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seospicybin · 2 years ago

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Felix x reader. (s,f)

Synopsis: Valentine's day is just another day for you until a stranger gives you a flower and makes it special for you. (16,4k words)

Author's note: Happy Valentine's day, my loves! Good news is I'm not going to make you cry. Bad news is I'm going to hit you with a lot of love and fluff 💘

Listen to my favorite love songs here 💕

Do you know that Valentine comes from a Latin word meaning 'strength'?

It's unclear how valentine's day became associated with the tradition of exchanging affectionate gifts and love notes, one thing for sure is you certainly don't have the strength to go through this day. Why? Because you're miserably single and chronically introverted.

Most of the reason why you're still single is that you like to stay in the safety of your room, working with the company of your cat and a steaming cup of tea. That's also why you love your job, it allows you to stay in your little bubble, away from the bustle of city life.

If it isn't about work, you wouldn't find yourself in a packed bus with these people who just got off work or school, or are on their way to have dates with their significant others.

Being in a crowd like this makes you anxious and there are still a few stops to go but it already feels suffocating even though you're sitting near the window. You distract yourself by looking out at the view but there's not much to see but the melting snow and the cool air slipping through the crack between the windows.

You feel gentle taps on your shoulder and you turn your head to see a hand, you look up to see who the owner is since he's standing next to your seat.

Dark hair parted in the middle and loose strands of hair fell over his forehead but what captivated you is the freckles dusted his milky white skin.

"Do you know what time is it?" He asks with a kind smile.

He owns a deep voice that doesn't seem to belong to someone with a slender figure like him. It's like someone else dubbed his voice.

You fumble to fish your phone out of your purse and click it to see the time, "it's 6.13 pm," you answer.

"Oh," he responds.

He swings his backpack to the front and you only realized then that he's holding his phone with him, he can easily check the time himself.

He pulls something out of his backpack, a pink rose wrapped in an iridescent paper wrapper. Even from this distance, you can tell it's a real rose, it gets you wondering how he keeps the petals intact inside his backpack.

He pushes it toward you and you stare at it in confusion, "is it for me?"

He nods along with his smile hasn't faded from his face yet.

You take it from him and you can't help but smile it's the first time you ever received a flower from someone. Not just someone but a gorgeous, elven-like human.

"I happen to have one left," he adds as he slings his backpack on one shoulder.

Your smile fades a little after hearing that, it means that you're not the only person getting a rose from him, and the worse is you're the last person to receive it.

You're not that special, you're just lucky but still, you're grateful for his nice gesture.

"Thank you," you mutter to him with a smile.

You notice your stop is next and put the rose in the safety of your tote bag.

"My stop is next," you inform the guy who gives you the rose.

You get up from your seat and offer it to the girl who's been standing since the previous bus stop.

There is a minute of you standing next to him before getting off, but there's nothing significant happens except that he holds you from falling on your face by holding the strap of your bag.

"Be careful," he says as you walk to the exit of the bus.

You know what? The worst thing is he doesn't even ask for your number.

What a romantic day indeed!

Everyone knows that Felix is such a sweetheart.

On valentine's day, he bought a dozen of roses for him to share with anyone, from the barista who made his morning latte, to the serving lunch lady at the cafeteria, to his favorite dance instructor, to any random person he met for the sake of making people smiles.

To put it simply, he has a lot of love in him and he wants to share it with everyone.

However, his big heart only makes it hard for people to try to flip it.

He's popular at his dance school and it's no mystery why most of the students have a crush on him, then again, no one has ever captivated him in a way that makes his heart moves at least a millimeter.

What's the use of being popular when he doesn't have anyone to share this special day with?

So he stays in the studio a little longer to practice his dance routine until he remembers that he has a family dinner to attend.

He rushes to the bus stop and squeezes himself into a packed bus. His family would be fine if he's a few minutes late but Felix doesn't want to be a nuisance, he's just too good of a person.

Still, he compose a text just in case he couldn't make it in time.

Someone walks past him to make their way to the exit of the bus, Felix almost stumbles when the bus stops. He moves to the side to make some space for everyone.

That's when he sees you, looking out of the window so lost in your thoughts. It's like you're living in your own time and space from the rest of the world.

And it's beautiful, this scene, the wind slipping through your hair, your tender gaze, you.

For a moment, he feels like time stands still and all he sees is you.

His curious hand reaches for you to make sure that you're real, not just fragments of his imagination.

He suddenly feels bad for intruding on your space but you're looking up at him, wide-eyed and a bit defensive.

He hurriedly thinks of something to say, a small talk, an excuse, anything!

"Do you know what time is it?"

He feels like slapping himself for asking such a stupid question, he's literally holding his phone in his hand and can easily check time himself.

"It's 6.13 pm," you answer after checking the time on your phone.

He's lucky that you don't see the phone he's holding and that he still has one rose left in his backpack, he can only hope it's still proper enough to be given to you despite the rose having been in his backpack for hours.

"Is it for me?" You ask, nonplussed.

He nods because his mouth suddenly got dry and he's unable to speak.

A smile rises on your face as you stare at the rose, only if you know between the two, your smile is the most lovely.

"I happen to have one left," he blurts out.

Your smile fades a little and he wonders why.

"Thank you," you mutter with a courteous smile.

Then it hits him that he gives you the impression that he did this to everyone.

But that's not the intention, he wants to let you know that this feels like fate, that he met you and happened to have one rose left.

When you put the rose inside your bag and get up from your seat, he knows he has so little time to try to explain.

"My stop is next," you tell him.

The situation he's in doesn't support his plan and he can only look at you as you stand next to him. You seem to be waiting for him to say something too.

Then the bus stops and Felix prevents you from stumbling forward by grabbing the strap of your bag.

You turn your head at him and smile. It's so sweet, the kind of sweet that will get him addicted.

The door of the bus is open and people start to move toward it.

Felix doesn't have much time left and he wants to know everything about you. Your name, your phone number, your favorite food, your favorite movies, movies that make you cry, any of your childhood memories, anything!

But all that comes out is, "be careful!"

You flash him a smile for the last time then get off the bus.

Felix watches as the girl who has just moved his heart by a millimeter walks away from him.

The rose is wilted.

You've been keeping it in a pitcher full of water and placed it on your desk, next to the window to fill its need for sunlight.

Whenever you look at it, you get reminded of him.

The gentle taps on your shoulder, the smile he gave you as he asks for the time, the deep voice that you still doubt belongs to him, and the last of him that you saw through the bus window.

It's all sweet until the reality bites, that you don't know him and it's impossible to meet him again.

For a starter, you don't even know his name therefore you can't try to find his information on the internet.

If only you had just a shred of confidence in yourself, you would have asked for his number and maybe made him wait for a day or two for your phone call.

You scoff at the thought. Who are you to play hard-to-get?

The sound of your phone ringing startles you and wakes you up from your silly reverie.

It's a work call.

Sometimes you get hired to work in certain places and you've been a trusted partner of this luxury brand, they wanted you to come and write custom cards for their special orders. They usually just send the cards to your place and you'll send them back when the deadline ends, however, there'll always be orders that come in a short amount of time.

You bring your writing utensils with you and work in the store in what looks like a hotel room instead of a fitting room.

They serve you a cup of tea and sweet assortments, then give you a list of names for you to write then leave the room to give you the space to work.

It's not as comfortable as working in your apartment but you can work in an environment like this, quiet and nice.

You spread all of the cards you've done in a neat row while letting the ink dry.

You check all of the cards once again, making sure there is no speck of ink or spelling mistakes. Because apparently, some people can get very sensitive if you misspelled their name.

It's as if she knows you're outside, your phone ringing the second you stepped out of the store. Turns out, your brother gets off early from work and invites you for an early dinner.

He is determined to get you out of the house so many times and you rejected each one of his invitations.

"Stop sulking! You're out already," he says, his shoulder bumps yours and he always forgets that his big body can easily knock you off your chair.

Good thing that you're used to it, "I'm not sulking," you grumble.

He takes your glass of water and switches it with his glass of wine, "you're not driving. Have some wine!"

You put the wine glass down, not drinking it. He rolls his eyes at you, "have some fun!"

"I have fun," you quickly respond.

"What fun? Playing hide and seek with Percy?"

"I have fun in my own way, okay?" You shrug away all of his words off you.

He takes his wine glass back and drains it in one long sip, "how are you going to meet a guy if you stayed in your room all day?"

"But you met your fiancé in your apartment!" You defend yourself with a solid fact.

"That's because he's a friend of my roommate!" He argues back with widening eyes.

When he realizes that came out louder than he intended, he lowers his voice immediately, "I mean... when's the last time you met a cute guy?"

"A week ago," you shortly reply.

Your brother suddenly gets so interested, he leans forward on the table, "where?"

"In the bus."

"What's his name?"

"I don't know," you innocently answer.

Your brother inhales a deep breath and slumps in his seat, disappointed that his enthusiasm goes to waste.

You refuse to share a taxi ride with him because it'll only double the fare since he goes the opposite way to where you're going.

You let out a long sigh once you are seated inside the bus, the work isn't that tiring but interacting with people drained your energy the most.

You lean your head against the cool window glass and start spacing out as you gaze out at the view of the city lights in the distance.

It's a bad habit of yours, you'll space out and forgets about your surroundings, that includes almost skipping your bus stop.

Good thing that you reflexively shoot up from your seat and run to the exit, getting off the bus just in time before the door closes.

You hoist your bag higher on your shoulder and start walking to your apartment building.

A hand on your shoulder stops you from going, you turn around to see who it is.

"Hey, why didn't you call me?"

Felix's hair is still damp.

He had a quick shower after practice to wash all of the sweat off and put on a clean t-shirt.

He always leaves school at this hour, so by the time he gets off, he'll go somewhere to eat for dinner.

Except that tonight he feels like going home early and ordering some food.

He sits on the back of the bus with his hands shoved inside his jacket pockets. He clicks his phone, expecting it to light up so he can see the time.

Unfortunately, his phone runs out of battery. There's always a digital clock somewhere on the bus, he looks straight ahead but instead, he finds the other thing he's looking for.

He didn't believe his eyes at first until he sees you run to exit the bus.

It's like history repeats itself, he got caught in the same situation that requires him to act in such a short amount of time.

He senses that the driver is about to close the door soon, he stops thinking and dashes outside, getting off the bus even though it is not his stop.

He is unsure of how to talk to you but he knows that it's his only chance.

Hesitating for a while, Felix puts his hand on your shoulder and you immediately turn on your heel to find him there.

"Hey, why didn't you call me?"

Definitely not a good opener, he sounds so eager and a whole lot creepy. He can see that he just gave you the ick from your plain expression.

You grip the strap of your bag and tip your head to the side, "but you didn't give me your number," you answer.

A laugh escaped his parted mouth, he didn't expect you to still recognize him and that you'll answer his strange way of greeting you.

"Do you perhaps... want to grab dinner together?"

"I'm sorry. I had dinner already," you refuse with a courteous smile.

He kind of expected this answer, that's understandable, especially when the invitation comes from a stranger.

"But I'd love to have a cup of coffee," You come with an alternative for him.

"Yeah? I'd love that too," Felix can't believe that his verbal skills deteriorate this soon when he's still in his twenties.

You suggested the coffee shop because you live in the neighborhood and your apartment is only two blocks away from here.

Turns out, none of you drink coffee. Felix drinks coffee only when they're heavily sweetened and you prefer tea.

"We meet again," Felix starts the conversation after your drinks order is served on the table.

"Yeah," you shortly respond with a small smile.

"It's..." he wanted to say that it feels like fate that the two of you meet again but he doesn't want to make it seem corny, "...nice," he settles with the simplest word and that's enough for now.

You carefully sip your tea and he notices your fingers are tinted black. The last time you met, he also saw the same thing.

"Are you a painter?" He guesses.

You slowly put down your tea and know that he sees your dirty fingers, "oh, no. I'm a calligrapher."

"So you have beautiful handwriting," he comments almost immediately.

You shyly smile at him and look down at your lap, "you can say so," you say.

Felix suddenly got so curious, he slides a napkin in front of you, "can you write my name?"

"What for?"

"I want to see your handwriting," he casually answers.

"I guess I can do that since you paid for my tea," you tell him with a low laugh.

You rummage through your tote bag to pull out a pen and another thing out of your purse, a card.

"What's your name?"

"Lee Felix," he confidently answers.

You nod and uncap the pen, start writing his name down on the card instead of on the napkin he gave you. You write his name in elegant cursive letters and to him, you look like drawing a flower instead of his name.

The curls of letters are still no match to the beautiful curl of your smile as you slide the card across the table to him.

"You do have beautiful handwriting," he compliments with a sly smile.

"Next time, I'll have to charge you for it," you joke and caps the pen back, putting it back inside your tote bag.

"I'm not sure if I can afford you," he jokes back while still staring at his written name on the card.

"How about you? What do you do?"

"I'm a dancer," he answers.

"I'm still a student so yeah, I can't charge you for that," he adds.

You softly laugh with your hand holding the handle of your teacup. Your phone rings on the table and his eyes dart to the pop-up notification that says 'Percy'.

You turn it off and put the phone inside your purse, "I'm sorry but I have to go."

He has so much to ask about you but he knows he can't keep you here and interrogate you all night. He can't demand your time considering he's still a stranger to you.

"No worries," he replies with a smile.

His excitement makes him forget the most important thing he wanted to ask you ever since he met you.

He's always late to realize it but not this time, "you haven't told me your name yet."

You gather your bag from your seat as you stand next to the table, "that's my name card you're holding," you tell him.

Felix flips the card with his written name and learns that you wrote on the back of your name card.

"See you again," you say as you wave your hand at him.

Felix waves his hand back at you until you disappeared out of his sight.

That's when he allows himself to gleefully smiles.

It's been three days, three miserable days of anticipation and anxiety, you can't seem to focus on your work as well when you need to check your phone every few minutes.

You went through five stages of grief and you got to the point of acceptance.

You're at your lowest point and when that happens, you call your brother

"How long it usually takes for a guy to finally call you?" You ask the second she picks up the phone call.

"You ask for the standard of a straight guy, right?"

"Uh-huh."

"The average is three days but if it went up to a week, just forget him," he eloquently answers like it's an easy math problem.

You groan because three days is about to turn into four days and he hasn't called yet.

"Wait!" Your brother seems to finally catch the meaning of your question.

"Who is this guy?"

"The one I met on the bus," you reply with a sigh.

"But you said you didn't even know his name," he sounds so impressed and perplexed at once.

"I met him again."

"When?"

"Three days ago."

"And he hasn't called?" He yells in disbelief into the phone.

"I'm sure he's just busy... he'll call," you console yourself with the last of optimism left in you.

"No. Even if he calls, don't answer!" He warns you and you can hear her heavy breathing through the phone line.

"At least, makes him wait for a day!"

"I don't know... I'll just..." you stare at the ceiling as you lay on your couch, while your brother keeps on blabbering through the phone while you start spacing out like you always do.

"Hey, are you still there?" Your brother shouts through the phone.

You snap yourself out of your head, "I'm going to bed," you tell him and end the phone call.

You continue to space out until you slowly drift into sleep, the sound of your neighbor's early morning routine of watering her plants on the balcony wakes you up.

Still sleepy, you drag yourself to your bedroom and before going back to sleep, you check the time on your phone.

Through your squinted eyes, you see that it's only 4.50 in the morning and there are two missed calls.

You shot up on the bed and see the timestamps, he called a few minutes after you fell asleep on the couch.

You badly want to hit call back immediately but he would still be sleeping right? Who wakes up this early? Only your hippie neighbor does.

You ended up not going back to sleep and used the time to contemplate the proper time for you to call back. Should you do what your brother said? Make him wait as he did to you?

You decide to make him wait for as long as you can hold yourself back from hitting the call button.

You busy yourself with work and doing the ones that still have a week left before the deadline. You put your phone away from you, out of your reach, out of your sight.

You give up when the clock strikes 2 pm and curse at the void, "screw with this waiting game!"

You hit the call button on his number and your heart race for every ring it takes for him to pick up the call.

On the fifth ring, you decide to turn it off and try calling again.

Then it clicks, "hello?"

The deep voice sparks the excitement in you but at the same time, you get nervous you start pacing the kitchen.

"Uhm... hi! I see that you called last night?"

"Yes, I did but then I figured you must be sleeping already," he answers.

"Yes, I was—" you got choked by your saliva from talking too enthusiastically.

You calm yourself down by taking a long breath and try again, "I was wondering why you called," you meekly say.

He sounds so calm, unlike you. You can even hear his smile even though you're sure you're only imagining it in your head.

"Do you have time this weekend?" He asks.

"Yes," you answer too quickly and swear, you can feel your brother's glare at you for doing that.

"Let's meet at the coffee shop near your apartment at 5?"

You nod and realize that he can't see it, you need to provide a verbal answer on a phone call.

"Yes, I can do that."

He lowly laughs, he probably can hear the thump of your heart and the excitement in your voice.

"I'll see you then," he says.

"See you."

A moment passes in silence but none of you are willing to hang up. Strangely, you feel comfortable sharing the silence with him.

"I'm happy that you call me back," he suddenly mutters.

You can see your wide smile on the reflection on the toaster, "me too."

He laughs again and lets out this delightful sigh that means so much more than just that.

"I have to go back to practice," he says.

"Sure, please, go ahead."

"Bye."

"Bye," you end the phone call and let out a long sigh of relief. You start running around the house while screaming at the top of your lungs, your neighbor probably going to check on you soon but you feel the need to let it out.

The euphoric feelings last for a few minutes until the anxiety kicks in.

You've never been on a date for years and you hate to admit that your brother is right. You check your closet, it's all sweatpants and oversized t-shirts. There's nothing you can wear for a date without looking like you're going for a job interview.

The weekend is only two days away and again, the only one who can save you from this dire situation is your brother.

"Let's go shopping," you say the second she picks up the phone.

"I swear if we're going to spend hours just to get the proper pen, I'll sue!" He answers with the recollection of the last time you went shopping together.

"It's for a date," you tell him before he could complain further.

You hear his silent triumphant smile, "it's about damn time."

Felix has two tickets for a musical play.

He doesn't know whether you'll like it or not, it would be his first time and he wants to experience this with you.

Calls him sentimental, but he wants to remember the first time he watched a musical play, it was with you.

He keeps fixing his hair because they're tousled today, he tried styling it and the best he did with it is flattening the sticking hair.

He comes to the coffee shop a little early and orders an iced chocolate drink because coffee only makes him even more nervous.

It's not the first time he's going on a date yet he feels excessively groggy, a dance audition didn't make his legs bounce this fast under the table.

He should stop doing that, so he starts tapping the table with his fingers.

"I'm sorry, I'm late," A voice says.

Felix turns his head to find you walking toward the table, clutching the strap of your purse on one shoulder and the other holding the hem of your dress from riding up your legs as you sit across him.

He was too nervous to see that you'd entered the coffee shop.

Now that he sees you in a white dress and your hair is prettily decorated with pins, he gets more nervous but in a good way. The sky is grey today but that smile of yours instantly brightens his day.

"Have you been waiting long?" You ask.

He's still in trance and it continues for a whole good minute, he screws his eyes shut, restarting his brain to go back to its normal state.

"No, I just got here," he answers.

You softly smile and put your purse on the seat next to you, ignoring the fact that you can see that he's lying from his half-drained glass, the ice cubes have melted and formed a different layer on top of the drink.

"Do you want to order something? I'll get it—"

"No, it's fine. I had one too many cups of tea already," you refused the offer with a smile.

Felix wipes his palms on his jeans and licks his lips, the tickets inside the pocket of his shirt searing his skin the longer he stalls on asking you.

"Do you..."

"Yes?" You respond already before he can even continue his question.

He laughs and that helps to relax him, "I have tickets to see a musical play," he says.

He moves his hands and rests them on the table, they are only inches away from yours, and he resists the urge to hold them.

He focuses on the task at hand and tries again, "Do you like it? Do you want to go?"

You look at him in silence and smile, "sure, I'd love to."

Felix let out a gasp, fortunately, a low one that passes your hearing. He looks down to hide his triumphant smile and hurriedly clears his throat.

"The play is at 8 so we still have time," he tries to sound calm but failed to hide his excitement.

"Oh, I can't wait. I never watched a play before," you say with a sheepish smile.

"Me too!" He eagerly responds.

He closes his eyes for a second, wishing he could erase the five seconds earlier from existence.

He thinks of something else to talk about, "should we grab a dinner first or...?"

You open your mouth to answer but the sound of your phone ringing got ahead of you, "I'm sorry," you mutter before taking it out of your purse.

"Hello?"

Felix watches the shape you take as you sit sideways on your chair and he can see every curve of your facial features, of your nose, lips, and chin.

There's no other to describe the way he looks at you, Felix is smitten.

"Oh, no!" You shot up from your chair and dash towards the door.

You walk away without saying anything, leaving him flabbergasted and frozen in his seat.

This is not right, he says in his head. His eyes darted to the purse you forget to take with you.

He picks up your purse from the chair and chases after you, you're at the end of the block already. He's not wearing shoes that are suitable for running but that doesn't stop him from chasing you.

