbled and stone floors the castle was made of; the heavy skirts of your dressed bunched in your hands as you stumbled about trying not to lose the speed and distance you had created.

What you were running from, you could not recall – at least not at first – for your mind was still locked in a haze, one of from realm far from this, of reading upon inked words on a page. The loud chiming of the bells around you, signalling the twelfth hour of the night, urged your forward as epinephrine ran through your blood. The more rang that louder it became within your ears, the ringing filled your senses and made you almost delirious to what their call meant to you at that moment.

That you had to leave.

To run and hide away from the man who was following after you, one whose stride far outmatched yours and was gaining on you with every step. For if he caught up to you, who knows what would befall upon you should be find out the truth – that you were not a fair maiden, perhaps akin to a visiting royal, but a mere servant stuck to serve those who would never appreciate you as you deserved.

‘He could not know, and he would not know.’ That was the mantra that ran through your mind as you made a mad dash back to where your horse and carriage were, to try and leave behind this world of polish and beauty, of odd serenity, and to go back to where you belonged.

For this world was only meant for you for however long the magic spell cast upon you deemed it fit. A blessing given to you by a haggard woman begging for your aide, one that transformed before your eyes and for kindness she would gift you one in turn. She turned your worn clothes into a beautiful silver gown, the mice at your feet into beautiful steads, and the old pumpkin that you were to harvest into a grand carriage. To finish it all, she adorned your poor bruised feet, ones that barely knew comfort, glass slippers – ones only meant for you.

She then wished you well, helping you to gather your skits and place you within the coupe she so graciously gave you, to enjoy the night at the grand ball the royal family had been hosting; the event you could not attend given your low station and lack funds for a decent dress.

You had never known such luxury, nor the privileges it gave or how much better those around you acted to your presence with it. For the moment you stepped out onto the lustrous marbled floors of the palace, the people within it treated you like you were their own; with warm smiles and murmured words of flattery instead of rebuffs and scoffs you had grown accustomed to.

You even got to meet the Prince.

Something so wonderous, so out of your world that only in your deepest dreams could you conjure meeting him, that you couldn’t help but gape up at him as you tired to stutter a response; shying your head downward after a moment in embarrassment.

Though it seemed merely charming to him moreso than irritating, if his reassuring laughter was anything to go by as he took hold of your gloved hand and brought your knuckles to his lips “I am Prince Thorin, a son in the House Oakenshield. And I must say you have caught me by surprise.”

It took you a moment, swallowing down your nerves as you tried not to become so overwhelmed by his gesture or closeness to you, before you managed to squeak out “A-and why is that, your highness?”

“I know every maiden in my court, and those of neighboring lands, and yet I have not met you” He replied, standing to a more full height, though still slightly crowding you as his voice took a more hushed tone “Though, I would like to.”

His charming smiling made your knees buckle, as you struggled to breathe; that little hitch in your breath made his grin wider as he leaned down closer to you, “Would you allow me a dance?”

And who were you to say no? Who were you to try and tear your hand away from his as he gently coaxed you towards him and the throws of people gliding so effortlessly to the beautiful tones the musicians made. You were nothing if not someone being swept up in a grand romance, one you have only read about – you would be a fool, and call yourself such, if you didn’t allow yourself to be lost in it all as you fell in the warm embrace of his arms the whole night.

But such foolishness is why you were in this such a state now. Dishevelled and exhausted as you cursed yourself for not paying more attention; for not properly heading that mystic woman’s warning of when the magic she had casted would wane. Now here you were scurrying away like a rabbit in a chase as you tired to make it out of the castle and back home before your horse and carriage, before your façade, would be taken away.

Though in your haste you lost your footing. With a strangled cry you fell down the few stairs that you have been rushing down. Though you were grateful for the plush fabric of your dress to help break your fall, your ankle still ebbed and flowed with fresh pain as you struggled to get back up.

“My lady! Wait, please!” You heard him call out as he appeared before you at the top of the very grand staircase you had just cleared.

With him so close you could not bring yourself to go back to the glass slipper that had fallen from your foot in your stumble; instead having to leave it behind if it meant saving yourself from the embarrassment of him finding out the truth.

Though you wished to keep both slippers for future use, you were grateful for the small distraction to gave to Thorin to allow yourself time to get into your carriage, begging for your footman to hurry for time was running out. Sighing in slight relief once the vessel had begun it’s movements, but that sigh of relief was quickly turned into a sharp inhale as you watched as watched as royal guards upon their steeds, raced to chase after you.

Over hill and yonder they gained upon you, as your magic began to wear off. Your footman blinking between the fox he was before, your poor horses one by one turning back into mice as your carriage was slowly shrinking back down into the pumpkin it once was. Quickly you were careening into the stone path before you as you held your breath over the impact of the grassy hill upon you….

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With a sharp breath your body nearly jolted out of its skin as you felt a warm hand rest upon your shoulder; you looked up to see the kind peddler who had allowed you respite here and allowed you to read a book that had caught your eye before purchasing it.

“Sorry…’ You managed to say between labored breaths, closing the book in your lap with a small thud as you began to stand.

“Never apologize,” She smiled kindly, helping you stand upon your own two feet “I very much like when my patrons enjoy the trinkets and novelties I provide.”

She pushed the book she had given you further into your hands as her smile grew wider “And I can tell you like this story~”

I do hope you are aware that what you read may be nothing more than ink on a page. As well, I do hope you know that I am not a shaman who will trick you with visions and nothing more; that the items I give are real as the ground beneath your feet.

Suppose all this to say, that he may have been chasing after you in a fairytale, that does not mean that a man like him is not chasing after you - pining after you. In fact, I would not be surprised if you ran into him after leaving my shop 🔮

I do hope you wish to keep what you found, for all 'sales' are final

[more-than-a-princess]

Continued from here for @the-ultimate-muses!

It hadn't occurred to Sonia until she'd said it that he might have preferred prison over his family. She flinched slightly at his words: her own familial situation wasn't ideal and was often a source of distress for her, but it paled in comparison to Kazuichi's. "I meant...with your talent...would it not complicate things in having a career if you have an arrest on your record?" She half-stuttered her reply, rather unlike her due to the subsequent shock and shame she'd felt from his admission.

Maybe getting into legal trouble wouldn't as severely impact him as it would her own future. But what Sonia did know was that to steer away from this terribly awkward line of inquiry...they'd need to get high.

He was a fish out of water in her dormitory suite, but there wasn't much she could do about that as she rummaged through her desk drawer. Her parents, upon her admission to the school, had insisted upon sending a royal-approved interior decorator to take the interconnected rooms the school had given their future Ultimate Princess and furnish them to her family's standard: sage green and pale blues, replicas of portraits in gilded gold and shiny wooden frames, more furniture replicas to evoke the feeling of Novoselic Castle whilst in Japan. A reminder that her 'normal' life would always be temporary, and that royalty was the only certainty she could depend on. Forgetting where she came from was all but impossible, even with Kazuichi Soda standing in the middle of her sitting room gawking at the 360 degrees of finery around him.

And then doubling over laughing when she'd presented him with a choice of edibles. He found it hilarious, but Sonia frowned, her eyes losing a bit of mischievous light they'd recently possessed. "I appreciate you not commenting on this matter," She told him dully, "It would be an irritating situation to untangle, and I doubt it would be favorable to you in the end." Her family's PR team could turn anything into a positive, or simply neutral, spin in favor of the royal family, and she didn't want him to get caught in the crossfire as a result. Maybe it was because they were friends now, or trying to be, that she didn't wish for the worst for him.

"You know, Soda-san, you think far too highly of the aristocracy if you believe we are above recreational drug possession and use," She remarked as she took a chocolate edible for herself, handing the open fruit gummy bag to him for him to take the flavor of his choice from. "It is practically a requirement of membership."

Alongside using 'holiday' as a verb, having a preferred polo horse and being upset when the favorite was otherwise indisposed, inheriting instead of purchasing priceless works of art, and backing at least a dozen charitable efforts purely to bolster a good name and avoid paying taxes. Well, not her family: the royal family didn't pay taxes, they just received them from everyone else. But for the general aristocracy, all of that plus the requisite vices were part of the lifestyle. Sonia simply tended to choose alcohol and purchasing rare horror film and occult merchandise in secondhand shops for herself, but edibles weren't out of the question.

 She popped one of the chocolate ones in her mouth before sealing the bag and putting it away. Unlike most confectioneries on the drug market, the ones made in Novoselic had mastered how to balance the taste of the concentrated THC oil with smooth, milky chocolate. "I hardly ever run out," She told him, taking the bag of gummies back once he'd made his choice. "Why not just visit when you'd like one? Though I suppose it is less of an activity than smoking marijuana, we just have to wait for the effects to take over."

[idlyfretting]

Yep, I crash landed from that year-long stranger things obsession directly into hp territory.

All you need to know for this is that Harry was re-sorted into Slytherin at the beginning of fifth year. Umbridge still torments him, and most of the other stuff in OotP still happens, maybe? But Harry has adopted a sort of apathetic outlook, rather than an overtly rage-filled one. It's not great but it's also not terrible? Mostly just annoying. And this is that annoyance bubbling over.

Because Malfoy is still a little shit. Enjoy.

Ao3: that came from my mother's side

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As much as Harry missed eating breakfast with his friends every day, he had to admit he liked the quiet of the Slytherin table in the mornings. Sure most of his new housemates hated his guts, but they mostly kept it to glares this early in the morning, leaving him free to look over his essays or school books. He’d never been able to read this far ahead before, and his marks were clearly benefiting from it. Potions was an outlier, but Harry had learned long ago to ignore the actual grade on any essay or worksheet from that particular class. Apparently the OWL scores were what mattered anyway, and those were proctored by outside instructors, not Hogwarts professors with a grudge the size of the moon.

So he appreciated the additional study time.

“I swear, how has Longbottom survived this long?”

Except when it was interrupted by useless commentary from his least favorite classmate.

“No idea. Dumb luck, probably.” Parkinson’s answer was aloof. She flicked her hair over her shoulder, pursing her lips at Malfoy who was seated next her. “He’s a horrible excuse for a pureblood, I can tell you that.”

“Total disgrace,” he agreed readily, smirking at her. “He’s never looked me in the eye, you know. Guess that just means he knows his place.” He puffed up his chest obnoxiously. “Or he’s just terrified of me.”

Harry, who’d started packing up his things the moment he heard Malfoy’s voice, couldn’t hold back his snort.

The blonde and his yearmates whipped their heads around to stare at Harry, most of them sneering once they realized who it was.

“Have something to say, Potter?” Malfoy asked, an annoying twinge to his tone. “Don’t forget I can still punish you as I see fit.” He tapped his prefect badge.

Harry nodded in his direction, trying to not let any irritation enter his response. “Feel free to take as many points from Slytherin as you think necessary.” 

Malfoy’s face tightened and his lips curled back. Rather than respond to Harry directly, he instead continued on with his earlier topic. “Longbottom is a worthless excuse for a wizard. He’s not even a proper Gryffindor, if there even is such a thing.” He glanced across the table at Crabbe and Goyle. “What kind of lion runs away from a snake?” The two boys and Parkinson laughed mockingly. 

Harry had been content to just leave, feeling more irritated with the others than any actual anger. But as he was standing up, he caught sight of Umbridge sitting at the head table fairly close to the Slytherins, giggling into her napkin in obvious mirth.

Yeah, fuck that.

Harry slung his backpack over his shoulder and made his way over to stand facing Malfoy across the table, his back to the rest of the hall. The others’ laughter faded away as he stood there staring at Malfoy. Just as the other boy opened his mouth, Harry sighed loudly.

“You look a lot like your mother, Malfoy.”

Malfoy blinked a few times before responding back with a baffled, “What?”

“I always used to assume you were a carbon copy of your father. And you kind of are, with that hair and those clothes and that sense of superiority,” Harry continued, voice calm and almost airy, not leaving any room for interruption. “But you actually share more physical features with your mother. Your eyes, your cheekbones, your jawline. Which makes sense, I guess. I’ve heard her family’s genes are quite potent.”

Malfoy and his lackeys looked utterly confused. A few seats down from them though, Harry saw Theodore Nott grip his fork a little tighter than necessary. Sitting across from him was Daphne Greengrass, her shoulders a tense line and her head just slightly tilted in their direction.

Harry focused back on Malfoy. “Neville looks like his mum, too. He’s shown me some pictures. Same nose, same laugh, same hairline… It’s odd, ya know? From what other people have told me, I’m a carbon copy of my dad.” Harry shrugged, letting out a light huff, like this was funny. “When some people look at me, all they see is James Potter. Neville says it’s sort of the same for him, at least with some of his mother’s extended family.”

A sizable section of the Slytherin table had gone silent by now, made obvious by how the rest of the house tables had continued on behind Harry like nothing was happening. He didn’t relish the audience, but he still had a point to make. 

And he desperately wanted to put Malfoy in his place.

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[failing-to-write-again]

The Dancer and The Deadbeat

The poll has spoken and so here is the first installment in the Shu rewrite.

Since these releases are a series, if you want to be tagged to be alerted when the next part comes up just say so in your reblog. :)

I hope you enjoy it, this is a new thing for me so constructive critiques are appreciated.

Contents page will be linked HERE.

Prologue Part 1-Ch 1

“So he's dead.” 

“Lizzie! Show some respect”

“He’s hardly deserving of it anymore, Charlotte. But yes Liz, that's what the report said, he went ahead with that ridiculous plan for her and was killed by the sons.”

“He’s still the one who took us in, Adelaide. That has to be deserving of some respect.”

“He was being selfish, he was the one who could keep spoiled vampires away from us. Without him we are going to die.”

“Victoria!”

“Don’t ‘Victoria’ me, it's true. We’re human no matter how long we live. The second word is out everyone who knows of our existence will be on us. We might be able to keep them away, but those who do not know our history will be harder to dissuade.” 

“Since when has that been our approach?”

Eyes all turned to the latest addition to the conversation. Standing in the open door was Evelyn, the oldest among them, further within the foyer of the recently deceased Richter Sakamaki sat four women. The five of them looked to be no older than 21, however, they had long since passed that age by centuries. 

 You see, while vampires are naturally immortal there are magical ways to keep humans around should they be useful. Richter had taken the girls in, and while the occupants of the foyer would doubt this was intentional, each of them worked well together and filled in each other's gaps as ‘sisters’. Yet Richter had never sought to turn them, so really who is to say what his thought process was in terms of family making.

 Adelaide was leaning against a side table. She was the second eldest and was taken in with her biological sister Evelyn. Her hair was dark and long, when not in the braided up-do she wore daily, it fell to her mid-thighs. Her eyes were a sharp, cold blue, near ice like in colour identical to Evelyn. Her crisp white blouse tucked into waist high flared black pants, giving a baggy effect which defeated the point of the corset she wore. Something about bras being less comfortable and feeling less secure, always the traditionalist. Incredibly irritating chess opponent as well. From the frizz-less top of her head, past her manicured, black painted nails, all the way down to her red-bottom clad toes she was the image of a bond villain.

 Victoria sat, one leg crossed over the other on a chaise. Her bobbed, blonde hair a stark contrast to Adelaide, yet their expressions could not be more alike. Well put together in a maroon commuter suit, not an eyebrow out of place or revealing more emotion than vague disinterest. Victoria's eyes focused on the new entrant, waiting for instruction. Also a nightmare to play chess with, and poker. Far too competitive really. She resembled the CEO you expect to encounter in those Hallmark movies where Christmas and joy are illegal.

 Nearby Charlotte was leaning back in a wing-back chair, fingers laced together resting by red stained lips and legs crossed, as comfortably as a black pencil skirt and grey shirt allowed. Her collarbone length brunette hair blocking the sides of her face from view, brown eyes lost in thought. For a survivor of the Reign of Terror her maintained humanity was shocking. Unlike Adelaide and Victoria, when it came to chess you had a chance to beat her on the board if you didn’t let her talk. She wasn’t as overtly maniacal in appearance. More akin to the secretary you write off who’s really the one who holds the entire operation up.

