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[20thcenturyfoxx]

[mrs-harkness]

Run to Me (Part 5)

Pairing: Diane Sherman x Fem!Reader

Wordcount:2.4K 

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4

Taglist: @fauxplant​ @deliacoven​ @escapetodreamworld​ @kikaykimkim​

A/n: Sorry for the delay! I am fighting a serious virus and the holiday... and I may have fallen in love with the real Diane Sherman? I dunno, long story. Anyways, hope you like and Part 6 will be close behind! Love you guys! Thanks for the kind words!

Diane bobbed her head to the music, singing the song on the radio under her breath.  You laid your head on the window, the cool glass relieving some of your discomfort.  You felt like you were on a roller coaster, the world around you spinning one way then the next. You looked over at her, slightly jealous that she felt fine. She noticed and took her eyes off the road long enough to get a good look at you. She frowned and put her hand on your knee, caressing it with her thumb.

"I can turn around if you want. I think you need the rest," she said, drowning out the music.

You shook your head, groaning. For some reason the pounding behind your eyes grew stronger. You shouldn't have done that.

"I need to see Mandy. I need to talk to her face to face. I won't stay long, but I still need to do this."

Diane bit the corner of her lip, thinking about something. She nodded in response, removing her hand and then sticking it in her coat pocket. She pulled it back out, holding out her hand in front of you. In her palm sat two different pills. You sat up, looking over at her.

"What are those?"

"Aspirin, to help your headache," she said quietly, forcing a smile.

You picked up the pills and looked at them. One was different from the other.

"One of them isn't the same as the other though," you said, wondering if she had accidentally pulled out the wrong pills.

"One is an aspirin, the other is a stronger pain killer. A full dose of aspirin isn't enough to knock that migraine out completely, but a full dose of a pain killer would knock you out, and I know you want to be as coherent as possible during your meeting with Mandy."

Diane smiled nervously at you. You couldn't help but smile back. You knew she didn't want you to go off alone right now, but the fact that she was trying her hardest to make sure you could do what you wanted just made your heart sing. You threw back the pills and swallowed, eager for them to kick in.

Diane watched you for a moment longer and you raised your eyebrows at her, chuckling nervously.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" you asked.

She smiled and blushed, turning her eyes back to the road. Her smile remained though.

"No, just making sure you took your medication since I can't trust you to eat your breakfast," she said, her voice laced with a sassy tone.

You laughed, even though your head protested. You reached over and hit Diane's shoulder and she gasped, holding her arm dramatically.

"Watch it missy, or I'm going to have to punish you."

Suddenly the air in the car seemed thick, and she looked over at you in a way you hadn't seen before. Something was different in her eyes and her smile was curved... differently.

You laughed nervously, unsure of what to do. She looked at you for a moment longer in silence before coming to and turning her eyes back to the road. She cleared her throat and her eyes seemed to dart around the road.

"So I am going to run by the pharmacy when you're with Mandy and pick up some flu medicine. I think that's what going on with you. It wouldn't be surprising after that week you spent cramped on a bus with God knows who," she said. She said it in a completely normal tone as if what just happened, hadn't.

You slumped in your seat and nodded.

"Yeah, sure. Okay," you mumbled as you turned the other way. Diane confused you.

Diane dropped you off a block away from the coffee shop. It was a real fight for her to agree, but she finally said okay if you promised to take the mug of tea you hadn't touched with you. You told her you just wanted to stretch your legs and walk a bit, but really you just didn't want to look like you were a little kid being dropped off by your mom to a playdate. You agreed to meet her back in two hours and you went on your way.

You saw Mandy in the coffee shop window, early as usual. She always liked to be the first one to arrive, no matter what the circumstance. She was on her laptop, sipping her drink, looking beautiful and healthy. You could barely contain your excitement and your chest tightened. You quickly took a puff of your inhaler and ran inside, another sweet little bell signaling your arrival.

Mandy looked up and met your stare, her face nearly splitting in half from her smile. She hopped off the stool and ran to you. You met her in the middle and you crashed into one another's arms. You nuzzled into her hair, letting it hide your tears. You had missed her so much. It had been so long since you had seen her face. She pulled back, looking you over. Immediately her face fell.

"What happened to you? What is this cut? Why are you so pale?" she asked, her hands frantic on your face, turning it from side to side looking for more injures.

You laughed and knocked her hands away.

"Well hello to you too.. I had a little bit of an accident and I think I'm coming down with something, but truly I'm fine."

She lead you to the table and you sat across from her. You forced your face to remain normal, even though climbing onto the stool was painful. You placed your cup on the table and leaned on it. Mandy stared at you for a while.

"So, what was this accident that left a dent in my baby sisters head?"

"Someone accidentally.... hit me with their car?"

The silence between that followed was deafening. Her face was void of any emotion, unblinking.

"I'm sorry, what? Someone did WHAT?" she hissed, suddenly exploding.

You leaned back, afraid Mandy may actually smack you.

"I walked into the street without looking. But it's okay because the person who hit me with their car had medical training! They took care of me. Really, I'm fine."

Mandy looked at you, dumbfounded.

"Okay, we are gonna touch back on that later. Do you want anything to eat or drink? I'll cover you."

You shook your head and pushed the travel mug towards her on the table.

"No I'm okay. I promised I'd drink this."

"Who brings coffee to a coffee shop with them? And what is that? Why does it smell like that?"

"I promised I'd drink it. It's some sort of herbal thing, I dunno. Supposed to help with my immune system or something."

Mandy took a bigger sniff of it, gagging. She pushed it back towards you again.

"Please tell me you didn't take that from someone off the street. You don't know how to say no and Y/n I'm pretty sure that's someone's pis-"

"No! Why don't you have more faith in me? The woman I'm staying with makes it for me," you said, grabbing it and taking sip, suppressing the grimace you felt. You hated it, but she didn't need to know that.

"Ahh okay. Yeah, please tell me more about this mysterious woman who just let a random stranger into her home with no ulterior motives," she said, taking a dramatic sip of her own drink. She coughed, choking on it. You tried to suppress a smile, but you couldn't and she saw it so she kicked you under the table.

"She's not some weirdo. She's actually the one who hit me with her car-"

"OH MY GOD. You're making this up. This can not be real Y/n."

"Would you stop? You make it so difficult to tell a story! Yes, she is the one who hit me with her car. Her name is Diane and-"

"Diane what?"

You looked over at Mandy, angry for her cutting you off once again, but the look on her face made your stomach drop a bit. She wasn't playing. She was serious.

"Uh, Diane? Diane Sherman.." you squeaked, clasping the cup in your hand nervously.

Mandy shook her head violently, her face suddenly pale.

"No. No you can not go back there Y/n. She is dangerous."

"What? No she's not! She's been nothing but nice and has taken care of me."

Your voice shook. Why did Mandy have to be so negative about everything?

"Do you know her?" Mandy asked, her voice sharp and abrasive.

"She's a teacher, she lives alone, she had a daughter once, and she travelled and then settled down here."

Mandy shook her head again.

"No, she's NOT a teacher. She can't be around children after her arrest."

You sat and looked at her, shocked.

"Then, what does she do? She has a big house," you said, looking at the ground. You felt small again. So small.

"THATS WHAT YOURE WORRIED ABOUT? Did you hear me? She was ARRESTED! She didn't travel, she was in jail!  Wanna know why, Y/n?"

"No-"

"SHE KIDNAPPED A BABY! She never had a daughter! She tried to steal someone elses! Right from the hospital! Went into the infant ward and plucked a random baby from a cot and tried to stuff it in a bag and run off with it! Thank God that baby was wearing a security bracelet or she could have gotten away."

You slumped in the stool, unable to keep your body up. Your head spun. Nothing felt real all of the sudden and you were sure you were going to be sick. Your eyes stung and you felt your chest tighten. You were drowning.

"No. Th-that can't be true. You're lying."

Mandy huffed and turned back to her laptop, smacking the keys violently. She clicked on something and turned it around to face you, the screen on a newspaper article.

Diane's mugshot was bright and harsh, staring back at you. Right above it was the headline "ATTEMPTED BABY SNATCHING IN ILLINOIS". You opened your mouth, but could find no words. Instead, tears fell from your eyes silently, landing on the table top.

Mandy could see your distress, taking the laptop and  shutting it. She reached over and grabbed your hand and caressed it. You looked up at her, your chest aching.

"I'm sorry Y/n, but it's gonna be okay. We're gonna get you some where safe, okay?"

"But-but.. I am safe. That was a long time ago Mandy. She's changed. She's different," she murmured. You couldn't accept what Mandy was saying.

"No honey, she hasn't. I know this about Diane because she was stalking me. She seemed nice at first, but then she started following me. She'd call me nonstop, and just show up to where ever I was. I know she broke into my dorm and stole stuff of mine. Before I started suspecting something was up, I'd go over to her house for dinner and everytime would leave so sick and tired. I could never prove it, but I'm certain she was drugging me."

You shook your head. No, no, absolutely not. You stumbled out of your chair, your head pounding. Your vision was blurring, and you could feel your heart in your throat. You tried to pull in a breath, but your throat was closing. You stumbled and fell, knocking the travel mug onto the floor. You heard it shatter, but it seemed like it happened in another world. Nothing was happening here. It was just you, the cold floor, and your heartbeat.

You heard Mandy say something, running towards the bathroom. You weren't sure what she said, but you didn't try to move. You couldn't move, your body felt like stone. You gasped for air, but you began to choke and gag instead. You were scared, you were sick, and you were heartbroken.

You heard the little ringing of the door's bell in some far off land, and suddenly before your eyes was the face of Diane. You tried to move, and you weren't sure if your goal was to get away from her or to cling to her, but either was pointless. You had no control over your body. You were in one of your panic attacks

All you could do is search her face with your eyes. She looked scared, tears in her eyes, her nose running. She looked to something in the distance, her expression almost scary. She looked back down at you and kissed your forehead before leaning closer to you.

"Hey sweet girl. It's okay. I've got you. I'm gonna take you home now, but I need you to be quiet," she whispered so close to your ear that you could feel her lips on the shell of it.

You wanted to scream, to yell for Mandy, but you could not. You wondered where the coffee shop employees had gone and if they were going to get help. You looked up into Diane's eyes and she smiled desperately at you. Your heart ached. You were so scared, you did not want to go with her. Yet at the same time, part of you did. You could not believe what you had been told.

You felt Diane pick you up from the floor, leaving behind the shattered cup and rushed you out of the door, running down the block with you. She threw you into the passenger seat, not even bothering to buckle you up. You leaned against the door, slumped over. Diane got into the drivers seat and fumbled with the keys, her hand shaking. She turned the ignition and hit the gas, leaving town before Mandy even came back from the bathroom.

Diane drove fast back towards the house, biting her nails. She breathed heavily and you could only watch her out of the corner of your eye. Who was she? Why had she lied? What else was she hiding?

Suddenly Diane took a sharp turn, not breaking, causing you to fly from the seat and fall into her lap. You groaned, feeling a bit more in control. Diane looked down and smiled. Sniffling she petted your hair and shooshed you. You went to push yourself up but Diane pushed you back down. Your breathing became ragged again and you were afraid you were going to hyperventilate.  

You felt the car go off road and then go into park. Diane reached behind your seat and got a first aid kit, opening it. Then, you felt a prick in the side of your neck. You gasped and cried out. You scratched at Diane, attempting to push yourself away from her body. Warmth spread through your muscles and your vision seeped away into a black mist, but not before you heard it. Her voice in your ear.

"It's okay baby. I'm here. I'm here now."

[collisiondiscourse]

SKSKSKSKSKSK CODI CODI PLEASE I LOVE DADRAGON HISASHI PLS CAN I GET A COUPLE HCS

*SLAMS DESK* THANK HECK SOMEONE ASKED ME BECAUSE I *LOVE* TALKING ABOUT MY MENTAL IMAGE FOR HISASHI MIDORIYA

listen. ok. in my mind, hisashi is the COOLEST DAD EVER. THE COOL ONE EVERYONE *WISHES* THEY HAD

-he has red hair and bright green eyes and freckles EVERYWHERE just like deku. except i hc that his firebreathing thing is partially a dragon thing!! so he has little horns on top of his head and a few patchy areas with scales. he looks COOL ASF until u get to the back n see his tiny ass wings that dont do nuthin

inko makes fun of his stubby wings so much n hes always like "BAAAABE STOP U KNOW I WAS BORN LIKE THIS 😭" but its ok bc he still luvs her

HE. DRESSES. HORRIBLY. Like im talkin stupid unbuttoned polos with band shirts underneath and ratty ass jeans. he wears socks and sandals and sometimes even jorts. hes always wearing like 30 unmatched pieces of jewelry bc hes a dragon and he HOARDS

most of the jewelry is handmade bracelets izuku sent him as a kid and he NEVER TAKES THEM OFF even if theyre literally falling apart

AND LIKE. OK. DEKUS RED SHOES RIGHT?? HE ACTUALLY GOT THOSE FROM HIS DAD WHO BOUGHT HIM AND BAKUGOU MATCHING RED AND BLUE ONES AND A RED ADULT SIZED PAIR FOR HIMSELF TOO. bakugou stopped wearing them after he grew out of them but IZUKU AND HISASHI ARE STUBBORN MFS N WEAR THE SAME SHOES EVERYDAY.

dekusquad jokingly is always like "ahh finding the male midoriyas in a crowd is always easy! just look for them big ass red shoes ✌"

all that aside tho. if u look past the disastrous fashion sense. hisashi midoriya is HOT hot.

LIKE. ok. hes mostly lean w a bit of chub, from working as a successful barista in america, and hes also TALL AS HECK. hes like. maybe a few inches shorter than all might. bottomline is that hes REALLY ATTRACTIVE. ESPECIALLY WHEN INKO DRESSES HIM UP

and when deku introduces him to 1A and his teachers for the first time everyones looking at hisashi n blushing n they look at deku n theyre all like "....dude"

(and maybe because they notice the fact that deku actually looks pretty similar to his dad 1A starts to realize that deku isnt actually that plain when you stare at his face long enough and oh wow uh—"

ANYWAY katsuki 💯 had a crush on dekus dad when he was younger. mitsuki makes fun of her son like ALL THE TIME for having a crush on her best friend. hisashi demonstrated his quirk once in front of the bakugous to show off a bartending trick and that was literally the first time katsuki ever complimented a quirk aside from his own

hisashi and deku at the same time combining their adorable energy: kacchan!!

katsuki, furiously blushing: STOP

anyway aside from katsuki—uraraka, todoroki, and shinsou DEFINITELY also have a crush on dekus dad. NO ONE CAN FIGHT ME ON THIS. obvs everyone in UA thinks hisashi's cool and SMOKIN, but those four have it like BAD.

SO BAD.

dekus oblivious to this. so is hisashi. he goes up to shouto once and ruffles his hair and calls him sport and todoroki sets his desk on fire.

uraraka keeps making things float accidentally because she gets sidetracked staring at deku and his dad side by side and "oh wow they both have a freckle on the back of their neck just a little below their left ears—"

shinsou just. goes up to deku n hands him a note that says "get ur dad out of my school"

BUT THE FUNNIEST PART THO. THE FUNNIEST PART.

all might has a crush on hisashi too.

LIKE HISASHI COMES BACK TO JAPAN N IS ALL LIKE "wow i miss being here! is all might still no. 1? hows my son doing? america was so stressful! im so glad to be back in sweet home musutafu :)"

n then he comes home and all mights eating ice cream on the couch cursing at the football game on TV

hisashi: ....all might-san?

toshinori: u-aH? uh? good evening er. uh. mr. midoriya?? welcome home! im going to gay—i mean go!!

hisashi: w—

toshinori, panicking and reverting to symbol of peace dealing with PR mode: ENJOY YOUR SON! HAVE A NICE STAY! DONT DO DRUGS *leaves house in sweatpants and slams the door shut*

toshinori, internally: oh my god what the fuck what the fuck is this a quirk am i dying

when it calms down tho toshinoris still a blushing stuttering mess buT AT LEAST YK WHAT?? they bond over talking about america and deku!!

they both go on long af rambles about american lifestyles n all the weird people theyve met while in there and then they start throwing around words like bucky's convenience store and bubba gump shrimps and everyone stops listening

izuku notices how weird his mentor is around his dad but doesnt rlly care bc two!!! two father figures!!!! and a mom figure!!!!! they all play (quirk powered) dodgeball every other sunday while 1A watches in a mix of horror, attraction, and unbridled joy.

toshinori: oh my god why did they both have to be hot. why couldnt it have just been inko? thats easier to deal with. i cant do both. i cant HANDLE both. who allowed this? why?

aizawa: how the fuck did you get into my office its 4 am yagi.

[alienoresimagines]

'Cause You're A Sky Full Of Stars (I'm Gonna Give You My Heart) | Lew "Chuckler" Juergens x Gender Neutral! Reader

A/N : This is for Jace (@speirs-sexy-ass) who is turning 18 today!! Happy birthday girl!💕 Own the day and enjoy your first (or not) drink😂👍🏻 You're one of the person I respect and admire the most, no matter what you say and you're SO funny. I love talking to you🥰 And I'm waiting for a report of Haikyuu!!! when you'll get around continue to watch it💙 All the love to you, Jace, have the best of days and make plenty of good memories❤ As Avicii said, live a life you can remember!😚

Also probably no one cares but just when I was writing the last sentence of this, "A Sky Full Of Stars" by Coldplay (who obviously inspired the title) came up while my whole playlist was on shuffle and I did nothing for this to happen so it just made me smile😊

Taglist : @murphyism @mavysnavy @speirs-sexy-ass @order-of-river-phoenix @inglourious-imagines @liebegott @tvserie-s-world

Posted : 14/08/2020

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"Lew, we can't just sneak on the roof of some strangers' apartments!" You whispered urgently, waving your hands around for emphasis of your words. Watery blue eyes stared at you and you felt your resolution weakening as warm and calloused hand covered yours and tugged them lightly towards him like a child who just saw his dream toy in a shop.

"C'mon [Y/N], it'll be fun! Besides, today's a special day, isn't it?" Right. And who could resist your boyfriend's puppy eyes? Definitely not you. However, you couldn't resist teasing him a little and started looking around you, frowning slightly as if you were in deep reflection.

The both of you were in a lost corner of Melbourne, -how Lew found it, you didn't dare to ask- in front of an outside steel staircase you knew brought to the roof. The only light was coming from a floor lamp nearby and the white and cold light of the moon, and the only sounds were the ones you were making and a crowded bar a few blocks away.

Lew's thumb stroked your hand gently and you couldn't think about anything other than that. These hands that have held a gun so tightly, pulled a trigger to kill, were touching you with such tenderness and love, as if you were the most precious thing in the world. Your throat felt dry and your stomach was in knots only Lew could make you feel, all noises had been drowned by the buzzing in your head as you realized just how much you loved him. Giving his hand a gentle squeeze, you smiled and nodded, watching as Lew's own smile broadened, almost blinding you.

"Okay, Lew, let's do it. But if someone comes up and bear our asses, the blame's on you." You finally said with a grin.

"You won't regret it, sweetheart, I promise." Your boyfriend swore as he had already started to climb the stairs, his hand never letting yours go, and the bag he was carrying on his bag jolting a little with every step he was making.

Every few seconds, he looked back down at you, clear eyes shining with love and his smile in full display. He could win over the world with this smile., you shamelessly found yourself thinking. It was crazy to think that just a few weeks ago, you all were on a god forsaken island, fighting for your lives and now you were running up steel stairs, feeling like a teenager with your first crush.

"We're there." Lew announced at the same time wind rose. The breeze caressed your face softly in a relaxing way and you couldn't help but to close your eyes to focus on that unique feeling. On your right side, you could ear Lew shuffling with what contained his bag, the ruffle of a fabric being undone and what seemed to be something made of glass given the sound it made when Lew's bracelet touched it. You furrowed your brows, but trusting Lew more than enough to choose to keep your eyes closed.

You let out a breath, and the screeching of shoes against the dusty ground and pieces of stones warned you before a pair of arm sneaked around your waist, bringing you closer until your back was pressed against Lew's clothed chest. Your eyes now open, you stared in awe at the view. From your standing position, you could see beyond the low wall, and the few lights of the city had their reflect on the ocean's water, the moon shining over you.

"No roof has a better view here."

"Did you climb on every Melbourne's roof just to see what view they could offer?" You snickered as he fully laughed behind you.

"I'm not crazy enough to do it, sweetheart, though you'd deserve it." You raised an eyebrow but you weren't sure if he saw it so you nudged his side.

"C'mon big guy, don't leave me hanging there." You protested, deliberately not mentioning his last words.

"I hired Runner and Hoos." Lew shrugged nonchalantly as if making Hoosier get out of bed to walk up hundreds of stairs was an easy thing to do. Then you remembered your boyfriend's puppy eyes, to which you had fallen victim again, only minutes ago. Puppy eyes were a mortal weapon. It should be forbidden., you decided.

"Should we go sit?" You asked after a moment of quiet and felt him nod then kiss the side of your head before taking your hand in his and walking to the blanket he placed in the middle of the roof.

You sat down next to him, wincing a little bit as rocks sank onto your bottom and thighs, and after some shifting around for a moment, you finally settled for crossing your legs at your ankles. Army blankets were thin after all, you learned as everyone else while shivering in the cold of the night. Though as of right now, you were surrounded by warmth, your body and Lew's pressed together from shoulders to foot, your intertwined fingers resting on your lap.

"I brought this." His deep voice broke the silence as he took from grey bag a familiar glass bottle, soon enough wiggling it so close to your face you couldn't read the tag.

"You want to know what it is, right? You want to known don't ya, sweetheart?" His smug face suddenly appeared in front of you, blocking the moon for a second, just the time to steal a quick peck on your lips then going back to his previous position, bottle no longer in his hand but now on your lap. You took it with care, feeling the cold glass on your fingers, passing your thumb on the tag and bit your lower lip to refrain from smiling too wide upon reading the year.

"Really, Lew? The year of my birth?" Your tone would have sounded sarcastic to everyone but the two of you. Maybe that's why you loved him so much. He could read through every jokes, every sarcastic remarks and roll of the eyes, knowing exactly how you felt in the depths of your heart. You didn't take away your eyes from the bottle but you saw him shrug from the corner of your eye.

"Oh? Ahh lucky! I didn't even notice!" Snorting, you chose not to say anything. You knew what he was doing, brushing it off like that. For people back home, a bottle wine with a wanted year was easy and definitely wasn't considered fancy. But for you, for anyone in the army, in deployment even if it didn't feel like it, it was as precious as if Lew just handed you the Moon.

"How? How much did it cost you?" You whispered in awe, finally looking at him with diamonds in your eyes.

"It's a gift, sweetie, I'm ain't gonna tell you." He smiled again, and you only sighed, expecting this answer anyway.

"Thank you." You kissed his cheek quickly but the broadening of his smile told you he understood your feelings.

"Then are we going to drink or not?" He joked, distracting you from your embarrassment, and oh how much you loved him.

"Of course we are!" You exclaimed, as he chuckled and gave you a knife to open your well deserved gift.

When the cap popped out with a satisfying sound, you licked your lips but offered it to your boyfriend first, who shook his head with a smile, eyes amused. What a gentleman., you silently huffed before raising the bottle into the air :

"Cheers." You took the first sip of the red liquid, feeling it going down your throat and into your stomach, closing your eyes again. It was delicious, you had to admit it, a little aftertaste you couldn't quite describe nor place but it wasn't unpleasing. Lew took the wine bottle you gave him as you wiped your mouth with a hand and stared at the midnight sky.

"Happy birthday to you." He wished you before drinking himself. If your lips weren't already stretched from smiling, you were sure you'd have smiled wider but alas, human corpses had their limits so you simply reached out and squeezed his hand, letting him intertwine your fingers again.

"I know we're in a big city but I wouldn't have minded one or two stars. It's dull without them, empty." You mused quietly, making Lew look at you, head leaned to a side then his gaze turned to the infinite deep blue.

"Mh, I guess it is. I don't need a star lit night when I'm with you, though."

"Huh?" You looked at him; not quite understanding what he meant by that.

"I saw you up there." That was his only answer but the distant look in his clear eyes made you think he wanted to say much more. He just seemed so serious, his smile having faded away.

"In the sky? I'd like to put into the light that I'm not dead yet if you don't mind." You laughed, the urge to try and bring his smile back where it belonged stronger than the one screaming to lower your head.

"Don't be silly." He huffed a laugh though you realized he seemed to avoid your gaze, focusing on the full moon instead. "Back on the island. Had you ever watched the sky back there? Beautiful landscapes, really. And I just saw you, between two stars, shining brighter than any others." His eyes finally met yours and your will to disappear into the ground vanished as you choked on your own words. How Lew could say such things without second thought other than the one to show you his love, you had no idea. You embraced it however, as you loved and welcomed every part of him like he did for you.

"Next time you're going to say something as cheesy, send me a warning first please." You croaked out with a shaky voice, overwhelmed by so many different feelings. Shock, confusion, uncertainty, surprise. Fondness, devotion, love, adoration. A light squeeze of your hand made you turn your head to look at your boyfriend, who was impossibly close to your own face. His wide smile, his clear eyes that could make everyone do as he wishes, his scent. Him, and you was yours like you were his.

The tips of his fingers strokes your cheek in such a tender way it made you shiver, and then he kissed you. It definitely wasn't the first time you kissed, but you always felt like the first time. The feeling hadn't changed for a bit, and it was like forever. As if each kiss was infinity.

When you pulled away just enough to breathe but still in each other's space, you both had stupidly big smiles on your face but none of you seemed to care.

"You're my star." Lew's words hung in the small space between your lips, twirled around your heart like a promise.

"Where was my warning?" Your lips met again in a valse, to the rhythm of the words still sealed in your heart and it was the only answer you needed.

[sweetwritertanya]

Happy Valentine’s Day (Hoseok)

Summary: Your boyfriend Hoseok takes you to dinner on a nice hotel for Valentine’s Day and you later discover he seems to have a thing for your red lipstick.

Warnings: SMUT! Like, this one is really filthy, so beware of: swearing, erotic body touching, oral (male receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (what a surprise), lipstick kink (is that a thing?)

Word Count: 3404

Walking into the hotel lobby, your head twirls around as you try and find your date. This was a very formal location, so you did put on your best dress you had in your closet, a deep red dress with a sweetheart neckline that flattered your chest and some lace short sleeves, cinched at the smallest part of your waist and falling in an A-line down to your knees, covering your bloated stomach and bulky thighs. Some black pumps on your feet and a furry black coat on top, a metallic clutch matching your thin silver bracelet and earrings.

You were honestly worried about what Hoseok was thinking when he told you to meet him here for dinner. This was a very lux hotel and, more importantly, a public setting. You and Hoseok hadn’t talked about announcing your relationship yet, even though you’ve been together for over a year. This all seemed very dangerous to you.

“Y/N!” you heard your name being called.

Turning around, you saw Hoseok walking to you with a big smile on his oval face, eyes twinkling with excitement. He looked so good, in a black suit with a black shirt underneath, the blazer with peak lapels and white bands at the hems of the torso and at the wrists, bringing a bit of contrast. On his hands, silver rings decorating them and a silver chain around his neck, matching the piercings on his ears. His brown hair was styled wavy today, fringe hitting just at the level of his strong eyebrows, something you adored on him. He looked exquisite.

Little did you know, Hoseok was having similar thoughts about you. When he called your name and you swirled around in your pretty dress, the air got knocked out of his lungs. The coat and skirt of the dress swirled so elegantly around your frame, your lush chest so dearly and tightly wrapped in the red fabric, your radiant round chubby face turning towards him, tucking at his heart strings. And then you smiled, with red painted lips that had him thinking about the stains they could leave on his skin as you kissed down his torso and how pretty they would look wrapped around…

“Hoseok! What are we doing here?” you whispered to him when he got closer, taking him out of his thoughts.

“Dinning, of course! This is the best restaurant in town” he explained to you, smiling brightly and taking your arm into his and guiding you towards the entry of the restaurant.

“But we’re in public! And you’re not even hiding your face, Hoseok, we should just go home” you warn him, trying to pull him to a stop.

Letting go of your arm, Hoseok turns to you and grabs your face between his large hands, leaning down to level his eyesight with yours.

