#But Tray's lost the most important thing

[starkwlkr]

hii! maybe it's y/n's birthday charles and their kids are having an argument about who will get the best gift

a rock? thanks! | charles leclerc

yes, it’s another vine reference but instead of an avocado it’s a rock 🙃

Y/n’s birthday was coming up and everyone in the Leclerc household was each getting her something. Ruby had asked her grand-mère to take her to a store to buy her maman a gift. Charles had been planning his gift to his wife for weeks. He was convinced Y/n would love this year’s gift.

While his sister and father did their own thing, little Mathéo Leclerc thought that his mother would like something handmade so he wandered around the house looking for supplies to make his gift. He settled on making her a picture of her.

He kept his gift a secret until a day before his mother’s birthday. It was dinner time and Mathéo was trying to find his mother’s drawing, but it was no where to be found. He lost the most important gift. But he wasn’t going to end up being the only one without a gift. He didn’t want to be embarrassed.

One thing Charles never thought would happen was that he would argue with his children about who had the better gift. It was there next day and Charles got up early to make his wife her birthday breakfast. When he got to the kitchen he was surprised to see his mother and daughter already making waffles and freshly squeezed orange juice.

Ruby had on a little smirk on her face, sitting on the counter with her legs crossed one over the other. “Hi papa.” She knew that her papa would make her maman a special birthday breakfast each year and this year, she had asked her grand-mère to help.

“I never thought that my own daughter would betray me.” Charles walked towards his mother.

“You’re so dramatic, hand me the plate.” Pascale rolled her eyes.

“Just letting my wife know that this was my idea since we’ve met.” Charles stated as he walked to the cabinet to get a plate thrown handed it to his mother.

“You were snoring really loud like I think uncle pierre heard you and he lives in italy so grand-mère and i made maman’s special birthday breakfast.” Ruby said with a smile.

“Yeah, well when your maman sees my gift, she’s going to forget about her special birthday breakfast.” Charles ruffled Ruby’s hair since he knew how much she hated her hair being messed up.

“She better not! Ruby called me at five in the morning to make sure I didn’t forget!” Pascale said.

“Wait, you never got up that early to make me a birthday breakfast.” Charles suddenly remembered.

“That’s because grand-mère loves me and maman more.” Ruby teased.

“Stop it, you two! Now, Ruby, my little beautiful girl, you take this and give it to your maman, okay?” Pascale gave Ruby a small gift bag that contained Ruby’s present to Y/n. “And don’t forget to show your lovely smile, oh! You look so pretty!” Pascale placed a kiss on the girl’s cheek.

She then turned to Charles, who was more than ready to receive compliments from his mother. “Here.” She handed him the tray that had the special birthday breakfast.

“I have a lovely smile too. Ruby got it from me, aren’t you going to compliment my smile?”

“You have a nice smile.” Pascale said and practically shoved him out the kitchen so they could surprise Y/n.

On the way to the bedroom, Ruby giggled. “See? Grand-mère looooooovessss me.”

When the father and daughter got to the already opened door, they heard Y/n talking with Mathéo.

“Happy birthday maman!” Ruby ran to her mother’s side and gave her a hug. “Look! I bought you something!” She gave Y/n the gift bag.

“Aw, you didn’t have to get me anything because you and Théo are my greatest gifts.”

“Say that again, I don’t think papa heard you.” Ruby continued her teasing.

“Okay, okay, you win Ruby Jules,” Charles rolled his eyes. He then placed the special birthday breakfast infront of Y/n and gave her a kiss. “Happy birthday, Mon amour.”

“Thank you, all of you.” Y/n smiled.

“Maman, open my gift!” Ruby exclaimed.

So Y/n did and when she opened the bag, she found a teddy bear with a smaller teddy bear attached to it. “This is adorable! Thank you, Ruby.” Y/n hugged her daughter.

“Yeah, well this is from me and no one else,”Charles continued with his teasing. He handed her a small box that contained a ring. “It’s those rings that have the picture inside when you look. It’s a picture of all of us.”

“It’s beautiful, thank you.” Y/n gave him a kiss.

“Maman, I got you something too.” Little Mathéo shyly spoke.

“You do, my beautiful boy? Let’s see what it is,”Y/n sat up. From behind his back, Mathéo brought out a rock that was just the same size as his hand.

“I named it rock.” Mathéo smiled proudly.

“Rock the rock?” Ruby wondered. “I like Steve better. Steve the rock is better.”

“This is a wonderful rock, Théo. I love it.” Y/n placed a kiss on her son’s forehead.

“It’s a rock?”

“And I love it.”

[bloodyknucklesforme]

No name (taking suggestions) for this yet but yeah @syoddeye got me into Nikolai so... here's this. It's way longer than I originally planned but here we are. There will be more at some point but my fingers were just itching to write this out rn so unedited as well...

cw: dark fic, dubcon/noncon, reader is being trafficked, human trafficking, cockwarming, body inspection, piv, Nikolai is evil but also kind i guess,

"Clothes off... all of them," A thick Russian accent said from the intercom. You looked up at the camera in the corner. He must of seen you hesitate, "I already paid. Don't waste my money."

It never got easier. It'd been almost a year now. As you dropped your coat to the floor your anger and shame hit the ceiling. You'd trusted your ex, he promised to help you when you lost your job, when you couldn't pay rent, when you needed to borrow money. You moved to London for better opportunities now you were in some stranger's house waiting to be used. You'd lost track of how deep in debt you were to him and his 'friends'. 10k? 20k? It made your stomach clench.

"Don't cry. You'll fuck up your makeup." is what those cunts back at the club would always say before you got in a car to a client's.

Marcus hammered it in that this was a very important client. Probably another criminal. A rich one at that. His house was more of a warehouse with an automatic front door.

"Turn around," he ordered when the last of your clothes hit the floor. Checking for a wire or weapons you guessed. Knowing you were being watched like this made your skin crawl but it was better than being groped immediately on entry.

The front room was more of a safe room with steel walls and thick doors. No windows, just the camera, an intercom panel and a white gift box.

"New clothes in the box. Put them on."

It was a too small lacy bra and matching too small panties. A washed baby blue, all mesh so you were fully exposed. The door inside clicked. You went inside.

It was nice. Expensive but not tacky like other homes you've been too. The kind of furniture you'd seen in interior design magazines and auctions, solid wood things made by designers with names you could never properly pronounce. There were soviet era antiques scattered about as decor. The first floor was open with a kitchen and dining area to the side and the rest of the room being a living area. There were stairs to the side leading up to where you guessed was the bedroom.

"You're prettier than the photo." You jumped at the voice. He was so quiet you didn't notice him on the couch. He was big, obviously tall but muscular with wide shoulders. Dark hair slicked back with a widow's peak. Stubble covered the bottom part of an aged face. He wasn't old, older yes but whatever business he was in had aged him around the eyes.

He snapped his fingers and motioned for you to walk over. He had a cigar in the other hand.

"Good. You follow instructions. More than I can say for the last one Arno sent me." He motioned for you to spin around again, giving your ass a light spank and laughing when you yelped. "You fuck anyone else today?"

"No," you shook your head. He blew cigar smoke at you, watching the silver bisect around your middle.

"Good. I'd hate to waste more time cleaning you out. They never do a good job at that." He put his cigar in the ash tray beside him. "On your knees."

"What's your name?" He asked, making space between his legs for you. You answered softly, a lie. Never give them anything was what another girl told you. He held your chin between two fingers, moving your head around like a doll. "Open your mouth."

He leaned forward, looking inside you. A thumb hooked over your bottom row of teeth. It tasted like tobacco and sweat. You'd learned to hold back gags long ago.

"I don't like girls with rotten teeth." He ran a finger over your teeth, top and bottom, occasionally pressing on one. He frowned, "Stop shaking. I'm not going to hurt you."

A lie, most likely. Men always said that before fucking you, like they could believe you were there willingly, like they didn't pick you out of a catalogue of girls. You clenched your fists in your lap and willed the fear out of your bones.

"I like girls who like you." He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and pushed your jaw shut. "I paid to have you all night. Make it worth it."

He leaned back, grabbing a remote and turning on the tv. A hockey game roared on the tv.

"Is there...uh...anything you want me to call you?"

He looked down at you, like he already forgot you were there.

"Sir, when you answer my questions. Kolya, when I fuck you." He undid his belt and spread his legs wider. You knew your job. He picked up his cigar again as you undid the zipper on his pants.

He laid a hand on the back of your head, pressing down your hair.

"Just keep me warm for now. Don't want to miss anything."

You took a deep breath before taking him into your mouth. He was thick and uncut. Intimidating even half hard. He didn't push as you worked your throat open, slowly bobbing your head. Sometimes men would ply you with liquor, help you to relax a bit more. You wish he had. The mix of salts from precum and skin filled your senses. A hesitant hand moved to rest on his thigh for leverage. He didn't shake you off.

"Good job, Kotenok." He rubbed his knuckles across your cheek. He let you rest against his thigh, nose tickled by his dark pubes. Cigar smoke, the drone of the tv and the blood rushing around your head started to calm your nerves. Maybe tonight wouldn't be as awful as you thought.

He thrusted lazily during every commercial break. Everything was in Russian so you couldn't follow the game beyond his angry or excited, more so angry, ad libs.

He finally sighed and turned off the tv. He tapped your cheek softly.

"Kotenok, I need you to make me feel better about my team losing."

He made you walk ahead of him, directing you towards his bedroom. His dark eyes dug into your spine.

His bedroom was dark. Wine colored walls with thick, velvet blackout curtains covering the windows. The bed was large with silk sheets and a down comforter.

You crawled onto the bed, swaying your hips as enticingly as you could manage. A hand wrapped around your ankle and pulled you to the edge of the bed. You yelped as his hips hit your ass, cock bouncing against your cheeks.

"Remember what I told you, Kotenok?" He pulled your panties down, calloused hands scrapping against your thighs. "What to call me?"

"Kolya."

"Good girl." Two fingers felt around your entrance. A shiver ran down your spine. You weren't wet enough, you knew that. You clung to the comforter, waiting for pain.

"I told you to stop shaking. I said I wouldn't hurt you." He rubbed a hand across your ass. He sounded annoyed. You closed your eyes and pressed your face against the silk. It smelled clean and floral.

The snap of plastic and cold fingers prodding at your cunt.

"Shhh...I don't break the things I buy." He didn't admonish you for hiding your face as he scissored you open. "There we go, Kotenok."

He pushed in slowly, groaning loudly as you whimpered and fidgeted. Despite the preparation it was a stretch and burn. He held you down by your hips.

"Good girl," he purred with one last push. The head of his cock bumped against your crevix , causing you to clench in pain. It only spurred him to start thrusting roughly. Your face dragged against the sheets.

"Close your eyes and let it happen. Most of them don't last long anyways," a girl said to you early on. You didn't remember her name.

You forced out moans every time his hips smacked against your ass. Arching your back so he could think he was pleasuring you. There was a modicum of pleasure, chasing it was too much effort, especially with unreceptive partners.

He wrapped an arm around your waist, hand dipping between your thighs. He pinched your clit till you cried out.

"I don't like liars, Kotenok." He rubbed harsh circles till you moaned, shuddering hard. "Cum on my cock or shut up."

His other hand grabbed your shoulder and pulled you up. Your back rested against his chest. Still rubbing your clit, he hooked an arm under yours and rested it between your breasts while holding your chin and forcing you to look upwards. There was a mirror on the ceiling.

"Say my name," He barked.

"Kolya...please...Kolya. I..."

"Want to come on my cock? Beg me for it."

"Kolya please...please Kolya. I want to come. Please. Kolyaaaaa!"

You watched yourself as he forced you up to your peak, clenching around his cock. He laughed harshly and smacked your pussy. He held you up as your legs failed to hold you up any longer. You came hard, grabbing at his arms, manicured nails digging into his muscles.

He growled something in Russian before biting down on your shoulder. He filled you to the hilt, his cock twitching inside your still clenching pussy. His cum was a familiar warm. He let go and you fell face forward against the bed.

"Catch your breath. I still want my money's worth."

You lost count of how many times he fucked you. You were pliant and submissive, following his lead as he bent you into whatever position he wanted. He was more virile than you expected.

You woke up sore, dried cum and bite marks covering your body.

"You shower before you leave. Scrub well." He slapped your ass before shutting the door and locking it from the outside.

It was a large shower but more importantly the water was hot. Not warm but hot. You could have cum just from feeling the jets against your skin. The body wash was luxurious - sweet and woody. You scrubbed well. These kind of men didn't want their DNA wandering all over the place.

There was towel left for you but no clothes and your lingerie from last night was missing as well. He did leave a cup of tea for you on the bedside table.

You kept the towel wrapped around yourself as you walked back downstairs. He was sitting at the dining table, typing on a laptop, cup of tea still steaming and full.

"Come here, Kotenok." He tugged your towel till it fell to the floor. He tapped the inside of your thigh till you spread them. "Don't start shaking again."

You bit your lip. He spread you open with two fingers, tilting his head as he inspected you. You yelped when he forced a dry finger inside you, moving it around and dragging it against your walls.

"Good girl." He pulled his hand and away and got a money clip from his pocket. "I like you. I'll ask for you again."

He handed you five hundred pounds. You stared at Charles in disbelief. You'd been tipped before but never this much.

"Thank you, sir."

"Did I ask you a question?" He didn't look away from his computer.

"No...umm...Thank you, Kolya."

The corner of his mouth twitched into a smile.

"If Arno takes that from you, tell me. That's your money. I paid him enough as is. Now go get dressed. Your car is here." He pointed back towards the front door.

You hurried off. For the first time more scared to leave than to stay.

[danshive]

Dancing - My Next Life as a Villainess fan fiction

Katarina danced. Her partner, an imagined Geordo.

He was trying to kill her.

Lacking a sparring partner at the university, much less a sword, Katarina made the most of a straight walking cane she'd acquired. It would have to do.

She parried. She thrust. She spun, the hem of her skirt flaring outward, the non-existent edge of her cane just missing imaginary Geordo's neck. She bent back, barely keeping her balance, an imagined blade not an inch from her face.

She fought furiously for her life, her impractical dress an obstacle in more ways than one, the simple heat from wearing it a danger unto itself.

Still, she wore it. Should the day finally come that she had to defend against the real Geordo, it would likely be in this dress.

That point was fair enough, but it was still a summer's day, and her exercise was intense. It was in the middle of another spin that Katarina finally lost her footing, and fell to the grass in a sweaty heap, her eyes shut before she hit the ground.

"KATARINA!" Maria sprinted across the field to her, flanked by Mary and Sophia. All three had been mesmerized by Katarina's dance from a distance, and none had wanted to interrupt her. 

Maria regretted not listening to her instincts. They had been screaming this could happen, but other feelings had overruled them.

Knelt beside Katarina, Maria took her hand, and willed healing magic into her.

Sophia, still standing, summoned a cool breeze to wash over Katarina.

Mary, whose element was water, wasn't sure what to do. Should she sprinkle Katarina with water? Conjure up a bucket's worth over her head? Drench her entirely with cool, magic water, her dress clinging to her lovely skin, and then—

"Glasses!" Sophia shouted in what would have been normal speaking volume for anyone else.

"Right! For drinking!" Mary shouted back at exceptional volume while running towards the nearby kitchens. "The most important thing of all!"

Katarina, with eyes half-open, looked towards Maria's face. Sleepily, she asked "oh. Hello, Maria. When'd you get here?"

Maria chuckled awkwardly, half-sounding like a sob. Tears trickled down her cheeks. Katarina's eyes widened.

"Maria? What's wrong?!" she asked before the rest of her current situation sunk in. She was lying in the grass, her right hand held by Maria as a cool breeze flowed over her courtesy of Sophia.

"Oh," Katarina said, a twinge of guilt and embarrassment in her voice. "I overdid it, didn't I?"

"What on earth were you doing?!" Sophia shouted at room volume, her eyes watering.

Katarina, with no idea how to explain herself, and even less energy to do so, replied simply. 

"I was dancing."

"KATAAARRRIIIIINNNNNNAAAAA~!" A tray-carrying comet barreled towards them. The comet in question was named Mary.

With Mary the comet were Keith, Alan, Nicol, and Geordo, all of whom had water with them. Between them, they could have rehydrated over half a dozen Katarinas.

Katarina accepted a glass from someone. She wasn't sure who it was as it found its way into her left hand, but as she sat up to drink from it, she saw it had been Geordo.

The look Katarina gave him in that moment was one he could never understand.

[nghtwngs]

silly human traditions

description: you’ve never had a new year’s kiss before. neither has the doctor. you decide to change that tonight.

pairing: tenth doctor x reader (you can probably read it as eleven too!)

genre: fluff, friends to lovers, mutual pining

word count: 1.2k

warnings: alcohol consumption (by the doctor), ten might be ooc bc im literally rewatching eleven’s episodes (im on the second christmas special rn!) and i think ive lost his voice but i hope that’s not the case

a/n: happy new year!! i wrote this up like real fast bc i was thinking about kissing ten and well… yeah

You walk into the TARDIS’s control room with a huge grin plastered on your face. “Doctor, we have to celebrate our first New Year!”