You've been resisting the urge to put your hands on your lap and clasped them together, clicking your thumbs together because that's what you do whenever you're nervous.

Unlike you, Felix seems calm but sounds so excited and eager, like a newly adopted puppy which is adorable.

You're about to suggest him to check out an art exhibition and a little walk from there, there's a nice restaurant that serves Japanese food.

The phone rings and it shatters your focus, "I'm sorry," you quickly apologize for the interruption.

"Hello?"

"It's your neighbor."

"Yes, I see that you're calling, Mrs. Kim," you calmly respond.

"I know you're not at home," she speaks so slowly but remembering that she's as old as your mother, you should give her a pass.

"I just want to let you know Percy came to my balcony again," she informs.

You opened the window this morning to air-dry dozens of cards you finished writing since you couldn't possibly be going on a date with the thought of abandoning your job.

You did the job but you didn't close the window afterward and it's a horrifying thing to remember what happened the last time you forgot to do that.

"Oh, no!"

Without thinking, you scramble out of the door and blabber into the phone, "I'm only one block away, I'll come and get him!"

You run as fast as you can to your apartment building, punching the code to the entrance gate too fast that you push the wrong number.

You take a deep breath before trying to enter the code again, when it beeps open, you push through and continue running inside.

You hear someone running behind you too and you stop at the base of the stairs.

"Hey, you left your purse!" Felix says.

You only realized it now that you're only taking your phone with you, "Oh my God, I am so sorry," you quickly apologize.

He hands you the purse while panting, "is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just need to get to my floor—" you don't finish your words but sling your purse across your shoulder and start taking the stairs instead of the elevator.

You impatiently knock on Mrs. Kim's door and don't stop knocking until she opens the door.

"Mrs. Kim, I am sorry. I'm so stupid, I left the window open again," you sincerely regretted forgetting to do such a simple thing.

"It's alright, dear," she assures you with her hand on your shoulder.

"Did he breaks anything again?"

"It's alright," she keeps saying that and it only convinces you that something bad occurred.

"I'll pay for the damage, Mrs. Kim, I'll—"

"It's okay, I just need to re-potting them," she holds her hands up to assure you everything is alright on her end.

"Wait here, I'll get him for you," she heads back inside.

You turn to see Felix and exchange a nervous glance with him, he's looking so confused, probably thinking how did he end up here?

Mrs. Kim returns while carrying Percy in her arms and you hurriedly offer your arms to take it from her, "I am way scared knowing that he crossed the ledge," she says as he hands him to you.

"Mrs. Kim, I'm terribly sorry," you say again and you feel like it's not enough to make up for what your cat did. That he ruined her herb plants like he did last time.

She softly smiles, "it's okay and you'd better get him home, he needs a bath," she says.

The soil must be wet from the light rain and that explains the patches of dried mud on his fur.

"Thank you for keeping him," you say for the last time.

"No worries and I'm sorry for disrupting your date," she adds while keeping her door open.

Typical old people, they're nosy but you know that she said it with good intentions. You decide not to put too much thought into what she said, you are indeed on a date, or was half an hour ago.

"Thank you once again, Mrs. Kim," you say before leaving and going inside your apartment.

The window is open and you rush inside to close it, you don't think twice but put your cat in the sink, preparing him for a bath.

"Percy! I swear if you do this one more time, I'll give you to my brother," you scold the feline who curls on the bottom of the sink, knowing what will happen to him.

When you turn around, you see Felix standing in the middle of the room looking so lost. You feel bad for him, you ruin the date and now he's forced to watch you scolding your cat.

The apology can wait, you pull a chair from the dining table, "Please, sit. I'll get you something to drink."

You take a pitcher of juice and pour a glass for him, he must be thirsty from chasing you from the coffee shop to the apartment building.

"I'm sorry for everything," you say as you place the glass of juice in front of him.

"For the date, for making you run after me, for getting you here," you list everything that perhaps caused the inconveniences for him.

"I think you apologized enough for today," he says with a smile and sips his drink carefully.

Percy's mewl shifts your attention back to him, you start to prepare things for his bath, rolling the sleeves of your dress up your elbow.

You turn around to face Felix, then say, "I'll clean him up real quick."

He gets up from his chair and approaches you, "Can I help?"

Percy is nice to you and Mrs. Kim but when it comes to your brother, he turns hostile. You kind of guessed he's not good toward male which doubts you if it's a good idea to let Felix helps you bathe him.

"I'm not sure if that's..." your words trailing off as you watch Felix softly scratches the back of Percy's ear and he purrs with eyes closed.

"Yeah, I would love the help," you change your mind about it and let him help you.

Unlike any other cat, Percy enjoys being in the water and he likes taking a bath. You assume he intentionally did this mischief just so he can get this indulgence from you.

"What did exactly he does to your neighbor?" Felix asks as he holds Percy's head while you lather his body with soap.

"My neighbor plants all sorts of herbs on her balcony and Percy escaped through that window I accidentally left open, he knocked all of her potted plants and probably played with the soil too," you explained.

"And this happened before?"

"Yep."

"Bad Percy!" He scolds him while giving Percy gentle pats on the head and he mewls in response.

It never crossed your head, even in your silliest of imagination that you would bathe your cat with a guy and not just a guy, a gorgeous guy that looks like a character out of a fantasy book.

Is it too soon to say that you like him? To say that you have a crush on him is an understatement. You are completely whipped.

After wrapping Percy with a towel, you put him on top of the kitchen counter. You bring your hair dryer from your bathroom to dry Percy.

Felix takes it from you after you plugged it in, "I'll do it," he says.

"So you can change your clothes," he adds before you can protest.

You look down at the front of your dress, dirty from Percy's paws and the soil he carries with him. Good, you're not only ruining the date but looking so horrible doing it.

"I'll be back," you excuse yourself to your bedroom.

You almost let out a shriek once you see your reflection in the mirror, your dress is ruined and your hair is messy, a few stray hairs stuck to your sweaty forehead.

The clothes are off but you got yourself a new crisis.

"The guy is in my apartment!" You announce the second you heard your brother picks up the phone.

"How?" He asks with a dramatic sigh that could earn him a role in a soap opera.

You're not ready to tell him the reason why Felix ended up in your apartment, so you hurriedly ask him the question you've dying to ask, "Is it okay if I'm wearing sweatpants?"

From the way he heavily sighs into the phone, you got the answer already.

Felix is more of a dog person.

However, he likes animals in general, that includes cats.

That should be the least of his worries, earlier, he thought Percy is the name of your boyfriend.

He's glad that it's the name of your pet cat and he's snuggling up to him once Felix has done drying him. Percy is an adorable calico cat and a chatty one. He keeps meowing at him, probably asking for treats.

You've been in your room for quite some time and it's impolite to look through your kitchen cabinets to find the cat food.

He'll give you a few more minutes, then he'll knock on your door to ask where you keep it.

The noise Percy makes seems to call you out of your room and you have changed your clothes into blue jeans and a white blouse.

Even though what you're wearing is something simple, you're stunning still.

"I hear you. I hear you, Percy!" You shout back at the feline that doesn't stop meowing at you.

Felix chuckles witnessing this strange yet adorable interaction, it's making him miss having a pet of his own.

You reach the top cabinet to grab a box of cat treats and Felix's eyes catch the exposed skin of your stomach when you did that.

He looks away immediately and clears his throat.

Percy starts spinning on the kitchen counter at the sight of the treats you're bringing to him, "he always does that to get more treats from me," you share with Felix.

"Do you want to feed him?"

"Sure!"

You pour a handful of treats into his open palm and he puts it in front of Percy. He doesn't waste time gobbling on it.

"Good boy!" Felix coos while brushing the top of his head.

"I think he likes you," you say while putting the carton back in the top cabinet.

"You think so?"

You nod and lean against the kitchen counter, "he's usually hostile towards men."

Felix smiles upon hearing that. To have your pet rooting for him that's something, that's a win. It assures him that he's on the right track.

It starts raining outside and Felix checks the time to see that it's almost dinner time already.

"Should we order something? For dinner?" You ask as if you read his mind.

"Good idea!" He responds.

You pick up the phone and start looking at the restaurant fliers stuck on the door of the fridge, "what should we be having?"

Then you turn at him in one swift move as if something just flashed right through your head, "Oh my God, the musical play!"

It's what he has been anticipating to do with you but now that he's in your apartment and playing with your pet, he likes where he is, he belongs at this moment.

"We can always go next time," he says, wishing for a hopeful turns out even though the night is still young.

Percy is sitting on the armrest of the sofa while the two of you having dinner on the carpeted floor with the sound of the rain filling the silence.

In this nice setting, Felix uses it to explain one thing. He drinks his water and licks his lips before speaking, "I'm late to apologize to you," he begins.

You put down your chopstick to listen to him talking, "for what?"

"That I didn't call you right away," he answers.

"Well, you called and you're here now," you simply resolved.

"Still, I owe you an explanation," he says while looking right into your eyes.

"I was out of town to perform at a festival. I got busy practicing and I don't think it would be wise to call you late at night," he speaks in a calm manner and apologetic eyes.

You stare at him for a few seconds and your eyes are so hypnotic he can't stop looking into them.

"I appreciate you for telling and I accept your apology," you say with a smile.

This moment is tender and so is the gaze you're giving him, he feels wrapped in an invisible cloak of warmth and comfort.

He wants to be in this moment forever.

Your phone rings with a reminder to give Percy his medicine.

You've done it a handful of times so it's not much of a hassle for you. It doesn't even take you a minute, you give him gentle scratches before letting him roam around the room to play by himself.

You return to the living room to see Felix looking at your desk, probably reading the cards you're working on.

He seems to be reading the defect one you keep in a separate tray.

He sees you watching him yet he remains calm, he proceeds to read the one he's reading.

"You also write letters for people?" He asks.

You shake your head, "No, I only do it for my grandparents. They used to exchange love letters when they were young."

You stand next to him to show him one of the old love letters you used as an example and that you have for safekeeping.

"Every anniversary, I write a love letter for my grandmother on behalf of my grandfather. His hands are too shaky to write letters now," you further explain.

Felix nods as he gazes in awe at how old the letter is and that the envelope itself is torn at the seams.

"Do you mind if I read this one?" he says, pointing to the one he read a while ago.

"Not at all. Please!" You allow him and lean against the desk facing him.

He takes the paper and starts to read it out loud.

"My tenderness, my happiness, what words can I write for you? Despite the hundreds of letters I've penned you, I still don't know how to tell you how I love, how I desire you. Such agitation—and such divine peace: melting clouds immersed in sunshine—mounds of happiness.

And I am floating with you, in you, aflame and melting—and whole life with you is like the movement of clouds, their airy, quiet falls, their lightness and smoothness, and the heavenly variety of outline and tint—my inexplicable love. I can't explain these cirrus-cumulus sensations."

Felix finishes reading with a delightful sigh and his eyes are back on you again, "it's so beautiful," he says with a mix of awe and slight shock.

You softly chuckle in response. If only you can tell him the way he reads it makes it more beautiful.

"I'll like it more if I know what cirrus cumulus is," he playfully remarks.

You chuckle again, "they are types of clouds," you answer his curiosity.

"Ah!"

"My grandfather was a mariner."

"Wow, you're so smart!" He sincerely compliments you from the way he said it full of awe.

"Why? You feel intimidated?" You joke.

"A lot!" He shortly replies.

"Someone shouldn't have this many charms, you know?"

He's indirectly praising you and it's safe to say he's flirting with you, you can feel your cheeks heating, flustered.

You turn your back to him to put the old letter back into your drawer and say, "it's a pity that people don't write love letters anymore."

Felix nods in agreement, "yeah, receiving a love letter through an email is kind of... corny?"

The moment your eyes landed on each other's again, you both burst into laughs at the thought of it.

You used to think that the space is already full with only you and Percy, turns out, having Felix in here makes you realize that you still have a lot of space to fill.

It's getting late and the rain has stopped pouring.

Percy is sleeping on his sleeping mat in the corner of the room, curling into a ball, creating a cute swirl of orange, black, and white on his fur coat.

"The taxi will arrive in a few minutes," you inform him after ordering a ride home for him through the phone.

"Thanks," Felix replies.

He gets a little sad that the night is about to end and that he has to part with you soon. He consoles himself with the excitement that he'll meet you again soon.

Which reminds him of something, he approaches as you return from turning off the light on your desk.

"Are you busy next Friday?" He asks. He wanted to look anywhere but your eyes, knowing that they'll only make him nervous.

Somehow your eyes always succeed in attracting him to look.

"Next Friday?" you ask back for confirmation.

Felix is aware of the proximity, you stand mere inches away from his, and he can easily take your hands if he wants to.

He puts his hands behind him to resist the urge, "My school is having this dance ball and everyone is given a plus-one ticket," he explains.

He nervously wipes his palms on the back of his jeans, "I can't think of anyone to come to this ball with but you," he finishes.

He let out a low, shaky breath. You don't seem to be excited or opposed to the idea. You look rather confused like you don't know what to do with his invitation.

"I don't dance," you stutter.

"We don't have to dance or anything. I want you to come," he quickly adds, hoping that you wouldn't feel burdened with the request.

"I want you to come with me," he says again, almost desperately.

"I don't know," you vaguely answer, "I have to check my schedule first for that."

Felix repeatedly nods and it's better than you flatly rejecting him on the spot.

"You don't have to answer now. Take as much time as you can," he assures you.

You nod and the sound of your phone ringing startles you, "I guess it's the taxi," you say.

No shit, parting is such a sweet sorrow.

He takes a long look at you as you linger by the doorway, waving your hand at him, "thank you for today!"

"No, thank you for today!" He says back with a gentle smile.

You flash him a smile before closing the door and the only good thing about parting is knowing that the moment you meet again, it'll be so, so sweet.

You don't have to wait for the knocking, you recognize your brother's footsteps and he's right outside your door.

"Oh, the thing I do for you," he's complaining already with his jacket damp from walking under the rain.

Percy senses that his least favorite person just entered his territory and he starts hissing at him.

Your brother glares at him, "do you think I want this too?"

Percy growls at him and he never did that to anyone but your brother.

Your brother decides to ignore him and hugs you, "Don't worry, we'll be fine!"

His expression turns sour when he notices that you're still in your sweatpants and worn-out t-shirt.

"Why aren't you dressed yet?"

You frown and meekly say, "I don't think I can go."

"What are you talking about?" He asks in disbelief. His eyes widen and are about to pop out of their sockets.

You hug yourself feeling so incredibly small in front of him, not only because he has a bigger body frame than you but because he's the only one who is capable to make you openly vulnerable to him.

"I can't. I'll only embarrass myself," you sadly say.

You can see that he's disappointed in you but refrains from telling you.

He rests one hand against the dining table and says, "okay then I'll just go back home."

You immediately grab his hand, not letting him go, "no, don't go!"

He goes to grab the jacket he hung a minute ago, "I'm here to make sure your cat takes his medicine on time while you're out to have fun at the dance ball," he says.

"But since you decided not to go then you don't need me anymore," he finishes with a sinister smile.

He's not just disappointed at you, he's mad and he's the type to give you the silent treatment and when that happens, it's all very frustrating for you.

You grab his hand again to stop him from taking his jacket, "I'm so scared," you blurt out.

He turns to look at you to give you a chance to explain yourself.

It's not easy for you to talk about your feelings and your hands start to shake, "I like him so much and I'm so scared that I'll ruin it,"

"I think that it's better if I didn't go," your voice is quivering at the end of the sentence.

Your brother put your hand away from his wrist and holds it, "come here!"

He pulls you into a hug and stays like that for a good minute, it's comforting and safe, he's truly someone you can rely on.

"You like him that much, mmh?" He asks as he's gently patting your back.

You nod with your eyes closed to prevent yourself from crying.

"More than you like me?"

"No," you strongly deny.

He laughs and brushes your hair endearingly, his chest heaving as he draws a deep breath which makes you unconsciously follow suit.

"If you didn't go then how would he know that you like him?"

He pulls away just enough to put a space between your bodies and looks at your face, "do you think this chance will come again?"

That makes you think very hard and clearly about every possible scenario of how things would turn out but each time you only focus on the negative outcomes.

It does not always have to be that way, there's a fifty percent chance that things may go your way and that's not a bad deal.

"Are you sure you're not going to regret it?"

You don't have to think long to know the answer and you think your brother knows it too.

You hate to admit that your brother is right and he's always damn right.

"We all do embarrassing things, not just you. We all do and that's okay, that's something to laugh about in the future," he squeezes your shoulder to make sure his words seep into you.

You look at the time and you only have fifteen minutes until the dance ball starts while you have so many things to do beforehand. Dress, hair, make-up... you wouldn't make it on time.

You're dreading it all over again.

"Even if I go, I don't have much time left," you weakly tell him.

Your brother lets out his dramatic sigh then he shakes your shoulders to wake your whole body.

"It doesn't matter whether you'll be late or not," he tells you then ruffles your hair into a mess.

"What matters is you come!!!"

He turns your around and steers you to your bedroom, "Go get ready, I'll help you with the rest!"

Felix has been waiting outside.

He's waiting by the entrance of the ballroom and all of his friends are already inside, dancing with their partners and probably on their fifth glass of champagne already.

He checks his phone but there's no message, no missed calls, nothing from you. It's only making him more groggy that he starts pacing back and forth.

An hour has passed and he starts to doubt you'll be coming, he sits on the steps that lead to the ballroom, loosening his tie a little.

A few of his friends are also outside smoking and silently pitying him for being ditched by his date.

Still, Felix doesn't want to think ill of you. He tries to think positively, that maybe you have a more important thing to do or that you're unable to go.

And maybe, just maybe, you simply don't want to come and that's okay.

He takes his phone out of the inner pocket of his suit jacket and composes a new text message.

He thinks it over on what to say to you, to let you know that he's alright if you choose not to come and there's always a next time.

Next time is better than nothing at all.

He's about to press send when he sees someone walking up the steps toward him.

You're lifting the hem of your dress to make it easy for you to walk and the heels you're wearing clicking against the floor. He knows you're struggling with what you're wearing but the smile on your face tells him that doesn't matter to you.

And that's so attractive to him. He's glad that some of his peers get to witness this.

He rushes to help you walk up the rest of the steps by offering his hand which you eagerly take, you almost stumble at one point but he's quick to steady you.

Instead of feeling embarrassed, you laugh it off and say, "I'm sorry I'm late."

You're here with him now and that's enough.

He should have said it out loud and let you know that, except that his brain started to malfunction. He stops walking at the end of the steps to take a good look at you, to take everything in.

You're wearing a dress in a terracotta color and your hair is down, a smile doesn't wear off your face as you look back at him.

"You're so beautiful," he praises and that's the only truth.

"Thank you and you too," you praise back.

"Well except..." your hand reaches for his tie and goes to fix it, "now you're ready!"

He can feel his heart expands twice its size and beating so fast, he also can hear its beating in his ears.

He shouldn't waste more time, he offers his arm for you and you loop your hand around his arm, letting him sweep you off your feet on the dancefloor.

It's hard to look into his eyes and not to feel a thing.

His hands are on your waist and yours are on his shoulders, your body moves so awkwardly but Felix patiently guides you, swaying to the slow rhythm of the music.

"You said you don't know how to dance," he says with an impressed smile.

"I do," you assure him.

"This is not bad at all," he comments.

"That's because my brother gave me a short lesson," you shyly admit.

You know for certain that Felix isn't going to make fun of anything you said, he's too good to stoop that low. Therefore you don't have to worry about telling him things like this.

"Your brother is a dancer?"

You shake your head, "he's a rugby player."

A confusing look masked Felix's face and you understand why. No one gets it but your brother is one of a kind and you're very proud to have him in your life.

"Let's say, he's good at so many things," you simply resolve.

"Ah..." Felix responds with a nod of agreement.

The night feels so young, so hopeful, so magical and it feels like a dream to you. However, the next thing you know it's the last dance for the night.

You blame it on the fact that you came here so late but everyone else already got tired and there are only a few couples left on the dance floor.

"May I have the last dance?" Felix asks with one knee bent and a hand at you.

You put the champagne flute and put your hand on him, "yes, please."

He takes you with him back to the dance floor and you both stand facing each other, waiting for the music to start to play.

Felix places one hand on your waist and the other on your hand, once the music starts playing, you both start dancing.

You're following the instructions he gave you earlier, you only need to trust him and follow him.

And you're doing exactly those two things.

Goodness, Felix looks so stunning in his black suit and his slicked-back hair. His freckles, his smile, his kind eyes, just everything about him complement each other so well.

He's just so perfect and it makes you wonder if you deserve to be in this place, to have this dance with him.

You make a wrong step and you end up tripping over his foot, again, Felix catches your right on time.

"Are you okay?" He asks as he steady you.

You keep in mind that it's okay, embarrassing things like this are something to laugh about in the future.

"I'm okay," you assure him.

"Should we stop?"

You shake your head, "it's the last dance so..." you shrug and put your hands back on his shoulders.

"Okay," Felix also put his hands back on your waist and starts guiding you to sway, moving around the dance floor.

This is what you'll be missed if you didn't come and God, aren't you glad to come?