“Sugar cup, I don’t care about that. So what if someone sees us? It’s just me, having dinner with a beautiful woman on Valentine’s Day. And if they think we’re dating, let them. Cause we are.”

“But… What about your label, and the boys? Shouldn’t we talk with them about going public, Hoseok? Isn’t this too sudden?” you question, your heart shaking on your chest. As excited as you were at the prospects of being able to date Hoseok in public and not care of who is watching, it was also terrifying. People would have a lot to say about you being his girlfriend, it would impact his career and his friends’ careers. “I just don’t want to cause trouble to anyone.”

As a response, Hoseok leans in and crashes his sultry lips into yours, enjoying the feeling of your soft mouth moving with the slightest of pressure against his, keeping the lips joined for a few moments in an innocent kiss. When he leans back, your cheeks are flushing a bit and your eyes are darker and hazier, something he always took great pleasure in accomplish with a simple kiss.

“You’ll never cause trouble to me or anyone else in our lives. You’re too much of a sweet and kind person to do that, I promise” he assured you.

You nodded and smiled, chuckling a bit as you brought your fingers to his lips and started rubbing the corners.

“You got my lipstick smudged, lover boy” you pointed out, trying to clean it from his lips before you went into the restaurant as he wanted.

There was a sudden tightness in his pants at the visual of that, but Hoseok kept his cool and just coughed and shrugged.

“Totally worth it. Now, let’s go and eat something, shall we? I’m starving.”

The dinner was wonderful, no wonder this place was so raved about. Delicious food with decent sizing made you enjoy every single bite out of your plate, especially the ones Hoseok playfully grabbed with his fork and fed you instead. He seemed to be in a particular good mood, not caring at all about anyone seeing you together and being a lot more touchy than usual, skootching his chair closer to yours, knees banging together under the table and a naughty hand making you jump whenever it decided to feel up the skin of your thigh, under your dress.

During dessert, strawberries covered in chocolate placed in a heart, he didn’t even allow you to pick one up and eat it by yourself, insisting on feeding you himself. He rubbed the chocolate covered fruit against your lips before you opened you mouth and took it in one bite, tongue coming out to lick the smudged chocolate from your lips. When you fed him one strawberry, the chocolate poured to your thumb and Hoseok took upon himself the chore of licking it all off, sucking on your thumb delicately, with closed eyes until he opened them and they were dark, full of innuendos and originating a wave of electric need to course through you, all the way down to your core.

“Ready to go, sugar cup?” he asked you with a raspy deep voice.

God, you couldn’t wait to get back home. The drive back would be like hell on earth.

“Yeah, just let me go to the bathroom real quick” you requested.

Doing your business, you noticed as you washed your hands that your lips had lost almost all the colour after eating, so you pulled your lipstick out of your clutch and reapplied it evenly. Satisfied with how you looked again, you walked out of the bathroom to find Hoseok already waiting for you.

“All done, we can go now” you told him, smiling.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

He grabbed your hand and pulled you next to him in direction of the elevators instead of the lobby exit. Confused, you turned to him as he pressed the button to call the elevator.

“Aren’t we going home?”

“I got us a room at the executive suite for Valentine’s Day, love. It has a great view of the city, you’ll see” he clarified just as the elevator arrived.

“That must have been so expensive, Hoseok! You shouldn’t have done that” you admonish him.

“Who cares about that?” he ignores your frustration as he chooses the correct floor on the elevator buttons. “It’s just for one night anyway.”

“Even so, we could have just-”

Your words were swallowed as the elevator doors closed and suddenly Hoseok was on you, hands pushing you into the elevator wall and body pressed against yours, mouth smacking against your lips as he licked the underside of them, enticing a moan from your throat that opened your mouth and allowed him to delve deeper. You held on to his waist as he deepened the kiss, tongues dancing together in hurried movements as his hands felt your body under the coat, even daring to go under the skirt of your dress and squeezing your butt and ample thighs.

“Ahh, I’ve been wanting to do this all night, God dam!” Hoseok whispers hotly against your bruised lips, nibbling at them once more.

“Hoseok, w-we’re in an e-elevator!” you remind him as he starts licking at your exposed neck that you stretch for his reach despite your own warnings.

“Couldn’t wait, Y/N, you look so good tonight!” he explains, lifting one of your hefty legs with one hand under your knee and pressing your bodies even further together as he bites at the junction of your neck and shoulder.

You gasp and whimper at the feeling of his teeth on your skin and the evident hard bulge on his trousers rubbing against you over your dress. Your head falls back as your skin catches on fire and it gets harder to breathe.

The elevator beeps and the doors flung open on your floor. Hoseok doesn’t stop his ministrations, guiding you with one hand still under your dress, clawing at your ass cheek, while the other fumbles with his blazer’s pocket to take out the key to the room. His lips never left your skin as he walked you both backwards until your back hit a wooden door that he struggles to open.

Once inside, Hoseok closes the door by slamming your heavy body against it, mouths clamped together in a sloppy and hot kiss, your coat and his blazer falling at your feet. His hands start unzipping the back of your dress while your shaky hands undo one by one the many buttons on his shirt.

Zip pulled all the way down, his hands slowly pull the fabric off your shoulders and he watches as it slowly uncovers your naked skin underneath, a tremor cursing through him as he realizes you weren’t wearing a bra beneath. The fabric of the dress hangs at your wide hips, needing a pull in order to fall down, which he violently gives. You are left in only some black almost sheer lace panties and your heels. Hoseok is salivating.

Encouraged by his reaction, the way his eyes seem to take every inch of your curvy body and crave for it, you rip the last two buttons of his shirt and yank it down his arms, wanting nothing more than to feel the skin of his muscular chest and arms under your fingertips.

“Fuck, Y/N!” Hoseok grunts gravely when you take off his shirt so desperately.

His mouth finds yours again as his hands brush all of your soft edges and feminine curves, taking a particular care with the hills of your breasts, thumb rubbing over your hardening nib. His own need is taking over and he rubs his clothed erection against your soft stomach, sinking into the malleable skin and groaning at the sensation.

You are clawing at his back and waist, feeling the muscles of his athletic body under your digits and wanting to taste all of his sweaty skin. He pulls you back with him as your bodies move towards the bedroom, heavy moans and instable breaths following you. He pushes your back to the bouncy bed and laps his tongue around your nipple, making you arch your back in pleasure. But you want to pleasure him just as much, so you turn your bodies around and kneel straddling him, mouth latched on to his neck as his hands keep groping any and all available skin he had.

Hoseok’s muscles all tense up at the feeling of your kisses going down his skin and he dares to open his eyes just to see if your painted lips are leaving the marks he envisioned before. They are, and it drives him mad. Your lips and tongue play with his skin as your hands are undoing his belt and the zip of his trousers, pulling them down his legs at the same time your own body moved down his chest and clenching abdomen. Hoseok feels like all of his blood his rushing to his groin, so much so it almost hurts. When you kiss just below his navel, his hips jolt.

“Shit!... Y/N, can you put on more lipstick? Leave your mouth all red and pretty for me?” he asks from his position on the bed, heavy eyelids covering his impossibly dark lust-blown eyes.

You freeze for only a second, never having heard that request before, but more than happy to comply. You giggle softly and get back on your feet.

“Of course, anything for my lover boy” you assure him, going back to the entrance of the room, where your clutch had been left in the ground. You take your lipstick and look in the mirror, reapplying it with blushed cheeks at your messed up air and almost naked form with sweaty skin and kiss marks.

When you get back in the room, Hoseok had laid more comfortably and taken off his trousers and boxers completely, entirely naked as he awaited you.

“Come here, sugar cup. I couldn’t take my eyes off your sexy lips all night” he shares, stretching his hand for you to take and kneel on the mattress next to him.

He holds the back of your neck for a deep kiss, but leans back down after and you know he wants your kisses somewhere else. Teasing for just a bit longer, you retrace the path your lips had taken before, leaving some more red marks on his skin as you moved your head down his torso, into his abdomen where his erection was standing proudly.

Sliding your tongue up and down the side of his cock, you gently kiss the leaking tip before taking it into your mouth and licking it clean of the pre-cum it had gathered. You then relax your jaw and take his whole length into your mouth, only to graze your teeth around his shaft as you almost brought it out, swirling your tongue on the sensitive head before repeating the whole process and founding a nice pace.

You feel Hoseok’s thighs beginning to quiver and his cock throbs hotly in your mouth, your tongue able to trace the veins around it. Hoseok is gasping and moaning loudly at the bounces of your head, trying to keep his eyes open to see the way your beautiful red lips stain his shaft as you take him in. Your wet and warm mouth feels too good, your tongue is massaging his member so well, the vision of you in between his legs bringing him closer and closer to the precipice. Before he knows it, something in his stomach drops suddenly and he is holding your head in place as his hips thrust on their own and he is cumming down your throat, sweet release washing over his body in the process.

He takes a minute to calm down and lazily observes as you clean your mouth and climb up his body again, the sweetest smile on your face.

“Fuck, Y/N, I love you so much” he sighs as he pulls you in close and kisses your smudged lips.

“I think you’re just easy to please” you retoured, dropping your head on top of his shoulder and running your fingers up and down his chest.

“Well, I believe that you’re just too damn sexy and everything you do pleases me to no end” he countered, getting up from his side of the bed and hovering above you, a mischievous smirk on his lips. “From the stain on your panties, I would say I have the same effect on you, don’t I sugar cup?”

“Hoseok!” you hit his arm when you feel his hands rubbing said place.

“Let me return the favor” he says as he pulls your panties off with one hand only.

Fingers trace your wet center and sparks of warmth start to spread from within, the knot that had formed inside your belly tucking tighter with each stroke up and down your velvet skin. Hoseok finds you clit and takes no time to rub against it at a fast pace, making you whine and squirm underneath him, blood pumping loudly against your ears and breathing becoming more labored. You are holding on to his strong arms, eyes closed with the sharp pleasure, when he decides to slip two fingers into your tight entrance, stretching you and curling them inside as he kept pumping them in and out at a wild speed.

“Ahh! Hoseok, ahh! I’m gonna… I’m gonna!”

You can barely make a coherent sentence as you feel your muscles collapsing around his fingers and your whole body shudders at the waves of intense pleasure that flood you.

Hoseok retrieves his fingers slowly and allows you as much time as you need to recover, content with his exploring hands on your soft curves and kissing at the sinking skin, up your large thighs, big stomach, abundant chest and fleshy chin until he pecks lovingly at your lips.

“You’re too sexy for your own good, Y/N” he tells you kissing around your face. “I’m already so hard again.” As if to prove it, he presses his pelvis against your legs and you could feel it. “Ready to go again, baby?”

“Give it to me, lover boy” you whisper back, hooking your legs around his lean hips and arms around his neck, attaching your mouth to his for another sloppy kiss.

You could feel his smile above your lips as he positions himself with your wet tunnel, filling you up with one swift thrust that had you screaming his name. You were still sensitive from your last orgasm, and his cock felt so much better than just his fingers. You could feel the knot building back up, demanding another sweet release.

“That’s it, baby, scream my name. I want everyone in the hotel to hear you, I want everyone to know how good I make you feel.” Hoseok grunts as he starts pouncing into you at an accelerated pace, no teasing or slow start this time. “Scream my name, sugar cup. Scream my name when you cum!”

You are moaning and contorting beneath him as he keeps ramming into your womb, lewd squelching sounds and stuttering breaths filling the warm room. The friction of his cock against your inner silky walls feels impossibly good and with each thrust of his pelvis he hits your protruding clit, enhancing the pleasure to dangerous levels.

Then he pulls your left leg up over his shoulder and adjusts the angle, somehow his hips slamming faster than before and it makes you come undone.

“Hoseok… Hoseok, Hoseok! Ah!”

Just like he wanted, you are screaming his name as he is repeatedly hitting the spot inside that uncoils the tight knot on your lower stomach and makes pleasure crashing down in waves and spilling over from your, mind free of any coherent thought as you feel like you’re floating on a cloud.

Hearing his name coming out of your lips as you came, the same lips that had stained the cock that was now sliding in and out of you, made Hoseok’s fierce ache that had grown inside finally snap and his abdomen contracted and felt like sinking as a tingly feeling stretched from his balls and cock to the rest of his body, releasing his climax into your slick heat.

“Y/N, Y/N…” he kept whispering as he came, your leg falling off his shoulder as he collapsed next to you, sliding out from your drowning insides. “That was incredible. You’re incredible.”

You snuggled close to him, trying to ignore the stickiness sliding down your legs for the moment.

“You’re the incredible one, Hoseok. Thank you for planning all of this for me.”

“I just wanted you to have a happy Valentine’s Day, sugar cup. My day would have been perfect if only you were in it” he confessed, searching for your hand with his and bringing it up to his lips to kiss it. “Play with my hair before I fall asleep?” he asked cutely.

You chuckle, taking your hand to pat at the wavy hairs at the back of his neck for a few strokes.

“Let me go and take a shower and I’ll be right with you” you proposed, starting to get up the bed and wondering where was the bathroom.

“You know what, I could use a shower too. Someone left red marks all over me” he teased.

“You asked for it!” you recalled.

“And I will again. Now, let’s go and take a warm shower together” he said, pecking your lips one last time before guiding you to the bathroom.

[pra370r1an]

Lost Santos Dreams - TOH/Fake AH Crossover

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29233251   TW: Blood, Violence, Death

New to Los Santos, the Beta crew dream to make it big. However, they're about to learn the hard way why the top gang has an almost mythical status in the criminal underworld...

“I’m not wearing that!”

“Oh, calm down. It’s cute!”

“I said I wanted a lion, Noceda!” Amity snarled.

“It is a lion!” Luz held up the lion mask, complete with a bright cheerful smile and rosy cheeks.

“I wanted a fierce one, not a children’s mask! There was a bloody lion mask there last week, why didn’t you get that one!?”

“Then you should have bought them! Besides this way we match!” Luz held up her own mask, a winking otter with a wide smile. “Back me up here Willow!”

Willow sat driving next to Luz, sunny sunflower mask already on her face. She turned and briefly glanced at Luz, who was half turned around to see Amity in the back of the van.

“This seems like a lot of arguing for something we are going to destroy later, since its EVIDENCE.”

“Oh, you’re both no fun,” Luz sat back and pouted. She tossed the lion mask into the back, “Just wear the damn thing, Blight.”

A voice crackled in her earpiece, “Are you guys done fighting each other? Cuz there’s still a job to do.”

Willow raised a finger to her ear to respond, “They’re fine Gus. Just how they are. Now we’re almost there so codenames people. Illusionist run us through one last time.”

“You got it Venus. The three of you go in. Princess kills security and controls the crowd while Luzura beelines to the tellers and stops the panic buttons.”

“Don’t fuck it up Luzura,” Amity teased from the backseat.

“SHHH, I’m trying to listen,” Luz whispered overly dramatically while pointing towards her earpiece.

“Quiet in the peanut gallery,” Gus deadpanned. “Meanwhile, Venus grabs the manager and grabs whatever she can from the vault.” Willow grunted from the front seat, too focused on driving in a mask to contribute. “All the while, I’ll work my magic and keep the alarms off and the cops off your backs. Simple.”

“It’s never that simple Twerp,” Amity grumbled as she put the mask on, and fixed her hair over it. The dyed green hair forming the lion’s mane around her mask.

“Why do you keep calling me that, Princess?” Gus groaned. “Alright I’m all set up here, ready to go when you are.”

“We’re here,” Willow pulled over outside of Grand National Bank.

“What’s that tag?” Luz looked at some graffiti on the bank by an alley, a green rubber duckie encircled in a green crosshair.

“It’s how gangs claim territory in Los Santos,” Amity double checked her rifle before cocking it. “It’s nothing to worry about. No self-respecting gang would use a rubber duckie,” She scoffed.

“You did check this place with Ed- er… the Owl Lady, right?” Luz asked Willow. “I don’t want our first official act in this city to be piss off a major gang.”

“It’s fine Luzura,” Willow double checked her body armor.

“Would you stop worrying?” Amity snapped. “We’ll be in and out before anyone is the wiser.”

Luz glared back at Amity, “Fine.” She grabbed her bat and opened the door.

The girls exited the van, and Luz took the three in. Willow had her usual trenchcoat on, hair cut short and combat boots, the sunflower mask a sharp difference from her outfit. Amity for some reason wore a bright pink outfit, skirt and all; which with the smiling lion mask gave a vibe of cheerleader at Halloween. Only the spiked bracelets and collar contributed to the danger of the AK she wielded. Luz had stuck with the classic, a striped shirt and green army jacket with a beanie. Of course, the winking otter mask sealed the deal.

With a quick nod, the three hurried up the stairs. Luz was the first to the door bodychecking it open and sprinting inside. Willow hurried in next and Amity strolled casually after, her assault rifle already leveling at the security guards.

Willow raised her pistol and let out a burst into the air, Civilians screamed and cowered away from them.

“HANDS UP AND GET DOWN NOW!” Amity threatened the under armed security guards with her ‘Blight’ voice. A tone which commanded respect.

Luz, running a fair distance ahead, raised her bat and slammed it into a lone guard on the other side as she passed. The man crumpled and Luz kicked open the door to the tellers.

“ALRIGHT HANDS UP! THIS IS A STICK UP!” She shouted as she threatened the tellers with her pistol. The tellers threw their hands away from the panic buttons and towards the ceiling.

“Oh my god, can you be more cliche?” Amity grumbled.

“No fighting,” Willow commanded as she hauled some well-dressed man up off the floor. “Ok, Mister Manager. Time to see the safe.”

“I-I don’t understand! We paid for this month, why are you here!?”

“Shut up and move!” Willow shoved him towards the back.

Luz meanwhile led all the tellers out of their room and had them lay with the rest of the hostages. Amity patrolled the room, her rifle just itching and a growl in her throat.

“Tellers secured,” Luz announced as the last person exited the room.

“Good work Luzura. How’s it going in the vault Venus?” Gus asked.

“This asshole won’t stop blabbing about the Fakes? Ever heard of them?”

“Sounds familiar, but I’m not too up on West Coast criminals.”

“The Owl Lady would know probably,” Luz said into her ear piece.

“Who cares? Let’s just get the money and get out,” Amity shook her head.

“Alright we’re good. Heading back upfront,” Willow gave the call after a few minutes. “How’s the street look Illusionist?”

“Looks good on my end. Wait…” Sounds of rapid typing filled their earpieces. “There’s someone else in the system. Fuck they’re good.”

“What? Who? Cops? Bank IT?” Willow sounded incredulous, as she tossed some bags to the others. Luz slung hers over her shoulder before turning towards the doors.

“Too good for them. Fuck, I don’t know what they want but you might not have too much time.”

“It’s fine we’re done here,” Luz shoved the door open with her shoulder.

“LUZURA GET DOWN!”

The van at the bottom of the steps exploded, knocking Luz on her ass in the open door. Looking around she saw a sports car parked a bit further down, the driver dropping an empty rpg tube into the backseat. He idly fixed his purple suit jacket (over an orange shirt? Who wears that?) and ran a finger along his white Stetson towards Luz with a smirk.

A lanky well-dressed blonde in gold sunglasses grinned next to the passenger seat, but it was when the trunk closed and two more people stepped around to the front that Luz moved.

She scrambled backwards, slamming the door closed and started shouting at everyone, “GET BACK! AWAY FROM THE DOOR! MOVE QUICK!”

She dove over the central desk as bullets started flying through the door, peppering it with holes. Outside the noise was unrelenting as the thick wooden doors were slowly turned to scraps. Luz thought she heard screams but couldn’t tell if it was civilians or her friends as she huddled behind her cover.

After what seemed an eternity, first one then another door fell off the hinges absolutely wrecked. The hail of gunfire stopped, though the ringing in Luz’s ears continued.

Gus’s voice was the first thing to pierce the ringing, “Guys!? What’s going on!? I lost visual feed!”

“I-I’m ok!” Willow sounded unsure for the first time since Luz met her. “Princess? Luzura? What was that?”

“That would be company toasting our ride!” Luz responded, using the lull to check her gun. “No way that was cops! What kind of bank did you bring me to!?”

“Isn’t it obvious? It’s a mob bank. A well-armed one. Ah Fuck!” Amity grunted in pain.

“You going soft on us Princess?” Luz asked with no small amount of concern.

“In your dreams, Luzura,” Amity snarled.

Luz went to say something else but a high British voice called out, “Now that is how you make an entrance Boi!” Gripping her pistol and bat, Luz slowly looked over the counter seeing the four enter the door. The lanky well-dressed man with golden shades was gesturing around with a golden deagle and a grin.

Next to him, a man in a leather jacket scowled at the Brit, “Yeah, that’s why I did it, idiot!” The man’s minigun still smoked from pulverizing the door.

“Aww, Mogar. Let him have his fun,” A redhead woman laughed as she draped herself over sunglasses.

“Can you guys focus?” The color clashing cowboy cocked his AK, “Hey Fuckers! You and your friends are dead!”

“Whelp. We’re screwed,” Luz whispered into her earpiece.

“Giving up already Luzura?” Amity’s laugh turned to a hiss.

“That’s it! I’m heading over! Where the fuck’s my gun!?”

“Chill Illusionist! There’s only four, and if it’s their bank they won’t use that minigun inside. They’re all bluster,” Luz could almost hear the gears turning in Willow’s head.

“They already used it on the door and Princess is hurt, we’re still at a disadvantage,” Luz shot back, trying to keep sight on the four without being seen. The three had started moving further into the bank, while leather jacket (Mogar?) stood guard at the door.

“It’s just a scratch,” Amity hissed.

“Ok, an AK and two pistols. AK is heading left of the doors and pistols are going right,” Willow must have a better vantage than Luz. “Princess move towards the AK and try to get a drop on them. I’ll go the other way and try to draw the pistols away. Luzura stay down and wait for an opportunity.”

“Copy,” Amity responded.

“What about the mini?” Luz asked.

“It’s intimidation Luzura!” Amity snapped.

Luz only grumbled as she checked her pistol for the twentieth time. She could hear someone just on the other side of her cover.

“Come out, come out where ever you are…,” The redhead sang softly. Luz tensed with her pistol, watching the lip of the counter.

Suddenly, Willow’s automatic pistol barked to Luz’s right. “Ahh! Shite!” The Brit’s gun fired twice, “Phoenix, a little help!?”

The redhead groaned, “C’mon Golden Boy. You can’t take one pistol?” Luz saw her moving forward to take cover by the teller windows, not noticing the girl behind her.

“HEY FUCKER!” Amity’s AK barked on the other side of the bank, “ARE YOU COLORBLIND OR SOME SHIT!? I MEAN PURPLE AND ORANGE!?”

“SAYS THE GIRL WHO CAN’T DECIDED BETWEEN PUNK OR PREP!” More automatic fire rang out. “THOUGHT YOU WOULD UNDERSTAND!”

“Ok, OK! I’M IN! …and I’m out…” Gus called out, “Shit. This fucker is good.”

Willow’s pistol let out another burst, and Golden Boy’s gun shot back. The redhead leaned forward to peek over the teller window, and Luz lined up her pistol. As she was about to pull the trigger, Willow’s gun fired and bullets bounced off the bullet proof glass above Phoenix’s head.

The redhead ducked from the fire; her head turned to press against the counter. The girl’s eyes went wide as she met Luz’s stare.

“FUCK!” The redhead spun pulling her gun up. But Luz’s gun barked in panic unloading the gun into center mass.

Behind Luz a wail was heard, before the whirling sound of a minigun coming to speed was heard. Luz hated being right.

She shot up and ran to the left, as bullets started flying shredding her hiding spot. Running as fast as she could, hyper aware of the hot lead that seemed one step behind her.

“SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!”

Luz dove into an empty office just as the gunshots turned to clicking of an empty chamber. Mogar screamed again, and a large metal thud sounded as the empty minigun landed close to the office door.

“LUZ!?” Amity shouted in concern.

“Fuck that was close,” Luz kicked the wood door shut then scrambled behind the desk. Gunshots rang out outside the office, and Luz patted herself down looking for another mag. Finding one last mag she reloaded, “Bad news guys, I lost my mask. How are you?”

“Only you Luz…” Willow sighed.

“Dumbass,” Amity’s AK barked again.

“Love ya too,” Luz chanced a peek through the window. Mogar was kneeling by Phoenix, holding her hand. He leaned down and cupped her face for a moment before standing up and firing a bullet into her head. He turned snarling towards Luz.

“Shit!” Luz ducked back down, holding her bat and gun tightly. “These guys are fucking hardcore. He just executed his teammate!”

“Fuck!” Amity growled, “How are we going to get out of here Venus?”

…

“Venus?”

“Oh, sorry. Was that this lovely bird with the trenchcoat?” Golden boy’s accented voice came through the earpiece. “She can’t come to the phone right now. May I take a message?” He asked in good humor.

“YOU SON OF A BITCH! WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER!?” Gus roared over the coms.

“Nothing she didn’t try to do to me, I assure you mate. Besides, if you didn’t try to rob from the FAKES then this wouldn’t have happened.”

Gus continued to yell and rage but Luz was distracted by the gunfire shattering the windows in the office she was hiding at. Luz yelled in surprise covering her head from the glass.

“LUZ,” Amity screamed over the comms, her gun going off again. “JUST DIE YOU FUCKER!”

“Hey! Ottergirl!” Mogar yelled, “You killed my wife you Bitch!” He fired off a few more times with his pistol, “Come out coward!” His gun clicked empty.

“I’m no coward! Now eat this Sucker!” Luz shot up and unloaded her pistol at the man. He stood there calmly reloading as the shots flew by him, the entire time glaring at Luz. Luz slowly lowered her empty pistol, “So…Would you accept a heartfelt apology?”

Mogar growled, stuffing his pistol back into its holster. He cracked his knuckles and neck as he strode confidently into the office. Luz tossed the empty gun at him, then raised her bat.

Luz swung, keeping Mogar on the other side of the desk. He snarled at each swing, before grabbing a chair and chucking it at Luz. Luz yelped and swung her bat, smacking it away. This was the opening Mogar was waiting for, and he went low driving a fist into her stomach. Quick as a flash, his other fist connected with her face.

Luz’s head rung and she tried to get away, swinging her bat rather weakly in a vain attempt. Mogar easily blocked it and grabbed Luz, throwing her over the desk and back into the bank proper.

Luz rolled to a stop, using her bat to attempt to get up. She wiped some blood from her lip and glared at Mogar.

“HEY!” Amity yelled from the side. She stood there sans mask with a pistol under the cowboy’s neck, holding him hostage. “Let her go or this colorblind idiot gets it.”

“Again, it’s very insulting when you say that. I am not an idiot,” The man slowly reached up and took his hat off.

Mogar huffed and pulled his gun out.

“Hey! I mean it!” Amity shouted, forcing the gun into his neck even harder.

“I’ll see you back at base Rimmy Tim,” Mogar leveled his gun at the pair. Luz tried to stand but fell back to her knees.

“Just make sure you bring my hat this time. Don’t feel like another raid on the evidence locker this week,” Rimmy Tim smiled completely at ease as Mogar pulled the trigger.

Amity looked shocked as Rimmy Tim went limp, dropping his body and looking at the blood that smeared onto her hand. “What the fuck?” Several gunshots rang out and Amity dropped.

“NO!”

Luz drove her bat towards Mogar’s legs, knocking him onto his back. She jumped on top swinging. They devolved into an absolutely feral fistfight. Both giving as much as they got, as they rolled round trying to gain the upper hand.

Climbing on top once again, Luz slammed a fist into his face. In the daze she managed to get her hands around the man’s neck. Mogar snarled up at the girl, his hands trying to break her grip or punch her off. But in her rage, Luz was beyond caring of a few punches.

Pistol-whipping, however?

A shiny gold handle slammed into Luz’s head, knocking her off Mogar who gasped for breath. Luz’s vision swam for a second before clearing back up. Faintly she was aware of Gus yelling, seeing as her earpiece was knocked out of her ear.

“Now, now. None of that Love,” The Golden Boy’s voice casually said. “Too much killing already so I can’t have you offing my boi.” He shrugged as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Fuck you and your Boy!” Luz spat out some blood. “He killed my Girl!”

“You killed my wife…” Mogar choked out between coughs. The Golden Boy rolled his eyes.

“So dramatic. Sorry Love, all’s fair and all that,” The Golden Boy leveled his golden deagle at Luz’s face. “That’s just how the milk crumbles the biscuit sometimes.”