 Elizabeth was half laying back on the other end of Victoria’s chaise. Arms crossed and legs kicked out in front of her, boot clad feet rhythmically tapping against each other. She sat scowling at the fire crackling gently, probably running through garden management to stretch resources to lay as low as possible for the foreseeable. Her black skinny jeans still held grass stains regardless of how many washes they were put through, and a wide strapped tank top displayed well tanned and toned arms with odd scratches and marks. Hates chess, last time she played she flipped the board to be permitted to return to her own devices. 

 Leading this small group was Evelyn, flared blue jeans with heeled boots, matched with a white sweater acting as almost an alternate reality Adelaide. While she had long tawny hair in a ponytail, it was considerably shorter than the thigh-length locs of her sister. However, her blue eyes could have been copy pasted. As the charismatic elder she tied together her sisters to view a more bigger picture approach, abysmal at chess however, gets too bored with the idea of line memorization.

Taking her seat in another armchair Evelyn tossed a letter from her back pocket onto the coffee table in the centre of the group.

“Karl Heinz knows Richter had human women, he’s planned to spread them out between vampire allies of his. He thinks the head of staff is the butler and left the head of staff as responsible for where each of the us is sent.”

At that Victoria stood scoffing in exasperation. 

“Exactly as I said. Yet you tell me we have a different approach rather than face the reality! Are we not even his heirs?”

Holding up a hand Evelyn, silencing the younger woman before she began once again.

“No, it isn’t. He wants to send his sons and adopted ones some of us, with orders to not kill them.” Pausing, it was Elizabeth who spoke this time. 

“What are you getting at here?”

“She's saying we we pick our poison and bind our time.” Adelaide’s arms rose to cross her chest as she gleaned the meaning of her sister’s words. 

 When dealing with vampires it was the strong belief of the group that it was easier to let them think you were going along with them to a degree. While vampires often threaten to kill boring prey it is always troublemakers who die fastest, if you let them think you’re fairly docile you can generally bend the situation to favour you in some way. At least that's how every other vampire Richter allowed within his castle was, annoying until you could get them to hang themselves in front of Richter. He didn’t take lightly any attempts to get close to his so-called ‘children’. That and the fact young dukes and barons are so averse to acknowledging the fact they were raised to be repressed fools. Give them some attention, toss them some compliment and they start doing what you want while denying they are for weeks. Vampire’s being a more predator-like species aren’t as directed towards social interactions to the level of humans, their habit of looking down upon what they view as lesser often bit them in the ass. The mere existence of vampire hunters makes that point far more evident than any extensive essay on vampire culture could. 

 The majority of the true humans kept about by Richter were released upon his death as per his will, the few remaining were prisoners of no consequence and sent off. The exception being the five girls meant to be inheriting the estate, alas the fool had not changed the will as he wanted to wait to be on his deathbed to not give anyone time to try to slip in to replace them. From all of Richter’s musings they had discerned enough to know, while not ideal, the Sakamaki sons and Mukami brothers were a safer choice. That and the Tsukinami… prince? King? Safe may be a strong word but predictable reactions meant at the bare minimum you could prepare.

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 “No way is Reiji a smart idea. He is going to be cut throat from all accounts.” Evelyn chalked her cue as she watched the ball she hit bounce off the table edge millimetres off target. Adelaide lined up a shot at a corner pocket as she gave an admittedly weak defense of her choice. 

 “I agree, but it seems he hyperfocuses that aggression on manners. All you have to do is stick to proper decorum. Shu is more likely to pass you off to one of the younger ones who will kill you and fast.” The ball spun once hit falling into the table with a click. The decision of where Charlotte, Victoria, and Elizabeth were going was made quickly. Elizabeth and Charlotte as the youngest, paired with the loyalty the Mukamis seemed to have towards Karl Heinz, meant it was not a hard choice to send them where they were least likely to be harmed. Victoria, being younger than the blue eyed pair had to accept their decision in sending her to Carla, a vampire suspected to be suffering from the Endzeit virus. How could someone being actively weakened by disease pass up on compliant food? The remaining issue serving as a sticking point was neither Adelaide or Evelyn felt comfortable with the other going to a Sakamaki brother.

 Adelaide maintained that while more open to violent methods, if the recovered sacrificial bride autopsies were to be believed, Reiji seemed to be the most likely to have a reasoning behind his actions. From what Richter had told them, Reiji ran the daily household events and was a stickler for manners. Adelaide being the most ‘stiff’ of them all would seem ideal to Reiji as a source of blood easier to keep alive. She felt Shu, what with rarely showing up at events you would expect him to, and passing over brides to his brothers to dispose of meant he was less likely to bother preventing harm to her sister. She was arguing that Evelyn should go with Reiji.

 Evelyn meanwhile agreed with nearly all points aside from the fact that Adelaide wanted to go with Reiji. In her eyes Adie would not last a day with Reiji, nor would any of them. Evelyn was confident she could at least avoid him until able to get a proper exit strategy made for them. The theory of Adelaide being mannerly enough to have an easier time handling him was too risky. In response to that Adelaide repeated how Evelyn’s ballet history means she would be liked by Shu, who had been seen by Richter at many Royal recitals. Whereas she would be too stiff and boring, thus easier to send to the wayside.

Ultimately, a decision had to be made, Adelaide’s concern of Evie being left in the hands of a vampire so lazy to avoid eating losing to the age card. That did not, however, ease any of the oldest’s concerns when her sisters were split between three cars, their phones taken, or meeting said creepy vampires . She especially did not like how Laito and Ayato had looked at them, or how Reiji reacted to the announcement he was to be paired with Adelaide. The only comfort being that Shu lived up to expectation exactly; he would be easy to work around to afford her time to form an escape plan.

 As the five brothers dispersed after introductions, only she and Shu were left. Evelyn let her eyes trace around the room as she slowly turned in a circle before finally returning to land on the blonde lazing under a window. Evelyn could appreciate that he wasn’t too hard on the eyes, and seemed to be closer to her age than most other vampires she had been forced to interact with. 

 While busy musing over where in the shit to good scale her situation lay, he opened his eyes and began to speak.

“I’m not going to bother draining you so don’t look at me so expectantly.”

“Excuse me?”

“And I’m not going to sleep with you either, you’re staring like you expect me to do something. You’re not worth the effort.”

 Sealing his position as manageable asshole, Evelyn resigned to stand and look rather cross as a signifier of her less than stellar mood. Her fingers drummed to the tempo of some dance long forgotten, a waltz maybe? It was hard to say what it was just a melody passing through her brain from a long lost memory. 

The vampire spoke again.

“Women like you are all so boring. You offer your body to try get close to the head of the household. You’ve chosen the wrong person to do that, I have no interest in such things.”

“I honestly have no idea what you're on about. I didn’t choose to be here and I’ve just met you.”

“God what a pain.”

And then he was gone.

[teagrl]

We'll veer away from Nar Shaddaa to my arranged marriage project which sees Mara maries off to Luke Naberrie to spy on his fam and it all comes to a head during a hostage crisis in Coruscant.

The Naberries are not...entirely what they seem.

No, no,” Mara hastened to say. The family she’d married into had once been known for its brilliant queen, but for the last few decades had kept their name firmly out of politics and deeply into the arts. Her husband’s eldest sister Ryoo was CEO and Director of Naboo’s Imperial Museum and his older sister Pooja was a sculptor of global renown even if she wasn’t quite famous outside of Naboo. While usually the running of the household in Naboo was usually left to the eldest daughters, Ryoo and Pooja’s obligations elsewhere had left the youngest Naberrie, Luke, to be groomed for it by Sola Naberrie, the matriarch. This was why the youngest Naberrie’s first trip to the Galactic City had only been two years ago at the age of eighteen. “Nothing like that. Like I said, it’s under Luke’s care now.”

“So Madame Sola has turned her eye elsewhere?”

Mara lowered her voice as if she were sharing a confidence, “It is that well, the metropolis can be a tad...” She looked over at Luke again, as if for permission like a good little wife though he was looking elsewhere, before saying, “Overwhelming. Madame had always believed that the future lies in a more inward-centered expression anyway.”

“Lake Country folk craft,” Luke put in flatly rejoining the conversation with an impatient sigh.

Silvene laughed. “I take it you’re not persuaded, Lord of Naberrie.”

“I’m of a more conservative bent than Mother when it comes to the arts,” he replied appeasingly. “It’s all her fault. If she hadn’t educated me on the human universality of art I might think otherwise.”

“But it is compelling and new,” Mara chided. “How many Fahren Sochi imitations must one endure?”

He laughed, sliding an arm around her waist. She flinched in stupid surprise as her stomach did a little odd flutter despite the charade. For a second she was afraid he’d taken it as displeasure, but it was likely he hadn’t even noticed. She could feel through the Force, that he was tense and focused elsewhere, and he never crossed into her personal space outside of public functions. If he did it more often she’d be more used to it, she thought, irritated. The tension was new, probably due to being at Coruscant, and feeling provincial in comparison to the members of the court here. “I’m not sure that rustic pottery is the answer.”

Mara rolled her eyes and spoke to Silvene, feigning an intimacy that was the exact opposite of her current, frustrating situation. “Ignore him. He lacks appreciation for fine ceramics. You should see how his sisters take him to task.”

He raised his eyebrows at her. “My wife forgets that that we have in Varykino are pottery <i>crafts</i>, not art.”

Mara flashed Silvene a put-upon expression. “As I said, his education is incomplete.”

Silvene tsk’ed. “Not a year of marriage and already discord, and the madame to blame.” She chuckled with Luke and Mara following. “But it must be stressful to spend so much time apart.”

“It’s not too much,” Luke told her. “I alternate week to week.” What he didn’t mention was that when he wasn’t at Varykino, he was at Theed, and even the week or two he spent in the Naberrie residence, Mara scarcely saw him, save at a family dinner here and there. Luke's wedding gift to her had not been an assortment of veda pearls as was usual, drawing from the risque practice of having the bride wear them to bed and little else, no, he’d gifted her a bearded jax kitten that she'd later found had been rescued in the estate. grounds. Damn her cover for stressing that stupid animal lover angle.

The poor thing’s eyes had barely been open, and it didn’t stop whimpering at being far from his litter. Mara had spent her wedding night alone, trying to keep the miserable creature quiet until he fell asleep against her shoulder in her enormous bed. For a while, she thought it was a mean-spirited joke, but the Naberries, she would discover, weren’t the sort. She’d named him Mali and as bad as it had been to barely get any sleep, having to pretend to be in love with the furry lagomorph who had now imprinted on her and now followed her everywhere was worse. He was now grudgingly in Madame Sola's care waiting for her return.

[tiffcore]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀emory tremaine!

twenty - four. highfalutin bastard. thief, cheat, all around con - man. loves it more than anything, but wants a hug sometimes, too.

a no good scoundrel who thinks he's got the entirety of sumeru under his thumb. while it couldn't be further from the truth, he does cause a hell of a lot of trouble in his own right. when things go missing around the akademiya, pilfered out of pockets and stolen from personal dorms and public areas alike.

emory runs with the treasure hunters, and they run with him. as acting captain of the whole sumerian division they often oblige his commands lest he kicks the shit out of them - being the only member of his division with a talent. perhaps the only treasure hunter with a talent ... he's definitely a little too big for his britches. got safe houses chock full of gold, a tendency to sink his teeth in the occasional traveler or two.

though a boy can dream. can dream of a sweet life with people that love him, truly. but if raucous, belligerent fighting is all the can get, then he might as well let it become him. what else could he do?

childhood?

As far as he's concerned the treasure hoarders are his actual family. But Emory himself? He's not from any place. He lives in Sumeru and his mom was from Mondstadt, just some traveler! She liked going from place to place and having no ties, skilled from her time on working alone and emboldened by the attitudes of Mondstadt, she se out to visit the seven nation of Teyvat.

She had an .. unfortunate encounter with the treasure hoarders one day. She didn't want a baby, so she gave him away. Gave him back to them - just to be a little soldier from birth. So all his mannerisms stem from the fact that he doesn't know how typical social structures work. He's used to hierarchy but you typically don't respect people unless they knock your teeth out- it's just a pyramid of power. Emory fought tooth and nail to get to the top! He wasn't a mischievous kid as opposed to wide eyed and the like. Afraid. Just did what he needed to to survive and eventually it started to come to him naturally - he becomes a person who does things for himself as opposed to supplementing others whims.

him?

emory is a mixed bag. on one hand, he has the potential to be appreciative, kind, funny - even considerate and thoughtful when surrounded by the right people. but most often he is not. most often he hears vile things, witnesses violent things, and reenacts that behavior most often, as it's simply what he's grown the most used to. emory is vulgar. is liable to say crass and inappropriate things at any given time. though he doesn't have a particular inclination to violence, like some of his more trigger happy friends. granted, his compliments do come from a place of sincerity - but his stinging insults do as well. he is confused when he observes that most other social structures don't operate on the same wave.

you're not supposed to physically hit your friends? you're not supposed to have your stuff stolen all the time - to the point where you hide nearly everything you own and hardly trust others with your things? that's absolutely insane. he kind of imagines it like a cruel fantasy. seeing people be happy with their friends, and gentle and sweet, it's almost like it's taunting him!

it irritates the fuck out of him. makes him sick even. but it also makes him yearn for something more ...

emory is 5'10 on a good day and is surprisingly handsome for a ruffian. it helps him get away with the more 'in your face' kind of schemes, but the more people know your face, the harder it gets to play that king of shit off. people tend to catch on quick once they mention the red hair ...

he's lean, strong shoulders and arms and toned thighs - though most of his intimidation factor is his talent, not his personal strength.

ships?

katya: a pretty little maid that doesn't give him the time of day. spent an evening with her once, and she was ... more than pleasant ❤ intrigued by her and kaveh's relationship (very jealous of kaveh.) and curious about what exactly she knows. katya owned by @sugarsouffle

otto: his first friend. a smart and beautiful woman who studies at the akademiya. trying to teach him the nuances of manner and courtesy while dealing with his prejudices as well! he appreciates otto, and at least tries not to get her into trouble.

otto owned by @leakiboi

[torawro]

currently thinking about… akatsuki!naruto     𝐜𝐰 ― canon divergent scenario. explicit content/language, smut, degradation, humiliation, exhibitionism, slight dumbification, mean!dom!naruto, stalkerish behavior. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭!!

i want him to look at me like this.

i’ve been thinking about this way too much like my fantasies are rl running wild

akatsuki!naruto’s personality is colder & more vulgar. he’s possessive, aggressive with an even shorter temper. it makes you wonder how and why you got involved with someone so terrible.

he hates you. right off the bat. one of the reasons is purely because you hail from the village that turned him into the unfeeling ‘monster’ that he’s become now.

you’re so different from him. you seemed to be enjoying life in the hidden leaf, growing stronger, having friends and family to come home to, being loved and appreciated. on top of that you were so sweet and kind. all things he was not. and these qualities about you irritated him. 

which is ultimately what attracted him to you in the first place

you had the misfortune of running into your old friend while out on a mission, trying to stop the akatsuki in their tracks from carrying out their plans. unfortunately, you caught his eye immediately.

he was incredibly strong, more so now that he tapped into the nine-tails full power. despite him being a criminal now, you couldn’t help but gawk at his sheer strength, finding it slightly attractive.

yes, you were indeed beautiful, but more importantly, you were so...breakable. he wanted to destroy you from the inside out.

and when naruto has his heart and mind set on something, he doesn’t give up. believe it.

the way he sneered at you in condescension, contempt and disgust, it made you weak in the knees. it frightened you. 

and he fed off it.

soon enough, he became infatuated with you. he began to stalk around the borders of the hidden leaf just to study you more, learning everything he could about you. 

he found immense pleasure in when things didn’t go right for you. like when you messed up on a mission, not being able to master that jutsu no matter how many times you practiced, and the like.

he even went as far as breaking into your apartment to watch you sleep, whilst destroying your personal property or  stealing articles of your clothing to keep for his own sick fantasies. he loved that look on your face when you woke up to your things in disarray and practically suffocating on the overwhelming amount of ominous chakra that flooded your room.

even now, with your body completely exposed, shuddering at the icy wind that nipped at your bare flesh, you still wonder how and why you got in this position: completely naked on the roof of the hokage’s office, where any passerby that wanted to go on a midnight stroll could see you and naruto’s silhouette’s clear as day.

you shriek in pain as your neck jerked in a sudden, backwards motion. naruto uzumaki had your hair wrapped around his rough palms, giving your scalp a harsh tug every once in a while to bring you back to the reality of him balls deep inside your dripping cunt.

the slapping noises of your sweaty skin alone made you whine in embarrassment. you would have scurried away on your hands and knees, but the iron grip he had on your hip in addition to the hand that took purchase in your hair prevented you from doing so. 

naruto ignored your cries and pleas to “slow down!” or “’s too much!”. his dark eyes that were clouded with a sick kind of adoration and lust for you were trained on the way your ass jiggled against his hips and sculpted abdomen. every time he pulled out, only leaving the tip in, he’d make sure to get a good look at the glossy, white rings of your juices and his pre forming around his dick, before snapping his length back into you, causing your entire body to jolt forward from the force of his thrusts.

the blond haired shinobi only added fuel to the flame that licked at your sweet pussy with the filthy and downright disrespectful words that tumbled from his lips.

he clicked his tongue in fake annoyance at your unceasing mewls and moans, “you’re so damn loud. you gotta be more quiet baby, unless you want the whole hidden leaf to know how much of a slut you are for my cock?” the mockery that dripped from his tone, along with praises of how good you are to him for letting him humiliate you like this, caused your pussy to flutter around his length.

why did such words excite you? shame washed over you with every collision of his pelvis and your ass. but the dangerously lewd strokes naruto gave you, making you feel so full, was enough to make you get over it rather quickly.

he felt you clenching him even tighter than before, causing his eyebrows to furrow and a sharp inhale to escape from his throat. with a wicked & sharp toothed smile on his pretty lips, he let go of your hair, using both of his hands to anchor your hips upwards, and began to fuck you at a faster, deeper pace. he bit at his lip hard at the way your arch was unintentionally deepened.

at this point, he was solely focused on his own release rather than your own.

you screamed into your arm at the new sensation. it hurt so good.

