#I know the jumps means he'll be under question mark too

[tsarinajissa]

I adore this program every time I see it. This wasn't Matteo's cleanest performance but I'm so lad to see him back (and that 3a was textbook!)

[sadlysoulx]

[12:34]– Enemies to lovers w/ haikyuu boys!!

hello, after 5 months, it's soulx here. I'm sorry I wasn't active lately, too many things are going on, I'm about to change schools AGAIN. thank you for still being here with me you guys, I'm on 450+ followers I DON'T DESERVE YOU ALL😭❤️

warnings: gender neutral but there's a word 'pretty', enemies to lovers, a little angst at the end? hot boys, bad writing, proof read (I think)

Truth to be told, he doesn't hate you, but that doesn't mean you don't hate him. He acts like the meaning of his life is to annoy the hell out of you. Oops, he spilled his coffee on you, why? Because his hand slipped. Taking notes? Trust him to scribble on them for no apparent reason. Eating lunch? He'll eat your lunch with you, literally. You're having a presentation? He'll embarrass you by asking questions you don't know the answer to. Going on a date? Oh dear, he'll stare at you for a long time before asking 'Why?' and you'll stare back at him and ask 'Why not?'. There'll be a long silence before he answers, 'Because I'm here, there's no need to go on a date with a boy you barely know,' he pouts, eyes averting away. After staring at him for some time, that's when you realized that he wasn't annoying you for fun, for his enjoyment or for his satisfaction, but it's because it's only the way for you to take notice of him.

»Bokuto, Hinata, Hoshiumi, TENDOU, Nishinoya, Yamomoto.

War of the Populars. Mister Popular, he's so used to people running up to him, waving at him shyly, giving him variety of gifts and foods. . . so used to people knowing his name. Just for all of that disappearing once you came. People started to forget about him and started fangirling and fanboying at you. What? No! He's definitely not jealous, he's definitely not jealous at how much more popular you are and how much your fanbase is bigger than his, no he's definitely not jealous. Well, ok, maybe he is. He went up to you and angrily confronted about the issue, voicing his concerns and worries and even going as far as demanding you to transfer to another school. . . and to stop being so pretty? His anger boiled even more when you just smirked and sashayed away. If that's how it is, then so be it.

»Oikawa, Atsumu, Futakuchi, TANAKA

Volleyball rivals. He always looks down at you, always thinking that he, the all mighty volleyball king, is better. You hated it, you hated feeling so small as he glares down at you. In training, the both of you would always play to your max as if playing for the nationals. The two of you would always have an one on one match. The two of you would always race to see who is faster, you would play for a very long time to see who has a better stamina. The two of you will always play volleyball so roughly, bruises started forming on your arms. But when you broke your ankle and started crying? He'll be so worried and would start comforting you, rubbing your back and whispering in your ear how much of a good player you are, how he admires you, how much he looks up at you. And that's when you noticed something else stirring in your heart, right when he smiled softly at you.

»Ushijima, Kageyama, KYOTANI, Aran, AKAASHI, Iwaizumi, Kindaichi.

Academic rivals. You're a very hard working student, always on the teacher's good side, always have straight A's, a student council. But that's not enough, you're always the second best. Who's the best then? Ofcourse, it's him. He'll be so smug as waved around his test paper with a 97% mark. You'll be so pissed, scoffing and scrunching up your 94% marked paper. The two of you always have debates in the classrooms, saying that your answers is right but it'll always end up with the both of your answers wrong, and the two of you will glare at each other. One afternoon, you happily went up to him, paper test on your hands, almost tearing it apart in excitement. "What's your score?" You asked. He hid his paper under his desk and stared at you softly. "95%," He answers. You squealed, jumping around the classroom, holding the test paper to your chest, ignoring your classmates' weird looks. "I got 96%!" You laughed at him, shoving your paper under his nose. "Take that, loser!" You happily run out of the classroom and into the hall, screaming at how you finally did better than him, and he'll laugh in amusement, taking out his own paper with a 98% mark on it.

»Tsukishima, Terushima, Kuroo, Yamaguchi, Ennoshita, Kunimi.

Business war. The two of you being entrepreneurs, having your shops across each other. And it's hard, you would go to his shop in terrible disguise trying to steal his customers and he'll always catch you, chasing you outside of his shop with a mop as you laughed to yourself. You're terrible right? No, he's way more worse. He'll pretend to be this elite investigator and walk in your shop like he owns it. Then, he will raise up a finger, slide it over the surface of anything and hold it up again, showing the tiniest speck of dust to your customers. "This is why you shouldn't come to L/N Y/N's shop, very unsanitary," and ofcourse your customers will agree and move to his shop. Because of this it took you a week for your customers to come back on your shop again. But then, for some reason, he started to notice your shop doesn't open anymore for weeks and weeks. Until finally, you came, he excitedly look through the window of his own shop, happy that your back but his smile quickly disappeared. There was a few people who came along with you, you conversed with them and then finally nodding, signing a contract. His heart dropped, your shop will be closed forever and you won't come back. After the people left you, he walked out of his shop and had a normal peaceful conversation with you for the first time. "I- I couldn't handle the shop, I need to close it before something bad happen first," You sighed. To your surprise, he took your hands and smiled at you kindly. "Come to my shop, I'll hire you, I'll pay double if you'd like," Unbeknownst to the both of you, it was just the beginning of your story.

»Osamu, Asahi, Lev, Yaku, Hanamaki, Kita

Social media enemies. For some reason, the two of you battles on who get the most followers, the most likes, the most views, the most anything. He can't let you win and you can't let him either. You went and post a picture of you holding a kitten? Check, he posted himself doing the exact same thing. He did a reaction video? Check, you did it too. The whole school finds it amusing and they even went around and made fanclubs for the two of you. However, when the two of you meets in real life, you'll pretend you didn't know each other. Then scandal blew, it spreads all over the internet that you guys are dating, it was a hit. People kept discussing it on Twitter, people posted badly photo shopped pictures of you and him in Instagram and people kept on posting cringe ship edits on TikTok. Now the two of you are after the clout, so you discussed and planned on fake dating for more. But no hard feelings, no soft feelings, no catching any sort of feelings. Did the plan work? Yes. . . and no. What happened? The two of you became the cutest couple on the internet in a short time. And? The plan backfired, and the two of you are dating for real.

»Suna, Kenma, Shirabu, Konoha.

Opposites attract. That's what they say. But does it really? Because that's not the matter between the two of you. You hated each other to the guts and to the bone and he couldn't believe there's such person like you to exist. He hated the way you're loud, and not to be mean he thinks your laugh is exaggerating, you always try so hard to please everybody, everybody except him. You are the kindest and the most genuine to everybody but to him, you are the exact opposite. You are sweet to his teammates but him. You are the happiest person in the school but when it's the two of you alone, you're annoying and stupid. He hated you. There's so much to hate about you. He can go and on and on for the days and he still wouldn't be finished. But when he saw you standing alone in the rain, face upwards in the sky, hair and clothes drenched, he realized that he's the only one who sees your true colors because he's the only one you trust. He sees you opening your eyes and turning to him, and even when raining he can see tears rolling down your cheeks. You let out a sob as you ran to him, hugging him tight and sobbed harder. He didn't care if you're drenched in rain water, he raised his arms and finally, he hugged you back.

»Sakusa, Suga, Daichi, Ukai, Matsukawa.

i love you guys, stay hydrated, sleep for 8 hours, do your homework and keep a smile on your face <3

I will be still doing enemies to lovers but for separate characters, see you there!!

[yutanology]

Promise Me | Yandere! Nakamoto Yuta X Fem!Reader

Warning : 18+, possessive, foul behaviours, sexual content(nothing biggie), mental illness, death, etc. No proofread. Please, don't be too harsh on me. I'm still new and this is my first ever one shot/fanfiction here :)

Word count : 2.4k+

"Could you just stop?" Y/n whisper shouted at her seatmate who had been bothering her since this morning.

It's not like this is new to her or to anyone in their class but today, he seemed to be more clingy and touchy than he usually was and she found it quite unusual.

By the time she stepped into the school campus this morning, he abandoned his game with his friends on the soccer field just to greet her with his dashing smile and a nice warm hug.

She didn't mind it at first as she was already used to it but when she thought he's going to leave her alone after that, he followed her around instead like a lost puppy. She could almost see a furry tail happily wagging behind him.

Everywhere she goes, he's there right beside her. Either his hands were holding hers or his arms were wrapped around her lower waist. Some people were jealous or happy when they thought they're finally officially together and when someone questioned their relationship, Y/n would immediately respond saying they're just friends while Yuta would say otherwise, leaving them confused.

He was still attached to her during her classes and even ditched his just to be with her. The teachers could only sigh in defeat and shake their head. They knew that whatever they say, there's nothing they can do to make the stubborn guy follow their orders.

At the end, he'd always get what he wants.

The Japanese boy glanced at her side profile. His head was laying on top of his other hand. Seeing her brows furrowed irritatedly, he stopped for a moment before continuing to twirl a few strands of her silky hair between his long fingers.

It doesn't look like he has any plans of keeping his hands to himself at all. She'd been trying to get rid of him for countless times and she failed with all of those useless attempts. She's so close of getting angry at him but she doesn't want to lash out on him and seem like a bad person.

With her another sigh passing through her soft reddish lips, she looked at the clock on the wall. ‘Just five minutes more, Y/n. Just a little more patience, you can do it.’ she tried to convince herself. By those five minutes, she let Yuta play with her hair.

When the school bells rang and echoed around the campus, she immediately fixed her things and rushed out of the classroom before the teacher could even dismiss them. The corridors are already crowded and she could only hope that Yuta wouldn't be able to follow after her this time.

She decided to go to the restroom and stayed there until she was certain that Yuta's nowhere around her. He's really acting weird and she couldn't understand why. Whenever she asked what's wrong with him, he'd always say the same thing like 'I'm fine. It's all in your mind.’

His gaze, the way he looks at her also felt different this time. She felt something uneasy somewhere in the pit of her stomach or maybe there's something wrong with 𝘩𝘦𝘳. Maybe she's just overthinking way too much since that's what she always do mostly when she doesn't get enough sleep and she stayed up late last night.

That's right... these shit are all just in her head.

She released an exhausted sigh and turned the faucet on to wash her face, hoping that it would also wash her frustrations away. She reached for a handkerchief from her bag and wiped her face dry as she made her way out of the comfort room.

Her heart almost jumped out of her ribs when she found Yuta standing just a single step from the exit. She gasped and her hand immediately flew to her chest in surprise. "Yah! Stop scaring me like that!" she yelled and he only chuckled in amusement.

"I've been waiting for you. What took you so long?" he asked her, locking his hand on hers as he lead her to the canteen. Eyes of the people they passed by were immediately on them like they're more interesting than the lessons that their teachers taught them.

"Wait, why were you waiting for me?" confusion was evident on her face.

"So we can eat together for lunch, of course. Come on, we don't have all the time. Classes are going to start after forty minutes." he casually said, pulling her closer to him when they walked passed a group of boys and he didn't fail to notice the way they looked at Y/n.

He didn't like it, not even a bit.

Y/n seriously couldn't count how many times she sighed at how she always end up letting Yuta do whatever he wanted to do with her. From the simple hand holds to sudden random kisses that he pepper on her face. No matter how hard she tried to push him off, he'd always stick himself even more closer to her.

It was like that for the passed weeks and it was honestly so tiring as hell. Yuta just won't leave her alone even when she goes to the restroom, he would insist to wait outside the cubicle that she had to push him away and lock the main door of the room.

She could barely talk to other people peacefully as he would shoo them away immediately and ask them to leave her alone. It was so frustrating and she's getting fed up of his unexplained foolish practices.

She's well aware that the guy likes her more than just a friend and she also can't deny that she's attracted to him but these behaviours of his are just too much for her.

The said dirty blonde haired Japanese guy was sitting closely beside her, his chin rested on her right shoulder as he watched her turn pages of the book that she's reading. He wasn't paying attention to the words written on the dead leaves. His eyes stared at her small hands, wondering how they would feel like around his cock—

"Yuta." the guy's ears perked up when she said his name. Snaking his arms around her waist, he pulled her to his chest and planted a kiss on her neck. Her cheeks heated at the unexpected skin contact but she tried her best to ignore the butterflies that he's giving her.

She's planning to finally confront him and she had to make him stop whatever he's doing cuz it's no fun at all. It's not entertaining and she's not amused at all. "Yuta." he hummed, his kisses getting wet and he started to graze his teeth on her skin, lightly nibbling on them until he finally bit hard enough to leave a mark.

A whimper tried to escape her mouth but she's fast enough to bite her lower lip, trapping the sound until it disappeared on it's own. He was disappointed when she didn't make any sound for him, thinking that he didn't do well enough to make her feel good so he ran the tip of his tongue on her neck.

His hot minty breath heated her skin and tingles spread around her body when he blew her sensitive ear, nibbling her earlobe and placing a kiss on one of her flushed cheeks. His hands wandered under her blouse, caressing the side of her hips with his thumb.

He slowly dragged his large hands up under her breasts and just when he was about to touch them, Y/n pulled away from him. A low whine and groan simultaneously erupted from him, complaining at the lose of skin contact from her.

Y/n looked around the library if someone saw them and she was thankful that no one was there but only them. She straightened her blouse, closing the book and stood up. "Where are you going?" he also stood up from his seat, ready to follow her wherever she's going.

She didn't answer him. She slung one of her bag's strap on her shoulder, walking away with the book and placed it back to where she took it. Yuta was quick to keep up with her steps, confused of why she was suddenly in a hurry.

When they finally got out of the library, she stopped at the nearby bleachers where students barely pass by and turned to him with an exasperated sigh, "Yuta, seriously, what's wrong with you?" the way she questioned him came out more stressed out than how she wanted it to be.

Yuta blinked his eyes a few times as if he's trying to figure out what she meant. "What do you mean, what's wrong with me? I'm totally fine. Are you okay?" it was his turn to ask her, walked close to her and placed a hand on her forehead.

"Are you sick? You don't seem fine to me. Let me take you to the clinic—"

"Yuta, stop." she stepped away from him before he could even hold her hand. He halted, his brows met as his eyes stared at her worryingly.

"Stop whatever you're doing to me and please, leave me alone. I also need some time for myself and other people around me, alright? You can't keep me from interacting with anyone. This is honestly suffocating, Yuta. We can't keep doing this."

He felt like his heart shattered into tiny pieces. His chest tightened and his airways narrowed, making him unable to breath properly. Without him knowing, tears were already streaming down his cheeks.

Y/n was taken aback at this, immediately feeling guilty for making him cry. She didn't expect him to be this emotional for his appearance.

"Look, I'm sorry but—"

"D-don't you love me anymore, Y/n?" He didn't let her finish her words, leaving her speechless at the question.

Her mouth left agape, struggling to find the right words to tell him. "Did you find someone else better than me that's why you're planning to leave me, is that it?" more salty water poured out of his eyes.

"Yuta, w-what are you talking about? We're not in a relationship to begin with."

"Then let's be together officially! Just you and me, Y/n. I'll do anything just to be with you. I promise, I'll be the best boyfriend you'll ever have. I'll give you everything you want—" he held her arms, "—just promise me I'll be the only one you'll ever love and want to be with. Promise me, Y/n. Promise me!"

Yuta secured his arms around her, holding onto her desperately. Scared that if he lets go, he might lose her. He can't let that happen. Like what he said, he'll do whatever it takes just to have her.

All for himself.

"Y-you have to promise me, Y/n."

Her head was clouded with a lot of thoughts. She was barely thinking straight and her emotions also messed up with her. She really likes Yuta. The increasing speed of her heartbeat and the butterflies flying around her stomach with euphoria whenever she's with him didn't lie at all but it felt wrong.

These feelings didn't feel right.

She pulled herself away from him and shook her head. "I'm sorry, Yuta..." that was all she said before she left him without even looking back at him.

She had no idea how it broke him and how it made him do things that a normal person wouldn't do. He saw nothing but red after she disappeared from his sight. Everyone who tried to touch or talk to her the next day suddenly disappeared, a minute after they left somewhere else.

At first, she didn't think much about it until the number of people disappearing quickly increased and made everyone alarmed. All schools around the place were forced to close for a moment and people were told to stay at home with tight security to keep them safe.

Everyone was scared including Y/n, of course.

It made her so anxious that she could barely sleep at night. One morning, a knock on her door echoed around her silent apartment and she panicked, quickly hiding on her bedroom.

She almost peed her pants in fear when the knocking and ringing of doorbells continued for minutes. Her phone went off on her nightstand and she ran to it. Yuta's calling.

Without a second thought, she answered it with trembling voice. "Y-yuta..."

"Y/n, are you okay? Please open your door for me, I have to make sure you're safe. I'm the one outside your house."

And that was all it took for him to be with her. Make her scared to be outside, convince her that everyone is dangerous and he's the only one who can protect her.

Whenever he goes outside to buy food and other necessities for the both of them, he'd always return with a small cut or bruises and it made Y/n scared that she might lose him too.

He's all she had left.

He made her thought of that. He's all and everything she could ever need. She'd be nothing without him.

"Do you love me?" he asked and she nodded silently.

"If you really do, promise me that you'll love me and only me, Y/n. I wanna hear it from you." Yuta looked at her straight in the eyes when he said those words.

"I promise." his heart raced inside his chest.

A smile stretched out on his plump lips. "I love you, Y/n. So much than you could ever imagine." He meant it. He always had and always will. He leaned his body closer to her, locking his lips with hers and they moved in sync.

This is paradise to him.

He couldn't explain how much happy he's right now. With her here in his arms, it's the only place where she's safe. He watched her drift off to sleep, he kissed her forehead when her eyes finally closed.

He could look at her like this forever. The love bites that he painted on her skin looks so beautiful. She's like the most beautiful painting he'd ever seen and she deserve to be placed on his art gallery but she's only for him to be looked at.

He sighed dreamily as he continued to press more kisses on her neck. He successfully made her love him. There's nothing he could ask for, now that her naked body is already tangled with him under their soft blanket.

He could only hope that she'd keep her words and stay true to him.

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[rikisradirarara]

・❥・ TXT Jealous Scenarios! How the members of txt react when they’re jealous ・❥・

request: “some jealous hcs for txt (like how do they get jealous and how would they react to us being jealous !!) pls 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️ or some making out hcs 👀 if only u write suggestive content tho !!, if u don't, then just do the jealous hcs pls !!! (sorry for the many exclamation marks lmao 😭😭)” From anonymous

a/n: i’ve never done hcs before so this was super fun! I’m not comfortable doing suggestive themes so I just did them being jealous since by itself it was a lot (especially for Soobin 👀) hope you enjoy it!

word count: 1315

Choi Soobin

➼ This man would get jealous easily, it could go two ways, cute little pouty and clingy Bin or death stare and refusing to talk to you Bin there's no in-between.