“What the fuck does that even mean?” Mogar snarled at the Golden Boy.

“Oi! Don’t be rude, Micoo!” Was the second to last thing Luz heard.

BLAM

 Luz shot up, looking around wildly before realizing she was in the bedroom of her new apartment. She winced at the horrible headache splitting her skull. Her sheets were covered in sweat and she panted from the scarily clear nightmare she had just awoken from. With a sigh of relief, she fell back onto her pillow to stare at the ceiling, cursing the throbbing headache that clearly influenced her dreams.

Unfortunately, her tentative plans to just go back to sleep to avoid dealing with said headache was cut short with a ringing phone. With a groan, she patted her pockets for her cell. Idly she realized she must have fell asleep without changing into her pajamas, as she pulled her work cell out and answered.

“What!?” Normally, she was more chipper but the headache felt as if it sucked all the life from her.

“Christ, Luz! Finally!” Amity snarled with a bit of relief. “Willow! I got Noceda!” Amity called into the background before asking the one question she never asked Luz, “Are you ok?”

“What? Yeah, just got a throbbing headache. And apparently, I slept in my body armor,” Luz’s free hand started unstrapping the Velcro on her armor. “That’d explain that freaky dream I had.”

“That we tried to rob Grand National Bank then were killed by a rival gang?”

Luz stopped, concern forcing its way into her thoughts, “How did you know that Amity…?”

“You should turn the news on Luz…”

Luz sat still for a second, before shooting off the bed. Scrambling into the next room, she grabbed the remote and flicked the tv on.

“-orning gang violence erupted down at Grand National Bank, as two rival criminal factions had a shootout in the front lobby. There are reports of numerous casualties as well as the criminals getting away with thousands of dollars. Eyewitness accounts claim several of the assailants fell during the shootout, but LSPD has refused to comment.”

The blood rushed to Luz’s ears and the news reporters’ words seemed to become distant as they showed pictures and grainy video of the shootout. There her and her friends reenacted the dreams events as they faced off against the FAKES. She slumped onto her couch and just watched.

Slowly she became aware of someone calling her name from far away. Looking down she realized that her cell was still connected.

She put it against her ear again, “What the FUCK happened!?”

[miraizu]

Heyo! I got a prompt for ya. Could i get a chrollo / reader soulmate au? You can choose which soulmate au it is, there are too many of them lol.

AHH yesyes!  I love soulmate AUs!

Being next to your soulmate heals their/your injuries

The city was in complete and utter anarchy.

Perhaps it was just strict to York New City - you doubted it.  You may be new to the city, wanting to visit for a street festival that was going on during the weekend, but you doubted the city was always like this.  Buildings ablaze, rapid gunfire, the screams and yells of people nearby, all of the sounds blending together in a cacophony of chaos.

If you were a human being with any degree of common sense, you wouldn’t be out right now.  You’d be in the safe confines of the hotel room you had rented for the weekend.  Instead, you were darting through the streets, doing well to not be caught, [e/c] eyes sweeping the ground as you retraced your steps.

Sometime during the day, the family heirloom you always wore around your wrist had fallen off.  It was all you had left of your family, a thick, silver bracelet encrusted with a dazzling display of emeralds and white topaz - you knew it was probably futile, that you wouldn’t find it and that it was more likely than not lost for good, but you couldn’t help it.

Why now of all times, though?  That bracelet had never fallen off in your life before - so why now?

Grimacing as a particularly loud explosion made your ears ring a bit, you bolted across the desolate and torn up street as you saw something glitter on the ground.

“You’ve got to be kidding...”

You shakily exhaled in disbelief at the recognizable object, partially covered in rubble.  Even when you picked it up and slipped it onto your wrist, you couldn’t believe your luck.  You found it.  You found it.

Doors opening, you nearly fell back as two men strode out of the building you were in front of.  Both had an aura of death around them, and neither spared you a glance as they walked out.  They noticed you - there was no denying that, but they certainly didn’t deem you worthy of acknowledgment.  For a moment, you stood there, wondering where those two men had come from considering the building in front of you was crumbling to ruin.

Curiosity got better of you.  Making sure those men weren’t going to come back, you slipped into the building.  Dust hung heavy in what seemed to be an old ballroom.  What once was grande was now falling apart.

What caught your eye the most, though, was the man on the opposite end, coming to a stand.

Immediately, his eyes were on you as you took him in.  He was bleeding, clothes torn up.  Did those two men from before hassle this guy or something?!

Ignoring the fact that this man was definitely screaming “stranger danger”, you rushed forward, panicking.  “Oh my god, are you okay? Should I call an ambulance or - or something?”

The man didn’t share your panic.  If anything, he watched in bemusement, as if he was more interested in figuring you out and wondering why you were even bothering with him.  As you got closer, despite the mess he currently was, you couldn’t deny he wasn’t attractive - charming, nearly, with a pleasant half-smile and large, downturned gray eyes.

“You should exercise caution when approaching a stranger,” he finally spoke up, his voice nearly making you melt.

You gave him a dry look.  “Take your own advice,” you pointed out.  By now, you were only a few steps away, and was about to ask him if he had anymore injuries that weren’t visible before the words died at your lips.  The thin cut on his cheek seemed to be slowly receding, fading into nothing.

“Oh.”

It was a lackluster response, but you weren’t sure what else to say at the black-haired man’s hand came up to touch his cheek.  For a moment, you could have sworn you saw surprise cross his face, but it was gone just as quickly as it had appeared.  An upturn of his lips graced your presence, instead.

“How interesting...”

In the blink of an eye, he had grabbed your hand, yanking it out and turning your palm to face upwards.  His grip was tight, and as he drew out a strange looking knife you had started to struggle.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said lowly.  “I’m testing something out.”

“Like that is belie- shit!”

You hissed in pain as he drew the tip across your palm, blood welling up in place immediately.  You had always been a wimp to pain, and your eyes had started to tear up as you stared at the cut.  Slowly, it, too, started to fade away, along with the pain.

Soon, there was nothing remaining except for the blood that had pooled in your palm from the cut, the pain and actual injury completely gone as if there had never been anything there.

Your lips parted in a small ‘o’ in surprise and realization.  Slowly, you looked up from your hand and at the man who was still holding your wrist.  He was staring at you intently.  Expectantly.

“What’s your name?”

You floundered for a moment before weakly telling it to him.  He didn’t comment on what this all meant.  Neither did you.  It was common knowledge that soulmate’s could heal each other, but to see it in action, especially with your own soulmate...  It had never been something you gave much thought, too focused on just enjoying your life as it was.

The man let go of your wrist, and you immediately held it close to you, rubbing the sore area.  He walked right past you, completely unbothered; however, you stood in place, staring at him incredulously.  Was he seriously just going to leave as if nothing had just happened?

No.  He stopped at the entrance, looking back over his shoulder.  “Are you coming?”

You couldn’t help your less-than-eloquent response.  “Uh, what?”

Was he always smiling knowingly like that, or was he just amused by you?  You weren’t sure yet.  “We’re soulmates, right?  So it’s only natural you come along with me.”

You blinked at the blatant acknowledgment of the elephant in the room, before nodding once in hesitation.  

“Y-yeah,” you agreed, rushing after him.  “What, ah, what’s your name?”

“Chrollo.”

Following him out of the building, you repeated his name under your breath, the reality of the situation hitting you finally.  Your soulmate - you found your soulmate.  

Weirdly enough, you didn’t notice the bracelet that once again was missing from your wrist as you followed Chrollo contently, the earlier chaos of the city only a low hum in the back of your mind now.

[go-gently-please]

cherry ~ vampire!au (part 4)

~ pairing: human!BTS x vampire!OC

~ genre: vampire!au, smut, angst (kinda), sprinkles of fluff

~ summary: you finally give in to the boy’s temptations, starting with the two that started it all. you guessed it: you’re in trouble.

~ warnings for this chapter: sub!taehyung, bondage, teeny bit of pet play, assplay, fellatio, slight dom!hoseok, blood, sub!jimin, femdom, edging, impact play, prostate milking

~ a/n: thank you all for your patience!! i feel like tae’s smut scene is a little dry but bear with me! jimin’s scene should be better :)

links in masterlist!

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Taehyung had gorgeous hands. They were prettier than yours, honestly.

His warm honeyed skin was always decorated with silver bracelets and rings, glinting, accenting bulging veins. His nails were always shiny and neatly clipped, leading down to long, slim fingers. You'd fantasized multiple times about what those fingers could do. His skin was always baby-soft, too. He must’ve moisturized with coconut oil or something.

It really was a shame you had to tie them up.

“Do you have to?” Taehyung whined, arms up above his head as you worked diligently to secure them to the headboard. He still had his pants on, but his top half was bare.

“Mm hm.” You hummed cheerfully, tightening the ropes around his wrists with a final tug.

“Try that.” You said.

Taehyung yanked on the restraints, straining against the ties, but they stayed put. He looked beautiful lying there, hair fanned out across the pillow, tan body dark against the whiteness of the sheets. You ran your eyes over the expanse of his smooth skin, the alluring shape of his lips, the fluttering of his long lashes. The fucker had a nose that looked like it was sculpted by Greek gods.

A pretty black collar was around his neck, and the chain connected to it was grasped tightly in your other hand. He wasn’t going anywhere.

You closed the gap between your two bodies, leaning down close enough to feel his radiating heat.

“I can’t wait to play with you.” You purred in a sultry voice.

Taehyung tried to hide it, but he noticeably shivered.

Your hand slid up his torso, coming up to grab at his collar, pulling him closer. You loved his soft body. No, he didn't have sculpted abs like Jungkook or Jimin, but his squishy tummy had a special place in your heart. Not that he was out of shape by any means. Oh no no no. He had the tiddies of a Michelangelo-crafted marble statue.

You pressed sweet, open-mouthed kisses to the skin below his navel, nibbling and biting gently.

“You're so beautiful, Taehyung.” You murmured against his stomach.

He immediately blushed, trying to hide his face in the pillow, but the restraints wouldn't let him.

Chuckling at his shyness, you dragged your fingernails up and down his skin, making him break out in goosebumps.

“You've been waiting for this, haven't you?” You said, bringing your hands up to tease his nipples.

Taehyung twitched at the stimulation, twisting and squirming on the bed.

Aw, he’s so sensitive.

“Yes.” He breathed out as you started to roll them between your fingers.

“You've been waiting for me to touch you, haven't you?”

Soft gasps fell from his mouth, which was hanging open like a panting dog. He was staring down at your working fingers like he was hypnotized, hanging onto anything and everything you wanted to do to him.

“Hmm?” You pressed, waiting for his response.

He nodded, still looking down at your hands on his chest.

“Speak up, bubba.” You ordered, and his expression changed upon hearing his nickname.

You had nicknames for all the boys. Yoongi was honey boy, or Yoongles if you were trying to annoy him. Namjoon was your little moonchild, or sometimes smarty pants when he was being extra clever that day. Hoseok and Jungkook were sunshine and bunny, for obvious reasons. Jin was either charming or handsome, depending on how flirtatious he was feeling. Jimin’s nickname was already Chim Chim before they moved in, you simply adopted it, but the term mochi was something only you called him. And Taehyung was your bubba, your little tiger cub.

“Yes, I've been waiting.” He said in a hushed voice.

“Waiting for what?” You spoke through a wicked smile, very much enjoying making him flustered.

His cheeks turned an adorable shade of red.

“Waiting to…” He paused, flexing against the ropes. “Waiting to be your sex toy.”

You grinned.

“Good boy.” You rewarded him with a caress along his chest, but his incessant squirming told you that he wanted more.

“You’re very impatient, you know that?” You said.

“You would be too if you had a beautiful woman practically sitting on top of you.”

You narrowed your eyes and smiled sarcastically, tilting your head to one side.

“Flattery doesn’t work on me.” You said.

Taehyung rolled his eyes.

“It’s called a compliment.”

You pinched his nipple hard.

“Ahh!” Taehyung cried out, yanking against the ropes, trying to sit up only to be tugged back down on the bed.

“Patience is a virtue, you know.”

“So is mercy!” Taehyung shot back, eyes already pleading.

“Oh honey, you’ll find out very quickly that mercy isn’t on my agenda.”

A twinge of fear immediately seeped into the brown of his eyes, and he audibly gulped while tugging on the restraints.

Chuckling, you pushed yourself off the bed to cross over to the closet storing all your toys.

“Hmm, what should I use on you?” You thought aloud, stroking your chin for dramatic effect. You were facing away from him, so Taehyung couldn't see your hands as they reached into one of the many drawers and pulled out a small smooth object. You wrapped your fingers around it, hiding it from view.

“What are you holding?” Taehyung asked, sounding worried, sitting up as much as the restraints would allow.

With one hand, you flipped him over on his stomach, kneeling on the bed beside his body.

“Hey! What’re you doing?” Taehyung was squirming in protest, but you grabbed his leash and yanked on it gently, causing him to freeze obediently.

You smiled. What a good boy.

“I wanna try something on you.” You said, barely loud enough for him to hear. You reached out to show him a glimpse of what was in your hand. He let out a soft gasp upon realizing what it was.

“I-I’ve never tried that before.” He admitted.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I can always-”

“No, no, I want to.” He insisted, shifting on the bed.

You raised an eyebrow.

“Are you sure? You know that everything we do is up to you.” You rubbed his shoulder with your free hand.

Taehyung gulped, whether it was from your touch or from the idea of what you wanted to do to him, you weren’t sure.

“I want to.” He said, voice firm and determined.

With a light smile, you leaned forward to place your lips an inch away from his throat, using one hand to hold the side of his neck.

“What’s your safeword, pet?” You whispered, hot breath tickling the tiny hairs on his skin.

Taehyung’s breathing was labored, you felt the rapid thrum of his pulse under your hand.

“Cherry.” He said.

You pressed a searing kiss to his neck.

“Good boy.”

You made quick work of his pants, practically ripping them off to reveal his full ass. Damn, is there a feature on him that isn’t perfect? Reaching into your bedside table, you grabbed the bottle of lube from the drawer. You could hear his ever increasing heartbeat as you coated your fingers in the slippery liquid.

Taehyung’s breath caught in his throat when he felt your fingertips dancing along his rim.

“Relax, bubba.” You breathed into his ear.

He melted like butter when you inserted the first finger, sighing deep and sinking into the mattress. He spread his legs further and ground his hips into the sheets beneath him, letting out the first moan when you were fully inside.

It always took you by surprise when you remembered how responsive humans were to your kind. If you thought they got worked up during feeding, that was nothing compared to during sex. You probably reeked of pheromones, sending him into a state of unparalleled horniness that surpassed an animal in heat.

Slipping in a second finger with ease, you watched as his eyes squeezed shut, mouth falling open. You were taking it slow, being extra gentle with him, but he was becoming impatient.

“More.” He moaned, pushing back on your fingers.

“Patience, pet.” He buried his head in the pillow, groaning in frustration.

You pumped your fingers at a steady pace, stretching him out deliciously. Taehyung grew more and more plaint with every thrust.

Once you thought he was prepped enough, you slipped your fingers out and reached for the mystery object. A small, silver buttplug.

Taehyung whined at the loss of contact, but a sharp hiss immediately escaped his lips when he felt the cool metal against his rim.

“Is my good boy ready?” You whispered in his ear.

He nodded vigorously, trying to inch back. You gave him what he wanted, pressing the bulbous end of the plug inside him until it was fully inserted. It was small, a size for beginners, but the pressure it exerted on his prostate was just enough to keep him needy for more.

Taehyung sighed, easing further into the mattress. He was practically putty by now. Gently flipping him back over, you reached for-WHAT THE FUCK.

Your jaw dropped, eyes widening at the sight before you.

Taehyung noticed your sudden change in expression and looked around nervously.

“What? What’s wrong?” 

He was huge. One of the biggest men you’d ever seen, and you’d been alive for a very long time.

How’ve I never noticed this before? Then it clicked. His giant hands, that deep voice, the constant manspreading, the fact that he almost never wore tight pants. He had the biggest dick energy out of all the big dick energies.

“Tae...you’re fucking hung.” You said finally, still staring down at the spot between his legs.

Taehyung burst out laughing.

“Oh, thank god. I thought something was wrong. You were looking at me like I had a carrot for a penis.”

You chuckled, reaching out to inspect him further. Another hiss left him when you wrapped your hand around his length.

“Ah, ah, ah…” He muttered as you pumped him. Your fingers, still slick from the lube, slid along his shaft effortlessly, teasing his slit.

Taehyung’s eyes fluttered shut. His back arched off the bed as he gripped the sheets in his bound hands.

“Moan for me.” Your voice was quiet, yet the authoritative tone sent shivers down Taehyung’s spine.

He obeyed, letting out a rich, guttural sound from deep within his throat when you cupped his balls. He was pulling on the restraints, growing more frustrated when they didn’t budge.

“Let me touch you, please.” He begged, looking up at you with puppy dog eyes.

“Nope, not on the agenda.”

Taehyung groaned and threw his head back.

“You’re evil.” He said.

“Just wait ten minutes, you’ll see how evil I can really be.” You reached for the lube, applying more so your hand was coated in it, and started to jerk him off at a more rapid pace. Now his cock was as slippery as a wet bar of soap.

Taehyung’s messy hair hung down in front of his eyes and stuck to his sweat-beaded forehead. His eyes were squeezed shut, mouth slightly ajar as he tried to catch his breath.

A smirk darkened your features as you reached down to fiddle with the plug buried inside him, giving it a light tap before twisting it in your hand.

Taehyung’s whole body twitched; he was shaking like a washing machine on high.

“I-I’m close.” He stuttered out, the last part of his sentence cut off by a choked moan.

“Aw, already?” You said with exaggerated disappointment.

His voice grew louder and higher the closer he got to his orgasm, but you couldn’t let the fun be over so soon. Just as he was about to cum, you gave the base of his dick a quick squeeze before letting go completely.

Taehyung let his head fall back on the pillow and whined in frustration, viciously tugging on the restraints like he could free himself with sheer willpower alone. He came down from his near-high with shallow breaths and sat up as much as the rope would allow to look at you.

“So this is how it’s gonna be?” He asked, trying to make his voice strong and intimidating.

You smiled.

“It’s gonna be however I see fit.” You said, running your hands over his thick thighs.

He still had a hint of fear swimming in his eyes, uncertain if he should be excited or terrified.

Looking at his frightened expression, you couldn’t help but crack a genuine smile, the curtain on your strict facade parting.

“Alright, I guess I could be merciful. Just this once.” You said, snaking a hand up to once again grab his dick. Your fingers were inches away from his shaft when he interrupted you.

“Wait,” Taehyung blurted out.

You looked at him, slightly confused. His eyes were zeroed in on you with startling intensity, filled with an emotion you couldn’t quite place; a cocktail of yearning, lust, and hesitation.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked.

You stared at him for a good ten seconds, mouth opening and closing as you tried to find a response. You weren’t expecting him to want to kiss you, let alone ask.

“Uh, sure?” You said, cheeks now bright red.

Taehyung’s face lit up in a radiant smile. He sat up and moved to scoot closer, only to realize he was still tethered to the bedposts. He flashed you a desperate look, silently pleading.

“Come here,” He said, straining against the ties.

You obeyed, crawling on the bed to lean over his body. He reached up to touch your face, but the rope stopped him just before his fingertips could brush your cheek.

You were glad he was tied up. With you in such a flustered, taken-aback state, Taehyung could probably do whatever he wanted to you. With him restrained, you still had the upper hand.

Instead of touching you, Taehyung buried his face in the crook of your neck, nudging the material of your robe aside and breathing in your intoxicating scent. The tip of his nose followed the curve of your collarbone, your shoulder, the dips of your throat. Dragging his lips across your skin, light and teasing, he hummed contentedly.

You couldn’t take it. Not this, not with the way he was looking at you, or the way his heart rate had calmed from just the touch of your skin. It was too intimate, too much too fast. But you couldn’t just pull away without giving him what he wanted; he was being such a good boy for you, after all.

Fighting back the urge to rip yourself away from him, you straightened and smashed your lips against his.

Taehyung sighed into your mouth. He pressed his forehead to yours, furrowing his brows in his passion.

It was a strong, heated, intense kiss. If you had been standing you would’ve felt it in your knees.

You pulled away, your face even redder than it was before.

Taehyung looked like he was in a daze, sitting there with his eyes closed until he finally peeled them open like he was a kitten waking up for the first time.

Trying to calm your own rapid breathing, you lowered your face to paint a trail of kisses and love bites down his torso, starting at his chest all the way down to his waist. With one hand cupping his balls, you didn’t hesitate to take his cock into your mouth, wrapping your lips around his tip.

Taehyung’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. His hands gripped the pillows beneath him, knuckles turning white as you skillfully rolled your tongue. He bucked his hips up, desperately chasing the release that you’d been denying him.

He was whimpering, now. The usual deepness of his voice was gone, replaced by high-pitched, pathetic little moans and whines.

You could tell by the way his breath hitched that he was close, so you gripped his thighs and signaled with your eyes for him to cum in your mouth.

He came undone with a squeak, body shaking and trembling under your hands, but you kept sucking.

Taehyung lifted his head to look down at you briefly, tears pooling in his eyes, making a surge of heat shoot directly to your core.

You continued to torture him, one hand wrapped around the base of his cock while the other teased at the plug in his ass.

His head flopped back down on the pillow, completely helpless.

You decided to let him off easy this time, since he looked like he was about to pop a blood vessel. Letting go of his thighs, you slipped his cock out of your mouth and released him with a pop.

Once Taehyung’s breathing calmed, you began to untie the ropes winding around his wrists, wincing when you saw the red marks.

“It doesn’t hurt.” He said, noticing your distress.

The second he was free, Taehyung reached for you, hands moving to brush your robe aside. You grabbed them before they could make any attempts to reveal more skin than you were comfortable with. You intertwined your fingers, planting soft kisses along his knuckles.

A blush flowered on Taehyung’s cheeks.

“Can we cuddle?” He asked, eyes wide and hopeful.

You smiled and sank down on the mattress, letting him wrap his arms around you from behind. Can we kiss? Can we cuddle? You were endeared by the way he always asked for permission.

“You’re welcome to stay, but remind me why I’m the little spoon in my own bed?” You said.

Taehyung chuckled.

“Because you were in charge this entire time and this is my payment.” He said, squeezing you closer to his body.

“Maybe next time you’ll let me touch you.” The hope in his voice was very noticeable.

You scoffed.

“Not a chance.” You were serious. Even though you’d given in to the boy’s temptations, that didn’t mean you hadn’t set certain rules for yourself.

Rule #1: Only give, never receive. You’d please them, you’d fulfill their needs, but you’d feel bad if you ever used them for your own pleasure. It’d feel like having sex with someone drunk or drugged, you’d feel like you’d taken advantage of them. They were only attracted to you because of all your vampire hormones, after all.

Rule #2: Don’t let them touch you. Touch led to intimacy, something you definitely weren’t prepared for. Just keep it about sex and blood, no feelings involved. They let you feed off of them, and you repay them with sex. That’s fair, right?

He tensed at your reply.

“You mean…?” He began, a twinge of hurt in his tone. “There won’t be a next time?”

You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Do you want there to be a next time?” You asked.

He nuzzled into the back of your neck.

“Mm hm. Do you?” He replied.

“Absolutely. You’re fun to play with.” You couldn’t see his face but you were sure he was blushing again.

You felt him relax, tightening his grip as he rested his chin on your shoulder. His chest rumbled as he hummed.

“Your hair is so soft.” His voice was slurred, drunk with sleep, and you chuckled at his worn out state.

Just as his head went limp on the pillow, your stomach grumbled. You were starving after all that activity.

“Tae,” you said, looking over your shoulder to find him fast asleep.

Hm, guess I’ll have to find someone else to feed on. It was times like this when you were thankful that there were seven of them, there was never a shortage.

Slowly, carefully, you slipped out from Taehyung’s grip, replacing your body with a pillow. His collar jingled as he shifted, melting into the blanket that you pulled over him.

As you ventured into the hallway, you mulled over who you were craving. You wanted something strong, something that would energize you. Someone who liked it rough. There was only one person who’s flavor was bold enough to satisfy you right now: Hoseok.

You knocked on his door after tightening your robe around your body. Hoseok was one of the few boys that shared a room (other than Taehyung and Jimin), and you hoped that Jin wouldn’t be in there right now.

A voice called for you to come in.

He was sitting at his desk, legs wide in his signature manspread, wearing faded jeans and an oversized t-shirt. His ears were tucked into the backwards hat he was wearing.

He looked surprised to see you, or maybe it was because you were wearing nothing but a bathrobe. Luckily, the room was empty except for the two of you.

“Are you busy right now?” You asked.

Hoseok turned back to his desk and closed his laptop.

“Not anymore. What do you need?” He smiled at you, flashing his dimples.

“Hungry. Can I?”

He crossed his arms, a playful smirk replacing the pleasant smile.

“If you ask properly.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. He never made it easy. If Hoseok sensed anything at all that would give him a bit of dominance over you, you best believe he’d use it to his full advantage.

“Hoseok, my sunshine, would you kindly allow me to drink your blood so I may quench my thirst?” You said in an exaggerated voice.

He raised an eyebrow.

“Is that sass I detect?”

“No.” You replied almost immediately. You knew that if you gave him even an inkling of a reason, he would deny you for as long as possible.

“Hmm.” He scanned you up and down.

“Sounds to me like it is. Well, if you aren’t going to ask nicely, you can go back to your coffin.” He swung around in his chair to face his desk again.

“Wait,” You blurted out, growing more desperate as the gnawing in your stomach intensified. Hanging your head, you let out a quiet, “please?”

He turned back around to face you, looking like he was judging your response.

“Come here.” He finally said.

You practically skipped over to him. Hoseok tapped his knee with one finger, and you hopped into his lap and straddled him. You moved to lean forward, but he stopped you.

“C’mon, I’m starving.” You whined.

“What’s the magic word?” He said, grinning smugly.

You glared at him, feeling your cheeks turn pink.

“Your face is heating up. Was it something I said?” Hoseok raised a cocky eyebrow. He knew exactly what he was doing to you.

You narrowed your eyes in an attempt to assert even a shred of dominance, but he wasn’t having it.

“Nuh uh, I’m in charge right now.” He said.

You pouted but gave in, at this point all you wanted was to eat.

“Yes, Sir.” You mumbled sarcastically.

“Don’t talk back.” He snapped.

Reluctantly, you pressed your lips together and stayed quiet, earning a smirk from Hoseok.

“Good girl.” He said.

You froze. Only a few people in your entire life could say they have called you that, and even less could say it went well for them. Only a handful of people, a select elite, were trusted by you with the role of dominant.

For those unsuccessful few that dared to call you anything other than terms that conveyed a level of respect, they found out very quickly that it would not be tolerated. They said it with an air of condescension, an arrogance that made you feel as if you were being talked down to. But when Hoseok said it, all it did was make butterflies flutter somewhere lower than your stomach. When he said it, it made you want more than anything to just give in and submit.

He reached up to pull down his shirt, exposing his neck.

“Bite me.” He commanded.

Buzzing with excitement, you reached up to take off his hat, letting his messy hair fall over his forehead, and pulled the material of his shirt aside even more so his collarbones were on display.

“Charlie.” Hoseok said suddenly, looking up at you.

“Yeah?”

His expression darkened, his once wide eyes turning serious.

“Don’t be gentle.” He said.

You smiled.

The sting was worse than he expected; you really weren’t going easy on him this time. You had one hand holding the side of his neck, keeping him in place, as you pierced your fangs deeper into his skin.

The taste was sharp and sweet on your tongue, like strawberries dusted with sugar. It felt like caffeine was being directly injected into your bloodstream.

Hoseok groaned, and you reached up to grab a fistful of his hair, yanking his head back to bare his throat even more.

Goddamn, he tasted good. You found yourself gulping him down like you were dying of thirst. In your haste, a few drops spilled from between your lips and rolled down his chest.

Hoseok clenched his fists at his sides, trying to resist gripping your waist and pulling you closer. But he held back. Even if he did have more of a dominant streak in him, he still wouldn’t touch you without your permission.

You slid your hand through his hair, massaging the nape of his neck as you increased your pace. He squeezed his eyes shut, mouth falling open in pure bliss.

“Cherry.” Hoseok said after a few minutes, finally reaching his limit.