“oh, you like the sound of that huh? fucking slut, of course you do. imagine what your friends, your family, your sensei would think if they saw you getting fucked dumb by an enemy of the village.”

naruto was so mean for asking you questions knowing damn well you couldn’t answer them. never missing a beat, he curled his body forward until you could feel his warm breath on your ear and the warm, rough pads of his fingertips prodding teasingly at your clit. naruto’s voice dropped in to a seductive whisper, “huh, angel?”

you moaned loudly at the nickname, your cunt leaking arousal that trickled down your inner thigh. “n-nar..ut-to..! p-please—mmf!”

he snickered at your inability to form a coherent sentence. leaning back upright, he sent a powerful slap to your round ass, then another, and another. 

“ah, well, it doesn’t matter what other people think. what matters is that this pretty pussy is mine now. you’re f-fucking mine.” naruto growled, his voice dying in his throat because he was too focused on the way your tight hole hugged his cock just right.

soon, his thrusts began sloppy and erratic, his fingers dug into your flesh so hard you thought they would bleed. surely the bruise that would appear there in the morning will be ghastly.

the knot in naruto’s stomach tightened and pulled so hard, so quickly, he was sure it’ll snap at any second. panting, he ran his pink tongue over his top lip, “now, you’ll let me cum inside, right, baby?”

a/n― jwnehanwnwwn i wanna be hinata so bad :(tell me what you think! feedback is appreciated <3

[justreadertings]

Till Death Do Us Part Chapter 4

Alright here it is! I know it’s a bit late, but this week was very hectic for me, so I appreciate your patience. This chapter is BIG in plot, so I hope you all like it! And I hope you aren’t... too mad. Anyways, without further ado, chapter 4!

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TW: Swearing, brief mentions of violence

Till Death Do Us Part- Chapter 4

Six months. That’s how long they’d said she would be here. Six. Fucking months. 

Aelin- no, she was Celeana now- was only fourteen, but she was well aware she was not going home anytime soon. She realized that a little bit after that first year had passed. And she was sick of “staying undercover”. She sat in front of the fire, whittling a knife, her eyes peering into the deep forest beyond her.

Her new home was a cabin tucked into the depths of her mountains, the trees watching her grow up now instead of her parents. When she’d first arrived, she didn’t much mind the creaking boards, the two little bedrooms, the stove that only worked if there were logs burning underneath it. After all, it was only meant to be a safehouse. Then, she was on lockdown until the Adarlian guards and Hamel’s men were caught. Then they were never caught.

So, here she was, a year and a half later. And she was extremely sick of lying about, filling out taxes and forms for her country. She knew she could be doing more. There were men out there who’d ripped her bedroom to pieces, slaughtered her guards, who’d killed her rutting parents. Who’d attempted to do… horrible things to her.

Celeana closed her eyes. It wasn’t fair. Those men needed to pay. Needed to suffer. 

It would be difficult. Not impossible. But difficult. The good news was, Celeana had been nothing but underestimated her whole life. Terrasen was not kind to the women of the land. But her parents had been. 

Everything Rowan had been taught about their world, their country, she’d sat next to him as he’d been told it. The Court had not known what they’d released into the forests when they’d all but banished her here. She knew her lands, her forests. Who resided in them. And Celeana was all too aware that somewhere in her mountain range was one of Hamel’s bunkers.

She would not rest until she found it. She would not rest until she was strong enough to beat them, to do to them what they’d attempted to do to her. She would not go quietly. Let Rowan run the country, to be the face of it. She would do the dirty work, and keep Terrasen safe and free from those monsters. She would tuck Aelin into her heart, and keep her there, safe and sound where the nightmares could not harm her. And then Celeana would do what Aelin would not have to. 

Celeana would become the nightmare.

-

The War Room was freezing. Dreadfully cold.

Aelin shifted again in her seat. The only sound in the room was the popping of the fireplace at her back, and the shufflings of papers. Lord Darrow scrutinized her and Rowan with his dark gaze, and Aelin forced herself to not stick her tongue out at him. 

She had only been in the room for a few minutes, her father’s chair at the head of the table still empty, making her heart clench tightly. Aelin used to sit on his lap, even when she was far too old to do so, as he pondered on what to do about the wars raging around them. Either with her mother by her side, or sometimes Maeve and Rowan would join them, too. She had loved it any chance they got to be the five of them. It always felt like they were an actual family. 

Now, she wondered why her mother joined her father so often in this room. Evalin’s chair was unbearably uncomfortable. The tapestry above her head also rustled constantly, irritating her slightly.

Rowan was the picture of calm. He sat with his back straight, hands clasped. Aelin nearly rolled her eyes. Rowan was far more wicked, far more like her than anyone truly knew. This picture of a calm, royal man was all an act. Then again- Aelin's whole life had been an act. So who was she to judge? Besides, perhaps this Rowan truly was just a calm man with a pretty ring, about to have a pretty wife.

“First order of business,” Darrow said, voice stern as always. “Your highness. Welcome back.” 

Aelin knew the greeting was not so welcome. But she didn’t think he was particularly ready to battle her right now. Frankly, she wasn’t sure she was up for it either. She wriggled again in her white corset. The white, she supposed, was to make her look just as regal and innocent as the day she left these walls. Even if that was a lie. Aelin had been anything but innocent when those men had broken into her home. 

When she’d first seen her rooms, still as paneled and pretty and fit for a princess as it was her whole childhood- she’d promptly thrown her guts up in her bathing chambers. Just seeing it- her body ached with the memory of weight slammed against her, of pain like she’d never known it. It had been muscle memory from when she’d been sick as a child, running into those rooms to hurl as if she’d had a bad dream. Like she’d never left. 

Now, she sat in her mother’s chair, trying to do her justice. Her back was steel, even as her dress was tight against her muscles. The seamstress had not considered who was coming home when she’d made this dress.

“It’s good to be home,” was what she said. That seemed to please the other lords. She ignored Rowan’s gaze on her profile.

“And Your Majesty,” Darrow said, a slight bow to his head, addressing Rowan. Aelin couldn’t help but tilt her head at the exchange. Her uncle- once king of Terrasen- had loved this man and this country more than anything else. And Darrow was the only one brave enough to tell him reuniting Orynth and Dornelle to form Terrasen once more was mad. It was the biggest fight they’d ever had. Aelin was surprised he’d even let Rowan’s coronation go through. She may be reckless and improper and- by the gods- a woman… but at least she had Galathynius blood. The same could not be said about Rowan.

“Why have you called this meeting?” Rowan asked, no nonsense. Aelin forced herself not to smile.

Darrow’s old face grimaced. “I- the Court and I thought it would be important that we were all on the same page.”

“With?” Aelin asked.

The table of a dozen men, half Orynth and half Dornelle, all cut her a glare. She’d only used the same tone as Rowan. Inwardly, she begged for the Bane to get here and she can finally find solace in the true hearts of Terrasen. And having a few people defend her wouldn’t be too bad either. 

“We have plenty to discuss, your highness.”

“Let’s get on with it then,” Rowan said. He gestured to the long, rolled up Charter of the Unified Lands of Terrasen. “What is the charter doing here? As far as I know, we are not altering any of our parent’s laws.”

Aelin’s heart yearned to see her parent’s handwriting, to see Maeve’s. She had not been able to bring their letters when she left that night. 

Darrow’s face grew from stern to… uncomfortable. Aelin squinted at him. “No. We are not… altering any laws.”

Aelin’s stomach clenched. The freezing room just grew colder. “Then what are we doing to the laws?”

Shock rolled through Aelin when Darrow looked down as to avoid her and Rowan’s eyes. Something was wrong. She turned to meet Rowan’s eyes, and his were just as confused and hard as hers were. She could tell all of it was beginning to grate on his nerves. 

“You are eighteen, your highness.”

“I’m aware of my age.” Aelin did not like the looks the men in the room were giving to each other. They’d gone from scrutinizing to anxious in just moments. They knew something.

Darrow swallowed. “Well, according to the Article 240-”

Rowan held up a hand. “There are 239 Articles in the Unified Charter.” They’d know more than anyone. They were the ones who had to memorize all of them.

The man hesitantly pulled out a piece of paper, worn and tattered. Clearly, it had been saved from the fires. Aelin and Rowan leaned forward to read it, and she had to focus on what was in front of her instead of their arms as they brushed. She could smell his pine and snow scent as they pulled the paper in front of them. 

“Article 240- set in place the day Her Highness was to turn eighteen.”

Aelin’s heart dropped to her throat as she read what was unmistakably her mother’s curvy handwriting. 

“Should such events arise that only the heirs Prince Rowan Whitethorn and Princess Aelin Ashryver Galathynius remain to lead these unified lands, on the day of Her Highness Princess Aelin Ashryver Galathynius’s eighteenth birthday, hereby declared by Her Majesty Evalin Ashryver, His Majesty Rhoe Galathynius, and Her Majesty Maeve Whitethorn, will be legally bound by marriage to Prince Rowan Whitethorn.”

The breath in Aelin’s body left completely. Holy rutting gods.

Rowan’s head shot up and he demanded, “Is this real?”

Darrow swallowed again. “I’m afraid it is.”

And there, damning them, was her father’s sigal, the ring he gave no one, the one he was buried in, was pressed at the end of their three signatures. Three signatures that matched the ones on the charter beside it. 

“How long have you known about this?” Rowan pressed. 

Aelin sat in shock, reading and rereading her mother’s words. 

Wife.

“We were told not to tell you until her return.”

Rowan’s wife.

Rowan stood from his seat. “It’s been months since her eighteenth birthday! Are you telling me we’ve been married this entire time?”

“I’m afraid so.”

Rowan ran his hands through his hair, and Aelin was still frozen, only staring up at him from the chair she suddenly felt so small in. “I am King, legally I can overturn this, can’t I?”

Darrow clasped his hands. “It was your family’s dying wish. It is a part of the charter, unbreakable as any of the other 239 laws.”

“So we can do nothing?”

“We must focus on how to move forward now-”

“How to move forward?” Rowan demanded. Aelin had only ever seen him this angry once, and she had begged herself to forget the look on his face when he found her in her rooms that night. What he did after he put the pieces together of what had happened to her. 

“Well this article will be released to the public soon-”

Rowan’s hands slammed into the wooden table, and everyone but her flinched. “The public? Do you know what the public will do to her once this information gets out?” His arm splayed out to the door, face furious and panicked and… and all the things Aelin felt. The lords in the room all piped up, ready to add in their two-sense, and perhaps calm their king. 

Somewhere, she found her voice. “I can handle the public,” she said.

“All do respect, your highness,” Darrow chastised. “You have not been in the public for nearly seven years.”

“And yet my back still bears the scars of it.” The room came to a halt. Her voice was like steel when she said, “Do not believe for one second I’ve forgotten who resides in my lands. What kinds of people. It would be a blatant disregard for not only the work I continue to do, but also  for the aches I still must put salve on.”

Rowan’s eyes cut down to her, as if he remembered, for the first time, that she sat in this room beside him. 

The room was quiet then, and while Rowan remained standing, as tall as a fucking mountain beside her, he had settled just a bit. “And what of Lyria?”

The crack in Aelin’s heart fractured into a chasm. Anger, too, flittered beneath her skin.

The lord beside him, Rowan’s age- Ren, she believed, offered, “She would make a fine consort.”

At that, Aelin stood, her chair squealing behind her. “I need a moment.”

“Your highness-” Darrow’s voice followed her. “We must talk this through!”

Let them think she was emotional, let them think she was angry. Gods damn her she was. And she could handle many things in this life. But she would not be disrespected by those who were meant to serve her. So she pushed through those heavy double doors, ignoring Rowan and the shouting at her back. Ignoring the world as she tried to process her new life.

As soon as the doors closed behind her, she shouted into the empty hall. “FUCK!”

The sound only echoed back into her own ears. She swallowed, and put a hand over her mouth at the outburst. To herself, she whispered, “Fuck.”

-

Surprise!!! As always thank you for reading, forehead kisses and chocolates all around! I hope that wasn’t too painful. More to come soon! (hopefully) 

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[dauntless-gothamite]

Prove Them Wrong [2/?]

Fandom: Divergent Pairing: Eric Coulter x Fem! Reader Summary: Y/N is a Dauntless transfer from Erudite, and she has a drive, an ambition that sets her apart--it always has, even back in Erudite. She brings her perseverance (and need to prove others wrong) to Dauntless when she transfers, and she uses her mind to make her way through the initiation process. Along the way, she makes friends and enemies, and she finds herself comfortable around the man most people in Dauntless avoid at all costs: Eric Coulter. A/N: it seems this may be a little bit of a slow burn, based on the pacing and where I am in chapter three right now... Enjoy!

You woke up to the sound of metal clanging together, an unpleasant alarm if you’d ever heard one. “Get up, get dressed, and be in the training room in two minutes,” Four said, banging the metal together one last time before leaving the room. 

Everyone scrambled to get dressed in their new black Dauntless clothes, and as people entered the training area, they began to form a semicircle around Four and Eric. “Ok, let’s get started,” Four said, clapping his hands together. “There are two stages of training. The first is physical, you will push your bodies to the breaking point and you will master the methods of combat. The second is mental, again breaking point. You’ll face your worst fears and conquer them--unless they get you first. You’ll be trained separately from the Dauntless-born, but you’ll be ranked together. After initiations, rankings will determine what jobs you move into: leadership, guarding the fence, or keeping the factionless from killing each other.”

“The rankings will also determine who gets cut,” Eric cut in, rising from where he sat on a concrete slab. An uneasy whisper spread throughout the initiates. No one knew about this, and you had to admit, you were getting a bit nervous yourself. “At the end of each stage of training, the lowest-ranking initiates will be leaving us,” Eric continued. 

“To do what?” asked Al.

“Well, you can’t go home to your families, so you’ll be factionless.”

Another wave of murmurs rippled through the crowd of initiates, but it was quickly silenced by Eric’s glare. “Someone should have told us,” Christina said.