Cute and clingy Bin is best Bin no questions asked if he saw you were talking to a guy and the guy was flirting with you constantly he'd go up to you and drape his giant ass on your shoulders and hold your hand softly and play with your hands and hair

He'd also put his face in your shoulder slowly moving it towards your neck and fam if that won't catch your attention idk what will!

The only way to bring back Soobin is to include him in the conversation or drag him away and just cuddle with him!

Death stare and ignoring you Bin is when you were being a little too friendly with one of the other members (*cough cough* Yeonjun *cough*) or any of the other members he just finds it that with Yeonjun is a little more difficult to deal with since he's older than him.

Soobin will cast glances at you every once in a while as you two continue interacting and even if you catch his stare he'll look away and act as if he didn't see the smile you just sent him

And by stare I don't mean normal stare I mean he's hella pissed and just straight up glaring at you two, it honestly scares you a little being at the receiving end of it (even tho ngl it's pretty attractive)

If you try and hold his hand or his arm (or start any sort of physical contact) he'll just look away and slowly pull his hand away, yes he was upset but this man knows you crave physical touch and wouldn't want to hurt you by jerking himself away from you he'll just find an excuse why he can't hold you or be near you at the moment

This Soobin you need to catch at a vulnerable moment, him just glancing and his phone and smiling a little at the picture of both of you as his wallpaper is when you need to attack

And I mean literally jump on that man or else he'll escape, now once you're done with that you can do two things apologizing a bunch of times or cry (crying is foolproof he won't be able to deal with being the cause of your tears)

Either way you'll be holding him and that's all that matters to him

Choi Yeonjun

➼ He's not a very jealous guy I mean have you seen him? Jealous isn't a part of his vocabulary, he will get upset if you decide to ditch him for someone else tho

He's your boyfriend! And he knows that doesn't mean you have to be with him 24/7 but you two had plans and he bought you a teddy bear!!

Now he's upset, with his busy schedule it's not every day he gets the time to go out with you so now he's at home pouting and glancing at his phone just in case you called

When you get back you better make it up to him or else he'll give you the silent treatment.

Now just because it's called the silent treatment it doesn't mean he's not clinging to you the moment you get home

He'll need 100% of your attention on him and honestly that's pretty understandable.

He loves it when you touch his hair so do it, you're the only one who's allowed to play with it

At the end both of you just end up falling asleep on top of each other and when you wake up either he wakes up first and starts preparing breakfast or when you want to get up he tackles you back in bed, the breakfast ends up burnt either way

・❥・ other members under the cut ・❥・

Choi Beomgyu

➼ He's not really intimidating so that's off the list, he can get very upset when you aren't holding his hand and you're not busy at the moment. Yeah sure, you're talking to Huening Kai but his hand is right there!

He needs some sort of physical touch 24/7 or else he'll be in his very own emo corner

Much like Yeonjun he isn't very jealous but he does get whiny for your attention, he wants to be in your arms all the time! Which proves difficult when he's an idol

If you don't pay attention to him he will be upset because all he wants to do is spend time with you and see you smile

Which is proving to be difficult when you're talking to Soobin now and you're still not holding his hand?!

Since he's the mood maker the mood in the room will change entirely and everyone will be extremely confused until they see a pouting Beomgyu standing behind you

If you still seem oblivious to the fact Beomgyu is upset the others will slowly nudge you towards him since you can be a little clueless sometimes

In the end they leave the room while you and Beomgyu end up taking a short nap on the couch letting Beomgyu get the well-needed rest in your arms

Kang Taehyun

➼ Taehyun very much knows the meaning of the word jealousy, has he ever experienced it? No, he thinks it's kinda ridiculous until you started laughing and giggling with Beomgyu

He knows it's irrational and that Beomgyu is your best friend so there's nothing to worry about because he trusts you but why is Beomgyus hand so low on your back?!

Logically he knows Beomgyu doesn't know what personal space is and he knows you've learned to deal with it in the past few years but he can't help but doubt himself

Taehyun isn't very touchy and he isn't big on PDA which is something you always seemed to like. You were always touchy and hugging one of the other members and while he got as much attention as them when you distanced yourself a little was always when he started being jealous

You meant well which is something he also knew, when you distanced yourself was when you thought he'd get annoyed at the PDA which he found difficult to happen since he loved you, but when you started attaching yourself to the other members was where the line was drawn

That's when he started the PDA, an odd occurrence, if that wasn't a big enough hint for you he'd attach himself to you always by your side, holding your hand or an arm around your shoulder

At the end of the day you ended cuddled up on the dorm couch which the members use to tease Taehyun for weeks to come

Huening Kai

➼ Kai is a soft boy and he doesn't get as jealous as much as he gets insecure, he's young which explains the insecurity

You always hang around Taehyun who is like an older brother to you and while he knows Taehyun isn't big in PDA you on the other hand it's your love language which makes sense since you're basically attached to Taehyuns arm whenever Kai isn't near

Huening Kai who never knew about this walked into a room where you and Taehyun were hanging in, walking in he saw you attached to Taehyun while he worked on something and that did something Kai

He got serious put his bag down on a nearby chair went behind you and scooped you up into his arms as if you weighed nothing. With you screaming in the air out of surprise and Taehyun turning quickly to glance at what all the ruckus was Kai threw you onto the couch and tickled the life out of you while Taehyun just smiled and went back to work

After the tickle fight you guys were inseparable, now on the floor with Kai's head on your lap while he rested a little.

・❥・ . . . ・❥・

[lauwrite1225]

Somebody to die for.

Finan x OC; The Old Guard inspired Alternative Universe

Summary : Victoria's life is rather simple until she has a car accident from which she ends up miraculously unscathed. A series of weird events animates her daily life, everything seemingly bringing her to a strange man. Until this very man knocks at her door.

Spotify Playlist • Masterlist

A/N : Happy Finan Friday!! As you can see on the moodboard, we are learning more about someone ;)

Warnings : mention of death as always and probably torture? I prefer to warn lmao

Chapter 11 : Welcome to the panic room

Victoria stares silently at the plate of vegetables resting in front of her. She isn’t hungry, even the sight of food disgusts her. She pushes it away and stands up from the chair. Warned by the sound, Sophie turns away from the dishes she is washing.

“Victoria.” She sighs worriedly. “You need to eat something. Letting you starve won’t make him come back.”

Vicky rolls her eyes while walking out of the kitchen to join Osferth outside. Since first lights the monk has been searching for any clues that could tell them who the men from last night are and consequently where they are keeping Finan. Victoria tried to help but the lack of results quickly angered her. However, she can’t stay still, feeling like her blood would boil if she did. She’s first been upset with Osferth after he has told them he tried to prevent the men from coming inside, which only resulted in him being killed. Maybe if he hadn’t, he could have prevented Finan from being taken away. But when she saw how guilty Osferth was already looking, she tried to ease her rage. Instead it turned against herself, for being the whole reason they have been in trouble. Of course, she had no ideas as to why they needed her specifically, but maybe if she had made herself known they would have gotten answers. She would have undoubtedly been taken away but Finan would be safe by now, him who has nothing to do with that. 

That’s another question that troubles her: why taking him when it’s her they were searching? She’s sure they want her for her immortality, they could have found out about Finan’s during a fight. Her heart squeezes as tight as her fists at the idea of what he could be enduring while they are still, unable to save him. If only she could still dream of him, it would have given her a way to find him.

Exhausted by all her emotions and after a sleepless night, Victoria falls asleep even before sunset. She's not surprised when the first thing she sees is Sihtric's face. Though, this time he's wearing a modern outfit, a dark leather jacket above a white t-shirt. He looks anxious, his different coloured eyes looking around constantly. There seems to be a lot of agitation around him so Vicky spins around to see and a weird feeling takes her, she knows this place. He is in a clearing, full of armed men starting to encircle a small stoned house illuminated by the light of vehicles. She knows this place. A man is standing in the middle, grey hair and a clean shaved face of what she can see, talking to whoever is in the house. Then the door of the house opens and two men come out, raising their hands in sign of peace. They talk for a moment with the grey haired man before with a simple move of his hand soldiers start to walk toward the front door. One of the men tries to prevent them from entering and Vicky jumps at the sound of a shot. She heard this sound. The other man, bearded, catches him as a red stain starts to spread in the middle of his chest. He stays by his side, holding his hand tightly while the men enter the house. They spend a while inside before coming back, the first one shaking his head. The grey haired man seems upset and barks to kill the other still next to his dying if not yet dead friend.

That's when Sihtric finally moves, walking out of the shadow and Vicky can feel his rise of confidence and anger as he barks back to wait. The man who looked awkwardly relieved to be executed stares at Sihtric with wide eyes, a clear surprise and disbelief playing in his pupils. She knows this man. The Dane ignores him and walks toward who Vicky supposes is the chief.

“He could help us to find her.” He says and the older man raises an eyebrow at him. 

“How are you so sure?” He asks, narrowing his eyes, wary.

Sihtric glances back at the man who's now shaking his head, trying to silently dissuade him, but he doesn't care. “I know, that is all.” He answers, almost whispering. 

Even if the older man seems unsatisfied by Sihtric's answer, he agrees and orders a few soldiers to take the bearded man. He wrestles when they grab his arms, trying to kick them as he shouts Sihtric's name and he is taken away under the Dane's confident eyes.

Vicky wakes up suddenly, gasping for breath as she realizes what she has just seen. Sihtric was here, with the men searching for her and he was the one ordering for Finan to be taken. She can hardly believe it but it gives her some logical answers on how they keep succeeding to find her, they are using Sihtric's dreams. 

She gets out of her bed and notices the light in the kitchen. She finds Osferth in it, drinking a beer while the darkness of the night outside is still far from fading. The monk looks up at her, frowning at her heavy breath. 

“Are you alright?” He asks her, starting to stand up but Vicky sits on a chair in front before he has the chance to.

“Sihtric… Sihtric was here.” She tells him, meeting his light blue eyes who glaze over in confusion in confusion. 

“What do you mean?”

Victoria rubs her face, trying to think of a correct and clear sentence before resting her hands flat on the table. “In my dream, Sihtric was standing in the clearing with the men encircling the house.”

Osferth's eyebrows furrow once again. “I did not see him. Are you sure?”

“I am.” She assures him. “I saw you die, Finan was holding your hand. Then, when they stopped checking the house, a man ordered Finan to be killed as well but Sihtric prevented them and took him away.”

The monk sighs desperately and buries his face between his hands. He stays silent for a long time before joining his fingers to press his lips on his thumbs. “Why did he take Finan and not me then?”

Vicky opens her mouth, trying to remember what Sihtric said to the leader but she can't remember. “I don't know.” She answers, looking down. 

“Do you think he finds you because of the dreams?” Osferth demands carefully and Vicky nods. “Then he is going to find you again.”

She clenches her jaw, her fingers drumming nervously on the table. Her friend keeps staring at her intently while she thinks. As long as she isn’t rid of her dreams with Sihtric, he'll keep telling whoever the men wanting her are where she is. Her and him are linked until they finally meet. Suddenly, her fingers freeze and she stares back at Osferth.

“I have to meet him.”

“Sihtric?”

“Yes.” She confirms. “He can find me, but I also can find him. I can determine where Finan is and once we are there, I have to meet Sihtric to be freed of our dreams. He won't be able to find me anymore, and we will just have to hide somewhere else.”

Osferth visibly hesitates, his head leaning on a side then the other. “If he took Finan, it might be because he knows you'll go save him, because he is important to you.” Vicky can't help but blush at Osferth's words, biting her lips. “And he'll know we are coming. It's jumping into the lion's den.”

Vicky can only agree with Osferth, it's another risky plan, more likely to turn badly, but she doesn't see any other way out. “I know. But Sihtric and I can't escape each other, if we don't try, we'll be playing cat and mouse for God knows how long.”

After a few minutes of reflection, the monk agrees to her plan but it doesn’t relieve Vicky much, the hardest is to come. When Sophie wakes up, they tell her of their plan, and she doesn’t even have to speak for them to understand that she isn’t pleased with this plan.

“That’s complete madness!” She exclaims to the two immortals sitting on the couch. “There’s no way it goes perfectly well.”

Vicky rubs the back of her neck. “We know, but we have to try, for Finan and to get rid of them for good.” 

Sophie sighs, her hands resting on her hips. “Très bien.” She pushes her glasses which had slid too low on her nose and looks at them again. “But I’m coming with you.”

“What?! No!” Osferth replies, standing up.

She shakes her finger before pressing it on his chest. “That’s not a choice. I’m coming that’s all.”

Osferth spends the following days trying to convince her to not come with them, that it is too dangerous, but Sophie reveals herself to be extremely stubborn, and during dinner he finally gives up, which gives an amused smile to Vicky, despite her very low mood this time. 

Vicky spends most of her time concentrating on her dreams, drawing any faces or places she sees, and writing any word or discussion she remembers down. She succeeds to determine that Sihtric is somewhere in Germany and still in the regular presence of the grey haired man. In her drawing, he looks about seventy, with strong features but an awkward warm gaze. There’s something in the man that weirdly initiates confidence.

One night, she stands in a dark and cold cell with only an old bed furnishing it. Sihtric waits near the door while two men carry and then drop a man on the floor. Vicky gasps when she recognizes Finan, His face pale and dark marks coloring below his eyes, his clothes are soaked making him shiver in them. Sihtric looks at him pitifully and when the door closes, he makes a step forward and Finan who is now sitting crawls back until he is against the wall. The Dane keeps walking until he crouches to be at his eye level. 

“You know how to make it stop.” Sihtric says, in a cold tone. 

Finan huffs, trying to ease the shattering of his teeth. “Why are ya doin’ that?”

“I told you.”

“No, everythin’.” The Irishman leans forward. “Ya’re betrayin’ us.” He growls with the most anger his state allows him.

Sihtric frowns and his own anger takes control. “You were the first to betray us.” He snaps back. “You left us! Not even caring what we could feel and what could happen if you were gone. Do you know what happened to Uhtred? Did Osferth tell you?!” 

Finan swallows hard, his gaze dropping down. He shakes his head and looks back to him. “How can ya allow this? Ya know perfectly that immortality isn’t a gift.”

“It’s not about immortality, it’s about saving people.” Finan frowns at him but he says nothing more. 

When she wakes up, she can't forget Finan's sight, how he looked sick and sleep deprived. It gives her a myriad of feelings, she feels guilty for being the reason he is there, she feels angry at Sihtric for hurting him and she feels desperate for not being able to do anything at the moment to keep Finan from suffering. But it also gives her determination, one she has never felt before. She has never had so much determination in doing something, of course she is biased, Finan means a lot to her and she can't abandon him. She feels a strength growing in her, a confidence in front of a situation far from certain, something that would usually have made her give up.

She talks about Finan and Sihtric’s discussion to Osferth while Sophie is gone to make research with all she has already written down. The poor monk has been in a low mood for the past days as well. 

“Sihtric was the most disappointed by Finan's choice.” Osferth explains after Vicky mentioned he said Finan betrayed them. “Uhtred was angry, obviously, but he forgot. Not Sihtric. Sihtric was loyal to the bone to Uhtred and he didn't understand how Finan could leave us all behind for a woman.”

Vicky nods and leans forward. “Tell me. How did they all meet? Uhtred, Sihtric and Finan.”

Osferth shifts uncomfortably on his chair, his eyes locked on his glass before finally glancing up. “He didn't tell you?”

Vicky shakes her head. “In fact, he lied to me. He didn't tell me of your existence until I started to dream of you. And when he was about to finally tell me the truth, we were attacked. I know only the big lines.”

Understanding, Osferth rests his hands flat on the table and starts to think of how to tell the story. “Sihtric was a slave and the bastard son of a Dane Jarl. He was meant to kill Uhtred with a group of other Danes but they failed and Uhtred kept him prisoner. Then Sihtric asked him to be his man which he accepted.”

Vicky stares at him intently, not having imagined the story to be so complex and tragic. “I didn't know he was a slave.” Her friend looks aside, his lips curling as she guesses he hesitates to say something. “Osferth?” She frowns. 

“I suppose Finan didn't tell you he was one as well.”

Her eyes widen in half-horror and half-surprised, not expecting to learn another dark part of Finan's past. “He did not.” 

Osferth opens his mouth to say something but the sound of the front door opening stops him. They both turn their heads as Sophie walks in the kitchen with a proud smile, holding a folder in one of her hands.

“I found something!” She declares, sitting at the table with them. 

Osferth and Victoria share a glance while she displays papers on the table. 

“So I started by the castle you described.” She explains grabbing a sheet of notes. 

A few days ago, Vicky saw Sihtric walking in a castle courtyard full of men during an evening. With him was the same old man, talking to people probably rich enough to live in a castle similar to this one. The Dane was quite annoyed to stand in the crowd and most of the time remained silent. Victoria drew some of the facades of the building and is now glad to see it has been useful as Sophie grabbed pictures of a castle to compare with her work.

“So I searched when and where such a reunion happened in Germany, and regarding your drawings, I supposed it was the one in Heidelberg Castle, about four months ago.” 

“It looks like it.” Osferth comments after Vicky hands him the drawing and pictures. 

“So I did even more research to find who were the participants and I came up with a few names. But the one interesting us is Friedrich Müller.” Sophie's tone loses its enthusiasm to become more serious as she takes out a real factsheet about him, with a picture of the man in the corner. “Do you recognize him?”

Vicky gasps and nods, the man looking exactly like in her dreams. He is as she guessed in his seventies and retired from the firm he has been running, apparently leaving it to his daughter a few years ago. He is a part of the richest men of Germany and respected as an excellent businessman. 

“Alright, but all of this is pretty… Clean? It has nothing to do with me, nor Sihtric and isn't going to tell us where they are keeping Finan.” Vicky says, impatient to know more of her friend's reasoning. 

“I'm getting there.” She reassures her. “Müller came to the reunion as president of the Quelle des Lebens Stiftung.”

“Fountain of life foundation?” Osferth translates hesitantly. 

“Yes, his own father was the president of it during the Cold War and left it to his son during the 80s. It's a foundation meant to do research to fight cancer and rare diseases.” She explains pointing at a description of the foundation's activities. “It still looks pretty clean like this. But after further research, Müller's father is suspected to have funded scientists during the third Reich working on the creation of a superior man.”

Vicky shivers, her fingers stiffening as she holds one of the papers, not expecting the story to take such a dark turn. “So… You think the foundation is just a cover to their real activities?”

“Sort of. But what is sure, is that whatever it hides, immortality is the key of their research.” Sophie concludes, a heavy silence growing in the room right after. 

Even with answers, Victoria feels still lost as new questions arise in her mind. She tries to push them away and concentrate on what they know. Finan is somewhere in Germany, according to Sophie somewhere near Munich as the head of the foundation is located there. Their destination is settled and they spend the afternoon preparing for leaving for Germany.