You tore yourself away from him immediately. Your lips were still wet with blood, spilling from the corner of your mouth and dripping down your chin.

Hoseok was looking at you like you were a full moon on a clear night, pure, unobstructed wonder in his eyes. He watched, fascinated, as you swept the remaining blood from your chin and licked your fingers clean. You licked at his wound, helping it along in the healing process, and noticed that his shirt was stained.

“Sorry about your shirt. Got a little too excited.” You said.

Hoseok looked down at his chest, seeing the red splotches, and simply pulled it over his head and tossed it aside.

You stared at him with wide eyes, scanning over his delicate shoulders, the dips of his clavicle and the curves of his biceps.

Holy shit, where has he been hiding those abs?! You should’ve known, he was a dancer after all.

He caught you staring and raised an eyebrow.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were admiring me, Noona.”

The “Noona” was unnecessary. He still said it with a thick tone of smugness.

You snapped out of your daze, hopping off his lap and putting a reasonable distance between your two bodies.

Hoseok looked very pleased by your reaction. He spread his legs in a manspread again, nonchalantly scratching his smooth chest.

You wrapped your robe tighter around you, trying to paint an unbothered expression on your face.

“Go take your iron supplement, you nerd.”

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Jimin acted especially shy around you after your fiasco on the balcony. He had trouble looking you in the eye, he blushed whenever you entered a room, and he was noticeably quiet when you were involved in a conversation.

Taehyung, on the other hand, couldn’t be happier. You’d never seen him this cheerful before. He was far more affectionate towards you as well, finding any excuse to lay a hand on your knee, your thigh, your shoulder.

Jimin had noticed.

You saw the way his eyes would sharpen whenever you and Taehyung were in the same room, searching for some sort of silent indication, all the words that went unspoken.

Three days after the balcony incident, he confronted you.

You were sitting at your desk at home, surrounded by a sea of empty coffee cups, when Jimin approached you with obvious determination.

“Charlie,” he began in a quiet voice so no one else could hear. “Can I talk to you in private, please?”

You looked up from your haphazard stack of papers and scanned him up and down, fighting a smile.

Jimin had just gotten back from dance practice, still flushed and sweaty, wearing a sleeveless shirt and basketball shorts. You snuck a glance at his muscular arms, licking your lips not-so-subtly. You noticed that he was wearing his prescription glasses. They were dorky and slightly too big for his face and you loved them with all your heart.

“Did you lose your contact solution again?” You asked in a fake scolding voice.

He averted his gaze to the ground, looking like he was fighting the urge to scratch the back of his neck.

“Yes.” He admitted in a quiet voice.

“Can I talk to you, please?” Jimin said, gulping nervously when you looked at him over the rim of your reading glasses.

“About what, Chim?” You knew exactly what, you just wanted to watch him squirm.

Jimin’s eyes darted back and forth, looking at anything that wasn’t your face, cheeks turning pink.

“About...well, about...you know, about what happened on the balcony the other night.” He finally stuttered out.

You leaned back in your chair, pretending to mull it over.

“Sure, let’s go in the hall.” You replied after a long pause.

He followed you in silence, right on your heels and almost close enough for you to feel his breath on the back of your neck.

“What’s up?” You asked once you were out of earshot, crossing your arms and leaning one shoulder on the wall.

Jimin was looking at the ground, wringing his hands and fiddling with his fingers.

“Taehyung told me about what happened between you two.” He said.

Oh shit. You should’ve known that Taehyung would spill, Jimin was his best friend, after all. You should’ve thought about how this would’ve affected Jimin. Here you are, fucking around with two men back to back, one of them completely in the dark about the other.

He must feel horrible, like I forgot about him or cast him aside in favor of someone else. God, I am so selfish.

“I’m sorry, Jimin, I really am. I don’t know, it just sort of happened. I wasn’t trying to go behind your back, I just—”

“Woah, woah, Charlie, calm down.” Jimin interrupted you, holding out his hands like you would to calm a feral animal.

“I’m not mad, I know you wouldn’t do anything to intentionally hurt me.” Jimin said, offering up a small smile. It disappeared a few moments later, replaced by a hesitant expression.

“I just...want to know how it’s going to be. You know, between us.” He still wasn’t looking at you.

“Well, that’s all up to you, sweetie.” You said, a little surprised by the way he was phrasing things. He was speaking as if he didn’t have any say in the matter, like every decision was supposed to be made by you.

He looked up at you with big, puzzled eyes.

“Up to me?” He said, obviously confused.

You nodded.

“Does me fooling around with Tae make you uncomfortable?”

“No! No, no. You make him really happy, it’s just…”

He trailed off, seeming to struggle to find the right words.

You scooted a little bit closer to him.

“I’m open to having multiple partners.” You said, breaking the silence.

He stared at you, slightly wide-eyed.

“Really?” He asked.

“Absolutely, I’ve done it before.” You replied casually, shrugging.

Jimin looked like he was thinking hard. You put a hand on his shoulder, forcing him to look at you.

“What do you want, Jimin?” You asked.

There was a stretch of silence that lasted a good twenty seconds, then Jimin reached up to rest his hand on top of yours where it lay on his shoulder.

“I want to finish what we started on the balcony.” He answered finally.

You couldn’t help the smirk that crossed your features.

“Well then, meet me in my room at ten o’ clock tonight. We’ll most definitely finish what we started.”

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At ten o’clock on the dot, after much impatient waiting, Jimin raised his fist and knocked at your door. He stood there awkwardly, twisting the rings on his fingers as he tapped his foot on the wooden floor.

He’d spent hours grooming himself in preparation, washing, shaving, perfuming. He selected his outfit with painstaking detail, even though he knew it was going to be discarded soon after he arrived. Tight black jeans, a loose white tank top, dangly earrings and a silver chain. By the time ten o’ clock rolled around, he was practically buzzing with excitement.

When you answered the door, Jimin couldn’t stop his mouth from falling open. There you were, stood there wearing a short satin dressing gown and black stockings that stopped mid-thigh. You’d reapplied your makeup, going for an edgier look, complete with sharp winged eyeliner and blood red lipstick. Your hair was up in a ponytail, and Jimin knew what that meant. You only put your hair up when you were preparing to start on an important task, one that required your full attention; the sight sent him alight with anticipation.

“Come in.” You said, smiling mischievously.

Obeying immediately, Jimin crossed the threshold and watched as you shut and locked the door behind him.

“Take a seat.” You ordered, nodding towards the perfectly made bed.

This was the first time Jimin had been in your bedroom. He was blown away by the sheer size of it, and the fact that everything in it looked extremely expensive. The walls and the bed sheets were white, complemented by golden accents like the glowing chandelier and the swirling metal bed frame. He scanned the many, many bookshelves and their contents: leather-bound journals, old books with frayed spines, dusty vinyl records. He stared for the longest at the wall covered in nothing but photographs.

“I said, take a seat.” You barked when he took too long to do as you said.

He snapped out of it, hurrying over and plopping himself on the crisp sheets.

You gave a small hum of satisfaction, and then you reached up to shrug off your dressing gown. Underneath, you were wearing nothing but a tight, black long-sleeved leotard, a thick leather belt wrapped around your waist. Hanging from the belt was a riding crop. The outfit showed off every one of your curves, from your thick thighs to your voluptuous chest to the way your hourglass figure swelled and swooped in elegant lines. The clack from your red-bottomed heels echoed in Jimin’s ears as you crossed over to the door next to the closet.

“Do you have any experience with BDSM?” You asked.

Jimin blushed.

“A little.” He admitted shyly.

“Good, so you should know what these are.” You swung open the door to reveal your horde of sex toys, and Jimin’s jaw dropped to the floor.

“Let me help you figure out what you like, hm?” You began.

“I’m going to hold up an object, and you either shake your head or nod if you want to use it or not, okay?”

He nodded.

“Good. Let’s start with this.” You held up the riding crop hanging from your hip.

Jimin immediately felt his cheeks turn red and cursed himself for his inability to hold his composure, finally nodding in response. But you only smirked, letting go of the crop and letting it fall back into place.

You turned back to the small room and surveyed it’s contents. Your eyes landed on a small bullet vibrator, and you grabbed it and held it up.

Jimin nodded, feeling his heart rate start to increase.

You held up a blindfold, to which he shook his head at. He wanted to be able to see you, to see your beautiful body when you pleasured him, touched him.

You held up a ball gag. Another blush. You took that as a yes, tossing it on the bed where the bullet vibrator rested.

You held up a collar, he shook his head. You held up a spreader bar, he nodded. You held up nipple clamps, he shook his head.

“Have you ever had your prostate explored?” You asked curiously.

This time his whole face turned red. Jimin nodded slowly.

You grabbed a bottle of lube and held it up. He nodded again.

You smiled to yourself, what a good boy he was being for you.

You decided to save the strap on for later, starting out slow. Grabbing one last item, a pair of silk binding ties, you turned to face him, approaching the bed with slow steps.

“Lay back against the headboard.” You ordered.

Jimin obeyed, scooting back to lay down with head propped up like you’d instructed.

You climbed on top of him, hovering over his body as you began to tie his wrists to the bed frame.

Jimin let out a small whine. He wanted to touch you, to take care of your needs as well, but apparently you had different plans.

“Don’t worry, you won’t be needing your hands.” You said, tightening the final knot.

He tugged experimentally, only to find that the ties left little room for movement.

You went to work on his pants. He lifted his hips to help you shimmy them past his ass and yank them down his thighs, but you left them pooled around his calves, reaching down to palm him through his underwear.

His breath hitched as you stroked him, the fingers of your other hand dancing over his perineum. When he flexed against the restraints, the muscles in his arms bulged and strained.

You pulled the waistband of his underwear down just enough to let his cock spring free, pumping him to get him fully hard. With one hand still wrapped around his length, you grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up so his abs were on display. His stomach was rising up and down rapidly as he breathed.

“You’re gonna hold this between your teeth so I can see this pretty body of yours. If you let go, I’ll have to punish you.” Your voice left no room for interpretation.

Jimin obediently took the cloth in his mouth when you offered it to him, and you could tell by the look in his eyes that he was definitely being affected by you ordering him around.

Suppressing another smile, you reached for the bullet vibrator and pink ribbon that you’d placed off to the side. His cock now fully erect and twitching on his stomach, you used the ribbon to secure the bullet so it rested on his frenum, tying it in a neat little bow.

“Look how pretty your cute little cock looks all wrapped up.” You cooed at him as you stroked his thighs.

Jimin whimpered as you turned the vibrator on the lowest setting.

With a wicked grin, you pushed yourself off the bed and pulled his pants all the way off, tossing them aside. You secured the spreader bar to his ankles so he couldn’t close his legs.

Satisfied with your handiwork, you walked away from him.

Jimin let out a confused whine when you started to tidy up, eyes blown wide as they followed you around the room.

“You just sit tight, Jiminie.” You hummed a quiet tune to yourself as you put away all the scattered dirty clothes, organizing your bookshelves and cleaning the top of your desk.

He grew more and more frustrated by the minute. The vibrations were enough to stimulate him, but not enough to bring him anywhere close to the edge. He tugged on the restraints, twisting and turning on the bed.

At one point, he tried to turn over and rut against the sheets, but you were by his side in the blink of an eye, delivering a sharp thwack! with your riding crop.

“Ah ah ah, lie still.” You commanded as you tapped his thigh with the end of the crop, a silent warning.

Jimin groaned from deep in his throat and threw his head back, but did as you said.

After a few minutes, he was writhing in agony. He needed more, anything at all to end the dull, maddening buzzing. He moaned and whimpered into the cloth clenched between his teeth, trembling and pulsing with desperation.

You finally abandoned your tidying, turning back to stalk towards him, infuriatingly slow.

“Aww,” you murmured. “Is someone feeling needy?”

Jimin squeezed his eyes shut, hissing when you grabbed the base of his dick.

“I’m sorry, baby.” You didn’t sound sorry. “I forgot how much love and attention my Jiminie needs.”

He instantly blushed at the word “my,” reveling in the indication that he was yours.

You leaned forward, intending to check the ties around his wrists, when Jimin abruptly sat up and smashed his lips against yours. He felt your whole body freeze for a split second, and then you were ripping yourself away from him.

Your eyes were wide, staring down at him in bewilderment.

Jimin had a big, smug smile painted on his face. He was clearly very pleased to have caught you off guard.

You sat there stuttering on your own words for a good few seconds; now it was your face that was turning red.

“Charlie, the vampire mistress, taken by surprise? I never thought I’d see the day.” Jimin quipped.

You narrowed your eyes at him. Jimin’s eyes landed on where your fists were clenched at your sides, and he gulped. Maybe that wasn’t such a good idea, he thought.

Before he could spit out an apology, you had harshly flipped him over so he was lying on his side, yanking his underwear down so his ass was completely visible and removing the bullet from his cock.

The crop came down on his left cheek, making him gasp and reel at the sting.

“You must really want to get punished, huh?” You growled, swatting him over and over with increasing force.

“To break one of my rules and pull a stunt like that? Unbelievable, what a brat.”

The sound of leather cracking against his skin echoed through the room, broken only by the occasional whimper and cry of pain. You knew he was enjoying this; his cock was dribbling with pre-cum.

After a while, Jimin’s ass matched the shade of his face: bright pink. His hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat, eyes closed as he bit his swollen lips.

“You try to be in control but give up as soon as praise is in sight, hm?”

He flinched as the crop came barreling down again and again. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

“Charlie...please…” He begged, voice choked with sobs.

“Charlie? Don’t you have any respect for your elders?” You scolded with a particularly hard swat to the back of his thigh.

“Noona! Noona, please…it hurts.”

You checked his ass. It was still pink, not red yet, with no welts or bruises to speak of. You shook your head in feigned disappointment.

“What a whiny baby.” One more hit, and then you were attaching the crop back to your belt. You leaned forward to press your body flush against his, feeling his radiating heat and his rapid heartbeat.

“You did so well, Jiminie. I’m proud of you.” You purred, stroking his hair.

Jimin practically melted at the praise. He nudged his head into your hand like a cat desperate for affection, smiling softly and closing his eyes in content. You trailed your hand down to pet his cheek, humming to yourself.

“Hmm, I love it when you blush. You’re as pretty as a rose, Jiminie.”

He turned an even darker shade in response, shyly averting his eyes to the ground.

“You alright?” You asked.

He nodded, smiling so bright at you that you almost had to blink.

“Don’t stop.” He encouraged you.

With a smirk, you reached up to drag your hand up his chest, slipping your fingers into his mouth.

Jimin moaned around your digits, sucking, slurping as you stroked the roof of his mouth. You pulled them out with a pop and traced his plump lips with your spit-slick fingertips.

“Noona, please untie me.” Jimin begged sweetly, peering up at you with big puppy dog eyes.

“Nope.”

“But I want to touch you.” He was pulling at the ties as he whined.

“Come on, Jiminie, be a good boy.” Your voice held an aura of warning, and Jimin shut his mouth to avoid another punishment.

You tilted your head to the side in thought as you looked at his still-clothed chest.

“Do you like this shirt?” You asked.

“Um, I—”

Too late, you’d already ripped it off.

“I’ll buy you three new ones. And a new watch.” You dove down to plant kisses and love bites all along his smooth chest, traveling upwards until you were buried in the crook of his neck.

“Please, Noona, I need to cum.” Jimin murmured, bucking his hips up into empty air.

You smirked, reaching to the side to grab the ball gag and bottle of lube.

“Open up.” You instructed, and Jimin obediently opened his mouth so you could place the black ball between his teeth.

You’d waited a long time to see those pillowy lips wrapped around a gag, and now you could say with confidence that it was definitely worth the wait.

“Now that you can’t say your safeword, snap twice if you want me to stop. Understand?” You asked.

Jimin nodded.

“Show me that you can do it.”

He snapped twice, and you grinned at his compliance.

“Good boy.”

Jimin watched as you slipped a black glove over your right hand and popped open the cap of the bottle, squirting some of the slippery liquid out onto two fingers. They circled over his rim, prepping him.

He sighed deeply when your other hand started to pump his cock, letting his head fall back against the pillow. Once he was loose enough, you slipped one finger inside, then a second, then you were thrusting steadily.

Jimin let out a long, drawn-out moan.

“What? Does that feel good?” You teased.

He nodded vigorously. He was getting closer and closer to the edge, but once he reached that delicious peak, you halted all stimulation completely.

He sobbed into the gag, squirming and writing.

“You’re so cute when you’re frustrated. I love seeing you all hard, you’re practically dripping.” You teased the tip of his cock, stroking his slit and the underside of his shaft.

This torment continued until Jimin was a trembling, whimpering mess. Spit was leaking out from around the gag and spilling onto his chest, making you point out what a messy boy he was and sending him into a fit of humiliated blushing. His lips were puffy and wet, his Adam’s apple was bobbing in his throat as he struggled to catch his breath. He looked like an absolute wreck. By now he was arching his back, desperately wriggling in his restraints like he could break free with enough tugging.

You decided that enough was enough and that he finally deserved to cum.

With your fingers hitting his prostate with every thrust, you gripped his cock and twisted it in your hand, bringing him to the edge for the last time tonight.

“Cum for me, Minie.” You coaxed, and with that, Jimin let go and spilled all over himself with a squeal.

Once he had calmed down, you released him from his bonds and removed the gag, caressing him.

“You alright?” You asked.

His eyelids drooped as he smiled weakly, nodding and turning to press a kiss to your palm.

“Thank you.” He whispered.

Your heart swelled in your chest as you gazed down at the completely fucked out boy in your lap. Bending down, you brushed his hair to the side to plant a kiss to his forehead.

Jimin was half asleep as you carried him bridal style to the bathroom and placed him in the tub. You filled it up with warm water and cleaned him up, washing his hair as his head lolled back into your massaging hands. You dressed him in sweats and a hoodie after rubbing soothing cream on the tender skin of his ass, helping him settle back under the freshly-changed sheets.

“Can I sleep in here?” He asked in a groggy voice.

“Of course you can, Minie.”

He fell asleep snuggled against your chest.

You were a vampire, you didn’t need to sleep. You usually weren’t calm enough to, anyway. But for the first time in a long time, you were lulled into a cozy trance from Jimin’s steady heartbeat, and before you knew it, you were under.

a/n: thank you so much for reading! i really want to get better at smut writing (i’ve only done it a few times and feel like it’s really repetitive) so pretty please give me some feedback and tell what you thought about this chapter! :D

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[mirkwoodshewolf]

Aladdin Queen fic John Deacon x reader chap. 5; Friend like me

*Author’s note*

Now here comes the moment I’m sure all of you have been waiting for, the appearance of the man, the legend, the God himself, FREDDIE MERCURY AS THE GENIE!!!! Okay so work with me here folks, I don’t care which version of the song you guys listen to, cause I did take one verse from the Robin Williams OG version and place it into here even though I mostly used the Will Smith version of the song for the fic so I leave that up to you all (also you can listen to the song just to help set the mood). 

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I felt something grip the shoulder of my shirt as well as a small hand touching my face.  I groaned and opened my eyes to see Abu standing over me. He chattered and hugged me and I was lifted back up to reveal Carpet.  Soon it all came back to me, the cave exploding, the old man taking the lamp, nearly killing me and me falling back down here into the cave of Wonders.

“Thanks carpet.” He waved his tassel around as he bowed in welcome.  I looked up to see the entire cave was blocked off with sand and rock.  “We’re trapped. And whoever that old guy was, he’s long gone with that lamp.”

It was then Abu stepped over behind a rock and low and behold he took out the lamp.  I gaped at him and choked out Abu.

“Abu….why you hairy little thief!” I grabbed the lamp with my left hand and scratched Abu’s chin with the other.  He leaned into my finger and I stood up and looked at it. “I mean, why go to all this trouble for a simple oil lamp? And more importantly how’s it going to get us out of here?”

Carpet then began to point at the lamp, and I emphasis on pointing, it was like he was urging me to rub it.

“Rub the lamp?” he nodded.  I looked down at the lamp and that’s when I began noticing something strange about this lamp.  It was glowing some sort of blue color. “What the….” I blew the dust away from it and rubbed it.

Suddenly the lamp began to jostle in my hands and glow before it shot out a puff of smoke like a cannon, next thing I knew fireworks began exploding out of the lamp and I know I may sound crazy, but I swear I heard laughter as well.  Finally blue smoke just engulfed around the entire cave and I heard a cry echoing through the cave.

Then as quick as it came, the smoke cleared and there stood just a few feet away from me, a blue man with black hair down to his shoulders.

“Oi, 10,000 years will give you such a crick in the neck! But man does it feel good to finally be out of—” when he turned to face me, he groaned and said. “Ohh great we gotta do this shit again? Okay might as well get it over with.” Suddenly he grew giant size as he floated over me and in a booming, thunderous voice, he spoke as his arms crossed over his chest; “Oh great one that summoned me. Terrible one that commands me. I stand by my oath, loyalty to wishes three!”

I was just in shock as a whimper softly came out of me as my jaw was probably down to the ground at this rate.  He adjusted himself and continued, “I said…..’Oh great’….” He leaned down towards me and using that normal voice he used earlier he asked me, “Darling help me out here where’s your boss? I mean if I wanted to fucking talk to myself I could’ve stayed in the lamp.”

“Uh—uhh…..”

“Hello~ Anybody in there?” he waved his hand in front of me.

“I—” I squeaked out.

“Ahh use your big girl voice.” He playfully scowled me.

“I’m…..talking. To a smoking blue—giant?”

“Whoa, whoa okay first of all back that tractor up. I am no giant, okay I find that incredible racist. I am a djinn. Or in English terms genie but let’s face it djinn sounds more fabulous. Like gin and juice, and I can’t think of anything more fabulous than me!” He went from giant size began to the height he was before but remained floating in front of me. “But back to the subject, the main difference between djinns and giants, is unlike giants, I’m real. So c’mon where’s big boss man?”

“Big boss man?”

“Look dear I’ve been doing this a long time and you know how there’s always a guy. You know he’s cheated somebody, buried somebody. You get my picture right? Where’s that guy?”

“Yeah I know that guy. He’s outside.”

“So it’s just…..” he pulled out a telescope and extended far and wide through the cave before closing it up and making it vanish. “You and me down here?” He then noticed Abu who was hiding behind me leg. “And a monkey. I mean I myself prefer cats as pets but to each his or her own. So you rubbed the lamp?” I nodded. “Oh, okay then. Hey you don’t mind if I stretch it out over here do you dear? Thank you.” He floated just a couple feet away from me and began to stretch himself out.

“Wait did you just ask me if you could stretch?”

“You’re my master.”

“I’m your master?”

“Downward dog!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait hang on. No offense but if anything and I can’t believe I’m saying this but it looks like you would be my master.”

“Well not exactly how this whole genie game works. Whosoever rubs the lamp of the jinn, is bound to by thy jinn’s master till the wish fulfillment is complete.” He said as he now stood on one hand and stretched his other arm towards his back.

“Must’ve hit my head harder than I thought.” I said as I rubbed the back of my head.

“So wait you really have no idea how this works?” He came up to me as he continued, “Genie? Wishes? Lamp? None of that?” I shook my head no. “Oh wow okay that-that-that’s a first for me.” The genie then poofed into smoke before levitating just to the corner of my eye before pointing to Abu proclaiming, “Monkey!”

It was then Abu had a mini-drum set on his back, cymbals in his hand and a kazoo in his mouth.  He then proceeded to clap to a beat, like one of those wind up monkey dolls.  I pointed to him before looking up at the genie but he assured me.

“Oh don’t worry about him, dear, he’s fine.” Abu then began walking which made the drum beat in a single rhythm and the genie proceeded to snap his fingers to the beat while moving his shoulders, while trying to hold back his overbite smile to the beat before singing.

Well, Ali Baba, he had them forty thieves Scheherazade had a thousand tales But, master, you're in luck because up your sleeves You got a genie never fails!

Abu stopped with the kazoo note before the genie proclaimed a whoop cheer.  Carpet stood up clapping with his front tassels as the genie bragged.

“Yep. I’m the best, and outrageous. Cause there’s no one more outrageous than me.” But to be honest to me I still wasn’t fully processing this, so I just awkwardly agreed. “Not enough huh? No worries besides that’s not the real me.”

He pointed to Abu again who shot up along with a puff of smoke up towards a higher rock ledge with a real drum set and he began playing a more upbeat tune.  Carpet playing the maracas as the genie floated around strutting and snapping his head to the rhythm of the tune.  

He grew back to his giant sized self before coming back down on the rocks leaning with his arms crossed over one another.

*Genie*

Here I go Uh, ooh, woo! Back up! Uh-oh! Watch out! Uh You done wound me up! 'Bout to show you what I'm workin' with, uh

He held his hands together before opening them up and I saw a swarm of bandits coming towards me.  I raced down the rocks but I was soon surrounded with swords all pointed at me.  Suddenly I don’t know how but my sleeves began glowing as gauntlets appeared on my arms and I proceeded to beat and knock out every single thief that came my way.

Then as I flipped over the last thief I felt the magic in my sleeves gone but the genie stood beside me and handed me the lamp and did the rubbing motion that I had to do on the lamp so I did and that’s when blue smoke came out and there stood the genie once more.

*Genie*

Well, Ali Baba, he had them forty thieves Scheherazade had a thousand tales But, master, you're in luck because up your sleeves You got a brand of magic never fails You got some power in your corner now Heavy ammunition in your camp You got some punch (pizazz, yahoo) and how? All you gotta do is rub that lamp And then I'll say

He then held a giant serving dish before revealing it to be a giant tent of sorts and I was now in a restaurant like setting. Dozens of workers surrounded me prepping everything up like I had seen in the palace, the genie came up wearing a waiter’s garb and he handed me a menu.

Allah I never knew being this pampered would feel this good.  I then saw a tiny version of genie come up to me ear and I leaned in so that I could hear him before I heard and saw the workers, who were just genie in various clothes of servants and servers all pointing out and proclaiming at me.

*Genie*

Darling, wait, what's your name? Whatever, what will your pleasure be? Let me take your order, I'll jot it down You ain't never had a friend like me

Life is your restaurant And I'm your maître D Come, whisper to me whatever it is you want You ain't never had a friend like me

I managed to slide down out of the restaurant scenery but I was soon surrounded by multiple genies who all had a dish full of sweets and treats all surrounding me.  I was so overwhelmed that I ducked down and tried to escape that chaos.

*Genie*

We pride ourselves on service You the boss, the queen, the shah! Say what you wish, it's yours! True dish How about a little more baklava?

To my left the genie made a long row of beautiful gowns, dresses and hijabs appear.  So I grabbed a beautiful emerald green sari and put it on, while on the other side a long row of jewels appeared.  Necklaces, bracelets, rings, anklets, earrings you name it.  

So I grabbed a matching emerald and silver necklace and placed it around my neck.

It was then I felt my arms raise up and I saw myself being connected to blue magic puppet strings.  I was spun around before I was on a stage of some sorts with dozens of genie backup dancers but I was center stage.  I then felt myself being pranced around on stage, doing outrageous gestures and hand motions while holding a cane and I was banging it against my body in rhythm as I pranced across the stage.  

*Genie*

Have some of column A Try all of column B I'm in the mood to help you, dear You ain't never had a friend like me

Oh! Uh! This the big part, watch out! This the big part, oh!

After that the stage disappeared and the genie appeared behind me and as we pointed to the left I saw another copy of him standing on top of his head but his lower body was spinning around with lights coming out of the pants.  When we pointed in the other direction we saw another genie doing a lasso move with his smoky tail, jumping in and out of the hoop.

Before finally the real genie behind me made a crown that resembled the English king crown appear on top of my head before tipping it off of my head.  He took the hat and pulled a rabbit out of it but with the snap of a finger, the rabbit became a phoenix and flew across the floor in flames.

*Genie*

Can your friends do this? Can your friends do that? Can your friends pull this Out they little hat? Can your friends go-WHOOOOO!!!

From the flames appeared three handsome men. The genie pushed me towards them and I proceeded to dance with each one of them.  Each of them either spun me around or dipped me downwards before they poofed away and I landed on a couch with my head resting on the genie’s lap now.

*Genie*

Well, lookie here Can your friends go, Abracadabra, let 'er rip And then make the sucker disappear?