“Why? Would you have chosen differently? Out of fear?” Eric replied challengingly. “I mean, if that’s the case, you might as well get out now. If you’re really one of us, it won’t matter to you that you might fail, alright? You chose us. Now, we get to choose you.” Eric looked at each initiate, his blue eyes challenging each person to look away. Some people did, others didn’t. You didn’t. 

Instead, you held his intense gaze as the itch to prove others wrong that had been inside you since the day you were born rose up, ready to be set free. What Eric said was scary, but it didn’t matter--all your years of studying the faction system told you that they would try to scare the initiates, and while you hadn’t expected this, you had known it wouldn’t be easy. But you had worked your ass off for years to be top of the class in Erudite, and you’d be damned if you weren’t going to do the same here, in your new faction. 

--

“Everyone, get some water before we move into the next segment of training,” Four called out. It took everything in you not to bend over as some others were doing; you knew standing up straight, getting fresh air in your lungs, would make the cramp in your abdomen go away faster, even if it hurt more now. 

“Tris, stand up straight,” you whispered to your friend, who was red-faced after running twenty laps around the room, which was everyone’s warm-up for the day. 

“Just so you know, tomorrow we won’t just be running laps,” Four said, surveying all the tired initiates. “So get used to this.” 

You sighed, mentally thanking yourself for joining a small workout group in Erudite. It was fairly new, and it was only created because studies showed that after some physical activity, the brain was better equipped to come back to problems it struggled with earlier and continue working whereas remaining stagnant was more likely to result in burnout and fatigue. The workouts were nothing like this, but you were still appreciative of them.

“Alright, everyone find a punching bag and start hitting. Eric and I will be walking around correcting your form, but it’s on you to put our advice into practice. Go,” Four announced after barely even a minute of the “break” had gone by. 

Turning on your heel, you walked over to the nearest punching bag and lined yourself up. Feet spread evenly about as wide as your shoulders, then step the left foot forward just a bit. Knees bent slightly, fists raised high. Then, you get to punching. 

After what felt like an hour of hearing Four quietly critiquing other students between Eric’s shouts of disappointment at other initiates, the two trainers finally got to your area of the training room. Out of the corner of your eye you caught Four walking up to Tris, slightly adjusting her position and giving helpful tips. Another set of footsteps came to a stop behind you, which meant Eric would be the one helping you. Your shoulders tensed for a moment, but you quickly forced yourself into a more relaxed position and continued punching. Just pretend he isn’t there, you told yourself. After hitting the punching bag six times, called out “Stop” from behind you. He walked over to your side and took a fighting stance. “Make sure your hips are square, like this, so when you throw a punch with the hand that is further back, you can twist your hips and use core strength to put more power into it,” he said stoically, and you did your best to mimic his stance. “No, like this,” he said, grabbing your hips and twisting them, holding you firmly in place for a second before letting go. “Try it now,” he said. You started throwing punches again, and he nodded before silently walking away. When you paused to readjust your stance, you heard Eric yell “Did I say you could stop, Y/N? No, I did not; keep going!” You took a deep breath and began the next onslaught of punches as the room fell quiet save for the sound of fists hitting punching bags, a rhythmic thumping sound. 

“First jumper!” Eric called out, disrupting the steady beat and sense of calmness in the room. “In the ring.” Beside him, Four sighed and looked down at his feet, and you had a bad feeling about whatever was about to happen. “Last jumper,” he continued, looking at a girl with dark hair--you think you may have heard her friends call her Molly, but you aren’t entirely sure. “Time to fight.”

Tris and the girl stepped up to the ring. “How long do we fight for?” the girl asked.

“Until one of you can’t continue,” Eric said in response. 

“Or one of you concedes,” Four interjected, stepping forward. 

“According to the old rules,” Eric corrected. “With the new rules, no one concedes.”

“You really want to lose someone in their first fight?”

“Well, a brave man never surrenders.” 

“Lucky for you, those weren’t the rules when we fought.”

Eric clenched his jaw, irritated, before saying “You’ll be scored on this, so fight hard.” Tris and the other girl squared up and began to circle each other, but Eric was getting impatient. “Go!” he barked. 

After nearly falling off the mat, Tris lunged, but the other girl dodged, twisted, and retaliated with a swing of her own, landing a punch to Tris’ face. As Tris retreated, the other girl pressed her advantage, catching Tris’ waist, bending her over, and punching her stomach a few times before Tris managed to break free of her hold. Just as she reached the end of the mat and turned, Tris was met with another punch to the face, sending her to the floor. The other girl--Molly--glanced at Eric since Tris was down, and he nodded, signaling Molly to send one last blow Tris’ way, knocking her out. As you watched the fight, you felt bad for your friend; she was much smaller than Molly, and part of you wanted to speak up about the cruelty that the trainers were showing, but you shoved it down. There was no need to compromise your position right now. 

“Next,” Eric yelled, pointing to a girl named Selene and a former Candor named Peter who had made fun of Tris, calling her a Stiff several times. You secretly hoped Selene would kick his ass, but it was unlikely, he was tall and strong, plus he was willing to fight dirty--he’d admitted as much in the dorm area. Guess he still couldn’t keep his mouth shut, even though he’d left Candor.

Selene was tough; what she lacked in strength she made up for in endurance, but after a few rounds of dodging Peter’s punches, he finally landed one to her solar plexus, stunning her, allowing him to sweep her legs out from underneath her and kick her as she lay on the ground. You clenched your jaw as he did so, feeling anger rise up inside of you. Selene was unable to fight, that was the stopping point of the fights, but Peter was still kicking her. And Eric, the emotionless person that he was, didn’t do anything. 

“Peter,” you said, “stop it.” Peter turned towards you and smirked.

“What are you going to do if I don’t?” he taunted. You considered for a second before turning to Eric. 

Looking up at him, you steeled yourself. “I know we don’t get to determine the fighting order, or who we fight, but I would like to fight Peter. Now,” you said, sure to keep your voice level and maintain eye contact with the leader. 

He raised an eyebrow at you curiously, and thankfully, Peter had stopped kicking Selene when you started speaking to Eric. Selene scooted to the edge of the mat, but that was as far as she could move without assistance. “You two,” Eric yelled at two initiates, “help Four get this one,” he pointed at Selene, “to the infirmary.” Then he turned back to you. “What are you waiting for, initiate? Get up there.” For a moment you were stunned, you didn’t actually think you would end up fighting Peter, and you knew that both Eric and Peter were expecting you to lose quickly. You caught Four’s eye as he carried Selene out with the help of two initiates, and you looked around to see Christina, Tris, Will, Al, Edward, Molly, and a few other initiates staring at you like you were mad. Maybe you were, but it was too late to back out now. You stood in a low, sturdy fighting stance, just like Eric had shown you. Peter did the same. For a moment, the room was dead silent as your eyes locked with his, and then both of you whipped into action. 

Peter went right for the face punch, but you quickly blocked upward and threw a low roundhouse kick at his knee, making him wobble. He recovered quickly, and he quickly used his height to his advantage, moving to grab your shoulder and slam you into the ground. You were smart though, and you let him move you slightly before turning the downwards motion into momentum that allowed you to do a somersault, twisting his arm and landing on your feet. As he was turning around to face you, you sent a snap kick right to the back of his knee, making it buckle. You moved quickly to his other side, ready to send a few punches to his face and knock him out, but he sprung forward, wrapping strong hands around your neck and squeezing. For a moment you panicked, hitting his arms, but they didn’t move. Everyone was sure that was it for you, but you had another trick up your sleeve--Peter was overly confident this would weaken you and in the process of squeezing, he had left his own body defenseless. So you kicked him in the groin. Hard. He called out and released you, and as he leaned over in an instinctual reaction to pain, you kicked his forehead with your knee, shoved him to the side, knocking him over, and kicked him again, this time in the solar plexus. You stood there, stone-faced, and when Peter didn’t make a move to fight back, you turned to Eric, who nodded, and you jumped down from the mat. 

You landed next to Will, Tris, and Christina, all of whom were staring at you in a mixture of horror and admiration. You blushed in embarrassment and looked at the ground, thinking to yourself, What the hell did I just do? You were so lost in thought that you didn’t realize the next two initiates were on the mat and fighting, and you only came back to yourself when Eric yyelled, “Hey! Are you deaf, initiate? I said go grab some ice for your neck, I don’t want to hear complaints about it tomorrow!” 

You nodded to your friends and said “I’ll be back in a minute,” shocked at how hoarse your voice was. “Just going to… yeah,” you trailed off before walking quickly towards the infirmary. 

A/N: can you tell I love writing fight scenes? also I do martial arts and have played sports my whole life, so I love when I get to use my knowledge of anatomy and physiology two write action scenes :)

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[lubdubsworld]

物の哀れ ( ‘the sadness of things’.)

Characters : Alpha! Jungkook x Omega ! OC.

ABO Dynamics.

Genre : Arranged Marriage / Temporary contractual Marriage.

Warnings : Non- Con/ Extremely Dubious Consent . High functioning alcoholism. Genre related consent issues. Implied suicidal thoughts. 

Summary : A recently widowed Jungkook agrees to a contract marriage to keep his company afloat. His grief overwhelms him and it is hard to look at his new wife as anything other than an intruder .

[  Author’s Note :  物の哀れ ~ Mono no aware can be translated as ‘the sadness of things’. It comes from the words 物 (mono – thing) and 哀れ (aware – poignancy or pathos). The ‘sadness’ in question comes from an awareness of the transience of things, as taught by Zen Buddhism. When we view something exceptionally beautiful, we might feel sad because we know it won’t stay so beautiful forever – but appreciation only heightens the pleasure we take in the beautiful thing in that moment. ]

Chapter 1

 Chapter 2

I wrapped the white wool shawl tighter around my shoulders. The night was still chilly and the and smelt faintly of impending rain. Why they would plan a party outside while it rained, was beyond me.

After my little skirmish with Jungkook, I had found Namjoon quickly only to be told that we couldn’t leave for another hour at least because there was a  certain investor who wanted to meet Namjoon . The guy was running late and he had to wait for him. So here I stood, shivering lightly, all while keeping an eye on my husband as he got progressively drunk.

Namjoon’s words made me sigh a little.

“You can’t decide what someone else’s normal is, Namjoon. Especially when it comes to grief.  But the drinking is an issue. And you’re right about the therapist. I know she’s doing her best but I’m not sure if she has the right answers for him. Or even the right tools to help him.”

“I’ve been searching up on therapists who specialize with alphas. There’s one in Itaewon , his name is Kim Taehyung. I really think he could help. He’s an alpha himself.”

“That sounds good. Betas may not fully understand alpha mating bonds or what it’s like when one of them dies. Taehyung may have a better understanding of what Jungkook’s going through.” I nodded, a little hopeful. 

Therapy with the beta lady the hospital had recommended wasn’t really helping Jungkook the way it ought to.

Namjoon hesitated.

“Would you be willing to go with him? Taehyung insists a family member stay in the waiting room just in case...” he asked gently. I turned back to look at my husband, leaning on the mahogany countertop of the bar, fingers curled around a glass of whiskey.

“And I’m the one you want to consider for that? That’s ridiculous. Jungkook hates me.” Did I really have remind him of this salient fact? 

“I’ve offered to, before.  He doesn’t want me there." I sighed as Jungkook threw the drink back with ease.

“That was three months ago though. Things have changed now right?” Namjoon prodded.

I laughed, shaking my head.

“Not between us they haven’t. He’s spending more time with Mina and he isn’t throwing stuff around but he still loathes me.”

“He loathes what you represent: his own shortcomings and failures. Your father wasn’t kind in his approach and you are a reminder of all the things he can’t control.”

How fucking unfair,  I thought playing with the tiny  ring on my finger ( or should i say handcuff really? ), my wedding ring , the platinum band engraved with my husband’s name, a drop of his blood embossed into the metal. 

An archaic tradition, that carried no meaning in modern Seoul but the idea of it was still alive and well. The idea that what we had was a blood bond, imbued in our veins now.  An alpha’s connection with a beta or an alpha mate was usually quite fragile. But an alpha and omega mate bond. That was supposed to be powerful. 

Unless the alpha was still phantom bonded to a dead wife , that is. It was odd thing. Mate bonds had to be mutual to work. So there was no bond between Jungkook and I . We didn’t have any feelings for each other of course. But wearing someone’s blood on yourself changed that . it forced a bond that wasn’t there. It was ancient magic and it worked on my kind. Not on his. 

How fucking unfair because it wasn’t like I could control any of this either? 

I grimaced. I had thought of taking the ring off 

“Ouch.” I said with a smile. Namjoon waved off my self pity with an eye roll. 

“You know what I mean. Even for an Alpha, Jungkook has always held on to his pride. Losing his wife and his company all in the same week probably left him feeling incredibly helpless and your father browbeat him into this whole thing. Of course he isn’t going to be eager to share heart to heart talks with you. ”

I held my hand up. 

“I know all that Namjoon. I was there, remember? And I’m not blaming him for any of that. Trauma makes you do shitty things and I understand that . I also understand that if he was in his right mind he wouldn’t behave the way he does now. But that doesn’t change the fact that I can’t change his mind for him. If he doesn’t want to get help, I’m kind of helpless myself, you know?”

Namjoon reached out and squeezed my hand.  

“I’m just asking you this because , he does listen to you at times. I’ve noticed it. He doesn’t outwardly agree with you but he takes your opinions into consideration. And, Heejin you live with him and you’re the one who managed to convince him to start scenting Mina. ”

And God, how exhausting that had been. I had kept at it because Mina was so young and she needed her father’s scent to grow. And while i could be persistent when necessary,  I couldn’t work miracles. 

“Namjoon oppa, “ I said softly, trying to explain myself without sounding like a horrible human, “  I don’t hate Jungkook. Far from it. I want him to get the help he needs and I’m here for him. If you can convince him to go see Taehyung and he’s okay with me coming along, I won’t say no. Mina needs him and there’s nothing I would like more than for him to get better. ” i smiled a little, “ But he’s still going to have to be the one to make that choice. i can’t make it for him.” 

Namjoon nodded.

“ Fair enough. Well,  I’ll talk to him about it. We’ll set something up. Thank you for not refusing Heejinah. I know it can’t be easy for you either. 

I opened my mouth to respond but out of the corner of my eyes I caught a glimpse of someone, staring intently right at me.

 I turned sharply, eyes locking with those of Kim Yugyeom and I stiffened, stepping closer to Namjoon on instinct.  Yugyeom smirked, winking at me. 

I shuddered in disgust. 

Creep.

Namjoon followed my line of vision and swore.

“This motherfucker.” He made to move towards him. and I grabbed his arm, fingers digging into his forearm. The last thing i wanted to witness was an alpha alpha showdown in the middle of a party with me in the middle. 

“Please, no. Don’t make a scene. It’s what he wants.”

“Jungkook has the shittiest friends on the planet.” Namjoon shook his head and I couldn’t agree more. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Mina’s appointment with the doctor went about as expected. She was right on time with her milestones and I sat in the waiting office for a mere twenty minutes before being called in. The doctor, an alpha named Min Yoongi gave me a small smile of recognition before flipping through the pages of her file.

“ Jungkook didn’t come along?” He asked casually, grabbing a pen and making a note of her weight and length before plotting it on the small graph. She was a little on the smaller side but she was growing well. 

“He’s busy...” i said with a shrug, “ So I still keep giving her the polyvisol supplements?” 

Yoongi nodded, “ The nurse will fill in the prescription for you. Are you sure he’s busy? He called me last night and told me he wanted to come see me?” 

I blinked. 

“He did ? “ I couldn’t quite process this. 

“He wanted to talk about how she’s doing and I told him he could come in for her appointment today.”

I imagined a world where Jungkook actually spoke to me, instead of forcing  me to navigate stormy waters on rotten plywood. Nine more months, i told myself firmly, already digging for my phone. Nine more months and I would be out of this living hell I’d gotten trapped in. 

“Can I try calling him? He’s probably forgotten. I think he might regret missing out.” I begged and Yoongi gave me a small smile, waving me off. 