When you think about it, everything that has happened with Felix, how you met in a random place, how you met again for the second time in another random place, the failed date, and now, this.

The rose he gave you might have withered and died but not with your feelings as you feel them blooming into something you don't know what it is yet.

This chance will never come again nor is a person like him.

You put your hands around his neck and close the gap between your bodies, you feel his body stiffens against you, perhaps he gets a little surprised by the proximity.

A while later, you find his hand wrapped around your waist as he gently rests the side of his face against you, cheek to cheek.

You feel his warm breath a second before he speaks into your ear, "Thank you for coming!"

But you know those words mean more than just that.

All things come to an end, even the good things.

His heart gets heavier the closer his car gets to your apartment building, somehow it feels worse than waiting for you to come.

To conclude, he's better at waiting than letting you go.

He gets out of the car once he parked it to walk to the entrance of your apartment building, stopping just right by the elevator.

"I had fun tonight," you say to him while clutching your purse in front of you.

"Me too," he says back with a sheepish smile.

The empty lobby amplifies the feeling that tonight only belongs to you and him, which makes him reluctant to end the night with a goodbye.

He doesn't want it to end, he wants it to last forever.

The elevator chimes as it arrives and again, Felix finds himself in a situation that needed him to act in a such short amount of time.

One look into your eyes and he knows he wants to lose himself in them.

He catches your hand and takes a step closer, "Can I—" he aborts his plan to ask first and just go ahead with his guts.

Slowly, he presses a kiss on your lips and places his hand on your jaw, holding you still as he kisses you.

He lets the kiss lasts for a moment before letting it go.

Your eyes are still closed and the sight of your wet lips entices him to kiss you again.

He doesn't have it in him to resist the temptation, he places his lips on you again and you return the kiss this time, opening your mouth for him.

He's more than eager to deepen the kiss, tasting more of you.

This time, you pull away but keep your forehead presses against his, foolishly smiling at each other at how those kisses felt. Which are not less than what they're supposed to be, of something right, of something fated.

And when he least expected it, you come up with the question he wanted to ask.

You slide your hands up to his neck and clung to him, "do you want to go upstairs?"

Felix is standing behind you as you unlock the door.

Without having to look, you can feel his eyes on you, and the body heat he's emitting, makes you guess how close he is.

You hold the urge and push the door open, "come in!"

Felix steps into your apartment and his eyes widen in surprise, you got curious at what he's seeing.

It's your brother and he's sleeping on your sofa, "I don't know that he's—"

You stop explaining and come to your brother's side, gently shaking his body to wake him up while muttering curses under your breath.

"Wake up! It's late!" You say through your gritted teeth.

You accidentally slap his cheek a little too hard but it works to wake him up, he fumbles to get up from the sofa. He looks around, disoriented.

"Why are you still here?"

"I fell asleep," your brother answers them yawning.

"Can you please go now?" You plead while keeping it low to not let Felix hear the conversation.

"Okay, I'll call for a taxi home," he slurs as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

"I mean now. Right now!" You insist.

Using your eyes, you gesture to Felix standing in the middle of the room watching you talk to your brother.

"Oh shit, is this the bus guy?" He asks in surprise.

Your brother shakes his head to summon his senses back into his head, "I mean, you're the dancer."

Felix awkwardly waves at him and politely smiles, "hi!"

"Don't worry, I'm just her gay brother," your brother adds.

You wince again and wish that you can disappear or someone removed him from this scene.

But since Felix already sees everything, you decide to properly introduce your brother to him.

"This is my brother," you tell him and awkwardly stand there between them.

Felix is the one who comes up and offers his hand to your brother for a handshake, "Hello, I'm Felix."

Your brother nods with a cryptic smile plastered on his face, he looks inexplicably masculine with his hand gripping Felix's lithe hand.

He gives Felix a long assessing look, it's just this thing he does to anyone who gets close to you. It's a brother thing.

"I play rugby, you know," he suddenly says and no one asks him anything about his job.

Felix nods, "yes, I've been told you are a rugby player."

Your brother nods again and gives him an approving smile, then finally, he lets go of the handshake. You see Felix's hand turns pale and you glare at your brother.

"Do you mind if I use the bathroom?" Felix asks.

"Not at all!" You answer and it's better like this, you're not going to let him be around your brother for too long.

"You're taking him here!" Your brother the second Felix closes the door of the bathroom.

You ignore him and grab his jacket, you hand it to him so he can put it on.

"You know what that means, right?" He slips his muscular arms into the sleeves of his jacket, "you're going to have sex with him!"

You groan at him and get him up from the sofa with all of your strength, "can you say that any louder?"

He gets up on his own and you push him in the direction of the door, "do you know what you're supposed to do, right?"

"Shush it!" You remind him that Felix can hear all of this.

He abruptly stops to look at you, "you have condoms?"

"Please, just go!" You desperately beg.

Your brother gets it, he lets out a sigh and then goes to give you a quick hug, "call me if anything happened or has not happened," he jokes.

You scoff and open the door for him, waving your hand at him until he enters the elevator.

"Where's your brother?" Felix asks once he returns from the bathroom.

"He left," you answer.

"I didn't get to say bye to him," he sadly says which is very cute of him that he worries about making a good impression on your brother.

And now that it's only the two of you in the apartment, apart from Percy who's snoring on his pillow, the tension is back and it doubles with every passing second.

The sight of your bedroom is tempting but you're not ready for that yet.

You think of something to keep things going and not to kill the buzz.

"Wine?"

It's the wine.

Felix believes that's the reason why he's telling you all of these things about himself, from the food he likes to the student who silently hates him.

He can see that you intently listen to him, asking everything that intrigues you, reacting to his jokes, and laughing along with him.

It's rare to find someone he wants to spend all night just talking to.

The bottle of wine is almost empty and the night is getting late, Percy's snoring is getting louder as well.

"I already expected that your brother would be so big because you mentioned he's a rugby player," He says then take the last sip of his wine.

"But I didn't know he would be that big," he emphasizes the word to describe your brother's enormous presence.

You laugh in response while tucking your hair behind your ear.

"He's hunky, I like it," Felix adds.

"Oh? You like him?" You ask with a slick smile and an eyebrow raised.

He puts his wine glass away to not risk him dropping it as he laughs.

"I'll let him know," you joke back.

The two of you are sitting on the sofa with a space in between and maybe it's you that keeps luring him in or maybe it's him seeking your warmth, wanting to stay close to you.

He realizes that the gap is closing as his knee bumps yours and in this proximity, he can feel that his brain is about to short-circuit.

He quickly thinks of something witty to say before everything that comes out of his mouth is pure idiocy.

"You can also tell him that I like his sister more," he doesn't mean to blurt it out like that but it happens because he's on the verge of imploding. Also, he wants you to know that.

It takes you a second to get what he said and you look down at your lap, flustered.

That's just so cute to him.

He reaches for your face and put his hand under your chin, he tilts your head to meet his gaze. Slowly, he leans in and you lean in as well, making the gap between your bodies turns nonexistent.

"I like you too," you say back to him with a smile.

There's no perfect way to capture this moment than with a kiss, a kiss that conveys how happy he is to know that you reciprocate his feeling.

He wraps his hand around you and you scoot closer to him like two opposites of magnet that attract one another.

A smile lingers on your face with your eyes still closed after you pull away, "want to know something?"

He puts his other arm around your shoulders and lets you rest your head on it, "yes."

"I almost didn't come to the dance ball tonight," you confess and the eyes you're giving him right now tell him that you're being honest.

He grabs your free hand and interlaced his fingers with yours, "why?"

"Being in a new place, in a crowd, they're not my specialties," you tell him with a grimace.

"And I don't like going out. I like staying at home."

Felix nods and brings your hand close to his mouth so he can kiss your knuckle, "is that why you were late?"

You nod.

"What makes you decide to come?"

"My brother," you shortly replied.

Felix nods again and softly sigh, "well, that makes me like him more," he playfully remarks.

"Oh?" You exclaim in a slight shock and your fingers are closing around his.

He gives you a long peck on the lips as a token of gratitude for being willing to come and try new things with him.

He appreciates the effort so much and that only makes him fall deeper into you. There's no escape at this point.

He's in love, through and through.

Percy likes to come to your bedroom and climbs into your bed, he'll try to wake you up in the morning.

To prevent that, you carefully close the door of your bedroom and try not to make any sound in the process.

When the knob clicks in place, you sigh in relief and turn to face Felix, who's looking nervous but looking so cool doing it.

"You have a nice room," he stutters, a hand scratching the back of his head.

"Thank you," you mutter.

Indeed, you haven't had a man coming to your place and staying the night over, it feels like the first time all over again. Now you're older and hopefully wiser, you know it's going to be different this time around.

For a start, you know that you like Felix and you fully consent to what is about to happen in your bedroom, sexually or not.

Felix's presence in your room doesn't make you feel that he's invading your space in a way that most people do.

It's just as if he belongs here, close to you.

"Can you help me take off my dress?" You ask.

You see his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat and you take it that he doesn't expect that request comes from you, "sure."

The dress has been weighing you all night, you didn't feel bothered by it earlier because of the adrenaline rush and you were having such a great time with Felix to focus on the inconvenience.

Hours passed and now you can feel your shoulders sagging because of it.

You turn around as he walks up to you then put your hair to one side to show him the zipper of the dress.

The sound of the zipper being parted open against the quiet of your room intensifies the tension in the room.

When you thought it was done once the zipper reached its end but no, Felix softly caresses the exposed skin with just the tip of his fingers, light and featherlike, a kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering inside you.

You turn your head to look at him but his lips welcomed you instead, you spin your body around to face him, and have your lips locked with him again.

Felix parted the dress open and let it falls onto the floor, pooling around your ankle while you impatiently unbutton his shirt without looking.

All clothes are off the moment you both hit the bed and he hovers above you, kissing you wherever he can land his plush lips on.

Felix's hand goes down to touch your heating core and it feels hot the moment they make contact.

It gives you the idea to do the same for him, you slide your hand down to his abdomen and keep going south until your hand meets his semi-hard cock.

Gently, you wrap your hand around it and stroke it, up and down, up and down.

You both sense that none of you want to waste time anymore, you kiss him before telling him where you keep the condom.

"It's inside the drawer," you pointed to the small drawer next to the bed.

Felix takes it in a matter of seconds, he unwraps the foil wrapper with his hand and securely rolls it down his length. He smiles as he crawls over to you, kissing you again before positioning himself between your legs.

You spread your legs wider for him and did it without thinking or else you wouldn't do it at all.

Felix rubs his hands up and down your thighs, once in a while, he teases your clit by circling it with his thumb.

The breathing exercise you usually do whenever you're anxious can't help you in this type of situation, but you remind yourself that it's just excitement, lust, desire, everything mixed into one.

You moan as he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock, he smears your essence all over then finally pushes into you.

A loud moan rips out of you.

Felix abruptly stops moving, he gently rubs your thighs again.

"Are you okay?" He softly asks.

You believe it's just nerve and try to relax by taking a few deep breaths.

"I'm okay," you assure him.

With that being said, Felix pushes into you again and you moan in pain, "Oh my God!"

"Do I hurt you?" His voice is heavy with concern.

You shake your head. You don't know how to tell him about it but you know it'll be an embarrassing thing to say.

"It's just..."

"Mmh?" He props his hands on each side of you with his face merely inches away from yours, "It's okay, tell me."

You cover your eyes as if it would help you hide from him, "I think you're just too big for me," you meekly answers.

There's a moment of silence, he is probably at a loss for words to respond to you and you understand why.

A while later, he takes your hands from covering your face and makes you look at him, "should we stop?"

"No," you answer rather too quickly and that makes you sound eager.

You put your hand on his neck and say, "I just need to relax."

"Okay," he gives you a peck on the lips before he pulls out of you to lay by your side.

He pulls the duvet to cover both of your bodies and he puts his arm out to be your pillow.

"I'm sorry," you sadly say, it's the last thing you want to do which is ruining this moment.

He softly chuckles and kisses your nose, "this is nothing to be sorry about," he consoles you.

You put your hand across his muscular chest and look at him, "I'm nervous because I haven't done it in a long time," you openly share with him.

He has the right to know that it's not him, it's you.

"I know," he casually says.

You jerk your head back in surprise, "how?"

"I heard you and your brother talking before he left," he answers with a cheeky smile.

You wince in pain and embarrassment, he heard everybody your brother said to you about you not having sex for a long time.

You groan and slump in your pillow, you pull the duvet over your head to hide from him.

"That's so embarrassing..." you grumble and your voice is muffled.

Felix follows suit and hides under the cover with you, "found you!"

You giggle as he pulls your body close to him and touches you under the cover, sneaky and soft, it's romantic and arousing at once.

"I'm also nervous because I'm doing it with you," you tell him but you don't feel embarrassed to let him know this.

"Why? Am I intimidating?" He asks with a sly smile.

You shake your head no and bring your mouth close to his ear, "because you're so hot."

You don't know what got into you next because you find yourself gently biting his ear shell.

His face turns red and his cheeks blushed profusely, it seems like you've just discovered his sensitivity spot.

The little giggles you let out as he plants ticklish kisses on your neck are so adorable yet aroused him so much.

His cock is impossibly hard and swollen, that little taste he got when he entered you earlier keeps replaying in the back of his head.

Fuck, you feel so good, so tight and it was only the tip. He can't imagine what it would be like to be fully buried inside you, don't think he'll last long.

"Felix," you softly call him.

He drags his mouth back to your lips and gives you a quick peck, "yes?"

You hold his small face in your hands and say, "let's try again," you say.

He's more than eager to cater to you but he needs to make sure you're not pressured to do this. Consent always comes first to him.

He softly kisses your inner arm for a second, "are you sure? You don't have to do it, you know?"

You shake your head, "I want this," you pause to land a long kiss on his lips, "so very much."

And that's low-key the sexiest thing a girl can say to him.

Somehow the break you both took helps him relax too and reminds him to take his time, not to rush it.

Felix starts by kissing you down until his mouth lands on your cunt, he wants to properly prepare you this time. He knows what to do with his mouth and to relax you with it, by running his tongue down your slit repeatedly, making it slick with his spit.

And gently, he sucks your clit and teases it with the tip of his tongue.

You're moaning and it's getting hot under the cover you throw it to the side, exposing both of you to the cool night air.

"You like that?" He asks with his head between your legs.

"Yes," you immediately answer.

Your hands reach for his head and bring him to hover above you again, not hesitating to kiss his mouth smeared with your essence.

Now, that is the second sexiest thing you've done tonight.

Felix concludes everything too early, he forgets the night is still young and you're still waiting for him with your legs spread open once again.

His hand gently holds you by the waist as he enters you, slowly and carefully, he makes sure to not cause any discomfort to you.

He feels your hand holding him by the nape of his neck, "Good?"

You nod with a smile that reassures him you're alright.

That's when he allows himself to indulge in the pleasure of entering you, have his cock sheathed inside your warm, velvety walls.

Deep, low growls escaped his mouth at the sight of his cock fully disappearing inside you.

He looks at your face so still with your mouth parted open, whimpering in pleasure.

He crashes his mouth against you and you return it with the same eagerness.

"You feel so good," he murmurs the second he pulls away from the kiss.

You smile against his lips and put your hands around his neck, letting him deepen the kiss.

Felix never takes sex as just sex, as just a mere physical fulfillment. That's why he rarely have sex just for the sake of it, he only wants to have sex with people whom he wants to truly bond with to seek a deeper, meaningful relationship. Call him boring but that's just how it is for him.

And this, what he has with you makes him believe that you're the one he's been looking for.

Felix takes your hand and flips over your hand on the bed, he slips his hand into yours, it's perfect like he's meant to hold it. He gives your cheek the softest of caress as he looks into your eyes, "I know it's early to say this," he says.

Your hand curves under his arm with your fingers tenderly trailing his shoulder blade, "yeah?"

"I want to be with you," he confesses and his heart quivering, a mix of excitement and fear mixed into one in his chest.

Your gaze softens at the sudden confession, "you do?"

He nods then swipes his thumb over your lips, "I want to be with you. I want you to fill my days and nights. I want you to be a part of my life."

He gives your lips the lightest yet most loving kiss he could give you as his heart aches and it only proves to him that his feelings are real for you.

"Do you want to be with me?" He asks.

You bring his face close to yours and give him almost the same tender kiss but with a steadfast conviction you answer him, "yes, I do."

Ain't he glad that he had just the last rose for you that day?

ONE YEAR LATER.

The dress suddenly shrinks in size and you struggle to fit yourself in it. It was fine when you try it on last night but that's with the help of your brother.

You can't possibly gain extra weight in a span of one night. You huff and try again for the last time, you successfully zipped up the dress by holding your breath for a few seconds.

One last look in the mirror, checking your make-up and hair then you're ready to go.

You pull open the door to find Felix already waiting in the living room, playing with Percy on the sofa. His head turns in your direction, noticing that you finally come out of the room.

His face instantly lights up when his eyes land on you.

"I'm ready!" You tell him.

He gets up from the sofa and takes a moment to admire you, his eyes traveling up and down your body.

Felix holds his hand out at you, "shall we?"

You place your hand on his and let him sweep you off your feet.

As long as he's with you he doesn't care about anything else.

Felix knows you'd prefer having a romantic dinner in the house than anywhere else. Comfort has to come first to ensure that the two of you have a great time tonight.

You highly approved the dinner that he cooked and the wine he bought for tonight, now he hopes you like the song he chooses for the dance.

"You're getting good at it," he says with an impressed smile then gives you a twirl.

"That's because you're a good teacher," you say back and let him pull you close until your back meets his chest.

He puts his arms wrapped around you and sways both of your bodies to the slow beat of the song and you rest your head on his shoulder, giving him access to easily kiss you on the lips.

He'll always treasure this moment with you and keep it close to his heart.

The only one who gets impatient as he unpacks a box of chocolate bonbon is Percy and he probably thinks it has his treats inside of it. He can see from the way he keeps spinning on the sofa.

"I'm sorry to tell you Percy but it's not for you," you say to him and scoop him onto your lap.

It would be petty of him to be jealous of how you treat your pet cat but he feels left out when Percy keeps putting his paw on your chin and starts nibbling on your lips. You put him away a few times but he keeps on licking your lips.

You warn him over and over again but he keeps on doing that.

"I'll get him his treats," you say, excusing yourself to the kitchen.

Percy starts to spin around on the floor at the sound of the treats hitting his feeding bowl while softly meowing at you.

You squat next to him and scratch his back, "you had your dinner so you can't have too much."

Now it feels like he's the one third-wheeling you, "babe, come here!" He says and failed to not sound like he's jealous.

You walk up to him and sit next to him on the sofa, he's got one piece of chocolate in his hand for you.

You take the whole piece at once, chewing on it with your cheeks looking puffy.

"Good?"

You nod and take a different piece of chocolate from the box, it's your turn to feed it to him.

He holds your wrist as he takes it into his mouth then sneakily licks your fingers while slyly smiling at you.

"Happy Valentine's day, my love!" He softly kisses the back of your hand.

"Happy Valentine's day," you say back and lean in to kiss him.

Felix doesn't want to waste this opportunity, he deepens the kiss and tastes chocolate in you. If only you know, between the two, you taste much sweeter.

"We met a year ago," you say in disbelief.

"Yeah and I was sad that I didn't get your number," Felix admits.

You gently hit his chest and he groans in pain, "Ouch!"

"I was standing there the whole time and you didn't say anything!" You tell him with your eyes almost out of their sockets.

He quickly takes your hand and pulls you close, "I know but I was so nervous, you're so beautiful, babe," he explains his reasons while pressing his face to the side of your head.

He turns your head to make you face him, "I was so captivated."

You scoff then pout at him, "you're lucky because I got called for a job that day when we met again."

"You're lucky that I decided to go home early that day," he says back at you.

You grab the collar of his shirt and say, "Or else..."

"Or else..." he repeats your words and leans in, his lips only an inch away from yours.

"We wouldn't be here now," you say.

"And?"

"We wouldn't have this conversation."

His eyes are focusing on your lips, "Uh-huh."

"And you wouldn't be able to kiss these lips," you say with a seductive smile.

He tips his head to the side, impressed that you can easily read his mind. He can hardly wait anymore, he kisses you with all of his heart, pouring all of his love for you.

His hands start to wander by themselves like they have minds of their own and start touching you, tracing every curve of your body, feeling you all over with the dress separating his palm from touching your silky smooth skin.

"Do you like my dress?" You ask against his lips.

"No," he replies.

"I hate it, loathe it, despise it."

You shot him a deadly glare in return for his spiteful words.

"I want to take it off of you," he whispers with his breath tickling your ear.

Or else... he wouldn't be here openly saying he wanted to undress you.

One year doesn't change the way he sees your body, he'll never get enough of it no matter how many times he has seen it.

It's a body that recognizes his touches and he knows where to touch you right, a body that's so sensitive to the faintest of his fingertips on you.

You whine as you slowly ease yourself on him and he brushes all of your hair to the side to plant kisses on your neck.

"Still too big for you, mmh?" He teases.

You scoff as you look at him, "oh please, don't get cocky!"