        He helped me sit up right.  And the two of us sat there casually while a choir of genies appeared behind us. Carpet then handed him a certificate of sorts before the genie then handed me the certificate and I felt us zooming almost at lightspeed forward before we stopped and stood up.

        When we stopped I felt myself fly forward but just before I could fall over to the ground, the genie caught me and spun me around towards his chest.  He then made a long scroll come out of my ear that appeared to be three miles long before he whipped it across the cave and wrapped it around him.

        Finally I got around to telling him my name and I couldn’t help but finally get into this song now.  The two of us then began strutting around and moving around each other before we would jump one by one down the ledge, striking a fabulous pose before finally rocking and strutting our stuff.  

All the while fireworks, lights, dancers, and animals surrounded the entire cave, getting into the act like it was all a marvelous show.

*Genie*

Don't sit there buggy-eyed I'm here to answer all your midday prayers You got me bona fide, certified You got a genie for your charge d'affaires I got a powerful urge to help you out So what's your wish? I really wanna know You got a list that's three miles long, no doubt All you gotta do is rub like so

Darling,

*Me*

(Y/n)

*Genie*

Yes! One wish or two or three Well, I'm on the job, you big nabob You ain't never had a friend,

Never had a friend,

You ain't never had a friend,

Never had a friend You ain't never (never!) Had a (had a) Friend (friend) Like (like) Me! You ain't never had a friend like me!

By the end of it all, everything the genie had made appear vanished except a sign that said applause.  I could hear Carpet applauding and when genie snapped his fingers the sign disappeared as he said.

“So what will it be master? Or in this case mistress?”

“You’re—gonna grant me any three wishes I want right?”

“Well almost, there are a few rules a genie can’t do.”

“Like?” He shrunk down to normal height and said as he sat down beside me.

“Well rule #1; You can’t wish for more wishes, three is all you get. Rule #2; I can’t make anybody fall in love with anybody else. Rule #3; I can’t bring anybody back from the dead. Trust me dear, you don’t want that it’s not a pretty picture.” He shuddered before continuing, “Rule #4; I can’t kill anyone. But other than that…..I can do it all. So c’mon wish us out of here so that I can get in the sun.”

I stood up and went into deep thought about this as Abu came up onto my shoulders.

“Well I’d have to think about it. I mean—there are only three after all. Why are there only three?” I asked as I turned towards him.

“I don’t know, who cares?” He spoke in a high pitched, impatient tone.

“You don’t know? I thought you were all knowing?”

“See that’s where you’re wrong. I never said I was all knowing. I said I was all powerful. The most powerful being in the universe. Whatever I don’t know, I can learn. Why are you playing hard to wish?”

“Limitations? On wishes, huh some ‘all powerful genie’ “I can’t bring anybody back from the dead”. So if you can’t do that, then how can you help me get out of this cave?” I mocked.

Abu chattered in a laughing manner and I said to him.

“Now, now Abu it’s not his fault he can’t do it. Looks like we’re gonna have to find our own way out of here.” As I turned around the genie suddenly appeared before me.

“Excuse me?” He scoffed. “Are you looking at me? Did you rub my lap? Did you wake me up? Did you bring me here? And all of a sudden you’re walking out on me!? Oh I don’t think so, not right now! So you better rub that fucking lamp AND WISH!!” he spoke as he walked right up at me, getting up in my face.  His voice gradually got louder before he ended it on a thunderous note.

I suddenly fell backwards and held my hands up in surrender.  Wow he was pretty scary when he needed to be.

“Okay, okay genie! I wish for you to get us out of this cave.” Then like a flick of a candle, he went from extremely pissed off, to pure joy as he spun around and proclaimed.

“Whoo! She has made her first wish!” He then appeared as some sort of escort as he held out a map and spoke like he was talking through a megaphone or something but it was more muffled and softer. “Thank you for choosing carpets, camels and caravans. Don’t forget to tip your genie on the way out.” He placed the lamp in my hands and he said, “Hang on darling!” he spun around me evoking me in blue smoke.

Next thing I saw was intense light from the sun. We were finally back outside.

“Whoa.”

“Ohh look at this view it’s so—big. I mean cause everything in the lamp is all Brass. Brass, brass, brass. Ohh is that a bit of copper or gold? Nope, brass.”

“So wait, is this magic? Or are you magic?” I asked him.  He shrugged and said.

“We’re kinda a packaged deal. But now it’s time to get down to business.” He placed his hands on my shoulders and next thing I knew, we were flung back and now resting on some chairs underneath the shade.

“Can you warn me before you do that?”

“Ahh don’t worry dear you’ll get used to it.” He shrugged off my answer like it was nothing.

“Okay so do I have to make all my wishes here? Because I mean if I take you back to Agrabah won’t people….”

“Oh no, no, no darling I can totally fit in watch me.” He stood up from his chair and snapped his finger and appeared in human clothing, a long beard that went down to his stomach.

“Right, totally normal.” I said sarcastically. He then changed poses with his left arm in the air and appeared in less baggy clothes, but he still had his blue skin. “Still blue.” He snapped and his skin turned from blue to sun-kissed tan.  He smiled widely and looked down at me.

“Better?”

“Yeah but….not to be rude but must you have the—” I gestured to his teeth and he hmphed and fell back into his chair.

“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t ask about that. I change these teeth and there goes my four range vocals. I mean how do you think I managed that operatic section of the song? My voice is something that not even my magic can replicate. More space in my mouth means more range.”

He then made some grapes appear above him and he took a couple off the vines and he asked me.

“So, whatcha wanna wish for?”

“Well I’d have to think on that.” He hummed.

“You are really not that person, are you?”

“Alright Mr. Smart guy, what would you wish for? And more importantly what’s your name?” as he had taken a bite of an apple he paused to look at me.  He let the apple go and it disappeared and he said sincerely.

“Wow…..no one’s ever asked me those two questions before. Well….I do have a name but I’ve hated it for millennia’s.”

“What is it?”

“Farrokh. But I’ve always wanted to change it to something that felt more—me. A name that won’t define me as being what I appear.” I thought about it and I said.

“Well why not play around the name? I mean you’re definitely not a Stephen or even Sami. How about—Freddie?” He pondered and he said.

“Freddie? Yeah, I think it sounds nice. Love it!” he raised his hands and clapped them together.  “Thank you (y/n) dear.”

“No problem, now what about your wish?”

“Ohh now that’s an easy one. To be free.” He banged on his gauntlets.  I looked at him confused.

“You’re a prisoner?”

“Unfortunately it’s all a part of the whole genie getup. Phenomenal cosmic power! But itty bitty living space.”

“Wow, I never thought djinns lived that way.”

“Yeah. And I don’t mean just going,” he suddenly poofed wearing a butlers outfit and said. “How can I help you?” he poofed away again and appeared tiny and he said as he stood on my shoulder, “Yes my darling what is it?” he then appeared on the table and said, “Welcome to Casa de Freddie how may I serve you?” he then appeared back on the chair back in his disguised form. “Absolute freedom. I wish to be—human.”

“Well why don’t you just wish yourself free?” At that point Freddie began to laugh.

“Carpet!” he called out to carpet.  He turned to look at Freddie stopping in the middle of building some sort of castle in the sand. “Did you hear what she just said? ‘why don’t I just wish myself free?’ Hahaha!” Carpet then began to laugh and that’s when Freddie said to me. “The only way a djinn can be free of his prison, is if his master wishes them out. And the last time that happened was next to uhh—never.”

I stood up from my chair and looked outward until I finally decided.

“I’ll do it. I’ve got three right?”

“Uhh correction you’re down by one. Remember you used your last wish to get us out of the cave.”

“Did I? Or did your temper get us out of there?” I asked skeptically.  He chuckled and scoffed exasperatedly but I raised my brow at him. “Also I thought you said that I had to be rubbing the lamp as I made my wish and last I checked I didn’t.”

“Wow, okay I’m keeping my eye on you clever girl.”

“At least now I can use my third wish to set you free.”

“Here’s the thing about wishes darling,” he sat up on his chair and looked at me. “The more you have, the more you want.”

“That’s not me.” I answered straight away.  He nodded but muttered.

“We’ll see about that.”

“But—there…..” I began to stroke the ends of my hair and twirl it around my finger as I continued, “There is something.”

“Uh-oh. I know that little move anywhere.” He teased. Suddenly Freddie appeared in front of me on his stomach, his chin resting between his palms kicking his feet around playfully as he said, “Who is he? Who’s the boy?” I blushed as I shyly smiled.

“He’s a prince.”

“Aww aren’t they all just Prince Charmings? But they better treat us like Queens, that’s what I always say.”

“No Freddie. I mean he’s actually a prince.”

“Well hold it right there. Remember rule #2; I can’t make anybody fall in love.”

“No, no we already had a connection.” I told him.

“Did they?” Freddie said as he turned to Abu who was scolding like a protective older brother.  Freddie hummed and then turned back to me as I began describing John.

“He’s smart, kind, and—so handsome. His hair is like a rich chocolate, his smile is like a thousand suns and his eyes…..” Freddie breathed out in ecstasy as he said.

“Ohh darling you’re killing me here! You’ve clearly got it bad.”

“Yeah. But he has to marry a…..” suddenly an idea came into my mind. “Freddie can you make me a princess?” At that point, he made a strange face.

He poofed back into his chair and he said to me.

“There’s a lot of gray area in ‘make me a princess’. I could just,” he snapped his finger and suddenly appearing on a rock formation a few feet away was a princess. “Make you a princess?”

“Oh no, no.”

“Yeah then you’d be cuddling with her for the rest of your life. Be specific with your words dear. The deal is in the detail.”

“How did I out here? I wanna go home!” I could hear her whine from afar.  I nodded.

“Got it.”

“But (y/n) what I don’t understand is this; if he already likes you, why change?”

“I already told you, he has to marry a princess.” He nodded and muttered as he stood up.

“Okay, I can do that.” He turned and faced me and continued, “An official wish this time, for those of us that our counting, which now I am.”

“Right, Freddie I wish….” He cleared his throat and pointed to the lamp and mouthed out lamp to me. “Right, sorry.” I grabbed the lamp and began rubbing it. “Alright, Freddie…..”

“Don’t hurt her Freddie!” he exclaimed.

“I wish…..to become—a princess.”

“Back up for me darling I need some room to work. I’m about to fabulize you.” I closed my eyes tightly and I felt him grab a hold of me and the next thing I knew, we were being flung across the sky.

Before finally landing in the middle of the desert just a few miles far enough for us to see the entrance to Agrabah.  

“Little head spinny on re-entry but you good now right?”

“I—think I’m getting used to it.” I said breathlessly. Freddie then went away for a bit by himself as he pondered on my first wish.

“First of all this fez and garb is much too third century. These baggy pants what are we trying to say here, beggar? No, no absolutely fucking not darling. Okay I’m thinking more of a—periwinkle.”

“What’s periwinkle?”

“No, chartreuse.” Freddie claimed as he suddenly made some scissors and a tape measure appear, as well as a pair of glasses and a pencil behind his ear.  He then began doing some work on my and I ended up in a pure black dress that was almost completely embedded with diamonds and sparkles. “Eww no! No! No the form’s all off, the black makes you look depressed. It clashes with your skin tone.”

“This is getting really hot.”

“Yeah black and heat do not mix. No worries darling, I got a plan B. C’mon Freddie work with her here!” He then pulled out some gold fabric as he muttered, “Go gold or go home!”  he worked around me again and this time I was in heavier golden dress and he groaned. “Fuck Freddie you’re slipping. It clashes with the sand. It’s gotta be neutral. C’mon think Freddie, think, think, think you dirty rotter!”

“You sure you got this Freddie?” He then let out a long gasp and he looked like he was about to have some sort of seizure.

“I’ve got it! I just know it!” He then worked on me one last time and soon I had my dress.

It was mostly a pink dress with golden embedding and circular pattern, there was also a mix of bluish-green, it also had a long train in the back.  I also wore a golden strand necklace with five main jewels hanging down around my collar bone in the same color as the patter hidden within my dress with a matching set of earrings, a golden tiara was placed on top of my head with the jewels embedded along it.  Golden heels, and pants underneath the dress.

“Oh! I have done it! And the crowd goes wild! Freddie! Freddie! Freddie is back!” He began to hoot and holler as he zoomed off across the desert, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. “Ohh don’t scald her! Somebody put me out! Someone cool me down! I’m burning up! Woo! I’m back bitches!”

Suddenly a mirror appeared in front of me and I could hardly recognize myself.

“Well, what do you think?”

“It’s—it’s beautiful.”

“Of course it’s beautiful I made it.”

“I—I just can’t believe that this is me.”

“Well, mostly me. I mean I did all the hard work, you just stood there and looked pretty.” Freddie said as he came up to me.

“Wait, won’t people recognize me?”

“Oh don’t be ridiculous darling, that’s the beauty of genie magic. People are seen what they are told to see. You’re perfectly fine.”

“Right. Who am I?” I questioned nervously. Freddie scoffed.

“You’re…..Princess….Ali.” I waited for him to say where I was from but I didn’t get a response from him.

“From?”

“Duh. Ababwa.” He muttered quietly.

“Ah-bub-wha?” He shook his head.

“No, no watch my lips, Ababwa.” He enunciated the place.

“Is that even a real place?”

“What a stupid question, of course it is. All the hottest people go there. Little hot in the summers, mild in the fall, gorgeous view, it’s all in the brochure. I’ll let you read it en route.”

“Right. So how are we gonna get to the city?” Freddie hummed.

“Well can’t ride a monkey.” Abu now knowing he was gonna be next in Freddie’s magic, tried to hide behind Carpet.  “Ah-ah-ah no Abu dear, come back here!” he levitated Abu back in front of us and first made him into a donkey. “Oh no, much to small.”

Abu then slowly phased from a donkey to a camel.

“Ohh good god no. Camels and Princesses do not mix. We need something robust!” He then shifted into a white stallion. “No too cliché, come on bigger!” Suddenly a trunk speared from Abu’s horse face and he then morphed into a giant elephant. “Ha! Now that’s what I’m talking about. And don’t worry Abu, your transformation will only last 24 hours and you’ll be back to your normal self.”

“Abu, you look great.” I said as I walked up to him and he held out his trunk to me.

“She’s got the outfit, she’s got the elephant. But that’s just the beginning my darling. Now, for your entourage.” Suddenly a sandstorm began to surround us and I said.

“Whoa wait, what’s going on? Freddie!”

[hamletandthegang]

Christmas Morning

Hamlet awoke suddenly as his phone beeped. It was early, earlier than he’d like it to be, but there were things to be done. He rolled out of his bed, and threw on some clothes. Hamlet had thought hard about how to give everyone their bracelets. Since he didn’t think it was a very sentimental gift (he was wrong), he wanted to do something special. 

So he got to work. The plastic sack that held the bracelets and colorful balls of yarn was sitting next to his door. He grabbed it and opened the door. A lump of fabric with a ribbon around it hit his foot. He unwrapped it and found that it was a soft black sweater with a white skull on it. The skull had Christmas lights wrapped around it, as did the sleeves. He laughed and read the card attached to it.

Hamlet, Please enjoy this sweater! I hope you like it, it was fun to design. Merry Christmas, Annalise.

Hamlet grinned, placed the sweater on his bed, and ran down the hall like a giddy child. Breakfast would just have to wait.

Ophelia yawned and blinked. It was Christmas! She still got a rush of excitement during the holidays, although she’d never admit it. She spotted something sitting on the stool that stood next to her small desk. Ophelia sprung out of bed and untied the ribbon wrapped around the thing. Holding it up, Ophelia realized that it was a sweater. It was a beautiful pastel blue color, with snowflakes on it. It was made of super soft crocheted yarn. A small note was slipped in the sleeve.

Ophelia, I hope you enjoy this sweater! I had a lot of fun making it. Merry Christmas, Annalise.

Ophelia let out a squeak, and immediately changed into the sweater. She grabbed her polaroid camera and opened her door to go out. But she stopped as she saw a little blue string tied to the handle. Ophelia poked her head out, and stared confusedly at the strings hanging around the hall. Her blue string was tangled in a bright red string, which lead the opposite way down the hall. She stepped out of her room, and her foot hit a small gift that was sitting by her door. She unwrapped the parcel to discover a battery pack and fairy lights! A little note was in it.

Dear Ophelia, These lights can be controlled completely from your phone. Just download the free app connected to them, and they’re pretty fun to mess around with. Have a Merry Christmas ~ Guildenstern

Ophelia grinned, and placed the lights delicately on her desk. Then she walked down the hall, following the blue string attached to her door handle. As she reached the corner, the red string lurched and she heard Rosencrantz whisper, “Shit- Ahh!” And he fell down, completely wrapped up in red yarn. Ophelia laughed, and helped him up. 

“Are you okay?” Ophelia laughed.

“Yeah, just got tripped up. Did Hamlet do this?” Rosencrantz looked at the yarn hung all over the hall.

“I don’t know for sure, but probably. Ooh!” Ophelia ran back to her room. “One sec! I have your gift right in here!” Ophelia grabbed a small book that was bursting at the seams, and skidded to a halt in front of Rosencrantz. “Here!” She handed him the book.

  “Oh wow,” Rosencrantz breathed as he opened the book. “Did you make a scrapbook?”

“Yeah, it has all the pictures that we’ve taken together, and some other stuff.”

“This is so cool!” He exclaimed, flipping excitedly through the scrapbook. “Dude, this is awesome. How long did this take you?

“A little while, but it’s okay! I had so many Polaroid pictures that I didn’t know what to do with, so… yeah.”

“Ophelia, this is literally the coolest thing I’ve ever gotten, thank you so much.”

They hugged, and Ophelia noticed that he was wearing a red sweater that had a reindeer on it saying, ‘Deck yo’ self before you wreck yo’ self.’

“I see you found Annalise’s gift,” Ophelia laughed.

“Oh yeah, it’s great.”

“I love that.” 

“Have a good Christmas, Elsa,” Rosencrantz laughed, pointing to Ophelia’s sweater with snowflakes on it.

Ophelia laughed again, and the two continued down the hall separate ways, each following their colored strings.

Horatio was awoken by a very jumpy Oliver.

“Horatio, wake up! Wake up, it’s Christmas!” Oliver exclaimed, while he shook Horatio. Their parents were going to arrive later that day; they lived far from the castle and Oliver’s boarding school, so Horatio had agreed to take him for a few days. 

Horatio rolled over and yawned. “Okay buddy, just give me a minute. I need to get ready.” Oliver was as ready as he’d ever be. He had his purple pajamas with small dogs on them, and of course his aviator hat was stuffed over his messy white curled mess of hair. 

Horatio walked over to his chair, and curiously picked up what looked like a sweater with a navy ribbon wrapped around it. He unwrapped it and held up the sweater. It was a dark blue color. On the front it had a pun ironed onto it. It read ‘Fa (La)^7.’ Horatio laughed, and put it on. He read the note stuck to it, and realized it was from Annalise. Then he noticed something underneath his sweater. It was a second, smaller sweater. He unwrapped that one, and called Oliver over.

“Hey, look. Annalise made you a sweater.” Oliver gasped and squealed.

“I love it!” He grabbed it, and put it on. It was lavender colored with super soft yarn. It had an image of Snoopy wearing a toboggan and flying on his dog house.

Horatio brushed his hair, and picked up a large brown sack. Grabbing out a small book, he gave it to Oliver, who gave him a hug. It was the third installment of a comic book series that he loved. Inside, it had a little note written on a paper. 

“Alright, buddy. Do you want to help me give the rest of these to my friends?”

Oliver nodded, and they set off. Or they would’ve, if there weren’t two strings tied to their door handle. One was a light purple color, and one was a vibrant blue. They led down the hall, tangled together in knots. 

“What’s this?!” Oliver laughed and jumped around, trying to touch the string. 

“I guess we follow them?” Horatio chuckled, and followed Oliver who immediately started running down the hall on the string’s trail.

After a few minutes, they passed by the kitchen. Oliver stopped and sniffed, smelling the heavenly smells coming from the kitchen. He peeked inside, and then waved Horatio over. He opened the door and looked in, to see Annalise taking some cookies out of the oven. On the counter were trays piled with cookies, brownies, and all sorts of other amazing desserts. 

“Wow Annalise! These are beautiful!”

“Oh, I didn’t see you there. Thank you!” Annalise turned around, wearing a yellow apron. “I hope you guys like your sweaters.”

“I love it so much! Thank you Annalise!” Oliver tackled her in a hug, and she laughed.

“They are great, Anna. Thank you for spending so much time on them.” Horatio gave her a hug, and she allowed them both to sneak a cookie. “I have your gift right here,” Horatio dug in his sack for a few seconds, and reemerged with a copy of The Secret Garden, with illustrated pictures. He had found it at a library near his college a while ago, and knew Annalise would love it.

“Oh my gosh, that’s perfect! Thank you, how’d you know I like it so much?” She looked at the book lovingly, and read the personal note Horatio had stuck in the front. 

“I remembered how much you loved the movie version that one night we watched it together.”

“Oh, thank you!” She gave Horatio another hug, and they continued to follow their strings down the hall.

After a minute, Oliver squeaked and ran down the hall. Sitting on the floor, where the strings ended, sat two bracelets. One was a navy blue, and had an ornate H engraved on it. Horatio put it on, and read the note on it.

Dear Horatio, thanks for getting me through another year. I don’t think I could if you weren’t here. Thank you, and Merry Christmas. Your frei your best fr Your brother  Your friend, Hamlet 

Horatio chuckled, and tightened the bracelet around his arm. Oliver showed him his purple bracelet, and Horatio helped him tighten it around his small wrist.

Horatio turned around when he heard Guildenstern behind him. He was holding a coffee in one hand, and a scrapbook in the other. He waved and headed towards the couch at the side of the hall, where his green string led. He picked up the note, read it, and put on the bracelet. He was wearing a green sweater with a picture of a person looking through a telescope, with glittery stars in the ‘sky’. Annalise strikes again.

“Oh, Guildenstern!” Horatio dug in his bag and pulled out a book. A copy of The Compilation of Galileo’s Notes. He handed it to him, and Guildenstern gasped.

“Oh my God, how did you know how much I wanted this?! I’ve been looking for this for forever!” He said, and immediately started flipping through it.

“I saw you looking at it on your computer,” Horatio laughed.

“Wow, thank you! I have a book for you too, actually,” Guildenstern produced a fat book from underneath the scrapbook. He handed it to Horatio, and he stared at it like it was the holy grail. It was an older, beat up copy of Principles of Mathematical Analysis. 

“You’re kidding, right? Blue Rudin? This is awesome!!” Horatio exclaimed. Guildenstern smiled.

“Oh I’m so glad you like it. I had to ask one of my professors, and he said this would be good.” 

“Dude, thank you so much. This is going on my shelf immediately.” Horatio hugged the book, and Oliver walked over to him.

“Oh, and here’s something for you,” Guildenstern pulled out a small wooden carved plane toy. It had a tiny propellor that spun.

Oliver shrieked. “WOW! It’s so pretty! Thank you so much!”

“Yeah, no problem. I got it at an art fair a couple weeks ago. I hope you like it.”

“This is amazing!” Oliver started flying it around the hall, and ‘shot’ down some bits of string that was hanging down.

“Do you want to come to the Great Hall with us? To the big fireplace so we can all meet up?” Horatio offered.

“Yeah sure, let’s go.”

The trio started off down the hall.

Hamlet sat on a couch, watching the flames dance on the logs of the fireplace. Ophelia’s blue string was tied to the side of the couch, and on it sat the pastel bracelet, next to a white rose. He had picked it out at the grocery store while Ophelia wasn’t looking. He had purposefully placed her string near him so he could give it to her personally. Now he just had to wait. And wait. And before he knew it, he was drifting off listening to the crackling fireplace. He tried to fight it, knowing that she would find him here asleep, but he dropped off all the same.

He started to drift back to consciousness when he felt someone curl up next to him on the couch. He sat up, and saw that it was Ophelia.

“Sorry, I fell asleep-” Hamlet started, but Ophelia stopped him with a kiss his cheek.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind.” She looked at the fireplace. “The rose is beautiful, thank you.”

“Yeah,” Hamlet tried to stop his face from reddening. He had been friends Ophelia since they were kids, and even as they had started dating, he couldn’t stop himself from blushing when she kissed him.

“Merry Christmas, darling.” Ophelia whispered as she nestled closer to Hamlet.

“Merry Christmas,” He said. “Has it been an okay year?”

“Yes, I think it has,” Ophelia replied. “If I could just get my dad to approve of us, that would be nice.”

“He doesn’t approve of a lot of things, I think I’m okay with him not approving of us being together.”

“Yeah, I think I am too. At least we do,” she giggled.

They stayed like that, bathing in the aroma of the crackling logs. At least they did until Oliver poked his head over the couch and between them.

“Hi guys!” He shouted.

“Hello little pilot,” Ophelia grabbed him and pulled him around and into her lap. “Are you having a good Christmas?”

“Yeah! I followed a string until I found this!” Oliver pulled up his sweater sleeve and showed them his new bracelet. “Oh, thank you Hamlet!” He gave Hamlet a hug.

“Yeah, no problem buddy. I’m glad you like it.”

“Oliver! Did you go in here?” Horatio ran in, breathing hard. “There you are! I've told you not to run off like that, you could get lost.” Guildenstern walked in behind him.

“Oh!” Ophelia jumped up from her spot on the couch, and picked up a scrapbook from a stack that she’d brought down from her room. “Here you go, Horatio. It’s a scrapbook of all the pictures we’ve taken together. Hamlet, here’s yours. I forgot earlier.” She handed the boys two books bursting at the seams with pictures and mementos. 

“Wow, Ophelia this is great.” Horatio said, flipping through it mesmerized. 

“Hamlet, I have something for you,” Guildenstern said, digging through his pockets, and producing a small white thing. He handed it to Hamlet, and he threw back his head and laughed when he saw what it was.

“Is this a felt skull? Oh my God, Guildenstern this is hilarious.” Hamlet laughed. 

Annalise walked in with a bowl full of cookies and treats. “Good morning everybody! I hope you guys got your sweaters.” She was wearing a bright yellow band around her wrist just like the others.

“Hey Anna,” Guildenstern handed her a small bee plushie once she had set down her bowl.

“Awwww it’s so cute!” Annalise cooed. She pet it lovingly, and gave Guildenstern a hug.

Rosencrantz ran in last, tightening his bracelet using his teeth because he couldn’t get it with one hand. “Oh, hi guys.” 

Guildenstern pulled Rosencrantz aside, and presented him with a small cooking set. It contained a red apron that said KISS THE COOK in bold letters, a coffee mug, a recipe book, and cutlery set.

Horatio handed out the remaining books that he hadn’t given yet. Ophelia received a color copy of Pride and Prejudice, a book she dearly loved. Ophelia did the same with her scrapbooks, and they all started to talk and laugh, snacking on Annalise’ cookies.

Rosencrantz cleared his throat, and everyone looked up. “Uh, so, I’ve been saying that I didn’t do anything because I didn’t know if I was actually going to go through with it or not. But everything worked out, and I need everyone to come out to the garden just for a few minutes.”

So they all wrapped up in their coats and hats, and followed Rosencrantz out to the garden. He instructed them all to stay there and not look where he was going. So they stood around curiously until the sound of a car pulled up right outside the gate where there was a path that led around the castle grounds.

Rosencrantz appeared outside the gate after a few seconds, and yelled for them to come over. Hamlet opened the gate and everyone filed out, and gasped.

Rosencrantz was leaning up against a beautiful Volkswagen van. It was a light seafoam blue-green color, with incredible drawings on the sides. There were paint splatters that connected to make a huge galaxy swirled across the whole van. Annalise walked up to Rosencrantz and gave him a high-five. 

The group was stunned. They stood there, staring at the van in awe.

“Rosencrantz,” Ophelia asked quietly, “How did you afford this?”

“Oh,” Rosencrantz looked away, “I’ve wanted to get one for forever, and I had some money saved up from my job at the coffee shop, so, yeah. Now we won’t have to borrow the castle’s stuff whenever we want to go somewhere.” 

“Dude,” Hamlet said, “This is awesome.”

“Do you guys want to see the inside?” He asked, and opened the doors. The others crowded around to see. The inside had two rows of seats, a bench seat in the very back, and one in the middle which could be pulled down to make a bed. Over the back row was a compartment which was padded in case someone needed to sleep, but mostly would just keep luggage. There were two removable seats right behind the driver’s seat and the passenger’s seat, with a shelf installed between them. In all, the van would seat nine people. The inside was white and clean, and ready to be personalized.