A/N : Sihtric part of the bad guys, did you expect that ? 👀

Tag :​ @for-bebbanburg @osferth @maggiescarborough ​ @finansarms ​ @dumbledoreisnotmyhubby @solinarimoon @wardl0w

[hooniee]

   — ꒰‧⁺ maple tree*ೃ༄

↷ ni-ki x reader ⋯ ♡ᵎ 

↷ genre: fluff | romance⋯ ♡ᵎ

↷ warnings: not proofread! | none! ⋯ ♡ᵎ 

↷ synopsis: almost getting squished by a freshman boy falling out of a tree, might have made your monday morning turn around ⋯ ♡ᵎ  

↷author note: hi guys! this is for @enhypenwriters​ event! strangers to lovers <3 this was one out of three i wrote and this was one i wasn’t satisfied with but it was a cute idea (or at least i think so!) please enjoy! ⋯ ♡ᵎ

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .*

monday morning was unmistakably not on your team. from your charger being broken and leaving your phone dead to your wicked idiot brother consuming the last slice of toast, you were not a festive person. 

"i'm heading out idiot, don't be late," you shout at your brother who just replies with an 'okay!'

rummaging around your jacket pocket, you pull out a granola bar that was half-eaten from the other day and scarfed it down. 

definitely a bit stale, but you were appreciative nonetheless.

you arrive at the bus stop and take a seat, enjoying the scenery. one of your favorite destressers in the hectic mornings.

arriving at school, you hasten your steps with five minutes remaining.

'mr.kim is going to mark me absent for the seventh time this month.'

fortunately, this was the only good thing going for you today.

you exhault in relief and take out your materials for math class as you mentally adjust yourself for the long day ahead.

this day couldn’t get any more tiring.

from an exhausting morning, your lunch period comes to rescue you from starvation.

you head outside to your usual place beneath the maple tree in the courtyard, with your sandwich and chocolate milk.

taking a mouthful of your sandwich, you draw out the scarlett letter from your bag to relish in the meantime

profoundly absorbed in your book, you didn't recognize that a boy is sitting on a tree branch right overhead you. 

he didn’t mean to stare down but it was the first time he had seen you.

he would admire you from a distance until mother nature said ‘no’

CRACK

there was the familiar sound of a snapping branch and you managed to glance up and duck it just in time to see a mop of blonde tresses right next to you.

the blonde hair boy instantly rose up and dusted himself off, clearing his throat, pretending that nothing had happened.

you were still flustered at the out of the blue fall. you place your book facing down, marking the page where you left off.

“a-are you okay? that was a pretty high fall,” glimpsing at the maple tree and back to him.

you have never seen this guy. he was tall and lean with milky skin and blond hair that touched his harmonious brown eyes.

the gaze he held on you was interesting.

navy blue nametag, an underclassman

“don’t worry princess, i’m alright. i've had worse” he returns with a wink.

a simple wink was enough to send a rush of blood to your cheeks.

'what a flirty freshman, wasn't he just embarrassed a couple of seconds ago? 360 change'

“if anything hurts, just go to the nurse. please be careful,” you say instantaneously, attempting to flee quickly.

he doesn't need to see the powerful blush on your cheeks that won’t leave.

a tug of your wrist sticks you in place. he spins you around to confront him but the grass appeared to be more appealing.

there's a moment of silence before he asks. “...are you blushing?” 

your brain was internally smashing your head against a book.

“no i am just not used to a freshman guy falling from the sky. don’t flatter yourself, i have standards.” you spit out.

"i didn't even mention anything about myself, i just asked if you were blushing," he smirks at you, feeling boastful.

how did you just betrayed yourself?

“whatever! now if you don’t mind, i’ll be going now. i’m late.”

neglecting your book and food, you hastily grab your bag and head out to your following class.

he chuckles to himself, finding your flustered demeanor adorbale. he looks down at where you sat.

"hey! you forgot your-" the freshman exclaims but you had left and no traces of your silhouette could be found.

he bends down, plucking your book and analyzing it for any name.

'you would definitely be back for this' he thought to himself.

peeping at your un-opened chocolate milk, he looks around before snagging it.

"free milk for me," he hums to himself.

you, on the other hand

you aspired to punch yourself for three purposes.

one, you forgot your food and you were perishing.

two, your book was gone

three, that damn freshman.

you were too ashamed to show your face infront of him. not when he caught you profusely blushing from a wink.

for the next few days, you dodge your usual spot and lingered in the library instead.

that method came to an end because you didn't realize how many OVER affectionate couples occupied the library.

you had mentally battled with yourself, forgetting to pay attention in classes.

'there was a chance he wasn't going to be there'

'but there's also a possibility that he'll be there"

you decided to convince yourself that he wouldn't be there. you craved not being shoved in a cubicle and have couples make out in your favorite book isles.

the next day you head to the maple tree and before you sit, you glance at the encompassing areas.

you didn’t see any traces of a lanky, blonde boy near the tree or IN the tree.

and assuming the coast was clear, you relax.

the previous book you were reading was nowhere to be seen so you brought a new book, frankly in love

you plug in headphones to tune out and you immersed yourself into the book. after a few minutes, your earbud comes out or more specifically, taken out. 

you look up and nearly screamed. the freshman boy was dangling off the tree with your right earbud in hand. barely an inch away from your face.

this was the closest anybody has been to your face and you tried not to make any sudden movements.

“what are you doing?” you furrow your eyebrows at the boy hanging. he flashed you a radiant smile that put the sun out of business before jumping down, landing smoothly.

your cheeks became warm again, grasping that you were gradually falling for this freshman you didn't know the name of.

“sorry! i just wanted to talk to you” he cheekily said, “nice blush” 

“that's fine i guess? AND i'm not blushing, i was just startled,” you avoid eye-contact.

he playfully rolls his eyes before extending his hand to you with your book.

"i believe this is yours?" the boy returns you the book you rummaged for.

your eyes widen, realizing that he had the book the whole time.

"oh my gosh! i was looking for this everywhere," you blurted.

you look at him and he smiles.

you fall back into being stiff. you had never been this anxious under someone's gaze until you met him.

this time, you tried to kindle a conversation.

“why do you want to talk to me?” you ask curiously.

you had never had someone excited to talk to you like this. you were wishing that his interest was genuine.

he pauses to consider a bit, placing a finger to his chin.

“you’re interesting and i want to get to know you more, toto” he hums and you're perplexed by the suddenly calling.

'toto? that's new'

“toto? that’s not my name, why are you calling me that?” you tilt your head.

you didn't know what was weirder, the nickname or the freshman aspiring to get to know you.

“don’t worry about it,” he smiles, 

"why are you alone out here? shouldn't you be eating in the canteen?” he settles next to you.

for the first time, you locked eyes with him and it was dangerous. you could get lost in his eyes if you gazed for too long.

“because i want to, what is with the Q&A? are we playing twenty questions?” you sneer.

this freshman recognized how to push the right buttons to make you flustered at the precise moments.

“maybe, or is it a date?” he answered

you just choked on your own saliva and you hoped he didn't catch that.

it grew quiet and he stared at you with a fixed gaze. feeling awkward, you shove the other earbud into his ear.

he flinches from the abrupt contact but loosens and smiles, recognizing the song that resonated from your earbuds.

“toto, is this she’s in the rain by the rose?” he gasps.

it shocked you because not many people know this band.

“yeah, you know the rose? this is my favorite song from them” you flash a smile, feeling content.

'something in common, maybe he's not so bad'

you both softly sway together, occasionally bumping shoulders.

"nishimura riki," he says.

you didn't catch what he said, "hm?"

"nishimura riki is my name, but you can call me ni-ki," he smiles at you.

"(y/n) (l/n), (y/n) sunbae to you," you laugh.

"what if i called you mine instead?"

[the nickname toto, came from tomato! the reader blushes easily and ni-ki is quick to notice, rebranding her as toto <3]

[mikkomacko]

Sweet As Honey 6

Harry's a bloody good fighter. He doesn't brag much, only when he's trying to intimidate some asshole that's eyeing his y/n or a new boxer has been pushing his buttons. He's humble, for the most part, but he prides himself on being one of the few boxers that doesn't get knocked out.

He can feel the burning shame before he's even fully woken up. Or maybe that's just another concussion. It doesn't matter, they both make him feel like he failed.

He can feel fingers in his sweaty hair, close to his head and gently scratching his scalp. It eases the throbbing behind his head a bit. There's a hand in his left one, boxing gloves removed and now just covered in tape. He can tell by the shape of the hand in his that y/n is the one next to him. He wants to feel her against him, holding him, taking care of him. It's her that gives him the strength to peel his heavy eyelids open.

The lights have been dimmed but they still make his head pound and he winces. Y/n squeezes his hand and he does it back, turning his head to the left to look at her. She's smiling at him, close lipped but soft and nurturing. Her fingers keep massaging his head, making his toes curl.

"Hey love," She whispers, inching closer to him. She's face level with him, meaning she's sat on a chair next to the bed he's on. He wonders where they are but he can't get his brain to focus enough to look around him. Besides, he kind of likes that she's the only thing he can focus on.

"Hi." His voice is rough and cracky, itching in his dry throat. He swallows a couple times, hoping that'll help but he needs water. His lips fall open to ask y/n for some but she's already pulling her hand from his hair and reaching over his head. She brings down a styrofoam cup with a straw sticking out of it. Harry pushes himself up to his right elbow, vision swooping as he sits up. He closes his eyes, willing the nausea away and parting his lips for the straw. Y/n directs it to his lips, holding the cup and his hand while he drinks.

When his throat feels better and his body cooler, he gently falls back into the pillows behind his head. Y/n returns the cup to it's spot, fingers falling back to his hair. He hums, blinking sluggishly at her.

"Don't feel as bad as I thought I would." Harry admits quietly. He expected to be aching and throbbing all over after the beating he took. He wonders why it doesn't hurt but the question doesn't last long before y/n is clearing it up for him.

"Medics gave you a shot of painkillers while you were out." Her hand falls to cup his cheek, head tilting as she rubs her thumb over the swollen spot on his cheekbone. "Didn't want you hurting when you woke up."

"Thank you,"

"Cleaned you up a bit too. You've got a bandage above your eye but nothing needed stitches." She places her thumb over the bandage.

"How bad was it?" Harry asks, lifting their intertwined hands. He strokes the back of her hand with his free one.

"Nothing too bad." Y/n lays her cheek against their hands. "Besides the concussion you're just a little more beat up than usual."

Harry nods, sighing softly. Him and y/n just look at each other for a moment, eyes gleaming with appreciation. He wonders if she was worried when he blacked out. If she cried or if she took charge and rushed to get the medics. He hopes she didn't cry. He remembers how much it affected her the first time he'd been knocked out. He doesn't want to think about her reliving that so he blinks the image away.

"Want to go home darling."

She smiles, kissing his knuckles. "Then let's go home."

~

Y/n is pretty good at keeping her cool, especially when it comes to him getting hurt. She doesn't want to make things worse or guilt trip him by whining about how worried she was. But she had never seen him knocked out.

He's doing good in the ring. He isn't dominating like he usually does and of course that bothers her because she hates to see him hurt, but she knows he can't always win. Her and Nick cheer him on, knowing that he tries to impress them and reminding him that they're there for him.

She's mid holler, starting to grin because he's charging his opponent, obviously fueled by them when the man dodges Harry's hit and swings. His glove collides with the side of Harry's head, snapping him to the right and crumbling Harry. She freezes, hands cupping her mouth as Harry drops like a ragdoll to the floor of the ring.

The bell dings loudly and the ref throws the other man's hand up and y/n knows the crowd is cheering but she can't hear it. Her ears are ringing as she watches Liam clamber into the ring and towards Harry. Nick hops over the gate in front of them, following after Liam into the ring. Seeing Nick slip through the ropes snaps her out of her daze and she rushes through the gate. By the time she reaches the ring, medics have pulled a stretcher out of the back room and are helping Liam and Nick pull Harry out of the ring.

Tears build in her eyes at the sight of him. He looks lifeless, flopping onto the stretcher. His gloved hands hang off the side, begging for her to reach out and grab one. She rushes after the medics, grabbing Harry's left hand in both of hers. She gasps at the already bruised knot by his eye, the swollen skin split and oozing dark blood into his hair and onto his shoulder. They wheel him down the hallway and towards his changing room, tears finally falling down her cheeks.

"Why isn't he waking up?"

The medics ignore her, pushing Harry into his room. She has to release his hand so they fit through the doorway, falling back helplessly. She feels arms wrap around her, tugging her back. She turns, crying into Liam's shoulder.

"Why isn't he waking up Liam? W-is he ok?"

Liam shushes her, holding the back of her head softly in the same way he's seen Harry hug her. She sobs into his shirt, mind replying the scene of Harry dropping to the ring. She feels like she can't breathe.

"He'll be fine. Just give him a moment."

A moment passes. And then another with no sign of Harry waking up on the other side of the door. Y/n has ran out of tears (she's not much of a crier but when she does cry, it's like a tsunami) but she still clings to Liam. His chest isn't as firm or as warm as Harry's but she trusts him to know if Harry's ok, so she wills herself to relax.

When the door behind her opens, she pulls from Liam and whirls around to look inside. One of the medics nods for them to come in and, holding tight to Liam's hand, she enters first.

To her dismay, Harry's still laying on the stretcher, eyes shut and lips parted like he might just be sleeping. The other medic is crouched over her unconscious boyfriend, stitching up the wound on the side of his head. His boxing gloves have been removed, now tossed haphazardly in the direction of the couch.

"He was up a minute ago but fell back asleep when he saw us cleaning him up." The medic that let them in says, giving y/n sympathetic eyes. She wipes at her own with the back of her hand.

"Will he wake up soon?" Her voice is small and croaky.

"He's pretty much just sleeping now, which is good. He's got a pretty heavy concussion. Won't be able to fight for quite some time but he'll be ok."

Y/n nods, stepping up to the stretcher. She releases Liam's hand to grab Harry's instead. His fingers twitch around hers and she lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

The medic is finishing up the bandage on his head so she takes the time to gently peel the tape off his hands. She treats every finger like it's made of glass, thumbing over the tape mark as if she can rub away all the pain. She balls up the tape and drops it to the floor, moving around to the other side of the stretcher. The medic that was stitching him up is now talking to Liam in the corner, most likely going over his recovery process. Her chest aches, knowing how upset Harry's going to be. She starts her gentle process of removing the tape.

"S'too bright in here."

She jumps at his words, squeezing his hand and looking up at him. He's squinting into the lights, eyes dark and unfocused but looking at her. Y/n lifts her arm, shielding the light for him. He relaxes for a moment but as soon as he takes in the sight of her, his eyes and lips droop.

"Why are ya crying darling?"

She sniffles, not realizing that she was in fact crying again. His free hand cups her cheek, wiping away tears as best he can. They don't seem to want to stop.

"I was so scared."

Harry's frown deepens. He squeezes her hand even tighter and slips his other hand behind her head, pulling her closer to him. Harry puckers his lips into hers, ignoring the pounding in his head and the salty tears on her.

"M'ok. Just tired baby."

She laughs wetly, puffy red eyes and lips haunting him. He hates to see her cry but damn does she look beautiful. His body aches with fondness. "I already talked to a medic. I know you have a concussion."

Harry doesn't respond. He's too caught up in watching her. He's never seen her like this. He's never seen that deep of a pinch between her eyebrows or that doe-like look of relief when he woke up. It's been a long time since someone's looked at him with that much care and it hits him harder than his opponent did.

He loves her.

Harry really fucking loves y/n.

Y/n blinks at him, sniffling once more. "You weren't waking up," She whispers as if speaking the words will make them come true. "you were just lying there and there was a bunch of blood. It felt like-"

Like her world had crumpled with him.

"Shh, s'ok baby." Harry shushes, heart hammering painfully at her pitiful cries. He doesn't want to hear how scared she was. He's supposed to protect her, not scare her. "M'awake. Right here with ya."

He brings their intertwined hands up, forcing her fingers open and laying them over his bare chest. She gives him a tiny smile.

"Are you feeling ok? Do you need anything?"

Harry hums, closing his eyes and reveling in the feeling of her hand under his, holding the heart that beats for her. "Want to go home and shower. Cuddle with ya too, ma head hurts and ya always make it better."

She leans down to kiss his forehead. "Then let's go home Harry." She doesn't know if home means her place or his but it doesn't matter because she's sure that as long as he's there, it'll feel like home.

~

Ice pack pressed against his head, Harry watches y/n with sleepy eyes as she finishes washing the last of the dishes. She dries her hands on a pink dish towel, hanging it over the oven railing to dry. She smiles when she looks at him, coming around the side of the counter to where he's sitting on the bar stool, head in his other hand.

"Gonna be ok while I'm in the shower?" She asks, threading her fingers through Harry's damp hair. He nods, lips perking up with an amused smile. She knows he'll be fine but he loves that she still asks.

"I'll be right out. Try to eat something if you can, ok?"

Harry nods again, eyes slipping shut as she presses a tender kiss to his forehead. He huffs when her fingers leave his hair, slipping to his shoulder for an affectionate squeeze. He listens to her ascend the stairs, growing more groggy with every step he hears her take.

"How are you feeling?"

His eyes snap open, flickering up to find his mom standing across from him. She looks nervous, fidgeting with the sleeve of her pajama shirt. Harry wonders why he didn't hear her come in.

"M'fine. Really tired though." A small yawn stretches his mouth as if proving his point.

"You should get some rest."

Harry shrugs. "Wanna wait for her. Don't like going to bed by myself."

A fond grin, similar to the one he gives his own son, lifts her lips. "You always hated sleeping alone."

He can't stop his following words. "Got used to it for a while when I stayed with Nick. Y/n changed that."

He can hear Anne's nervous gulp. "She was like a bloody war hero after the fight," she says, timidly. Harry's glad for the subject change, he doesn't want to talk about living with Nick.

"Yeah?"

"She was up as soon as she saw you fall. The bell rang and she was hopping the gate to get to the ring."

His eyes flicker down to the countertop. "Did she cry?"

Anne hums thoughtfully. "I think she wanted to but she was too concerned. She was checking you for a concussion or wound before the medics could even get to you."

Harry sighs in relief, a smile pulling at his lips. That's his girl. That's his amazing, strong girl. He breathes easier now that the memory of her crying is gone.

"I know you may not agree, but you're still my son Harry so I have to tell you that I'm so proud of you. You've made yourself the perfect family and it all started with fighting," He hears her quivering breath and he knows if he looked at her, she'd be teary. "But please be careful in that ring. If you got hurt, it would just crush her."

Harry knows she's talking about y/n. And he knows how much it would pain y/n if he got permanently injured;that's why he works so hard to keep himself healthy and in shape. But that's not what he wants to hear. He doesn't want his mother telling him to be safe because it'll hurt his wife. He wants to hear from his mom.