“Of course you can Heejin-ah and tell him that if he wants I can drop by at the office and talk to him as well.” 

I nodded quickly , moving out to the waiting area while the nurses held Mina, soothing her before getting her ready for her shots. I tried calling him and not surprisingly he didn’t pick up. I called his office next and Jungkook’s secretary picked up the phone .

The woman hated me. 

“He’s busy.” She said curtly.” He’s specifically asked me not to bother him with stuff that isn’t important.” 

Her whiny voice grated on my ears and i bit my lips to keep the irritation in. 

“Since when does his daughter make that list, Ms Lee?” I said calmly and she hesitated. 

“He’s in a meeting right now and-”

“I’m in the hospital with his daughter. I hope you’re willing to take the heat when he finds out that you wouldn’t let me get through to him. “ I said casually. 

It was a twisted version of the truth for sure. Meant to imply that Mina was hurt in some way. But I couldn’t bring myself to regret it much. I had enough on my plate without dealing with twenty year old secretaries who fancied themselves in love with their hot boss. 

 “I... just a moment, Mrs. Jeon.” 

I loathed the name. It wasn’t mine. It was hers and I felt like a thief every time someone addressed me that way.

After two minutes, Jungkook’s  familiarly low and perpetually exhausted voice came out ,

“Hello? Heejin?” He sounded listless and his voice just a little slurred and i groaned. 

“Please tell me you aren’t drunk.” I whispered. 

“I’m not. “ He said shortly. “ What’s wrong? What happened? Is Mina alright? ”

“Did you tell Yoongi that you were going to meet him today?” 

He was quiet for a second. 

“i’ll talk to him.”

He hung up and I stared at the phone. I realized that I shouldn’t have called him in the first place. Should have asked Yoongi to call him himself. What was wrong with me? Even a few syllables exchanged with Jungkook felt like staring into an abyss . 

I moved back to the clinic , just as Mina plaintive wail filled the room. The shots were done. It took us another thirty five minutes to finish filling her prescriptions and for Yoongi to finish examining her. She was already dozing off and I wasn’t supposed to feed her for another thirty minutes so perhaps the nap would do her good.  I had just finished settling her into her Bjorn carrier  when Jungkook’s voice came from the entryway. 

“Is this the way to Dr. Min’s office?” 

I glanced back to watch him . He looked ridiculously handsome in a three piece suit, jacket thrown over his arm and hair lightly damp from the misty drizzle outside. I saw the secretary’s mouth actually drop open and stay agape as she tried to process his questions. i could see the way his beauty had rendered her entirely witless and as someone who had experienced it first hand , i could sympathize, 

But Jungkook was beginning to look annoyed from the lack of response and i decided to give the poor girl a break. 

“He’s waiting for you.” I called out and Jungkook startled. He glanced up at me and for some reason he looked surprised. He always looked surprised when he saw me. As if i was just some monster out of his worst nightmares turning up in odd places . As if he couldn’t quite believe that i did exist in his life now. Unwelcome but impossible to avoid. 

“You’re here.” He said blankly. 

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. 

“Yes, i am. I’ve been here for three months now. “ i said shortly, before i could stop myself, “ Mina’s fine.  She just had her shots. I’m going to drive home and put her down for a nap. Do you want me to come with you ?” I pointed at the clinic. 

He hesitated before shaking his head. 

It was all according to script then. Jungkook would never include me in a single thing. Even if i was smack damn in the middle of the room with nowhere else to go. 

“Alright. i’ll see you after work.” 

“We’ll have guests for dinner today. ” He said suddenly. 

I stared at him, confused.

“For dinner??”

“ Sooah’s parents.” 

Oh, God. 

Wary of the extra nurses suddenly filling the room, the little whispers and the curious glances, i kept my smile even. 

“Of course. ” I bowed a little before turning on my heel and walking away. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sooah’s parents were, for lack of a better word, selfish . 

They had lost a daughter, so of course i could understand with their need to keep their daughter’s memory alive. But the way they chose to do it was unhealthy and borderline vindictive. 

" She’s growing well.” Mrs. Kim had the same statuesque figure as her model daughter and she held her grandchild with a slightly unsure grip and Mina felt the uncertainty in her grip, breaking out into cries at once. I stayed still, my throat dry from disuse. I hadn’t said a word since they came in. 

We were seated at the table, dinner was done. 

Jungkook sat next to me, staring straight ahead while his father in law tried to engage him in conversation. 

With Jungkook, the grief came in waves. Some days, the waves were small and gentle, like the ones that lapped at your feet on the shore of a tranquil lake. on those days e went about his day as usual, spoke to his friends and signed deals.  And somedays they were big, behemoths carrying guilt and accusation, crashing over his head with a vengeance. 

On those days , he looked like he’d been run over by a two ton truck. 

Today was just one of those days and i could sense it.

The man was going on an on about some charity that Sooah had been involved in as a young girl... Could Jungkook make a contribution in her name?. Could Jungkook pay for a concert of her favorite singer in her hometown..?  Could Jungkook possibly consider contributing to opening a foundation in her name? 

I could feel the urge to scream, grow by the minute.

 Each syllable that spilled out of her father’s mouth was aggravating, the sentences began and ended with her name, over and over over again and It felt terribly like she was standing right next to me, ice cold and dead but real and relentless at the same time. He spoke of her like she was still alive and i couldn’t fathom how that was healthy. How that was going to help Jungkook move on.

 If anything it made it harder for him to move on. 

And in a moment of chilling clarity, i realized  that this is what they wanted. 

They didn’t want Jungkook to move on from her. They wanted him to be consumed by her. In the wake of that realization , i felt anger surge. 

There was just enough hurt and heartbreak and pain and grief in this room without these idiots adding to it. 

“Jungkook is tired tonight, uncle.. Perhaps we can discuss this later.” I said finally, unable to bear it any more.

The man gave me a glare.

“I wasn’t talking to you girl.” He said sharply. I frowned. 

“We’re trying to help Jungkook. “ The woman said sharply. “ Unlike you and your father we do not prey on the weak. “ 

Jungkook shifted at the phrase and I glared at her.

“He isn’t weak. “ I snapped, resisting the urge to add on a you bitch , “He’s grieving . And what he needs is space to process his grief. Not you people trying to shove your daughter into his throat with every sentence. “

“Don’t you dare talk about our daughter!” Mrs. Kim snarled and i felt a headache come on.

“I thought that was why you were here? To talk about her? Or should I say use her as an excuse to get money out of him??  What you’re doing is unfair and awful!! . Jungkook isn’t ready to talk about this and one look at his face should tell you that, if you even bothered looking at anything except his wallet.” I shouted. 

“Heejin, that’s enough.” Jungkook said hoarsely and i bit my lips. 

Of course he wasn’t going to support me even if we were on the same side. Defending him, protecting him was exhausting and it was such a thankless job. i wanted it to end. 

“I think we should call this a night. please, just leave” I said sharply, standing up and reaching for Mina. She glared at me but handed the baby over. 

“You don’t get to make that decision. My son in law is who I’m here to see. You’re just the parasite that’s attached herself to him. You sit there in my daughter’s place and you dare disrespect me this way. ” The woman snapped.

“Its still my house. “ I gritted out. “ I’m married to Jungkook whether you like it or not and so i have the right to ask you to get out of my house.” 

“Heejin, stop.” Jungkook’s voice only made me angrier. He sounded drained and empty and still these leeches wanted to suck him dry. And he was too  blind to see it. 

“I’m done with this” I stood up moving to the small pack and play that sat in the corner of the living room. i placed Mina in and watcher her eyes flutter shut gently. 

i turned back to stare at Mrs. Kim.

“i want the pair of you to leave. Get out before I call security.” 

She gaped at me. 

“you had a wedding... that doesn’t make it a fucking marriage. “ she sneered. “ Its probably not even legal until you consummate it. So go ahead, call the cops right now. You think i wouldn’t take you to court. ??!! ” 

She was spouting absolute nonsense, probably driven by her own grief  but i wasn’t feeling particularly charitable tonight. 

“Why don’t you ask your son in law that? Ask him if the marriage was consummated or not...” I smirked. 

She faltered, eyes wide and disbelieving.

“No. You’re lying ...he wouldn’t.” She turned to Jungkook who looked at me with fury in his eyes. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He said sharply and I scoffed.

“With me? What the fuck is wrong with me? What the fuck is wrong with these idiots that they think they can come here and ask you to sign a fucking cheque when you’re still out here grieving for their daughter?!”

“You don’t know shit about them or her...” 

“I don’t have to. I don’t have to and i don’t care to either. All I know is that i married you and you’re my husband and whether you meant those vows or not, i did. I swore in front of my God and my family and I’m going to keep those promises. I’m going to protect you because I love your daughter . I’m going to protect you because you need to fucking live to be able to care for her. “ 

i turned to stare at his in-laws. They were staring at me, some of the fire dying out and in the span of a few minutes they somehow looked older . 

“You don’t deserve to be here.” Mr. Kim said finally, voice cracking and i exhaled. 

“And yet, here I am. And I’m not leaving. you are.” I said calmly. 

They stared at me for one more second before standing up and moving out of the dining space and into the hallways leading out. 

“We’ll call you later Jungkook-ah...” The man said before walking out of the door and slamming it shut behind him. 

The silence between us grew heavier as the seconds ticked. 

“We can’t decide how people grieve.” Jungkook said softly. 

I stared at him in disbelief. 

“You’re telling  me  that , Jungkook? Or did you forget all the times I indulged you when the only way you could grieve was apparently  by forcing yourself on me.” i snapped. 

His eyes widened , just a fraction before going blank again. 

He took a deep breath and went on. 

“They lost their daughter and they’re hurting. We can’t tell them they aren’t allowed to honor her memory...They’re clearly in pain...”

“Not more than you!” i snapped. “ You’re the one in pain here Jungkook. Your pain is so much more than theirs ..... Or may be it isn’t i don’t know.. But i do know that I can’t sit here and watch them bleed all over you when you’re cut just as deep as them.” 

“You don’t know shit about e!” He roared. “ Don’t you fucking dare talk about my grief like you can understand it...like you actually know what its like to lose the woman who had your fucking heart, because if you did you wouldn’t have agreed to this fucking marriage...you wouldn’t be here in this room with me, intruding on my grief and my pain... “

The sound of his voice made my entire body freeze in fear. I stayed perfectly still, jumping when he crossed the distance between us and grabbed my face, fingers curling around my jaw. 

“ You want to know how i wanted to grieve? I wanted to grieve in solitude!!! I wanted to grieve without some fucking stranger hovering over my shoulder like a fucking plague!”

I exhaled shakily, fingers trembling as i reached up to hold his wrist, my entire jaw throbbing with how hard his grip was. 

“It’s the price you pay for getting your company back. Jeon Jungkook. “ I choked out.” Or did you forget that marrying me is the reason you aren’t homeless on the streets “

He laughed a little yanking me closer and wrapping an arm around my waist.

“You’ve learned to talk back these days...” He muttered , “ I think I preferred the girl who hid in the nursery for the first three weeks of our wedding.” 

“I wasn’t hiding . I was avoiding you. Because your misery was contagious and i didn’t want any of it on me.” I snapped and his hold on my waist tightened. 

“Are you trying to make me angry? ” He snapped, fingers curling on my waist and I swallowed the whimper of pain that threatened. 

“Maybe i am... Maybe anything is better than watching you walk around this house like a corpse. You’re alive so I don’t see why you act like you died with her.” 

He growled at that, eyes blazing as he stepped back enough to stare into my face. 

“You’re right... I didn’t die with her. Although i wanted to...Maybe if i wasn’t such a fucking coward, i would have gone through with it.  .” He laughed and I felt my heart go ice cold at the very thought of it. 

“You didn’t die... So why don’t you get some help. There’s no shame in getting help... Taehyung...”

“I don’t need help. i need to be alone.” He snarled. “ I need to be allowed to cry and mourn my wife the way I want to but you and your father made sure that i couldn’t.”

I sighed, looking away in defeat. 

“Fucking look at me!” He snarled, hands grabbing both my arms and yanking me forward. “ Why won’t you look at me huh?  is the guilt finally catching up?” 

“No. No guilt. Just loathing and resentment.” I snapped back and he laughed again.

“Well too bad. Because you know what? You’re right. I paid for my company with my right to grieve and you...you paid for my name with your right to say no . “ 

I swallowed as he yanked me away from the table, dragging me to the couch in the side. 

“ I never refused you a thing.” I choked out, breathing ragged as he shoved me into the soft leather surface, crawling on top of me at once. “ I only said no when you were drunk out of your mind. When you thought it was okay to fuck me and call me by her name.” 

He made swift work of the buttons of my blouse and I stayed still, arms lying by my side. 

“ Are you telling me you want this ? You expect me to believe you want my hands on your body?” He sneered, fingers moving up to grip my hair. “You don’t want this and you don’t want me....Just like i don’t want you either. i’ll never want you. ” 

“You don’t want me.??.. You have a funny way of showing it..”  I scoffed , staring right into his eyes rolling my hips up into his  , greeted by the hard press of his length against my thigh.   “ And to be honest i don’t give a damn if you’re still in love with her , all I want is my name on your lips if you want to get off with me. Because I’m not just a toy you can use to replace your dead wife. I have  a name and you should remember it.  "

He growled again, fingers squeezing hard against the back of my head till my scalp felt like it was on fire.

“I hate you. “ He said clearly. “ I hate you and everything you’ve done to me.” 

“Everything I’ve done to you? Oh you mean save your life? Taek care of your baby girl like she was my own? Give you the chance to rebuild your entire career.? Turn you into multi millionaire again?  Good. Hate me. The feelings mutual. “ I snapped. “Now if you hate me so much why are you still here? Get off me.” 

“I’m not going anywhere, wife.” He sneered. “ Because like you said, I’ve paid for this.” He drawled, reaching down and squeezing between my legs. “And I’d be a pretty bad businessman if i don’t collect from my investments.” 

Before I could retort, he pulled back, just enough to grab me by the waist and flip me over on my front. I flinched when he grabbed my arms, yanking them back and trapping my wrists together in his fist at the base of my spine. My cheeks pressed into the leather couch, sticky and uncomfortable. 

i heard the sound of his zipper, the clink of his belt buckle. 

Coward. 

I shivered when he pushed my skirt up.

“Don’t enjoy this too much, yeah?” I snapped, “ You hate me remember?” 

“Easy enough to forget its you when I don’t have to look at you.” he retorted. 

He slipped one arm under my waist, lifting me up just enough for him to yank my panties down. 

“Just remember , you don’t get to blame the alcohol for this .” I sneered. “ You’re sober and clear headed and you’re hard for me. “ 

Somehow that seemed to bother him.

He stopped . 

I could feel the hesitation in his limbs. 

It made me laugh. 

“You know Jungkook, i took you for lot of things but a coward wasn’t one of them.”

“What the fuck does that mean huh? I should put you in your fucking place for how insolent you are with me... ” he pressed down on me and i gasped when I felt his chest pressing into my back, his face inches from my own. I flinched when he sank his teeth into the mating mark on my neck. 

“it means that if you’re going to do this, if you’re going to talk big about putting me in my place like the big bad alpha that you are, at least own up to the fact that you’re attracted to me. ” 

“ You forget your fucking place, omega.”  he hissed, voice sharp and furious against my ear. “ Another word out of that mouth and i won’t be responsible for what i do.” I gritted my teeth when he curled his fingers around the inside of my thigh, parting my legs and settling in between. 

He pushed into me in one strong thrust and my eyes flew open in shock. 

“Fuck.... why are you so fucking tight...” He groaned and my shoulders began to throb as he fucked into me, setting a punishing speed that left both of us panting . We were too fucking would up for it to last any longer than a few minutes and yet, i could feel pleasure swell inside me, wetness seeping out of me and onto the leather couch beneath us. 

I wondered just how fucked up this whole thing was. Just how much damage were we doing to each other?? But it was hard to care too much about it, because even if though it was a terrible way to talk things out at least he had talked. It was nothing new....nothing earth shatteringly enlightening but he had said it all out loud and that made a difference. 