After the van had been fully explored, the group went back inside. They spent the rest of the day feasting and being together. It was a good Christmas.

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Chaos Theory Part 9

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Reader, Harry Potter x Reader, Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 6316

A/N: Ahh okay this week is going to be super busy for me!! I have two more chapters that I want to release before Christmas, and two more Young gods chapters as well!! It’s going to be a challenge, but I think I can make it. I’m not actually all that happy with this chapter, but it’s important so it’ll have to do. Anyway, enjoy <3

Chapter Nine:

On the morning of the first task, you hardly sleep a wink.

You had watched as the room had gone from complete darkness to those misty, almost whimsical shades of blues and greys without really appreciating it. Instead, you had laid awake in bed, marinating in your own thoughts and anxiety.

In a few hours, your best friend and your sort of boyfriend would be fighting a dragon, and the kind of dread that grows from that is like a fungus spreading across your scalp; it’s uncomfortable, nauseating and terrifying all at once.

The gravity of this entire ordeal has never felt heavier as you lie on your back, staring up at the ceiling, sliding the beads on your bracelet round and round in tight, little circles. You feel like your stomach is climbing its way up your throat, a greasy wave of nausea puttering around at the back of your mouth as you pray to any god that’s listening for Harry’s protection.

Sirius’ words come back to you, whispering in your ear, haunting you as you lay on your back gripping the bed sheets; All I know for certain is that whoever put your name into the Goblet did it for a reason…

You blink, scratching hastily at your wrist. If someone really, truly was going to attack Harry during the Tournament, you would have to do everything in your power to stop them, to ensure Harry was safe, to protect, not only Harry, but those around him like Hermione and Ron and Cedric, even Fleur and Victor, they were all at risk here...

Nightshade crawls up your bed and nestled herself under your arm in a comforting sort of way, purring loudly. You absentmindedly scratch her head, staring blankly at the ceiling as you try to calm your racing thoughts.

It’s a task that is easier said than done in your experience.

Beside you, you hear a soft sigh issue from Hermione’s bed. You wonder, vaguely, if she’s had difficulties sleeping, too. Perhaps she was losing sleep agonising over this, too, turning restlessly in her bed as the minutes rolled by. 

You both were invested in this as much as Harry and Cedric were; both of you had spent hours helping Harry with his Summoning Charm and - without anyone knowing of course - you had offered to help Cedric with his task. Cedric, being the noble and fair hearted boy that he is, refused to drag you into something that could get you into trouble, but you made sure the offer would still stand, regardless.

Peering through a crack in your curtains, you notice that the curtains surrounding Hermione are still drawn. Gently prodding Nightshade on her tummy, you peel yourself away from your bed and tip toe across to hers, tugging gently on the curtain.

“Hermione?” You whisper, softly, so as to not wake the sleeping forms of your dorm mates, “Are you awake?”

“Yes,” Hermione replies, gently, “Yes I’m — I’m awake.”

You bite down on your bottom lip and carefully open the curtains, poking your head in through the gap.

“Can I...can I come in?” You murmur, sheepishly. Hermione smiles benignly and pats the side of her bed. You crawl in beside her and she pulls you into a warm embrace.

“Worried about Cedric and Harry?” She asks, though it’s more of a statement than a question.

You nod and she squeezes you a little tighter, comforting you without using words, “Aren’t you?”

Hermione pauses, hesitating. You crane your neck to peer up at her and she bites down on her bottom lip. When she speaks, her voice is so soft, it’s almost like a breath of fresh air, “No, I’m not worried...I’m terrified.”

The two of you lay in silence, holding each other close and watching as the light in the room begins to change, getting thicker and warmer, bathing the room in bright, golden light. It’s a stark contrast to the cold dread that drips down your spine like stalactites, but the warmth blossoming between you and Hermione as you lay silently in her arms is enough to distract you from your own thoughts.

Right now, it’s all you need to drift off into a light doze, allowing yourself to relax in your best friends arms for a fleeting moment. 

***

When you wake up again, it’s 8am and the spot beside you has grown cold.

You blink lazily; your eyelids feel like sandpaper grazing against your eyeballs. Your body yearns for more sleep, but you know you can’t...not yet...not until the first task is over...

Stifling a yawn behind your fist, you peel yourself away from Hermione’s bed and dress into your school uniform rather sluggishly. After ensuring that you look somewhat presentable, you manage to drag yourself away from your room, down the stairs and out of the common room, mindlessly greeting your friends as they pass. Neville had even tried to strike up a conversation, but you weren’t in the right frame of mind to carry it.

It’s almost like you’re about to throw yourself at a fire-breathing dragon instead of Harry and Cedric; it certainly feels that way. Your stomach feels like it’s been transfigured into a lump of cold steel as you walk toward the Great Hall, not even caring where you’re heading. The fear is persistent and determined to tear the last shreds of your hope and optimism from your rib cage like some sort of hungry, wild beast.

You’re so caught up in your thoughts, you don’t even realise you’ve arrived at the Great Hall until you’re standing in front of Harry and Hermione.

“(Y/N)?” Harry says, softly, your name on his lips drawing you out of yourself.

You blink once, twice, thrice, noting the similar expression Hermione and Harry are wearing. They stare at you carefully, as though they’re afraid you might shatter before their eyes.

Does everyone really think I’m just pretty and emotional?

Irritation bites into you but you let it slide, biting down on the inside of your cheek and feeling the flesh swell in response as you drop into the spot next to Harry.

“How did you sleep?” You ask Harry, pushing your fears aside as you stare into his nervous, green eyes.

“Horribly,” Harry grumbles, playing idly with his food, “But at least I have a plan. Let’s hope it works.”

“I’m sure it will, Harry,” Hermione coos, softly.

“You were loads better at the summoning charm last night,” you piece together a gentle smile you hope looks reassuring.

“About that...” Harry begins, awkwardly, “Uh - thanks for helping.”

“Well, of course,” Hermione snips as though it were the most obvious fact in the world, “We’re your best friends, Harry. We’re here for you!”

You reach under the table and cover his hand with yours, thumbs tracing the smooth hollows between his knuckles. Harry stiffens for a brief, fleeting moment, hesitating before he relaxes into your touch like water flowing around a river stone. He raises his troubled gaze from his plate to your eyes, and for the first time, you see genuine fear creeping into them. 

At that moment, all the veiled secrecy that has been welling between the two of you doesn’t matter. Harry could have all the secrets he wants but that will never change how you feel about him. He’s your best friend, now and always, and you will do anything to help him, protect him, support him.

“Always,” you breathe, so gently you’re not sure if he’s heard you. Harry dispels your doubts with a half-hearted smile. He intertwines your fingers.

They stay interlocked for some time, hidden beneath the table like a shared secret and a promise of comfort, breaking apart only after breakfast concludes and you’re both forced to untangle your fingers and start toward your first class. On your way to History of Magic, you spot Cedric and his group of friends chatting excitedly as they head toward their own class, and you excuse yourself from Harry and Hermione, rushing toward Cedric.

“Cedric,” you call, and he spins around at the sound of his name, a dazzling smile filling his lips when he spots you.

“(Y/N)” he beams as you approach him, eyes shimmering like morning stars.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Troy Hammond greets, cheerily. You high five Troy, exchanging quick pleasantries with him before turning to Cedric.

“Can I talk to you for a moment?” You ask, ignoring the teasing chortles of Cedric’s friends.

“Of course,” Cedric smiles reassuringly.

“But we have Transfiguration first up,” Troy says, “McGonagall will be pissed...”

“I’m sure she’d be willing to forgive me if I choose to let off some steam before my first task,” Cedric replies, smoothly, the edges of his lips quirking a little. Troy arches a brow.

“I see what’s happening,” Troy smirks, glancing between the two of you and nudging his friends, “(Y/N) Arden is leading our sweet, innocent Cedric astray!”

Cedric rolls his eyes as his friends burst into teasing laughter, “Ignore them, (Y/N). They’re just jealous they can’t have you...”

Troy shrugs, “I mean, you’re not wrong. I’ll be the first to admit that - when Golden Boy Cedric here started ranting obsessively about you - I was a bit jealous.”

Cedric flushes an adorable shade of pink, “I was not ‘ranting obsessively!’”

“Please, Cedric,” one of Cedric's friends pipes up. You recognise her as Kamala Siad, “The way you were talking about her, I thought you were going to propose!”

You bite your lip, warmth blooming beneath your cheeks. Cedric rolls his eyes again, his cheeks the same, romantic tint of pink as a burning sunset.

“Whatever. I’m going to go help (Y/N) now...”

Before his friends can think up any more witty remarks, Cedric takes your hand and leads you away.

“I think you may need some new friends,” you giggle as you arrive in the rose gardens, his hand still snuggly wrapped around yours.

“Tell me about it,” he groans, wincing. You smile softly at Cedric, gazing up at him and admiring for the millionth time how handsome he looks when he’s embarrassed.

“Is it true, though?” You ask, voice gentle against the autumn breeze, “Do you...do you talk about me to your friends a lot?”

Cedric interlaces your fingers with his; they fit together like two pieces of the same heart. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze, smoothing the pad of his thumb over the pressure point between your thumb and index finger.

“I can’t deny that I’m constantly thinking about you,” Cedric’s eyes sparkle as though they contain all the secrets of the universe, “So...maybe it does slip out every now and again.”

You catch your bottom lip between your teeth and nibble down on a goofy grin, cheeks warming like sunlight on a cold day. He gazes into your eyes, pupils like obsidian against glittering sapphire, his smile pulling back to reveal a row of perfectly even, white teeth.

Such a beautiful smile...

“So...” Cedric begins, slowly, “Was there anything you wanted to talk about?”

“Not really. I just...I wanted to see you before the - uh - first task...”

Cedric nods in understanding, averting his gaze to a nearby tree, his smile faltering for the briefest of moments. Fear and anxiety flit across his expression, passing like a shadow before he composes himself. You give his hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze and Cedric catches your gaze again.

“I appreciate it,” he murmurs, a genuine smile playing on the edges of his lips, “Really, I do. Every moment I spend with you makes me stronger.”

He pulls you into a hug and you sigh against his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist. His lips brush against the crown of your head, planting a long kiss to your hair and breathing you in like oxygen. After a long moment, you pull away, keeping your hand in his, and Cedric points at something in the tree.

“Ravens,” he smiles, and you follow his gaze. Sure enough, two ravens are perched on the branch. For a moment, you get a strange feeling that they had just been watching you, but the feeling vanishes when Cedric continues, “They mate for life, y’know...”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. In most cases, they’re so loyal to their mate that if a female’s mate dies, she won’t find another male partner again. Ever.”

You glance back at the two ravens, now playing with each other in the tree. One of them stops, as though realising it’s being watched, and cocks it’s head at you, it’s beady, black eyes clashing with your own.

You turn away, staring up at Cedric, “That’s kind of romantic, in a weird way...”

“I think it’s sad,” Cedric muses, “I mean, That’s the last thing I’d want for my wife or partner. I’d want them to be happy, y’know...”

You turn back to Cedric, wondering what you’d do if Death took him away from you in the same way it took your mother away. You squeeze his hand a little tighter, as though trying to protect him from Death’s grip.

“Kind of morbid, don’t you think?” You mumble, anxiety sprouting between your ribs like weeds.

Cedric chortles and pulls you to his side, slinging an arm over your shoulders, “You’re right. Let’s change the subject.”

The two of you begin to amble down a gravel path, breathing in the scent of roses that blossoms in the autumn air.

“About the Tournament...” you start, anxiously, “I know that Harry didn’t put his name in the Goblet of Fire.”

Cedric raises his brows, “Did you see someone else put it in?”

You chew your bottom lip, “Well, no.”

“Do you have any evidence?”

“....no” you mumble, sheepishly, and Cedric nods.

“How do you know, then?” Cedric asks, gently and unassuming, in a way that passes no judgement in your faith but just out of sheer curiosity.

You stare at Cedric, watching as sunlight streams through his hair and catches in his lashes, bringing out startling hues of blue and grey.

“I just know,” you murmur, “I just...I trust Harry. We’ve been through a lot together so I-I know when he’s lying and - and Cedric, he isn’t lying about this. I think someone put his name in the Goblet so they could plan an attack on him without it looking suspicious.”

Cedric nods again, slowly, as though chewing your comments up and dwelling on them.

“I’ll keep an eye on him for you,” he says, “Make sure he’s okay out there.”

You nearly choke on a sob of relief, lashes fluttering as your heart sings for him, like straining strings to a violin only he knows how to play.

“You would do that?” You breathe, biting your lip. Cedric raises a hand to your cheek, cupping it gently. A comforting, homely warmth tingles beneath his hand as his fingers splay across your skin.

“I’d do anything for you,” he murmurs, “Besides I couldn’t just abandon someone who needs my help.”

Your lips spread into a wide smile, tears pricking the spot behind your eyes as you stare at this boy who would risk it all for you, for your friends, for anyone who needs a helping hand, and you can’t help yourself as you throw your arms around his neck and reach up to the tips of his toes, ready to crash your lips together in a kiss that you’ve dreamt about in every single honey-glazed dream you’ve had of him-

“Miss Arden! Mr Diggory!”

You and Cedric jerk apart. Professor Sprout is standing beside you, dirt-stained hands on her hips. A hint of a smile plays on the corners of her lips, as though she were trying to fight back her amusement.

“Professor Sprout!” You exclaim in embarrassment and surprise, “Um we were just-”

“Consoling Hogwarts champion before the first task,” Professor Sprout interrupts, now not bothering to hide her smile, “I understand he must be feeling quite nervous at this stage...”

Cedric runs a hand through his glossy, brown hair, “Erm...yes. Yes, I am.”

Professor Sprout turns to you, a warm kindness in her large, brown eyes, “Well, I believe offering emotional support to a fellow student is worthy of some points. Ten points to Gryffindor,” her eyes sharpen slightly as her voice suddenly goes stern, “But I suggest that you don’t do this again, in case myself or another Professor aren’t feeling so...generous.”

You and Cedric glance at each other, biting down on a broad grin. Cedric winks at you when Professor Sprout isn’t looking. Professor Sprout stares at you expectantly.

“Well,” she prompts, impatiently, “Off you go, back to class.”

You give Cedric’s hand one last squeeze, a silent bid for good luck, and reluctantly pull away from him. Cedric starts to leave but Professor Sprout stops him.

“Not you, Mr Diggory. I’d - I’d like to have a quick word with you.”

You glance over your shoulder at Cedric, grinning at him. He beams back at you, and as you leave the rose garden, you can’t help but smile as you feel his eyes following your movements.

***

“I’ve been thinking about what you said, and I think you’re probably right...”

You blink at Ron, unsure if you heard him correctly. It’s possible that you misheard; the hum of excited chatter buzzing in the air around the make-shift stadium is loud enough to drown out Rons murmured confession, but by the look on his face, your doubts are instantly dispelled.

“You mean about Harry?” You ask, and Ron nods sheepishly.

“Maybe he - erm - didn’t put his name in...”

Ron trails off, but you can tell by the way his lips quirk that he wants to say more, “But...?”

Ron sighs, “But...”

“(Y/N)!”

Someone is calling your name. You glance around, scanning the hundreds of faces until you spot Fred Weasley sidling toward you.

“Hey,” you try to smile, but your sick on nervous energy that putters around at the pit of your stomach. Though the smile on Fred’s lips is enough to settle your nerves for a few, fleeting moments.

Fred nods at Ron, “What’s up, prat?”

“Nothing much, git.”

Fred ruffles Rons hair and Ron wrenches himself away, smoothing down his messy hair, disgruntled. They bicker in a brotherly fashion, tossing insults at each other as you sit between them, and you find your gaze drifting, thoughts running away from you.

You bite your bottom lip, staring out at the arena where Harry and Cedric will be fighting their dragons. You can almost imagine it; the ash on your tongue and the smoke in your nose, a scream trapped in your lungs and the nail-biting intensity of your anxiety clawing away at the base of your spine like some sort of hungry beast. The next couple of hours are not going to be fun.

“You looking forward to the Tournament?” Fred asks, signature smirk curving deviously across his lips. You scowl at Fred, provoking a laugh from the twin. He throws his hands up in mock surrender and your expression softens a little, “Fine, that was a dumb question.”

“You said it,” you grumble, stifling a smirk.

“I guess I’d be feeling the same if both of my boyfriends were competing against each other.”

Your eyes snap back to Fred, sharpening into an incredulous stare, “What are you implying, Fred Weasley...?”

“Nothing,” Fred shrugs, “I’m just looking out for my brother.”

You furrow your brows at Fred, glancing at Ron briefly, only to find him wearing a similar, perplexed expression as you. When Fred doesn’t continue or explain, you decide to let the comment slide by unattended to.

“Where is George, by the way?” You ask, glancing around.

“Selling snacks,” Fred replies, simply.

“Oh, are you going to start selling shirts, too?” You ask, tone sardonic, and Fred barks a laugh.

“I love it when you’re feisty,” Fred chortles, grinning, and you roll your eyes at his teasing remark, “And you raise an interesting point. We could start selling t-shirts, we’d get loads from those...”

You shake your head, biting the side of your cheek to stop yourself from smirking at Fred’s sarcasm.

“Profiteering from the chaos,” Ron grumbles, “Why am I not surprised?”

“I’m surprised by your lack of surprise.”

You can’t help the laugh that slips from your lips as you regard him fondly in the sunlight.

“You and George always find ways to cheer me up, you know?”

Fred shrugs casually, “I suppose our natural charm is difficult to resist. Ah, speak of the devil!”

You follow Fred’s gaze and spot George at the end of it, shouldering past people before dropping down beside you.

“Hey!” he grins, reaching across to fist bump you, and you pound fists, laughing as George makes exploding sound effects, 

“So what’s a pretty girl like you doing here with these two imbeciles?” George grins, ignoring the way Fred groans and Ron opens his mouth in silent protest.

“It’s not by choice,” you quip, teasingly smirking at Fred.

“It never is,” George sighs, then leans in close to whisper in your ear, “I suggest you run for it while you still can. By the way, I saved you a couple of bags of treats,”

George tosses a bag of treats at Ron’s head and it bounces off his forehead, tumbling to the ground.

“Oi!” Ron snaps, disgruntled, as you, Fred and George laugh at his expression. George drops a bag into your lap and you thank him with a flash of a smile, fiddling with the string that ties it together.

“Where’s Hermione?” George asks, scanning his surroundings for her.

“She’s with Harry,” you murmur, leaning forward, “I’m going to go see him afterwards.”

Ron shifts awkwardly in his seat, no doubt uncomfortable with the reminder of his continuous fight with Harry.  Fred claps a hand on his knee and springs to his feet, thinking quickly.  

“I’m going to find Lee and you’re coming with me, Ron,” Fred orders, dragging Ron out of his seat. Ron glances back at you, bewildered and perplexed, and you give him a helpless shrug and an apologetic look.

George slides closer to your side and drapes an arm across your shoulders.

“You alright?” George asks, surveying you with a touch of concern, “You’re looking a little...”

“I look a little what?” You ask, expectantly, almost daring George to finish his sentence.

“Nothing,” he murmurs, “But all I’m saying, is that - if you’re feeling nervous - don’t be. I’m sure Harry is quite capable, it’s what he volunteered for after all...”

“No, he didn’t,” you snip, firmly.

"You still believe that he didn't put his name in the Goblet himself, huh?"

“Merlin what is with you boys,” you snap, angrily, “First Ron, then Cedric, now you...”

George shrugs, “Well, how did his name get in there?”

You sigh. There’s something about saying the question out loud that makes it infinitely more difficult to answer, “I don’t know, George. I just know Harry wasn’t the one who put it in there...”

George studies you for a moment, eyes sweeping over every detail on your face, and you resist the urge to squirm under his intense scrutiny. He seems to be hesitating, biting his tongue in a way you had never seen the twins to do before.

“What is it with you and Harry?” George asks, rather bluntly.

You flush, cheeks warming uncomfortably, “Nothing...”

“Oh, because of whatever’s going on between you and Cedric?”

“Maybe...”

George nods, smirk strained at the edges, like he’s trying to tack it over his lips to hide all the words he’s struggling to say.

“You know, I’m happy for you. Cedric’s a great guy...”

You tug on your bottom lip bashfully, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His name has such a profound effect on you like it’s a charm designed to bewitch your heart and fill your chest with millions of butterflies.

“He is...” You breathe, smiling broadly as you reflect on the morning you had spent with him.  

“Yeah...almost too good, if you know what I mean...”

You turn to George, brows knitted in confusion as you stare at him, “What’s that supposed to-?”

Click

The sound of a camera capturing the moment in a photograph rings in the air surrounding you and George, drawing your attention away from his peculiar comment to Noah Underwood, who had just snapped the unexpected photo. You shoot him a glare and he shrugs, impassively.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, “It looked interesting. Don’t mind if I use it for the paper? Everyone will probably love to see a picture of their famous writer in the school newsletter.”

You shrug nonchalantly and George flashes a wicked grin.

“Sure,” George grins, “Do you want an actual photo of us posing?”

Noah gives a small shrug, watching as George angles himself toward the camera and draws an excitable expression across his face. You rearrange your face into a friendly smile, forcing yourself to relax. Noah’s camera flashes again once, twice, thrice, before he lowers the device and gives a firm nod. You frown at Noah, noticing the name scribbled into the side of the camera.

“So...you found your camera?” You ask, and Noah glances up at you before returning his gaze to his camera.

“Nah, this is just another one I bought last year,” Noah murmurs, not bothering to look up as he fiddles with his camera.

“Oh,” You bleat, “ By the way, Noah, this is my friend, George. George, this is Noah.”

Noah’s sharp, black eyes flick to George, gaze sweeping up and down as though assessing him, before turning back to you, “I know who he is.”

“See, (Y/N), I’m already so famous, I don’t even need an introduction,” George jokes, lips splitting and curling into a teasing grin. Noah rolls his eyes.

“Well, see you around,” Noah mutters, his eyes holding yours for a brief moment before flitting to George one last time. He scowls and sighs, striding away with fluid, easy movements.  

“That kid is strange,” George murmurs in an undertone, watching Noah’s retreating form as he shrinks into the crowd.

Hermione arrives moments later, hurrying towards you with a look of concern and urgency. She drops beside you, utters a mumbled greeting to George, and leans in close to you.

“Harry’s ready to see you whenever you are,” she whispers, glancing at George, and you nod, sliding yourself out of George’s arm and heading off toward the tent.

As you approach it, Bagman’s voice booms through the air, echoing across the make-shift stadium as he addresses the crowd. As you pass several people, you spot Cedric looking more worried than excited, a slightly green tinge to his usually perfect complexion. You catch his eye and flash him your warmest, most genuine smile and Cedric visibly relaxes, fighting his own feelings of anxiety by flashing you a boyish smile, tight-lipped from nerves. He’s whisked away before you can even approach him, and, moments later, the roar of the crowd tears through the air as Cedric makes his appearance.

Finally, you arrive at the tent and slip past the folds, beaming when you spot Harry in the far corner.

“(Y/N)!” Harry practically sings, striding toward you. Fleur Delacour and Viktor Krum barely pay you any mind as you throw your arms around Harry, squeezing him tight in what you hope is a comforting hug. You sigh his name against his ear, burying your head in the crook of his neck as he holds you close, “Merlin, I’m so glad you’re here.”

“I wasn’t lying when I told you I’d always be here for you this morning,” you murmur, untangling yourself from his arms.

Harry gives a half-hearted smile, though it looks dim compared to the radiant smiles his lips usually pull into.

“Can you - I mean - I was wondering if you could stay with me until...” Harry breaks off, glancing shyly at his feet.

“Of course, Harry,” you smile gently at your best friend, placing a hand on his shoulder, “Always. Remember?”

Harry nods and leads you toward a cot he had been sitting on. The two of you sit in tense silence, listening to the crowd clap and cheer and Bagman’s commentary. Harry’s stoic expression remained somewhat calm, despite the challenges that lay ahead of him today, and you couldn’t help but marvel at how composed he seems, compared to your constant cycle of worry.

Harry was always good at putting on a brave face. He had done so whenever the four of you embarked on your adventures, always the first to lead the way. Nobility and chivalry were two of the many defining characters that Harry had, but his Gryffindor courage was perhaps his most commendable.

Still, you can’t stop yourself as you reach forward with a trembling hand and grasp his hand, squeezing it tightly as you listen to Cedric, then Fleur, then Viktor fights their dragons. And when the whistle sounds and the crowds fall silent in anticipation, you find that your muscles don’t want to let go.

Harry reluctantly breaks away from you, though your hand still latches onto his. As he moves to pull away, you give one last desperate tug, gazing up at him fearfully.

“Please, Harry, please be careful.”

Harry nods solemnly, green eyes wide with fear, and before you know it you’re flinging yourself into his embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck, paving a path through his dishevelled, black hair with your fingertips, clinging to him like you don’t want to let go. He holds you as though you were anchoring him, afraid to plunge into the depths of his own uncertainty and fear, and you want to stay like this forever and ever, wrapped in each other as you stand on the brink of uncharted territory, but then you remember yourself and you untangle yourself from his arms, pulling away.

And as Harry leaves the tent, you can’t help but feel like he’s carrying your bounding heart with him.

***

Your best friend and your sort-of boyfriend tie in the first task of the Tournament, and you couldn’t be more thrilled.

Honestly, it’s more relief than it is excitement; it only took a fight with a Dragon for Ron to see reason and apologise to Harry, thus ending their feud and reuniting the ‘Golden Quartet’, as the four of you are so commonly called. Just knowing that the four of you are no longer divided is enough to leave you grinning goofily and floating on air as you make your way toward the Gryffindor common room, Ron’s arm draped lazily across your shoulder.  

“Honest to Merlin, if you two fight again, I’m smashing your thick heads together!” you say on your way back from the Owlery, earning a snort from Harry and a laugh from Ron, “Seriously, guys, don’t ever put me through that again or I might just break down and have a premature mid-life crisis. The three of you have already put me through enough with your little secret conversations!”

The air shifts into hesitation and awkwardness, and for a moment, you think you may have rained on their victory parade. The feeling leaves you, though, when the four of you enter the common room and greeted with boisterous cheers that are so loud, they nearly blow you over.

The common room has been decorated with banners (drawn by Dean Thomas, you recognize the art style). The food table is filled with cakes and sweets, the air shimmers with fireworks set off by Lee Jordan, a dance floor has been set up in the middle of the room, and the atmosphere hums with indisputable excitement at Harry’s victory.

“I’m going to get us some drinks,” Hermione shouts over the crowd and heads toward the drink stand.

“And we’re going to dance,” you exclaim, grinning broadly as you snatch the golden egg from Harry and hand it to Lee, who nearly buckles beneath it’s weight. Pushing through the crowd of people swarming toward Harry, you drag Harry and Ron toward the dance floor.  

Harry pauses on the outskirts of the dance floor, hesitant, “(Y/N)…”

You roll your eyes at Harry, “Harry, you just fought a fucking dragon. I think you deserve this…”

Harry glances around sheepishly, but Ron playfully shoves him toward you and he stumbles onto the dance floor.

Music floods the room, soaking into your skin and gushing through your veins. You can feel it fill every cell in your body, controlling your movements as you laugh and swing your hips to the rhythm. Ron bops along, cracking jokes at your lack of coordination, and you roll your eyes at him.

“And what exactly are you doing, Ron? The Oompa Loompa dance?”

Ron’s brows knit together in confusion at your reference.

“Hermione never told you about Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory?” you ask, and Ron shakes his head, “Never mind. It was a muggle movie based on a book.”

Hermione finds you on the dance floor, holding two cups of butterbeer while another two cups float beside her. She hands them out to the three of you, and you all take a swig.

“You guys have fun, I’m going to be over there–”

“Oh, no,” you say, grinning devilishly, “You’re dancing with us, Hermione Granger.”

“No I’m not!” Hermione says, swiftly.

“Yes, you are,” you insist, firmly, “We’re dancing together, and we’re not arguing about this a moment longer.”

Hermione scowls, but her expression melts away when Ron takes her hand and yanks her into the circle.

“No point arguing with her,” Ron says over the music, “Just have some fun, Hermione! We’re celebrating Harry’s victory!”