Both of you let out a collective gasp as you managed to all of him. He holds you still as he presses a haste kiss on your lips, hungry for more of your taste in his mouth.

It's not just sex with you, it's making a sweet, sweet love.

The way you move against him and enjoy pleasing him, that's just so sexy to him.

He cups your face and takes a closer look at your face, a face that he missed seeing even in his sleep.

"You're so beautiful, love," he murmurs with loving eyes.

He can tell that you like when he praises you like this from the way you clench around him.

"I'm so lucky to have you," he murmurs another praise at you.

That seems to arouse you more that you quicken the pace and it does him no good, you're driving him to the edge.

Your moans grow louder, your grip becomes tighter and your nails dug deeper into his skin.

"Want to cum," you whine with your eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

"Yes, baby?" Felix's brain is clouded with pleasure to properly function.

You sloppily kiss him on the mouth, "want to cum together with you," you breathlessly say against his lips.

"But baby, if you keep clenching around me I'll not last long," he tells you with a sly grin plastered on his face.

He grabs your waist and takes control of your body, forcing you to slow the pace down. Eventually, you follow the pace he sets and change your movement by rolling your hips in circular motions.

"You're getting too good at this," he complains but with zero annoyance in his voice.

You giggle and pull him for a kiss, "why? Do you mind?"

"Not at all!"

He takes a handful of your hair as he kisses you deep and hard with tongues and teeth clashing inside your mouth. The kisses steal all of the air in your lungs that you have to pull away first.

Felix keeps your head resting against his and syncing his breathing with you, two bodies move in unison.

This very moment is tender and intimate, he believes he will never experience this with anyone else but you.

The fact that he met you again that day tells him that this is indeed fate, he's destined to be with you.

"I love you," he softly mutters with an endearing caress on your cheek.

You smile as your gaze softens, "I love you too," you say back without a beat.

Or else... he wouldn't be this happy to hear you say it back to him.

Percy sits on your stomach and has been meowing right at your face for you don't know how long.

"Be quiet!" You slur with your eyes still closed.

He starts to nuzzle his head at you and nibble on your nose, you cover your face with your hand to stop him.

"Percy, be quiet!" You tell him again.

Through your squinted eyes, you see that it's only seven in the morning and you can get at least half an hour more of sleep.

"You're hungry, huh?" You ask as you sleepily pat his furry head.

He meows in response.

"Give me a minute, okay?" You tell him. You need a few minutes to gather your thoughts and rub the sleep off your eyes.

Felix eventually got bothered by Percy's continuous mewl, he turns on the bed and put his hand across your chest.

"Stay," he mumbles.

Percy puts his tiny paw on Felix's hand and pushes it off of you, he let out a loud meow at him.

Felix's eyes snap open and he glances at you, "is he telling me not to hold you?"

You laugh in confusion because you only discovered now that Percy can be so possessive over you.

"I think so, yeah," you answer.

Felix pats Percy on the head, "I thought we agree to share, buddy," he says to him.

Percy aggressively mewls at him with fangs out and everything.

"Percy!" You scold him and cuddle his face to stop him from making screeching noises.

"He's hungry," you say and turn your head at Felix.

"I'm afraid I can't stay," you give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

Felix kisses your bare shoulder and nuzzles his head into your neck, "stay," he mutters close to your ear.

You put your hand in his hair, his soft locks slipping through your fingers and you're more than tempted to spend the morning cuddling with him.

"I want to but Percy—" your words got cut off as Felix places a kiss on your neck with his teeth faintly biting the skin.

"That's not fair," you whine but not doing anything to stop him.

"Mmh? What is it, baby?" Felix pretends not to hear you and continues making a trail of kisses down the column of your throat.

Percy's mewl interrupts both of you and Felix sighs in defeat, he knows he's not going to stop mewling until you feed him.

You give him a long, lingering kiss to console him, "I'm sorry, baby."

Felix smiles in return and rests his head back onto his pillow, "Do you mind if I get more sleep?"

"Not at all!"

He demands one more kiss from you before you leave and close the bedroom door.

After filling Percy's bowl, you don't feel like cooking breakfast this morning. You decide to make a quick run to the bakery across the street to get a few pastries and a latte for Felix.

On the way back, you pick up a few mails from your letterbox and clutch everything in your arms.

Percy greets you with his happy mewls and trails behind you as you place everything you carry onto the dining table.

You check your mail to see if there's a work-related one, instead, you found one. You flip the letter to see who the sender is and you gasp in surprise to see that it's from Felix.

You bring the letter with you as you jog to your bedroom with Percy still trailing behind you.

You jump onto the bed and sit next to his sleeping figure.

He gets startled that his eyes instantly open, "what is it, babe?"

You catch your breath before speaking, "did you send me a letter?"

He seems to get it right away which only means he knows what you're talking about, "the letter should have arrived yesterday," he grumbles and props his elbow against the mattress.

The duvet slides down his body and exposes his bare upper body, his sculpted abs look more defined under the morning sun.

"Can I read it?" You ask even though you don't need his permission.

He places his hand on your thigh and looks up at him, "go ahead."

You carefully open the envelope without trying to rip it and slowly take out the letter inside, you unfold it while looking at him in excitement.

One look and you know it's all handwritten, it's his handwriting. You lick your lips and clear your throat before reading the letter out loud.

"There's nothing in all the world I want but you and your precious love."

Even the opening line makes your heart flips a couple of times already.

"All the material things are nothing. I'd just hate to live a sordid, colorless existence because you'd soon love me less and less and I'd do anything – anything – to keep your heart for my own."

You hold the hand resting on your thigh and continue reading.

"I don't want to live— I want to love first, and live incidentally... Don't ever think of the things you can't give me. You've trusted me with the dearest heart of all–and it's so damn much more than anybody else in all the world has ever had."

You put the letter close to your chest and close your eyes, taking a moment to let the words sink into you.

"I have bad penmanship, I know," he says to you with a playful smirk.

When you're ready to face him, you intertwined your hand with him and sigh, a sigh that tells him how grateful you are for him.

Emotions bubble up and burst out of you, you feel the urge to tell him the truest words you can say to him.

"I love you so much," you tell him, and your heart aches and your eyes start to water.

"I love you too, baby," he says and goes to hold you tightly.

All of your past mistakes and wrong decisions suddenly don't matter to you anymore because this path has led you to him.

This is fate, this is destiny and this is right because he is right.

"It's my first love letter," you croak as you are on the verge of crying.

"And I'll keep writing you a love letter to the last you'll ever receive," he says back and kisses you on the forehead.

And who cares about the one who gets the first rose when you get to be the last one from him?

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lazyneonrabbitt · 1 year ago

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Sick day

You woke up feeling like absolute shit. Today was you three's day off and now this crazy headache was ruining the fun.

After your painkillers were deemed useless the boys decided yo treat you even more like a princess. You were already their everything but today it was even worse.

"Gonna have to stay in all day and I cam't even continue my game because of this freaking headache.." you whined dramatically, rolling onto your back with a loud sigh.

"I'm sure you'll feel good enough tonight to play some more." Lip came walking towards you and set a fresh pot of tea and an empty mug on the coffee table. "Now quit whining and drink something, yeah? You're probably starting your period soon, you always get these headaches before it."

Meanwhile, Carmy laughed to himself at how easily Lip shut you up. Taking some mental notes since he still always folded easily when it came to you. "Treating her like a princess, huh?"

"What. Princess is just a fancy word for a spoiled brat, which she is. ..which is also our fault for spoiling her so much." They both looked over at you. Sitting there in their clothes, blowing the steam off your hut mug of fresh brewed tea. You hadn't lifted a single finger today. The painkillers were brought to you in bed by Lip. Carmy made you a smoothie to get your strenght up and brewed you a pot of tea without you having to ask for any of it.

After a moment Lip returned to the couch with a large mug of coffee and sat down next to you. He snatched the TV remote and controller off the side table, reaching rudely past you in doing so and booted up your game. "Hey!" You protested until he opened a new save slot on the title screen. "You can't play, so you'll have to live with watching me fail at playing."

"What? You hate this game." You point at the TV to make a point. "You say it's unfair and it sucks because it has no difficulty settings and you 'die way too easily'" you air quote that last bit to recall his earlier statement on your new game when you were playing the week before.

"I know, baby. But I know how badly you want to stare at the pretty goth twink puppet kill other, less pretty evil puppets." His mocking tone was hard to miss.

Carmen walked past behind the couch and ducked down to kiss both of you on the cheek in passing by. "Alright, I'll be making a grocery run if you two are gonna be bickering like an old married couple." With his bag slung over his shoulder he grabbed his keys from the bowl and headed out the door. "See you in a bit, Bear!" You waved bye and made kissy noises as he closed the door behind him.

Carmen couldn't get the smile off his face.his two partners being idiots did that to him. You three were happy, in love and things were good. He felt good.

His quick grocery trip turned into a larger run, getting the freshest ingredients from local markets and stopping by the herbs shop to get some more tea blends for you. He knew your favorite store bought flavors and worked with the seller to mix up a few different bags for you to try.

On his way back he stopped at the local smoke shop and picked up some of the expensive brand cigarettes Lip loved to smoke but only got on special occasions because they're so pricey.

Carmen's love language has always been acts of service, and usually came together with gift giving as soon as he learned his partners' interests. And now with his bags full of items for dinner and his little surprise gifts he made his way back home.

"Oh motherfucker. I clearly dodged that!"

"You clearly didn't. He hit you on that last swing, else you wouldn't be dead now."

Lip's cursing and your arguments could be heard through the front door, having that fond smile creep back on Carmy's face as he walked back into the apartment.

"Hey babe, how was shopping?" "Welcome back, Bear!" The joined welcomes warmed his heart as he walked up to them and kiss them both, "Brought you something." ans hands them their gifts.

"What's the occasion? We got something to celebrate?" Lip was truly curious as to why he was given these cigarettes. "You never got them when we first started dating."

"Carmy, these teas smell amazing. Did you mix these yourself? That's your writing on the labels." You held a bag to your nose and breathed in the blend of red fruits. "Yeah. I know how much you love your fruit teas, so I went to that herb place to check out their stuff. Thought you'd like some personal blends."

You lifted your arm to catch his head as he leaned on the backrest and pull him into a loving kiss. "Thanks, Carmy."

When you pulled apart Lip took the oportunity to grab hold of him too and repeat the affectionate kisses. "Yeah, thanks, Bear."

Carmen took off to the kitchen to prepare soup and some sides for dinner while Lip kept you occupied with his failed attempts of playing your game again.

Dinner was set up beautifully on the kitchen island. Three sets of beautifully plated sides next to bowls of steaming soup, stuffed to the brim with veggies and meat.

Every little detail about this dinner was praised by you and Lip, thanking Carmy with every first bite of every bit of food on the table. You shared details of your couch hanging time, video game frustrations and shopping trip until every last bite of food was gone.

You and Lip insisted on cleaning up so Carmy could relax, but he kept swooping in to carefully clean his expensive knives that he disn't allow anyone else to use. Apologising constantly and immediately making excuses to help clean afterwards.

By the time you were done cleaning and standing in each others' way the sun had set and you found yourselves moving back to the couch. You draped yourself over the boys' laps to watch a movie of their choosing.

~~☆☆☆~~

A/N: Who knows what game Lip is playing?

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more-better-words · 11 months ago

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Oh hey remember that time T'Pol had one chocolate too many?

T'Pol awoke slowly, and for the first minute or so, things didn’t seem so bad. She was resting comfortably on her side, and the scent of the pillow under her head told her she was in Trip's bed. How had she come to be in his quarters again? She couldn’t quite remember…

Then she rolled onto her back, and nausea ran her down like a rockslide.

She couldn’t help it – she groaned. And from somewhere near the foot of the bed, she heard Trip's voice.

“Well, that answers the hangover question.”

She realized she hadn’t opened her eyes yet. She tried, and discovered even the dim illumination of his desk lamp was almost too much. She felt the bunk shift as he sat beside her.

“T'Pol, I’m so sorry,” he said mournfully. She attempted to eyebrow at him without opening her eyes.

“There's no need to apologize.”

“Yes there is! I gave you the Vulcan equivalent of ninety proof tequila! And now you’re lookin' a little chartreuse.” He sighed. “I wonder what a Vulcan hangover cure would be. Fried gespar? Extra-strength plomeek broth?”

Her stomach turned on itself like an acrobat at the thought. She swallowed hard and rolled back onto her side. “Please do not mention food. I have no desire to vomit in your bed.”

“Yeah, let's avoid that.” He sighed again and she felt his fingers gently brush her hair. “You know I’m gonna have to call Phlox.” Her distaste for the idea was apparently evident in her expression, because he said, “I know, I know. He's gonna smirk, but we've gotta get it over with.”

She sighed and tried opening her eyes again. He was looking down at her with a worried, unhappy furrow in his brow, his guilt broadcasting from his honest face. There was nothing to be done for it. Anything to bring back a smile. “Very well.”

He got up and hit his comm. “Tucker to Sickbay.”

“Phlox here. What can I do for you, Commander?”

“Can you swing by my quarters? It's not for me, it's, uh…it's T'Pol.”

There was a brief, pointed silence. And then, “Of course! I'll be right there.”

“It’s not what you think,” Trip said as he opened the door.

“Why, Commander, I didn’t say a word! Now what’s the trouble?”

“She, uh, accidentally got wasted on chocolate last night.”

“It was not an unpleasant experience in the moment,” T'Pol added, eyes closed again.

“Ah yes, Theobroma cacao!” Phlox smiled genially. “It does produce an intoxicating effect for Vulcans, particularly when consumed on an empty stomach.”

“How did you know this and I did not?” T'Pol asked.

“Only by witnessing my Vulcan colleague Doctor V'Tel learn about it the hard way, much like yourself!” Phlox chuckled, rooting about in his medical bag. “I suspect your people do not care to admit there is an Earth substance that can produce such profound physiological effects.”

“That is illogical,” she muttered.

“Highly,” he agreed, and put a hypospray to the side of her neck. “There. That should help with the nausea. I will still be relieving you of duty for the day. You need rest. Acidic beverages will help as well. I doubt we have any skel'ek tea aboard, but tomato juice will do.”

Her stomach flipped unenthusiastically again. “Of course, Doctor.”

“We'll just call this a mild case of stomach upset and keep the chocolate business to ourselves, hmm?”

“I would prefer that.”

“Excellent! I'll help you back to your quarters.”

The anti-nausea medication was already helping; she was able to sit up and, with extreme care, stand without embarrassing herself. She nearly stepped on a pillow, and looked at Trip curiously. “Did you sleep in the floor?”

“You were drunk,” he said, as if that explained everything.

He had to go on duty, so he left her to Phlox’s care. And it was a perfectly mundane day, except for the gnawing little guilt monster still lodged in his gut. Neither of them had known, and she obviously didn’t blame him, but he still felt awful. She'd been a fun drunk, though - “You are cute,” she'd told him, and it was adorable how serious her face had been.

And then there was the way she'd kissed him…

Nope. Not the time to be thinking about that.

…she'd pressed against him, her body curving on his, her mouth soft as velvet, and -

Maybe sticking his head in the warp reactor would cool him off.

When his shift was over, he stopped by her quarters to check on her. She was sitting at her desk, nursing a cup of tomato juice. Faint distaste was evident in the set of her mouth.

“That helpin'?” he asked. She shrugged.

“It isn’t hurting.” She tilted her head. “You are not still feeling guilty, are you?”

He see-sawed a hand. “Not a lot. I guess moderation’s the key, huh?”

“It typically is.” She glanced down at her desk. “It was…rather enjoyable, though…being intoxicated.”

“That’s why people have been doin' it for thousands of years.” He chuckled. “Hell, we humans have been getting drunk for longer than we've had agriculture.”

“Unsurprising.”

He made a face at her, and her mouth curved slightly with amusement, then softened. “I have been thinking,” she said quietly, “that you are very much like chocolate.”

“What, I make you sick?” He wanted to win another spark of mirth from her, but her eyes remained steady.

“You intoxicate me.”

He stared at her. At some point, possibly hours later, he managed to swallow. “I, uh…” He wet his lips. “I know the feeling.”

She stood, and approached him, her eyes fixed on his, bright and warm. “But where you are concerned, I do not know if I am capable of moderation.”

She was so close. He could almost feel her lips against his. “Me neither,” he murmured.

Her hand stole up to the side of his neck, her thumb brushing his ear. “As long as we are in agreement.”

“Definitely,” he breathed, just before he kissed her. “Screw moderation.”

#fic #trip x t'pol #Trip will now commit himself to discovering the perfect Vulcan hangover cure #he'll be ready next time

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Endure VIII: Roof

Series Synopsis: You and Eren Jaeger have been best friends since the age of two, but the two of you are destined for an inevitable tragedy. The world you have been born into is cruel; it is one where friends are traitors and enemies are allies, one where you find yourself doubting everything you've ever known. In this life, mistakes are fatal, and you must be careful, lest you make one too many.

Chapter Synopsis: You spend some time with Eren, but things take an unexpected turn.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Female Reader, Armin Arlert x Female Reader

Chapter Word Count: 5.7k

Content Warnings: swearing, canon-typical violence, sexual abuse (non-explicit), major character death, angst, original characters included

A/N: roof chapter you will always be famous

The next day, you had off in preparation for the gruelling cadet training that was coming your way. You decided to spend it having the tea party you had promised Armin, and then, depending on when you finished with that, you might go into Trost with Eren or Mikasa.

Unlike you, Armin was the earliest of early risers, up even before the sun. You found him sitting in the branches of a tree, reading his book. He had always loved climbing trees. He claimed it was because he found it cleaner than sitting in the grass. Personally, you believed that he just wanted to be as close to the sky as he could get.

“Hey, Min-Min! Get down from there, you hear me? I owe you a tea party, remember?” you shouted up at him. He clearly had not been expecting anyone to find him, and he dropped his book in surprise. It hit you on the head, and you blinked dumbly at it before peering up at him in irritation.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to attack you with my book! Are you okay?” Armin said in worry, swinging out of the tree to check on you, his deep blue eyes wide with fear as he ran his hands over your head.

“Yeah, I’m fine! Come on, we’ve gotta have our tea party! Although I doubt it’ll be much of a party. We might be able to scrounge up some tea, but that’s about it,” you said.

“No big deal. Tea parties are more about the company you keep than the food you eat, and your company is the best, so it’s already guaranteed to be awesome,” Armin said casually.

“Aww, love you too,” you said. He gave you a friendly smile.

“Thanks, Y/N.”

As you had expected, you were not able to find so much as a single biscuit for your tea party. You were not even able to obtain a tea bag, and you resolved to write to Levi as soon as possible. The man loved his tea, and he would be outraged at the lack of the drink in the training camp. At the least, you could probably convince him to send you some to tide you over until you graduated.

Holding cups of heated water in your hands, you and Armin sat under the shade of the very tree he had been relaxing in earlier. At first, you were silent, simply basking in each other’s presence, your legs touching as you drank the water.

“Have you ever seen Mikasa be angry?” Armin said after a while. You were surprised at the seemingly random topic, swallowing the sip of water you had just taken and shaking your head.

“No, I don’t think so. She’s so calm and collected, I don’t even know if she can get angry,” you said.

“She can,” he said, “I’ve seen it. Back when we realized you were dead. She almost killed Eren when he insisted he should get to keep your ribbon. I had to hold her back, which, I know, sounds silly. I mean, me holding Mikasa back? But that’s how it was. She wasn’t fighting very hard at that point. She knew Eren was right, but she wanted it. More than anything, she wanted one last piece of you. I had to remind her that she still had Tiger. I think that’s the only reason she even let Eren have it.”

You were taken aback. Mikasa, solid, quiet Mikasa, had snapped because of you. You had expected such a thing from Eren. You knew he would have been furious and grief stricken at the news of your death, because he was just like that. But Mikasa had never really displayed her emotions. She had channelled her grief about her parents into caring for you.

Was that it, then? Had losing you been the catalyst to her having to process every emotion she had suppressed in the year after her parents’ murders?

“What about you?” you said. Armin cocked his head.

“What about me?” he said. You shrugged half-heartedly.

“Did you care when you thought I had died?” you said. His jaw dropped, and he set his cup aside before staring you dead in the eyes. You were almost uncomfortable with the intensity of his gaze, swallowing dryly.

“Of course I cared. You were my first friend, you were the first person to stand up to Oskar for me...how could you think I wouldn’t care? I cared more than I’ve ever cared about anything in my life. I would have given up going to the sea if it meant I got to have tea with you one last time, and I would’ve done it gladly,” he said, wrapping his arms around you tightly and burying his face in your shoulder.

“I cried for you,” he whispered, “I never cry unless I’m trying to trick someone, but I cried for you.”

“I cried for you too,” you whispered back, “I cry a lot as it is, but I cried and I cried for you until my tears ran out, until I made my own sea, and then I bathed in the pain and nearly drowned.”

“Luckily, the Rals were there. They were your lifeboat,” he said.

“They were, and I’m ever grateful to them for that. That said, I would set sail into that sea again, no matter the weather, a thousand times over, for you, and only for you,” you said.