The Doctor looks up from the control console and turns his head to face you. “New Year?” His eyebrows are furrowed, lips curled down into a frown. “There’s no concept of time in the time vortex—how would we celebrate New Year’s?”

“Well, my phone’s calendar doesn’t change.” You pull out your device, opening the calendar app and holding it up for him to see. “It’s currently December 31st. And also we celebrated the holidays this past week.”

He pulls out his glasses out of his suit and puts them on. He squints at your screen anyway. “Well, I guess so. How’d you figure we do that?” He jumps up, running over to you. “What about a planet where everything is made of water? Or we could watch a galaxy of stars fizzle out into nothing but dust!”

“Well, Doctor, I was thinking we could just, I don’t know… spend it on Earth? Watch the ball drop in Time Square or something? Hm, actually maybe not that.”

“You little humans and all your traditions.”

“You love it.”

He mirrors your cheeky grin. “Alright, then! I think I have just the place.” He rushes over to the console, doing his thing. The TARDIS makes her signature wheezing noise, reminding you to hold on tight. “New York! Present year… well, for you anyway. Two hours ‘til midnight. Dress well. We have a party to crash!”

You make a sound of excitement, giving the Doctor a chaste kiss on the cheek. “Amazing.” You run off to the TARDIS’s vast wardrobe to find an appropriate outfit.

After finishing getting ready, you pop back into the control room to find the Doctor fiddling with his tie. He’s dressed in a black suit. A classic. You think it suits him well. (Pun not intended.)

“No bow tie this time?” you ask, walking over to him.

He just shakes his head. “Nah.”

“You clean up nicely,” you say, tightening his tie for him.

He smiles so softly at you that it makes your heart ache with need. “You do too.”

You clear your throat when the intensity of his gaze hits you. “Well, we better get to the party. Don’t wanna miss anything else.” You link your arms, dragging him out of the TARDIS.

Turns out, the party he took you to crash is filled with a bunch of celebrities. No one either of you care for, but celebrities nonetheless. It makes you feel important to be around all these people. Like you’re important enough to be around the Doctor, who you’d say is the most famous of them all. It makes you feel special. Being here. With him, but maybe not with him.

He doesn’t even bother to correct anyone when they mistake you for being an item. You often wonder if there is any deeper meaning behind that. It makes your heart stumble off beat. But that’s silly. A ridiculous, quite pathetic notion.

Silly human things, you suppose.

But it’s okay. He makes you feel special. Anyone the Doctor chooses to be his companion is special.

The very best of humanity, he’d say.

The Doctor has a sip of some random alcoholic drink you were both offered (you declined) and sticks his tongue out in disgust. He immediately places the glass back onto the tray. “That was dreadful. Absolutely dreadful.”

You can’t stop yourself from giggling until he grabs your water and chugs the entire thing. You grumble, “I was about to drink that.” But your words come out much too soft, too fondly for him to believe you’re really upset over it.

He leads you out onto the balcony with his hand on your back. You forget all about your drink.

“Oh my, God!” You double over, holding onto the Doctor’s arm. “They were sentient? How can grass be sentient?” You both continue to wheeze like it’s the funniest thing the two of you ever heard.

“Yeah, they were quite rude honestly. Telepathic. Said my hair looks ridiculous,” he muses. His voice suddenly goes quiet. He leans into you, staring into your eyes like it’d make you any more honest. “Does my hair look ridiculous?”

You run your fingers through his locks, making sure not to mess them up. “Your hair looks great. I always like it.”

“Yeah? You think so?”

You nod in agreement.

Cheers erupt from inside, and you’re worried you missed the countdown. But there’s still another five minutes left.

“Do you have any resolutions for the New Year, Doctor?”

“Resolutions? Why would I need resolutions? Is that some human tradition? Why do you have so many traditions?”

“People just want to have goals, I guess? I never really stuck with mine. And well, it’s really just that and uh… the New Year’s kiss.”

“New Year’s kiss?” He frowns.

“Yeah, they say if you kiss someone at midnight on New Year’s, it’ll strengthen the bond between you? I don’t know. It’s silly. I’ve never had a New Year’s kiss before, so I couldn’t tell you if it’s true or not.”

“Huh.” There’s his thinking face. Nothing good ever comes from his thinking face. Not unless you’re in a life or death situation, and you don’t think you are right now. At least you really hope not. “Do you… Would you like to test that theory out?”

You almost choke. “What?”

“Well, I mean, it’s not like we have to or anything.”

“I didn’t peg you as the superstitious type.”

“I’m not. But no harm in trying it out, right?”

No, there’s a lot of harm in trying it out, you want to say. You think your heart might explode out of your chest. That would be a horrible way to start out the new year. He’d have to find another companion whose heart stays in their chest cavity and away from both of his.

“Yeah, no harm at all.”

Why can’t your mouth just stay shut sometimes?

You hear the countdown start.

Ten.

He holds your chin between his index finger and thumb.

Nine.

His warm eyes look into yours.

Eight.

You’ve never been touched with such gentleness before.

Seven.

His scent is so clean and warm and so him.

Six.

The proximity is completely dizzying.

Five.

You think you can feel your knees buckle.

Four.

How can he look at you as if you’re the only interesting thing in the universe?

Three.

When he’s seen it all.

Two.

A quick glance at your lips.

One.

The Doctor presses his lips against yours. It’s wonderful. He tastes like berries. When in the world did he have berries? Your arms slink around him, pulling him as close as possible. He doesn’t seem to mind. He cups your face with his hands. What a brain melting kiss. The strings of his hearts are knotting with yours. You want to be consumed by this feeling.

It doesn’t register that you have to breathe for a minute, but you think you’d kiss him forever if you could. You have all the time in the world anyway. You wonder how long can Time Lords go without air. Probably much longer than humans, yeah? You, with much reluctance, pull away.

He pecks your lips again. He grins cheekily at you. “A while.”

You scoff. You hate it when he does that. And when he smiles at you like that. Your neck grows hot even though it’s cool outside. “It’s midnight.” You’re still breathless.

“It is.”

“You’re my first New Year’s kiss.”

“You’re mine.”

Maybe it’s true; the bond between you does feel stronger this year. You kiss him again and then some more.

[dc-marvel-life]

Slipped My Mind

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x reader 

Summary: Bruce forgot a very important day and the whole family is making sure he knows it. He tries to fix the mistake before you get home

Word Count: 917

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Bruce was sitting in the Batcave on the bat computer going over some files after a night of patrol. It has been a strange day for Bruce because no one is giving him the time of day today. It all started this morning when he woke up to an empty, cold bed without you. He didn’t think too much about it because you both are busy people with jobs. You own a very popular restaurant downtown. 

Alfred comes down to the Batcave to give Bruce his nightly coffee. Once Alfred is next to Bruce he just throws down the tray in front of Bruce. Bruce looks at Alfred wondering why he just did that, but Alfred just has a straight face. Bruce lets out a sigh and nods his head. He picks up the coffee and spits it out.

“Alfred why is the coffee cold and bitter” Bruce grabs the napkin on the tray and cleans his mouth. 

“I bet that is how Mistress Y/N feels about you today,” Alfred says under his breath then walks away. Bruce looks at him wide eye not understanding where that just came from. He ignores it now and will talk about it later with him. Right now Bruce is tired and just wants to see and cuddle his wife. 

After a bit, the boys come back from patrol. They didn’t want to work with Bruce tonight. They didn’t give a good reason. They just mumbled under their breath and left. 

“How was patrol tonight boys?” Bruce asked trying to make conversation since he was being ignored all day.

“Why do you care about how patrol is when there are more important things to be worried about right now,” Jason says taking off his helmet. Bruce looks at Jason with narrowed eyes trying to understand what he means by that. 

“Jason is right and you need to do better or you are going to lose her,” Dick says with anger behind his tone. 

“Lose her..” Bruce says to himself.

“Have you not noticed that she hasn’t been here all day because I have and miss her!” Damian yells. Bruce starts to think; are they talking about you not being here?

“Y/N isn’t here because you have forgotten your 10-year anniversary,” Tim says out loud. Bruce's heart stops for a second and he looks at the date. They were right, it was you and Bruce’s 10-year wedding anniversary and it has slipped his mind.

He stops everything that he is doing and runs out of the Batcave. He takes off the suit, gets into one of his many cars, and drives to the nearest store at this hour. He goes in and buys everything that you like and rushes back home to get everything set up for you. 

After about an hour you arrive home after a very long day. You go up to your shared room with Bruce and open the door in awe. There are rose petals everywhere with lit candles and all your favorite snacks, candies, and drinks. You look at Bruce with a serious face.

“Are you cheating on me?!” you say angrily. 

“Why would you think that?” Bruce says confused.

“Baby, I love you and everything but you aren’t the most romantic person in the world sometimes. You know how to treat a woman very well but you don’t really show it too much. Now I come home on a random day and this is all done. I have to think that you are cheating on me and got caught” you explain and Bruce starts to laugh.

“Oh, this is great. You also forgot” Bruce smiles and walks over to you.

“What did I forget?” you start to think about what was so important about today, and then you remember. Today is your anniversary. 

“Bruce I am so sorry that I forgot. I was so busy this morning getting stuff for the kids. Dick was wearing too small of clothes, so I went shopping for him. Jason needed new guns because somehow he lost them. Tim needed new computer parts. Damian has a field trip so I had to drive to the school and drop it off. Barbara needed help getting somewhere today. Then the restaurant was understaffed tonight so I had to jump in” You ramble on but stop one Bruce pulls you into a hug and leans in to give you a deep, passionate kiss that takes your breath away. 

“Happy anniversary dear. We both forgot and that’s okay” Bruce says and you both laugh at it.

“Wow we really did forget, but it has been the best 10 years of my life” You give Bruce a chaste kiss. 

“Now I haven’t been able to see my wife all tonight and the boys have been giving me the cold shoulder because they think you are mad at me for not remembering,” Bruce says.

“Let me go talk to the boys and explain what really happened,” you say and try to leave Bruce’s hold but can’t get out of his strong grip on your waist.

“Now we still have a few hours left in our anniversary and I want to spend it taking care of my hard-working wife who has been on her feet all day,” Bruce says and picks you up with ease.

“I like the sound of that” You wrap your arms around Bruce’s neck and kiss him. You both spend the night remembering why you got married in the first place. 

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[foodandfolklore]

Kitchen Altars - Placement Pros and Cons

For those unaware, an Altar in Witchcraft is a surface where you do most of your magical or spiritual "stuff". It helps you focus your intentions, harness power, and is your general working space. I see a lot of Kitchen Witches making or wanting to make altars to have in their kitchen. It can give them a space to charge items, to leave offerings, to gather energy and power, ect. They may also use it to invite a specific deity or entity into their kitchen. So what or where can be your Altar? Here are some ideas depending on your needs.

The entire Kitchen This is the route I think many traditional Kitchen Witches Take. An altar is meant to be a working space. Your kitchen is like a swiss army knife of working space. If you want your entire kitchen to be your altar, don't be afraid to add things to Up it's magical energy. Kitchen/Cottage Witch Poppets, Decorative Crystals, Important Symbols, hand made garlands, charms, Whatever.

However, the down side to this is: first, It's harder to stay in the broom closet the more you have on display. I am very lucky in that I don't fear any kind of persecution from family, friends, neighbors, ect. But not everyone feels as secure openly practicing. Second, if you are someone who shares a kitchen with many people like roommates or extended family, you may not be able to set up or decorate the kitchen exactly as you want. Additionally, All these extra people coming in an out at different times with different moods can throw off the energy in the space. So having something separate might work better for you.

Counters Probably the most popular place to set up an altar in a kitchen as it's the most obvious. You may want to set aside a small section of your counter and dedicate it to an altar. A shallow wooden box or tray for you to put your altar in may be a good idea. This is because the main downside to having an altar set up on your counter is you lose counter space. Which can be very valuable. So by building your altar on or in a tray allows you to move it temporarily should you need the extra counter space.

Cupboards or Drawers This is a little more broom closet friendly. You can set up an altar in an obscure cupboard shelf or unused drawer, then open it up when you want to use it. Then when not in use, it's closed up out of sight. Since it's closed off, you don't need to worry as much about dust or kitchen grim. However, the downside is your altar is either taking up valuable storage space or it's in an awkward to get to area. Like that corner cupboard that you need to get on a chair in order to reach the back, or that drawer that can only open when you have the oven door open. If it's a pain in the ass to get to, you're less likely to use it.

Kitchen Table If your table is large enough to hold a bowl or basket as a decorative center piece, consider building your altar in that bowl or basket. This tends to be a great option for those with their foot in the broom closet since the altar can be written off as a decorative piece. It's also good in that it doesn't take up work or storage space. And since it's in a basket or other container, you can move it when you need the space.

The downside is for us witches who are a little more...chaotic...in our organization style. Stuff gets dropped on the kitchen table to be dealt with later, only for later to never come. Mail, clothes, documents, drinking glasses; things just get lost in the layers of time. Your altar may end up lost or damaged.

Windowsill Another popular choice for Kitchen Witches who like to grow herbs or plants. They'll set up their foliage by the window and base an altar around that. Space tends to be a bit limited in these cases, so make sure any additions are small. Also be carful when setting up crystals in your windowsill. While sunlight is great for plants, it can be harmful for some popular crystals like Amethyst and fade the color.

Also, pay attention to how your window opens. If you want to open the window and it slides, or you need to crank a handle, you don't want anything to block the window from opening. And on the flip side, you don't want to damage your altar items if opening the window causes them to fall.

Shelves Specifically shelves that are separate from the kitchen cupboards. You may want to install a floating shelf or just get a corner shelf stand. You can build your altar on one (or all) of the shelf surfaces. It's great as it can be set out of the way but still in an area that's convenient to get to.

The downside tends to be cost and installation. Floating shelves tend to be cheaper than a standing corner shelf. You can find some nice wooden floating shelves at second hand stores or flea markets for anywhere between 10 to 60 dollars. But when you install them, you want to make sure you drill part of it into a wall stud. This helps stop them from falling down. This is assuming you CAN drill into a wall, as many rental agreements don't allow you to put holes in walls. A small, standing shelf is a good alternative and renter friendly. However, you tend to need to buy these new and can cost several hundred dollars. If you or someone you know are good with carpentry, maybe you can build a custom shelf. But new wood is still very expensive.

Fridge Close the fridge, we're not putting it inside. I mean you can; but that might be messy. Most fridges have at lest 1 magnetic surface. And did you know there are a lot of things you can get with magnets attached? Magnetic Jars or Containers, Magnetic shelves, Magnetic hooks- Not to mention the plethora of decorative magnets. I've seen tarot card magnets, moon phase magnets, Astrology magnets, ect. You can arrange your fridge to be a vertical altar.

The downside here being most of these items will probably be bought online, and the quality of the magnetism can vary. Make sure you read reviews and make sure something won't just fall off one day. And avoid pushing the strength of things like Magnetic shelves by loading them up with heavy objects. Another downside may be your fridge doesn't have a magnetic side exposed. Stainless steel fridges tend to not be magnetic on the front. Something about the metal used. They are magnetic on the sides, but if your fridge doesn't have exposed sides due to placement, you may be SOL for a fridge altar.

Outside the Kitchen Lastly, remember that just because you practice kitchen magic, doesn't mean you need to restrict yourself to the kitchen. Kitchen witches are allowed to practice other kinds of magic in addition to kitchen magic. You may want an altar for these situations. So set one up in the living room, dining room, bedroom, backyard, bathroom, wherever works for you. And if it doesn't work for you, don't be afraid to move it!

[saladscream]

This was too good. Couldn't resist. Here's the short nonsense fluffy ficlet this artwork inspired. Thank you @discessio !! ❤️

Title: Misstep (crap title, I know)

Pairing: Merlin/Arthur

Warning: sappy, fluffy, cliffhanger, unbetaed

Wordcount: 1377

The first time it happens is by complete accident, Merlin can swear it on his mother’s life. Well, it’s an accident that turns into an opportunity, really. Let’s say it’s half-accident, half-neediness. And let’s keep Merlin’s mother out of it.

What’s for certain is that the first time it happens, it’s definitely not on purpose. Merlin doesn’t engineer it. He simply reacts instinctively and freezes the course of time in order to avoid the loud, inevitable clatter of the falling tray. Arthur’s still fast asleep and Merlin knows the prince’s sleep has been a little elusive over the past few weeks, so really he stops time for all the right reasons.

He picks the suspended goblet, plate and cutlery from their arrested tumble, mid-air. Accident averted. Gaius wouldn’t be happy with this, but again, at no point did Merlin actually think it through. He merely reacted. There’s a surreptitious lick of unease down his back as he realises he is somewhat playing with fire here.

But Merlin wants to concentrate on the positive outcome – Arthur’s uninterrupted and much-needed sleep.

In a rare show of self-indulgence, Merlin stands by the bed for a moment, gazing at his prince. His sweet, brave, arrogant prince who’s such an insufferable clotpole but also the most important person in Merlin’s world. The most aggravatingly beloved man in Merlin’s guarded heart. The most forbidden idol in Merlin’s unmentionable fantasies.