Hermione’s cheeks flush pink as she sighs, her posture relaxing as she hesitantly begins to dance. Soon enough, she begins to lose herself in the music, and the four of you dance in a circle, laughing while the world revolves around you.

It hardly feels like the past few months have happened as you as the four of you dance away the stress and anxiety that had perched on your shoulders like a menacing demon. Normalcy settles in, tearing through the tension pounding against your ribs. You want to bottle these moments and smear them on your wrists like a fine perfume.

You glance at Harry and find his eyes already on you, drinking you in like fire whiskey. Beaming and intoxicated on liquid adrenaline, he resembles the same Harry you had sat across from in Fred and George’s treehouse in the summer holidays. Bold and brilliant and beautiful, relaxed and gazing at you as though you were the only star in his midnight sky.

You dance toward him, leaning into him, and wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close as the two of you clumsily waltz together. You breathe him in, registering the scent of smoke and butterbeer and life, a kind of fragrance that not even the richest of wizards could afford, because it’s Harry and he’s here, in your arms, his hands resting on your waist, wrapping around you and holding you like he’s afraid you might fade to dust…

“I love you, (Y/N),” he murmurs into your hair, like a secret made just for you, the words tingling in your ears and kissing the scars on your heart, “I always have, and I always will.”

You pull away from him, tears welling in your eyes, to find Harry smiling warmly at you. His lips are pulled into a smile worth more than any diamond necklace, more than all the stars strung together in the sky.

“I love you, too,” you whisper, “You’ll always be my best friend…always.”

Harry’s smile falters a bit, trembling at the corners, but then it fills out again graciously, “I know.”

The two of you sway to the rhythm, letting it wash over you like a wave as you cling to Harry and Harry welcomes you into his embrace. Neither of you moves with any precise movement, you just allow the music to sweep you away, like leaves in a breeze, following the beat and allowing it to pulse through you, puppeteer your movements, your mind drifting away from you like clouds as your body moves on its own accord.

Nothing has ever felt so natural before, so reassuring in a way that cannot be translated into words. Harry seems to realise this, too, as every now and then he squeezes your waist as though to remind himself that you’re in his arms, not someone else's, and if you weren’t so relieved, you would have thought that was odd. Instead, you allow yourself to be carried away with the moment, collecting every minute of it like seeds and scattering it in the meadow inside your ribcage.  

You know it won’t last forever. Harry is going to have to break away at some point, and he will have to talk with the other Gryffindors, listen to them congratulate him on his victory, and ask about that egg. But perhaps that’s the beauty of it. Perhaps that’s why it makes moments like these so precious; because they don’t last forever, so you have to cling to them while you can.

With this in mind, you push away the secrets that had been building up between the two of you, the strange conversations with Ron and Hermione and the odd looks that Harry had occasionally cast your way. Instead, you focus on this single moment in time, this one that you may never get back, and you hug him, hold him tighter, keeping him trapped in your arms like a bird in a cage, like your bounding heart locked away in your chest. 

In Harry’s arms, you dance the night away, oblivious to the pair of ancient eyes watching your every move.

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[flyingangelofblueislands]

I'm Ready

M.A.P. 6 Sign (Kim KiHo) Reader X Bias Genre: fluff It was mid-comeback and your life seemed to be have turned topsy-turvy since it began. You knew you had to show your boyfriend how supportive you were of is career; he was always concerned about you growing weary of this relationship. It felt like since his comeback was announced to him at the company, two months prior to the public announcement, he was walking on eggshells around you. If he wasn’t able to call and tell you good night or good morning, or just to talk one day, he spent the next day apologizing. You kept trying to reassure him that you knew things got more hectic when his schedule got busy, and while the apologies were welcomed and his concern for your relationship was assuring, you tried to make him see that you were more understanding than he thought, and that you wished for a busier schedule for him as this was his dream. You had dreams of your own, and it wasn’t that you didn’t miss him like crazy, but you knew that putting dreams you had before meeting each other on the back burner for your relationship would never really fulfill either one of you. But supporting each other in your dreams and being there for each other as much as you could, would. So you decided to make a surprise visit to your boyfriend and his members at MusicBank in the middle of his comeback. You had been able to catch a taping of Inkigayo a week or so prior to today, so it wasn’t that he’d isn’t expect you to be there- but he never did know when or if you were coming to a taping at all. You didn’t like to make promises you weren’t sure you’d be able to keep, and neither did he. So when he called you last night after coming back from practice to talk, he also asked if you had time to show up to the taping, you told him you might be able to and he got noticeably excited as you hadn’t seen each other since his taping last week at Inkigayo( and it was only for a brief moment). What he didn’t know was that you, for a week prior, had forced your family to help you make little goodie bags of small snacks/candies and baby bottled waters and stickers to pass out to Mapsi that would be waiting diligently in the audience at Music Bank to cheer for the boys; as well as the MusicBank staff and camera people. You also personally made bigger goodie bags, with small, simple lunch boxes in them for their stylist ladies, makeup people, and managers. For the boys of Map6, you made different lunch boxes according to tastes you’d overheard them mentioning in passing conversation, also some energy drinks, and a very small very cute, stuffed animal with a tiny note of cheering. For your boyfriend, however, you purposely made him an extra special lunchbox, wrote a letter, and put in a couple bracelet you saved up your money to buy and surprise him with. You arranged with his manager to arrive in their waiting room before them and wait for the members to show up; so after you passed out your trinkets to the waiting fans and staff, the manager called to alert the manager that was helping you that the boys were five minutes away. You both rushed to the waiting room and you set up your gifts in the spaces you assumed they’d notice them first before taking a seat on the couch as the manager helping you had to go out and help the stylists and makeup team bring their things in. As the manager and the stylists came in and began setting up their things, one of the lead outfit coordinators finally saw you quietly standing as out of the way as possible and initially got shocked. Then she recognized you from before and placed a calming hand over her own chest. “Oh my god, Y/N! You seriously surprised me!” “Sorry! I said hi when everybody walked in but it was so noisy and busy–I was trying to stay out of the way…” “You’re never in the way to me! Stop that!” “Thanks for saying that.” You smiled generously knowing that some of the stylist team did, in fact, get annoyed by your presence because when you came around KiHo was hard to pin down. He always wanted to be sitting up under you or wanted you to sit by him while his makeup was being done (even if the chair he wanted you to sit in was for another member to be doing their hair and makeup) and he was always trying to look at you to see what you were doing or getting too animated in his talks with you and they had to keep moving his head or telling him to look up or to stop turning around or sit still; or he was trying to run off to a stairwell with you for some quiet privacy or not answering them when they called him for his touch-ups because he was busy teasing you by sticking a finger in your ear or tickling you or begging you for a hug. You smiled at the good reasons for their annoyance knowing that it wasn’t really personal. More professional. Your old yourself that today you wouldn’t let KiHo do whatever he wants. You would make sure you actually helps the stylist team today to keep KiHo on track. You had a free day today and wanted to make good use of it. “I brought everyone somethings to eat. It’s so early you probably didn’t get a chance to eat any actual food right?” “You are so sweet!!” The lead outfit coordinator gushed and motioned to the other stylists and makeup ladies to come over. Most stopped what they were doing and picked the personalized goodie bags from your hand as you handed them to them. They all looked impressed, and even a bit shocked. You overheard one girl say to another, “No one ever remembers us. She’s thoughtful don’t you think?” “Yeah. You know that’s KiHo’s girlfriend? I’ve seen her before. I didn’t know she was like this.” “KiHo’s 4-D but I guess he has alright taste.” You smiled overheating the conversation and after you handed out the last goodie bag to the manager that helped you, you went to the corner and dragged a bigger bag out in front of the couch. The lead makeup stylist walked over and peeked into the bag. His eyes sparkling with a teasing laughter before he spoke on you, “You like him this much huh?” “Huh?” You smiled caught off guard because you weren’t sure of what he meant. “Anyone going through this much trouble. This much money. Must really be in love.” “Oh–I–Um” You stuttered, embarrassed by the talk at hand. The makeup stylist laughed heartily and began to walk away. “I didn’t mean anything by it. Look how embarrassed you are! How cute! ahh. I remember young love.” You smiled softly as you watched him walk away. He was always nice to you, teasing KiHo in the background when he talked to you on the phone, running interference when the managers were searching for where KiHo had run off to. He suddenly picked up the phone and after answering, his eyes cut over to you. You stood straight up, alerted for some reason by his glance. After hanging up, he walked back over to you. “The boys are on their way up here now. You wanna play a trick?” You grinned wider than before and nodded eagerly. He took you by your shoulder and gave you his jacket to put on to cover your frame. Then he have you a face mask to cover your nose and mouth and a baseball cap to cover your head. As he helped you hide your bag under the makeup table and silencing your phone before putting it away. “You’re going to pretend you’re my new assistant. This should be fun.” “You don’t think he’ll notice?” “He may see something suspicious with his cat eyes if you act all awkward.” You suppressed a laugh and tries to get into character. As the both filed in, exchanging greetings with everyone, the lead makeup stylist told KiHo he was going first. You tried not to make direct eye contact with him, and it was easier than you thought because his eyes were glued to his phone. You remembered your phone being put on silent as you watched him typing a text to either you or his mother. When he sent it and sighed, your heart skipped a beat. The makeup stylist hit you on the head with a brush lightly. “Wake up! I need the primer assistant!” The makeup stylist harshly scolded you to add onto the act. It surprised you at first, but when KiHo’s eyes cut up to look at you you delves your head into the makeup supplies for the primer. Handing it to the stylist, timidly. “Not this one! The one with a pearl-base finish! You want him to look dull and lifeless on stage?!” You widened your eyes and looked at the stylist’s playful eyes. He was having the time of his life. KiHo looked at him strangely and softly spoke up while tugging on the front of the stylist’s t-shirt. “Brother, take it easy…” The stylist waved his hands as if to dismiss his words. KiHo looked up at you briefly and tried to smile comfortingly at you. He was so nice. No wonder everyone liked him. He didn’t even know it was you and yet he was trying to help you out of trouble. Suddenly KiHo’s eyes were closed and his head was leaning back against the chair head. “Why isn’t she answering my texts?” He mumbled to himself. You tried to look busy handing the makeup stylist materials when JongBin took a seat in the chair behind you and another stylist started preparing to touch up his hair. You felt JongBin’s eyes on you in the mirror and he smirked, pointing. He was always too quick. You glared at him to not blurt everything and spill the secret but he couldn’t help but laugh. KiHo’s eyes snapped open and looked over. “What is so funny?” “Oh? Oh. Nothing. Uhhh, Bro?” “Hmm?” KiHo’s eyes went back to his phone now that they were open. He checked his messages, you saw your name with a heart and a crown next to it, before he turned the screen off again. “Is Y/N coming to this taping again like she did last week?” “I don’t know.” KiHo answered straight forward as he watched his makeup being done. “Did you ask her to come?” “I asked if she could. I can’t just tell her what to do.” “Why not? Be a man! Take charge of the relationship!” “What do you know about relationships!” KiHo blurted out as he laughed. JongBin’s mischievous face never lost its smile. “I know if I want to see my girlfriend I’d tell her-not complain and ask my members about whether she’ll come or not all night long!” You smiled behind your mask and watched the two go back and forth through the mirror as you continued to assist the makeup stylist. “Hey! It wasn’t all night long! I asked you twice if you think she’ll come…” “You should be asking her! Or maybe she just doesn’t wanna come…but can’t say it to your face.” You didn’t know if you wanted to strangle JongBin for stirring up anxiety on your boyfriend’s heart or to thank him for making the reveal of your presence more dramatic. KiHo mumbled something to himself as his face held neither a smile nor a frown but something blankly in between. The makeup stylist interrupted JongBin’s antagonist dialogue. “JongBinnie doesn’t know women. And he doesn’t know Y/N like you know her, KiHo.” JongBin interrupted, “But I bet I’d know her when I see her!” Your eyes shot up at JongBin’s trolling. He laughed and the hair stylist working on his hair sighed, exasperated at his constant moving about and told him to sit still. JongBin sat still finally, but his mouth itched to move. KiHo’s makeup was finished and he got out of the chair to go sit over on the sofa with the members. Your eyes couldn’t help but follow him as he squeezed past you saying excuse me. The makeup stylist waved Minhyuk over before turning to KiHo and saying, “KiHo, don’t look so pathetic. Hey, assistant.” Your head jerked back towards the Makeup stylist, “Why don’t you go keep our boy here company?” You froze, trying to figure out if now was the time to reveal yourself or should you just keep it going. You decided to just see what happened next. As you nodded and moved towards the couch where KiHo was sitting, distanced from the others who were half asleep or watching things on their phones. He gently refused, saying he was okay. That he didn’t want to stop you from your work. But the makeup stylist insisted, and practically shoved you into the seat next to him. KiHo greeted you shyly, as he always did with new people, and proceeded to keep his own eyes on the floor in front of you both. He tried to make polite conversation, “So you just began working today?” “Yes.” You pitches your voice a bit higher as to not get recognized from before. “Oh I see….” “So why are you so sad?” “Oh. Uh. It’s nothing I’m not…isn’t it weird to talk to a stranger about this?” “I don’t think so.” You egged him on. “Is it about a girl?” “He thinks his girlfriend hates him!” ByungSeon interjected from the other end of the couch. You tried not to look amused, covering your mouth to stifle a laugh. KiHo finally reached out and pulled your hand from your mouth. Shocked at the contact, your eyes enlarged and met his smiling ones. “I told you not to cover your mouth when you laugh before didn’t I? I love to see you smile.” He told you sweetly. You slightly frowned at the sweet statement because you realized that he must have known all along. You felt silly. He began to laugh out loud. “Don’t look so upset!” “How long have you known it was me?” “Since I walked in.” He reached over and pulled you closer to himself, almost into his lap. You pretended to struggle to get out of his grasp, but KiHo just held you tighter. “No fair, Ki.” You pouted, and he nuzzled the side of your face in response. “You’re right. It is no fair. You’re too beautiful. It’s impossible to not recognize you from even a mile away.” The cheesy comment somewhat subdued you in part embarrassment. You were about to respond when you heard JongBin fake gagging in the corner. You were going to fight that boy one day. ******************************** ***11/28/2017 edit: I THOUGHT I POSTED THIS MONTHS AGO AND I JUST FOUND IT IN MY DRAFTS AS I WAS CLEARING THEM OUT AND TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW MANY MAP6 FICS I HAD WAITING IN THE DRAFTS. WHAT EVEN. I’M SO SORRY MAPSI and NON MAPSI but fans of MAP6-alike! BY NOW THIS COMEBACK ISN’T EVEN NEW. (for those who do not know- there is a new comeback though “LOVE IS GONE”. Support them please!) Again sorry for this major oversight!!*** Hey Marshmallows!! Just a quick blurb for Map6 KiHo because of their new comeback. It makes me want to do a crime au for one of the members. I don’t know which one yet. I watched their comeback stage last night and felt so proud of them. They sounded great. (KiHo really wants us to know his mic is LIVE. lol) I love this song tho!!! And I mean *Love* as in it is on repeat in its own playlist as we speak hahaha . Listen. Map6 is too too slept on, but everything takes time. I’m just gonna keep doing my part and support and share them. Do yourself a favor, if you don’t know them, go type them in the search bar now. Just leave this blog and type in Map6 and go through the tags. Some fans have amazing stuff compiled on here that will make you fall for them. I first saw them on a Vlive of a bts of Girl’s Day 's concert and they were so cute and I love Girl’s Day so they said “these are our little brothers” and so I was like okay, so now they’re mine too. Lol Enough of that. BYE. Loll Love, Peace, and Quick Fluff reads! ~Admin Fluffintine

[yourhopeyourangeeel]

J e a l o u s y

Genre: Smutty Smut Pairing: Jhope x Reader Word Count: 2719 A/N: Reposting this since other post just wasn’t working v.v Enjoy loves  ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

“Baaaby~“ I heard his voice call out to me form the living room. “Come heree!” he whined, sighing with a slight smile on my face I yelled comingg and started to walk over to him. He was sitting on the couch, his beautiful blondish hair parted at the middle slightly, his eyes held a glint of mischief. His legs were spread apart in a nonsexual seated kind of matter but it still looked hot, especially with only his shorts on. Looking him over once more I noticed something at his side, it was wrapped up nicely, a little cute bow sitting on top of it. Coming closer I became curious and eyed the item and looked at him, all he gave me was his famous sexy smirk.

“Babe what is that?" I asked as I stood in front of his seated position. He pouted and swayed in a child like manner, "sit with me first!" he whined adorably. I couldn’t help but to giggle at his childishness. I was about to sit on the couch but I came up with a better idea, just sit on him. Pretending as if I was going to sit down next to him I instead brought both of my legs to his side’s and straddled him. He looked at me surprised for about 2 seconds until it turned to a grin, he brought his hands to my thighs and massaged them gently. Nice circular motions from the inner to the outer of my thighs all the way to my butt, he knew what drove me crazy. Biting my lip I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked him directly in his eyes, I already knew he could sense the desire burning within me.

"What is it?” I asked once again still curious about the item sitting next to him. He chuckled and reached out towards it and brought it up in front of me. “It’s a little gift for my baby, just to show you that I love you” he said with a sincere smile, his face lighting up and those glorious cheekbones of his enhancing with the motion. I smiled back at him and pecked him lightly, "Aww babe! You shouldn’t have! I don’t even have anything to give to you!“ I pouted slightly. He brought his finger to my lips and shushed me "It’s a little thing babe, just open it” he ushered. 

Sighing a bit the smile came back to my lips and I opened it to reveal chocolate covered strawberries with a little box in the middle that held the prettiest bracelet. I gasped at the bracelet and could feel my eyes filling with tears. How could I have such a previous ray of sunshine like this for a boyfriend?? 

“Hoseok…I Oh my god..wow” I said still in shock, looking up from the bracelet to him I covered my mouth as the tears made their way down my cheeks. 

Alarmed by my tears he wiped my tears away, “Baby what’s wrong?? You don’t like it, I’m sorry I could get you something else! I-I just thought you would-umph-” I shut him up with the deepest kiss I could muster. My fingers ran through the back of his hair and pulled lightly making sure he could feel my feelings. He moaned underneath me and grabbed my butt and squeezed. Out lips were dancing and our tongues battled with passion. 

Releasing his hair I pulled back from the kiss and looked at his disheveled form. His lips pink and angry colored from the attack it took, his breath a little hitched from the sudden kiss and his eyes gave me shivers and a burning lust. His eyes stared back at me full of hunger and wanting. Grinning at him I caressed his cheek, “Babe, I love it, thank you.” pecking him lightly, letting my lips linger on his as I whispered. “I”- my lips softly caressed his, -“love”-, I continued the attack on his lips gently, -"you.“ I lightly kissed him again. "So much!” My rampage of butterfly kisses ended and he just kept chuckling, his beautiful smile blinding my view. “I’m glad you like it baby” he said as he rubbed his thumb along my thigh. Looking down at his hand and back up at him I could already sense what kind of mood he was in. It made me want to tease him tonight, “I’m so going to tease him!" I thought a small smile full of evil joy coming to my face. I ran my fingers through his hair innocently and could tell it was making him tired. Taking the opportunity to go forth with my evil plan, I said “So baby aren’t you tired? You and the guys have been working sooo hard” my tone dropping ever so slightly at the word hard and I bucked my hips "accidentally”, feeling his already semi hard cock underneath me. A sweet moan came out almost immediately and he tried covering it up by clearing his throat, ..you can’t fool me Hobi I know you. (insert evil laugh)

He raised his eyebrows at me trying to figure out what I was doing, “yes…I’m tired but I get to be with you jagi so it makes up for it” he said hesitantly already bracing himself for another surprise grind but I would give him none. Instead I pecked him on the lips and smiled innocently, “we should eat those strawberries and watch something in the room” I said and got off of him quickly scampering off into our bedroom and onto bed.

I already knew he could sense something was up, we always did these little games that would eventually lead to the best sex ever. It’s somewhat of a pre-foreplay thing, every time I initiated it, it was always different, always a surprise.

I was definitely enjoying teasing Hoseok, I bit my lip in excitement and looked over to hear him approach, he was never good at this so I wonder when he’ll break I giggled as I snuggled into my blanket and saw he’s figure coming in. His expression was one of complete loss, confusion and intrigue. What made me even more excited is how he would turn the situation and initiate everything. Sighing slightly he leaned against the headboard of the bed and placed the strawberries on his lap, already waiting for me to nuzzle into him. Which I did of course. He then put on one of my favs, Tazza 2, he knows me so well! Shit! But if I wanna keep up this teasing game I can’t pay too much attention to the movie, more specifically Seunghyun, ahh that man.

Right then and there he came onto the screen and I could already feel Hoseoks eyes trying to roll out of his skull, my eyes immediately glued themselves to the screen. “Babbyyy, look at me instead! I’m your boyfriend” he whined with downcast eyes and then crossed his arms, kicking his legs a little. Giggling at his usual tantrum I looked over at him and kissed him, “Of course I’m in love with you babe but c'mon how could you not love Seunghyun!” I playfully teased which made him puff out his cheeks and purse his lips together. Sensing his slight drop in mood I decided to brighten him up a bit. So I did the most natural thing and bit his neck, an enticing moan came out from his lips and sang to my ears. God, he’s so hot.

Lapping at the spot on his neck slightly I let go and quickly returned to watching the movie. I could see Hoseok from my peripheral looking at me in the disbelief and looking back at the screen. He’s probably thinking “wtf, how can she just go back to watching the movie”, or something like that. He won’t last.

About 30 mins or so into the movie I had teased him, caressed his oh so strong thighs a bit to close to his crotch, “accidentally” let the straps to my flimsy tank top fall off my shoulders. He was boiling, I could see he was about to lose his cool any second, he never mentioned my teasing though which was weird. He always pointed it out right away…

“Omg yes, take it off Seunghyun! Show those chocolate abs!" I squealed as I wiggled around in excitement, a bit too loud but loud enough to get Hoseok to respond. “Yah! Jagi!” he grabbed me by my shoulders and spun me to look at him. He looked mad, he looked like he’s been mad for awhile, shit. Maybe I pushed his jealousy card too much? The look in his eyes were so intense, I never saw him like this, “Oh…Hoseok? Are you oka-” I couldn’t even finish my sentence as he pushed me roughly onto the bed. “Hoseok! What the actual fuck!” I exclaimed a bit scared but also a bit ticked off, I've never witnessed him act like this. I stared up at him and he stared right back, his eyes searching mine with an intense heat. “Don’t look at him, look at me” he demanded, his voice in a low growl, he then leaned in, his body hovering over mine, his lips next to my ear. I inhaled a breath in surprise at his warm breath against my skin. “I know you’ve been teasing me jagi” he whispered, his voice dropping in tones, I could feel the vibration of his vocal cords penetrating my heart.

Holy shit, my plan backfired.

He pulled away slightly and looked at me smugly “I know you baby but I’ll be in control now” he growled and attacked my neck, nipping and sucking on it. Moans poured out of me, I couldn’t even control them, my toes curled and my fingers grasped the sheets underneath me…

His tongue licking the same spot over and over made me tingle and shiver in pleasure, his hand already found his way under my shirt as he held himself up with his other arm. His hand snaked across my warm skin, cold hands, I shivered immediately my body was reacting to his touch quickly, I could already feel my nipples turn into hard buds. His fingers danced across my skin, it made me dizzy how he could just have me in the palm of his hands just like that. His hand found and started fondling my breast, throwing my head back against the sheets I moaned uncontrollably as he squeezed my hard bud. His lips left my neck and came for my lips, he kissed me with a hunger I've never felt from him before. His tongue found his way inside my mouth and he softly caressed my tongue with his.

"I missed your body while on tour jagi”, I breathed out as he took my bottom lip in between his teeth and nibbled. I gasped and brought my hands to his wide back and dug my nails into him in pleasure. He hissed lowly, his eyes once again hypnotizing mine, “You are supposed to only look at me jagi, not even Top should be on your mind!” he exclaimed, his eyes half lidded as he stared at me hungrily.

His lips then traveled downwards and to my breast, he had already discarded my tank top and threw it on the floor. I could feel his breath over my nipples, his tongue immediately attacking my hard buds. The contrast between the air and my wet buds effecting me entirely, I could feel the heat pooling in panties. “Fuck" I whimpered completely out of breath which just earned a snicker from Hoseok.

"I’ll show you how much better I am than him Jagi.” he whispered as his finger tips danced across my exposed tummy until he reached the hem of my shorts. He teasingly traced it, following along my waist and then down towards my crotch. The shorts were thin enough for him to feel the heat between my legs, looking down I could see him licking his lips as he went to remove my shorts. Bye shorts, I thought as I saw them being thrown onto the floor, the only thing covering my now were my lacey panties. “Mmm” he hummed as he looked me up and down, his tongue sensually licking his lips, my cheeks were burning immensely due to my lack of clothes and the lust I was feeling, He brought his hand to my panties and traced down my slit which caused me legs to close, which he only opened up again. “No Jagi, I’m in charge” his eyebrow was raised as he smiled smugly at me, I bit my lip holding a retort back and just let him work his magic. Grabbing onto my panties gently, he glanced up at me and I nodded at him, signaling my permission for him to take me.

Even if he was in charge, he was always worrying about my feelings. He threw my panties which joined the rest of my clothes on the ground and once again traced my slit lightly, his finger ever so slightly coming into contact with my clit. But when he did make contact with it, it felt as if electricity was traveling up and down my body, I couldn’t move due to the pleasure I felt but I made sure he could hear me.

Smirking at me he took his finger into his mouth and wet it dramatically with his saliva and gently slid it inside of me, my warmth versus the slight coldness of his finger made me lose my mind and when he began pumping my moans became louder. Gripping the sheets with all I could muster, I could feel my legs turn into jelly and the shakiness of pleasure making it’s way up my legs, Hoseok licked his lips in sight of me and moaned at the restriction to his dick against his shorts.

I tossed my head back in pleasure and he couldn’t stand it anymore and immediately took his finger out of me and pulled his shorts off, I felt empty without him there but that feeling didn’t last because I felt the head of his dick at my entrance. Bringing my head up I looked into his eyes with my lustful half lidded ones and bit my lip, he nodded and pushed into me. Our room filled itself with our harmonized moans, his thrusting was gentle at first but I could feel him become harder inside of me as he sped up. He leaned over me and I held onto him by wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. He stared down at me, some of his hair sticking to his forehead and his eyes searching mine hungrily.

This side of Hoseok always turned me on so much, how could someone so precious own such a sexy ass facial expression.

His muscles tensed underneath my grasp and I could feel he was getting close to climaxing. My moans got even louder and the headboard banged against the wall with how hard we were going at it. Gasping and breathing hard I brought my lips to his ear “Fuck me Hoseok, cum for me” I whispered to him which caused him to moan and stiffen, his hot seed shooting into me. He grunted and groaned as he closed his eyes and held onto me tightly as his ejaculation wave passed

“Fuck Jagi” he breathed out and looked at me, a lazy smile on his lips, he rolled off of me (and out of me) and laid next to me. Laying on his side he looked me over and hugged me happily, his mood doing a complete 180 from slightly dominate Hoseok. Pulling me away he looked at me and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, “See why I’m better than Seunghyun baby?” he asked teasingly and I laughed at him shaking my head as I slapped him playfully. He laughed along as well and kissed my forehead, “I love you” he whispered sighing softly as he wrapped both of us up in our blanket. We cuddled one another until sleep consumed us.

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Into The Deep End - Chapter 44

Sasha has always tried to play it safe, to keep her life as simple and risk-free as possible. Things change, however, when she garners the interest of a handsome, charming, younger man from a completely different world than hers. As she starts to question her own rules, is she ready to take the biggest chance of them all? Will she let herself take that dive? Roman Reigns/OC.

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CHAPTER 43

WARNING: Mature scenes.

A lazy yawn slipped from between Joe's lips as he turned away from yet another Joffrey Baratheon rant on the TV screen to glance towards the kitchen. "Nani, what are you up to?"

Sasha was settled at the kitchen island with her back to the living room, Joe's MacBook in front of her. "Checking out the Grill's new website," she replied. "Why? You lonely over there, baby?"

"Kinda. And them tiny-ass booty shorts are callin' my name."