“Not Eren or Mikasa?” he said. You smiled sadly.

“They’re different. I would cross a thousand deserts, climb a thousand mountains for them, but the sea is ours and ours alone,” you said. Armin let go of you and returned to his rapidly cooling water, taking a sip of it before grimacing.

“This is pretty disgusting. Nowhere near as good as your mother’s tea,” he said, clearing his throat as if to get rid of the lingering emotions of your discussion. You did the same, busying yourself with drinking the water in order to avoid his eyes.

“I mean, it’s just heated water. We really shouldn’t have had high expectations,” you muttered.

“By the walls,” Armin said, and suddenly he was laughing, tears escaping his eyes, “By the walls. We really just drank warm water as a substitute for tea.”

A smile tugged at the corner of your lips, and you fought it, you honestly tried to, but it was futile. A tiny giggle escaped you, and that giggle quickly turned into full-blown hysterics.

“By the walls, we really did! That is so depressing!” you gasped out, collapsing backwards, lying on the grass and staring at the sky through the lacy leaves of the tree. Armin did the same, intertwining his hand with your own.

“I know I said that the company is more important, but this was definitely the worst tea party we’ve ever had,” he said, squeezing your hand. You squeezed back, your stomach hurting from how hard you had laughed.

“I’ll write to Levi and get him to send tea bags. I’m sure he will, he’s a bit of a tea fanatic,” you said.

“That sounds lovely. I haven’t had proper tea in ages,” Armin said.

“And Levi gets the good stuff, too! He’s serious about his tea,” you said.

“It’s a plan then. We’ll continue this at a later date, when we have proper tea,” he said, sitting up. You did the same, interlocking your pinkies and shaking them up and down to seal the deal.

“Just don’t tell anyone. We’ve gotta keep the tea our little secret, yeah? I doubt Levi would be happy about becoming the entire 104th’s supplier,” you said. Armin nodded, and you knew you could trust him, because if you could not trust Armin, you could not trust anyone.

“My lips are zipped. Now, enjoy spending time with you though I do, I think I’m going to have to let you go,” he said.

“What? Why?” you said as you both stood.

“Wait for it,” Armin said, holding up his pointer finger. As if on cue, you were tackled into somebody’s arms and completely winded as they picked you up. There were approximately two suspects, and judging by the fact that the person was currently spinning you around, it was pretty clear who it was.

“Y/N, let’s go to Trost together!” Eren cheered, placing you on the ground again. You stumbled and ran into Armin, who placed a hand on your shoulder to steady you. You gave him a grateful smile before turning to Eren, who was waiting for you to answer.

“Sure, Eren, I was thinking of asking you anyways,” you said.

“Great minds think alike,” he said, tapping his temple knowingly.

“But fools rarely differ,” Armin said. You and Eren both gave him confused looks.

“Huh?”

“You guys sure do love proving me right,” he said, shaking his head before waving you off, “Never mind. Have fun in Trost.”

“Well, okay, Min-Min. Have a nice day! Tell Mikasa I said hi if you see her,” you said, plodding after Eren, who had already taken off in the direction of Trost. You waved at Commandant Shadis, who nodded at you, before sprinting into the city excitedly.

Running through the streets with your best friend, you could almost pretend you were in Shiganshina again, before the fall, before everything went so horribly wrong.

“Come on, I’ve gotta show you something cool. See, Mikasa, Armin, and I lived here when we were refugees, and sometimes, I needed some time alone away from everyone, so I’d go up to this awesome spot to just relax and look at the moon. I used to talk to it and pretend it was you,” Eren babbled before turning bright crimson as he realized what he had just revealed.

“I used to do the same,” you admitted shyly. Perhaps the moon had been listening for all of these years, and perhaps it had pulled some divine interference to allow you two to find one another again. It was so impossible, but yet again, in a cruel and beautiful world such as this one, was anything impossible?

“This is definitely illegal, by the way,” he warned as he looked around before yanking you into an abandoned building. Opening a hatch, he dragged a stone underneath and climbed on top, shimmying out onto the roof before peeking through the opening and extending his hand down.

“Am I supposed to grab that?” you said.

“Yeah, of course. Climb onto the rock and then I’ll pull you up,” he said. You gave him a nervous look.

“I don’t know, Eren. What if I fall?” you said.

“You know I won’t ever let you get hurt. Come on, Y/N, you’ve gotta see this,” he said. You bit your lip and, on shaking legs, stepped onto the rock. Your foot slipped slightly, and you squealed in fear, your hand reaching about for something to grab onto. Eren clasped your wrist tightly, helping to steady you, gently shushing you and easing your panic.

“Shh, shh, there you go. Almost there,” he said. You continued to climb up the slick surface until you reached the top. Eren swung his upper body out of the hatch and placed his hands under your arms, lifting you out onto the roof.

It was sloped slightly, and as soon as he let go of you, you clung to him tightly, not wanting to fall. It wasn’t a far drop, per se, but it was far enough that you would definitely at least get seriously injured.

“It’s really pretty up here,” you said once you had relaxed enough that the world wasn’t spinning, at least. You still stayed pressed close to Eren, the taste of fear coating your tongue even now. He placed his arm around your shoulders and held you close to him. The steady rise and fall of his chest was soothing, and you tried to match your breaths to his own. It worked, if only a little.

The city of Trost was laid out in front of you, flowers blooming in window sills and horse-drawn carts rolling down cobblestone streets. Children laughed and played and teased each other, and couples held hands, staring deep into each others’ eyes, completely and utterly in love. It reminded you of Shiganshina, with life blossoming in every corner, every nook and cranny. The entire town was overflowing with vitality. It was beautiful. You turned to see what Eren’s opinion was, only to find him already staring at you.

“Yeah, it is,” he agreed.

“You’re not even looking at it,” you said crossly.

“Don’t need to,” he said.

“Oh, yeah, I guess you’ve seen it a million times already,” you realized. He chuckled softly.

“Sure, let’s go with that,” he said. You furrowed your brow at the odd answer, but before you could question him further, he pointed at a small pavilion bustling with people.

“That’s where we used to live,” he said. You gaped at it in horror.

“Out in the open like that?” you said. He nodded grimly, his eyes far away. You wondered if he was replaying memories from his past, from back when he had been nothing and no one more than a scared refugee.

“That’s right. Out in the open, with nothing but a sleeping mat and hundreds of other people surrounding us,” he said with a shudder.

“I’m sorry. I feel guilty. All of that time, you guys were struggling to survive, while I was living with the Rals. Perhaps it wasn’t the lap of luxury, but it was extraordinarily comfortable. It doesn’t feel fair,” you said.

“It’s not like you knew we were alive. There’s really no such thing as fair in this world. You just have to seize every opportunity you can get and make the most of it. None of us resent you for being better off than we were,” he said with a shrug.

Us. You. It felt like there was a divide between you and your childhood friends now, one that had not existed before. They had had to rely only on each other, fighting for provisions and struggling to survive. Such an experience had bonded the three, and though you had just gotten them back, you could not help but think that you had never been further apart.

“I used to worry that I’d forget what you looked like,” Eren said casually after you did not respond. You gave him a sharp look at the confession, and once again found him already gazing at you.

“Why do you keep staring at me like that?” you said, heat rising to your face. He tentatively reached a hand out to trace the curve of your brow, the slope of your nose. His touch was feather-light, tickling against your skin.

“Trying to memorize everything, just in case. I know you’re here, but at the same time, it’s so hard to believe. Is this a dream? Am I going to wake up down there, alone again?” he said.

“I wonder the same. Any moment now, Petra will come and tell me to get up, and you’ll be gone again. What will I do then?” you said, reaching your own hand out, though you only rested it against his heart. It thumped steadily against your palm, and you curled your fingers into the soft fabric of his shirt.

“What will I do? Now that I have known some measure of happiness, have finally had you in my grasp yet again, how can I possibly wake up and be content?” you repeated, clenching your fists.

“Long hair that curls at the ends,” he said, tugging on a piece of your hair absentmindedly, “Pretty eyes, like the stars.”

“The hell are you doing?” you said. He ignored you, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment before opening them once again.

“Smile,” he said.

“Why?” you said even as you did it. He squinted, tilting his head before nodding.

“Thanks,” he said.

“Aren’t you going to explain yourself?” you said, your sadness replaced by confusion.

“I want the last thing I see to be you smiling. Now, whenever this dream ends, at least I’ll know what to imagine when the time comes,” he said.

“Eren —” you started, but he shook his head.

“Let’s just sit for a little,” he said.

The sun beat down on you. Your veins thrummed with electricity, your blood singing, though whether it was from the summer heat or your proximity to Eren, you could not be sure.

As Eren looked out at Trost, lost in thought, you took a page from his book and attempted to commit his features to memory. Brilliant jade eyes that changed hue depending on his surroundings. Shaggy brown hair the color of the mud you used to play with. A straight nose and thick eyebrows. You allowed his form to tuck itself away in some special, ineffaceable corner of your mind, in the place where you kept such knowledge as the scent of your mother’s favorite soap or the way your father’s arms had felt when he hugged you.

“Now you’re the one staring,” he said in amusement.

“Yeah, well...whatever,” you muttered.

“Copycat,” he teased, poking your arm. You smacked his hand away.

“I can’t...forget you, either. Whenever I lose you next, I need to at least be able to say goodbye, even if it’s only to an image in my mind. Besides, I’d prefer to remember you as you are now,” you said.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he said.

“Happy. Peaceful. The way we could’ve been, if this world wasn’t the way it was, if we weren’t cattle trapped in a pen or birds locked in cages,” you said.

“It’s because of you. Being with you makes me feel free,” he said, leaning towards you slightly. You slowly, hesitantly did the same, moving imperceptibly closer to him.

“You think that highly of me? But you said I belonged in the walls,” you said. He knocked his forehead against yours gently, in an affectionate reprimand.

“I didn’t want to see you get hurt. The truth is that you belong with me, just like I belong with you. It’s how it’s always been, and it’s how it’ll always be,” he said. He was right in this, at least. Whatever relationship you and he possessed was greater than the circumstances placed on you. The both of you always found your way back to each other. Some strange bond had formed between the two of you at some point, though you could not tell when it had been. Was it when he killed a man without thought to save you? Was it when he told you about his dreams of the outside world? Or had it been even earlier than that, all the way back when he had said your name for the first time?

You wanted to freeze this moment, this moment where there was nothing in the world but you and him and the sun. You began to notice the smallest things, like the way his smile was slightly, endearingly crooked, the way his long lashes brushed against his cheekbones when he blinked. How had you never seen that before?

As if in a trance, you shifted closer to him. He swallowed nervously, and you tilted your head, fascinated with the way his throat bobbed at the action. Had it always done that?

“OI! The hell are you kids doing up there?” a man shouted. You jolted back from Eren as he scrambled to his feet, pulling you up. You looked down in fear to see a member of the military police standing on the ground, looking at you in rage.

“Uh-oh,” you said.

“This is a restricted area! Go make out somewhere else!” he said.

“We weren’t making out!” you shouted back.

“Do I look like I care? Get down here so I can arrest you two!” he said.

“HUH?” you said.

“Y/N, do you trust me?” Eren said urgently.

“Yeah, sure, why do you ask?” you said as the MP stormed into the house, presumably to come onto the roof and drag you down to jail.

“Good,” he said before letting go of you and jumping off of the roof. Your jaw dropped, and you raced to the edge, peering over it in fear. He was not splattered on the ground; rather, he was on a neighboring roof. Seeing you, he waved cheekily.

“Are you really going to leave me behind?” you hissed.

“Not at all! Come on, jump!” he encouraged. You gave him an incredulous look.

“Eren, are you insane? I could get hurt!” you said.

“I told you I won’t let you get hurt. You just said you trust me, didn’t you? I’ll catch you, don’t worry. It’s either that or the military police gets you,” he said. From behind you, you heard the heavy breaths of the MP as he clambered onto the roof. You were going to have to make a choice, and soon. Did you leave your fate to chance and Eren, or did you give in and let yourself be arrested?

When put like that, there was only one clear answer. So, taking a deep breath, you jumped. The wind whipped through your hair and bit at your face, and for a moment, you didn’t think you would make it. You were falling, you were falling, your hand reaching out to grasp at thin air, but you were met with nothingness.

For a single, terrible moment, you thought Eren had let you fall. What if this was the end for you? You doubted you would die, but you’d probably wish you had, both due to the injuries you would sustain and the embarrassment of being caught by the MP.

“Gotcha!” Eren said, catching you by the hand and halting your descent immediately. You hung, suspended, for only a moment, before you grabbed the rooftop with your other free hand and pulled yourself up, shaking slightly from the adrenaline rushing through you.

“I cannot believe I just did that,” you said.

“Nice jump, but we can’t linger. He’s going to be after us,” Eren said, pointing at the MP, whose face had turned red at your escape.

“Get back here!” he screamed. You exchanged glances with Eren.

“I’m assuming we’re not ‘getting back there,’” you said wryly.

“That’s the plan. I know this city pretty well, so you’re going to have to keep trusting me. Think you can do that?” he said.

“I never stopped trusting you for a second, idiot. Let’s get out of here,” you said. He nodded and grabbed your hand, yanking you after him as you raced along the rooftop.

“This reminds me of running from Mr. Orion when we were younger,” he commented.

“Yeah, ’cept Mr. Orion was never actually going to arrest us!” you said as you reached the edge. This time, you jumped after Eren without hesitation and landed on your feet beside him.

“Good job,” he said, patting you on the head.

“Save it, Jaeger, we’ve got things to do and a very angry middle-aged man to escape from,” you said, swatting his hand away.

“We need a plan. I don’t think jumping from rooftop to rooftop is going to work for much longer, not if he remembers he has ODM gear,” he said.

“Let me know when you come up with something, Trost boy,” you said, reminding him that he was the one that knew this city. You had only been in Trost a couple of times to welcome Petra and Levi back from expeditions.

“The alleys are probably a good place to hide,” he said.

“Sounds good. How are we getting down?” you said.

“Climb, duh. I’ll go down first so I can catch you if you fall,” he said.

“Thanks,” you said, watching him warily as he descended to the ground before dropping the final foot and proudly waving up at you.

“Whenever you’re ready!” he called.

“There you are!” the MP said. Your eyes widened as he landed on the roof, stalking towards you. There was absolutely no way you could climb fast enough to escape him.

You looked down at Eren, who was waiting for you, even though he could see the situation you had now been put in. You almost called for him to run away, to save himself, but you knew he wouldn’t.

Just then, a terrible idea hit you. This was going to end horribly, or at least it would if it was anyone but Eren waiting for you. Yet the fact remained that it was Eren on the ground, and so you cast yourself off the edge before you could really think things through.

This time, you did not fear as you free-fell. You gazed up at the MP, who was staring at you with shock and terror on his face, and somehow, you found the courage in you to smirk.

As you had hoped, as you had expected, you did not smash into the ground but instead into Eren’s arms. He deposited you on the ground and gave you a devilish grin.

“That’s my girl,” he said as you sprinted off into the alley system.

“Not your girl,” you said.

“Don’t be a spoilsport. I wanted to say it at least once,” he said, and you knew if you weren’t currently running, he’d roll his eyes.

“Whatever. Just don’t expect me to say some corny ‘that’s my boy’ shit,” you said as you ducked into an alley and paused to catch your breath.

“Yeah, didn’t think you would,” he said, panting.

“We should’ve brought water,” you said.

“To be fair, I wasn’t expecting to have to run from a member of the military police, and I doubt you were, either,” he pointed out.

“That’s true, though we really should have, knowing our luck,” you said.

“Stop running from the law!” the MP said, appearing from seemingly nowhere and glaring at the two of you.

“Seriously?” you complained, “How did he find us again?”

“Doesn’t matter!” Eren said as you raced deeper into the alleys.

“You do know where we’re going, right?” you checked.

“Nope!” he said cheerfully.

“Nope?” you repeated.

“Did you really think I spent my entire time mapping out the alley system of Trost? I was a bit busy trying to get enough food to eat every day!” he said.

“Then why’d you bring us here?” you said.

“Seemed like a better option than jail,” he said.

“Clearly not!” you said as you nearly ran into a wall. You had arrived at a dead end, and when you turned around, you were met with the MP, who grinned at you in victory.

“You two,” he wheezed out, “are coming with me.”

And that was how you and Eren found yourselves in prison.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” the MP said, leering at the two of you.

“Let us go! We did nothing wrong!” Eren said, grabbing onto the bars.

“Nothing wrong? According to my eyes, you two were caught trespassing and then attempted to escape from the law. Where I’m from, that’s called ‘illegal.’ Unfortunately, it seems the two of you are minors, so I can’t charge you with anything. Your parents will be called, but that’s all,” he said. You and Eren gave each other horrified looks. Neither of you had parents, which meant Commandant Shadis would be the one informed about this, and if he found out, you were dead for sure.

“Wait! Sir, I’ll go get our parents for you!” you yelped.

“Since when are you a necromancer?” Eren whispered in distress.

“How do I know you’re not just trying to escape?” the MP said.

“Keep Eren here as insurance,” you said. He considered this before nodding in acquiescement.

“Fine, then, but if you’re not back in twenty minutes, I’m conducting a formal investigation,” he said, unlocking the door and ushering you out before slamming it shut on Eren, who gave you a desperate look.

“Don’t worry,” you said, more to Eren than the MP, “I’ll be back.”

You had absolutely no plan beyond wandering through Trost and hoping you’d find somebody willing to pretend to be your (very dead) parents. If you were lucky, you’d find Levi. Though he acted like he was strict, you knew he was not above bending the rules, and you had a feeling he’d help bail you and Eren out if you needed it. Just his name and presence alone would probably be enough, even though he obviously wasn’t your actual father.

To your dismay, you did not find Levi. However, you did find Tullia and Mikasa, which was, arguably, better. Though you were surprised to see the two hanging out without you, you were also happy that they were becoming friends. They were the two most important girls in your life, so to know that they liked each other was a relief.

“Hey, Y/N! Where’s Eren?” Tullia said, noticing you first.

“In jail,” you said seriously.

“What?” Mikasa said.

“Yeah, technically I should be there too but I was allowed out for twenty minutes to find our parents. Speaking of which, I need you two to pretend to be our parents,” you said.

“What?” Tullia said.

“It’s a long story, but I don’t have much time to explain it. Just go with it, guys, please. I’ll pay you back,” you begged.

“No need for paying us back, but you’ll definitely be explaining everything later on,” Mikasa said, well-used to rescuing you and Eren from the shenanigans you got up to.

“I’m confused, but I’ll go with it for now, if only because I have a feeling this is going to be funny,” Tullia agreed.

Ten minutes later, the disguise was deemed complete. You had stolen some makeup and used it to draw a moustache on Mikasa, who then tucked her hair into a hat and took on the role of the father. She still looked quite feminine, but the prison had dim lighting, so you hoped the MP wouldn’t notice. Tullia had let her hair out of its braids and strapped a pillow under her shirt so that she appeared pregnant.

Bursting into the prison, you were met with the sight of Eren and the MP playing rock-paper-scissors.

“One more match, son. If you can beat me, I’ll let you go,” the MP said.

“Right! Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” Eren said, making the rock sign with his hands. The MP made scissors.

“Yeah! I won!” Eren cheered.

“No, you don’t. Scissors are made of metal, which is stronger than rock, so I win,” the MP said smugly. Eren’s jaw dropped.

“But when I made scissors and you made rock, you won! So which is it?” he said.

“Guess we’ll never know,” the MP said.

“Uh, excuse me sir, I’ve found our parents,” you said, interrupting the game and motioning towards Tullia and Mikasa, who waved at the MP.

“Ah, wonderful! Lovely to meet you, Mr. and Mrs…”

“Ferraro!” Tullia said. That was Mr. Orion’s last name, as his mother’s sister had been Tullia and Petra’s mother. It was a good idea, as it wouldn’t link you to the Cadet Corps.

“Well, Mr. and Mrs. Ferraro, as you can see, your two children were caught trespassing earlier. What do you have to say about that?” he said. Eren was watching the exchange with a bemused expression on his face.

“Shame on them! We raised them better than this. When we get home, they’ll be grounded for two weeks,” Mikasa said, lowering her voice in an attempt to sound more like a man.

“Grounded, eh?” the MP said, nodding in approval.

“That’s right. No food, no water, and no leaving their rooms!” Tullia chimed in. You furrowed your brow. That hardly sounded humane, but if it convinced the MP…

“Now that’s what I like to hear! Parents these days are so afraid of properly punishing their children, allowing them to just run wild wherever they please. Good, solid men and women like you are becoming increasingly hard to find. I’m sorry you have such troublesome children,” he said, unlocking the cell. Eren darted out and hid behind you, peeping out at the MP over your shoulder, giving him a suspicious glare.

“That’s right,” Mikasa said, still in that ridiculous accent, “Now, is that all? The sooner we can start the punishment the better.”

“Absolutely. Have a good day, Mr. and Mrs. Ferraro!” the MP said, waving you off. You walked out of the prison in silence, though as soon as you were in the sun again, you burst into laughter.