Merlin blinks himself out of his nebulous and slightly lascivious thoughts.

And finally realises he hasn’t unfrozen time, lost in contemplation of the darling bane of his existence as he was. It’s just that Arthur is so pretty when he’s asleep, all tousled blonde hair and soft lips and peaceful features. It’s such a rare occurrence to be able to look upon him being so care-free and utterly safe.

Merlin releases the flow of time.

And immediately wishes he’d used the suspended pause to stroke Arthur’s hair.

Merlin gets to touch Arthur in many rather intimate ways throughout the day, but he’s never been at liberty to simply indulge in a fond ruffle or a gentle caress – for obvious reasons. He’s always wished he could. He can’t help it. He’s a tactile kind of person, though it may not seem like it. To him, touch is a crucial, under-used language that conveys love and affection like nothing else can. And he finds there’s never enough of it in his life. He’s made his peace with it. It is what it is.

But he wishes he’d thought of reaching out and stroking Arthur’s hair while time was frozen. No one would’ve been the wiser, yet it would’ve meant so much to him.

Merlin presses his lips into a resigned line and resumes his morning duties, delivering the offending tray safely to the table.

And that’s the first time it happens. Complete accident. Missed opportunity. Bittersweet musings.

The second time it happens… Merlin’s again caught wrong-footed. The knife that’s just slipped off the plate is about to stab through his boot, and so everything stops for the almighty warlock. Merlin huffs an annoyed breath, puts down the plate and grabs the suspended knife. The damn thing is sharp and heavy as hell, and Merlin scowls at the hole it would’ve punctured into his boot – and possibly his foot.

And then he realises he’s done it again. Caught Arthur in the bubble of frozen time. He should feel terrible – and he does – but he also feels something else. Like, just a frisson of euphoria. A guilty thrill of elation at being given a second chance.

His hand shakes just a tiny bit as he places the forgotten knife on the bedside table, but he then takes a steadying breath and turns to the bed’s occupant.

The prince is arrested in slumber, slack-jawed and slightly drooling on the pillow, and alright, he looks more ridiculous than dashing right now, but it is this very vulnerability that makes the knight so absurdly dear to Merlin.

Merlin reaches out and his fingertips brush, feather-soft, over the tangled blonde mess of hair. It feels wonderful. Intimate. Illicit. There are shameless butterflies dancing in Merlin’s belly as his fingers caress their treasure. He pushes an errant strand this way and then that way in search of ultimate perfection, as he probably would if Arthur were his. Something in him trembles at the forward gesture.

But enough with these stollen familiarities. Merlin shakes himself out of his tender thoughts and releases time.

And Arthur gives an undignified snore.

The third time it happens… Well, much to Merlin’s own unease, the third time is deliberate. Nothing to startle him, no impending jarring threat, no excuse whatsoever. It’s just that… today was a close call and Merlin truly thought he’d failed his destiny and his prince, and Arthur looked so deathly pale as the poison crawled through his veins, and so now Merlin needs a bit of quiet time alone with the unwitting other half of his soul.

He just wants to look at him. He won’t touch Arthur, he promises himself sternly. It feels too terribly good to touch him – as well as a little wrong.

And so he freezes the course of time, and it feels odd and strained because he seldom does this voluntarily. His magic itches and writhes in discomfort but obeys, and now he can look his fill.

Arthur is still awfully pale and there’s a sheen of sweat dewing his face and throat. One that spreads to his shoulders and upper chest – and Merlin isn’t strictly touching him, just lifting a corner of the covers to check that the bandage hasn’t slipped. But Arthur’s alive. He’s safe now. And Gods, Merlin wishes he could touch him, if only to ground himself and chase the residual fear that lurks within his battered little heart. Just a caressing sweep of his thumb over the crook of the shoulder would do it. A reassurance. An offering. A blessing.

But Merlin has promised himself he wouldn’t touch and he wants to prove to himself that he has a measure of self-control and a modicum of decency. That he’s not one of those sorcerers who abuse their powers. The cover flops back down and Arthur is left to recover in peace.

The fourth time... Alas, there’s no good excuse for the fourth time. It’s the middle of the night and there’s something dreadfully fragile and needy to Arthur’s moans as he struggles with a nightmare. The prince’s chest is bare and heaving, his hands clutching and clenching, his whole sturdy frame restless in the throes of a distressing dream. And truly, Merlin has no other choice. He can’t just stand there and watch and do nothing. He kneels on the bed behind Arthur and leans over him, bracing a light hand on Arthur’s hip while the other rests on the headboard.

“It’s all right,” he murmurs very gently. “You’re all right, Arthur.” And before he can honestly help himself, he’s brushing a soft, tender, timid kiss over Arthur’s damp cheek.

He’s so anxious to make all the bad things go away for his beloved prince. So selflessly ready to do anything and everything to spare his beloved prince any ache of any kind. So damn in love with the clotpole and so unable to exorcise it any other way. The gentle rub of his lips over Arthur’s cheek feels pure and wanton, and tremors of pitiful bliss shimmer though him, miserable wretch that he is.

Which is when Arthur shifts beneath him, tilting his head up for more.

It is at this precise juncture that Merlin, this untold genius, becomes aware of two things.

First, it is not a nightmare. The dream is of a completely different nature, and it is not anguish that strains at Arthur’s features and rocks his body, it is lustful hunger – as the grunt of pleasure confirms.

Second, Merlin forgot to suspend the course of time. He is therefore kneeling over Arthur – pressing a kiss to the man’s cheek, for fuck’s sake – while the prince is having a very natural, very private and very pleasant dream. In real time.

Arthur opens blurry, confused eyes, gazing straight up into Merlin’s blinking, confounded ones.

Now this should be fun to explain.

*the end*

[jesterafterdark]

Feedist Kinktober 2024 - Day 3

"Creepy Cookies🍪"

(prompts via @fatguarddog)

It had been a few months since you'd started dating the girl of your dreams. She was everything, tall, funny, unashamedly odd, and most important to you, she was a feeder. It had taken a few dates before she confessed that to you, and of course you couldn't stop yourself from blurting out that you'd always wanted to date a feeder. She eyed you like a lion staring down prey, her eyes drifting to your muffin-top, then darting to your soft, round face. She grinned at you with predatory glee. That night you ate more than you ever had in one sitting before, all the while she clung to you, coiling herself around you like a snake, whispering sweet things in your ear, making sure you knew that the sweetest thing of all was you.

That had been how it began, but now it was Halloween, or at least it had been a few hours ago. You both stumbled in the door to your apartment, more than a little tipsy. Your girlfriend had picked the costumes, her dressed as a witch and you as a chunky Oktoberfest beer girl. She insisted on getting you one that was a size too small, but you didn't complain. There were looks, of course, and a few people saw the two of you together and made the connection you hadn't. Gretel and a witch to fatten her up. You looked up at her and blushed hard when you realized what she'd done, she couldn't wipe the grin off her face.

"Sit," the witch commanded, shutting the door behind her, "and keep the costume on."

"Huh?" You tried to question her but she had already vanished into the kitchen. You settled onto the couch, eager to please.

A few minutes later she came back, hands behind her back, a smile spreading ear to ear. She'd reapplied her black lipstick. "I have a special treat for you, darling~" She chirped in a sing-songy voice. She dropped herself beside you, draping an arm across your shoulder. "I think you'll really like these."

A tray of cookies landed in your lap, all carefully decorated to fit the Halloween theme. The witch picked up an orange, pumpkin shaped treat decorated with the grin of a Jack O'Lantern, bringing it to your face with a smile on hers.

You don't need to be told, you obediently bit into the cookie. Chocolate chips melted in the warmth of your mouth. You licked crumbs from your lips before moving in for a second bite.

"Good girl," she cooed in your ear, "I love watching you eat for me."

The last of the pumpkin crumbled between your teeth, your girlfriend grabbed a ghost shaped cookie from the tray and put it to your lips. You devoured it without question. You'd never question her. Those eyes are almost hypnotic and you see them pulse with lust after every bite you take. You were so lost in her eyes that you hardly realized that you'd powered through three more cookies. She turned her back to you, keeping a hand gripped tight around your thigh.

"Unzip me," she said in that same commanding tone. Your fingers worked the zipper on her dress, giving her the space to slip out of it. The dress hit the floor as she rose to her feet and turned back around.

"Have you been wearing that all night?" You smiled, realizing that yes, she had that lingerie on under her costume all night.

"I've been planning this for weeks," she laughed, "I've always had this Hansel and Gretel fantasy. Plus you look really good spilling out of that dress."

She moves the tray off your lap and straddles you, cupping your chubby face and bringing another cookie to your lips. "Now c'mon, finish this tray and I'll get the gingerbread house out. We're just getting started."

[stayfortwominutes]

💭 reaction | lee know & changbin (part one)

prompt; "what do you need?" "... a kiss"

disclaimers; written in second person perspective, very amateur descriptions of kissing, no depictions of the members' personalities, actions or thoughts reflect their true character.

pairing; SKZ members x gender neutral reader

content; fluff, comfort, slightly suggestive*, established relationships | total word count; 1.1 k

related; part two ー hyunjin & seungmin

member; lee know (minho) | wc. 490+

a spirit of festivity kindled to life as the delightful aroma of cinnamon, ginger and honey wafted through the kitchen of your cosy apartment. basking in the serenity of each other’s presence was the perfect way to spend your weekend after a stressful week at your work.

perched upon the counter, you read the recipe as minho precisely measured each portion of flour, butter, sugar, and the necessary spices. he asked you to help combine the dry ingredients, knowing the mindless task would help reduce your mind’s unyielding chatter, diverting your attention to the task at hand. minho had developed a wondrous sixth sense about you, pinpointing the precise moments when you were need of respite before you would ever admit it.

as the two of you shaped the biscuits, you conversed through your respective weeks: you were inundated with more work than you were being paid for, whilst minho delved into details from his new dance routines and funny stories between him and the boys.

carefully placing the tray into the oven, minho took to cleaning the dishes. he insisted on an impromptu karaoke session, which you happily obliged, using a spare spatula as a makeshift microphone, and spontaneously pointing it in his direction as you rearranged your favourite songs into a couple’s duet. the sounds of laughter, music and the hint of spices danced in the air to create a blissfully domestic atmosphere that deliquesced your week’s worries.

ding.

the oven timer signalling its end snaps the two of you from your blithe bubble.

“oh, i forgot the most important thing…” minho muses aloud.

“what do you need?” you move to shuffle yourself off the counter, but minho is quick to hinder your path. he stands in between your knees, hands resting on the marble surface below, at either side of your thighs.

“…a kiss,” he breathes, before interlocking his lips with yours.

his hands come up, one placed behind your neck, and the other finding itself comfortably in the small of your back under your shirt.

the kiss begins slowly, the initial contact feathery, as he takes in your surprise. you immediately melt into his touch, your hands encircle his waist, pulling him closer and pressing your chest to his. you sigh in euphoria, and minho tenderly captures your lips again with his. his warm hands lovingly draw soothing patterns against your skin.

you reluctantly let minho pull back. he rests his forehead against yours.

“love, that's my secret ingredient,” he whispers. his plump reddened lips forming into a coy smile.

“i better take the biscuits out to rest.” the tips of minho's ears flushed red as splashes of pink burnt your cheeks.

now invested in minho’s mischief, you hook a finger in his collar to lure him back into your hold.

“forget the biscuits,” you mutter against his lips, feeling him smile into the kiss.

the two of you were soon lost indulging in the sweet, decadent taste of one another.

member; changbin | wc. 620+

you sit on your couch, observing your boyfriend as he paces back and forth, up the hall and then down to the entryway.

“i didn’t want to be alone today,” changbin whines. his gym session was cut vexingly short after chan and han had been summoned back to the company for a last-minute schedule. although not entirely a fan of exercising yourself, you sympathise and endeavour to offer him some motivation.

“how about we do some exercise together? you can do some sit-ups and i’ll hold onto your legs!” you chirp, conjuring up a cheeky method to motive him. he steadfastly moves the coffee table to the side of the room, and rolls out a thick, cushioned yoga mat.

“won’t be a moment!” you call, sauntering to the bedroom, to don a sweatband, before quickly slathering on a generous layer of changbin’s favourite lip balm: strawberry.

you briskly return and settle yourself with him on the mat in the centre of your living room floor.

“alright,” you begin, lacing your arms together underneath his calves, “before we start, i need you to do something for me.”

“what do you need?” he queries with slight perplexity.

“a kiss.”

“for every five sit ups, i’ll grant one kiss.” the apples of your cheeks round proudly. changbin holds your gaze, as the edges of his mouth begin to turn upwards in favour of your proposition, his demeanour brightening.

“deal!” he exclaims with refound vigour.

the kisses are simple, soft pecks. changbin was still engrossed in fulfilling his quotidian routine, but once he grazed your bottom lip, and recognised the familiar strawberry balm, his mind short circuited.

the next couple of kisses, he grew impatient, hastily pulling up and leaning even impossibly closer to you; lingering to enjoy a moment’s longer taste. you ease back, swatting kittenishly at a rogue hand that comes to cup your cheek.

“play nice,” you facetiously scold.

several more sets of sit-ups pass by, and changbin sheepishly obeys, his lips practically ghosting over yours.

you became crescively enamoured by the scene before you. changbin’s biceps flexed in complete glory as he continued his routine. the plump, porcelain skin an inviting site for just one small bite.

you plunge forward as he comes up; a resounding yelp emits from him. his arms no longer bent at the sides of his head, as he rubs at the glistening, red-tinged indent of your teeth that imprint just below his shoulder.

“what did you just do?” changbin stares back at you, a look of disbelief growing on his face as his mouth hangs agape and his brows start to furrow.

you stumble back, stifling a chuckle of satisfaction. “they looked so biteable.”

“you’ve got biteable biceps, baby.” you croon nonsensically.

“mmm, yummy." you hold your hands up in front of you as you curl your fingers in to mimic claws. a deviously glint twinkles in your eyes.

changbin reciprocates your sprightly behaviour, and nimbly tackles you down onto the mat. his fingers tickling mercilessly at the sides of your torso causing you to writhe underneath him in a fit of giggles. with his elated mood, he peppers kisses from your temples to your cheeks, and along your jaw.

then, a light bulb switches on in his mind, and he halts. continuing to hover over you, the look in his eyes slightly darkens; he licks his lip in a sultry manner.

with a few swift moves, changbin effortlessly hoists you up from the mat, into his arms, and walks the two of you in the direction of your bedroom. a smirk mysteriously graces his features. you study his face, your wide eyes brimming with anticipation.

“it’s time i get a proper reward for all my hard work.”  

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૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა note; as per the poll, i wrote this in second person, and i hope there was enough variation between each member's storyline that it wasn't repetitive! the prompt list i stumbled upon sparked a bunch of different ideas but i couldn't confidently write for all members so i chose the "best" ideas out of all eight that i roughly plotted. as usual, please enjoy, and reblog if you liked it, thank you 💖 please check out the original post from @/scealaiscoite for the prompt! © stayfortwominutes ; september 02, 2023.

[wandabear]

EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY [CH 6 - finale] - WANDA MAXIMOFF X F!READER

ㅤㅤㅤ    Summary:   Y/N proposes to Wanda and she says… no. That’s when things get complicated, too much.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x f!reader | Natasha Romanoff x oc ㅤㅤㅤ    ㅤㅤㅤ    Jules is portrayed by Adelaide Kane. Here.

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CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO  CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX - finale

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authors note: Please, listen to Hard to Concentrate - Red Hot Chili Peppers and enjoy this fluff as fuck really melting finale. ✨ Could make you puke. ✨

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCHAPTER SIX

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Waking up had been more painful than she'd expected, especially when there was nothing but an empty spot on the bed next to her.

ㅤㅤㅤ    Despair hit her, sitting up in bed and trying to remember everything about last night. Fear made her freeze, did she imagine everything? Was it just a dream?  ㅤㅤㅤ   

All those thoughts vanished when the door opened. That adorable brunette entered smiling with a breakfast tray in her hands, closing the door with her powers.

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“You were really tired, huh. Morning, detka.” Wanda greeted and set the tray to the side of the bed, leaning down to kiss her lips. And finally, Y/N felt her soul return to her body as if struck by lightning. ㅤㅤㅤ   

Y/N's incredulous look said it all. “Morning.”

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“How are you?” Wanda sat next to her and took Y/N’s hand, as if she knew what was happening. Reminding her that she was really there by her side, forever.

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“Can't believe you're here.” Y/N sighed, completely in love. “And kinda my ribs hurt a little too.”

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They shared an adorable laugh.

ㅤㅤㅤ    “So, tell me everything that has happened in these five years...”

ㅤㅤ Y/N sighed. “Well, it all started when you disappeared from the face of the earth...”

ㅤ  They both chatted for a while while having breakfast, Y/N told her how she managed to control her powers, despite the pain she felt everyday, she had this  huge responsibility. How despite her attempts to keep everything okay, Jules distanced herself by taking a more vigilant and vengeful path. Y/N told her everything that happened in the Compound, how they tried to keep it in order but the world was no longer the same. It was cold, hard and a little more lonely.