“You think you can come into my life and dictate how i fucking live.” He grunted against my ear, fingers tightening on my hair. “ it pisses me off.” 

“Everyone dies, Jungkook. People die and they leave loved ones behind but Life goes on. It has to go on. You can’t just pause life to grieve. Mina needs you.” I felt my eyes begin to sting with tears, the adrenaline from the argument fading and my body threatening to go limp as he drove into me at the same punishing pace. 

He didn’t respond, fingers closing around my throat and squeezing lightly instead.

“Save your platitudes before i decide that the warmth of your body isn’t worth the grate of your voice on my ear.” He snapped and I whimpered when he stilled, spilling into me. 

He stayed pressed up against me. breathing harshly against my ear and i waited till both our breaths evened out. 

“It’s not selfish to move on Jungkook. You aren’t insulting your wife’s memory by wanting to move on.  “ I said softly. ” Someday your heart and mind will agree with me. Whether you like it or not. That’s just how pain works, Jungkook. One day it’ll pack itself up and walk out of your heart in the middle of the night. You just have to hold on till then.” 

He didn’t reply, merely drawing himself up and off me. 

Once i heard the door to his bedroom slam shut i dragged myself up , thighs shaking and sticky. I grimaced at the mess on the couch. I stared at the packet of baby wipes on the table nearby and shuddered. That just felt wrong. 

I’d just have to go grab a washcloth from the bathroom. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

On that weekend, we had another dinner to attend, this time with a few investors from out of the country or so Namjoon told me. 

Although we didn’t talk about what happened and he didn’t try to touch me again, things were subtly different. 

Something had changed in the way Jungkook behaved with me. There was a little less of the usual zombie like indifference and he actually seemed to be avoiding alcohol actively. It was a welcome change. But to make up for it, Mina went into a growth spurt. Which meant ten minute naps every hours or so with wailing sobs in between. 

i was exhausted. 

So much so that Jungkook told me that he didn’t want to pick Mina up from Seokjin’s place till the next day. 

It was a little past one in the morning when I finally trudged into the apartment. Jungkook wasn’t black out drunk but he was definitely a little loose limbed, eyes just a shade more glassy than usual.

“Tonight went well. I’m thinking the guy from Macau is definitely going to consider investing.” He muttered, gripping the door frame and taking off his shoes.

I toed my own heels off, feeling upset and bereft.

“Why would you tell Jin oppa that we’ll get Mina in the morning? She’s not used to being away the whole night.” I complained, feeling jittery and nervous because the house felt so empty and strange .

I didn’t like the idea of being alone with Jungkook without the buffer of his daughter between us. The house felt foreign, the walls seemingly closer together , the space to cramped.

Jungkook dropped his keys in the bowl and tugged on his tie, watching me carefully.

“It’s too late and Jin hyung said she was already asleep. He’ll drop her off in the morning. Just relax. Would you like a drink?”

I stared at him. 

What now? 

He looked nervous and a tad worried.

 Swallowing , I shook my head, turning on my heel.  

“I’m going to bed.” I was almost at the door to the nursery when he grabbed my arm, seemingly moving faster than I could breathe.

“Wait, Heejin… “ He stopped, worrying his lip between his teeth before sighing, “I… I need to say something..” He finished and I exhaled sharply.

I tugged on my arm but he wouldn’t let go.

“Jungkook , let me go.” I said sharply. “ I’m not in the mood tonight . You aren’t drunk now and I’m running out of reasons to excuse your actions.”

His hold on my arm relaxed but he didn’t let go.

“Namjoon hyung told me about that new therapist.... Kim Taehyung?? . I don’t think it’s a good idea.” He said roughly.  

I sighed, defeated. It was expected and yet it stung. I wondered if perhaps I was just beating a dead horse at this point. But Mina deserved to have a father who loved her with all his heart and Jungkook’s heart was so filled with grief it had no place for his daughter. If there was any chance I could help change that, I would take it.

I tugged my arm away again and this time he let go.

I tried to smile encouragingly. it was hard because i was all out of comfort, my own exhaustion too overwhelming at the moment.

So I took a deep breath and reached out to lightly touch his arm. 

“Listen, no one’s asking you to make a decision tonight, Jungkook.” I tried to smile a bit more widely but it probably came out as a grimace, “ Just sleep on it and think about why you think it isn’t a good idea. Taehyung’s an alpha and he may understand you better. Think about it and you can let Namjoon know later.”

He didn’t reply, merely staring at me till I began to feel a little hot around the collar.

“Well, Good night then.” I made to turn away but he grabbed me again, this time by my wrist.

“Wait.”

Patience wearing just a little thin, I stared at him, waiting as he requested.

“I’m sorry about what I said that night. At the party last week. About you not being her mother.   I shouldn’t have said that.”

It was the first time he had apologized for anything.

It took me a second to even remember what he was talking about. 

“Alright. I’m not mad. And I understand why you said it. Its fine. And you’re right. I’m not her mother and I should be more careful. ”

He nodded and then stepped back.

“ I’m sorry. For a lot of things. ”  He bowed awkwardly and I could only stare at him, shaking my head. The apologies were somehow both welcome and abhorrent to me. 

They were the kind of apology you would offer a stranger. And that made them insincere because I wasn’t a stranger. I’d been through too much these past few months, to be treated that way. 

For now I could only accept them at face value. 

“ Its alright. Just go to bed Jungkook. And listen to Namjoon oppa . I know you don’t trust me but you should trust him. He only wants what’s best for you. ”

I sounded twenty years older than I actually was and grimaced.

"There’s one more thing. Can I... I need... “ He stopped and stared at the floor. 

I felt a huge sense of foreboding rise up at that. 

“Are you going to pull the i paid for your body card? “ I said bitterly. “ You made it very clear that i can’t say no. I don’t see why you’re bothering to-”

“You can say no.” He said softly. “ You can say no.” 

And then he looked up at with limpid doe eyes, shining with all the stars in the galaxy and I wanted to sob at the unfairness of it all. 

“ And if I say no, where will you go? To a brothel? you’ll come back smelling like another beta or omega and you can’t come near your daughter till it fades. Which is what? A week? “ 

Jungkook didn’t say anything and I felt helpless. 

“Is that why you sent her away tonight?” I demanded and he looked genuinely surprised. 

“What? No. Of course not . i just...You looked exhausted. I thought you’d like a night off. And just... I don’t want to have sex. Can you just sleep with me. I just... I don’t want to be alone tonight.” 

“What’s so special about tonight?” i rolled my eyes already moving to his bedroom instead of the nursery. 

He stared at me for a few seconds, eyes empty in the dark of the hallway. 

I waited a whole minute before sighing. This was excruciating and my heels hurt from wearing heels all evening. i wanted to curl into the air mattress on the floor of the nursery , possibly lie sleepless till dawn and then drive down to pick Mina up from Jin’s place. 

“Jungkook , let’s just go to bed and forget-” 

“Its her birthday.” 

I barely heard him, his lips barely moved and his voice was so low. 

I stared at him. Not sure if I’d misheard. 

“What?”

“Its her birthday. “ He repeated. 

“You can say her name.” i said calmly. “ You’re not betraying her by saying her name out loud in front of me.” 

He went a little stiff at that and i wanted to kick myself for the remark. What a hypocrite I was. I’d reprimanded Namjoon for trying to dictate Jungkook’s grief and here I was , doing the exact same thing. 

“I’m sorry. God, Jungkook... I’m sorry. i shouldn’t have said that.  i didn’t know. Why didn’t you tell me.. I... of course you don’t have to be alone. Should i call Namjoon oppa? Or Jimin?” I asked gently. 

“It’s Sooah’s birthday.” He was still staring at the floor, apparently he hadn’t heard a word I’d said. 

I had a sudden flash of memory, remembering that Jungkook used to sing. He had sung at his wedding seven years ago. Serenaded his wife as she walked down the aisle. I had been young then but i remembered thinking how evident his love was in every syllable sung .

Something i could hear even now, in the way he said her name. 

“Okay. What would you like to do? I... I can make seaweed soup.” I said softly. “ We can go see her if you like?” 

He stared at me. 

“I want to go alone.” He said finally. 

I hesitated. 

“I’ll drive you. i’ll stay in the car. You can’t drive.” I reminded him. 

Jungkook’s driver’s license had been suspended after one too many traffic violations. I drove him around often . 

He didn’t reply, staring out of the huge bay windows and i sighed. 

“Alright... Why don’t you go change  into something more comfortable yeah? i’ll get the soup going and we, “ i bit my lips, “ , I’m sorry, And you can go see her.  “ I smiled, before moving to the kitchen and grabbing the dried seaweed. I soaked it in cold water, before getting the beef, garlic, soy sauce, salt and pepper and the sesame oil from the cupboards. 

Ten minutes later, the soup was boiling away and I peered out at the door leading to his bedroom. I was still wearing the cocktail gown and my head was beginning to throb. I oved to the nursery and stripped quickly, slipping on my white t shirt and a pair of pink corduroy shorts. 

I would be in the car anyway.  By the time i finished taking off all my make up, the soup was done and Jungkook was slumped over the counter. He looked drained, more so than usual . In fact he looked notably worse than how he was ten minutes ago. 

Torn between the urge to draw him into my arms and the helpless knowledge that he would absolutely hate me touching him , i merely hovered near the stove, pouring the stove into a small airtight container. 

On a whim I moved to the cupboard  in the corner that housed all the crockery and threw it open. 

“What was her favorite bowl?” I said casually, staring at him. 

He blinked, staring at me like i was speaking a foreign tongue. 

“Her favorite bowl , Jungkook The one she always drank or ate from?” 

He swallowed but leaned his palms down on the granite countertop, levering himself off the tall stool of the kitchen island and making his way over to me. I stepped back, giving him space to peer into the depths of the black marble shelves. 

He finally stuck a hand in and drew out a pale yellow and mauve bowl , a little worn but intact. 

He held it carefully, running his fingers gently over the bowl, savoring the surface his wife had once caressed with her own fingers. I watched as his lips curved, a pale pale imitation of a smile but a smile nonetheless and I felt my breath catch in my throat. 

This was probably the first time he’d smiled in the three months i’d known him. 

My heart began to pound, a steady staccato that began rising in volume and i willed myself to stay calm. 

“I..uh.. I can wash it for you.” I said softly .

The smile disappeared as quickly as it had come and he stared at my outstretched hand like it was a snake . 

Face almost eerily blank he cleared his throat. 

“I’ll do it.” 

i watched as he moved to wash the bowl under the spray from the faucet and finished clearing up the kitchen. i grabbed a small bag to keep the sea wood soup in and held the bag open when Jungkook finished washing the bowls. He grabbed a fresh kitchen towel and carefully wiped down the moisture before wrapping the bowl in the towel and keeping it inside the bag, carefully. 

I smiled and zipped the bag shut. 

“Lets go shall we?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

I sat waiting in the car, staring out into the darkness of the parking lot, while the rain poured torrents outside the glass windows of the car. I felt unaccountably alone, like I was the only human being left on the planet. 

It had been a little past an hour since Jungkook had disappeared into the building that held his wife’s ashes. I wasn’t sure if i should give him a call. Had he fallen asleep in there. 

I told myself I would wait another hour and if he didn’t come out, I would go check on him. 

I dozed lightly against the window, exhaustion beginning to creep in. I wanted to sob at how tired i was. I could have gotten a full nights sleep, something i hadn’t had since the day I took Mina into my arms. 

But then, i remembered the tiny smile that had sprung up on his face and i grinned despite myself. That was progress wasn’t it? It definitely was. I was sure that if only Jungkook could be convinced to go meet Taehyung , the alpha therapist, things could get so much better for him. I wanted to have him at least halfway to being ..... capable of handling his own daughter, before i left him. if not the worry alone would eat me alive. 

I was just getting ready to perhaps climb over the console and nap in the backseat when my phone rang. 

I glanced at the dashboard, frowning. it was two thirty in the morning. 

Who?

I grabbed my phone from the bag and my heart leapt to my throat. 

“Jin? What’s wrong? What happened to her?” I could feel my heart threatening to give out, any number of terrible possibilities running through my head in a vicious loop.

“nothing happened, Heejin , take a deep breath... She’s just running a fever. it was quite low earlier but its hitting 101  now and I’m getting a little worried. I’ve given her cold baths and kept a wet towel on her but it doesn’t seem to be coming down.” 

“We’ll be there in ten minutes! “ i said quickly.

“I’m sorry, Heejinah, i don’t have any experience with babies and-”

“it’s alright...thank you for calling me oppa!” i hung up , already fumbling with the door and stepping out into the rain. i was soaked through in three second flat. What a day to wear a white t shirt. 

I ran quickly, stumbling a little on the gravel pathway and hoping to God i was going the right way. I ran into the foyer, the poor security guard falling asleep over his desk glancing up at me in sympathy. 

“there was a man here earlier?”

“Second floor third room.” He said casually.

I nodded, already rushing for the steps. I climbed the four flights of stair in two minutes, my heart threatening to give out. I found Jungkook in the room , kneeling on the floor and he looked at me in shock that swiftly turned to anger.

“Jungkook-” i gasped because the run up had robbed me of my breath. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He moved so quickly I could barely blink before he was right up in front of me. 

“Jungkook, I... We need...” I tried to draw a breath in but before I could form the words he grabbed my arm, so hard that I whimpered in pain. 

“I told you i wanted to be alone, what the fuck is your fucking problem?!” He snarled.

“Jungkook-” Before i could finish, he yanked me just a bit closer to him before shoving me out of the room with his wife’s portraits and the small ornate vase that held her ashes. 

it wasn’t that hard. 

He didn’t push me in a very brutal way. 

In fact it was probably with lesser force than what anyone slamming a door would use. 

But,

Jungkook was six feet two. He weighed a 170 pounds. 

I was a hundred pounds wet and barely came up to his shoulders. 

And it was just my luck that the wall opposite to the door had a large concrete and granite horse figurine placed right in front of it.  

I crashed into the torso of the equine, my bones rattling inside me and I whimpered when my wrist made contact with the hard surface, bending a bit out of place. 

I slid to the floor in a wet lump, trying to catch my breath and process what had just happened.

Jungkook stood frozen by the door horrified as he stared at his hands, as thought he couldn’t quite fathom what he had just done. 

A sharp burning pain began in my sides and I gasped out.

“Oh, fuck.” I swore. 

Jungkook moved to help me up but i was already crawling away from him, scrambling to my feet, ignoring the ache in my side.

“I’m sorry.” I said softly, holding both my hands up. “ It’s Mina...she’s running a fever. We need to go get her.” 

“Heejin-ah, I’m...”

One more apology and i would officially lose it, i thought slightly hysterically. 

“its my fault.” I said sharply, “  I should have probably tried calling you from the car instead of barging in like this but Jin called and i got worried...I wasn’t thinking straight so I’m sorry about that... I think we should go get her as soon as we can.” 

“Did i hurt you?” He demanded , reaching out for me again and I nearly fell again trying to move away from his touch. 

“No.. No I’m fine.” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Are you sure, we don’t have to go the doctor.?  “ He asked nervously, watching me carefully wipe down her body with the slightly damp wet cloth. I nodded, carefully squeezing the water out before dipping the towel in water again. 

“She’ll be fine. Her fever’s come down and with babies this young, its safer to care for them at home than to take them to a hospital.” I said casually, 

 “I wasn’t talking about her.” He said stiltedly. 

I blinked, staring up at him in surprise. 

“What?”

“I think we should go to the doctor. You fell hard. ”

“Jungkook what are you even on about?” I said crossly, steadfastly ignoring the pain in my sides. It was sharp and unbearable with every breath I took in but I was too terrified to go to the hospital and have them tell me I’d cracked my rib or something. 

Partly because that would be so inconvenient. 

Partly because Jungkook would probably go back to being a guilt ridden shadow of himself if that happened. 

“I’m going to call Yoongi hyung.” 

Before I could protests some more he was already on his feet, moving to the living room.