“I cannot believe that worked!” Mikasa said, her voice back to normal as she took off the hat and shook her hair out. You headed towards a bathroom so that she could wash the makeup off. On the way, you and Eren explained how the MP had found you trespassing and chased you until you were caught.

“What were you two even doing on the roof, anyways?” Tullia said, undoing the pillow and pulling it out of her shirt.

For some reason, you wanted to keep the events of the day a secret, just between you and Eren. The moment had been near-sacred, and it would be blasphemous to speak of it out loud, to speak of the way he had touched your face like it was his own key to heaven or the way you had stared at him like he was your sole salvation.

“Just talking, I guess,” Eren said, clearly sharing your sentiments. Mikasa and Tullia clearly didn’t believe this, but they were polite enough, at least, to not say anything.

This did not stop Tullia from whirling on you as soon as you were back in your dorm room.

“You guys are more than best friends,” she said.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said in confusion. Eren was your best friend: nothing less but nothing more, either. Right?

“I’m talking about the way he looks at you. You can deny it all you want, but there’s something there. He doesn’t look at you the way one looks at a best friend. He looks at you the way one looks at the love of their life,” she said.

“That’s not true,” you said, taking your things with you to go to the bathroom.

“It is. What’s more, you look at him like that, too.”

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danceswithsporks · 1 year ago

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Awake-Preview

Part of the Complete Series

Crosshair x Innkeeper Reader

Authors note: Was working on a special scene for Warms final part and uhh…got some ideals for Awake so. Here ya go. Just a small taste of what to expect. ;)

18+ MINORS DNI!

Crosshair smirked as he looked at you laying across the bed wrapped in a towel. It seemed you had taken the opportunity to shower while he had run out to get breakfast. You laid on your stomach with your back towards him, your delicate finger swiping through your datapad as you looked for a new book to read. A breeze from the ocean blew through the open windows of your room and you hummed softly at the magnificent feeling. Cross watched your head turn and lay on the bed, your eyes closed and a smile on your face.

The wind felt amazing on your warm body as you air-dried from your hot shower. The night before had been amazing with Crosshair, every time was amazing with him. But something about last night had been so carnal, so raw. Sure your body was sore in some spots but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want another round with him. You were enjoying the feeling of the wind when suddenly you felt the familiar rough fingers of the sniper of your imagination running up the back of your leg. “Mmmm, Crosshair.”

His fingers stopped at the base of your ass that peaked out from your towel. “Kitten, you do this just for me?” Fingers slid beneath the towel and with a tug, he pulled the towel from your body. Earning a squeak from you.

“For you, for me, a little of both.” You felt his hand grip your ass tightly before continuing to slide up the middle of your back. A shiver ran through your spine and you heard Crosshair chuckle, cheeky bastard. A sigh left your lips as you opened your eyes while his fingers ran across your cheek. “I hope you don’t expect more sex without some kind of offering.”

Cross smirked at you as he placed the to-go box of food from the tea shop down. “Heard these were your favorite.” He watched as your hand reached out for the tea. With a smirk, he grabbed your hand and leaned down. “There is a delivery fee, of course.”

“Hmmm, is that so?” When Cross nodded you hummed and pressed your lips against his. You felt him trying to deepen the kiss and with a sly smile, you pulled back. “Now I may be wrong. But it doesn’t take that long to get my order from the tea shop.”

Maker, your lips were a divine gift from the stars themselves. Every time he kissed you, he wanted more. Usually, he could get more, but today it seemed you wanted to play with him first. “You’re right. Had to swing by Echos and pick something up.”

Rolling onto your back, you watched as Cross practically licked his lips at the sight of your nude body. “Eyes up here, sniper.” Your finger hooked under his chin and forced him to look at you. “What did you pick up?” You sipped the warm tea carefully, allowing the flavors to hit your tongue in the most wonderful way. You watched as he pulled a small pouch from his pocket and passed it to you.

“Little treat for both of us.” His brown eyes watched as you reached into the bag and pulled the small chain out. A few charms dangled from it and he waited for you to look at them.

A silver bracelet hung from the tips of your fingers. Turning it, you looked closer at the charms and realized they spelled out his name. “A bracelet with your name, huh? Worried people don’t already know I’m yours?”

Cross smirked as he took the bracelet from you and moved to pull your leg towards him. Slowly, he peppered kisses down your leg while dragging the cool bracelet across your skin. He watched as you let out a small whine at the feeling. “Not a bracelet.” Your eyebrow went up at his remark and that made him chuckle as he unlatched the chain and wrapped it around your ankle before placing it on his shoulder. “There, now when I fuck this lovely cunt of yours, I’ll hear my name jingling in my ear.” His hand tightened around your ankle. “While you scream it out.”

A shuddering breath left your body as he spoke. That was by far the sexiest thing you’d ever had a man say to you. You shook your ankle to test the sound as you purred his name. The way his eyes practically rolled in the back of his head let you know he adored that sound. “Maybe we should give this a try then, Crosshair.” Raising your finger to him, you slowly beckoned for him to kiss you once more.

“Mmm, you don’t need to ask me twice.” Leaning forward, Cross bent your body in half and kissed you deeply before leaning back and nipping the inside of your ankle. Slowly he kissed his way up the inside of your leg and to your waiting core.

Your eyes watched him carefully as he dipped beneath your hip and licked a slow warm strip across your heat. A long sigh left your lips as your head fell back into the pillow. “Fuck, Cross.”

Brown eyes looked over your mound and up at you and he smirked. “That’s what I’m trying to do, Kitten. Now hold still and let me eat, I’m starving.” Reaching up, he placed his hand on your stomach and pushed your arching body down. Cross hummed as he felt your hand run against his scalp. The sounds of your moans filled the room as he lapped at your core.

“Can you at l-least take your clothes off as well? Th-that way I can enjoy ahhh.” Your body tried to arch as he sucked your clit hard, stopping your words in their tracks. His strong hand pushed your body back down and you whined at the pure strength within him.

“What was that, kitten?” Cross took a moment to look back at you. “You want me naked too?” When you nodded, he smirked and sat up. In one swift movement, his shirt was off and he leaned back to begin work on his pants. To his delight, you sat up as well.

You batted your eyes at him before slowly crawling across the bed and dipping your fingers into the waist of his pants. “Mmm, let me help you with these, Sniper.” Leaning forward, you kissed the trail of hair that led from his belly button down to his member which was currently begging to be freed.

Cross bit his lip as he felt your succulent lips against his skin. “Is that included in my room fee, innkeeper?”

“No, but I’m sure we can come to some kind of agreement.” Your teeth took the top of his pants between them and you pulled back gently, knowing that the clone before you was enjoying the sight of you on all fours.

“Mmm, I know we can.”

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korgbelmont · 2 years ago

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Part 1

Eric Willow is a Private Detective and Investigator for hire who works jobs that are more often than not connected to the Supernatural world.

Written in the Present Tense

Warnings: Haunting, Swearing, Cremation of a dead body, death

Word Count: 1373

Notes: Title made on cooltext.com

Being woken by a clanging sound, Olivia takes a sharp breath in as bunches up the fabric of her duvet. Door hinges creak as one down the hall opens and then suddenly slams shut, making her jump. She looks across as her bedroom door opens, and a glowing gaunt figure stands in the doorway.

The following morning, she sits with her friend, Elaina over breakfast. Elaina sees the bags under Chloe's eyes.

Elaina - More activity last night?

Olivia - Yeah.

Elaina - The offer to stay with me is still there if you want.

Olivia - No, I need to get rid of whatever it is.

Elaina - Well, I might be able to help with that. Mike gave me this in case I ever had any... stranger problems. Might be worth giving a call.

Elaina hands Olivia a business card.

'Eric Willow, Private Investigator Helping out with the weirder side of the world'

THE NEXT AFTERNOON

Sat on the sofa across from his desk, Eric works to get in first place on his racing game.

Eric - Out of the way you bastard! No, don't try anything.

He leans forward, determined to win, pushing the move joystick forward, despite knowing it won't make him go faster.

Eric - Come on, come on, come on!

He makes his way past his opponents, soon gaining first place.

Eric - That's right, eat my dirt!

He hits the boost button and tries to put as much distance between him and his opponents as possible. The finish line in sight, he leans forward even more. He crosses and shoots his arms in the air as the door to the building opens.

Eric - Yes!

He looks across to see a woman staring over at him in confusion. He lowers his arms and stands, setting the controller down and switching the TV off.

Eric - Sorry. I get competitive when I game.

Olivia - No worries.

Eric - Have we got an appointment?

Olivia - No, I'm afraid there was no time for making an appointment.

Eric gestures to the desk and they take seats either side of it.

Olivia - Mr. Willow, my name's Olivia Harron.

Eric - As in the Harron family?

Olivia - The very same. I'd like to hire you to sort out a haunting at my home.

He loads up a word document on his computer.

Eric - What kind of haunting are we talking about?

Olivia - Doors opening and shutting. Things being moved or thrown.

He types down what she says.

Olivia - And... I've seen someone.

Eric - An apparition? What did it look like?

Olivia - Blue, translucent. Looked skeletal. There's still flesh there.

He types the info up and turns back to Olivia.

Eric - Okay, I think I have an idea of how to sort out your problem. But I'll also need to do a bit of digging. Literally.

Olivia - What?

Eric prints the document he typed up and sets it in front of him.

Eric - First I'll need to identify who the apparition is. Then after we'll need to dig up the grave and cremate the body.

Olivia - You said that a bit too casually.

Eric - Sorry. I guess I'm just used to it all.

That evening at the Harron home, Eric sits in the kitchen with a sandwich while Olivia keeps a steaming cup of tea in her hands.

Eric - You sure you don't want to go to bed? You look--

Olivia - Tired. I know. My friends say the same.

Eric - Well, after tonight, you'll be able to sleep to your heart's content.

Olivia gives him a look of disbelief.

Olivia - How are you so calm about all this?

Eric - It's just another day for me. I've been a part of the supernatural world for as long as I can rememb--

The door swings open and just as soon slams shut.

Eric - That would be my queue.

Getting onto his feet, Eric goes over to the door, opening it. Only to end up face to face with the ghost.

Eric - Well, okay then.

He closes the door and dashes for his duffle bag. Grabbing a crowbar out of it.

Olivia - Did you just slam a door on a ghost?

He looks round to see the ghost floating through the door and moves to stand behind Olivia, keeping the crowbar raised in front of her.

Eric - Do they look familiar in anyway?

Olivia - What?

Eric - Have a good look at them. Do they look familiar?

Olivia studies the figure, despite it's gauntness, there is something familiar about them.

Olivia - I have an idea. But I need to be sure. Come on.

They move around the ghost, the entire time, Eric keeps the crowbar raised the entire time. Olivia runs and Eric soon picks up the pace to keep up with her. Switching the torch on her phone on, Olivia looks over some portrait paintings.

Olivia - Okay, okay. Uhhhh...

She stops at one portrait.

Olivia - Here!

Eric looks at the painting and she points to the name below.

Eric - William Harron. Where's he buried?

Olivia - The family cemetery. This way!

She runs for the front door, only to be stopped by William's spirit in the way. Eric goes in front of her and swings the crowbar through it. A shriek emits from it and it disappears. Getting the door open, Eric follows Olivia as they run to a cemetery. Shining torches on each of the headstones, they look for the right one.

Eric - Here you are.

Setting his bag down, he takes an extendable shovel out and extends it before he starts digging.

Eric - In my bag is some salt, make a circle.

Olivia - Okay.

She grabs the salt and begins to sprinkle it in a circle around them as Eric continues to dig.

Olivia - Why am I doing this?

Eric - Ghosts can't cross it.

Quite a bit of time later, Eric is now a few feet deep when the shovels hits the ground with a thud. Setting it to the side, Eric gets on his knees and wipes the last of the dirt away to reveal a coffin. He pries it open and pulls himself up onto the ground. Grabbing his bag, he looks up to see the ghost in the doorway of the house. He looks over to see Olivia staring at the spirit as well.

Eric - You okay?

Olivia - I just don't get why.

Eric - Most spirits usually have some sort of unfinished business. But what that business is, is only known to them.

Olivia - So what'll happen to him?

Eric - He'll go to the afterlife.

He takes out a bottle of lighter fluid and empties it onto the remains, throwing it at his bag.

Eric - This is it. You ready?

Olivia - Absolutely.

He takes out a box of matches and lights one throwing it into the coffin. The body instantly lights and the two look over at the doorway of the house. After a couple minutes, the ghost of William Harron disappears in flames.

Olivia - Does that mean...?

Eric - It's over.

Olivia - Thank you.

Eric - Happy to help.

Using the shovel, Eric pushes the coffin closed, trapping the flames with the body before filling it back in. Once finished, he yawns and scratches behind his head.

Olivia - We have some blankets here. You can crash for the night.

Eric yawns again.

Eric - I think I'll take you up on that offer.

It's not until the early afternoon that Olivia wakes from the first decent sleep in ages. Heading out, she goes to check on Eric, only to find that he's already left. On the table next to the sofa, she finds a note.

'Hope you slept well Eric'

Smiling, she sets the note down and heads to the kitchen

Now back at his office stroke home, Eric finishes typing up some notes on the case before printing the pages and putting them in a folder that he places in a filing cabinet.

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kellyurban18 · 2 years ago

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Chapter Thirteen

A/N: This chapter is almost 11k words which may not seem like a lot to us avid readers, but I have been actively trying to keep my chapters short for those busy people trying to read a quick chapter. This is not a short chapter! This is also the last chapter James is going ot actively comment about Sirius, Remus, and Harry together. Henry has trained him well, he has learned his lesson, he is staying silent.This is also the last chapter Lily is actively "bad". You are going to HATE HER, but she gets better after this chapter.Lastly.The scene with Sirius and Harry and his leg was written in my very first draft of this story in a notebook I wrote in during classes. This was written before a certain song came out, so don't be coming for me in the comments. That is all. Have fun reading.

-Day One- Wednesday-

Sirius woke up first which he was immediately grateful about considering the pillow did absolutely little to stop him from reaching his arm and touching Harry’s bare waist. Harry was sleeping facing Sirius, his left leg thrown over the long pillow and his pant leg rose up past his knee. At first Sirius didn’t even register it, but then he was sitting up and rubbing his eyes and that’s when he noticed it.

He had seen the scars last night on Harry’s waist, Remus had even told him they were there and he had a lot of practice of pretending scars don’t exist, but the ones on Harry were more gruesome. Again Remus had told him, but Remus also liked to exaggerate when it came to scars, especially his own so Sirius had assumed that’s what he did with Harry’s. He didn’t.

They weren’t gross by any means, they were actually pretty wicked, but it was his entire leg with indented scars clearly made by a claw. The one on his waist was almost clean cut compared to the ones on his leg which was anything except clean cut. Sirius didn’t know why he thought Harry just had one long claw mark down to his ankle, he knew that’s not how werewolf attacks are like, but in his head that’s just what he had pictured. It was not that at all, it was multiple deep scars, some long, some short, some didn’t indent as deep as the others. Looking away Sirius grabbed the bundled up covers and covered Harry up again watching as he breathed in deeply then relaxed with a soft growl in his chest.

“Knock knock.” Sirius turned just in time as the door opened and Henry poked his head in with a grin, “Oh good you’re awake. I already got breakfast arriving here soon so get dressed, here I had a house elf get a bag of your clothes for you when it was safe to do so. The spell says Remus is sleeping right now, but his rut is in full swing so it’s best you don’t go in there.” Sirius nodded, catching the bag he had tossed into the room so it didn’t hit the floor and wake Harry.

“Thanks.”

“No problem. Harry still has a few hours before I need to wake up so James said if you need to you can shower in his room.”

“Showered last night.” Henry nodded, then frowned as he looked at the bed.

“Is that a pillow between the two of you?”

“Harry’s idea.”

“Harry’s idea or were you so uncomfortable he did it for you?” Sirius blushed, making Henry laugh, “Yeah I have no idea why James is so worried about you three being alone when you’re the one blushing like a virgin over sharing a bed.” With that Henry closed the door behind him and Sirius got out of bed going to the ensuite to get ready for the day.

When he left the bathroom he found Harry still sleeping so he made sure to be as quick and quiet as possible as he left the room avoiding looking in whatever direction James was in.

“Good morning Pads.” James said

“Morning.” Sirius replied stiffly as he made himself some tea

“I feel like I’m parenting a stubborn eight year old all over again.” Henry said rubbing his forehead with one hand, “James nothing happened last night, Sirius James is not a basilisk he can not kill you if you look at him.” Sirius looked up at James and grimaced at the stare he was giving him.

“Anyway…how's Lily? Are you telling her Harry is here for a week?” Sirius asked moving to sit in a chair since James and Henry were sitting on the couch together.

“I will either tell her or one of the kids and have them tell her whoever I see first. Tomorrow we meet with the lawyer again to go over the final copy of the divorce papers.”

“Sounds fun.” SIrius said, smirking at James’ light glare.

“Just be glad yours was easy. Mine and Matteo’s divorce was drawn out.”

“Really? Harry made it seem like he didn’t even know about it until it was done.” James said turning to Henry

“Well Harry was away at school when the first issue came up then when he came home we were going to tell him, but a few days into break Matteo had to go on a work trip and Harry presented as an Omega and it just didn’t happen. So then Harry went back to school and when he came back Matteo was all moved out. I was under the impression he had spoken to Harry before then like he had agreed on, but he didn’t so when Harry came home asking where Matteo was I had to tell him that we had ended things and gotten a divorce, but Matteo promised to see him for the holidays.”

“Did he?” James asked

“No, he never saw him. Harry stayed up all day and night for two days straight waiting by the fireplace, slept on the couch for a week. Then he went to his room and didn't come down for two days and when he finally did acted like everything was fine. No matter how much I tried to talk to him about it he didn’t want to. Still doesn’t.”

“I dare not touch the subject. I’m still trying to make him like me.” James said making Henry laugh

“He likes you, he just thinks you treat him like a child and he’s trying to establish that he isn't one. And I think he had it in his head that every parent parented like I did or maybe he thought something else I don’t know he didn’t really tell me what he thought when he was going to meet you. But I do know that when it comes to Harry you have to take him at his word. You really do he doesn’t like to be doubted. When he says he’s going to do or not do something he means it. So like the whole sex thing, he is not going to have sex until he’s seventeen. You just have to trust that.”

“He said graduation.” James said

“That’s because in his head he is seventeen. We have celebrated March 17th for ten years, that’s not going to go away.”

“It’s not him I don’t trust.” James tried which made Sirius look at him, “No it’s not- I trust you guys obviously but- I don’t know. It’s like the moment you’re together I realize what it means and- I know you and Remus have sex that’s the thing. I’ve heard it and seen it. WIth Charlie I can pretend they haven’t and won’t but you two I can’t and now it’s going to be with Harry.”

“James when Harry is ready for sex not only will I know ahead of time, way before Sirius and Remus even know, you will know too, but only if you prove to Harry you can talk about it without jumping down someone’s throat. Harry likes to talk, he likes to communicate way more than any teeanger or even adult likes. Harry wants to talk about everything, believe me, there hasn’t been a topic we haven’t discussed before, but he won’t do that if he doesn’t feel like he can. You will be the last to know everything that happens in his life if you don’t let up.”

“I know that. I am trying, but Sirius threw me off yesterday then you went and made them sleep together.”

“And nothing happened. See? You had nothing to worry about.”

“I’m not winning this argument am I?” James asked, Henry shook his head as he stood up, “Fine.”

“Fine? Just like that? Remus and I have been saying the exact same thing for almost a month now and you’re telling me all it took was for Henry to say it once and you just give in? Just like that?”

“I’m very persuasive, Sirius.” Henry said, “Now I believe you two have classes to teach in less than thirty minutes. Best to get to your classrooms don’t you think?”

“You are very bossy.” James said standing up as well and grabbing his papers, “Coming Sirius?” Sirius looked over at the two closed bedroom doors.

“Go, they both will be fine. I’ll be here until one of you kicks me out or Harry leaves or I’m needed elsewhere.” Sirius nodded following James out to the hall

“Nothing happened or is going to happen anytime soon.” Sirius told him

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. Merlin knows how I’d react if I were in your shoes. I’d probably castrated you last night.”

“It crossed my mind.” James joked shoving his side into Sirius’, “But despite everything I really do trust you and Moony. Far more than I let show when you’re all together.”

“I know you do and so does Moony. We’re just trying to make everyone happy and it’s not really working out for us.”

“Don’t worry about me Sirius. Really. I’ll be fine, you and Remus just focus on Harry. I’ll come to accept it the more I see you three together not holding back for my sake.” James said, “That’s not permission to just sling your arm around him and hold him against your side though. Let’s build up to that.” Sirius laughed do exactly that to James

“I love you Jamie.”

“I love you too.” James said, “Well actually since we’re alone I need to ask you something.”

“Yes. I will leave my husband and mates for you Jamie. One thousand times yes.” James laughed, shoving his arm off his shoulders turning to look at a grinning Sirius “I’ve been waiting for over twenty years for you to ask me that.”

“You’re a dick. No, I really do want to ask you something.”

“Fine. Ask away.” James looked around then turned to Sirius again.