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They finally turned on the TV to see what was happening in the world outside of that beautiful bubble. All the newscasts were talking about the most important event in the history of humanity. They talked about how the Avengers had brought back the fallen, how people went out to celebrate outside their homes, but also how people desperately protested the loss of their homes.

ㅤ ㅤ  “Thank you for everything you have done for me, for everyone.” the brunette rested her head on Y/N's shoulder. She knew that Y/N was happy but also worried.

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“You know I would go to the end of the world for you.” Y/N smiled and kissed Wanda’s forehead. ㅤ ㅤ 

“I love you, Y/N.” the sokovian turned to see her, kissing those lips, brushing her nose against hers in a highly romantic and adorable gesture.

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“Love you, Wands.”

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They both smiled, getting lost in that warmth until Y/N's phone started ringing over and over again. Sighing in defeat, Y/N took her phone and saw that she had several missed calls and some texts. Especially from Natasha.

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“Fuck.” Y/N growled.

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“What is it?” Wanda asked curiously, frowning.

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“Real world calling us back.” Y/N turned to see her, caressing Wanda’s cheek gently. She didn't want to leave that little world that together they began to build, but they had to. “Are you ready?”

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Wanda smiled with tenderness, kissing her forehead. “Have we ever been? Let 's do this, detka.”

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The sound of the metal doors opening and some beeps caught her attention but she did nothing. The raven-haired woman just kept sitting, with her eyes closed trying to meditate. But all she could hear was the clink of metal, nature too far out of reach.

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“Meditating or chatting with someone telepathically? Ready to run away.”

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That raspy and definitely hot voice made Jules open her eyes, finding a beautiful and clearly hurt Natasha Romanoff in front of her Containment Module. A cell technologically prepared enough to keep her locked up for a long time.

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“Meh… I managed to have this nice chat with a puffer fish but it was too far away. She said that if she managed to talk to a whale soon, she would let me know.”  The brunette scrunched her nose. “These walls around me don't allow me to do anything. Didn't you bring a seed by any chance?” Jules teased and arched an eyebrow.

ㅤ ㅤ  “Nope, I had my breakfast in the compound early.”  Nat kept her arms crossed and a frown, clearly pissed off. “They barely let me pass with what I'm wearing, that's saying a lot.”

ㅤ ㅤ  “Yeah, I figured.” Jules got up from the ground, moving closer to the wall that separated them.

ㅤ ㅤ  “I see that you've discovered your true powers.” Nat whispered,  trying not to feel sorry for noticing that collar on her neck, preventing the inhuman from using her powers. Just like they wanted to do with Wanda that time.

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“It was pretty interesting to find out.” Jules smiled sadly. She just kept watching the redhead, seeing that nothing had changed, absolutely nothing, Natasha looked like that last time in Wakanda. “Many changes, as I said before.”

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“I've seen it all, I've seen where you've been all this time.”  The black widow narrowed her eyes and using Stark technology on her watch, she showed some videos where Jules was ruthlessly murdering human traffickers.

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Jules rolled her eyes. “Is it safe to talk here? Cause I want my lawyer.” 

ㅤ ㅤ 

Natasha walked over to the wall and looked at her watch one more time, which began with a countdown. Suddendly that angry and serious look completely disappeared.

ㅤ ㅤ 

“Look, Stark is sugarcoating Ross while communications are failing and cameras aren't recording-” Before Natasha could continue, Jules cut her off.

ㅤ ㅤ 

“I have done terrible things.” The inhuman said really sorry, she knew very well that Natasha was good at faking it, especially for the cameras and for Ross. “Ever since I lost you, and I don't want it to sound like an excuse, I… I have been a very different person.”

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Nat sighed. “Hey. I get it. I know what it is.”

ㅤ ㅤ 

“Nat…” Jules took a deep breath, her lips twitched.  “I have murdered people. As you saw there… You changed for the better, I changed for the worse.”

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Natasha didn't say anything, she just watched as Jules's brown eyes filled with tears.

ㅤ ㅤ 

“Bad people. Murderers, human traffickers, cartel people. Every one of them is gone. All that you see there? It's true.” She sniffled. “I wish I could have stayed the girl you knew, so… pure and good.” Jules wiped away the tears that fell down her face. “But I couldn’t… I’m sorry.”

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“I lost you.” Jules just started crying.  “I lost you and I didn't tell you that I loved you! All this time… I just watched you die.” She just shrugged. “A-and everyone tried to move on, but I couldn't, I couldn't. And I couldn't tell you that I loved you, all these years… I loved you.”

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Completely devastated, Natasha placed her hand against that wall, shedding a tear.  “I'm sorry I left you. I’m so sorry, Милая. ”

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“I love you, Nat.” She put her hand against the wall too.

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 “I love you, Jules. Я люблю тебя всей душой.”

ㅤ ㅤ  Smiling through tears, both of them simply kept their hands together that way. Wishing they could have each other, be able to hug and caress each other. But that was the way things were.

ㅤ ㅤ 

“I missed how good you looked with braids.” Jules teased and both laughed. 

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“Don't try to flirt with me right now.” Nat smiled sadly. “We shouldn't have left Norway.”

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“You know that was impossible for both of us. You would never do that and neither would I.” Both of them finally moved away from the wall, returning to their starting places. “They may lock me up here for a while… The government is not going to forgive me easily. You have to go, be safe.”

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“Yeah, about that…” A small beep sounded on Natasha's wrist, the countdown was ending, there was only one minute left. The redhead looked at Jules again, now a bit more worried.

ㅤ ㅤ 

“Listen carefully. Nick used his contacts to delete all information and videos involving you over the past few years. There’s nothing that binds you to that, except yourself. You can accept what you did and stay at the Raft forever, or you can accept it and do better, with us.” Natasha said quickly, seeing that the cameras were still off.

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Jules frowned in disbelief.  “What?”

ㅤ ㅤ 

“Senator Nadeer is coming for you and Y/N. With just footage of what you did, she can make Y/N fall as well. Ross was working for her.”

ㅤ ㅤ 

“But it wasn’t her, it was just me! I did it!” Jules screamed.

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“We know… but that's the way it is. Nick says you owe him one and one day he will ask for something. He needs you and your abilities.” Natasha sighed. “The only thing Nadeer can accuse you of is helping Steve years ago, and that's nothing.” 

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Jules babbled like a fish out of water, not knowing what to say. “Natasha, even with that, I don't think they'll let me go easily.”

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“We saved half of the universe, of course they will forgive you.” The redhead stared into her eyes, begging Jules to please stay by her side.  “We can go, if you want… I just want you this time.”

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Jules smiled tenderly and sadly, her heart skipping a beat. “Like going back to Norway?”

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“Go back to Norway or some place where you feel comfortable.” The black widow said desperately, seeing how there were only thirty seconds left. “Just us.”

ㅤ ㅤ 

Jules thought for a moment. “Do you think Fury is going to let you go?” 

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“I definitely need a vacation after being dead for five years.” Natasha smirked one last time.  “We can make amends together. Now just put on your best sad face, okay? I'll say some ugly things for the cameras, but you understand why.”

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Jules just sighed and nodded. When the countdown ended, Natasha just opened her eyes showing her coldest gaze and the hardest words she's ever said.

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Y/N walked hurriedly with Wanda by her side. They both went through that enormous door on the Capitol, where one of the most important hearings was taking place. Her best friend was there in ordeer to to face a committee headed by Senator Ellen Nadeer, who was highly outspoken in her distrust of Inhumans and the threat that she believed they posed for their society.

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They sat next to Natasha, who was sitting with her arms crossed watching everything.

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“How are we doing?” Y/N whispered.

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“Cross your fingers if you believe in higher beings.” Nat sighed.  Many of the senators agreed to pardon Jules, but Ellen Nadeer was willing to send her down the darkest pit on earth.

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“I would like to know what you want to accuse my client of?” Jennifer Walters stood up and asked, though one of the senators quickly made it clear that this was not a trial.

ㅤ ㅤ  After half an hour where everyone seemed to give their point of view that this woman should be forgiven as Bucky Barnes or Sam Wilson were, Senator Nadeer quickly testified that Julia Hale had committed atrocities in these five years, and that the inhumans or the enhanced people were extremely dangerous people for this planet.

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The room was filled with whispers and shouts, until one of the senators asked for silence. With a smug smile noticing how Y/N and Wanda shifted in their seats, Ellen Nadeer then asked again to play the evidence she had about what she was saying.

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But all they saw was video footage of how Y/N and Jules saved those people in Puerto Rico, or footage  of many avengers fighting the battle for Earth. Nothing to incriminate them.

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“What is this?!” Senator Nadeer exclaimed in anger. “This is not the evidence!” 

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“What does it mean? I have helped Steve Rogers, yes. I admit it, but you gave pardon everyone who did… What other evidence do you have against me?” Jules leaned in, using her mic. Y/N and Wanda looked at each other without really understanding what was happening.

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Natasha just smiled.

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Senator Nadeer rose from her seat, pointing at her. “I know you did something, you freaks of nature!”

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One of the senators interrupted her quite annoyed, taking the floor. “Senator, do you have actual evidence to prove what you're accusing Ms. Hale of?” 

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“I had.”

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Of course, that confession made all the senators exclaim, annoyed and shaking their heads. The room erupted with whispers and disapproving shouts.

ㅤ ㅤ  Senator Jessica Oppenheim shook her head and then adjusted her glasses, fixing her gaze on Jules, who rose from her seat. “Is there anything else you want to say about these accusations, Ms. Hale?” 

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Jules swallowed, knowing that what she would say would change everything in her life, but it was only fair and she had to pay for what she did. “I protected this country and this planet a thousand times over. I'll keep doing it all my life.”

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And she would pay for it, working for good people.

Nodding, Senator Oppenheim agreed. She watched her colleagues who did the same. 

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“Ms. Hale, on behalf of the United States Intelligence Community…” The senator smiled kindly at her. “I'd like to offer you our sincerest apologies.”

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In the room some whispers were heard again, especially from Y/N who along with Wanda couldn't believe what they were hearing. Completely smiling.

ㅤ ㅤ 

“You have been a loyal agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. all these years, even risking your life trying to contain the bomb that could have created chaos in Puerto Rico with Agent Y/L/N. The process that you both lived through has been a sacrifice that we value.” Jessica Oppenheim smiled one more time.

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Y/N sighed and closed her eyes, remembering that moment. Many years ago.

ㅤ ㅤ 

“Shh, everything will be okay.” The taller woman comforted her friend, placing a small kiss on her forehead. She could see how the timer was decreasing. ㅤ ㅤ  “I don’t want to die, Y/N/N.” Jules sobbed against her friend’s chest. “I know I should be brave as I was trained, but I don’t want to die right now.” 

ㅤ ㅤ 

“I know, honey. I know.” She closed her eyes, tears fell down her cheeks. ㅤ ㅤ 

“I’m so scared.”  ㅤ ㅤ 

“It’s okay, sweetie.” Y/N cupped the face of her best friend in her hands. She tried not to break even more, tried to be strong for both of them. After all, this was the end. “I love you, you know? Everything will be okay…”

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“Sacrificing your humanity, becoming inhuman, and now risking it once more to get half the universe back.” Another of the senators added, moving closer to his mic.  

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“Your mother has been an amazing S.H.I.E.L.D agent, just like your grandfather, who was a Howling Commando, and we don’t forget that sacrifice.”  

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Although there were some faces surprised by this revelation, Y/N only smiled. She was one of the few people who knew.

ㅤ ㅤ 

Jules nodded, moved. “Thank you, ma’am. I've never wanted to use my grandfather's card, but it's good to keep that in mind.”

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“The Y/N, Dugan and Hale names have always been synonymous with service and trust. We'd like to offer you a full pardon.”

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“Thank you, Senator.” Finally, people in there started clapping and the brunette just nodded, gladly. She didn’t feel that she deserved it, but she knew that the best way to redeem herself was by doing good and not being locked up.

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“How did that happen?”  Y/N smiled and turned to see Natasha, who was just trying to hide a smile from the side when she saw how Senator Nadeer along with Ross exploded in anger.

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“Fury.” The redhead just winked at her.

“So, what’s the job?” The brunette whispered while she saw how Y/N and Wanda laughed with Clint, waiting for the drinks at the bar at Tony's party. Yelena and Kate were together, laughing at those who were already drunk.

ㅤ ㅤ 

“Fury needs us looking into this.” Making sure no one was around, Natasha whispered, showing her a file.

ㅤ ㅤ  Jules frowned. “What is this?”

ㅤ ㅤ  Without further ado, she opened the digital file and after a few seconds closed it completely, remaining silent. Her gaze fell on Natasha, who was watching her in the same way.

They both knew there was something wrong.

ㅤ ㅤ 

Skrulls. Infiltration. Government.

ㅤ ㅤ 

“Natasha, is this real?” Jules whispered concerned.  “You knew about this?”

ㅤ ㅤ 

“Just a few knew.” Natasha sighed.  “Some of them are going all rogue. He needs allies for this, Fury doesn't want any avenger.”

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The brunette sighed. “Just an inhuman that no one knows.” Jules shrugged. “Well, I’m in.”

ㅤ ㅤ 

Once they noticed Wanda and Y/N coming back with some drinks, they both kept up appearances. They didn't want them to worry, especially with the wedding so close.

ㅤ ㅤ 

 “You never told me your grandfather was Dum-Dum Dugan.”  Natasha said, trying to be heard in that bar. The four of them were sitting at a table apart from the other avengers, celebrating at one of Tony's parties.

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“You didn’t know that?” Y/N said surprised as she left two pints of beer and two cocktails on the table, one for each of them.

ㅤ ㅤ 

Jules rolled her eyes, taking the cocktail. “I never bragged about it. Grandpa met my abuela when he was on a mission. One night stand stuff.”

ㅤ ㅤ 

“Ha. You fucked the granddaughter of one of Steve's friends!”  Y/N laughed so hard, that Natasha had to nudge her.

ㅤ ㅤ 

“Detka!” Wanda tried not to laugh.

ㅤ ㅤ 

“Hey!” Jules groaned and punched her shoulder too. “I felt like everyone at S.H.I.E.L.D would see me as taking everything for granted. The only ones who knew were Fury and Hill, after a while I told Y/N.”

ㅤ ㅤ 

“Look at you, VIP bitch.” Y/N smiled smug.

ㅤ ㅤ 

“Well, you used my VIP card very well.” Her best friend joked and drank some of that cocktail.

ㅤ ㅤ 

“Yeah, good old times.” Y/N rested her head on her beloved Wanda's shoulder for a moment, seeing how far they had come together. Wanda took her hand and they both intertwined their fingers, finally revealing the rings. ㅤ ㅤ 

“What’s that shiny thing over there? It's burning my eyes.” Smiling, Jules nudged Natasha so she'd see it too. “I'm glad you two are doing so well.”

ㅤ ㅤ 

“Me too.” Y/N looked at Wanda tenderly and kissed her cheek. 

ㅤ ㅤ 

Of course everyone in the compound was happy that they could finally be together, everyone kept reminding them how beautiful and happy they looked together. Especially Bucky, he was a secret shipper.

ㅤ ㅤ 

“Thank you for the chance.” Wanda whispered, smiling happily. 

ㅤ ㅤ 

“You're welcome, if you break my sister's heart again I'll make sure you get seeds coming from your ass for life.” Jules intervened just to annoy them, making them laugh.

ㅤ ㅤ 

“That was really violent.” Natasha frowned, a bit amused.

ㅤ ㅤ 

Y/N nodded. “Yeah, completely unnecessary.”

ㅤ ㅤ 

“I felt kind of intimidated.” Wanda commented, holding out her fist for Jules to bump into it.

ㅤ ㅤ 

“Yeah, right? Sorry, I'm sorry, I think jail changed me a bit.”

ㅤ ㅤ 

They all shared a laugh and a nice chat before getting up to dance together, finally being happy.

“Ready for the most important day of your life?”  Natasha asked Wanda, who just sighed and looked at herself once more. Wanda was wearing a beautiful white dress, quite soft and elegant. ㅤ ㅤ  How not to be ready? She was about to take one of the most important steps of her life. After several weeks of their return, Y/N and Wanda's relationship had become much stronger, more than ever.

ㅤ ㅤ  Y/N proposed to her again and this time, Wanda tearfully said ‘yes’.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 

Now the two of them together with Yelena left the room going to the garden. ㅤ ㅤ  ㅤ 

“I am.” Wanda smiled, taking a deep breath. Natasha stopped before they went out into the garden, handing her something.

ㅤ ㅤ 

“Wait, you’ll need to wear this…” The redhead approached, carefully put a quite adorable tiara of red flowers on Wanda's perfect hair. “Done, looks perfect.”

ㅤ ㅤ 

“Really good.” Yelena nodded, smiling.

ㅤ ㅤ 

“What is it?” Wanda frowned, not understanding why the change. But seeing the kind of flower it was, she widened her eyes. “Is this-”

ㅤ ㅤ 

“Paeonia tenuifolia from Sokovia, before it… was destroyed, you must wear this little crown in your hair.” Yelena handed her one of the candles. “Carry a candle in your hands and wear something red. Sokovian tradition.”

ㅤ ㅤ 

“That means I have to do it too.”  