Yoongi arrived thirty minutes later , annoyed and sleepy, dressed in a soft white t shirt and stone wash jeans. 

“It’s four thirty in the morning , she better be dying Jungkook..” He rasped out near the front door and i flinched at the murderous tone to his voice. 

Suddenly , i hoped desperately that my ribs had cracked. 

Yoongi stepped in , staring at me . He took in the mess of quilts i sat on and sighed. 

“Come here and take your shirt off.” He said gruffly. 

I blinked, feeling blood rush to my face. Was he always this handsome? Hating the very unwelcome flutter of nerves, I moved to stand in front of him, grabbing the hem of my t shirt .

But the movement jolted my rib and pain sharp and lancing shot through my side. I yelped and dropped my hand again breathing harshly which only seemed to make things worse. 

I swallowed and Yoongi blinked, reaching out to gently grip my elbows. 

“Hey...relax ... “ He said gently. 

I felt the press of a warm chest at my back.

“Let me help hyung.” Jungkook’s voice rumbled through my body, his chin brushing the top of my head and he bent over me from the back, fingers gripping the hem of my shirt and carefully lifting it up to just above the curve of my breasts. 

Yoongi was staring at Jungkook over my shoulders expression unreadable. 

“So you do know how to act after all.” He commented drily and I heard Jungkook inhale sharply behind me. 

“Hyung...” He said sharply, and Yoongi merely rolled his eyes. 

“How did this happen?” He ran slender fingers all over my skin, feeling each dent and dip carefully. 

“I ..uh.. I sort of fell into a statue? It was made of concrete and quite heavy.” 

His face shifted into a frown. 

“Jungkook , tell me you didn’t push her.” He said sharply and I jumped a bit.

“No...he didn’t.” i said sharply and Yoongi ignored me , staring right at the alpha behind me. 

“I didn’t mean to.” He said finally.

“You broke her rib, kid.” 

I groaned in defeat. Behind me Jungkook stiffened.

“It was an accident.” I said sharply and Yoongi gave me an unimpressed look.

“If i had a won for every wife that told me that.” 

“It was my fault and-” I shut my mouth. I did sound like the poster child for abused wife in denial. 

“Relax... I’m not going to send your handsome husband to prison.” He chuckled. “ This time.” He added, giving Jungkook another glare. 

“It won’t happen again. ever. “ Jungkook’s voice shook a little. 

I sighed, already imagining the self flagellation that was probably going on inside the alpha’s head.

Yoongi’s voice drew me out of my head. 

 “Its not a break. It looks like a crack which is easier to heal. But i still want you to come in tomorrow. We’ll get it x rayed. Its going to take a couple of months to heal.” 

I gaped.

“Months?” 

“As long as you take it easy you’ll be fine. Now where’s the little one?” 

Yoongi dropped off a small bottle of pediatric paracetamol and told me to keep an eye on her temperature before bidding us goodbye. 

Once the door closed behind him, Jungkook turned to me , eyes wide and lips parted. 

“If you apologize , I’m going to throw this  at your face.” i said calmly, fingers closing over the neck of the ceramic vase on the table. 

Jungkook blinked. 

“I’m sorry. “ He said nonetheless and I sighed, pulling my hands away. 

How fitting. Neither of us could act out of character. 

Jungkook couldn’t stop blaming himself for everything under the sun. 

I just couldn’t bring myself to hurt him in any way. 

“Just go to bed , Jungkook. I’ll be fine.” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Author’s Note : As always the pain is here and probably going to get worse. But Jungkook seems to be turning mildly human so let’s see if he can keep that up. Also handsome pediatric doctor Yoongi as second lead because i like to torture myself. 

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[whumperooni]

what’s mine is mine

Pairing: Touya Todoroki x Sister!Reader

Tags/Warnings: tw incest, tw breeding kink, scumbag squad, drugs and drinking, possessive behavior

Word count: 5.7k

A/N: This is in response to a big brained nonny! I’m so sorry it took me so long to get to it!

“Touya-nii, do you want some- oh. Sorry, nii-san, I didn’t know you had guests over...”

Touya lifts his head from his phone to find you standing in the doorway- a curious tilt to your head and hands clasped behind your back. On the couch across from him, his shitty friends are looking at you- just as curious but with a look in their eyes that he doesn’t appreciate.

There’s a reason he doesn’t have them over when you’re home.

“Woah, Todoroki- who is this? Don’t tell me that’s your little sister. Where’ve ya been hiding her?”

Touya huffs as Keigo grins and you flush- teeth digging into your bottom lip, eyes lowering to the floor under the attention, a tiny smile threatening to form that Touya is very unhappy to see.

“C’mere, little birdy, let us see ya. Come say hi.”

The scowl that breaks across Touya’s face only makes Keigo smirk. Your eyes dart to Touya- seeking his approval, your face flustered- and Touya huffs again, rolls his eyes whenever Jin raises a brow toward him.

At least Tenko’s already gone back to playing his game- head bowed and bloodshot eyes only flicking toward you whenever Touya waves you over to him and you hesitantly enter the room.

He doesn’t like the way three sets of eyes run over your legs and he really doesn’t like the way Keigo’s smirk grows whenever his own eyes narrow.

Fuckin’ bastard. He’s nothing but scum.

Touya grabs your wrist as soon as you’re close enough to him to do so and he yanks you down onto his lap, ignores the squeak that leaves you whenever he wraps his arms around your waist and hooks his chin over your shoulder, rests a hand on your thighs.

“Asshole friends, this is my little sister. Sis, these are my asshole friends.”

“Yo.”

“Hey.”

“...mmm.”

“H-Hi...”

Keigo coos at your shy voice and Jin smiles a little- expression hazy from all the weed he’s smoked. Tenko glances at you- pointedly at your legs, between them- and Touya scowls, squeezes your thighs and pulls you even closer against him.

“Hey, baby, why don’t you come over here with us? If you want a lap to sit on, you can always use mine or Jin’s.”

“What about mine?”

“No one wants to sit on yours, weeb.”

“You can sit on mine,” Jin mumbles, barely audible over Tenko and Keigo’s squabbling. “I don’t mind.”

Your head moves with a shake and your fingers curl into your skirt- cheeks flaring as you press back against Touya. Something relaxes in his chest with that and he hugs you a little closer, smothers the impulse to lay his lips to your neck.

“N-No, thank you,” you mumble to Jin- so polite, so shy, so very good with your refusal.

“Didn’t want you to anyway.”

Touya snorts at that, just shakes his head when you look back at him in confusion.

Out of all of them, Jin’s probably the least likely threat. Tenko would be if he didn’t have a habit of staring and sneaking photos of any and every girl he can- he wouldn’t ever actually try anything on you, but Touya doesn’t want upskirt photos of his lil sis on that perv’s phone.

Keigo’s the worst by and far. And Touya will be damned if he lets his little sister get anywhere near that jackass with his sickly sweet charm, shit eating grins, and groping hands.

No way- you’re his.

“Nii-san,” you whisper, looking back at him with your cute little flushed cheeks and shy eyes. “Nii-san, I just came down to ask if you wanted some dinner. Natsuo-nii said he’d pick up some take-out...”

Natsuo? What the fuck are you doing hanging around Natsuo? That little shit should be on some cheesy date with his squeaky mouse of a girlfriend instead of trying to weasel in some time with you.

Touya doesn’t know which he hates more- the thought of his sleazy friends trying to flirt with you or the thought of you hanging out with your older brother, his younger brother.

When he only scowls in response, your face falls. You turn on his lap until you’re sat facing him- fingers curling into his shirt and brow furrowed, your bottom lip jutting out into one of those cute pouts of yours that you like to wear when you’re worried about him.

Over your shoulder, Touya can see Jin’s confusion and Tenko’s cocked brow, Keigo’s narrowed eyes. He flashes them a sneer that you can’t see and settles his hands on your hips, looks back down at you to see what’s got you bothered enough to forget your shyness.

“Onii-chan,” you start- voice tilting with a soft whine, something almost lecturing creeping through the words. “Nii-san, Natsuo-nii was just being nice. And you need to eat.”

Your hands run down his chest and your expression grows softer as you look up at him through your lashes, your voice gets quieter as you whisper to him,

“I worry about you, nii-san. You’re so skinny...”

The tips of your fingers press into the spaces between his ribs and Touya sighs as concern fills your eyes, ignores the stares of his friends from across the room.

“Fine, whatever,” he grumbles. “Get something for me and put it in the fridge. I’ll eat it later.”

“You promise?”

A huff leaves him and you pout whenever he rolls his eyes, but a nod of his head gets your lips quirking up with a pleased little smile all the same.

“I’ll get you some low mein,” you chirp, hands smoothing down his chest. “And I’ll have Natsuo-nii get you some beer too!”

“Aw, ain’t she just the sweetest.”

Keigo’s croon has you blushing and Touya huffs again once your head ducks- lips twitching with irritation as you squirm on his lap and the blonde across the room bares his teeth at him in a grin.

Fuckin’ dick.

“I, um, I- I should go tell Natsuo-nii,” you mumble, cheeks still flared up and voice dipping shy again. Touya just grunts and he squeezes your hips before giving one a little smack.

A press of soft lips to his cheek and then you’re off- Keigo, Jin, and Tenko all watching as you hurry out of the room and out of sight.

As soon as you’re gone, they look to him and Touya’s eyes narrow when a low whistle sounds from Keigo.

“Shit, Todoroki, and here I thought your whole family was just a bunch of dogs.”

“Oh fuck off,” Touya snaps, reaching for the blunt wraps with a scowl. “Don’t get any fuckin’ ideas, birdbrain.”

“Ideas?” Keigo laughs- grin still in place, turning sleazy. “Now why would I have any ideas about your cute lil sis and her cute lil tits.”

“I said fuck off.”

“She is pretty cute,” Jin mumbles, fingers scratching along his chest and lips holding a dazed smile that only has Touya scowling darker. “Like her ass...”

“Bet she cums like an ahego whore,” Tenko throws out without even looking up from his stupid fucking game. “Looks like a dumb slut.”

“Think the weeb’s right,” Keigo sneers. “Hey- she got a boyfriend, Todoroki?”

“I don’t know- you got a black eye?”

“Aw, cute- he’s protective.”

“Virgin then,” Tenko pipes up. “Bet she’d cream herself if she got kissed.”

A growl rips from Touya and the three bark out some laughs- Keigo and Tenko smirking while Jin’s dumb little smile grows.

He’s gonna fucking kill these assholes.

He knew they’d be nothing but scum when it came to you- he should’ve made sure you’d be out of the house before he let these three dicks come over for a smoke sesh.

Touya scowls and his friends keep up- slinging lewd comments and jeers as he smokes and stews.

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Two in the morning and Touya’s buzzed.

Buzzed and fucking pissed.

Those assholes didn’t let up all night. Every other sentence out of Keigo’s mouth was about fucking you, getting you on your knees, making you drunk and stupid so he could wreck your ass. Tenko kept comparing you to characters from his ero games and Jin kept mumbling how he wanted you to sit on his dick, warm his cock while he smokes.

Jin was bareable, kind of. But Tenko and Keigo?

It’s a goddamn miracle he didn’t break their faces.

Touya scowls as he watches his so called friends head out and narrows his eyes at one last jeer of “kiss your sis good night for me” tossed out ny Keigo.

Those fuckers need to learn some manners. Those fuckers need to learn who you belong too.

Scowl deepening, Touya heads toward your room- feet stumbling and teeth gritting.

You’re asleep when he barges in- face peaceful, blanket twined between your legs, fingers curled into the sheets. He looks over you for a second, runs his eyes over bared thighs and cotton panties, and then he walks toward the bed, climbs onto it.

As soon as the mattress dips, your lashes flutter open and you stir with a sigh. You don’t do more than give a sleepy blink when he brackets himself over you, offer him a fuzzy, drowsy smile.

“Touya-nii...? What...what time is it?”

“Two.”

A hum and a yawn, another sleepy little blink. You’re cute like this and usually Touya would just crash beside you, but he’s got other plans right now- stupid, drunk, dumb plans but plans all the same.

“Hey- hey, don’t go back to sleep.”

There’s a huff from you, a furrowing of your brows. But you obey him as you always do; you sit up with another yawn and rub at your eye with a loose fist, let him tug the covers off of you without a fuss.

“Nii-san...nii-san, what is it?”

Touya ignores you and he grabs onto your still sleepy face, pulls you closer until he can kiss you, make you whine and moan. You jerk, just a bit, at the way he bites into your bottom lip and then you’re melting into his touch, looking up at him through half-shut eyes whenever he breaks the kiss and runs his drunken gaze over your flushed face.

“Nii-san...?”

Touya grunts and thumbs away a dribble of spit from the corner of your lips, ignores the quiet confusion written all over your face. You press into his touch and he watches you blink, reaches over to flick on the lamp without looking. He almost knocks it over but he ignores that, too, and kisses you again- not caring if you’re blinking rapidly to adjust to the sudden light or if you’re still thrown a little off kilter by his mood and his lingering scowl.

This kiss is rougher- his fingers snarling into your hair and his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, his grip tightening on your head. You whimper with it and Touya growls, doesn’t pull back until he feels you tremble and shake. Your lips part with a question, quivering and plumped up from his bites, and Touya huffs before it can sound, grits out his own.

“You love me, right?”

Your eyes snap open, you breathe in sharp and fast- bewilderment all over your face and any lingering traces of sleep evaporated in an instant. Your hands fly to his face and his lips twitch at the touch, he presses into it even if it’s a fucking weak little move.

“Touya-nii, of course I love you! I love you with all my heart!”

Sweet, a little hurt, absolutely sincere- you say it with wide eyes and so much concern that it makes him want to scowl even deeper, punch himself for being so stupid to even ask.

Of course you love him- he’s your nii-san after all.

Touya huffs and his shoulders relax a little, his tongue darts out to wet his lips as your brows scrunch together in worry.

You’re a good little sister. He doesn’t have anything to worry about- never will.

But fuck he’s still pissed.

“I wanna do something,” he half-growls out. “You’ll be good for me, yeah?”

A flush, a squirm. You nod, though- brows still furrowed and eyes scanning his face in search for some answer to your confusion.

“Of course, nii-san,” you whisper. “I- of course. What-”

“Take your clothes off. All of ‘em.”

A soft noise slips from you and you breathe in shakily, but there’s no hesitance in the way your hands rise to tug off your shirt.

Touya watches for a moment and then he gets up from the bed, walks over to the door and closes it, locks it.

You’re naked by the time he comes back- flushed but not embarrassed, bruises littered everywhere your clothes can hide them. Touya eyes the bruises, those marks he’s put all over his dear, sweet little sister, and his lashes lower, something hungry and greedy starts to grow inside of him.

You’ve never belonged to anyone but him.

He touches your cheek- soft in the moment, rough edges hazed over by your adoration. A tap to it has your lashes fluttering, a press of his thumb to your lips has you shuddering.

“We’re gonna make a lil movie,” he rumbles out. You startle, eyes flying wide open once again, but you don’t protest or tell him no even if unease has your fingers curling tight into the sheets.

You never tell him no.

“I...okay, nii-san...”

The compliance has him humming- thumb dipping past your parted lips so he can press it down against your wet tongue.

It’s sweet how you agree, satisfying- more satisfying then the beer he threw back all throughout the night and the weed he smoked away.

A lick to his lips and Touya pulls away, starts to strip away his clothes- hands fumbling, clumsy as he tries to undo buttons and zippers. You watch him silently- cheeks heating up and thighs pressing together- and your teeth find your bottom lip when he starts to tug down his boxers, when his cock springs free.

“Turn around,” he orders. “Get on your knees, put that fucking pretty face against the bed and raise that ass up for me.”

Shivering, you obey- a mewl slipping from you as you do.

Touya grabs his phone from his pants and he kneels by the bed, pulls up the camera and hits record.

You’re wet and it’s easy to see even in the lowlight, even on the shitty phone screen. When he grabs onto your ass with his free hand and spreads your cheek, your hole clenches- tightens and spreads and makes him smirk.

“So fucking wet for me,” he half-sneers, a laugh sounding through the words. “Look at this pretty lil cunt all soaked and eager.”