“Hypothetically if a straight man found another man…attractive…that wouldn’t like.. immediately mean he’s gay…or bi…or anything…right?”

“Oh…a serious question. Okay. Well…firstly no. Just finding anyone attractive doesn’t mean anything about sexuality or personal preferences. Some people think they’re straight, but they’re really Demisexual which just means they need to have an emotional connection to someone to really feel attracted to them. They can find them physically appealing and attractive, but the sexual aspect doesn’t really come until they feel connected to them. So for example if this hypothetical straight person was finding a man attractive because not only do they share a son together, but because they are getting to know each other better and exchange owls on occasional for more than just talking about the son they share-”

“Okay Sirius. I get it, I'm not subtle.” Sirius laughed

“It’s perfectly normal to just not know until you meet someone who makes you question yourself.” Sirius told him sincerely, “And it’s perfectly normal to want to explore what may or may not be happening between you and Henry. Though you should make sure you actually like him and not just because he is obviously great with Harry and has a relationship with him that you don’t yet. You may also want to make sure Harry is okay with it, he already lost one father figure he may not want to lose another due to a breakup. Or he may see this as an unhealthy way to keep you both in his life.”

“Get that from your six months of therapy school?” James joked

“I kept the books and stop turning this into a joke, that's my thing. I mean it James it’s normal alright? It doesn’t make you one thing or another thing. It just means you have a little more of yourself to learn about. You will still be James Potter, my best friend, father to three amazing kids, Quidditch co-captain, and the man who faced Voldemort four times and lived to tell about it, the man who-”

“Alright stop buttering me up I already promised Henry I wouldn’t castrate you this week.” James said, stopping at his office door, “Thanks.”

“Anytime and if you have any more questions you know I’m here.” James nodded then walked into his office and Sirius walked a few doors down to his own office.

*******

Harry left the small room Dumbledore had allowed them to use, apparently his Papa had covered all the bases in the short few hours he had. He hadn’t seen him that morning so hadn’t been able to talk to him about it all, but he would be sure to thank him when he saw him. It also gave him the opportunity to meet the esteemed Dumbledore again, something he hadn’t been able to do with everything else going on.

He had met him once when he was ten and being shown to different schools, but it wasn’t until after the tour and when Harry was looking forward to being part of his Papa’s old school that Dumbledore finally told them he didn’t allow anyone under 11 in no matter the circumstances. Papa hadn’t wanted to fight it in case the Ministry started poking its noses into other aspects of their life and so had accepted it and moved on.

There were many questions Harry wanted to ask the old man, but he didn’t yet as he wanted to wait a little longer, preferably when his family was away from Hogwarts, even temporarily

“Hello?” Harry said, knocking on the open door to the office staring at the person behind the desk. They looked up and looked at him for a second before standing up.

“Harry…hello…come in.” Lily said, smiling at him, “What brings you here?”

‘Just give her a chance, Harry.’ His papa’s voice rang in his head.

“Well I just felt bad that the first day we met I was having a bad day and may have taken it out on you unintentionally. I thought we could maybe try again?” Harry said hesitantly, but Lily smiled and nodded walking closer to him as she flatten down her robes.

“Yes of course. How about dinner? Tonight? Just you and me..Maybe Charlie too in Hogsmeade at five?”

“Sure. That’ll work. I’ll let you get back to grading, but I’ll see you tonight.”

“Tonight then.” Harry gave her a small smile then left. He headed back to the rooms and found his Papa there looking over a file of some kind, “I’m having dinner with Lily tonight. At five.” His papa looked at him and nodded slowly.

“That’s good. I’m glad you reached out. How was your NEWT?”

“It was fine. I only got stuck on a few problems, but I solved them all and I think I will at least have an E if not an O.”

“That’s good.”

“If I get anything below an E I’m blaming Remus and making him pay for a retest.” His papa laughed

“I’m sure he will consider that fair and happily do it. Though I know you well enough to know you won’t get anything below an E, you haven’t since fourth year after all.”

“James says she has a tendency to be late to things…how long do I wait?” His papa stiffened slightly then set his file down on the coffee table to look at him. He either heard the double meaning or saw it somewhere on Harry’s face because he gave Harry a small smile.

“Not this long cub. Never this long.” His Papa stood up and grabbed Harry's chin then pressed a kiss to Harry’s forehead, “You don’t need anyone who makes you wait for more than thirty minutes without an excuse.” He whispered, pressing another kiss to Harry’s head, then he kneeled in front of him, “want to talk about it?”

“No.” Harry said softly

“Harry-” The door opened, interrupting whatever his Papa was going to say.

“Someone tell me why I decided teaching was a fun idea?” James said as he pulled off his outer robe and came into the sitting area, “hey everything okay?”

“Yeah I have homework.” Harry said standing up and escaping to his room before his Papa could stop him.

“I am so sorry…did I interrupt an important talk?” James asked, grimacing, making Henry chuckle as he stood up.

“No it’s okay Harry was about to close up anyway. You learn to pick your battles with him and emotional conversations are definitely a war. One you win by knowing when you retreat and when to strike again. He’ll talk when he’s ready. That I have no doubt. Even if it’s little pieces like that.” Henry told him

“Is he okay?’

“He told me he has dinner plans with your ex wife and apparently you told him she has a tendency to be late to things so he asked me how long he should wait for her but there was a double meaning behind his words. It’s fine. He’ll be okay.”

“Matteo.” James guessed getting a nod from Henry, “Are you sure you shouldn’t try to pry deeper into it?”

“Positive. Harry communicates about a lot, if he didn’t then I would pry, but he does communicate which tells me it’s just something he doesn’t have the words to say yet or he’s still feeling too much about it. Whatever it is he won’t talk until he’s ready, Trust me James if I was worried I would trap him until he talked.”

“Okay. I just worry.”

“I know so do I, but he’s okay. Now tell me why you hate teaching today while I make some tea.”

******

Harry sat across from Charlie at the table drumming his fingers lightly as he looked around again.

“I’m sure she’ll be here soon.” Charlie said again, Harry nodded giving him a tight smile, “No really. She’s always late for something, but she’ll be here.”

“Okay.” Harry said, “So how are your classes?”

“They’re fine. I’m having trouble with astronomy, but I never really liked it.”

“I can help you study. I take Advanced Astronomy and Advanced Astrology.”

“Really? That would be great. You sure?”

“Yeah, anytime. Really. I love those classes.”

“Aren’t you super busy though?”

“No, I have time. I’ll be here all week anyway so just pick a time and place and I’ll be there. Promise.”

“Thanks Harry.”

Before they knew it they were ordering food and then dessert and then fighting over who was going to pay with Harry winning then they were leaving. Charlie ran into his friends when they reached the castle so it was only Harry who walked into the family rooms not surprised to see everyone in the sitting area waiting.

“How was dinner?” His Papa asked

“The roasted duck could have better spices. It tasted bland, honestly, The potatoes were flavorful, but lacking a little something too. But the steamed vegetables were great and the chocolate cake was to die for. So…a solid three out five.” Harry said, with a shrug as he pulled off his outer robe.

“Noted, but I was asking more about the company.” His Papa said playing along

“Ah. Well Charlie is a great conversationalist though it’s very..I wanna say….immature at times. Though he did make up for it by asking a lot of questions and looking interested in the topics we discussed. Though at one point he looked almost ready to cry when potions were brought up so that died rather quickly. So….a solid three point five out five, but there's always room for improvement.”

“She didn’t show up did she?”

“Nope.” Harry said, opening the wine cabinet and pulling out a red looking at the label as he pulled down a wine glass, “Cabernet. Fancy.” Harry said uncorking it

“What do you think you are doing?” James asked

“James, I will drink this entire bottle right in front of you just to make a point. I’ll regret it in the morning, but I will do it.” James wisely stopped talking after Henry elbowed him so Harry only poured himself one glass then everyone else a glass. He used his magic to float two glasses to James and his Papa, but carried Sirius’ glass to him where he was sitting on a chair with papers on his lap and side table.

“Thank you.” Sirius said, taking the glass, Harry smiled and sat on the arm of the chair to look at the papers.

“James and I will be right back.” His Papa said, grabbing James and pulling him to the bedroom.

“Are you doing this on purpose?” Sirius asked

“Not everything I do is to piss James off.” Harry told him, “You can’t tell me he doesn’t let Charlie drink wine on occasion.”

“No he does, but-”

“Exactly. I’m not doing anything my twin brother hasn’t done. Now scoot I want to sit beside you.” Sirius blushed much to Harry’s amusement, but he did scoot over in the chair enough to give Harry room to sit beside him instead of on the arm.

“I can enlarge it if you’d like?”

“Nope I’m good unless you need more elbow room.”

Sirius did need more elbow room , but he didn’t move to enlarge the chair or say that instead he just settled back into the chair with Harry. A few minutes later James and Henry came back out, James looked like he just got the lecture of a lifetime and his Papa looked like he did after he won an argument with Harry. Victorious, amused, and smug. Harry hated that look.

-Day Two-Thursday-

James stood in the doorway of Harry’s room staring at him as he studied whatever advanced class he was taking a NEWT on next. He knocked on the opened door drawing Harry’s attention from his book towards him.

“Oh hey you need something?” Harry asked, setting his quill down.

“I wanted to talk to you…about yesterday.” James said, stepping into the room, “more specifically about the dinner.”

“James, it's fine.” Harry said, releasing a breath as he pushed himself up onto his knees moving his hair from his face.

“It’s not fine and I’m sorry she did that. I’m not defending her, but Lily gets lost in her work sometimes especially when it’s about the potions she works on with Snape. She loses track of time and forgets her plans. I don’t know if that’s what happened yesterday, but it’s happened enough that I sort of just came to expect it after so many years,” James told him as he sat on the edge of the bed looking at Harry.

“James, really it’s fine. I think Charlie was more upset than I was. You should talk to him, not me.”

“Charlie doesn’t talk to me. He isn’t like you and maybe that’s my fault, but he doesn’t talk. Ariel does sometimes, but not always. Maybe I’ll sick Henry on them.” Harry laughed

“Papa has a way to make anyone talk. He just has that energy around him I think.”

“Yeah he’s…great. Raised you a lot better than I would have that’s for sure.”

“No you’d just have raised me differently. I’d probably be more social.”

“That’s definitely true. Anyway I am sorry about her. Just…do what you want, but just know she does plan on coming here one day and apologizing and making plans for a redo. You can say no or yes, I don’t care, but try to let her explain okay?”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Okay. So what are you working on?” James asked, laying down on his side with his elbow propped up and his head resting on his hand.

“Transfiguration essay. It’s the only core subject that I’m not actually good at. Well I have to work really hard for the E techincally.”

“Really? That was my best subject. Scoot I’ll help.”

“Good luck.” Harry said grinning as James laid beside him and looked at his book.

That’s how his Papa found them a few hours later, laying on their stomachs side by side going over his transfiguration essay.

-Day Three-Friday-

Harry had another NEWT that day, his Study of Ancient Magic NEWT that he was extremely confident about. After his NEWT he went to Sirius’ office not finding him there he went to his classroom not finding him in the room with the desk, but he did find him in the open room where Harry assumed the dueling practice happened.

“Finally found you.” Harry said smiling as he entered the room, Sirius looked up and spotted him.

“Oh hey Harry. You had a NEWT didn’t you?”

“Yeah, but it was easy. I’ve no doubt I passed.”

“That’s good. Did you need something or just came to say hi?”

“I wanted to ask if I could come to your Dueling Club meeting tonight. Charlie invited me a few weeks ago, but I wanted to run it by you. first”

“Oh yeah of course you can come. You can come anytime you want to. Open invitation. Ariel and Charlie will be there.”

“Okay good. I’ll see you tonight then.”

“Tonight.”

Later that night Harry walked into the room with Ariel beside him as she told him about her classes and what she had been up to for the past almost two weeks. Charlie looked excited and surprised to see him, coming over to stand with them.

“I was joking when I said you should come and mark your territory, you know.” Charlie said making Harry laugh

“That’s not why I’m here.” Harry told him, “Although by the number of girls here I think I should mark my territory. Or make Remus mark it for us when he’s done.”

“Yeah that’s what the girls need. A reminder that Sirius has sex. Remus accidentally marked Sirius the first year they taught here where they could see it and the girls giggled for weeks.”

“Oh great.” Harry grumbled folding his arms, making Charlie laugh.

“It’ll be fine you’ll see.”

Charlie was right of course…kind of. The girls who were bold enough to flirt only did it minimally and soon stopped when Sirius ignored their attempts. There were a few cheesy ‘wand placement mishaps’ but even that was more amusing and pitiful than anything. Then the duels began with partners and Harry declined Charlie and his friends' attempts to get him to participate.

“You don’t want to duel?” Sirius asked coming to stand beside him

“Nope. I just came here to scope out the competition.” Harry said

“The competition? You looking to go into Dueling Competitions after graduation?”

“No.”

“Then what competition were you-” Sirius blushed much to Harry’s amusement, “Alright don’t make me kick you out.”

“Charlie told me I should come to one of these because some girl kept unbuttoning her blouse around you or something.” Sirius chuckled shaking his head

“Rest assured not only are my students not my type, but neither are the young women who are determined to make me realize I am in fact straight and not at all in love with my husband. It’s never going to happen.”

“Oh good I’d hate to have to eat one of them. Humans don’t digest very well for our wolf.” Harry said grinning when Sirius turned to him.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Harry said with an innocent shrug as he walked towards where Charlie and his friends were before Sirius could stop him.

The rest of the club meeting Harry spent with Charlie and his friends getting to know them though a little more especially since they both would be joining him and Neville in the summer since Neville understood and was okay with changing the plan this year.

Charlie’s friends weren’t horrible, they were loud and a little not his type of people, but they weren’t terrible. Harry thought he’d be able to survive them if he was given enough space.

That night Sirius kept staring at him as if waiting for him to puke up a Human which was very amusing.

“Will you stop Sirius. I have never eaten someone. It was a joke.” Harry said laughing

“Promise?”

‘I swear.”

“Okay. Good. Goodnight Harry.”

‘Goodnight Sirius.” Harry said amused, rolling his eyes as he rolled onto his side and fell asleep after Sirius’ breathing evened out.

-Day Four- Saturday-

“Hey you okay in here?” Harry stuck his thumb up high enough for Sirius to see, but didn’t move anymore than that as he buried himself back under the covers, “Don’t tell me you’re getting sick now?”

“No, I'm fine.” Harry said moving to poke his head out of the covers to look at him though without his glasses he was more of a blurry figure at the distance he was at than anything, “Is my Papa awake?”

“He and James left early this morning. Something about your sixth birthday pictures.” Harry groaned not just because his Papa was showing those pictures, but also because he wasn’t here, “You know I helped raise Charlie and Ariel, dealt with tons of illnesses and vomiting. One time Ariel came into our bed in the middle of the night and puked on our faces. In her sleep. So then I puked and then Remus had to deal with two puking people at three in the morning.” Harry laughed as he pulled the covers down to around his neck instead of over his head.

“I’m not sick. My leg is just tight so it’s hard to bend or move or walk really and every time I do move it, it hurts. It happens sometimes.” Harry told him Sirius pushed off the door frame and came closer to the bed, “I’ll be fine, I just need to prepare myself for a world of pain once I get the motivation to move.”

“Anything I can do to help?” Sirius asked

“You can grab my wand that is a foot away from me on the nightstand.” Harry said, Sirius rolled his eyes, but did in fact grab his wand for him and set it beside him then he sat on the edge of the bed so Harry’s back faced him.

“Anything else? Want me to fluff your pillow? Tuck you in? Read you a story?”

“Given the situation I really didn’t think you’d want to explore the Daddy Kink.”

“Don’t make me vomit on you Harry.” Harry grinned

“No, I'm okay. I’ll just be immobile until I brave the pain.” Sirius pressed his lips together as he stared at him.

“Roll onto your back.” Harry turned to him with a frown, but sighed and conceded when Sirius only stared at him.

“Why am I - ow- moving onto my back?” Harry asked, wincing slightly when he had to bend his leg a little to get into a comfortable position. Sirius grabbed his left leg and set it on his lap then he pushed the pant leg up as high as it would go, “What are you doing?” He asked

“I used to do this with Remus whenever he got new scars and with his old ones.” Sirius told him using his wand to summon a black bag, “The only time I was interested in Potions and really applied myself was when I was making these.” He pulled out a clear cup with blue liquid in it.

“Paint?” Harry asked, “You applied yourself to make paint?”

“Heating Paint with Muscle relaxer and pain reliever infused into it. I would sit in the infirmary bed while he laid down however it was comfortable and I would paint on his new scars to help him sleep better.” Sirius told him as he set the multiple cups of various colors on a tray.

“Go for it.” Harry said amused as watched Sirius pull his hair into a messy bun then he wet a paint brush and dipped it into a dark blue, almost black, “That’s cold!” Harry shouted, jerking his leg away, grimacing when he did.

“Relax, it heats up gradually. Just lay your leg down.” Sirius said, pulling his leg back down, “It’ll heat up.”

“Harry narrowed his eyes, but didn’t say anything as Sirius seemed to concentrate as he ran the brush over one of the deeper scars, it was jagged and one of the longer ones that ran from just above his knee down to his ankle. The tip of Sirius’ tongue stuck out a little as he ran another stroke beside the previous,. The paint was starting to heat up a little, but only after it hit his skin and he could almost feel the other potions starting to work as well.

“You did this for Remus?”

“I did. It started off mostly because well he was in pain obviously, but he also didn’t like his scars. He hated them. So I painted over them, I was terrible at it ,still am mind you, this is not going to be a masterpiece. But eventually Remus accepted his scars as much as I did. He stopped focusing on them as much.”

“Well I don’t mind my scars, not really. I guess the way I grew up they were more of a normal thing to have. My Papa has scars, my uncle Frankie has scars, the pack has scars. It was normal.”

“Everytime I try to get Remus to contact other werewolves he shuts down, he doesn’t want us to associate with other werewolves.”

“That’s because of his father isn’t it?” Sirius looked at him, “What? Lyall Lupin has visited pack territories ever since I could remember, he is not shy to tell us we are monsters. Even me. He looked me in the face when I was six years old and said I would grow up and eat my Papa one Full Moon just because he saw I had a limp around the Full Moon.”

“He said that to you?” Sirius asked shocked

“It’s fine. I cried, but that’s about it. Papa and Uncle Frankie reassured me that what he said was not true and I eventually got over it.”

“Lyall hates every werewolf except his own son, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t influence his son’s way of thinking.”

“I heard that a few Alphas offered to take him and raise him in a pack.”

“I wouldn’t know and Remus probably doesn’t even know about it.”

“I’ll take you to the Pack Territory one day. I think you’d like it.”

“Good luck convincing Remus.”

“Do not underestimate the power an Omega has over their Alpha. Everyone thinks the Alpha is the dominant one, but really it’s the omega. We have the alpha eating from our fingertips with just one little please. Alphas are more there to keep the Omega in line than anything.”

“Oh really?” Sirius asked with a laugh as he got to his knee, Harry shifted a little, stiffening as the brush strokes got closer to his kneecap.

“Yeah. But don’t tell any Alpha I said that.”

“Deal.” His brush finally brushed gently over the more ragged scars over his knee letting Harry relax a little, “It’s hard sometimes remembering Moony is an Alpha. I always picture Alphas to be the stereotypical asshole guys, but Remus is the opposite.”

“Most Alphas are the complete opposite, just like how most Omegas aren’t actually attached to the side of their Alpha and look at them adoringly the minute they meet.”

“I don’t know….pretty sure I caught you staring at Moony with heart eyes within two seconds.” Harry laughed as Sirius grinned at him, obviously joking.

“It’s the married part. I always dreamed of becoming a homewrecker when I was younger.” Sirius snorted, shaking his head.

“You’re not a homewrecker. We always knew someone was out there. We were always prepared to run into them whenever we left the house, we just never thought it’d be you. I was always scared of the unknown and by extension, our omega mate. I didn't know who they were, how old, where they were, would we upend their life as much as they would ours? I hated it. Once I got over the essential shock of Remus telling me the first emotion was relief. You being who you are, James’ son, my godson, the twin brother to a boy I helped raise. None of it mattered or even crossed my mind honestly, not until later. Those first few minutes, hell first few hours, I was relieved and I was excited because we knew and I didn’t have to worry about it anymore.”

“What were you worried about the most?”

“That Remus would meet the omega while he was out alone one day and leave me for him. It was irrational, I knew it every time I thought it, but I couldn’t help it. Everytime we went out to the Dragon's Cafe, every time he went out for a new book he wanted, everytime he went to go do whatever it was he wanted to do and I stayed behind I thought he’d come home a different person. He’d either tell me outright he didn’t want me anymore or he’d leave in the middle of the night with or without a note as his only goodbye.”

“That must have sucked.”

“It did, but again, I knew even while I was thinking it that it was irrational. I was overreacting and letting my abandonment issues get the best of me. I think Remus knew a little bit, or maybe he just knew I didn’t like him going out without me, he always brought home something for me. It took a few years for him to feel comfortable spending my money, but I finally told him if he didn’t spend it I’d do it for the both of us and trust me Harry we did not want that when I was in my twenties.” Harry laughed, grinning, “That finally got him to do it.”