ㅤ ㅤ 

Y/N's voice made Wanda turn around quickly, scared.

ㅤ ㅤ 

Of course, she didn’t want Y/N to see her before, it was something essential that people always asked in the sitcoms that Wanda watched since she was a little girl.

They couldn't see each other before the wedding.

ㅤ ㅤ 

Y/N smiled widely, standing in front of her. She wore a traditional sokovian scarlet garment around her chest and shoulder, besides the gorgeous white dress. “Not bad, huh? Look at me, I look good!”

ㅤ ㅤ 

“Y/N…” Wanda gasped. Those big green eyes showed how amazed she was.“Why are you here? Don’t look at me! Why are you wearing-”

ㅤ ㅤ 

“This is not a conventional wedding, sweetie.” Y/N muttered quickly as Yelena lit the candle, for both of them to hold her together. “It’s a… well, it's part of the Sokovian tradition, right?”

ㅤ ㅤ  “Yes, but- Detka… H-How did you know about this?” Wanda stammered, trying not to cry from how moved she was.

ㅤ ㅤ 

That was one of the most beautiful and important things that someone has ever done for her in her whole life.

ㅤ ㅤ 

“We spoke with many Sokovians who live in the city, to make it special... they told us many things about traditions. Natasha helped me a lot in that, plus five years alone.” Y/N laughed nervously, especially when Natasha helped her fit that garment well. They were now ready to go through the gate into the garden. “One of them said that your friends should kidnap you and I'll go after you, but with so many avengers at the wedding I think it’s gonna be complex. Even if I know I can kick some of them.”

ㅤ ㅤ 

“I can’t believe you’re doing this for me.” Wanda finally reached out, ready to kiss her but Yelena got in the way.

ㅤ ㅤ 

“Save those kissy lips, Wanda Maximoff, we're not so sure about breaking all the rules. No kissing until the wedding.” 

ㅤ ㅤ 

“It's totally worth it.” Y/N laughed. “You look amazing.”

ㅤ ㅤ 

“You look beautiful.” Wanda grinned broadly.

ㅤ ㅤ 

They both settled next to each other, waiting for Natasha to open the door.

ㅤ ㅤ 

“Such a power couple.” Y/N took a deep breath, seeing the door. “According to what this Sokovian professor told me, he explained that we should take the candle safe to the altar and-”

ㅤ ㅤ 

“Take them together all the way to the altar, going to those who we love the most to give us their blessing. If they throw us a flower... it means yes.” Wanda answered with a look and a sweet smile.  “My parents did it that way.”

ㅤ ㅤ 

“Are you sure of this?” Y/N turned to look at her once more. Oh, Wanda looked wonderfully beautiful.

ㅤ ㅤ 

“Wanda Maximoff, would you make me the happiest woman one more time, and marry me?”

ㅤ ㅤ 

“No… I… I’m sorry.”

ㅤ ㅤ 

“Why?” 

ㅤ ㅤ 

“Because I just don’t want to! Or what? are you going to force me to say yes?”

ㅤ ㅤ 

This time, Wanda turned to see her and smiled widely. Her green eyes filled with tears of happiness. “Completely.”

ㅤ ㅤ 

Nodding, Y/N gave the signal to Yelena to open the door. And Wanda never expected what awaited her on the other side.

ㅤ ㅤ 

In front of them, an altar with many flowers and very beautiful arrangements, thanks to Pepper.

ㅤ ㅤ 

All of her friends were sitting, waiting to see them walk down that corridor together. Smiling. Tried not to cry when Jules started to sing that song with Kate playing Wanda's guitar.

ㅤ ㅤ 

“Hustle, bustle, and so much muscle. Cells about to separate, now I find it hard to concentrate.  Then, temporary this cash and carry. I'm stepping up to indicate the time has come to deviate.” 

ㅤ ㅤ 

Wanda took a deep breath and they both began to walk together holding the candles, very slowly.

ㅤ ㅤ 

‘And all I want is for you to be happy and, take this moment to make you my family, and finally you have found something perfect. And, finally you have found…’ 

ㅤ ㅤ 

The sweet and deep voice of Jules accompanied them at every step.  ‘Death defying this mess I'm buying, it's raining down with love and hate.  Now, I find it hard to motivate. And, estuary is blessed but scary, oh. Heart's about to palpitate  now, I'm not about to hesitate and…” 

ㅤ ㅤ 

Y/N sighed deeply, trying not to cry. That song was just perfect. She swallowed and continued with her soon-to-be wife under the gaze of her closest friends.

ㅤ ㅤ 

“Want to treasure the rest of your days here, and give you pleasure in so many ways, dear.” ㅤ ㅤ 

ㅤ ㅤ  Y/N and Wanda turned to see each other for a moment, stopping halfway.  

ㅤ ㅤ 

“And, finally you have found something perfect and finally, you have found…” ㅤ ㅤ 

At that moment, Jules stood in front of them with Natasha, throwing flowers at their feet. Unfortunately, Pietro wasn't there, or her parents, but Wanda knew that each one of them was her family now and forever.

ㅤ ㅤ 

ㅤ ㅤ  “Do you want me to show up for duty? And, serve this woman, and honor her beauty and, finally you have found something perfect… And, finally you have found yourself, with me…”

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 

At that moment, each of their friends began to throw flowers down the hall, giving them their blessing. Every one of them, even Bruce with that big cast on his arm.

ㅤ ㅤ 

“Will you agree to take this girl? Into your world… And now, we are as one.” Jules took the place of the bridesmaids, next to Natasha.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 

 ㅤ  “My lone ranger, the heat-exchanger, is living in this figure eight. Now I do my best to recreate and, sweet precision and soft collision, oh. Heart's about to palpitate, now I find it hard to separate. And, all I want is for you to be happy and take this woman and make you my family. And finally you have found someone perfect And, finally you have found...”  

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 

They finally made it to the altar, where they placed that candle in front of them. The flame was still more alive than ever.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 

“All I want is for you to be happy and, take this woman and make you my family and, finally you have found someone perfect and finally you have found… yourself.”

ㅤ ㅤ 

Playing the last few chords, Kate and Jules smiled and wiped away their tears before settling into their respective places. It had definitely been one of the most beautiful moments of their lives.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 

“Thank you Kate and Jules for that beautiful song for the brides.”  Sam smiled and stood in front of that altar.  “We're here to celebrate the love of Wanda Maximoff and Y/N Y/L/N. They gave me the honor of presiding this wedding, thank you so much.”

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 

“Two lovebirds.” Sam cleared his throat and adjusted his tie, especially when Bucky just waved just to annoy him. “That they have traveled a very long road, rocky one but showing us that it is really worth falling in love.”

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 

They both looked at each other for a moment, trying not to cry so many times. Perhaps the hardest job they had ever had as avengers.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 

“Would you like to start with your vows? Y/N?”  Sam encouraged her with a wink.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 

Y/N took courage and a deep breath, looked next to her, seeing that Jules and Yelena were next to her as bridesmaids. They both smiled and nodded. “You can do this.”

Nodding, Y/N smiled happily and turned to take Wanda's hand.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 

“Wanda Maximoff… I don’t know how to start, but I’ll do it with my heart and not my head.  Sometimes I'm not very good at thinking, but I think I'm good at feeling.” She cleared her throat. “Everyone is waiting for me to say ‘I do’, but I think... I know I wanna say  ‘I will’. I will take your hand and stand by your side everyday, as we did so many years ago, always together.” 

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 

Wanda pursed her lips and felt how her tears finally began to fall, not caring too much about her makeup. 

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 

“I want to be with you in your moments of happiness, success, laughter and love.” Y/N said from the bottom of her heart, those vows that really came from her and not a long list impossible to remember. “But I also want to be with you in moments of sadness, sorrow, and let you know that you will never be alone. I hope those are few, I pray to any god that is near... Not you, Thor.”

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 

Everyone laughed between tenderness, happiness like Jules and Thor who didn’t stop crying together like babies.  Natasha just tried to stay strong but Clint was falling too.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 

“I promise to encourage your compassion, I promise to nurture your dreams, I promise to fight your fears with you, not for you, but next to you. I promise to be your partner, not just possessing you but also working with you to always do better together. There’s no perfect love nor am I looking for that, I am looking for us to work together on this unique love everyday.”

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 

Of course, after that, no one could hold back the tears and Wanda's vows were coming next.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 

“Do you, Y/N Y/L/N take Wanda Maximoff to be your wife, to cherish in friendship and love everyday, and for as long as the two of you live, to trust and honor her, to love her faithfully, through the best and the worst, whatever may come, to remember your love for each other and the reason why you came together with her this day?”

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 

“Yes, I do.” Y/N finished saying that and took the ring that Jules and Yelena gave her, to put it on Wanda’s finger.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 

“Oh my god, okay, that was beautiful.” Sam sniffled and then he turned to see Wanda. “It’s your turn, Wanda. Make us cry already.”

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 

“Okay, here I go.” The sokovian giggled then cleared her throat.  “Before you, I never truly believed in love. I lost my parents, I lost Pietro, I lost my best friend and I lost my country.  Today, surrounded by the people who love us, I choose you to be my wife.”

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 

Wanda smiled through tears. “Years ago the pain was present in our lives when I made the biggest mistake, losing you for fear of losing you and I don't want to do it again. I am proud to be your beloved and to join my life with yours, now in this way. Detka... I vow to support you, inspire you everyday, and love you always forever. For as long as we both shall live, I will be by your side, Y/N Y/L/N.”

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Wanda tenderly scrunched her nose when she saw how Y/N was excitedly waiting for her words.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 

“You're my one and only today and every day. I promise to be your partner, best friend, lover and wife. I promise to honor, love, and cherish you through all life's adventures. Wherever we go, we'll go together, detka. That’s a promise.”

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 

When Wanda finished her vows, of course they both had to take a moment to dry their tears. Y/N just sighed deeply, trying to stay strong.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 

Sam smiled and finally asked. “Do you, Wanda Maximoff take Y/N Y/L/N to be your wife, to cherish in friendship and love everyday, and for as long as the two of you live, to trust and honor her, to love her faithfully, through the best and the worst, whatever may come, to remember your love for each other and the reason why you came together with her this day?”

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 

“Yes, I truly do.” The sokovian took the ring that Nat and Clint gave her and put it on Y/N's finger carefully, finally intertwining each other.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 

“So I declare you wife and wife, you can now kiss each other and bond forever in front of those who love you.”

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 

Didn't have to say more because they joined in a passionate and beautiful kiss, finally smiling, finally meeting each other once more. Despite the fact that everything started in a different way, time always put everything in its place. And just as promised, they were together forever, living endless adventures together.

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Okay, I know, this is probably the most disgustingly cheesy fluffiest thing I've ever written but that song means a lot to me!

I tried to research some nice wedding traditions, trying to give them something interesting and something that meant to Wanda after losing her country. The girl always dreamed of that, a nice happy ending like a sitcom, I'm all in with that.

I must say that I saw videos of Adelaide Kane singing and I said: this woman-

I swear... I'm gonna write pure angst next!

Hope you enjoyed this story, this is one of the most important to me. Thank you for being here!

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WiP Bit - Thraralani

He's absolutely brilliant with tactics, strategy, and combat.

He's capable of missing everything else around him unless it's art.

Ziara has known this about Thrawn for most of his time at Taharim. In fact, a number of cadets and even some of the faculty call Mitth'raw'nuruodo her first command. She's been hammering him through upper division coursework because it's a very very bad no good never let it happen idea to let Thrawn get bored. It's like having a pusheen who has learned to open things and subverted it's feeding program like her late and beloved Mu'cher.

Hm. Having an overintelligent pusheen might be the best possible preparation for dealing with Thrawn. There's a thesis for you.

Of course, having him as her junior survival course partner is going to kick the firesting nest, but there are multiple reasons for doing so. One is that it keeps her friend in line of sight, therefore unlikely to dig himself a grave. Secondly, it keeps him out of sight from those who would push him into said grave and shovel for dear life. Thirdly, Thrawn misses a lot of things and he's missing a very important one and Ziara needs to correct this. Right now, he's intent on dinner, a new holochip of Late Middle Regency nightstone sculpture, and giving her half an ear about their upcoming two-week survival test.

"-and then I will take a chair and beat you to death with it."

"Sounds good."

"You didn't listen to a word I said, Thrawn."

He marks his place and then repeats every word she's said while Ziara restrains herself from pointless violence.

"Fine. You were listening. We ought to rest early since we don't know where they're going to drop us."

The mess is almost empty and Thrawn takes their trays to dump in the recycler before they walk back to their barracks. The rules of the survival test say only that they won't be dropped into hard vacuum or a toxic atmosphere without appropriate, tested, and functional equipment. Likewise, they will be warned about extremes of temperature since Chiss have diverged far enough from their human origin that they have lost their pores and hair aside from their heads, eyebrows, and eyelashes - they can't sweat. The testing grounds will be challenging, but unless one is stupid, they are not deadly.

Sometime in the night, they're drugged and wake up in a lifepod plummeting into atmosphere. Strapped into crash couches, all Ziara can do is watch the fire of entry and hope the heat shields held, Thrawn has the yoke in hand and visibly wrestles them into a controlled descent. There's just enough fuel in the tanks to scoot them out of trouble's way. The landing is rough, and the tanks are on fumes by the time the sun sets. They activate the beacon once firmly on the ground, then stagger to the sanitary unit before falling into bed to sleep off the tranks.

Morning is unpleasant. The hangover leaves Ziara feeling slow and stupid and Thrawn actively sick - a bucket between his knees and nothing staying down. Both of them are certified to operate the small med unit, she Thrawn gets fluids and medication while Ziara curls up and tries to sleep her way through it. Rations go down and stay down, and for some reason Thrawn has spiceleaf tea.

And eight layers of clothing.

A pair of multitools.

Knives.

He strips out of layer after layer until he's in his underwear and socks, looking pleased with himself and the haul of items on the floor of the pod.

"Oh, my life. Thrawn. How-?!"

"I knew that they'd come for us sometime this week, keeping us in the middle of the cohort for testing. So I slept with everything on my body as they are not allowed a body search."

Of course he did.

[pillow-anime-talk]

Hii for the prompt could you do 42 nsfw with leonardo luna from blue lock with she/her reader (maybe in a fwb situation) but whatever you write im sure it will be amazing💖

# tags: scenario; friends with benefits; roommates!au; study!au; kinda romance; smut; aged-down (20 y/o); nsfw

warnings: mention of sex and sexual acitivities, high stamina, no foreplay, angry sex, a bit of fingering yourself, hair pulling, hickeys and bites, mention of crying

includes: female reader ft. leonardo luna {blue lock}

author’s note: ooo okay, my first bl request, very nice! 

42. “… You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

The blueberry scent of the candle was in the air, and your favorite study playlist was playing in the background. The summer semester was slowly coming to an end and you had one last exam to write. Concentrated on drawing and highlighting important information on the book, you almost jumped and spilled peppermint tea on your notebook, swore under your breath. In each device, the sound of the bell and the beating of the fist on the wooden exit door spreads. Slowly you made your way towards the noise and when you saw your roommate on the other side you just rolled your eyes.

“… What happened this time? And why didn’t you remember the keys?” You opened the fair-haired man’s door wider, and he cursed only under his breath, temporarily walking towards the bathroom. “It’s nice to see you again too, Leo.” You locked the door and then you went back to your bedroom.

While you were studying, you heard dripping water all the time, and a few swear words, as well as a sound informing you that your friend had dropped something on the shower tray. You heard the sound of a hair dryer, water running in the sink and brushing teeth, and (at the end) the slam of a door as the twenty-year-old completed his evening routine. After a while, the door to the room opened, and Leonardo appeared on the threshold.

“We lost.” He grumbled sat down on your made-up bed and you sighed a little.

“I’m sorry about this?” You replied uncertainly, still focusing on your colorful notebooks. You definitely didn’t know anything about sports and you definitely didn’t know how to make other people feel better in crisis situations. “You won’t always win everything.” You replied and this time you looked at the young man, smiling slightly. “You always give your best, right? So I guess it’s okay.” His gaze was a bit tender, but also somewhat lustful.

Football was more than just a sporting hobby for your male friend; it was his biggest passion, his reason to live, his way of life, his future and his job. Just as for you the most important thing now was studying and taking care of your future through learning, so for your friend it was football, the field and the team.

You turned your head lighlty to the right as Leonardo began to touching the hem of his boxers and looked around the white room. You knew exactly where this was all leading up to. You’ve known him since the beginning of your studies, since you both started being roommates; his parents bought a two-room apartment in the city center and to relieve their costs a bit, they decided to rent one room. When looking for a place to study, Leonardo’s parents’ offer turned out to be the most favorable in terms of price and location. When you first met you were both single with no desire to start a relationship; you focused on college, he on sports. So you two entered into a relation focusing on sex. Thanks to this you knew when your roommate was feeling emotional, stressed, nervous and sad.

“… You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.” You laughed as you put down your pen and undid the first button of your sleep shirt. “Do you want something? Just say it, Leo.”