"Just her?"

He looks up at her through his eyelashes. She sniffles, squaring her shoulders and staring at him dead in the eyes. "It would crush all of us."

Chills run up Harry's spine, an odd feeling of home sickness settling in his bones. In an ideal world, his mom would have been present for all the times that he's proved his family is his number one. She would have seen him forfeit his first fight because Arlo had gotten sick. She would have seen him abandon an interview with the cities top sports writer because y/n was stuck on the bad side of town. She would have seen him give up every bit of pride he had so he could get better for his wife.

It hurts that his mother still thinks of him as a reckless and selfish fighter. He doesn't need to show her that he's capable of caring for his family but if it'll help fix the longing in his chest, he'll gladly do it again. He can't think of a better way to spend his time than spoiling his wife and babies.

~

"Gemma?"

The arms around his neck tighten, y/n completely tensing at the name she's only heard a handful of times. Harry feels her start to pull back and he squeezes her waist. He doesn't want Gemma and Anne seeing the face of his wife. They don't deserve to know his happiness.

"Harry?"

"Sh love," Harry murmurs, heart thumping loudly. He doesn't know what to do, what to say. He's thought about seeing them for years but now that they're here he wants them gone. He wants to kiss y/n and take her to dinner and then take her home where he can lovingly dolt on her.

"Hi Harry," Gemma says, offering him a twitchy smile. He stares back at her with furrowed eyebrows and dark eyes that refuse to look at Anne. He doesn't want to look into the eyes of the woman that was supposed to care for him but abandoned him instead.

"Is that..."

"Yeah," Harry whispers in y/n's ear, lips barely moving.

"Both of them?"

"Mhm."

This time when she pulls back, he lets her. She turns around, standing firmly in front of him like a shield. If Harry weren't so preoccupied with the fact that he's looking into the face of his sister, he'd be cooing about the fact that his height towers over her and yet she's guarding him.

Gemma's eyes flicker to y/n and Harrys heart seizes. Without thinking, he's grabbing her elbow and pulling her back until she's hiding behind him. Gemma's eyes return to his, widening at the glare that he's sure is blazing from under his pinched brows.

"What are ya doing here?" Harry says gruffly, reaching behind him for y/n's hand. She grips his taped and sweaty hand, and he's not sure if she's squeezing it for her own sake or his.

Gemma's lips fall open, gaping for a brief second. "W-we came to see you."

He ignores the flutter of hope, pushing it down and reminding himself that that's not his family up there. His family is standing behind him, watching his back. "Why?" He barks.

"Harry," y/n says warningly, tugging on his arm. He looks Gemma up and down with distaste, turning to his wife and making sure his broad frame is still blocking her. She raised her eyebrows at him, lips pursed and he already knows the words she's trying to tell him.

This is his chance. This is the moment he's been asking for ever since he first texted his mom that he had graduated and every other bit of news he'd sent after. Anne and Gemma are here, and he can blow them off like they did him but it would do no good. He refuses to be the same careless person his mother is.

His face must show his agreement because y/n gives him a smile, tiny but proud, and pecks a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I've got this babe," she says and then she's stepping around him, acting like a shield again. She takes a few steps closer to the stands, Harry following closely behind her.

"You must be Gemma," y/n greets, voice friendly despite the tension between Harry and the two women. "and that would make you Anne."

Harry doesn't look at Anne but he can see her small nod. Gemma smiles at y/n, relaxing at the welcoming tone and greeting. "Yeah, we're Harry's...."

Y/n ignores Gemma's fallen smile. "I'm y/n. It's nice to meet you both."

Gemma quickly shakes off the panic that had flooded her face. As much as Harry would like y/n to tell them to fuck off, he's reminded once again why he loves her so much. She knows him better than he knows himself. Even if he wants Anne and Gemma to leave, it's best for him to hear them out. And luckily, his girl is there to get the ball rolling and protect him.

Fuck, he loves her.

"Nice to meet you y/n."

Harry tenses at the sound of her name on Gemma's lips. He never wanted them to know her name. She's too good for them, too good to be known by them.

Y/n looks over her shoulder at Harry. "You should go change."

"No." He shakes his head.

"Harry,"

"M'not leaving ya with 'em." He says firmly, not caring if they hear. "They ruined one family of mine, m'not giving 'em a chance to do it again."

Her eyes flicker between his but he has no resolve in them. He's putting his foot down and she's not moving it, no matter how weak for her he is. She nods, turning back to Anne and Gemma.

"Harry and I need to go change real quick but if you'd like, you can wait out here and we'll continue this."

Gemma's smile is twitchy. "Sounds wonderful."

Harry gives both of them one last warning look, not focusing on his mother because he really can't handle to look at her right now. He keeps y/n in front of him, a hand on her waist and guiding her back to his dressing room.

In the silence of the room, as he quickly strips down and heads for the shower, he realizes that Nick and Liam have disappeared. He's glad, he doesn't want them mixing with his old family.

"Are you ok Harry?" Y/n asks, standing by the doorway of the shower, close enough to speak to him but out of the range of the shower water. Harry shrugs, rubbing shampoo into his hair.

"I don't know, darling."

"What do you want to do?"

He closes his eyes, rinsing out his hair and thinking it over. He wants to talk to them but he needs time. Tonight is not the night he wants to go over everything that happened. He can't take that right now. So he keeps it simple. "Wanna go eat."

She giggles and it makes his lips curve up. "Do you want me to invite them? You don't have to talk to them tonight, but I know you want to take this chance."

"M'afraid of being around 'em." He admits, squeezing body wash down his chest and running his hands over his wet skin.

"I won't let them hurt you again." He admires the fighter in her.

"M'more afraid of having you around 'em."

"They won't hurt me. Not with you there."

Harry smirks softly, peeling off the wet tape on his fingers and letting it drop to the floor of the shower. "Still scares me. I don't ever want my happiness in the hands of 'em and you being close to her..."

"We'll be fine Harry," y/n hands him his towel as he shuts off the shower. "we'll just eat and try to figure out what they want. Then you get to decide what to do."

Harry pats his face and torso dry. "Just dinner?"

"Just dinner."

He sighs, nodding. "I can do that."

Y/n smiles proudly, placing her hands on his bare chest. He places his left hand over hers, leaning into her when she rises to her tip toes. "I love you."

Harry slots his lips with hers, squeezing her hand tightly. She slides her left hand over his shoulder and around his neck, pulling him closer. "Love you more." Harry mururms into her mouth.

~

The room is still dark when Harry wakes up, y/n curled against his chest and legs tangled together. She's snoring quietly, the same little snores that Arlo makes, and it has his chest swelling with love. He hopes their next little one snores like her too.

Harry softly rubs his fingers over her belly, smiling sleepily. They've got another baby growing in there. He can't believe his family is growing.

He pulls y/n closer to him, thinking of the way Anne had hinted at him not caring for his family the way he should. She should take her own advice, he thinks bitterly. He's always put y/n and Arlo first. They're his priorities, he'd do anything for them even if meant giving up everything else. He'd go back to fighting in the streets if it meant he had his family.

He thought Anne was getting better at being someone he could rely on. He was ready to sit down and talk about their relationship, let her know that he can see himself calling her mum again one day, but if she still thinks of him as just a violent boy, he can't. He can't offer her any of his growth until she grows herself.

It's time she grew up and became his mother again. If that means he has to step up and tell her, he will because he refuses to have her around if she's going to be the same selfish, condescending woman she was before. Harry's got a family to protect now and he's going to do all he can to keep them happy.

It's time for him to talk with his mother.

[minghaoss-archive]

ukiyo- taeyong(M)

summary : your desperate need to pay off your rent is aided when you come across a job you've no skill for unless.. the assistant chef is willing to step in and help you. With a twisting romance packed with this help that is.

warnings : smut, depiction of physical intimacy.

"So you've never worked in a bakery before?" You shake your head a frantic no in response-you really needed the pay to stay in your rented place which you'd been putting off paying for for months now. "I really need this job, I'll wait the tables if necessary but I really need the job, please-" you try to insist but the man before you(that you learnt was the head chef) looked less than convinced.

"Okay but you have to show me you have the minimal skill to take this job, at least." He gulps as if what he was going to say next would be hard for you to swallow. "I want you to make a gingerbread house in the next," his eyes dart off to his golden hand watch as he estimates a time for you to finish your task, however what delays his answer is the little sound of the kitchen door clanking open, the man's stiff features loosen at whatever the hell just enters the room.

"Taeyong." He beams, making you turn your head back to look at a man with broad shoulders, pitch black hair and an incredibly angular jaw. He ties his apron behind his back deftly, nodding at his boss as he shoots a short glance at you, "Anyways as I was saying, you get to work now, you have around an hour and a half, I really do want to keep you, miss, given your diligence but I cannot afford this bakery its reputation at the expense of keeping you- however since you were so persistent in wanting the job- I hope you don't disappoint me in doing something as basic as the gingerbread house." You grin back at the man as he stands up, "Thank you so much." Relief washes over you like a shower would rinse out your worries at the end of a tiring day.

Albeit, this relief was very short lived because there was one teensy problem-okay, one major, big ass problem-the fact that you didn't know how to make a fucking gingerbread house at all.

"You look like you've seen a ghost." A snort greets you when you reach the kitchen counter, you try not to lose your temper over the fact that the boy had the most smug look on his face, like it's the best shot he's had at someone since elementary school. "Well I'm looking at you, aren't I?" You retort, watching him jut his lip out and frown back at you unconsciously. Way to make a first impression.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I don't know what I'm doing. I shouldn't have taken it out on you." Taeyong, you recall his name, smiles at this, "I know." He says, "I can tell from the way you're creaming the butter but not putting the cinnamon in the dough mix first," you close your eyes at the correction, you really really needed this job. How the fuck were you going to get through this if you didn't know the basics of a gingerbread house?

"It's okay, don't freak out, I'll help you." He continues before you can answer, "you'll help me?" This question has Taeyong rolling his eyes and fixing his black beret on top of his head. "I thought pointing out that you didn't put the cinnamon slip was a hint, dummie."

Your cheeks flush a cherry red at the obvious implication, Taeyong watches you from the corner of his eye. "Okay so, here's how it's going to be." You nod at his directions , "I'm going to instruct you and you're going to do this, okay? Oh and taste everything. I mean it."

Little by little, from the tips Taeyong gives you, you put together the desired house you're supposed to put up, only a 15 minutes away from your end time.

"Choose a chocolate for your window lining, hurry, white or dark or milk." You tap your chin in rumination, "White?"

"No, choose a mixture of liquefied milk chocolate and white because he'll be able to tell I helped if you use white." He says.

Stubbornly, you throw your hands up in response. "Why'd you ask me if you were going to choose?" You pout unconsciously, Taeyong coughs to cover up the chuckle he cracks, his teeth clambers down on his lip furiously as he bites back a grin.

"No reason." You shake your head, piping down the finishing bits of your house, and soon the timer by your counter rings, marking the entrance of your to-be employer. The steel door to the kitchen makes the stupid clanking noise again, and the lanky head chef scrutinizes your work bit by bit, shooting a glance in Taeyong's way-who by the way, sits on the counter opposite to you- his legs dangling whilst he pretends to look through his phone.

"Okay, presentation wise, it is unexpectedly pleasing but let's put it to taste," he says curling a teaspoon at the down slopes of of the roof and sticking it into his mouth. The man chews with his finger pointed at the ceiling like he was conducting an orchestra, he nods. His furrowed brows decline into their boring slump. His downsloped lips turn up, the senile man beams down at you.

"The taste is consistent-not too chewy or cakey-I'm actually very impressed. I don't see why you shouldn't be hired but you come in from tomorrow, sharp at 7." You suppress a squeal, keeping your grin to a minimum, "Thank you, sir."

The man nods at you, "Taeyong, assist the lady with an apron and her designated attire. I have to run out for the day." He nods again which elicits a semi bow from Taeyong.

You stay rooted to your position until the tick tock of your employer's shoes don't reach your ears anymore, "I might as well wear this apron on my own apron," Taeyong snorts, walking over to you with a bag he pulls out from under the employee's only cabinet. "Here," his eyes dart over your face, his brow raised at the unreadable expression you wear- are you really not happy with the job? Did he make a fool out of himself in trying to help you?- thud

Taeyong almost jumps at the way you leap towards him as you wrap him into a tight hug, he freezes into the touch, his body malfunctioning at the feeling of your warmth- "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you," you mumble whilst he awkwardly pats your head, suffering from an inability to stop himself from smiling, he too starts to realize that there was heat rising to his face. Was he blushing? Jesus Christ. "Okay, okay, get off now,"

You grin back at him as you pull away, Taeyong tries his best not to meet your eyes, hoping that the furious blush would just go away.

"Taeyong?" His name sounds foreign when you say it, he thinks, has anyone ever said his name like that?

"Yeah?" His gaze looks past you whilst he wipes his hands on his apron. "Why did you help me?" Taeyong shifts from one foot to another, looking at the white tiled floor in deep thought, he gulps,

"Because I'm inherently nice?" His lie doesn't go unnoticed but you don't push it, not that you can, because Taeyong diverts the subject of your conversation at the speed of light. "You will come early or stay back late so I can teach you, otherwise you'll screw up big time, okay?" He prescribes his advice to you with a friendly smile, pressing his index finger to your forehead and taking a step back while he does it.

"What are you doing?" Your laugh resonates in the vacant kitchen, "Making sure you don't jump me like a raccoon again, you wild animal." he grins eliciting a groan from you whilst you try to smack his hand away.

....

You take your bitter coffee in a flask and make your way sluggishly to your workplace, an hour early- as Taeyong suggested when you started working there prior 6 month from now.

Your journey at the bakery was bittersweet, bitter because you had to work long hours, sweet because your co workers weren't actually that bad.

Moreover, you'd grown a keen interest towards Taeyong(and from your deductions, so did he- or so you were told by your colleagues).

There was apparently a tangible tension in the air when you two were there, you weren't sure which part of bossing you around was a romance novel build up but you'd not have the courage to find out either because well, you were a wimp and you feared that admitting to such an interest would ruin your friendship with him. A friendship which was pleasant, comfortable and rare. A friendship which prevailed your pursuit of approaching him with a romantic interest in mind.

You smile at the reminiscence of a day you got Taeyong to be happy with the outcome you had with baking Indian style sweets. You recall spotting the grown man snacking on one of the white rolled rasgullas whilst making them, you knew Taeyong had a liking for sweets but catching him red handed had a thrill to it.

His cheeks puffed up as he chewed on the delight but when he realized that you were looking back at him, the man looked at you with widened eyes, his half eaten meal made him look like a pufferfish, as he stared back at you in horror. You reached out and wiped the corner of Taeyong's mouth. His body remained, still frozen in place, "You got a little something there,thief,"

You remember Taeyong sheepishly smiling at you after, rubbing the nape of his reddened neck. The day, now, a hazy memory at the back of your head, you don't recall much, except that you were happy that day and you were happy because of Taeyong.

Perhaps it's a little ironic how the human memory functions, you only remember stuff you'd rather forget, because see you spent days thinking about how his lip felt under your fingers and from the way he flushed at the touch. You'd presumed it had a lasting impact on him too.

But there was a slim chance that he thought of you in any other way other than just a friend, right? You shake your head at your own contemplation, rejecting the thoughts of Taeyong's smile from creeping into your head.

You place your flask down on one of the counters, attempting to take your jacket off when one of your co-workers, Johnny approaches you, wiping his flour covered palm to his forehead. "I could really have a sip," he laughs, eyeing your bottle playfully. You nod offering him the flask.

" You've got a little stuff on your forehead too," You giggle and Johnny furiously wipes his forehead again, rather getting more flour smeared on the skin than before, “Well, that didn’t help.” You point your phone’s front camera at him.

"You know what let me just wash up and come back," he says,

"but Johnny," the tall man leans back midway from his venture to the washroom. "Where is Taeyong?" "Probably in the staff room, he was showing one of the new female staffs around," you frown at your colleage's back.

Your mind races to presume what Taeyong may have been doing, was this how he treated everyone when they joined? He'd never told you why he helped you in the first place. Was she prettier? Will Taeyong not spend much time with you as much as he used to? - "Hey," your gaze halts over Taeyong's familiar features and the new staff by him, who by the way, makes you feel like an insecure puddle because of the way she twists her shiny hair and giggles at the slightest remark Taeyong makes.

"This is uh our new staff, she could learn a thing or two from us," you open your mouth to say something but close it in second thought. You resort to offering your hand in exchange of a swallowed remark, rendering the stranger a tight lipped smile. "Nice to meet you." The stranger reciprocates your warm greeting, eyes darting off to Taeyong, who takes your flask from the counter, and eyes it suspiciously.

"I have to go to the pantry," she says to you but her gaze remains fixated on the raven haired boy, you grit your teeth,the petulant child in you brimming with envy.

"Did you save some for me?" Johnny shouts over the counter,breaking you from your train of thoughts, referring to the coffee, you presume. He stands up from his position, looking at you from between the steel shelves across.

"Ye-" Taeyong uncaps the flask and chugs it down. His face scrunches up in disgust once the bitter liquid slides down his throat. "Jesus fucking Christ." He shrugs, nose crinkling as he noticeably cringes. Taeyong hates unsweetened things, coffee being one of which. "Oh, God. Sorry, Johnny, I was just so thirsty." The taller male rolls his eyes at the assistant chef's transparent dramatics, getting back to his pastry batter instead.

You shake your head, maybe telling Taeyong about your feelings wasn't a bad idea.

You look for the perfect time, deciding to pick the late slot in your daily apprenticeship.

The clock strikes midnight, leaving you two alone in the kitchen. You watch Taeyong roll the dorayaki dough, as you are going to be working with Japanese sweets. You're immersed in the way his broad shoulders shifts with each press or push. "Taeyong?" You sit atop one of the stools at the counters. He hums in response, urging you to continue.

"Do you think the new girl's cute?" He turns his head and looks at you with one of his brows raised, "Why would you ask me such a weird question?"

You roll your eyes, throwing your head back briefly. Getting an answer out of Taeyong is quite nearly impossible sometimes. "Yes or no."

He stops, "I think so? Yeah." You stand up, catching his attention. "Is that why you helped her?" Taeyong turns to you fully now, one of his jests sitting at the tip of his tongue. "Why? You jealous?"

He expects you to laugh, or cuss at him like you always do but you don't. Your face is his interrogation ground, his pitch black orbs flit across your face in a failed attempt to map out your thoughts.

Apprehension holds him tight as he uncaps his water bottle, sipping it slowly to swallow down the lump in his throat. "Yes." Taeyong coughs with his palm patting at his chest.

You near him with narrowed eyes, until his back's pressed up against the steel counter, his palms support him as he pushes his head back. Your hands are only a few inches away from his. "One more question." His eyes widens at the proximity. "Why did you help me?"