Sasha laughed and took a drink out of her carrot juice, one of the few healthy drinks Joe had introduced her to in the course of their relationship. They were back in Tampa and things had returned to normal between them. Today she kept him company at his home while he rested after another grueling morning of rehab. "Gimme a minute. I'll be right there."

"Or I could come over there." He got up from his recliner and strolled over to her, stealing a sip of her drink as he looked at the laptop screen. "You took these?" he asked, gently rubbing her shoulders.

Sasha nodded, scrolling down the web page. "Yeah. We set up a lot of displays and I took shots of all of them and put the best ones up on the site. It was tough trying to narrow a hundred shots down to thirty though."

"They're nice. You're quite good, you know. Josh and Jon's pops really liked the photos you took of him and baby Brandon at Reggie's party," Joe said, bringing a grin to his girlfriend's face.

"Tell him I said he's welcome." She leaned back and moaned softly at he continued to massage her shoulders. He was amazing with his hands. "Mm. Don't stop doing that."

He kissed her cheek and whispered, "I prefer hearing those words from that pretty little mouth of yours when you're naked."

Laughing, she tipped her head back to glare at him upside down. "You turn every innocent conversation into something else, perv!"

Joe chuckled and pecked her lips in the upside down position, his right hand slipping slowly down her body. "You like me that way."

"That's because you've corrupted me," she said, casting her eyes down to watch his fingers slide down the front of her shorts. She tried to finish her thought. "You're a bad influence, Leati."

With a satisfied smirk, Joe rubbed his palm over her panties, relishing the feeling of her wet heat against the cotton fabric. "You make my name sound so sexy."

"Yeah?" she breathed, stopping cold when he slipped a digit inside her. "Oh shit," she gasped, throwing her head back against him. Licking her lips, she moaned and then grunted as he crooked his finger back and forth inside her, stroking her like he was dipping into frosting. "Ahh..."

He pursed his lips against her throat, her heavy breathing music to his ears. "You like that, baby? Does that feel good?"

She started to respond only for her words to dissolve in a gasp as another finger plunged inside her. She spread her legs wider, planting one on top of another chair, then grabbed his wrist with both hands to guide his hand at the pace she wanted. There was little time for intimacy lately because he was busy with rehab, and Sasha hoped they could make up for lost time tonight since she was sleeping over at his, albeit with the kids as well. Joe's low, lustful growl rumbled against her neck, and she sighed once more, her body awash with heat as his fingers gently probed her while he worshipped her neck, and soon her lips, with his mouth. God, his tongue felt so good.

The jarring sound of her phone ringing broke through the mounting haze of passion. "Don't answer it," Joe murmured against her lips.

She didn't want to, but the ringing became persistent, and eventually she was forced to break the kiss with an annoyed sigh. "It could be important," she reasoned, reluctantly removing his hand and sitting up to grab her phone. "Shit, it's Mia's school calling." Instantly worried, she placed the phone to her ear. "Hello?"

"Hi, Sasha? It's Juliet. I was wondering if you were on your way to pick up Mia. Pam hasn't shown up yet so I figured one of you is running late?"

Sasha expelled the breath she'd been holding. No one was injured. Good. But she inwardly smacked herself for completely forgetting that Pam and T.K. had hectic afternoons so neither could get Mia. "Pam can't make it today. I'll be there soon to pick her up."

"Okay. If you could hurry that would be great. Everyone leaves school in half an hour," Juliet said.

"Alright. Thanks Juliet." She hung up and smacked her forehead. "That was the secretary at Mia's school. Shit, I completely forgot about Pam's appointments! T.K. has practice and now Mia's stuck in school. What's wrong with me?"

"I can go get her," Joe offered.

"Really?"

"Sure." He was already picking up his car keys. "I know where the school is. Mason Hill Elementary, right? It's no big deal. I can get T.K. too if you want."

Sasha shook her head. "No need. He won't be done for another two hours. But he knows his way here so it won't be a problem."

"Cool. I'll go pick up Mia then."

"She'll be in the Principal's office when you get there. Just tell Juliet that you're from me. By the way, please make Mia sit in the backseat. You know how she is. She'll hustle for the front and I never like it when she sits in front. She's so small and it doesn't feel safe for her to sit there. And make her buckle her seat belt, please."

"Yes ma'am," he smirked.

Sasha smacked his arm. "Do not call me ma'am. Ever."

Joe laughed and tossed the car keys in the air. "Call the school back and tell them I'm coming for Mia. I'll pick up pizza and wings for dinner."

"Okay." She smiled as he bent down and gave her a kiss, the kind that made her toes curl and made her feel feminine and beautiful and loved. He pulled away and winked. "I love you. See you in a bit."

"I love you too." It was hard not to worry, but she forced herself to relax. She was the one who handled everything, so seeing him step in to help willingly was, though a little strange, very heart-warming.

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Joe drove down the road, glad that Sasha had allowed him to do this. He knew it was never easy for her, giving up control, but she was proving her trust in him, which made him all sorts of happy.

It was odd walking into an elementary school for the first time in twenty years, bringing back memories he would rather do without. He had only been an average student, quiet and shy. No fangirls had been digging on him in the fourth grade, and he recalled a painfully unrequited crush on a girl named Cara. But that was a story for another day.

Joe pushed open the office door and found Mia sitting on a chair talking to a blonde woman in her twenties with a tag dangling from her neck that indicated she was a staff member. Giving him a wave, Mia picked up her backpack and went over to him. "Hi Joe!"

"Hi, little lady," said Joe, their fists meeting for their special handshake. "How was school today?"

"Good. Where's Mama?" Mia inquired.

"She's at mine, sweetheart. She's busy at the moment so she asked me to come get you."

"Okay. We're staying over at your house, right? Can I go swimming in your pool?"

"Of course you can. I bought the Mario Kart game so we can all race each other on the Wii. All after you finish your homework, of course," he quickly added, figuring it was something Sasha would say.

"Cool. We made friendship bracelets in Arts and Crafts class today with wood beads and elastic." She wiggled her right arm adorned with a number of beaded bracelets. "I made one for Mama and T.K. and you too."

Joe blinked slowly. "Me?"

"Yeah. Here." She pulled one off her skinny hand and rolled the black beads onto his bigger wrist. "I used dark beads for yours and T.K.'s so they won't look girly."

He didn't know what to say. "Wow, little lady...this is awesome."

Mia smiled, then smacked her forehead. "Aaaand I forgot the rest of my Art project in my class. I'll be right back."

As she dashed off, Joe stared at the new piece of jewelry on his right wrist. It wasn't the most masterfully crafted piece of work he'd ever seen, but the fact that she'd taken the time and effort to make one for him made it more precious than any expensive trinket he would ever own. He was never going to take it off.

"That's really sweet."

Joe turned to the woman with the name tag who was watching him intently. Perhaps she was a fan and recognized him. He cleared his throat. "Yeah. Sorry, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Joe and I'm here on Sasha Morgan's behalf. Do I need to do anything or can I just grab Mia and go?"

"No, it's perfectly fine. Miss Morgan gave us a call." She smiled brightly. "I'm Whitney Clark. Nice to meet you."

"Likewise." Joe eyed Whitney Clark, noticing how she smiled and flipped her blonde hair back.

"The handshake thing was really cute too. Is she your niece?" she asked, an obvious attempt at small talk.

"No." Joe kept his answer short and to the point without sounding rude. "You're one of her teachers?"

"I'm the school's assistant Secretary." Another smile, and this time she leaned closer to him. She zoned in on his bare ring finger. "You're a big guy. Are you a pro athlete or something?"

Not a fan, then. "Yeah. I'm a wrestler."

"Oh. That WWE stuff, right? Interesting."

Yeah, definitely not a fan. He looked around, wondering what was taking Mia so long. He was getting the "come hither" bedroom eyes from Whitney and he wanted no part of it. She was uncomfortably close now, and her smile grew even sweeter. "So, just out of curiosity..." she went on, "Are you seeing anyone?"

"He's my mom's boyfriend." Mia materialized out of nowhere, not-so-subtly inserting herself between the two adults, and Joe saw the little girl give Whitney a stank eye that had her aunt Pam written all over it. "We're staying over at his house tonight and we're gonna go swimming in his pool and play Mario Kart. Right Joe?"

Joe grinned, liking the way the kid thought. Mia was obviously feeling territorial and that pleased him a lot. "Right," he said to both Mia and Whitney.

"Oh. That's nice." Whitney faked a smile.

Mia looked at Joe. "I'm ready now. Bye, Miss Clark." Without waiting for the woman's response, she slipped her arm around Joe's much bigger one and led him out of the building. She proceeded to talk about her day at school, her tone cool and casual as though she hadn't just called out a woman thrice her age. But to do what she did, to mark her mother's territory on her behalf, left Joe with a very satisfying feeling and a fresh wave of affection for the little girl he'd fast become attached to.

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Dinner was an interesting spectacle. After an enjoyable round of swimming – in which Sasha refused to participate and ended up getting splashed mercilessly for her troubles – the four of them feasted on pizza and wings on the living room floor. T.K. and Joe exchanged cynical glances as Sasha and Mia debated over who was the better boyband between the Backstreet Boys and One Direction. Joe complained as Sasha kicked his ass at pool like she always did, but he got his revenge by beating her at Mario Kart. It was a fun evening overall; that seemed to be the running theme whenever the four of them spent time together.

"What time is it?" Sasha yawned, meeting Joe in the kitchen island after the kids had gone to bed in the guest room downstairs.

"Little after midnight," Joe said, switching off the lights and plunging the entire house into darkness, save for the lights underneath the kitchen cabinets. He drew his girlfriend into his arms, dipping his nose in her coconut-scented hair as she wrapped her arms around his waist. They stood in the middle of the kitchen, enjoying the silence together. "Today was nice," said Joe, his voice muffled in her hair.

Sasha nodded. "Yeah, it was," she replied, looking up at him. "You cheated at Mario Kart, but it was great."

"You're such a hater," Joe taunted. "I beat your ass fair and square every time."

"Yeah right. You kept distracting me! Either nudging my arm or killing me with that stupid blue shell!"

Joe tsked. "Excuses, excuses. Just admit I'm a better racer than you."

Sasha rolled her eyes and grinned, watching him look at his new bracelet with a smile on his face. "So Mia made this for me," he announced, flicking his wrist.

The pride in his voice made her heart swell. "She did," she said, tracing her boyfriend's goatee with her finger. "She cares about you. Talks about you a lot."

"I care about her too," Joe replied, pressing a quick kiss to her nose. "And her brother. And her mother."

"We know," she smiled, the hairs on the back of her neck standing at his suddenly intense stare. "What?"

"Nothing, just thinking," he began, his voice much huskier than a second ago, "About finishing what we started this afternoon." His hands slid from her back to her backside, and the mother of two felt a sudden spike in her body temperature. "Here? But what about the kids?" she said.

"They're fast asleep. The house is big enough. There's little chance of us being heard or interrupted." He gently backed her up against the counter, and Sasha felt her loins moisten when his tongue swished hungrily over his lips, his ash eyes dark and deep and filled with tantalizing promise. She caressed his huge bulging biceps which taunted her, begged her to lick each of them. She wondered if it was natural to be this sexually attracted to one man, but she couldn't help herself. He was so hot, so sexy and so good at making her feel good. He was in an adventurous mood and honestly the idea of doing it out here in the open, was exciting. The thought made her chew on her bottom lip.

Uttering a low growl, Joe grabbed her chin between his fingers. "You keep doing that and I'm gonna bite off your lip," he warned.

Well damn, he was using that commanding, dominant tone of his again. "You don't know what you do to me when you talk like that," she said, right as their mouths collided in an urgent kiss, tongues clashing aggressively, hands grasping eagerly. Sasha scavenged his mouth with hers, demanding more of his addictive taste. His soft lips were a drug that she could never resist. A sharp gasp escaped her as he made good on his threat, nipping her lower lip hard with his teeth. The small of her back dug into the edge of the kitchen counter, but the pain was wiped away by his body smothering hers, the sensation of his hot mouth roaming her mouth, jawline and neck. He dropped to his knees, pushing her t-shirt up to lay soft kisses on her abdomen. His tongue laved the new piercing on her belly button. "This is so hot, baby girl. I love that you got it," he commented.

"Thanks," she said shyly, watching him hook his fingers over the top of her shorts and pull it down along with her underwear. With effortless swiftness, he propped her right leg over his shoulder, pushed his face against her center and penetrated her with his tongue. Crying out in pleasure, she quickly bit her lip to suppress any more sounds. She could be loud sometimes and the last thing she wanted was to wake the kids up. But man, was it difficult with the havoc currently being wreaked on her body. As the pressure from Joe's mouth increased, his huge hand molded her ass, his warm breath fanned her inner thigh, his tongue finding every crevice of her core and every drop of her essence. Then his long fingers invaded and the sensations nearly destroyed her. "Fuck!" Sasha's jaw dropped, tossing her head back and lowering it again. "Jesus, Joe, you're really fuckin' great at this."

He simply hummed in response. The Samoan was ruthless and yet generous at the same time. He kissed her folds the way he would kiss her mouth with his thick, luscious lips, then alternated with long licks and quick laps of his talented tongue. Sasha was gasping, her hands desperately gripping the counter behind her. Her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to fight for control but Joe was having none of it. "Look at me," he instructed gruffly.

"Baby..."

"Look at me Sasha, or I'll stop."

"No!" Her head snapped forwards, locking eyes with him, and the knowing, mischievous look in his ash-colored irises spread another wave of desire through her like wildfire.

Joe smirked. "Good girl." And from there, holding her gaze, he started doing the most delicious things to her, seducing her juices out of her pussy lips with his fingers and tongue. Slow, then fast, until she lost the ability to speak or think or do anything other than moan in encouragement. She grabbed the back of his head, holding him firmly in place as her hips began to roll, grinding into his face with desperation, not stopping until she reached her orgasm. And man, was it good. Good and long and hot and intense, made even more incredible by his warm, persistent tongue lapping up her essence. "Oh, my...fuck."

"Mmm, my tasty pussy," Joe whispered, giving her one last lick. "So sweet every time."

Sasha slumped against the counter after he was done cleaning her up, weak-kneed and struggling to catch her breath. "Please tell me you got a condom with you," she panted.

"You know I'm always prepared, beautiful." He pushed her legs apart to expose her to him, and the vision before him made his groin ache. It amazed him every time how much he wanted this woman. Standing back upright, he pulled off his pants, then stroked inside her again. Sasha watched him spread her essence over his length with pure exhilaration in her eyes. "Yeah, lube that big dick with my pussy juice, babe."

An amused smile tugged his lips. "You got a dirty little mouth, don't you, baby?"

"Well, like Tyson said," she shrugged one shoulder, "I got a slutty side to me."

The Samoan groaned. "Now why you gotta bring that fool up when we about to fuck."

"Sorry."

"Nah, be sorry for him. Talking like he know what's up. He clueless as a motherfucker. When he knocked you up, he got lucky. He don't know what to do with a woman like you. I do, and in case you've forgot, I'm gonna give you a little reminder."

Ooh, she'd inadvertently fired him up. That was good. For her. Sasha made a show of rubbing her temples. "I think I have amnesia, baby. I don't remember a thing. Please remind me."

His grin widened. "With pleasure. Turn around and spread those legs for me, baby." His hands met her waist to encourage the movement. Sasha didn't hesitate, turning and placing her hands on the cool, black marble surface. The sound of a condom packet being ripped open caused her delicate loins to clench in expectation. Joe licked his lips as he traced the softness of her thighs, her rounded hips and supple backside, all inviting and mouth-watering as she bent over. He grasped his cock and slapped her naked ass with it, and Sasha moaned in response, her entire body alight with heat and longing.

"This fat ass, shakin' in my face all night, teasing me." His voice was rough and hungry. "You think I didn't notice? I notice everything about you too, nani." He dick-slapped her ass again and rubbed the stiff aching length in between her plump cheeks, bending down to nip her earlobe. "And you are my slut. No one else's." He knew how good she was at playing a slut, but it was all an act, an act just for him. That was the difference and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Coming from Tyson, the word had made her feel dirty and disgusting. From Joe, it sounded like the most amazing compliment ever. "Yes. Your slut." She thrust her butt impatiently against him. "Now quit fuckin' around and put that dick in me."

Ah, she was just as riled up as he was. This was going to be fun. "Since you asked so nicely..." Positioning himself at her entrance, he entered her in one smooth stroke. Sasha moaned and her entire body quivered. He thrust good and deep, liking the way his abs bumped against her ass, enjoying her little whimpers as his thickness stretched the moist heat of her walls. "Damn babe, your pussy is so fuckin' wet," he stated and bent down to suckle her neck, reaching inside her T-shirt to cup her breasts. He caught a glimpse of her face; her eyes were closed, her kiss-swollen lips parted as she enjoyed him inside her. He knew he hit her spot whenever her eyelashes fluttered and her heavy breathing actually stopped, her mouth open in a silent cry. "Uhhh," she said when she remembered how to breathe, "Fuck, babe."

"That's right slut, take my big dick in your tight cunt." Joe rumbled fiercely in her ear, his long fingers twisting her nipples, his hips pumping pleasure through their half-naked bodies.

Sasha twisted her upper body to stare down her lover. "Spank me."

His eyes lit up. "You want it rough, baby?"

"Hell yeah. Smack my ass like the dirty little slut I am," she said gruffly, grinding said body part against him. She wasn't sure where her depraved behavior was coming from but she was so turned on she could barely think straight. She needed him, badly, and could only function after she got what she needed.

Grey eyes glazed with excitement, Joe brought his right hand down on her ass cheek. The sound echoed in the darkness, her supple skin bouncing from the impact. She purred with satisfaction and circled her hips again. "Fuck. Do it again," she ordered.

Man, it was so fucking sexy when her voice got all breathy like that. He smacked the other side and pressed, groaning when her pussy clenched his length hard in reaction. "You like that, you slut? Like me smackin' that fat ass?" Another spank, and her walls squeezed him again. The fact that she enjoyed a bit of pain and aggressiveness with her pleasure was a big turn-on for him. It kept him on his toes when they made love and he liked that very much. His large hand closed around her neck, and Sasha whimpered as he tightened his hold a little, hot, delicious sensation stirring in her lower belly. "Yeah big boy, fuckin' choke me," she said, her hand spanning over his. "Choke your slut."

Smirking at the euphoric expression on his woman's face, his tongue darted out provocatively over the seam of her parted lips. "Such a filthy little mouth. I love my dirty MILF."

"Love you too, baby. Now shut up and make me come," she whispered back, hushing him by shoving her own tongue into his mouth.

Moaning, harsh breathing and naked flesh meeting naked flesh resonated around the open space. The prospect of getting caught perversely added to the thrill of their escapade. Joe decided to switch things up, lifting Sasha's left knee and placing it on the countertop, opening her wider to him. Pressing her body down against the cool surface, he shifted his hips to thrust into her from a different angle, and was rewarded with an expulsion of air followed by, "Fuck yeah! Right there, right there." She was trapped between the hard surface of the countertop and his big body, his hand in her hair and the other one squeezing her ass cheek; both her feet off the floor, unable to do anything except endure every inch of his deep, surging thrusts. She tried not to scream outright as he seemingly lost all control of his hips, drilling her throbbing pussy with reckless abandon. "Shit! Yes yes yes Joe, fuck me!"

Driven mad with need, Joe rode Sasha hard, fast, a husky groan slipping from his lips as each wave of ecstasy grew more incredible than the last. Sasha couldn't hold back any longer, crying out with pleasure as she constricted almost painfully around him. It was one curse after the other from her as he rammed into her pussy from behind, the friction between them growing more slippery from her gathering moistness. Joe knew that she was close just like he was close. "Come on this dick," he said roughly, tightening his grip on her hair. "I want that pussy cum all over my dick. Do it."

His deep voice was an irresistible caress she felt all the way to her toes, a command her body could never disobey. She screamed as the orgasm ripped her apart, rendering her weak and helpless and a trembling mess on the countertop. Behind her his movements intensified, his moaning culminated in an animalistic grunt as he pushed into Sasha one last time, pulsing balls-deep inside her. "Fuck, nani." Spent, he fell on her back, leaning heavily on her and breathing hard into her hair. Sasha wriggled underneath him, forcing his numb self to move to avoid squashing her with his weight. Sasha was sad when he withdrew from her, instantly missing his heat. Gingerly – and surprised that she could move at all – she sat upright on the counter and buried her face in his chest, planting a kiss on the broad expanse as he caressed the back of her head. "God that was risky," she said, a tinge of terror laced in her sultry little giggle. "You think we woke 'em up?"

"Nope. Stop panicking." He pressed his lips to her forehead, then carefully dispensed with the used condom and gathered their pants and underwear on the floor. Sasha put on her shorts and grabbed her boyfriend before he could walk off. Her lips wrapped around his resolutely, her tongue darting out to taste his. Lust, awe and adoration clouded her eyes as she caressed his face.

"You are definitely the best dick I've ever had," she whispered.

Joe grinned and kissed her again. Hard. "Ya damn right. Now come on, let's disinfect this table."

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I'm a pervert, aren't I? Lord help me, lol.

By the way, relating toSasha and Mia's little debate, One Direction are not fit to even tune Backstreet's microphones. Pfft. No brainer. #BSBGroupie4Life

CHAPTER 45

[suuchsweetnothing]

I'm slowly dying day by day I miss you I want to call you I want to tell you so much about my life I have no-one no-one and those whose I had just think they can get to me they think I'm easy. your the only one that stuck by my side long enough no-one will ever do that for me ever again I took advantage of you but so did you I miss you I wiss your voice your eyes your laugh the smell even the smell of your sweat. I still have the shirt you gave me I never washed it nor wore it since because I knew a day would come where I would miss your smell. its weird yes but I do cry in it and wipe my tears with it until I fall asleep. I miss the random times you would call when you would walk back from uni. I was on the phone with a person the other day and they notices I say ahh at the end of every word I say I replied with “really” when really I did know I knew very well because you used to always make me aware of it. do you miss me do you want to talk to me do you wanna know how I'm doing. I swear I'm not doing as well as I show it on social media. I'm a mess a complete mess such a mess my life is a mess my heart is a mess and I can't think at all I sit in my room cry everyday at night I work I watch movies and I work yes I may not have as much work as you hence why I miss you a lot as I'm not as occupied but I can't help it I try my best. but tell me know are you actually guy so how did you become gay and why did you think me and you being friends was gonna change since you are gay now, because you dated me? or because you don't want me in your life now? or what ? so who is this Alberto and why does he wear my bracelet? why did you give it to him or did he take it from you? why does he wear it? I'm sorry I got jealous from mimi, but I am memoo and since you knew me you knew when somethings mine I only want it to be mine. you knew I loved Italians and how Italy is a place I always wanted to go to so how come alberto is Italian. how come ? was it by coincidence? I read into things too much I'm sorry? I really am. my life is a mess and I don't know what to do about it. I pray to you god you fix my heart and fix my life. I'm sorry I'm so so so sorry.

[katleowriting]

Sister of Darkness- Bloodlines/Unpleasantville S1 E11/12

Summary Entire Work:  Elena has an older sister, her name is Parker Gilbert. Katherine had a cousin who’s name was Patience. Tatia had a cousin who was raised as her sister named Petra. But unlike the Doppelgangers they don’t just look identical, they are the same person reborn. Parker in all of her lives has had powers of the mind. Eventual a Kol/OC romance and many OC’s with almost everyone friendships

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15001889/chapters/39012458#workskin

Bloodlines/Unpleasantville(Coma/Spirit Trip)

Parker looked around her and found herself in the woods surrounded by fog. The last thing she remembered was pain in the back of her head and seeing the bottom of someone's skirt. Looking around Parker thought the place that she was in looked familiar to her for some reason and she couldn't figure out why it seemed so familiar.

"Ms. Gilbert," said a voice behind Parker causing her to turn.

"Emily," Parker said in shock realizing where she was.

"Do not worry, you are not dead." Emily replied stepping to the in-shock Parker.

VD

Closing her eyes Parker took in a deep breath thinking about her sister before she heard people around her. Opening her eyes Parker found herself in a bar standing behind Elena and Damon. The woman serving them saw her eyes going wide. Looking around Parker noticed that the bartender was the only person to notice her.

"You can see me?" Parker asked watching the Bartender give a slight nod.

"What is it Bree?" Damon asked looking around and not seeing Parker.

"Why the hell is my sister in a bar, let alone outside of Mystic Falls?" Parker asked glaring at Damon who watched the witch's facial expressions.

"Sweetie, do you have a sister?" Bree asked Elena never taking her eyes off Parker.

"Yeah, why?" Elena asked taking a drink of her beer.

"She doesn't seem to be too pleased with you being in bar outside of Mystic Falls." Bree said causing Elena and Damon to look around for Parker.

"Tell Elena she should call my roommate," Parker said causing Bree to relay the message to her sister.

Five minutes later Elena came bursting back in the saying they needed to get back to Mystic Falls because Parker was in a coma. Parker rolled her eyes as Damon and Elena got into an argument about going back even though she kept putting in her own two cents making Bree translate for her.

VD

Parker sat on a park bench in god knows where, the people talked in a foreign language. It was French, one of the languages she was shockingly fluent in. looking around she smiled at the couples who were so blatantly in love.

"It's not often I see a ghost with the aura of the living," a man said in French taking a seat next to her.

"That's because I'm not dead, just ejected from my body by some dead witches," Parker replied back in French.

"I see," The man said before looking at her again, "You look like someone in a painting I saw."

"Really, where? Maybe I could find some use from being in this ghostly state." Parker said making the man laugh.

"Follow me," the man said getting up and walking.

After walking for about ten minutes they arrived at a large fancy apartment building. Parker followed the man down stairs and into a basement that had coffins in it.

"What are these?" Parker asked looking at the coffins.

"The siblings of a man, it is my job to protect them. Ahh here it is," The man said pointing at a large painting of what appeared to be her in about the 1400's.

VD

"Parker, please wake up," Jenna said holding Parker's bodies hand with tears in her eyes.

"What's happening to me?" Parker asked the witch Emily who stood next to her as she watched.

"Those dreams you have aren't dreams, they're memories. Those people you draw in pictures are people you actually know or knew in some cases. This is the last time you will be with us against your will. You needed time for the growth of you mind," Emily said in explanation.

"So when I was in the coma when I was little, I wasn't imagining watching as my family cried over me, or that I was in some of the most random places on the planet?" Parker asked before receiving a nod.

Parker stood watching her body when she heard a sob from the door, turning around she found her sister staring at her body with tears running down her face. Elena quickly ran to her sister's side and grabbed her hand crying.

"Parker, no you have to wake up. I know you were there in Georgia, but I didn't believe that you were in a coma, never you. Please wake up." Elena sobbed squeezing her sister's hand.

"Elena," Stefan said entering the room but coming short when he saw Parker's body, "Parker."

"Jenna said that Parker didn't know, she didn't know that I was adopted. She's the only person who has been honest with me for the longest time." Elena said sobbing into her arm.

VD

Parker watched as Elena and Caroline walking through the school court yard, Elena had just given Caroline a vervain necklace. They joked for a second about being lesbian friends, before Elena simply shrugged off that part of the conversation, the topic moved on to Matt.

“Hey how is Parker doing? I think I’ll drop by the hospital before the dance. Leave her some lily’s she loves them. Maybe she’ll smell them and wake up, or maybe I should get her some flowers she hates the smell of. She’d probably drag her way out of the coma just to smack me for daring to bring them to her.” Caroline spoke turning a bracelet on her left hand.

“No change, but flowers might make her smile when she wakes up.” Elena agreed. Then the two went into a long-winded conversation about all the things Parker hated about flowers and hospitals. Parker smiled at the sight of Caroline and Elena laughing, looking forward not back.

VD

"Come on Parker you need to rejoin the land of the living." Damon said taking the seat next to her bed, hair slightly messy.

"I wish I could," Parker said even though he couldn't hear her.

"Your sister was attacked Parker, by a vampire who that knew Katherine. Plus, she's going stir crazy because you're here, in a coma." Damon said looking at her face. "You're like my only friend Parker, I told you something that I never told anyone before. You need to wake up, the living and walking dead need you."

Just as Damon was about to leave, the machines surrounding Parker started to go crazy. Just as nurses and Doctors started running into the room the machines went back to normal. Then Parker shot up gasping, eyes burning red for a few seconds before returning to their normal color.