Without a word, the young man got up from his seat and walked over to you. His hands cupped your face in a confident way, and his lips landed on yours. The kiss was wet, a bit intrusive, fast, but at the same time full of emotions – especially the negative ones. He expressed nervousness, a desire to dominate, desperation, anger. You allowed the man to touch your body and face, and without a word you allowed him to move your body from the comfortable chair to the equally comfortable mattress on big bed.

Leonardo needed only a few moments to take off his loose boxers and then a few more seconds to take off your cute set of pajamas with penguins and polar bears. For a moment, he thought about commenting on your outfit, but instead, he just reached into the nearest cupboard for a pack of condoms. His cock was hard and dripping with the first juices, and you just touched your wet pussy, involuntarily inserting two fingers into her. A quick fingering relaxed your muscles and mind, adding some spice to the image of your naked body. The young footballer’s mind was focused on you.

Without a word, you spread your lower lips a bit more, allowing the man to enter your pussy in one smooth move. Lubricant wasn’t needed, you were wet enough.

Your sex has never been vanilla – quite the opposite. Leonardo didn’t look and wasn’t a romantic for whom positive emotions, plans for the future, candlelit dinners or charming kisses mixed with tender words mattered. The movements of his hips were hard, chaotic, and always touched the back wall of your uterus. Whenever you fucked you got the best orgasms and that was enough for you; you didn’t have to get flowers or kisses. Good sex made up for it all.

During the first hickey of the evening, you firmly grabbed the man by his still slightly damp blond hair. Your fingers tangled in the soft strands, and your neck was marked with more and more maroon and pink marks. The shivers on your body indicated the first spasms of pleasure, and the footballer entered your body with more and more force, clasping his hands tightly on your buttocks, hips or arms. Years of training, years of endurance training on the pitch, years of running after a black-white ball resulted in the possibility of having sex for long minutes, quarters of an hour and even hours.

Your sweaty forehead touched Leonardo’s equally sweaty neck; you only clenched your teeth tighter on his muscular nape and your fingernails on his athletic back. You felt pleasure spreading through your body, you felt amazing moisture between your legs, and your face was decorated with transparent tears.

“… It’s not over yet, Y/N.” He whispered into your ear, biting your earlobe lightly, and you nodded. Studying for exams could definitely wait.

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We’re Back…

“Like hell I’m just going to sit around and let you handle it,” Minji sneered at Jaebeom across the table. Her usual sweet and comforting voice dripped with malice. She threw a crumpled note to her friend and leaned on his desk. “You didn’t handle it then! I can’t this happen again. Not with her.”

Tag Minzy- Youre it.

Im coming for what’s mine -HJ

Jaebeom couldn’t be upset with her. For months she had been getting letters from Hanjae, her living nightmare. JB held his hand to steady Wonho from approaching the angry woman. “I get you’re mad but Min… You have to let me do this. I know he’s working with Choi now. He reached out to my father. We just need-”

Her frustrated cry cut off the older man. “Need to what? He humiliated you last time! Your brother got shot! Hongjoong almost lost his eye! Fuck, Jaebeom- Taeyong almost died on the kitchen table.” She pointed an accusatory finger at each man in the room. “Did you forget what happened to Lisa?” Her eyes searched the room but felt relief knowing her young friend wasn’t around for this meeting.

“ENOUGH!” JB’s voice boomed through the room. Everyone but Minji took a step back and recoiled. “Everyone out, except you, Dr. Gong.” One by one they all left the two alone.

Even after an hour of being locked up alone and Changkyun’s best efforts to listen at the door… No one knew what happened behind the door. All they can agree on is a few windows rattled when Mingi left the office, slamming the door behind her.

Minji signed a note and folded it quickly before tucking inside Yoona’s little back pack. “Ok, baby. Be good for Auntie Em ok? I promise I’ll see you soon.” She stole a kiss from the little girl as Chanyeol carried her off. Having purposely let the girl skip nap time, Minji knew that she would be sleeping before she arrived. “Bye baby,” she whispered, swiping her tears away.

One down… two to go. With Yoona away, she needed to get the others out of the house. She knew that she couldn’t keep Lisa out of this but at least Mina and Sunmi could be sent out… with a little persuasion.

“I’m not playing doctor with anyone,” Sunmi protested as she looked through the ‘care package’ Mina held. “I don’t care how cute they are!”

Mina laughed and pulled her friend from the house. “Stop! I know you missed him. Maybe he missed us… or you.” She swung the bag to her friend and grabbed the tray of cookies and brownies, making sure to grab the one marked ‘For Jake’. “Min, are you sure you can’t come?”

“No, sorry,” Minji kept the answer short. “They’ve been through a lot and just need an extra hand. Since Lisa has to go… just make sure Kyun is ok while she’s gone. Tell the boys I send my love.” She kissed her friend on the cheek and sent them on their way.

“What do you mean he isn’t here?” Jaebeom asked looking for Chanyeol. “Where is he?” He didn’t need to ask more when he saw the satisfied look Minji had on her face. “Seriously? You did this didn’t you?” His question only answered with a shrug.

“Is this going to take long? I have more important things to do,” Lisa whined and grabbed Jungkook as she walked from the house and tothe third of the four identical waiting cars.

Wonho sighed heavily as he tried to usher Changkyun out. “Your dad doesn’t pay me to babysit you. Get the fuck out of here,” he barked at the middle sibling. The second car waiting for them.

To everyone’s surprise, Hanse and Gyu were the most cooperative pair. It was almost unsettling. The last car designated for them.

“I’ll be waiting. We need to make this as smooth as possible. I can’t miss this,” Hongjoong warns JB. He kisses Minji on the cheek and leans against the first car patiently.

JB looked around the oddly empty house and faced Minji. “You don’t trust me? Touché. Taeyong will be here soon… you can’t stop that. Hyunjin will stay with you until we get back since you won’t listen to me.”

“I’m counting on it. I just need to see where his loyalty lies. Good luck JB,” Minji hugs him tightly. “It’s been an honor knowing you as a friend and boss.”

“I don’t know what you’re doing Minji… Just be careful. You’re playing with fire and we both know this isn’t going to end well,” JB said from the door. He wasn’t able to look back at his friend.

Minji stood outside with Hyunjin and watched the four cars leave with her friends. She looked up and down the street for the pair of lights that brought Taeyong with them. “Game on,” she whispered as the crumpled note fell from her hands.

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𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐕: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬?—𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐣𝐚𝐬/𝐑𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐬

a/n: sorry for disappearing :,( I’ve had a pretty shitty life lately and writing has been helping me cope. things are less tense now and i’m able to update so i’m hoping u guys enjoy this MOMMY IS FEEDING YALL

timeline: ep. 3 (right smack in the Christmas scene) - ep. 4. 

PS I WILL BE MAKING ANOTHER CHAPTER. WHY? BC I WANNA SNEAK IN SOME HARDCORE ANGST BC WHAT IS A LOVE STORY WITHOUT ANGST

also bc i feel like the relationship is sped up and rushed and we hate that

Part 1

Part 2  

Part 3

Part 4

This chapter: Part 5

Part 6

Epilogue

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warnings: as always, not proofread, hornae warren and y/n, some cavity-causing fluff, billy being a dicky dick, 

summary:

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•─────⋅(cut to documentary)⋅─────•

Eddie: Y/N Augustine was not who I expected to show up that Christmas Eve, with two trays of the best smelling lasagna I’ve ever smelled in my life, and an apologetic smile.

Why did she look apologetic? I don’t know, maybe it had something to do with the fact that as soon as she walked in, Warren was behind her? They were, like, 3 hours late.

Karen: Y/N is always on time. Whatever it is, doesn’t matter. For someone as fashionable as her, she manages to always arrive on time in the most gorgeous outfits I’ve ever seen. 

She was still gorgeous that night, of course, but she was late, and she had a sort of...sleazy smile. Of course everyone assumed the same thing.

But 3 hours late? *she rolled her eyes* I mean, fuckin’. hell. 

Camilla: When I first talked to the Y/N Augustine, I remember almost dropping you *she laughs* I was a major fan of her work, and still am. I really wasn’t expecting her on the phone when she called a few months before.

I asked who she was, being so forward on the phone about asking for my vest size when I didn’t order anything. I explained who I was, and introduced myself as Billy Dunne’s wife, and that I didn’t order a vest from this woman.

She was silent on the phone for a while, and came back introducing herself saying her name casually as if she wasn’t an important person. She said that she had no idea who Billy was, and that she was only familiar with a Warren Rojas, who she owed an order.

I found myself wondering how Warren managed to get a fashion designer to owe him a piece of her work...*she shrugs*

After freaking out to myself while I got his vest size, I didn’t bother passing the phone to him. And why would I? I wasn’t going to pass the chance to talk to one of my idols. And she didn’t seem to mind either.

I believe we went from talking about California, to the beaches, the majestic golden hour that shined through our windowsills at the same time, to you, even. She heard you crying through the phone.

And when I finally met her in person that night on Christmas, she was as lovely and funny. She gave every one of us presents, including you, and bothered to make us homemade food. I was so happy for Warren, but there were so many gaps as to how they even met.

•─────⋅(cut back)⋅─────• 

“How did it go. Really,” Camilla insisted with a pleading tone. “How did you two meet?”

“Oh boy,” Karen mused, drinking her beer.

Y/N gave her friend beside her a pointed glare. “We met at a yacht party.”

Eddie leaned forward. “S-So is your name really Flora? Were you born ‘Flora?…” 

“Flora...?” Camilla commented, lost, looking back and forth between Eddie and Y/N.

•─────⋅(cut to documentary)⋅─────•

Graham: She was so sweet about it, when me and Eddie went back and forth trying to connect the dots, which made it even more embarrassing. 

I guess it didn’t really make sense to me at the time. Why and how someone proper and prim like her managed to wind up with Warren, the wild one of the group. 

If I really considered the times he came late for practice, or left early, or that whenever he left to “work” at the boats, I think I could’ve gotten to the conclusion that he was smitten for this woman a lot earlier. 

•─────⋅(cut back)⋅─────•

“That’s pretty smart right there,” Eddie chuckled at Y/N’s recall of fooling Warren. “I am very impressed.”

Y/N shrugs humbly, obviously as a joke. Warren knew she would forever tell this tale for however long she lived. Meanwhile, he’s just glad to be part of it and getting her at the end of it.

It seems that in their almost month-long relationship, the two have managed a healthy and surprisingly well schedule to meet up. With Y/N’s new projects and the band’s practices, they meet three times a week. Sometimes four, or more, depending on Warren’s libido that Y/N’s compared to a rabbit’s.

Though, it’s not like she can’t complain.

Apart from that though, Warren never misses the chance to get her something. Mostly jewelry boxes, jewelry, and take-out food, and when she needed to run an errand, he’d come to her apartment with her much needed rolls of cloths that he paid for, despite sending him off with her money.

•─────⋅(cut to documentary)⋅─────•

Y/N: When Warren and I first started dating, he was always the one coming to my place, never me visiting him over at Laurel Canyon. It was a little suspicious at first, so when I told him what I thought, y’know what he said?

He said, with the biggest grin on, “I wanna make a show out of it” and went to sleep after saying that. I never knew what he meant until that Christmas.

•─────⋅(cut back)⋅─────•

That night, he did indeed showcase his lover to his friends. Every question asked by Camilla or Billy or Eddie about her career he knew the answers to. 

Where were you raised? Here in California up until she was 10, lived in France until she was 22 and moved back here to start Serenity. Sexiest French accent ever, even better when she’s muttering phrases under her breath stressfully.

Siblings? Two brothers, one older who hosts a foster home with his wife, one younger who just started a professional boxing career following their father’s footsteps. Three stepsisters who are all younger than her from her step-mom’s side, all of who are just now convinced their sister is famous for dating a rockstar drummer.

Favorite part about putting together designs? She finds satisfaction in piecing them together, and how she gets lost in sketching to the point that she doesn’t realize how long she’s been working.

Favorite song ever?  She’ll say something everyone else says: Dreams by Fleetwood Mac. It is a good song, but it’s not a favorite song ever, because in reality it’s something old, specifically, Stand By Me by Ben E. King. She doesn’t like admitting this to other people for fear of being called a sappy romantic.

She is, in fact, a sappy romantic, and Warren doesn’t miss the chance to taunt her about it. The bedside table full of romance books that he's tried to read, but for the love of everything good he cannot sit still and read.

What he doesn't mind doing, however, is sit still to watch another invest in her books with focused, determined brows, and the occasional squealing after reaching a certain point in the book.

He's got her memorized so well, even Y/N's surprised that the things and habits she's kept to herself, he notices like she leaves it out in the open under the sun.

At the thought, she rests her head on his shoulder with a proud grin. And Warren responds with a peck at the top of her head.

While listening to an ecstatic Eddie share a story, something against Y/N’s lower back began to grow.

She holds in every fiber in her body to refrain them from giggling.

“Shame on you.” She sarcastically spat in his ear.

He frowns down at her. “Huh?”

Y/N widens her eyes and makes a pointed glare down to his erection.

There was a short reaction of shock. “Shame me? Shame on you.” Warren took note of this. It’s happened way too many times now, and he’s lost awareness of what turns him on. “Thanks to you, I don’t have control over my body functions anymore.”

“I didn’t do anything!” She whisper shouted.

“You’re just way too hot and good,” he groaned. “I can't wait to get home."

Y/N sighed into his shoulder helplessly. Home. Their condo, together.

“I love the way you smell,” he whispered, as he always does whenever near her. But no matter how many times he’s sniffed her or said that, he still doesn’t know exactly what she smells like. He figured it was sweet, of course, but it didn’t shoot up his nose too strongly. It wasn’t fruity either, or so he figured she's just her own scent. Natural.

"Thanks." She smiled up at him. "It’s the French brand. It lasts longer on me.”

"No, I think it's just you."

She looks up at him through furrowed eyebrows. "Nobody can just smell nice naturally."

He shrugs. "Well, I dunno what smell it is." He twirls her hair. “It can’t be on a title of a perfume brand.”

She shook his chin playfully. “Pay attention to the conversation, playboy.” 

He can’t. How could he?

It’s only been a month, but a month of what Warren already knew was pure and genuine. Y/N could do no wrong to him, and vice versa. They were good for each other.

The soft, buttery gliding up and down on his arm is what Warren can determine with his eyes closed; the softness of Y/N's fingers. The arm wresting on her chest as she leans on his front—it was only natural for Y/N to caress.

And as a response, another peck to her head.

•─────⋅(cut to the documentary)⋅─────•

Daisy: I’ve never been a fashion fanatic, but Y/N’s work spoke to me. She was a true artist, y’know? She knew what she was doing, and she is really fucking good at it. She didn’t just throw it a bunch of cloth and called it a day, the woman directed her creativity to the art every single time. And I recognized that.

Imagine my surprise when I see her at a house party I was also invited to.

•─────⋅(cut back)⋅─────•

Daisy arrives at the Dunnes’ place, already making a fool of herself by absentmindedly dropping the bottle of wine that she technically stole, but still.

Not to mention, she had an audience, their faces were clouded by the smoke she just blew out, and not to mention, it was dark.

“I wouldn’t worry too much about it.” In her voice, Daisy can tell she spoke with a smile. “They have too much fun, they’ll need the fruit. Nutritional values.”

She emerged from the shadows with, indeed, a smile that warms the heart. But a recognizable face that she’s seen on televised interviews and small pictures of beside the designs she eyes enviously on the magazines.

“Holy shit...holy shit!” Her hands went up to the sides of her head. “Holy fucking shit! Hi! Oh my goodness...”

“Daisy Jones you’ve been in radios in everywhere I’ve been today,” she chuckled humbly. “I can ensure you I’m a bigger fan.”

“I’ve seen you in magazines for a lot longer. “ She shook her head in disbelief. “I love you so much.”

But before Y/N escorts her to the rest of the band, she pulls her into a hug.

•─────⋅(cut to the documentary)⋅─────•

Daisy: I’m not much of a hugger. I think, especially considering my relationship with my mother, I couldn’t handle physical touch. Most times I would just be forced into hugging people and I stand there, just like a stiff tree. But something about Y/N, even though I’d never met her before, made me feel so glad that I’m a person she would hug.

I felt really appreciated by this stranger.

While we spent most of the night talking us a group, eventually everyone else started to branch out and talk to others. Warren was clung to her like a lost puppy. God, *shaking her head* never thought a guy like Warren can be sappy. 

They just started dating and I could already see the connection between them. They mutually understood each other on such a level that everyone else around them can just do theirselves a favor and leave them alone.

•─────⋅(cut back)⋅─────•

“My family might visit for the summer,” Y/N smiles against her hand. “I can’t wait. Lils and Hana and Ines are gonna try and talk to you. They’re English is so broken, it’s adorable.”

Warren smiles at her, even as he’s drunkly chugging at his drink. “You ever think about kids? I dunno, someday?” He panicked.

“Yeah. I think about kids.” Y/N vaguely answered to tease him.

He nods slowly. “Ye-Yeah. Me too.”

Y/N smiles innocently, scratching his headful of curls. “Want my kids?”

Warren gave her the deepest kiss as an answer.