“That bad were you?”

“Let’s put it this way. Yours and Charlie’s first birthday, I bought you both your very first toddlers broom. Top of the line, new release. I also bought you both a kiddie quidditch set and customized leather jackets that said Padfoot’s Pals on the back for when I took you on the motorcycle. Made a pretty nice dent I must say.”

Harry smiled softly as he looked up at the ceiling feeling the brushstrokes go up to his thighs now.

“What was your second most worry?” Harry asked a few minutes later.

“Um…I don’t know. That one was the one that always stuck with me. I guess if I had to pick it’d be that the omega would be the type of person who would do everything in their power to keep Remus to himself as much as he could. Like shut me out a little.”

“Talk about abandonment issues.” Sirius laughed, nodding, “Geesh and I thought I had issues.”

“What did you think about?” Sirius asked

“Older. They had to be older. That was like a must, it wasn’t optional.”

“Confronting those daddy issues head on were you?” Harry laughed nodding.

“Absolutely.” Harry giggled, “I was going to make one daddy love me, it didn't matter who it was at that point.” Harry grinned before sobering a little, “No I just didn’t picture myself with someone my own age I guess. I was never very social, so picturing myself with someone who had a lot of friends who went out every weekend to have a good time honestly sounded like torture.”

“Not every weekend, but Remus and I try to go out at least once a month. Usually something small, but occasionally we’ll go to a pub or a Quidditch game or something muggle. We went to a footie game once or twice.”

“Matteo was a big Footie fan. He’d kick the ball with me whenever I wanted and he took me to a few games when I was younger. He was raised in the muggle world despite both of his parents being magical. His father was from Italy, he was fun, his mother was from here, but was always busy doing one thing or another. I didn’t see her much.”

“Did they stop talking to you?”

“Not at first, but slowly their owls became less frequent. Every now and again I’ll get a letter asking how I am, but I haven’t seen them in almost two years. There was some excuse or another around the holidays or birthdays.”

Sirius cleaned his brush then switched it out for a thinner one and dipped it in white.

“Henry said it’s one of the things you don’t talk to him about.”

“There’s nothing to say and if you dare paint a full moon on my leg I’ll cut your hair in your sleep.”

“I’m not painting a full moon.”

“You're painting the dog constellation aren’t you?” Sirius laughed and Harry looked down and sure enough Sirius was putting little dots on his leg, “Of course you are. A dog always has to mark his territory.”

“It’s the only thing I know how to paint well. I painted it on Remus all the time, it was the only thing he allowed me to paint after a while actually.”

“Because it was your way of claiming him. Even if it was temporary. Your magic reacts to everything you do even if you don’t completely feel it. You’re painting something that represents you, so your magic is sort of intertwining with the paint. It’s brushing against our bond almost similar in a way wolf mates would brush against it when scenting their mate or something similar. It’s the closest thing you’ll be able to come to claiming us until we bond completely.”

“Really? Remus never told me that.”

“He was probably worried about scaring you off. Some humans are scared of the mating bond, he probably worried about your reaction if you knew you were marking him as yours. Has he ever scented you or anything?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Oh you’d know. You wouldn’t be able to miss it.”

“He’s marked me certainly, but-”

“No this would be different than giving you a love mark on your neck in the heat of the moment. It has to be international. Like you’re doing right now is intentional and sort of planned. You knew what you were going to do before you did. Scenting or Marking your mate can’t be done accidentally.”

“Is it bad that he hasn’t?” Sirius asked looking at him

“No, of course not. It’s just…not common, but Omegas are known to mark or scent more often than Alphas.” Sirius nodded before going back to his painting, Harry hadn’t even noticed when his leg relaxed and he had become used to the heat sinking into his leg. He looked down at it and chuckled seeing Sirius’ tongue sticking out again as he concentrated connecting two dots, “How’s that working out for you anyway? With all the dips with loss of fat.”

“You let me worry about the dips, you just focus on the benefits.”

“I think I can bend it now without wanting to cry.”

“See? Told you it works. Took me ten tries to make everything work together properly, but I eventually got it. I missed this actually, It sort of just died down with the Wolfsbane Potion.”

“Well you can paint mine anytime. Try some dog flowers next time use the scars as the stem.”

“Sure.” Sirius said with a grin.

The next few minutes passed in silence as Sirius finished up his painting then he kept his leg on his lap letting him keep it on for as long as wanted.

“It doesn’t dry?” Harry asked a few hours later when he entered the bathroom where Sirius was drawing him a hot bath.

“It doesn’t stay completely wet, but no it doesn’t dry either. It makes it easier to clean up.” Sirius told him, Harry nodded going over to sit on the edge of the sunken tub watching as hot water filled it.

“Wanna join me?” Harry asked making Sirius laugh

“Nice try, not only would I be murdered, I would also be burned alive. I have learned my lesson to never share a bath or shower with a werewolf when they want it hot to soothe their muscles. My hot and their hot are completely different.”

“Chicken.” Harry said grinning before he looked at Sirius as he watched the water fill up as if it required his entire concentration, “Thank you.”

Sirius turned to him wide eyed then he smiled at him, Sirius’ cheeks turning a little pink as he shrugged, scrunching his nose a little.

“It was nothing.”

“It was not nothing.” Harry said frowning, “You spent like four hours with my leg on your lap doing nothing, but sitting there and talking with me about whatever came up. It meant a lot, honestly.”

“You’re welcome.” Sirius said turning red before he looked away for a moment, “Anytime you need me, for anything, I’ll be there. Even if it’s just to sit with you and paint your leg again. I had fun.”

“For the bath too.”

“Anytime.” Sirius said again before he tapped the side of the bath before standing up, “I’m going to leave and clean up, yell if you need me.”

“Okay.”

Sirius gave him a smile before he was leaving the bathroom leaving Harry alone to get undressed and climb into the steaming bath water. Harry was sad to see the paint wash off his leg so easily. He could hear Sirius moving around in the other room, but other than that it was silent. If he concentrated hard enough he could faintly smell Remus in the other room, but it wasn’t strong.

The rest of the day was spent in bed as they both worked on their separate things. Harry had his classwork and Sirius had papers to grade and lessons to plan. When James and his Papa came back, James poked his head in, clearly wondering why they were in bed, but he didn’t say anything as he grinned at them before leaving the room again.

Sunday Harry spent the day with his brother and sister then Monday and Tuesday was spent studying for his next NEWT test and doing his classwork. Tuesday night Harry noticed Sirius was acting strange.

‘Everything okay?’ Harry asked eyeing Sirius

‘Yeah of course…so..Remus is going to be done tomorrow right?”

“He’s probably done now, but his pheromones haven’t left his body yet. So probably around two or three in the morning he’ll be back to his normal shelf. He’ll probably shower then be so exhausted he’ll go back to sleep, but yes he should be fine by lunch.”

“Are you leaving tomorrow?”

“I don’t have to. I’m top of my class and ahead of most of them. My professors accommodate all of the students who have the grades for it. I have a classmate who only comes in once a month. I can stay longer.” Sirius nodded as he pulled back the covers, “I can stay until my heat, maybe spend the full moon with you guys depending how close I am to it by then.”

‘Yeah that might be fun. James would love it, but Moony might be hesitant.”

“I’ll warm Remus up to the idea.” Harry folded back his side of the covers not commenting on the lack of the pillow between them tonight. Sirius had made it a point every night to put it there except, apparently, tonight.

“Goodnight.” Sirius said

“Goodnight.”

Harry lay awake long after Sirius fell into a restless sleep, he kept tossing and turning in his sleep when usually Sirius slept in one position all night. By eleven Harry was debating whether or not to tie Sirius to the bed to keep him from moving again. By one Harry was contemplating if Azkaban was really that terrible. By two Harry was staring at his wand on the nightstand longingly. By two fifteen Harry rolled onto his side glaring at Sirius’ back. By two thirty he had an arm around Sirius’ waist and his left leg atop of SIrius’ legs, his chest pressed against Sirius’ back as he let his growling soothe him into a more peaceful sleep. His scent filled Harry’s nose as he pressed his face to his back, Sirius’s entire body sunk into the mattress so Harry stayed there closing his eyes and falling asleep as well.

Harry was only asleep for a few hours from what he could tell when he woke up again. It wasn’t from Sirius, but instead from voices drifting into the room despite the charms in place that kept most sounds from entering other rooms.

“He shouldn’t be in there!” A voice that sounded like Remus drifted into the room. Sirius shifted in his sleep so Harry tightened his arm around him feeling him relax again.

“-are fine. -slept there all week. -to sleep Remus.” His Papa’s voice drifted in and out of the room

“-check on him.”

“No- wake Harry.”

Harry slowly climbed out of bed then grabbed a warm robe and wrapped it around him as he opened his bedroom door and poked his head out. His Papa, James, and Remus were all out in the living room facing each other. Remus looked exhausted, but very determined while James looked torn and his Papa Harry knew that look. His Papa would stand there all night long to make sure Remus didn’t do anything he didn’t agree with.

“Great. See told you we’ll wake up.” His Papa said looking irritated as he folded his arms.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to wake you. Is Sirius awake too?”

“No he’s still asleep, but he’s been restless all night. I almost murdered him honestly.” Harry said, closing the door behind him as he walked into the living room.

“I’ll wake him and take him back to our room so you can sleep.” Remus said but Harry blocked his path.

“Remus, he's fine. Let him sleep, he still has to teach in the morning and you look exhausted. We have to be sure all of your new pheromones settle before you can be alone with him again. You may be out of your Rut, but you now have new pheromones and hormones that you need to get used to. You also have a permanent fixture that you’ll need to get to know so you don’t hurt him.”

“I’m fine.” Remus insisted his eyes not leaving the closed door.

“You are not fine.” Harry said gently pushing Remus onto the couch and sitting beside him so he had to break his stare on the door.

“I-”

“Look I know you haven’t slept away from your mate in years, your Rut not counting, you can join us in my bed if you want, but you are not sleeping with him alone tonight. Not right now anyway.”

Remus hesitated, moving back against the couch to look at the closed door then he looked at him.

“Come on. Let’s go to sleep together. He’ll sleep better I think anyway. We can put him in the middle.”

Remus nodded, letting Harry grab his hand and led him to the bedroom, he turned back to his Papa and James and gave them a tight smile before he gently pushed Remus into the room. Sirius had turned in his sleep since Harry had left, his back was now facing the door and he had moved closer to the middle, his nose slightly buried into Harry’s pillow. Remus immediately moved to the bed and laid behind Sirius wrapping himself around him like Harry had been and taking in his scent.

“I missed you, Pads.” Remus whispered, pressing a kiss to Sirius’ bare shoulder up his neck and stopping at his cheek. Harry walked around the bed and laid on his side of the bed pulling the covers over Remus first then himself.

“Now go to sleep.” Harry whispered, Remus nodded still buried into Sirius’ neck, his eyes closed, but he was awake. It was normal for an Alpha and Omega to miss their mates after a Heat or Rut even if they were spent together.

“I didn’t do anything right?” Remus asked softly

“Besides walking through my school with your wand practically on display for anyone in the halls? No. You were still in the phase of wanting to scent us and mark us only a little bit of sex obsessed. You were easy to get rid of promise.”

“Good. I only remember going to the bed with him then it’s hazy.”

“I’m sorry. I should have warned you better.”

‘No. I read the books. I just didn’t connect the hints until it was too late and by then I didn’t really have control.”

“Go to sleep. You’ll be okay. You’ll be aroused more easily for a few weeks, take it slow at sex for a while especially in the beginning until you can recognize your knot forming. You’ll have to control both yourself and Sirius, he’ll probably try to push himself. It’ll be fine though, you’ll know when to stop yourself and him, but you want to get in the habit of recognizing it yourself just in case.”

Remus nodded, tightening his arm around Sirius’ waist.

“He hasn’t been a terrible bed partner for you has he?”

“No. Tonight he wasn’t only so restless because I think he was worried about you coming out of your rut.” Remus nodded then kissed Sirius’ shoulder again before he relaxed on the mattress, “Night.”

“Goodnight Harry.”

Harry rolled onto his side and pulled the covers closed to his body as he closed his eyes.

The next time Harry woke up it was another few hours later and it was because of the soft voices filling the air.

“No we usually kept a pillow between us, I guess we forgot it last night.” Sirius whispered, sounding amused about something. Harry shifted slightly, rubbing his head against his pillow only then realizing it wasn’t his pillow at all rather a hard..something. Then suddenly fingertips were rubbing his side gently.

“It’s only natural that without a barrier he seeks out a mate to cuddle. You just happen to be the one in the middle.” Harry patted around until he found Remus’ mouth then he covered it with his hand.

‘Shhhhhh.. Let me enjoy this a little longer.” Harry said as he snuggled more deeply into Sirius’ side trying to get as small and entwined as possible. Sirius laughed as he hugged him tightly.

‘My arm is asleep.” Sirius told him

“So am I now shut up.” Harry said, moving his hand from Remus to cover Sirius’ mouth., “Shhhh.”

“Sirius has to get up to teach classes soon.” Remus told him

“Screw ‘em.” Harry said

“You have a NEWT test today.” Harry laid there for a moment then he groaned miserably and rolled away from Sirius.

“Ruin all of my fun.” Harry grumbled.

“How have your other NEWTs gone?” Remus asked, Harry turned to look at him, noticing he still looked exhausted as he held his head up from his hand. Sirius was laying on his back, but Remus’ arm was around his waist. Harry figured he had been curled up to Sirius’ side before he rolled away.

“Have you slept yet?”

“No. I stayed up. I’ll sleep later.”

“Did I keep you up?” Harry asked

“No. You were fine. It was actually very soothing, I kept myself awake.” Harry nodded then turned to Sirius and laughed.

“Stayed awake doing that, were you?” Harry asked

“Doing what?” Sirius asked, touching his throat, “What did you do?” He asked looking at Remus before he was scrambling off the bed climbing over Harry then he ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, “GOD DAMN IT MOONY!”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t help it.” Remus said standing up and going to stand behind Sirius as he wrapped his arms around his waist from behind him, “I’ll help cover it up, I promise.”

“You better.” Sirius said, still examining the large red mark on his neck, “Did you try to eat me or something? Fucks sake Moony.”

“I’m sorry.” Remus said again

“What’s the protocol when your mates are about to snog in your own bathroom? Does one watch or do they look away and pretend to be busy?” Harry asked, Sirius laughed as Remus turned to him trying to look more stern than amused.

“We are not about to snog.” Remus said releasing Sirius and entering the bedroom then he crawled into the bed and laid beside Harry on his stomach, “So what did you two do while I was...busy.”

“We didn’t really do anything. I had classes, Harry had school work and NEWTs, Saturday we spent the day in here since James and Henry were gone most of the day, Sunday Harry spent it with Charlie and Ariel, and the last two days Harry was busy.” Sirius told him as he came out of the bathroom and grabbed some of his robes that the house elves kept hanging up in the closet.

“That’s it? No wild adventures? No arrests? No outstanding warrants I need to know about?”

“Oh we had sex on Big Ben. Got arrested. Escaped. Got drunk. Blew each other in a shitty bathroom stall, You know the usual.” Harry said with a shrug, Sirius laughed as he went into the bathroom and closed the door enough that they couldn’t see inside of it, but left it open so he could still talk to them.

“Don’t forget about the hippogriff race we had.’

“Which naturally ended in kinky wild sex in the forest.”

‘Oh great I have two of you like this.” Remus complained though he was grinning as he hugged the pillow under his head, “You two are going to need bail money the first time we go drinking together I just know it,”

“That’s when you know you’ve had a good time Moony” Sirius said with a grin as he stepped out of the room as he finished buttoning his shirt, “I need to get breakfast in me and get to my classroom. Get some sleep Moonpie.” Sirius came over and pressed a kiss to Remus’ head.

“Mmm. Have fun.” Remus mumbled sleepily

“Good luck with your NEWT today Harry.”

‘Thanks. See you later.” Sirius gave him a small smile before he turned and left the room.

Harry slid out of bed a few minutes later and grabbed his own clothes and changed in the bathroom. He really had to get back on his schedule, Harry realized as he felt a small pain in his leg. The past week Harry had slept in and didn’t do as much stretches as he should have. When he left the bathroom Remus was hugging his pillow close to his face as he slept on Sirius’ pillow. Harry smiled softly as he pulled the covers over Remus’ sleeping body then he grabbed his things and left the room as well. Sirius was gone, but James and his Papa were still there.

“Hey, is he still asleep?” James asked

“He just went to sleep. Stayed awake all night.”

“That’s not unheard of.” His Papa said Harry nodded knowing that already, but he knew he said it for James’ sake.

“I have to study for my NEWT today and I thought I’d stay here until my Heat comes if that’s okay?” Harry said, James grinned nodding.

“Of course it’s okay. You can stay here for as long as you want to, you know that.”

“If that’s what you want to do. Just make sure you tell your professors. I’m staying one more night then I have to go to Scandinavia for at least a week. You’ll be okay without me if your heat comes before I'm back?”

“I’ll be okay. I’ll just go home and lock myself in my nest like usual.”

“Okay I’ll make sure there’s snacks and water bottles and everything else there you’ll need.”

“I really don’t need you to stock my lube drawer Papa. I can do it myself.” Harry said with a blush

“Fine, I'll stock your food and water then.”

“FIne. I’m going to go hide in the library until my NEWT, make sure he eats if he wakes up.” Harry said

“Okay. We will. Good luck.”

“Thanks.” Harry said softly before he left the room.

After his NEWT Harry found Remus still asleep in the bedroom though it had apparently been a light sleep considering Remus woke up when Harry set his things on the desk in the corner.

“Sorry.” Harry said looking at him, Remus looked better though he still looked a little tired.

“No….it’s okay.” Remus mumbled rubbing his face with a hand, “How was your NEWTs? Today's and the past ones?” He asked laying his head down on the pillow again, but he stayed awake as he watched Harry.

“I took my International Wizardry NEWT so it went fine. I am confident in almost all of my questions I answered and the essay was actually on a topic I did a class essay on so it was pretty easy.”

“That’s good. What about the other ones?”

“My Arithmancy NEWT I took last week I told everyone that if I get less than an E on it I’m making you pay for a retest. Then my Study of Ancient Magic NEWT was relatively easy as well. I took that last Friday. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that I know I passed my Magical Creature Studies NEWT.”

“That��s good.” Harry went over with his Defense Against Magic book and laid on his stomach beside Remus, “What’s your next NEWT? You have four more this month right?”

“I have one Friday, Sunday, Wednesday, and Friday again. I wanted the last week of the month free for any rescheduling or for my heat whichever I need it for.”

“Smart. What’s Fridays?”

“Healing. It’s a sister class to Dueling. You can sleep some more, ruts and heats are hard on the body. I usually sleep an entire day after my heats.”

“Maybe I will. What time is it?”

“A little past two.” Remus hummed softly and a few minutes later he was back to sleep.

Later that night Harry had already turned in for bed and Sirius, Remus, and James were the only ones awake, Henry having left after Harry went to sleep.

“You ready to turn in then?” Remus asked noticing it was almost midnight

“Yeah I guess.” Sirius said, standing up from the couch and making his way to the bedroom.

“Um..Sirius?”

“Yeah?” He asked looking back at Remus

“Our bed,” Remus said, Sirius frowned then looked and noticed he was standing in front of Harry’s door.

“Oh.” Sirius said though he didn’t move, “We’re supposed to just…leave him alone now?” Sirius asked, frowning at his husband.

“Well…you can’t sleep in his bed forever Sirius.” Sirius raised a brow at him, “I meant- eventually we will but- James help me out here.”

“Not a chance. Henry has trained me all week to keep my mouth shut so that is exactly what I am doing. In fact I am going to bed myself so I am not tempted to say anything. You two go to sleep wherever I don’t want to know or else I’ll have very weird dreams. Goodnight.” As James spoke he had gotten up off his chair and headed straight to his bedroom, closing the door once he had finished speaking.

“Unbelievable.” Remus said softly, shaking his head before looking at Sirius.

“I don’t want to just leave him alone…it feels wrong.”

“It feels wrong sharing his bed.”

“Not to me.” Remus stood there for a moment then he sighed.

“Fine. I guess we can sleep together while he is here if and when he wants to. Let’s go get dressed at least.” Sirius nodded, grinning, heading to their room. After changing into some night clothes they went back to Harry’s room, Harry was asleep, facing the door but his arm was reached out across the bed as his nose brushed against the pillow Remus had used most of the day.

“Let me in the middle this time.” Remus whispered, Sirius didn’t question it as he stepped aside letting Remus slide into the bed moving Harry’s arm to lay across his waist then he opened his other arm for Sirius to lay into.

“See? So much better. You can’t tell me Moony isn’t ecstatic to have us both so close to you.”

“Go to sleep.” Sirius grinned as he settled into sleep.

Remus laid there for a while with Sirius curled into his right side and Harry curled into his left. His arms were around them both and eventually he too fell asleep with Harry’s soft growls feeling the room and his arm across his bare waist touching Sirius’ arm that was laid on Remus as well.

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