When he doesn't answer as fast as you'd like, you push his buttons further. "You're not gonna tell me. Huh." You tap your chin falsely, "Maybe, I should tell Johnny to pick me up and buy me a meal, I'm so hungry-"

"I like you. I thought you were cute. I liked you when I first saw you so..I wanted to help you." Your brows shoot upwards, satisfied with his answer, you push yourself away. "Good." Taeyong lets a long held breath go. "I'd kiss you by now, if you weren't such a wimp."

"We..need anko." He says, a bright red blush biting at his cheeks at your comment. His mind is wound up on how warm, delicate you are.

"I'll get it." You say, biting back a giggle and jogging out of the place.

Contemplation is a stupid concept, Taeyong thinks. Screwing up his dough for the umpteenth time. Japanese sweets are all about consistency and undivided attention-none of the luxuries that Taeyong could afford at the moment.

He was so distracted. Firstly, because you made him ridiculously admit that he had a big fat crush on you. He clicks his tongue at the reminder, never mind that.

Secondly, it was raining cats and dogs and there was no sign of you. He shifts from foot to foot, letting his ruminations take the best of him. Should he go out and check? You didn't even take your phone. He makes a mental note to scold you for your callousness.

However, to put an end to his worries, the silver door is pushed open with an acrid clank. He watches you grumble under your breath, you set the brown packet of anko on the counter and continue to peel the wet jacket off of your face whilst it seems to stick to you like second skin.

Taeyong steals a towel from the napkin holders and begins to wipe at your wet head. He listens intently to your muffled complaints, only to chuckle when you pause to catch your breath during your lengthy vent.

When he pulls the towel from your face, he's introduced to a pouty you, "It's all your fault." He laughs at the accusation, pointing at himself playfully. "Huh. You're right. Next time I'll ask the rain to pour a little late." He groans when you slap his arm in response.

"Besides, you ambushed me. You deserve it." His towel covered palms wipe softly at your face. The fabric rubs at the corner of your mouth. It's as if the pair of you are transfixed in the moment, stuck in a time lapse. The universe stops existing around you for a second. Taeyong looks at the color of your lips, soft, they seem. He could kiss you right now. He really could.

"Taeyong?"

He hums, gaze still fixated on your lips. "Kiss me." There's a sudden mischievous glint in Taeyong's eyes as he drapes the towel over your face. You groan, pulling it away. "You're such a fucking child." You're barely functioning as the warmth of his digits cradle your jaw. "A child! What kind of a child.." you can feel his cool breath bite at your skin, warmth radiates off of his lithe body. "would do this?"

Kissing Taeyong is unlike any other experience, it makes your toes curl and stomach erupts with butterflies. He kisses you slowly, his hands skimming your skin like he wants all of it for himself. It's you who deepens the kiss, eliciting a groan from him in response. His fingers travel down to your bum, and he pushes you up on the counter. "Your clothes are..wet." he says, digits pulling at your buttons.

[jacobseedvaas35]

Befriended

(Chapter 5: First Move)

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 1352

Jacob had Bella sleeping on his bed, while he keep an eye out for her ex. He may have ran away but Jacob didn't trust the guy, especially after hearing everything about him from Bella. He felt bad for Isabella, she was so scared and sure that he ex was going to come back for more fun. It took her ten minutes to fall asleep and all it took for her to sleep, was Jacob to lie down next to her. He continually reassured her that she was safe now and that he would not leave her alone, ever.

While she slept peacefully, Jacob decided to go over to her house quickly and packed a few items of clothing. He was going to keep her next to him, just until the threat of her ex was gone. As he packed her bag, Jacob decided that it was best to give the Sheriff a call and inform him on what's happened. Maybe the Sheriff would make the other Deputies keep an eye out for Mark.

"Hello" the sheriff answered his phone.

"Sheriff, it's me Jacob Seed"

"How are you doing Jacob? Is everything okay?" The sheriff asked, a little surprised that he called.

"Unfortunately not. Isabella's abusive ex-fiancé showed up today. When I arrived home, I found him beating Isabella up. Any minute later and I don't want to imagine what he would have done to her" Jacob explained.

"What?! Is she okay?"

"No. She's scared. I've got her at my place at the moment. She doesn't want to be left alone. She thinks he'll come back for her when she's alone again" Jacob continued to explain.

"Do you need me to come down Jacob?" The Sheriff asked.

"Should be fine but I just wanted to let you know. I'll send you a photo of him when I get back to my place. Just so you can keep an eye out for him"

"Great idea but if you both need anything, please don't hesitate to give me a call. I'll be down in no time"

"Cheers" Jacob said and hung the phone up. He continued to pack Isabella's bag, when suddenly he heard her scream. He dropped everything and rushed outside, seeing Isabella standing at the front door of his house, looking for him. "Isabella!" Jacob yelled out, getting his attention.

"Jacob" she cried, ran to him and jumped into his arms. "Where did you go? You told me that you weren't going to leave me alone".

"I was packing a bag for you. I wasn't too far" Jacob said, holding her tightly against him. "I'm sorry". He felt bad after feeling how badly she was shaking. "I'm here Bella. Don't be scared". He held her hand tightly and walked her over to her house, to finish packing her bag.

Bella felt a lot calmer now. She even packed some snacks for them and walked back to Jacob's house, holding his hand tightly. She never thought that these circumstances would make the two of them very close.

Jacob looked the door to his cabin and placed Bella's bag in his bedroom, before sitting on the couch with her. "You okay now?".

"Yeah. When I woke up and couldn't find you, I thought something happened".

"Sorry. Just thought it would be best if you stayed here for a while".

"I don't want to bother you Jacob"

"You won't. I'd rather you bother me then live with fear" Jacob said and smiled.

"Jacob?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I ask you something?" Bella asked.

"Go for it" Jacob said and looked at her, waiting for the question.

"I know it was the moment of the heat but when you said to Mark, "shes mine now", What did you mean?" Isabella asked, a little nervous.

Jacob paused for a moment, not taking his eyes off her. "I had to protect you Bella. To show him that you don't belong to him anymore".

Bella sensed that Jacob was lying but didn't want to push his buttons. Instead, she grabbed his hand, smiled and moved closer to him. She pressed her lips on his cheek, giving him a soft kiss and then slowly moved to the corner of his lips. She pulled away to look at Jacob and they both locked eyes.

All of a sudden, Jacob smashed his lips against Bella's and made her lie down on her back, not breaking the kiss. Jacob couldn't contain himself and slip one hand under her t-shirt and up to her breast. Their kiss became passionate from the one movement.

Bella's hands rested on Jacob's back, gripping tightly onto his shirt while he started kissing her neck. The desire growing in her core and between her legs and by the feeling of something hard against her skin, it seemed like the desire was growing in Jacob too.

He wrapped his arms around, lifted her up and walked to the bedroom. He put Bella down on the bed and started undressing himself, while watching Bella strip too.

Once they were both naked, Jacob climbed on top of her and started kissing and sucking on her breasts. Bella couldn't contain the amount of moans that escaped her lips. Not only was Jacob pleasuring her but his hard member was rubbing against her thigh and close to her soaking wet slick.

Jacob grabbed his member, rubbed it against Bella's entrance and slowly slid himself in. Bella arched her back up at the feeling of pressure and pleasure, as Jacob's length went inside her until it couldn't no more. He put his forehead against Bella's and started rolling his hips against her. His length already hitting the perfect spot.

He was so soft and careful with her, something she never experienced with Mark. He was always rough, leaving her sore and bruised the next day, but Jacob didn't seem to be in any rush. He didn't want this pleasurable moment to end. He wanted to take in all of Isabella.

"So beautiful" he whispered and continued to watch Bella. Her hands going up and down Jacob's back, feeling all of his scars from war.

"Admit it. You like me" Bella laughed and moaned at the same time.

"I fucking love you" Jacob said and dug his face against her neck, while picking up his speed. Going in harder and hitting the perfect spot, made Bella go crazy. She continually swore out loud and her nails started digging into Jacob's back. She was damn mess and Jacob was loving it.

The desire in Bella's stomach grew and grew until it hit her. She shook under Jacob and screamed at all her moans as she reached her end. It made Jacob reach his end too and he spilt himself all inside Bella.

Jacob rolled off her and laid next to Bella, heavy breathing. Bella turned onto her side and cuddled up next to Jacob, resting her head on his chest. "Did you say you loved me?".

"Yes" Jacob said through his heavy breathing.

Well this was unexpected for Bella. She didn't think Jacob's feelings for her m, grew that much in a month. Nonetheless, she got Jacob to confess something huge and even though she wanted this to be friends with benefits, maybe she'd rather do all this while being in an official relationship so that people didn't judge her.

I love you too Jacob" Bella said, looking up at Jacob and smiling. "I want to be with you".

"I want the same thing" Jacob confessed. "So you'll be my girlfriend?"

"Gladly" Bella accepted and put her head back down.

"Well this sex just made me hungry" Jacob said and sat up in bed. "You want dinner?".

"Dinner later. How about we have a shower first" Bella suggested, seeing that they both were sweaty as hell.

"Hmm, shower sex sounds fun" Jacob said, grabbing Bella and throwing her over his shoulder. Bella laughed her head off as Jacob carried her to the bathroom, giving her ass a slap once or twice.

This was a start to a very special relationship for the both of them.

[deadbydelight]

Legion (Frank Morrison) x Reader: soulmate AU.

Someone requested it on wattpad so am going to try to deliver :D warning for some blood, violence and manipulation.

I am using this theme for the soulmate stuff: at age 18, you get your soulmate's name on your chest, written in their handwriting. When the two of you meet, the writing warms up a lot. After the first meeting, it just grow warmer when the two of you are near each other but it won't be as warm as the first meeting.

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Ormond.

It was a nice evening in Mount Ormond, snowflakes falling silently and the sky as grey as ever. The Legion was what we could say chilling in their small "basement quarter"

Usually it was on one of those calm day that Frank would order everyone to run around and wreck havoc in the small town... But this time he decided that they needed the rest. He was casually smoking a cigarette (stolen, mind you) while Joey was reading some comics (stolen too) and Susie was discussing with Julie, the two of them giggling from time to time.

Puffing out some smoke, he mindlessly scratched his neck, thinking about what they could do on their next "mission".

"Oh Frank, who is that?"

He stopped his thoughts instantly, his attention turning to the soft spoken voice of Susie. She wasn't really one to speak her mind so it was acutally surprising to hear her initiate a dialogue.

"Who?" He questionned back, raising an eyebrow at her question, Julie and Joey now curiously watching them.

"The name on your chest."

His eyes widened a bit at this but his whole face stayed put, doing his best to hide any feelings that his face might betray. He hadn't noticed his jacket had loosen up and that it was showing the first letter that were written on his chest. Of course Susie would be the one interested in those soulmates stories. She always was the naive one. He carelessly pulled the the left side of his jacket, showing off what was written on his left pec.

They all stared, Susie with longing and envy, Joey with disbelief and Julie with amusement. Seems like their opinions on the whole soulmate stuff differed greatly from one another.

"Have you met them ?" The pink haired girl asked, a smile forming on her face, showing her braces.

"No."

His voice was cutting. Not cold but clear as to show that he didn't really care about this whole story. Not anymore that is.

"Really ? Not even a tiny bit of warm?"

Now Frank was starting to be annoyed by Susie's insistance. He could understand that someone like her would be into soulmate stories but why was she satiating her curiosity with his own mark? Joey seemed to notice his change of mood and went in for a save.

"You know that soulmates rarely even meet each other right ?"

"Yeah Susie, let the men go they're not ready for a hopeless romantic like you!"

Julie snickered at her own comment as Susie's cheeks grew red. She quietly went back to where she had been, next to her best friend.

Frank took a much needed smoke of his almost finished cigarette, feeling strangely agitated. After one year of desperately looking for his soulmate, he just stopped caring all together. Yet his heart betrayed him, still hurt of the void that had took place in his chest. He stomped on his cigarette adding one more thing as he grabbed his mask:

"We're going out tonight."

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Entity's realm.

You were running. From what? Hell, you didn't even know. It felt like seconds ago you arrived in this... place? You had met another person that you remembered as Bill who sighed dramatically when he saw you, saying he had to deal with a "new one". You didn't know what that mean. He just told you that you were stuck in a sort of game in which you could get hurt at any moment. You had the time to have a very brief explication about generators needed to open the exit of this hellhole and then he yelled that you needed to run away as fast as possible because the two of you were being chased. Bill basically told you he was going to be a bait for you to get away.

Part of you was very moved by his act, the other half wish he didn't left you alone.

Now you were still running, your lungs hurt so much and your muscles were screaming in pain and you were simply running out of energy. What exactly was even chasing you? Was it some kind of monster ? A wild animal that went feral? You cried out as you felt a sudden burn in your chest, as if you were being marked with a red hot iron. As you ran it got warmer and warmer making you almost fall from the pain, but you kept running, scared of what was pursuing you, scared and-

"Agh!"

You had collided with someone so harshly that you fell on your bum, your pants getting wet as you landed on the snow that imediatly melted at the contact. You grunted, the pain and exhaustion hitting you all at once. Luckyly the burn in your chest had subsided, leaving a pleasant warmness that you couldn't exactly identify at the moment. When you came back to your senses you actually took note of the person you bumped into. He looked as lost as you, blinking at you and out of breath. He had a black jacket, his face actually quite attractive unexpectedly. His brown eyes were staring right back at you, taking in all the details of your own face. His hair was a light brown, looking even blond where the light was shining on it, short and well kept, the last detail you noticed was the tatoo on his neck.

"Well... hello?"

You jumped from your dreamy state, your cheeks warming up at the thought that yes, you were totally checking this guy out while you were supposedly being hunted.

"Sorry for bumping into you like that, I was... well running away, just like you."

He helped you getting up and you thanked him shily, your heart beating rapidly and this warmth in your chest, buzzing pleasantly, you couldn't pinpoint what it was exactly.

"You're new ?" He asked, "I've never seen you before."

You explained him your situation, he listened intently at everything you had to say. You felt so warm... and those eyes...

"Well it seems like you're indeed the newest addition... I'll make it simple for you. All the people stuck here, you included, have been chosen by the entity. I can't really explain you what it is... it basically created this whole world and it's aware of everything. Basically like a god... from time to time, four survivors like you and I are reunited in a sick game of cat and mouse. We're being hunted by a killer."

You gaped, completely horrified at the situation.

"So to get away we need to fix those generators right ?"

"Exactly! How did you know?"

"An old military guy named Bill told me about it. I think he literally saved my ass back there by distracting the killer..."

Now you felt bad that you actually left the guy alone against a killer... but you had no clue of what was going on...

"Hey, he'll be fine, I'm sure. Here let me show how to fix those."

You felt a pleasant tingle at the warmth of his hand holding yours. He did show you how to fix a generator even though you made it explode several times. He was so patient and sweet with you... and still this warmth in your chest... finally you started putting two and two together. What if he was..?

"Uh tell me..." you finally said, catching his attention off of the generator, "I don't think I have caught your name?"

"Oh right ! Sorry about that, I'm Frank M-"

"Morrison." You finished for him.

He stared at you, looking half surprised.

"So I wasn't the only one feeling it..."

You stared at one another once again, completely oblivious to the killer that might be looking for you at the moment.

"So we meet... and in a place like this, how peculiar!" You laughed, your eyes lighting up at the thought that you just met your soulmate.

He laughed with you, a small smile on his lips. It looked like he was admiring you so much right now. The noise of a generator being repaired rang and you suddenly remembered what you were doing.

"Let's finish this first and get away then alright?"

He nodded and you both got back to work. In no time the engine roared back to life and you beamed at Frank.

"We did it ! I think the exit is this way, let's go."

You began walking rapidly toward the source of light, Frank following closely. Or so you thought. You heard your name being called by his voice. You would have been happy to hear it if it wasn't for the... off tone he had. You curiously turn around to see him standing still near the generator. He had a mask on, all white with some disturbing features drawn on it. Was that blood smeared where his mouth should be? You froze as you saw the hunting knife in his right hand.

"Now let's see how fast you run, dear soulmate" he said in a sing song tone, apparently amused by your shocked expression.

And then it dawned on you. The killer was none other than him. You had been fooled and so devilisly so. Your heart throbbed painfully at the thought that... your soulmate was a crazy killer. You made a sudden u turn, dashing for the general direction of the exit. You heard him running right behind you, his breathing heavy with what seemed an insane excitement. He laughed at your poor attempt to run from him and pounced on you, making you both fall in the snow, his weight crushing you and preventing you from getting away. He got up and as soon as he did so, he grabbed you by the arm to forcefully roll you on your back.

You were terrified, tears rolling down your face and heart beating furiously in fear of dying right here right now. Your eyes were locked on his hunter knife and his bloody mask. You closed your eyes when he raised his weapon, expecting a brutal death... but it did not come. Instead he had started cutting the shirt under your jacket. You cried and whined, horrified at what he might do to you.

"Stop moving. I just want to see it."

You stood still, eyes wide as he literally cut a whole part of your shirt. There his name was. Written in his handwriting. He seemed hypnotized by it. His hand went to touch it, his fingertips feeling so cold on your sweaty skin. The writing reacted, heating up at his contact and making you tremble, this time you weren't sure if it was from fear only. After what felt like an eternity of him sort of molesting your chest, he abruptly stood up, watching you intently, his knife twirling expertly in his hand.

"Get up."

You did as you were told, too scared to consider disobeying him. He advanced toward you, his mask nearly inches from your own face, you could feel his breathing fanning over your own skin. He caressed your cheeks surprisingly soflty, drying some of your tears.

"You will run straight to the exit. We will meet again. You will NOT forget me. Understood?"

You nodded, terror preventing you from forming actual words. He seemed contempted about that for now as he chuckled. He lifted his mask, his oh so enchanting brown eyes staring right back at you.

"Don't forget that from now on, you're mine. "

You ran. Tears still rolling and heart hammering in your chest. You looked back one time, wondering if he was chasing you, but he was still there, not moving from his pot. He was waving, his knife still in hand. You knew for a fact that, as you ran to the exit, somehow you felt empty, the pleasant warm from being so close to your soulmate now fading as you ran as far away from him.

You knew for a fact that this wouldn't be your last encounter.

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Aaaaaa finally, I finished it! I just hope it's readable and not too ooc lol

[im-tops-bottom]

Dear Anonniiee~....

"Clint call the doctor's pronto. Natasha get...."

Everything became a blur for everyone since then. People were on autopilot trying to bring back Tony. He was rushed to the medical suite and almost died on the table a couple of times. There were times everywhere after managing to get Tony back to an alright stable condition.

What felt like an hour or so later everyone was gathered around as the doctor took a look at the notes.

"he is alright and the baby is now in a somewhat stable condition"

Steve was the first to speak up as everyone was stunned into silence trying to process what they just heard.