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[winters8child]

It´s been a long, long time

Chapter 9

I spent the following week after the funeral at Steve’s apartment, cooking for him, though he barely ate, and taking care of the place. We didn’t talk much, as he spent most of his time sleeping. Bucky would come by every day, checking on Steve and trying to talk to him. I would try to coax Steve out of his bedroom to at least eat at the dinner table, but he never did, so I placed his food on his nightstand and picked it up the next day, untouched.

Bucky kept me company every evening, and most of the time we just read. Occasionally, he would check on Steve and come back out with the full tray of food. This routine continued for a full week, and when I had to get back to work, I knew I had to break the news to Steve. I sat down on his bed, took his hand, and asked him how he was doing. He looked at me with a blank stare, not saying anything.

“I won’t be able to be here after today, Steve. I have to get back to work. I can check on you after my shift, and Bucky said he would come by around noon,” I explained.

He sat up and looked me in the eyes. “Life is a fickle thing, isn’t it? One day you have your mother, and the next day she’s just gone. One day you have your best friend, and the next day you almost pass each other on the street, like strangers.” He stopped looking at me and stared at his bedroom door, as if he could see Bucky in the living room through the wall.

He turned back to me. “I missed you, you know? More than you can imagine. What happened to us? We were so close, the three of us, and now…” He shed a single tear and quickly wiped it away.

“I’m sorry, but life just got in the way, I guess,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Is it though? Is it really just that life got in the way, or was it something else?” he asked.

“We are not children anymore, Steve…people talk…” I tried to explain.

He interrupted me. “I don’t care what people think. I needed you, and you weren’t there. Can’t you even tell me why?” He started to get louder.

I heard a knock on the door, and Bucky entered the bedroom without waiting for an answer. “Everything alright? How are you feeling, Steve?” he asked, sitting down next to me on the bed.

“Don’t you want to know too, Buck? Why she pretty much disappeared for two years?” Steve almost started to yell.

Bucky gave me a quick look and said, “Life just gets in the way, you know…” repeating what I had said.

Steve looked at the two of us, got up, and stormed out of the room, saying, “I need some fresh air. I’m taking a walk.”

Bucky and I sat there, not knowing what to do, so we just waited. A few minutes later, Bucky cleared his throat, staring at the floor, and said, “I missed you too, you know.”

“Yeah, I missed you guys too,” I said, though it felt less intimate to admit that I missed both of them, rather than just Bucky. I kept staring at the floor. We were sitting so close that I didn’t dare look at him.

“Maybe we can be friends again, leaving certain things in the past,” I suggested.

Hearing that, he lifted his head and looked at me. I almost thought I saw a glimmer of longing in his eyes, or maybe that was just what I wanted to see.

“I would like that,” he said, nodding, and we both smiled. I felt a huge relief, like I had been holding my breath for the last two years and could finally breathe again. He didn’t stop looking at me, and after the longest seconds of my life, he hugged me, and I lost myself in his embrace.

Steve came back half an hour later, just as Bucky and I were sitting in the living room, talking about the last two years—what we had been doing and about our families. Steve looked at us talking and smiled to himself, which warmed my heart, so I smiled back. I made us dinner—chicken casserole after one of Steve’s mom’s recipes—and we ate it while reminiscing about her. Steve shed a tear here and there, but he was talking about her, and that was important.

Night fell, and we were all tired, so I wished Steve goodnight, and Bucky walked me home.

October was almost over, and it was cold outside. When Bucky saw me shivering, he gave me his jacket. It smelled like leather and his cologne—a warm, cinnamony scent with a hint of vanilla. It was pure heaven. On our way home, a guy Bucky seemed to know stopped us, and they started to chat. I wasn’t really paying attention, being enveloped in the scent of his jacket, until the guy mentioned a girl named Dot.

“First I see you with Dot, and now the next girl? You’re quite the sly dog, Barnes,” he said, looking me up and down.

“That’s just my friend Lottie. Don’t be gross,” Bucky replied, and they parted ways. I couldn’t fight my curiosity, so I asked, “So who is Dot?” I tried not to sound bitter.

“We’ve been on a few dates, but it’s nothing serious,” he answered.

“How long have you been seeing each other?” I asked, starting to fidget. Had she worn this jacket too? Of course she had…he was a gentleman, after all.

Bucky saw me getting nervous but ignored it. “Just over a month. Is everything okay? You seem freaked out.”

“No, I’m fine. We’re here. Goodnight, Bucky. It was great seeing you guys again.” I said as I took off his jacket.

“No, keep it. I like the thought of you having it. Do you still have the plushie I gave you, by the way? The white cat?”

The question caught me off guard. Of course I had it. It was sitting on my bed, keeping me company every night.

“Yeah, the nameless cat. I still have it,” I said.

He laughed. “Why ‘nameless’? I didn’t peg you as that uncreative.”

“Because I always wanted you to name it,” I said in a serious tone.

He seemed deep in thought for a few seconds before he started smiling. “How about ‘Alpine’? It’s a white cat, so it’s fitting, don’t you think?”

I thought it sounded perfect. “I love it,” I said, giving him a quick hug before going inside.

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[cherryeol04]

Favor

➻ Pairings: Minho-centric, implied minchan, implied minsung

➻ Genre: humor, fantasy au, magic au

➻ Additional: 

➻ Word Count: 6.2k

➻ Warnings: Attempted character death, minor character death

 ➻ Author’s notes: This story is cross posted on multiple sites under the same username!

“Gil is still on the loose.”

Minho had to hold back the audible sigh that threatened to escape him, eyes rolling unintentionally. He just couldn’t help it! It was the same old story he heard in all the classes he has taken about magic. Granted they are all stories about magic users, but it didn’t make it any less redundant. Humans and magic usually didn’t mix well, or so history has shown. Minho wasn’t sure of the accuracy of these historical accounts but it’s not like he could refute any of them. All he knew was that white magic was good, black/dark magic was bad and humans generally hated magic users for a plethora of reasons.

Okay, so maybe hate was a strong word. Distrust was probably more accurate and Minho could understand - to a point - their reasoning. Hell, he hated magic too! Magic being ‘bad’ was the general consensus that was being drilled into their heads, which was fine. What Minho didn’t understand was why every course on magic - most required - had to repeat the same material, nearly word for word from each other. He thought that at least one course would touch on the subject of how to defend against magic, or how to protect against curses and hexes. 

But no. Every course simply taught about all the horrible and tyrannical magic users of olden days and the reasons why the enforcers were created, as well as how to overall avoid any magic user at all cost.

It was monotonous and boring and Minho couldn’t believe he was wasting his hard earned money on this bullshit.

‘Two more semesters and you can start fresh. Just two more semesters.’

It was a mantra he had to keep repeating to himself. He could do this!

“Tomorrow we’ll cover the Great Siege.”

Minho absolutely couldn’t stop the long groan of exasperation that escaped him. Thankfully, it was covered up by the sounds of chair legs scraping across linoleum floors as students started packing up and leaving. It took Minho a hot second before he started to follow, taking his time packing in order to let the room empty out. It wasn’t like he had anywhere important to be anyway. Tuesdays were his slow days. One class - which he absolutely despised - in the morning and the rest of the day was void of any socialization. 

Usually.

There are some days where Minho is feeling particularly masochistic and would visit the Maxident Cafe across the street from the campus. It was a bustling little homely establishment that always brought a sense of warmth and familiarity to him, but Minho could never figure out as to why. However, Minho had long since learned that questioning things were futile and to just accept things as they were. It caused less of a headache that way.

Today, Minho was feeling masochistic.

The fairy shaped wind chimes sounded as he pushed open the door to the cafe - face hit with the most delicious smells Minho ever had the pleasure of sniffing. ‘Felix must be working today.’

“Welcome in!”

Speaking of the devil, Minho smiled, a soft greeting falling from his lips as he stared at Felix. The brunette was carefully stocking their display shelves with freshly baked goods. “Hey Felix.”

“Hyung!” Felix shot up, nearly dropping his tray in the process. He fumbled with and luckily caught it before it could fall to the floor. He was so adorable. “You didn’t see that.” Felix shot him a pointed glare and Minho laughed, shaking his head.

“Oh, I saw all of it.” he teased with a wink, approaching the counter. The flirtatious teasing had Felix flushing a pretty pink that accentuated the freckles that littered his round cheeks - adding to his beauty. Minho could honestly get lost staring at him.

“Dang it.” Felix pouted, setting his tray down on. He wiped his hands on his apron before turning his full attention to Minho. “Oh well.” he shrugged. “What can I get for you today?”

“A date.”

Felix blinked rapidly a few times, mimicking Minho’s own stare, as he processed the words that left the older male’s mouth. “Hyung!” he whined, another pout gracing his features. “Hyunjin isn’t here today.” he muttered almost sadly. Minho scoffed at the rebuttal. Not that he had anything against the male. Hyunjin was tall, gorgeous and a delight to be around - most of the time - but Felix was definitely more of Minho’s style. Small, cute and easily flustered. Felix also had this uncanny ability to just radiate sunshine and happiness and it was that pure goodness that attracted Minho to him. While the darkness inside him loved to hiss and writhe - like a dramatic diva - for being in the vicinity as Felix, the goodness in him scrambled to cling to the light - to draw from the energy he needed to keep going; to stay good.

He really was masochistic.

“You say that as if I care.” Minho smirked as he leaned against the counter, eyes locked with Felix’s pretty brown orbs - watching as they shook, unable to hold his gaze. “In which, I do not.” Felix cocked his head, batting his lashes in confusion and Minho just wanted to coo at him. A ridiculous notion. He reserved that type of behavior for his cats. Though, Felix could probably pass for a cat if he tried. “If I wanted to date Hyunjin, I would.” And he left it at that. He wasn't sure if Felix understood what he meant by that, but it didn’t matter really. Eventually he would, or least Minho hoped he would. “I’ll take my usual.”

Eyes brightening, Felix rang Minho up and after paying, the younger ran to get started on his drink, the two falling into the familiar pattern of barista/patron. AS he waited, Minho let his eyes wander over the crowded floors of the cafe, students happily chatting away or focused on their laptop screens, showing more dedication to their coursework than Minho had in his pinkie finger. It was a life Minho couldn’t get behind. Of course, it’s not like would purposefully fall behind on coursework or just fail his classes.

Absolutely not!

He had spent way too much money on his education to waste it. But that didn’t mean the thought of working didn’t disgust him. And perhaps he would have more motivation if the subject matter was more interesting. He took these magic courses because he wanted to learn more about magic. He wanted to learn about the history of it - where it came from,  or how it was passed down through the generations. He didn’t want to be put through the hell of hearing the same iterations of stories with only minor changes.

“Here you go hyung!” Minho stared at Felix, refusing to acknowledge how the other startled him. Felix stared at him expectantly and Minho glanced down at the cup between them - so innocuous. Taking the cup, he took a quick sip - face schooled but inside he was screaming as he burnt his tongue. A stupid mistake to make. Of course the drink would be hot, what else had he been expecting?  “Good?” Felix asked.

“Delicious.” Minho forced out, hoping his words weren’t as slurred as he thought they were as his tongue was numb. “Thanks for the drink, Lixie. I’ll see you later.” Making a not-so-grand exit, Minho headed back to his apartment, intent to spend the rest of his day curled up on the couch with his cats, watching whatever drama he could feasibly binge watch in an afternoon. It sounded like heaven and was probably the main reason the normally 10 minute commute only toko 5 minutes.

Upon entering his apartment, he was greeted to a chorus of meows as three furry bodies rubbed against his legs. “Hello babies. Did you miss me?” he asked, smiling as he received more meows in response. Minho was sure they weren’t actually talking to him, but it was fun to think that. Though if they could talk, he was sure he would hear nothing but complaints about how they wanted more food, even though he fed them before he left for class that morning. Shaking his head, he shuffled further inside, careful to not lift his feet fully off the floor in fear of stepping on one of his babies.

“You know.” he started, sending the three cats a frustrated glare. “This would go faster if you weren’t trying to trip me.” he huffed. Though he knew they weren’t trying to actually trip him, he did find it ironically hilarious that as soon as he made that comment, the three cats wandered off. Such a convenient coincidence. “Thank you.”

Unobstructed, Minho headed into the kitchen and against his better judgment, he fixed three bowls of cat food, setting them down in their normal spots by the fridge. “Soonie, Doongie, Dori!” It took a moment, but eventually two orange cats emerged, followed by a gray tabby that trotted over to their dishes and eagerly devoured their food. “So spoiled.” 

Cat dad duties finished, Minho headed back into the living room and plopped down on the couch with a heavy sigh. He wasn’t sure why he still felt so frustrated. He knew the feeling stemmed from the story covered in class but usually seeing Felix and getting his favorite coffee always made him feel better. Today it just didn’t seem to be working. Running a hand through his hair, he sighed once again. Grabbing the remote, he turned on the TV and scrolled through the channels until he landed on a drama that barely caught his interest, mind still a jumbled mess.

Lost in his thoughts, Minho jumped when his phone started ringing, eyes wide as he stared at the offending device. Quickly, his eyes scanned the room, landing on Doongie as the orange cat sat in the corner, watching him with an interested gaze. “You saw nothing.” he warned, the feline yawning in response before curling up and laying down. Talking to the cats was an odd habit surely, but it did help to keep Minho from feeling lonely. With a grunt, Minho grabbed his phone, which had started ringing for a second time. “Hello?”

“Minnie~” Minho cringed at the sickenly sweet coo, mentally kicking himself for taking the call. “What are you doing?”

“Watching TV.”

“So nothing then?” Jungkook.

“No, I’m watching TV.” he corrected with a scoff.

“Perfect! We’re having a gathering tonight and we would love it if you came.”

Minho mulled over the offering carefully. He really didn’t feel like going out and socializing, but he knew gatherings like these were usually fun and filled with people that Minho could tolerate for the most part. “Who is ‘we’?”

“Oh, you know…”

No, he in fact, didn’t know and Minho hated how vague Jungkook was being, but that was to be expected from the socialite. No information given, but he could surprisingly convince anyone to go anywhere and do just about anything. “I’ll be there, Seonghwa -” He started listing off names, but truth be told Minho tuned him out, not at all interested. At least, not until a specific name was listed. “Irene, Chan -”

“Chan’s going?” Minho straightened on the couch and if he were a cat, his ears would have twitched with interest. Jungkook laughed at that and a spike of embarrassment coursed through Minho. However, his curiosity was too great to let him dwell on that for very long.

“Of course that’s the only name you would care about.”

“Arguably the only one to care about.” Minho retorted with a shrug. He pointedly ignored teh scoff on the other end. “What time?”

“7pm.”

“Ugh, really?”

“What? Past your bedtime grandpa?” Minho snorted, rolling his eyes.

“Some of us have class in the morning, slacker.”

“Yeah, but Chan will be there.” And that was such a tempting offer, and Jungkook knew it. The self made Soundcloud producer was such eye candy and a sweetheart to boot. Even with the minimal interaction Minho had with Chan was enough to have him swooning and falling head over heels for the man. Hell, Minho practically tripped over himself once to try and get a moment alone with Chan. Could he really pass up another opportunity to see him?

No way in hell.

“I’ll come.”

“Great! So we’ll-” Minho ended the call mid sentence, knowing full well Jungkook would text him the info later. Dropping the phone on the couch, he let his head fall back, feeling so mentally drained from the call. There was something off about the day. His mood just didn’t feel right and it upset him as much as it concerned him. He normally had a steady plateau of emotion, fluctuating only occasionally and in short bursts. To ping pong between emotions and have none of his normal soothing items help calm him down, it was strange. Hopefully, seeing chan and being around others would fix whatever was broken.

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The one thing Minho hated most about Jungkook and his “gatherings” was the fact they always included magic of some sort. Usually Jungkook or someone close to him would perform some childish magic trick that still enraptured everyone. And while all the magic users usually invited were white magic users, that never stopped Enforcers from showing up. The magic cops loved to show off their status at any given point - the white starburst badges pinned to their right shoulder sleeve. At least it made it easy for Minho to identify and steer clear of them. He had never had an actual encounter with an enforcer, other than a passing glance. Yet he had an instinctual fear of them and he did his best to avoid them like the plague. Parties were no different. 

After grabbing a drink from the kitchen, Minho made his way back into the living room and made himself comfy on one of the couches. He scanned the crowded room, watching bodies as they grinded together on the makeshift dance floor. Normally Minho would join in, letting the music take over his body - releasing all his worries and stress as he lost himself to the rhythm of the beat. But not today. Not when he knew Chan was going to be there. He would have ample enough time to dance, but the chance to talk with Chan was few and far between. Besides, if he was lucky, maybe he could convince Chan to have a dance… or five. It was a solid plan and all Minho had to do was be patient. 

But he was far from being a patient man.

As the night wore on, he was becoming extremely antsy for Chan’s arrival. His spot on the couch had the perfect view of the front door and anyone who walked in. At least a dozen or so people came and went, and with each new arrival, Minho’s hopes were crushed a little more.