“T- Touya...”

He huffs at your little whimper of a whine and brings the phone even close, records the way your hips twitch and your cunt sucks in his thumb when he presses against it.

“So fuckin’ wet and warm. So tight,” he hisses. “All for me, baby- right?”

“Y- yes. It’s all- all for you!”

Touya snorts and he slips his thumb out so he can spread your pussy open again, presses his palm against it and then lays a wet smack to your ass that has you yipping, arching your hips even closer to him.

“You ever been with anyone but me?”

The sheets rustle as you shake your head and Touya grips your ass tight, digs his fingers in deep and makes you squirm, whine. When there’s no verbal answer, he spanks you again in warning and you whine even louder, press your thighs tight together.

“N- no! Just you! Just Touya!”

“You want anyone else?”

“No! Never!”

Touya grins and the restless anger in him quells, just a little, at your mewled loyalty.

A fucking good little sister indeed.

Touya aims the camera at the red blooming across your ass and then he stands, moves it over to capture your arched back. He runs his hand over your side and you shiver a little, press your hips back against him until his cock nudges at your soaked cunt.

“You wanna get fucked, sweetheart?” he half taunts- the words coming out sickly sweet, rough around the edges.

“Please!”

Your moan is even sweeter than his question- hips bucking back against his cock, fingers fisting the sheets tight in your hold.

“Think you can do better than that,” he huffs, leaning over until he can tangle his fingers into your hair. “Tell me how bad ya want it.”

A whine sounds- pathetic and flustered, pitching up sharp as he yanks your head up from the bed. The tiniest sob slips from you as he forces your head back and you stare up into the camera- cheeks flushed, eyes glittering, an undeniable need flourishing across your your face.

“Please, nii-san,” you beg, nearly breathless and so fucking sweet. “Please I want- I want you to fuck me! I want- want your cock!”

“Only mine?”

Another whine and you nod, whimper as your hair gets tugged and pulled by the movement.

“Only Touya-nii’s!”

“Good girl.”

A gasp from you and a cute little mewl- the praise has you flushing darker and a tremble wracking through your body, your lashes fluttering and falling half-shut.

“Nii-san, please...”

Touya grunts and the camera shakes in his hand for a moment before he steadies himself. He rocks against you, has you whimpering, and then he grips his cock, lets you bury your face back into the sheets as he starts to push his way into your eager little cunt.

You clench around him, so fucking eager as always, and Touya groans at that, lowers his phone to show off the way his cock slides into your plush little pussy with ease.

“So fucking wet, baby,” he praises- taunts- in a growl. “Ain’t never had a cunt like yours. So fucking tight and sweet. You were made to take my dick, weren’t cha?”

A shuddering moan wracks through you- body trembling and cunt clenching around his cock so tight it makes Touya hiss and claw his nails into your hips. You whimper at the sting and he doesn’t have to see your face to know you’ve got tears in your eyes, doesn’t have to hear any mewl or whine to know that you love it.

“I- I was made- was made- oh, nii-san!”

Touya snorts at your moan, tilts his head back with a groan as he sinks even deeper into your silken, squeezing little cunt.

“Throw those fucking hips back,” he snarls, orders. “Fuck yourself on me.”

A mewl and you do just as he says- rocking your hips back like the obedient girl you are and whining as his piercings drag along the throbbing walls of your pussy. Touya rolls his head back forward so he can watch and he angles the camera so he can capture the way the soft flesh of ass jiggles each time it meets his pelvis.

“So fuckin’ good,” he mumbles. “Takin’ it so well- best fuckin’ pussy around. No one fucks like my lil sis.”

It’s more to the camera- to the future audience- but you still whimper and grind against him, drags your nails over the sheets with a soft little whine.

“Nii-san- Touya-nii, please!”

“What? You gonna come already?”

“Please!”

Touya huffs and he lays a spank to your ass, drags out a moan and has your hips stuttering against him.

“Come on nii-san’s cock then. Come nice and pretty like a good girl.”

A whimper and then you’re trembling, whining as your cunt clenches and flutters around his cock. His teeth grit with the squeeze of your cumming pussy and Touya has to dig his nails back into your hip so he doesn’t moan- lips pulling into a growling snarl as he tries not to cum with you.

“Nii-san! Nii-san!”

He lets you moan and writhe and mewl until you limp beneath him and then he leans over you, presses his chest flat against your back and curls his fingers into your hair, jerks your head to the side and shoves the phone in your face.

He wants them to see your flushed face and muddied eyes. He wants them to see your fucked out face and fluttering lashes. He wants them to see your face as he cums inside of you, as you cum on his cock again.

Touya fucks into you- movement shallow, his cock still driving in so fucking deep- and you moan, shudder whenever his teeth scrape over your shoulder.

“You like nii-san’s cock fuckin’ deep inside you?”

“Oh- oh, yes! Love it nii-san!”

It comes out whiny- so fucking needy. Touya grunts when your cunt pulses around him and he fucks into you rough, makes you mewl out his name.

“Nii-san’s gonna fuckin’ fill ya,” he snarls. “Fill your tight lil cunt. Gonna fuckin’ breed ya! Breed my sweet lil sis- fuckin’ shit- gonna cream that cunt!”

“Please! Please! Touya- nii please!”

You beg so fucking sweet. Touya snarls and he fucks into you rough, pulls your hair tight as he shoots his cum deep into your needy little pussy, fills you to the goddamn brim with his seed. You cum, again, with him and you moan as you do- so loud and cute.

Whimpers rip from you as he humps his cum deep inside you and you shudder when he grinds into your cunt, coo dreamily whenever he lays a kiss to your flushed cheek.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs.

A mewl as you nod drowsily and Touya snorts at your sleepy smile, turns the camera to his face and sneers before ending the recording.

He drops it in the groupchat before he slides out of you and sits back on his knees. You nuzzle into the covers as he runs his hand through his hair and Touya huffs, snorts as you yawn.

“C’mon,” he tells you- maybe quietly fond in a way he’ll never admit-, “let’s crash.”

You hum and you nod and Touya lets you shuffle under the covers, follows after you and pulls you close.

He clicks off the lamp and the two of you drift off to sleep- satisfaction filling Touya as his phone goes off and a happy smile on your face. 

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Tenko is the first to watch the video.

He gets the notification in the middle of crushing up some pills. His first instinct is to just ignore it, but impulse has him reaching for the phone, has his thumb clicking the play button before he can really think about it.

His brow arches, but he’s not too surprised by the smut dropped into the chat- between Keigo and Touya it happens on the weekly and he’s more than used to it.

He could use new fap material, anyway.

Tenko settles back in his chair and takes his cock out, gives it a stroke as he eyes the cunt filling the screen.

Wet, cute- he’d like to fuck it, fill it.

Why the fuck does Touya always get such sweet pussy?

A scowl twists his lips, but his hand twists along with it- pumps along his shaft as he enjoys the sight of arched hips and a cute ass.

He’d fucking wreck that ass given the chance. Slam his dick deep inside and makes this bitch moan.

“You wanna get fucked, sweetheart?”

“Please!”

Fuck- what a good lil cunt.

Tenko grunts as he rocks into his fist, but then he fucking moans when he sees just who Touya is fucking.

Shit- fuck.

He knew the bastard was twisted but goddamn.

Tenko almost laughs, but he’s too busy jerking himself off even faster- eyes narrowed and teeth gritted, a pant sounding from him.

“Yeah, shit. Fuck that little sluts’s cunt. Breed your lil sis you fucking dick.”

He should be disgusted, probably. Horrified at the very least.

But fuckin’ hell this is hot and he’s been jackin’ it to shit like this for years anyway.

And, fuck, this is real- this is hottest shit he’s watched all month. All goddamn year.

Tenko cums before the clip is even over and he keeps fucking his fist even after, replays it with a hissed curse.

Touya better drop more after this. He better let them see this in real life- Tenko needs to see this slut’s fucked out face in the flesh, needs to shove his fingers into your moaning mouth and make you choke.

Tenko licks his lips and he saves the video- saves it a second time for a back up.

Just in case.

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The second person to see the video is Jin.

He’s home- drunk, high, smoking a cigarette and watching reruns of Doraemon.

He’s feeling fuzzy, good. The night had been chill and he had liked getting a glimpse of Touya’s little sister- you’d been real cute, real sweet. He had wanted you to sit next to him- maybe in his lap like Keigo had teased- and he had wanted to hug you close, get you just as high and fuzzy as him.

He might have a lil puppy dog crush on you now- how could he not with you so shy and sweet?

Jin hums as he thinks of you, scratches his stomach and grins sleepily- one laugh leaving him as he watches Nobita fail once again.

His phone buzzes and Jin fumbles a hand over until he can pick up, blinks and raises a brow when he finds a video in the chat.

Someone fucked or someone did something stupid.

Or fucked someone stupid.

A snort leaves him and Jin takes a draw of his cigarette, lounges back and presses play.

It’s the usual shit- hot and boasting and showing off a cute lil wet cunt, a soft and sweet ass. 

He’s a bit jealous, maybe. (Definitely)

He’s a bit too relaxed and heavy to get off on it, maybe. (No he’s not)

Eyes drawing half-shut, Jin reaches a hand down his sweatpants. He strokes himself lazily as he watches Touya spanks his mewling, whiny little slut and he smokes as he does, too- humming whenever he hears the plea to be fucked.

Cute. (Hot)

Whoever this is seems like a good little girl. (A needy little whore)

A small grunt leaves him when he watches Touya tangle his fingers into hair, but a gasp of “shit” leaves him whenever a head is jerked back and he sees a cute, flushed face that he definitely knows.

“What the fuck?”

He has to pause the video, bring the phone up to his face and squint at the screen.

He’s not seeing this right- can’t be seeing this right. He’s too drunk, too stoned. too fucked up- his vision is betraying him. It has to be.

...right?

Jin stares at the screen. He stares and stares and stares. His thumb hovers over the screen, hesitating, and the ashes from his cigarette fall onto his bare chest while he tries to decide what to do.

Touya wouldn’t really...he’s not really fucking his little sister is he?

No way. No fucking way.

(Yes fucking way)

Jin blinks and his thumb hit the screen, he swallows as he watches you beg for your big brother’s cock.

Fuck, that’s sick. That’s disgusting.

(That’s so fucking hot.)

His cheeks flush and his eyes widen, draw back down to lazy slits. His fingers twitch along his cock, tighten back around it when he gets treated with the sound of a whimper, a moan.

You sound so fucking good. (You sound so fucking whiny)

You’re so cute- you probably have such a tight, wet little pussy. (You probably have such a sloppy, fucked out cunt if Touya fucks you like this on the regular)

Shit, he wants to know how your cunt feels. He wants you on his lap, wants to feel you clench around his cock like a good little girl.

(A good little whore)

It’s too much to watch- too much to handle. Jin closes his eyes and tilts his head back with a groan, jerks himself to all the mewls and growls and groans and begs that sounds from the phone.

He comes along to the sound of you coming and he shudders after it, drags his hand over his cock and wipes the mess over his sweats.

...fuck. He shouldn’t have done that- he shouldn’t have watched that. He’s not going to be able to look you in the eyes if he ever gets to see you again.

(Fuck your eyes- he wants to look up your skirt, see that cute little pussy again)

Jin frowns and he runs his hand through his hair, tosses his burnt out cigarette into the ashtray before lighting another.

On the tv, Doraemon laughs. On his phone, Touya kisses your cheek and smirks at the camera- at Jin.

Fuckin’ dick. (Lucky bastard)

Jin shakes his head and he closes his eyes again, takes a draw and blows out a plume of smoke toward the ceiling.

...he’s got some fucked up friends. (No more fucked up than him)

A grimace and then Jin looks to his phone, taps on the screen and watches through heavy lidded eyes as his friend fucks his sweet little sister.

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Keigo’s the last to see the video- he finds it in the chat after he’s sent the neighbor girl back home, after he’s gotten some head and drawled out promises of feelings that he’ll never feel for some dumb little whore with aspirations of home in the ‘burbs and a passel of brats.

He snorts when he sees it, thinks it’s just some busted bitch that Touya talked into coming over so he could rail his anger out.

Touya’s always been a touchy little shit.

He stills plays it, though- drops down on to his bed and kicks back, takes a swig of beer.

It’s a pretty little cunt that gets flashed his way- wet and eager, nice and snug looking. Keigo rolls his eyes whenever Touya’s fuckin’ voice sounds, but he’d be lying if he didn’t enjoy the sight of that cute cunt sucking in a rough thumb, the sound of a little whimpers and mewls.

Not a bad pussy, not a bad voice- maybe this slut isn’t that busted?

Or maybe she’s just a butterface.

A snort and Keigo lazily works his hand down his chest, underneath his sweatpants. He strokes him even if he’s just half hard and he lets his gaze drift to something half-lidded, amused and lazy.

“So fuckin’ wet and warm. So tight. “All for me, baby- right?”

Fuckin’ show off- as if this one ups the coed Keigo had last week, as if this one ups the way he had fucked her throat raw in the library and came all over her dumb face, all over her fat tits.

“Y- yes. It’s all- all for you!”

Wait a second...

Keigo blinks and his brow arches as he watches Touya lays a smack across a cute little ass.

That voice sounds kind of familiar. Someone he’s fucked before? Did Touya snag one of his sloppy seconds?

Fuckin’ maybe- fucker is stupid and petty enough to do that.

Not that Keigo cares, though- he’s never fucked anyone that he’d get jealous over.

It’s more funny than anything, actually.

Keigo snorts, again, and he pumps his cock with a sneer.

“You ever been with anyone but me?”

Yeah, you’ve been with someone better. Will probably come crawling back to him, too, when you’re left dissatisfied by Touya’s weak ass stroke game.

“N- no! Just you! Just Touya!”

...what?

“You want anyone else?”

“No! Never!”

What?

Who the fuck is this bitch?

Keigo scoffs as he hears a beg to be fucked sound, rolls his eyes as he watches skinny fingers tangle into hair.

Maybe he’ll have to hunt down this slut and wreck her, shove it in Touya’s face right back.

Keigo drags his palm over his cock right as Touya jerks a headful of hair back and Keigo damn near crushes his dick whenever he catches sight of just who Touya has caught in his clutches.

Oh that fucking bastard. That son a bitch.

A slew of curses hisses from him and Keigo snarls as he takes in your teary, needy face, as he hears his creep of a friend’s little sister beg to be fucked by Touya.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

The growl spits out of him and Keigo is barely aware of it- can’t fucking care about it as he watches Touya nail his cute lil sis.

This is absolute fucking bullshit. He can’t believe that fucking prick is railing his sister. He can’t believe that petty fucking asshole is dumb enough to show it off.

What the fuck? What the absolute fuck?

Keigo’s hand moves faster and he snarls as he twists his wrist, as pre-cum spills all over his fingers.

Touya doesn’t fucking deserve that cute lil pussy. Touya doesn’t deserve to rail you with your sweet ass and mewling moan and hot little whines. Touya doesn’t fucking deserve you at all.

It doesn’t cross his mind for one moment how wrong the whole situation is. It doesn’t cross his mind that he should be disgusted over a brother fucking his little sister, that he should be disgusted over the way Touya hisses promises of fucking breeding his little sister’s cunt.

If he’s disgusted it’s only because he’s not the one fucking you- that Touya got to you first.

Oh, Touya is going to fucking regret this.

He’s going to fucking ruin you.

Keigo hisses as he cums and he growls as Touya’s stupid fucking lips quirk into a smirk on the screen, snarls and throws his phone down onto the bed as his hips jerk and pound against his fist.

“Fucking bitch! Stupid fucking whore!”

No wonder you were so goddamn shy. No wonder you didn’t sit in his lap like you should’ve. It wasn’t him- it was you; it was Touya.

The beer bottle gets swiped to the floor and Keigo growls as he rips his hand from his pants and scrubs the cum on his sheets.

Touya’s going to fucking pay for this.

Keigo saves the video and he scowls as he does- face dark, teeth gritted, stormy plans of revenge brewing in his mind.