"I'm sorry what did you say? That can't be right"

"I'm sorry I thought you all knew"

Natasha stepped up looking at the doctor like she was going to interrogate him.

"he has been coming to me for a couple of months now. He said that he had already told everyone but wanted to keep it as a surprise for bu- what's going on?"

"what do you mean what's going on? We should be asking you that. I know you were about to say bucky. What has he got to do with any of this?"

"fine let's share stories. When Tony and Bucky first met they instantly connected. Next thing you know Bucky helps Tony through his heat. A day later a baby is rapidly growing in his tummy."

"what do you mean rapidly growing?"

"well a mix between Starks extremis and Barnes' super serum this baby Is slightly growing faster than a normal baby. Tony is looking at 3 more months until Tony gives birth rather than 6 months"

Steve feels like his gonna be sick. No one told him anything. If he had known then maybe none of this would have happened.

"Steve are you okay?"

Steve looks worryingly at the doctor before sighing. It's better that everyone heard what happened now then find out in the future.

"over 2 months ago when we had that fight in the airport, that wasn't the only time we fought."

"oh god I remember that. I helped Wanda send cars on top of him. Oh god the stress he went through between us and the acc- wait what do you mean wasn't the only time?"

"zemo showed Tony what really happened to his parents"

"Jesus Steve when we found out I told you to tell him."

"I couldn't do it Nat. I wanted to keep him happy and protected."

"just because you were in love with the man doesn't mean you should lie or keep secrets"

"woah woah woah in love? Parents? What the hell is going on?"

"Tony found out that Bucky killed his parents and that I kept him from him. He didn't take it to well and sent me flying to the ground. Next thing you it's a 2 v 1 all guns blazing. Wait! Doc he took so many punches to the stomach and a shield to tje chest. Not to mention flying in that suit! The baby couldn't have survived that"

"we thought so too. If anyone payed close attention to Tony's stomach then you would have seen a glow on his stomach. The baby healed itself using extremis"

"oh cool kinda like the doc in Doctor who with all that nano energy mumbo jumbo what was is called again?"

"doctor what now?"

"oh my god once Tony has healed and we all have a civilly stern talk with one Anthony stark about how we are going to bundle him up and lock him awa- hold up now. Woah woah woah back the frick frack paddy wack up TONY'S AN OMEGA!?!"

Everyone facepalmed at the sudden realization too busy worrying about Tony and the baby that it suddenly crossed their mimds thanks to the class clown Clint.

"yeah I thought you all knew. I mean Bucky did"

"ahhh soul mates. Never question a bond when it's a soulmates bond. They know everything about each other after meeting for just a split second. I love watching shows and movies based around those types of plots."

"okay so tony is actually an omega and not a beta. The only omega on a team filled with just alphas. I'm guessing he had suppressants. Has a secret thing with Bucky. Has his own secret thing which has cost him his life. Almost lo-"

"Jesus what is with us cutting off our sentences when we realize something. What's the matter?"

"from what pepper has been telling me, Tony has been under alot of stress lately. He hasn't been eating and sleeping well. I'm guessing it was taking a toll on the baby?"

"yes that is correct"

"great then I as the greatest man to ever live the oh so great cl- ow!"

"just get on with it"

"Clint Barton! Has decided we bring back the helper of this mess. I'm sure he can leave or bring his pet goat I don't mind but the thing hates me as an FYI. Ok ok put your hands down I don't need a group slapping session thanks. Anyway, we sit Tony down and we have a group meeting followed by a family bonding time. Let's clear the air, especially between Tony and Bucky because there is going to be alot of tension."

"what do you mean oh wise clint Barton?"

"it doesn't take a genius to figure it out. Dude they must have bonded their first night together completely. Like bite and everything. It must have been hard for Tony with all his omega and baby hormones and then the stress of us and the accords to finding out information he should have known in the first place"

"not to mention the asshole who caused all of this not only fought him and almost killed him but also broke the bond and left him in this mess a couple of months later without so much as a call or letter"

"Bucky when did you get here? How much did you hear?"

"heard all of it Stevie. Got here the moment something happened. Friday called Shuri when I was down in the gym. Stephen was there to help out with a project she was working on so he portaled me right here. How's he doing doc?"

"he's in a stable condition now. How about everyone get settled down, have a bite to eat...."

"how about goat curry? Ow! Would you guys stop it"

"no I think not"

After everyone settles down they leave the medical suite and go watch a movie to calm themselves down.

It's not until the next day when everyone woke up to a shocked voice.

"what are all of you doing in my room?"

Everyone rushes up and hugs Tony giving him a good old group hug.

"okay have I gone through a time machine? Or did I get sent to a different reality? Friday?"

"I'm here boss. No you are still in the same timeline. This is what people call a group hug"

"better watch that sass before I remove it in your next upgrade and replace it with a water pistol"

"that will so much better because I can't sass fire off of you when you experiment"

"my own baby is talking back to me. I am shocked"

"I learned from the best boss"

"damn straight you have now can some one please tell me whats going on he-oomph"

Everyone stares in shock as a teary eyed Clint kisses the life out of Tony and while Tony is in shock Clint bites Tony's bond mark causing the smaller man to Yelp.

"wow I'm the youngest here, completely pregnant and this is how I'm treated"

Tony gets another shock as a growl comes out of Clint's mouth before he is slammed onto the bed. He gets a cry baby sitting on his lap leaving kisses all over his face.

"I'm sorry for leaving you, for going against you, for not listening to you, for demanding to much, for bullying you, for putting huge amounts of stress on you, for beig so angry at you when I was actually angry at the government, for hurting you, for saying nasty shit and for possibly being the worst best friend anyone could ever have. Please please please forgive me. I promise I won't bring harm to you ever again. if you can't trust me now then at least, actually it would be better if you don't trust me now. I just bit your bond mark and kissed you without permission"

"you think you moron?"

"well obviously I wasn't thinking. That's how we became best friends right? Because we don't think? Speaking of thinking"

Clint starts slapping Tony's thighs

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING PUTTING YOU AND YOUR BABY AT RISK YOU STUPID BRATTY PIECE OF SHIT! AS SOON AS WE SAY WHAT WE HAVE TO SAY THEN I AM ORDERING UP LARGE AND FORCE FEEDING YOU FOR THE LAST 3 MONTHS! Who's next!?!"

Natasha ripped a pouting Clint away before she ruffled Tony's hair and kissed his cheek smiling.

"I think Pepper would get angry if I marked you"

"2 fiery red heads filled with love for each other. Can only imagine what a fight between you two would look like"

"even though she is an omega she is a fiery hot headed one. Hmmmm I remember when I thought she was just a beta. Kinda reminds me of someone I know"

"okay I can explain"

"explain later for right now"

Sam comes jumping on Tony and sobs his heart out.

"im so sorry Tony. You know I didn't mean any of it. Neither did vision. It was just a poorly executed mess"

"you do realize I'm not the one you should be saying sorry to for that"

"I know. I apologized to vision and well you know how Rhodey gets"

"hey don't worry Sam. Don't give up. He'll come around. Rhodey has forgiven me and doesn't blame me for it. He at least talked to me. I don't know what's wrong with T'Challa"

"like I said Sam, he'll come around"

"I hope so. Just know that if you really truly forgive me then you would name your baby after me"

"wait how"

"don't worry about it. Any way come on Clint, Nat let's get our of here for this one"

Clint pouts and makes grabby hands for Tony as he gets dragged out by Nat.

Tonys heart stops as he sees one of the people he doesn't want to see. He stands up and his hand goes straight to his chest. Face hardens as he looks directly into the blondes eyes.

"please don't put your walls up. I promise I won't hurt you ever again"

"I don't trust you"

"then I'll take my time to earn your trust back and wait patiently. For now please just hear me out"

"now why would I do that Steve? Did you ever listen to me?"

"ouch okay yeah I deserve that. What I also should have deserved was you actually showing off your strength and kill me in siberia. That's the least I deserve for what I put you through"

"Steve look. What happened back there wasn't just your fault but all of ours. We butted heads instead of talking it out like a family"

"but your parents"

"I am extremely hurt because of that. I wouldn't have been that bad if you had told me in the first place. As you can see I wasn't angry at Bucky. I was angry at Hydra for turning him into their bitch, I was angry because instead of hearing it from someone I care alot about, I hear it from the monitor set up by a damn villain. I was angry because no one listened to me about what I can do if everyone signed. Even team iron Man spoke against me, then again at least they stood by my side"

"okay okay I deserve that too"

"damn right you do. Look I'm not in a place to send or receive forgiveness yet. Hell none of us do but that shouldn't stop any of from working tofuckengether and finding out where on God's green earth is the bloody hulk and Thor because then that airport battle would have been awesome!"

"that's not fair"

"why isn't it fair?"

"because then banner wouldn't want to participate and the hulk would have been on your side while Thor protects his omega from getting hurt thus realizing he will need to be on team iron Man because of the hulk. We would have been outnumbered. Not to mention my ex chose you over me"

"don't regret it"

"but I do"

"why?"

[moonraccoon-exe]

What's the story behind Ignis acquiring Ulric's Kukris? Maybe Nyx left instructions that upon his death his daggers are to be delivered to one Ignis Stupeo Scientia. And as soon as Ignis comes into possession of his lover's weapons, he's immediately aware of Nyx's passing. Although no-one's hip to Ignis' and Nyx's relationship, Gladio certainly knows what's up. He's the one who brought them together. And he'll be their to pick up the pieces of Ignis' shattered heart.

(This is on the “newest” half of the entries in myinbox, but I couldn’t resist, have mercy on me.)

Ah, yes, the story of Nyx Ulric, the Kukris,Gladiolus Amicitia, and Ignis Scientia. 

It started as a joke, you know? Only a way for ayoung eighteen year old Gladio to annoy a seventeen year old Ignis Scientia,who only had one year training for Crownsguard so far, and who once admitted ina casual conversation with his best friend the Shield-to-be that his biggestinspiration was “possibly” the Glaive known as The Hero. Ignis had commentedthat as a way to hurt (in a harmless and playful way) his cocky best friend byletting him know Gladio wasn’t his biggest inspiration (though he was, at thesame levels than Nyx, though in a very different way), but he wasn’tlying. 

A bit too much into it, Ignis accidentally talked aboutthe things and reasons why he looks up to Nyx Ulric so much. Gladio noticed hisfriend got a bit carried away, which is unusual but very gratifying to see inIgnis Scientia. However, instead of getting serious about it, and in whatseemed like a joke but hid more subtext than Ignis realized for a couple yearsmore, Gladio started teasing him about “having a crush on Nyx”, bombarded himwith questions of “how handsome do you think Nyx is”, “have you seen your herotoday?” and some other things to tease him. 

At some point, while training with Gladio in thesame room than a few other couple Glaives, the Hero himself included, Gladiostarted teasing his friend on the matter.

“You’re doing particularly good today, Iggy. Tryingto impress someone?”

“It’s called ‘improving’, Gladio, and it hasnothing to do with impressing-”

“I think he’s looking our way.”

“I am not going to fall for such a stupid little-”

“I lied. He’s not looking. But he should. I mean,you’re doing really good. Say, what do you think I call him?”

“Wha-?”

“Besides,he’d be very happy to know that he’s a hero to you too, just in a very particular way.”

“Don’t you dare-”

“But I know you’re shy and won’t tell him. Butdon’t worry, that’s why you’ve got me. I’ll tell him for you.”

“Gladiolus, you can’t be-”

“Watch me.”

Ignis glared at him.

Gladio smirked. 

“Hey, Ulric! My friend here, Ignis, says thatyou’re his hero too-!” 

Nyx heard very well, but he was a bit confused; hedidn’t get close to talk with them and wasn’t sure if he should have thankedthem, because while the young Amicitia was telling him this from across thetraining hall, his friend, who had been complaining to him the entire time,suddenly jumped on him and started trying to furiously beat him up, whileburning red in the face. Gladiolus was laughing and fighting him back. Crowehad nudged at him and made wriggly eyebrows, but Nyx was not sure he wascatching what was happening. 

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After that, Gladio started trying to introduce thema little more seriously. Ignis always swore to him he’d never forgive thatfirst impression he gave Nyx Ulric of him, and often denied to say a properhello to the Hero when Gladio insisted because “how can I face him after suchembarrassment? We must have offended him”. Oh, but the young Shield-to-be issmart on his own way, especially for this sort of things.

Without the other two knowing, Gladio ended uptricking things in a way so that both the Glaive and the Advisor-to-be had noother option but to stumble upon each other. Nyx, outgoing and stillremembering about this boy, was first to say hello. Ignis reacted a bitsilently, too shocked and a bit too worried on what sort of behavior he shouldpresent to the famous Glaive, but said hello back. 

And so both started growing fond of each other.Sometimes, Gladio called in sick at the very last minute before his trainingwith Ignis, usually when he knew that the Glaive was at the Citadel and withfree time, hence the perfect replacement. Sometimes, Gladio accidentally forgotsomething at the training hall, so Ignis accompanied him when Gladio decided togo check at the same hour that the Glaive had his own training there.Sometimes, Gladio casually knew where the Glaive used to hang, and happened tohave invited Ignis and other friends there. 

So many times, it casually happened that this orthat happened in Gladio’s life that affected either Nyx’s or Ignis’ in a way sothat both Glaive and Adviser started frequenting each other, until it stoppedbeing weird, and until they started hanging without the need ofcoincidence. 

The years went on. Gladio watched his best friendIgnis interact with the Glaive, each day more and more, and seeing theirfriendship grow.

One day, Gladio asked the two out for a goodevening together somewhere in the city, with Noctis included. However, as ithappens in the strange coincidences of life, that night the prince and theShield were both required for a late meeting with the King and Shield Clarusthat apparently nobody else knew about. The problem was that they phoned Ignisand Nyx to let them know they wouldn’t make it there when both Ignis and Nyxwere already together at the meeting spot. 

“What a shame.”

“What a shame, indeed. Gladio had the perfectchance for free dinner with these coupons. And they expire today…”

“What a shame…”

“Indeed, what a shame…” 

There was silence. The wind was chilly and bothcould take the perfect subconscious excuse of shielding half of the face intheir scarves when silence fell upon them. A twenty year old Ignis had gottenused to the Hero as a friend, but it still drove him shy whenever they wereleft alone. Nyx caused impressions in him that nobody else had gotten before,and Ignis had yet not comprehended them. Nyx always seemed to want to go toIgnis’ pace and never pressured him too much, often staying quiet in hispresence and being soft with him without excluding the jokes and pranks. 

The two stood, cold and alone together, knowingwhat was to come but none seeming to dare give a first step. 

“Say…why don’t we make use of the coupons?”

“Oh?”

“Yes, I uhm-”

“Yes.”

“Yes, uhm…I just meant…we can still hang together.Make use of free dinner. If you…want and can, of course. We can…leave, see whenGladio and the prince have another opportunity and-”

“No, no, it’s fine. I mean, the four of us can hanganother time, but…you’re right.”

“Right?”

“Yes.”

“Oh yes, I…”

“Uhm…”

 A clumsy mess of words stumbling on eachother by both talking at the same time. A mess that, nonetheless, ended upconcluding with satisfaction and much less awkwardness. 

“So…let’s go?”

“Yes.” 

A Glaive offering an arm. An Adviser in trainingsmiling, accepting the offer.

Two figures walking under the snow towards a ramenrestaurant with coupons for free dinner, arms entwined, and some laughs.

And, of course, a smiling Gladiolus Amicitia thatenjoyed watching the two greet each other Good Morning the next day, in such asilly and failed attempt at being subtle that Gladio could not help but findthem amusing, and a bit cute. 

The years went on with Ignis and Nyx as an officialcouple, though mostly in secret. Ignis was well known among the Glaivegarrison; a very proud Nyx often talked about him with his comrades, andsometimes brought him along just to say Hello. Nyx started hanging with Ignis’friends, the only ones that knew about them, including the prince, so often hesometimes called him by the name (and usually tried to correct it immediately).A very proud Ignis often talked about him or brought him along if it wasalright with everyone else. Ignis sometimes got to hang with Nyx’s mostintimate friends alone, his only family, and Ignis had not been scared ofbringing Nyx home to have dinner with the adviser’s uncle. 

All in all, the relationship only did but growgiant and wonderful steps with each passing day and week and month. 

Ah, how to forget the first time that Gladio saw ahickey on his friend’s collarbone. Seen by no other but the very same KingRegis himself. Oh, how much Gladio lost the voice laughing when, in the middleof a serious conversation between him, Ignis and the King, the Lucis Caelumstarted smiling like a naïve child, and interrupted Ignis mid-sentence.

“Oooooh, is that a hickey?” the king asked like akid asking ‘is this a kitten!?’. Gladiolus was first to yelp out a ‘What’,while Ignis pulled from his collar by reflex, which did but throw the Shieldinto laughter and ‘Ooooh’ exclamations, while trying to push Ignis’ hands andcollar away to see, among complaints from the adviser. 

“It may be!” Ignis ended up admitting when he wasalready on the floor, Gladiolus straddling him and threatening to lick his faceif he didn’t speak, burning red in the face and trying to pretend this wasnothing. “But it’s only a hickey! It…compromises nothing!” 

And it did not, no. What was compromising was onlya few weeks later, during training with the Glaive. Oh, how to forget that evenbetter time when the Marshal and Nyx had decided to team up against Gladiolus,switching the pairs so each of them got a turn against the other two. After histurn alone, Nyx grew too sweaty from battling these two great warriors, andwent to his bag to change his shirt for a cleaner and fresher one.

It was not on his fault, he had no idea that Ignishad done it hard enough to leave marks. But, oh, the poor silly man gave hisback to the other two and calmly took off his shirt, unaware of the linesmarked on his skin. 

Cor closed the eyes and sighed, but the youngShield was a whole different case.

“Are those nail scratches!?”

“Wha-?”

“Yooooooo!Those are nail marks! Hahaha! You must have done amazing on top to have brokenthrough….his composure! Man, and he keeps them short! How hardwas he doing it to leave marks? Oh boy, you two are losing no time, huh?” 

Needless to say, Nyx could not focus in any battleafterwards, and he had troubles looking at the Marshal to the eyes for somereason. 

And the years continued until leading us to themoment of the prince’s engagement. Ignis, as second hand to Noctis, had itimplicit and explicit on his duty that he was a Must on the formation of theprince’s retinue to escort him to Altissia, place of the events. Gladiolus, asthe prince’s Shield, was another Must. Nyx would have gone, oh, how dearly hewished to, how desperately he wished to, but he was a Kingsglaive, not aPrincesglaive. The Hero was too responsible and honorable, and he felt ineternal debt with King Regis, and took his title and job too seriously. So hedecided to stay where his place was supposed to be; nearby the King, when noton the battlefield. 