Four drinks and two hours later, Minho wandered back into the kitchen, intent to get another drink. His mind was already feeling fuzzy, but thankfully the ground wasn’t moving yet. He could handle one or two more drinks before he needed to go home. The kitchen was a mess. Empty beer cans and soda bottles littered the floor. Half empty liquor bottles were scattered across various counters and the center island. The room itself was empty except for one person by the fridge. Minho had a witty comment on the tip of his tongue but it disappeared as he spotted the starburst patch on the right shirt sleeve. Every instinct in his body kicked in and his brain was screaming at him to turn tail and run away - which he did. But just as he was leaving, he heard an all too familiar voice.

“Minho, hey!”

Minho paused and against his better judgment, he turned around. His eyes landed on Chan’s beautiful face, a smile so wide and pure that this entire scenario seemed surreal. 

“Chan,” he breathed. “When did you get here?”

It was a stupid question. Or rather, the question wasn’t stupid, just the fact that Minho insisted on holding a conversation was stupid. It didn’t matter when Chan arrived, but when did he become an enforcer? Last he checked, enforcers had to have some sort of white magic in them and Chan was human! There was not an ounce of  white magic residing in him. Of course, it wasn’t unheard of that humans could be enforcers, but the humans tended to be part of archiving and trials. Their badges - according to historians - were different. The starbursts were only for enforcers who actively patrolled and enforced the laws. So why did Chan - pure, loving, kind hearted Chan - have the starburst?

“A bit ago. Jungkook had me held hostage out front.” he chuckled as if that explained everything.

It explained absolutely nothing!

In fact, it only added to Minho’s confusion. Had Jungkook known all along about Chan’s new position in life? It’s not like the older man wasn’t aware of Minho’s dislike for the enforcers.

“O-Oh.” How lame, but what else could he say? There were plenty of things Minho wanted to ask but he wasn’t sure he could ask them without risk of giving away his secret. And he couldn’t do that, not now that he knew Chan was one of them. The silence between them felt weighted and awkward.

“Yeah.” Chan nodded and smiled. “As you can see, I was appointed as an enforcer today.” Chan turned to show off the badge, smiling so widely like he was ecstatic, and he probably was. Minho couldn’t blame him for that. 

“I didn’t know you could use magic.” It was the first thing to pop into his mind and honestly a question he wanted an answer to.

Chan frowned, cocking his head. “You didn’t? I thought for sure you knew. My dad is the current general.”

Minho’s eyes widened at the news, chest tightening with an indescribable feeling. He couldn’t believe this. Chan came from a long line of enforcers. He used magic. He was everything Minho had wanted in a partner and in a matter of seconds the perfect fantasy world he had created came crashing down around him.

Minho swallowed thickly, fighting back the urge to cry. “I didn’t know.” 

“Oh. Well now you do, I guess.” Chan shrugged. “Cool right? Also, thanks for coming to my celebration.”

“Y-Your celebration?!” As if this couldn’t get any worse. This entire party was to celebrate Chan becoming an enforcer. This was devastating. 

“Yeah! When I told Jungkook, he insisted on throwing-” Chan paused, eyeing Minho carefully. “Are you okay, Min?”

Minho felt like the world was spinning and he was going to pass out at any given moment. There was just too much information to process and it felt like the universe was out to get him. “I have to go.” Dropping his cup on the counter, Minho turned and made a hasty exit out of the kitchen and the house, ignoring Chan’s call for him to come back. There was no way Minho could go back and face him. He was nothing but a bundle of emotions now - a swirling mass of negativity the likes he had never felt before.

It was horrible. There was an icky heavy feeling washing over him - his limbs feeling heavy with each step he took. It almost felt like a pressure building and looking for a way to escape, and Minho would be more than happy to release it from his body. Glancing down at his hands - where were feeling a bit tingly - he stopped dead in his tracks, shocked at what he saw. The tips of his fingers were oozing an inky blackness that he had only seen happen  once before.

“Shit. Not now.” he whined, trying to wipe his hands clean, but of course that did nothing. He couldn’t just wipe away magic so easily. Worried, Minho looked around, taking in his surroundings. While it wasn’t busy out, the sidewalk was still occupied by a good number of passersby, all of which posed a threat to Minho. His heart raced as he tried to figure out what his next move should be, because there was no way he could stay out in the open with black magic oozing from his fingers.

Doing a once over again, Minho spotted and alley opening and quickly ducked inside. He needed to figure out a way to get home without being seen because he was absolutely sure he wouldn't be able to wrangle in his magic - not with the whirlwind of emotions currently coursing through him. The side of town he was currently on was one he was familiar with - thankfully - but he had never traversed the back alleys before. He had no idea which alley connected to the next or if any of them could lead him back to his apartment. But he had to try and figure it out. The longer he remained outside, the higher the risk of being caught became.

Shoving his hands into his pockets, Minho started down the alleyway, vigilant of his surroundings. The further he moved in, the darker it became. It unnerved him how the light from the streets on either end couldn’t seem to penetrate the darkness of the place. It was quite eerie and if Minho wasn’t so worried about his life, he probably would have turned tail and ran.

“Get away from me! Stop!” Minho froze at the cry, blood running cold. It came from right in front of him and Minho was terrified to take another step forward. Yet something inside him was telling him that he needed to go investigate - to help whoever was in trouble. It was an absurd idea and yet his feet carried him onward as if on autopilot and the horrific scene he came across was sickening to bear witness to. There were two men, one on the ground - probably the man that had begged for his life. The other man hovered over the fallen man, a dark aura surrounding him. It had Minho shivering and he could feel the dark energy within him reaching out, trying to merge with it. 

Another dark magic user. 

A companion…

Minho shook his head, focusing on pulling his magic back. He couldn’t let them combine. He wasn’t like that - didn’t want to use his magic to hurt innocent people. That wasn’t the type of person he was! But he also wasn’t the type of person to stick his nose in situations that didn’t involve him. However, could he really turn the other cheek and just pretend that he hadn’t seen this? If this man died, mentally and emotionally his blood would be on Minho’s hands. And despite how strong he believed he was, Minho wasn’t sure he could live with that knowledge. In a split second decision Minoh thrust his hand forward, expelling the black magic that, up until now, had been dying to be set free. The force of the expulsion sent the attacker flying back - knocking him into the concrete wall a few feet away. A heavy tension filled the air as he waited for the man to get back up.

He didn’t. 

In fact, he didn’t move at all and Minho feared maybe he had somehow killed the guy. “Oh shit.” he whispered, already taking a few steps closer.

“Don’t!” The warning gave Minho pause and he turned his attention to the man he had just saved. In the dim lighting of the alleyway Minho couldn’t really make out any features, though he sounded young - probably around Minho’s  age or younger. The survivor’s attention was still focused on his attacker, however, and Minho turned back towards the fallen man, ready to go help despite the warning he had been given. But the man’s body was gone.

“What the hell?”

“Black magic.” Well yeah. Clearly the man had been a black magic user. But that honestly wasn’t a great excuse for the disappearance. Minho was pretty sure that all magic users had the ability to disappear - teleport in a way. It seemed a little stereotypical to just group that magical action with black magic users, even if he was correct about this particular situation. Minho wanted to be upset- outraged even, but as the anger was bubbling up inside him, the other man finally got up and walked over to him. “Thank you.”

It felt like a punch to the gut while simultaneously all the energy had been zapped out of his body. Now up close, Minho could out the most beautiful brown eyes he had ever had the pleasure of staring at. Adorable chubby cheeks also adorned his equally adorable looking face. Minho was sure he had been correct in his assumption that this guy was young. He was young and beautiful and Minho had the passing thought of wondering if he was single. 

“My name’s Jisung.” The handsome man - Jisung - introduced himself and Minho became extremely aware of the awkward staring he was doing. Blinking rapidly a few times, Minho cleared his throat, the tips of his ears heating up slightly. 

“Minho.” 

Jisung smiled. “Well Minho, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Wish it was under different circumstances.” 

“Likewise.” Minho looked Jisung over again, trying to get a better sense of the person standing before him, but could hardly make out anything in the dark alleyway. “So what exactly did I stumble upon?”

“Upset patron.” Jisung laughed as if he hadn’t just been moments away from dying. 

“That sucks. Guess he’ll be leaving a bad yelp review.” Minho joked and Jisung laughed once more. “Are you okay, though?” It was probably something that he should have asked earlier.

“Me?” Jisung asked and Minho wanted to roll his eyes. That was such a stupid question, but he held his tongue. “Yeah, I’m fine.” he confirmed with a shrug.

“Oh, good.” A blanket of awkwardness fell over them and Minho wasn’t sure what to do to fix it. It was a new situation that he never thought he would be in, so he was a little socially inapt with how to deal with it. It’s not like this was a movie and now that he saved someone’s life, they’re going to fall madly in love and live happily ever after. In fact, it was probably better that they parted ways and never see each other again. There was less of a risk of being found out that way. Minho was just thankful that Jisung hadn’t seemed to notice the type of magic he used.

“Well, this is awkward.”

Was this guy inside his head?! As far as Minho knew, there weren’t any minder readers. That wasn’t a power that even existed. Maybe it was just a coincidence? 

“Yeah.” Another lame answer, but words were failing him at the moment.

“Well, I hate to cut this short, but I should get going.” Jisung flashed him a smile. “Thank you again for saving me, Minho. Maybe one day I’ll be able to return the favor.”

“Yeah, hopefully not, but maybe.” Minho agreed. Taking a few steps back, Minho gave a slight bow and Jisung returned it. “Bye Jisung.”

“See ya.”

Minho took his heave first, exiting the alleyway only to realize how late it was. The streetlights were on and the road barren save for a random car passing every now and again. And despite the darkness, the air outside was hot and humid. 

Disgusting.

And the black magic still swirling inside him only added to that disgusted feeling. It was way too wound up and excited after coming across another black magic user. He hated how sick it made him feel and once more Minho was cursing his birth givers. He couldn’t even call them his parents because they gave him up at birth and cursed him with the life he had now. He hated it - hated them. Everything wrong in his life was their fault. He couldn’t only hope they were already dead, otherwise if he ever met them -

He paused, shaking his head to try and clear his thoughts. That was a dark train he went on and definitely not who he was. The influence of the black magic was starting to get to him. He needed to get home as soon as possible so he could safely expel it before he did something he’d regret. Minho had spent far too long concealing himself to let it all go to waste because of a heroic good deed.

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3 months, 15 days and 5 hours. That’s how long it’s been since the incident in the alleyway and since then, Minho has been constantly running into Jisung. It was strange, because he had never seen the squirely boy before and Minho liked to think that he was decently social. Sure he didn’t have many close friends - none really - but he knew a lot of people and got invited to a lot of events and parties and Jisung had never been someone he’d crossed paths with before. It was almost comical how frequently Minho saw the other, so it was only inevitable they started to hang out. Jisung was a decent guy and very easy to get along with. Dare he even think that Jisung was his “person”.

And maybe it was this blossoming friendship that distracted Minho. Kept him focused on a future he wanted and not the life he was living. Maybe he would have noticed sooner, the issue bubbling just under the surface. Maybe he could have prevented it from happening.

Maybe…

Stupid! He was so stupid! Minho should have known better than to stay out when he was feeling so bad. It wasn’t like this was the first time his powers got out of control, though maybe it would be his last. The thought terrified him, but not as much as the enforcers that were chasing him.

“Stop Minho!” Chan shouted from behind and Minho probably would have stopped if it weren’t for the beam of magic that went flying past him, just barely missing him. “Don’t make this harder for yourself!”

“Oh yea. Because giving up would be so much easier!” Minho sassed. He yelped as another beam was shot at him, nicking his calf and causing him to stumble. His legs gave out from under him, body collapsing as he tried to catch his breath. Everything hurt - his eyes were crossing and his ears were ringing as the world spun. A shadow loomed over him and panic coursed through his body. He tried to scramble to his feet, but pain shot up his leg, stopping him.

“I told you to just stop.” Chan’s once sweet voice was hardened, sharp. Minho held back the whimper that tried to crawl out of his throat. A foot pressed against his side and with a hard nudge he was unceremoniously kicked onto his back. “Tears won’t help an abomination like you.” Minho wasn’t even aware he had been crying. His heart shattered into pieces as the hurtful words washed over him. This wasn’t Chan. Chan was sweet and kind and wouldn’t hurt a fly. However, Chan was also an enforcer and as painful as it was to admit, Minho knew that there had to be a small piece of malice in him. It was the only reasoning he could come up with as to why Chan could be this mean and hateful to someone who was different.

“Please.” he whispered, almost begging, but all he was greeted with was a hateful stare and Chan’s glowing hand.

“You know how this has to end. I’m sorry.”

Minho didn’t believe it. Wouldn’t believe it. Chan wasn’t sorry because if he was, he would do this. Or at least that’s what Minho told himself. “Chan please!” he begged once more, the tears falling faster. And for a brief moment there was a sense of hesitation. And Mino seized the opportunity. Black smoke like tendrils crept forth from his fingers and he grabbed Chan’s ankle. His magic shot up through Chan’s leg, wrapping around his limbs and constricting. Chan shouted in pain and Minho watched as black veins began to spread over the pale skin, slowly taking over. The sight pained Minho, but nonetheless he climbed to his feet, calf throbbing in pain.

“M-Minho.”

“I’m sorry Chan. I’m so sorry.” His voice trembled as he fought back his sobs. He knew the magic wouldn’t kill Chan - he could never go that far - but it would keep him at bay for now. He turned and started running, though slowed down by his wounded leg. Every stretch of the muscle felt like searing hot iron was being pressed into his skin. It was horrible. But still he pressed on, knowing that if he stopped he would die. Sirens began to blare across the city, shivers rushing down his spine. Minho had only ever heard stories of those sirens being sounded. 

He knew what they meant.

Minho made a beeline for the nearest dense foliage. He wasn’t sure if it would lead out of the city or just provide a place to lay low for a while, but it didn’t matter. The longer he was out in the open, the more danger he was in. He got about half way there when he heard the shouts and the ball of magic began whizzing by him.

“Fuck, fuck.” he cursed, looking around for any sort of safety. He wasn’t sure what caught his attention, but for some reason he happened to look over at a store front and there, peeking out of the door was Jisung, waving to him. If this had been any other situation, maybe Minho would have second guessed the other’s appearance. As it was, this was a life or death situation and Minho preferred to live.

Changing course, Minho ran to Jisung, slipping through the open door and coming to a crashing halt against the front counter. Bent over, Minho panted as he watched with weary eyes as Jisung locked and secured the door. When he turned around, Minho’s entire world came crashing to the ground as his eyes landed on the starburst patch on his right shoulder sleeve. “No, no…God please no!” he begged, stumbling backwards as he tried to put more distance between himself and Jisung.

“Min, wait.” Jisung held up his hands in surrender, taking a step or two closer. “I’m not gonna hurt you. I promise.” Minho wanted to believe him, he really did, but there was just too much hurt and betrayal in his heart. He had thought he was friends enough with Chan that the other wouldn’t attack him like had. But he had been so clearly wrong. Their relationship had clearly meant nothing to the older man. And now he had discovered the one person he considered his best friend was also an enforcer, he just couldn’t take it. Everything was falling apart and Minho was powerless to stop it.

“Please, Jisung,” he whispered. “I can’t do this. Not with you. I trusted you.”

“And you can still trust me!” The sincere earnestness in his voice called to Minho and all he wanted to do was hug Jisung. He needed Jisung. Biting his bottom lip, Minho caved and walked closer. If this was a trick and he died, then so be it, but he just needed one last moment of happiness. Jisung smiled and closed the gap between, taking Minho into a tight hug. Minho broke down and buried his face into Jisung’s shoulder as he sobbed. “It’s gonna be alright, hyung.”

“How?” Minho pulled back and stared at Jisung - cheeks red and splotchy, stained with his tears. “They’re trying to kill me, Sungie! All because…because…” he trailed off, eyes going blank and unfocused as he stared off behind Jisung.

“You use black magic.” Jisung finished and Minho nodded numbly. “I never would have guessed.”

“I never wanted you or anyone else to know.” Minho whispered. “I hate this, curse to be hunted. I tried so hard to just use my white magic, but sometimes,” he sniffled and reached up to wipe away his tears. “Sometimes I just can’t control it.”

“You use both?” Jisung asked incredulously. Once again, Minho nodded solemnly. Jisung was silent for a moment, looking Minho over. It seemed whatever debate he was having internally, he came to a decision as he pulled back completely from Minho. He reached into his pocket and pulled his keys. “Here.” he said as he pressed them to Minho’s chest.

“What?” Minho frowned.

“My care is out back. Take it and leave this place.”

“Jisung? I can’t. They’ll see me and m-my cats!”

“I’ll distract them.” Jisung grabbed Minho’s arm and guided him to the back door. “And don’t worry about your cats, I’ll take care of them. Just go.”

Minho pulled his arm free and glared at the other. “Why are you doing this?”

Jisung could only smile as he opened the back door. “Returning the favor.” With that, he shoved Minho out the door and closed it, leaving him standing there stupefied. Only a few moments later he could hear Jisung out front, gathering the enforcers and leading them in the opposite direction. This was his chance and despite the craziness that just happened, he wasn’t going to lose it. Turning, Minho ran to the car and got in. Starting it, he carefully made his way out of the alley and to the back roads that would lead out of the city - his heart still racing and now full of hope.

Until we meet again. Thank you, Jisung.

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