Still, Nyx took all the free time he had to be withIgnis. He helped him prepare his baggage, both played together like childrenwhile doing that, chased each other around the suitcases and bed, ignored theclothes to be packed for a moment to cuddle. Nyx offered to train him the daysprior to parting, trying to perfection his partner’s skills for battle evenwhen Ignis was at his same level and even superior from time to time. Nyxhugged him particularly tightly whenever Ignis got to spend the night with him,all night, as if even asleep he was too scared to let go yet. 

And on the last night prior to the prince and hisretinue’s parting, both got to spend the night together. Gladio spent the nightwith his family as did the prince and their fourth companion, like anyonebefore a journey would do. So Nyx and Ignis did the same; they were eachother’s family, so it was only natural they reached for each other without asecond thought. Ignis’ uncle spent great part of the night with them, but leftwith the excuse that he had to go to the king’s side, as asked his duty offirst attendant, not without smiling at them like he knew what being young andin love was. 

Ah, that wonderful night together. They had beensoft and slow with each other during intimacy before, but there was…somethingin the air that one day, something that none knew how to name or point where itcame from or why, but…it was like life itself was asking them for thatparticularly sincere manifestation of their feelings for each other. In someway, it was like life was telling them to take the chance because it would belong before they would be reunited again, like they would never see each otherafter this.

Ignis had assumed back then that the thought wasalarming, but did not give it any major emphasis, thinking that he was just sostupidly in love that a separation of a few months felt like an eternity tohim.

With hips that bucked slowly and softly, a pair ofhands on his thighs, or his back, or his arms or his face, both mouthsbreathing the same air and letting out soft little moans, the calling of eachother’s names, skin caressing against skin, heat increased and mostly silencewas it not for the little moans, names, and a few ‘I love you’s, Ignis madelove with his hero with all the sincerity and affection he could gather. 

That was their personal and private ‘Goodbye’, butnot the last one before parting for the journey. 

Gladio could never forget the oh so terribly and absurdly romantic long whilethat the two took saying ‘goodbye’ to each other between little kisses, but notletting go was it not due to Noctis who, tired of waiting and already late togo bid goodbye to the king, interrupted and reminded them this was not ‘goodbyeforever and can you please stop before I throw up’. 

It still took them a while, whispering little‘Goodbye’s to each other like both wanted to be the last saying it. While they were on it, Nyx suddenly grabbed Ignis’ wrist without looking, and both smirked at each other, playfully.

“Uh huh, sweetheart” Nyx side smiled at him. “You’re not taking my Kukris.”

“I thought my kisses could be hypnotizing enough to distract you” Ignis joked and fakes a sigh. “Seems like I failed. Again.”

Because this was a game for the two. It started when one day Ignis tried to take Nyx’s daggers, and the Glaive reacted by reflex and quickly grabbed them before Ignis could put a finger on them. 

Nyx apologized because it really had been a reflex and offered that Ignis took them, but the two made a game out of it and Ignis’ fake drama about “No, you didn’t want your own boyfriend to touch them. I’ll have to steal them, now.”

Nyx had explained to him how special his kukris were to him; his trademark weapon of choice, basically a symbol of his own, how many years and battles he’s fought along his kukris, and how he wants to die with the daggers in his hands. How they mean the world to him, how they’re like his companions, and how he doesn’t just let anyone touch them.

“So, now you know, Ignis Scientia” Nyx would tell him, smiling and joking. “The only way you can have my daggers is over my own cold, abandoned corpse.”

Ignis tried biding goodbye that day before the journey by trying to win their silly little game, but Nyx stopped him before the adviser could take them, currently in their sheaths rather than hidden in armiger.

“See, if you want to take them” Nyx told him with a playful grin, “you’ll have to try again when you come back. So it’s on you how long you’ll take out there.”

“Well, when I come back, I’ll grab them at my first attempt, I assure you.”

“Oh, no. I told you, you can try, but the only way you’ll have them is over my own dead body!”

“Put that way, I do hope that coming back I don’t get to grab them, then. Because you won’t die while I’m gone, will you?”

“Of course I won’t!” Nyx complained, hugged Ignis close, arms wrapped around the adviser’s slender but strong waist, and resting their foreheads together. “If I die, you’ll get my kukris. And no way I’m losing this game, darling.”

Ignis only laughed, hugged him back, and mentally agreed. His mouth could not reply, busy as it was meeting Nyx’s.

And that was how Ignis and Nyx parted ways due tothe prince’s journey. 

On an early morning of May, Ignis’ phone buzzedendlessly on the bedside table. Since the first rays of light it started, andit kept buzzing for a while.

But Ignis was not there to answer it.

No one answered it; Ignis had had a very bad nightin which he could not stay still, as if he was forgetting something of majorimportance but not knowing what, something so urgent it woke him up before thesun, nervous. Too anxious, he decided to go outside for a breath of air. Leavingthe phone behind. He had not wanted distractions. 

Gladiolus found him. Ignis was standing at thefishing spot, looking at the distance and looking upset in some way. The Shieldhad gone out for his morning run not long after Ignis had left his bed. Igniswas a very thoughtful person, but not one to wake up so ridiculously early andgo outside to do nothing. Concerned, he reached for the adviser and asked himif everything was fine. With a smile, Ignis reassured him he was okay. Gladiooffered they walked together back to the hotel room.

Ignis yet did not check the phone, which had longstopped buzzing. He started reviewing things, trying to find out when the nextboat to Altissia parted, making sure everything was on its place, and got sooccupied the rest woke up and started doing their daily morning activities. 

Before he could make time to check the phone, as hedid not consider it of major importance, Ignis went outside to get some coffeefor himself and go see if there were newspapers.

And there were; rushed and messed up newspapersdone last minute, or last second out of how low quality they looked, and howthey were delivered by a very altered man who kept saying in almost screamsthat he had ‘emergency news’. 

Oh, Ignis would never forget that day. The way hereached for a newspaper, that they were giving for free due to the urgency ofthe situation, how his heart dropped, how he had to re-read the main page fivetimes before comprehending this was reality.

The first thing he thought about was, like always,his prince. The second thought, how was Ignis supposed to tell him this. Thethird, Nyx. The fourth was a fleeting thought of pain for his homeland and hiscountry, but by that point he was already supporting himself against a wall notto fall, silently but terribly painfully crying, and trying to figure out howhe was supposed to bring these news to his friends, and the state of hisbeloved, who had stayed behind. 

After delivering the news to his friends andstaying strong and as cold-minded as possible trying to figure what to do next,after everything had calmed as much as it could get, and after some moremoments, Ignis did reach for his phone, decided to look for his beloved.

Only to find his beloved had already done that, andhe had not answered.

Gladio was there when Ignis checked the phone, andsaw the ten missed calls. He was there when he saw Ignis grow pale and tried toexcuse himself when he went out to try and call back. The man looked soterribly sick and terrified even when hiding it that Gladio followed, so hecould stand close enough to make sure his friend was okay, but not too much, togive him his intimacy. Even though he knew, both knew, that nobody was going toanswer the phone. 

And nobody did. Ignis called many times that day.He had a short emotional collapse that Gladio thankfully helped with. And thenIgnis tried at night. And the next morning and night, and the ones afterwards,and after that, and after that one again. A week later, it was useless tryingto call; the other phone had run out of battery and did not ring anymore.

Still, Ignis did not have another emotionalcollapse.

“We’re not a hundred percent certain ofhis…whereabouts” Ignis once told Gladio. “I know it may be senseless, but hopedies last. I hope.” 

Gladio did not reply to that. He knew. He knew thatIgnis knew. Absolutely senseless and hopeless. ‘Can’t believe until I see itwith my own eyes’ sort of reaction; already fully aware of what had happened,but refusing to accept it until, well, seeing it firsthand.

Or receiving the Kukris. Nyx did say he would onlylet Ignis have them over his dead body. He promised

Ignis had always considered that a joke. And hecontinued the journey hoping it’d stay a joke, and to never receive the damnKukris.

The events of Altissia spoke a lot to Ignis. Notonly did he learn many things that he once ignored; he also learned about thering in flashing visions, and how it was possible to wear it even if notbelonging to royal blood. Because somebody else had done it before. Ignis saw,when unexpected visions struck him on his way to the altar, what a heroicGlaive had done to save the ring. And it inspired him; inspired him to put iton himself.

Because if a Glaive could, so could he.

And he saw the results it had for the Glaive.

But he had yet not received the Kukris. He refusedto fully accept it until then. It had been a promise.

Which leads us to Insomnia, ten years later. Tenyears in which Ignis was conscious of this, in which he met Libertus and theGlaive told him the last he knew about Nyx, told him about waiting for him attheir homeland, waiting everywhere and writing letters that were neveranswered. And Ignis knew it, like he knew it when Nyx never answered the phone,and each year was only a bigger confirmation. But one grain of hope inside himstill refused to mourn him. He was too busy and his duty was focusing on Noctisfirst; he could not give himself the time to cry for a loved lost one.

So instead he trained and trained until he couldmove as if though he could see. Sometimes, when the world felt the mosthopeless for him, Ignis would fantasize about what he would talk with Nyx whenhe saw him again, what they would do. He wondered if Nyx would cry when Igniswould look at him with blind and scarred eyes. He wondered if the Glaive wouldstill found him ‘stunningly handsome’ as he always called him. He wondered howit would happen, their first kiss after one, two, three years, depending on howlong it had been since the Fall of Insomnia. He wondered if Nyx would remembertheir silly little argument, and would push him back when Ignis would try tograb his Kukris, laughing. 

And Gladio was with him all through the ten years.Sometimes from some distance, sometimes right at his side, but always presentfor him. Always guarding he was alright and healthy, not only physically.Always aware of Ignis’ strange denial of sorts. Always with him. 

When Noctis returned, it was still on Ignis’ dutyto guide and accompany him to the very last step of this. They made it back toInsomnia, and started fighting their way into it. At some point, they reached azone of disaster that blocked the way; heavy debris and chaos was in the way.

They commented on how it looked like a great fighthad been held there.

As they had spent a long while walking and fightingdaemons, they decided to take a break at a station nearby. Noctis and Promptostarted going, but Ignis stayed behind. Gladio, like always, stayed with him. 

Ignis went among and onto the debris, and Gladio followed.While the adviser had learned to live perfectly fine and almost as if he couldsee, this could be tricky for even someone with healthy eyes. So Gladio, whilehating to not give him the space that he knew Ignis needed, got closer andtried the territory to guide Ignis through the steps that were secure. 

Ignis asked him to help him look, and Gladio didnot need to be told what. Both started searching around, Ignis mostly withsenses and instinct and Gladio keeping an eye in case he saw among all the ruinsomething that could confirm what they were looking for. 

And they found that. Oh, they found that and it wasterribly heartbreaking in a strange way. 

Gladio saw them. He saw them nearby a phone with nobattery and long dead. He picked them and returned to Ignis, in completesilence, and Ignis was not even looking around anymore, and did not rush toGladio to question him. Because he knew what was to happen, and Gladio knewthat too, and both knew the other knew, but the silence was only natural. 

And that’s how Gladio handed the Kukris to Ignis.The adviser took his gloves off before accepting them. He took the daggers inhis hands, and looked their way even when he could not see. His thumbscarefully caressed the blade, and his hands gently and slowly started feelingthe handles, and back to the blades. They were dull and overly used. Which hidso much context to him. 

Ignis closed the eyes and contained a huge sigh inhis chest that he oh very slowly let out through the nose. He took his visorsoff, and before he could drop them, Gladio took them for him and saved them in apocket. Ignis slowly and thoughtfully went down to a knee, then the other, andfinally sat on the ground. 

That was when he started crying. 

It was silent, and the tears were counted, but eachof them was full of heartache and sadness.

“I don’t need to see them; I know them by touch”Ignis said while holding the daggers close and caressing them. “He always saidI could only have them over his dead body. It was always a joke. But, once, itwasn’t.” 

Gladio doesn’t sit with him yet. It does’t feellike the right time. And he says nothing either; all that he does is stand atIgnis’ side, absolutely silent, and listens to him.

“Once, he told me that he was serious about it. Hesaid that the Kukris were his favorite weapons, and his trademark. He alwayspraised my skills with daggers. Once, when I was playfully trying to make himpraise me, he said that I was so good that I could be the next owner of thekukris. He first said it as a joke again. But then, when we were done laughing,he took my hand and looked at me to the eyes, and he said…’Seriously, though. Myjob is very dangerous, and I could die any day. If it happens that the Astralsare not merciful on me and don’t allow me a long life with you, I’ll make sureyou become the new owner of the kukris. I don’t know how, but I’ll find a wayso that they make it to you, or that you make it to them. And I want you to takethem and do what I couldn’t. Because, darling, the way you’re going, you’ll bea much more skilled and better hero than I am today, and more than only worthyof my beloved kukris’.” 

Gladio still stays quiet, and Ignis fall silent aswell. He sniffles only once and cleans his tears. That’s when Gladio slowlygoes down to sit at his side, but doesn’t touch him. They sit there, together,in total silence except for one or two quiet sniffles here and there. And then,like they had known all along about Nyx’s destiny but only letting it go whenthey finally saw it, they knew about this, so it doesn’t take neither of themoff-guard when Ignis changes the conversation to something that could havesurprised him years ago, but not now. 

“Since when are you in love with me, Gladio?” 

Gladio is not surprised. Ignis had always been toosharp, and if he had not caught it all those years ago it had been, at first,because he was sharp for everything except romance, and after that he had beentoo in love with somebody else to pay attention to Gladio’s behavior. And, after that, too busy searching for information and preparinghimself for the moment that Noctis returned to pay attention to these matters. 

Gladio shrugs with a sad smile that he wonders ifIgnis can sense.

“Since high school, I think.”

Ignis turns in his direction, looking puzzled.

“…I understand you never told me. That could beshyness. But…what I don’t understand, then, is why it is that you threw mestraight into Nyx’s arms if you were feeling like that. Did it not…harm you?” 

Gladio shrugs again, and stares away, stillsmiling.

“I guess it did hurt a bit” Gladio admits.

“Then why did you do it? Go through all that effortso Nyx and I could be together, instead of attending to your own feelings?”

“Because he made you happy.” 

Ignis stays frozen for a while. They say nothingfor a moment afterwards, and the only movement is the adviser looking up and inthe Shield’s direction, speechless.

“So did you” Ignis says.

“But in a very different way” Gladio smiles at him.“You considered me a brother. But you were stupidly in love with NyxUlric even before you noticed it yourself. I wanted to tell you my ownfeelings, ask you for a chance, but…” he sighs. “He was already making youhappy, even before you became a couple. I didn’t want to ruin that; you were ashappy as I wanted to see you. So, yes, it did hurt a bit, but, you know…I was sad it wasn’t me, but also more than in love enough with seeing you happy, it made me happier than sad.I’m sorry if it sounds too cheesy…” 

Ignis is againunable to give an answer. He only stares with blind eyes in Gladio’s direction,and none say a thing for a while. It’s the Shield who talks again, after asigh.

“And now you’re nothappy. The same reason that once made you so wonderfully happy is now the reasonof your pain.”

Ignis lowers thehead and offers no reply. He knows that, but has no answer.

“But, you know? Idon’t regret a damn thing about it.”

The adviser is abit surprised about it. He had thought that Gladio would say the entireopposite; that if he had known that it would turn out like this, he would havenever thrown him to Nyx Ulric’s arms, and would have tried it himself. So thismakes him surprised and confused, and he stays quiet while the Shield speaks.

“I don’t regret adamn thing because even if it hurts now, he made you the happiest man on Eosfor a few years, and that’s wonderful; that it hurts only means that you care.And that speaks of a very warm and incredible heart.”

He feels Gladiopoke very softly at his chest, right on top of the heart.

“And even after heparted and happiness turned to pain, he was still giving you something positivethat helped you through the journey, through the years of darkness, somethingthat nothing and no one else could have given you in the same measures…” 

Ignis feelsGladio’s hand on his arm, hesitant at first, but then carefully moving to hisback, where he lands it softly but firmly.

“He gave you hope.A bit messed up and with some desperation in between, but hope, nonetheless.And inspiration. And that’s what made of you the man that you are today.Happiness is only a matter of time, you’ll see.” 

The adviser can butsmile at him, softly.

“So you better givethese kukris the best damn use you can give them” Gladio tells him with aplayful smile. “They’re only worn by heroes. So you better behave like one. Abrave hero that will survive through this, or I’ll take those from you. Okay?” 

Ignis can’t helpbut drop a little tear, but he’s grinning and chuckling. It’s impossible to notsmile in the presence of a charming and playful Gladiolus, even when theconversation remains serious.

“It took me abouttwelve years to get my hands on them” Ignis tells him, still smiling. “No waywill I let you touch them now.”

“Good” Gladio grinsand chuckles with him. 

They stay quiet foronly a little longer. That is, however,until Ignis gets slightly up only to move much closer to the Shield, and sitsat his side, kukris still softly held in his hands.

“I am unaware ofhow I could have gone so many years unaware of your feelings. You’ve alwaysbeen there, making sure I’m happy and healthy, even putting your own happinessand health to risk or even giving them up sometimes just for that…” Ignismurmurs to him. “It was crystal clear. How did it take me so long?”

“You were in love”Gladio tells him with a smile. “He was all you could see and think about. It’sonly natural you didn’t notice.” 

Ignis says nothing,and he takes some moments before he softly and slowly nods. There’s silenceagain, that lingers and goes on for a few minutes.

“Your feelings aretoo pure, Gladio.”

And, then, theadviser softly rests the head on the Shield’s shoulder.

“…I wish to bereciprocate to them” Ignis whispers, eyes closed. He hears gladio take in abreath through the nose, softly and big, keep it in, and slowly and quietly letit out, like had just been told heaven exists and it’s all for him to see.“But…I do not wish for that to happen out of gratitude, nor out of loneliness.I think that…before that, I must heal some wounds, and then I can come to you. Ibelieve you understand that…I haven’t mourned him yet…”

“You take all thetime that you need and want, Ignis” Gladio whispers to him and wraps an armaround the shorter man’s shoulders, not pulling him closer, just holding himfirmly and softly at the same time. “Your health before my happiness.”

“You don’t mind thewait?”

“I’ve never waitedfor you” Gladio tells him. “You’ve always allowed me to be there for you. Inever needed you to know my feelings to give them to you; I never waited tolove you before, I’m not waiting now.” 

Ignis is not sure of why, but he’s crying again.It’s silent like always, but, bloody hells, does it hurt. Each tear is a bladeto the heart, and his throat burns even when he’s not sobbing. All that he canthink about is holding the kukris with a hand, and use the other to reach forGladio’s hand, to bring it up and give it a long-lasting and soft but fullysincere kiss that transmits far too much more than it may seem.

“…I lied, Gladio” Ignis whispers after he lets go ofGladio’s hand, and he can do but slightly bury the face a little more on theShield’s shoulder. “All those years ago. I lied. In a different way, but…you are my hero, too. You’ve always been.”

That’s when Gladio does pull him a bit closer,trying to offer comfort, now that Ignis is starting to properly mourn, stayingwith him through it, like always and forever, and as the tears fall onto theUlric’s Kukris. 

And that’s how they spend an hours or so, sattogether among the ruins where a hero once stared into the sunrise for a lasttime, taking a few of his last seconds to make sure he had unsheathed hisweapons and left them at a side so they would not shatter and fade along him,because he had promised it, and he found his way for his beloved to find themone day by leaving them on the spot that, ten years later, his beloved has found, aided by a soul that loves him as much and possibly even more as thehero himself once did.

 Such a beautiful and absolutely interesting scenario, anon. I hope I did some justice to your scenario and that you liked it. I’m sorry if it got too long.

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[halekingsourwolf]

What if Stiles and Derek's first kiss is post-nogitsune? Would he feel like a thief? Would he mourn the body that Derek never held? Would each brush of fingertips or kiss to his temple be a betrayal? They'd probably talk about the scars too. Derek would understand-- to an extent. But he grew up not without his history on his skin so he'll never understand how it feels to have that ripped away.

Their lips brush and Stiles turns away a second later, breaths shallow, hands twitching against the folds of Derek’s shirt. There’s warm breath on his cheek, the ghost of beard still so close and all Stiles can think is that he wants this. He wants this. And...

It’s wrong.

Those fingers, twitching against Derek’s shirt, smooth and uncalloused. The scar that used to live above his third knuckle just a burn-hot memory in his mind.

Everything still feels off in his body, out of balance, and he remembers the way Derek used to look at him. All tension and frustration in ways he couldn’t start to make sense of. And now Derek’s lips are in reach, a short turn away, and he’s murmuring out “Stiles...?” and all Stiles can think is...

“Do you want me?”

He can feel the stall in Derek’s thoughts like a physical reaction, and he wonders if there was a subtle tell or if... if he’d just felt it, inside, the confusion a flicker of chaos in Derek’s chest. Can he do that? Feel chaos? The Nogitsune drank it in and Stiles...

“Stiles,” Derek breathes again, a quirk of amusement in his tone. Thumbs smooth down his hips and Stiles fights the urge to rise into the contact. “Thought I’d just answered that question.”

And Stiles could leave it at that, asked and answered. Except...

There should be a scar on his hip, long and thin, from a fence he’d scaled once and dropped down five times faster. Derek should be feeling that right now, that piece of Stiles’ history, that stupid ten year old adventure laid out across his skin. But the skin’s smooth. Blank slate.

He shivers, gripping tighter into Derek’s shirt.

“No, I––” He can’t think of how to explain it. The thoughts are a choked feeling in his throat, a twist in his gut. Something like guilt and fear and he doesn’t even know what answer he wants when he leans back enough to find Derek’s eyes and say: “Since when? Did you... I mean, before...”

He’s not sure Derek knows what he means, but there’s a hint of flush under that dark beard suddenly, and Stiles gets a little bit lost in the contrast.

“Last summer.”

“Last––?” It pulls Stiles back, his eyes startling up. That was... most of a year, that was before...

A sick lurch sets him falling back out of Derek’s grip. Too-smooth fingers (uncalloused) slip too easy from Derek’s chest. His sneaker-covered feet might as well be walking over glass and he’s being dramatic except that he’s really not. Because if Derek wanted him last summer...

“That wasn’t me.” It sounds wrong as he says it, stupid, because... he was there that summer. He remembers every moment spent with Derek, researching the Alphas, searching for hints of Boyd and Erica. Charged smirks and snark and quiet moments that felt more comfortable than they should. He remembers the moments before summer too, when the thought of Derek made his heart pound and his body thrum in a way that could have only meant fear, except it hadn’t only been fear. He’d been scared of the Alpha too, and the hunters, and that coil of electric heat only sparked through his gut for Derek. He remembers that, like he remembers the scars that aren’t there anymore, and he can’t help running his too-soft fingertips over the smooth flesh of his knuckle as he breathes out, faint and lost, “...Was that me?”

There’s a too long pause while the question burns back into his throat, buzzing through his limbs like a current until he realizes he’s shaking from them. Was that him? Helping Derek track the Alpha pack? Helping Scott learn to control his wolf? Sitting by his mom’s hospital bed, watching her lose the long war to her illness, pieces of her flaking away like old scars, like a whole identity, like––

A warm hand closes over his, large and gentle, grounding.

“It was you,” Derek says, simply. Like there’s no question, like nothing’s changed. Like Stiles hasn’t changed. 

But that’s wrong. He’s not the same person he was before the Nogitsune, and he’s not talking in the experiences change you, huh kind of way. He’d had scars before. He’d had... a whole life written on his skin. And then he’d crawled out from inside his possessed body’s throat, spawned out like some alien parasite or... clone and––

“My body died, back there.” Four months past, and he still can’t wrap his head around it. That he’d watched himself bitten and impaled, spasm and cracking and shatter to dust.

The scarred body. His real body.

And he was left in... this.

Long fingers uncurl, stretching out slow. Thin, pale digits fitting strangely perfect between Derek’s, and Stiles can only wonder what it would have looked like before.

“...What if I’m not real?” He watches Derek’s fingers twitch, barely perceptible, tightening like they’re fighting to hold onto him. And Derek’s lost enough in his life, too much. It’s a dick move to say this, to take anything else away from him, but... “What if the guy you wanted last summer... what if he died inside the Nogitsune, and I’m just––”

“No.”

The sureness of it has Stiles’ throat clenching. He tilts his head, challenging. Finds Derek’s eyes again.

“You don’t know that.”

“I know you.”

Which is just... it’s stupid how that makes Stiles’ heart jump. Flutter around like it’s fighting to leap the distance between them and plaster itself all up against Derek’s stupid, muscled, secretly sweet as hell chest.

Which... yeah, that’s nearly a gross enough visual to stomp his fondness boner in the bud. He sets his jaw.

“Did you know I used to have a scar on––”

“Your right hand? Just above the third knuckle, a burn.”

Stiles’ argument stalls out. He blinks, finger shifting to rub over the space, but Derek’s is already there, soothing the phantom mark over his skin.

“I... was eleven.” Because silence has never been safe for him. Because noise distracts from the too-easy pleasure rippling up his arm. “First time I tried cooking dinner for me and dad. Mac and cheese, it... didn’t go great.” He wets his lips. Looks away “Or... the other me did, I don’t––”

“You did.” And Derek still sounds so damn sure. Stiles wants to believe him. He parts his lips, can’t. Because––

“Stiles, I’ve never had scars on my skin. I... can’t relate to what it’s like to lose them. But the things that have happened to me... they’re not any less real because I can’t see them. Every bullet, cut, punch I’ve taken...” He might sense the wince forming on Stiles’ face, and shakes his head, shrugging that off like it’s not important. But that’s an argument for another day. “Every scar life gave you... they’re still there. You’re still carrying them, inside you.” He flits his eyes down Stiles’ frame, then away, finger soothing over the ghost burn. “There are plenty no one would have ever seen anyway. But they made you. Who you are, and who you are...” He shakes his head, looks back to meet Stiles’ eyes squarely. “You recognized me when I was a teenager. That’s the same person who recognized me in the preserve.” Stiles feels his face heat because... even knowing Derek’s a werewolf now, he’d never put together that Derek would have heard his fangirl moment to Scott after Derek had walked away.

Before he can speak up, though, Derek’s going on. “You tracked me to Mexico. Faced down the Calaveras to save me. That’s the same person who stared down the Argents, drove a Jeep into a kanima, who hit an Alpha with a wooden baseball bat––”

“Two Alphas,” Stiles cuts in, because props, ok? “Two, that were...” His free hand mimes squishing, and Derek’s lips twitch.

“Two,” he agrees, and Stiles can’t not smile back. Just for a second –– fond, helpless –– then he’s ducking his head. Derek sighs, catches his chin. Guides it up until their gazes lock again.

“That was you,” he says, so firmly Stiles can’t help believing this time. “Was the man who clawed his way out of his own possession. Followed Scott’s howl back to the real world. And whatever happened to your body, whatever... magic gave you a new one, Stiles came out with it. Your scars are still there, just...” His fingers trail to Stiles’ chest, and something thumps out eagerly to meet them.

“Inside,” Stiles breathes, and the way Derek’s eyes warm makes him shiver with a proud ripple of pleasure.

“Inside,” Derek echoes. Runs a thumb light along Stiles’ lip. “You could have come out of the Nogitsune looking like anything. Wouldn’t change who you are.”

And damn, Stiles has fallen for a goddamn poet in a grumpy wolf’s body. ...But then, Stiles is pretty sure he’d known that already.

His fingers go up, curl gently into Derek’s shirt.

"But... you like this body,” he prompts, and Derek gives an exasperated huff, pulling him in.

“I like this body,” he confirms, and it doesn’t feel wrong to hear that.

When Derek kisses him this time, Stiles doesn’t pull away.

[dukereviewsmovies]

Duke Reviews: Furious 7

Hi Everyone, I'm Andrew Leduc And Welcome To Duke Reviews Where We Are Continuing Our Look At The Fast And Furious Films By Talking About Furious 7

This Film Sees Dom And His Crew Having Their New Peace Shattered By Deckard Shaw (Played By Jason Statham) Who Kills Han And Destroys Dom And Mia's Home When He Seeks Vengeance For What Dom Did To His Younger Brother, Owen Shaw (Played By Luke Evans) In The Last Movie. This Film Marks The Last Appearance Of Paul Walker, Who Died During Production In A Single Vehicle Crash On November 30th, 2013, His Death Devastated The Cast Greatly Including Vin Diesel Who Is Still Devastated To This Day. Walker's Brothers, Caleb And Cody Finished Up Their Brother's Scenes And Script Rewrites Were Made To Complete Walkier And Brewster's Character Arcs (That Is Until Brewster Wanted To Come Back For The 9th One Coming In 2020)...

So, Let's Find Out How They Say Goodbye To Brian O'Conner As We Watch Furious 7...

The Film Starts With Deckard Shaw Who Is Visiting His Comatose Brother, Owen Shaw (And Yes That's Luke Evans Playing Him In A Coma) In The Hospital To Tell Him That He's Going To Settle The Score With Dom As We See A Nurse And A Doctor Cower As He Says Before He Leaves To Take Care Of Owen Or He'll Be Back...

While The Opening Credits Roll We See Damage All Over The Hospital That Deckard (Most Likely) Caused As He Walks Out Of The Hospital...

After That Cool Scene We See Dom And A Still Amnesia Ridden Letty, Driving In The Middle Of The Desert Which Leads To Our Title Card!...

Asking Where They're Going, It Turns Out That Dom Is Taking Her To A Familiar Place, Namely Race Wars, Which Has Become A Worldwide Event Since The First Movie...

With Letty Racing Some Guy, She Wins When The Guy Blows Out His Engine Which Leads To Everyone Congratulating Her, Even Iggy Azalea But With Everyone Crowding Her, The Pressure Gets To Be Too Much For Letty...

Which Leads To Her Punching Hector From The First Movie (Yes, He's Back) Before Driving Off...

Meanwhile, Brian Faces A New Challenge....

Parenthood...

Finding Letty At Her Grave, Dom Goes To Smash It, But Letty Stops Him Saying That It's The Truth That's When Letty Died And That's When She Was Born. Saying That Despite The Memories That Dom Has Shared With Her, It's All A Blank Slate And That If She's Ever Going To Discover Anything Now, She's Got To Do It Herself, She Walks Off...

Meanwhile At The DDS, Neves Take Off For Night, But Before She Goes Hobbs Gives Her Something, A Letter Of Recommendation But As He Returns To His Office, He Finds Deckard Shaw In His Office Who Says He's Looking For The Team That Put Owen In The Hospital, Hobbs Lies Off Course Saying That It Was Him But Shaw Knows He's Lying Which Leads To A Fight Between The 2 Men And Neves Who Tries To Save Hobbs...

(Start At 1:23)

With Hobbs And Neves Blown Out Of The Building Only To Land On A Car, We See Shaw Leave As We See Who He's Going After First, Han...

Back At The Toretto House, Brian Gets Ready To Take His Son, Jack To School As Mia Talks With Dom About How Brian Is Having A Hard Time Adjusting To Being A Dad Which Leads Mia To Tell Dom Some Good News, She Is Pregnant Again But She's Afraid On How Brian Will Take The News...

Getting A Box From Han In Tokyo, Dom Gets A Call From Deckard Shaw (Which Is The Same Scene From The End Of Furious 6) Which After He Hangs Up, Causes The Box To Explode, Destroying The Toretto House...

Getting A Call From Neves, Dom Visits Hobbs In The Hospital, Where He's Eating Jello And Watching The Bill Bixby Hulk Series While His Daughter Keeps Him Company...

(Dom)You Kidding, Kid? I Almost Killed Your Dad With A Wrench....

(Hobbs) Thank God She's Gone, She's Been Begging Me To Sing You're Welcome For Hours...

(Dom) Hey, If That's Anything, Brian's Kid Likes It When I Say I Am Groot...

Asking Who Was Behind The Attack, Hobbs Tells Dom About Deckard Shaw Who Was A British Special Forces Assassin Before His Own People Turned On Him, Making Him Basically A Ghost...

Asking Hobbs How To Find Him, Hobbs Says He Doesn't, Asking Dom To Stay Out Of This But Knowing That Dom Won't Hobbs Asks Him To Do A Favor For Him When And If He Finds Shaw....

(Start At 2:42)

Sending Brian And Mia To Stay With A Friend In Monte Cristi In The Dominican Republic, Mia Gets A Call From Dom Who Tells Her That The Sins Of London Have Followed Them Home, Knowing That Dom Will Need Brian With Him Mia Decides To Hold Off Telling Him About The Baby As Dom Tells Mia To Tell Brian That He'll See Him In LA In 2 Days As He's Going To Tokyo To Bring What's Left Of Han Home...

Talking With Brian, Mia Tells Him To Be Careful As She Makes Him Promise That After This It's Over...

Oh, God Not This Song Again! If They Knew They Were Going Back To Tokyo Drift Why Didn't They Use This Song?...

It Would Be A Hell Of A Lot Better Than The Boring Piece Of Crap Song They Chose...

Anyway, We Get A Rehash Of The End Of Tokyo Drift, As Through Old Footage, We See Twinkie Tell Sean And Neela That Close To Han Wants To Race Him Which In Tokyo Drift Leads To This...

(Start At 1:04)

But After That Scene We Get New Footage As We Hear About Sean And Dom's Race Where It Sounds Like Dom Kicked His Ass. Anyway, Sean Gives Dom Some Stuff He Found At The Crash Scene (Which Was Never Seen In Tokyo Drift But Still) Including A Picture Of Giselle And The Cross Left By Shaw When He Killed Han...

Wait A Minute, Sean! Someone Says That Your Friend Was Killed And You're Gonna Do Nothing About It At All? Then Why Did We Have You In This Film If You Weren't Going To Join Dom's Team Whatsoever When They Get Revenge For The Person You Called Your Friend?!? Hell, He Doesn't Even Attend The Funeral In The Next Scene I Mean If Harley Keener Can Attend Tony Stark's Funeral Then Sean Should Have Attended Han's Funeral, Thanks For Nothing, Sean Thanks For Nothing!

So After That Pointless Scene, We Cut To Han's Funeral, Where Dom Vows Vengeance Against Deckard Shaw As Brian Promises To Tej And Roman That After Shaw's Funeral There'll Be No More Funerals...

But As Brian Says That Dom Notices A Silver Car Which Somehow He Knows That Shaw Is Driving Which Leads Dom To After It...

(Start At 1:11)

Shaw Leaves After He Gets Under Attack By People Who Look Like SWAT Or Military But Turns Out They're Run By Somebody Else, This Is Mr. Nobody (Played By Kurt Russell) Who Is There On Behalf Of Hobbs To Tell Dom That When Him And His Team Arrived In London They Walked In The Middle Of A War Between Shadows And Ghosts Like Him And It's Now Followed Them Home...

Which Leads Nobody To Buy Dom A Drink Before He Tells Him That He Can He Can Help Him Nab Shaw...

Travelling To A Covert Base In El Secundo, Nobody Tells Dom About A Terrorist Named Mose Jakande Who Recently Kidnapped A Hacker Who Goes By The Name Ramsey Who Has Created A Device Known As God's Eye That Can Basically Hack Anything That's On A Digital Network (Every Phone, Satellite, ATM And Computer) Simultaneously...

But Allow Me To Put It In The Way Nobody Puts It, It Took Them A Decade To Find Osama Bin Laden But With The God's Eye They Would Have Found Him A lot Quicker...

Telling Dom That This Device Could Be Disasterous In The Wrong Hands, Dom Realizes Why Nobody Needs Him But The Question He Has Is Why Does He Need Nobody And The Answer Is Simple...

Shaw Lives In A World That Doesn't Play By Dom's Rules And Like It Or Not He's Part Of That World Now, So, He Tells Dom That If He Gets The God's Eye, He Will Dom Use It To Find Shaw Until He's Arrested. Dom Accepts Nobody's Offer On The Condition That He Does It His Way With His Team (Which Nobody Has Already Gotten)...

With Ramsey Being Taken By Armed Motorcade Through The Caucasus Mountain Range, Roman Thinks That Their Plan Is Absolutely Crazy To The Point That He's Ready To Walk If They Don't Let Him Make Some Leadership Decisions And..They Do...

(Start At 1:06, End At 1:18)

(Mimicking Roman) Aw, You Know I Wasn't...You Know What Roman? Zip It!

(Start At 0:03)

But Despite Me Thinking That Roman's Being A Pain In The Butt Here He Does Come Up With A Plan Despite DJ's Partner/Ex-Boyfriend From Fuller House Shooting Him Down At Times...

So With The Plan Set, The Team Is Finally Complete As Letty Arrives Saying That Despite What She Said Earlier, Han Was Family And She's Gonna Help...

Dom Tells Brian To Get Long Travel Suspension And Limited Slip Differentials On All The Cars While Works On The Demon Love Child Of Cars...

Which Tej Says Will Only Slow Him Down But Dom Says That This It's Not About Being Fast...

With The Team In Their Cars Talking, Nobody Tells Them To Be As Low-Key As Possible As A Door Opens To Reveal They're On Board An Airplane...

With Each Of Them Backing Up, They All Go Flying...

However, Roman Is Having Second Thoughts About This...

(Start At 2:42, End At 3:33)

With Everyone Except Roman Losing Their Parachutes, They Find The Motorcade Near The Caucasus Mountain, Where They Use Tej's Car As A Shield To Knock Down 2 Cars With Gattling Guns, Brian And Tej Drive On The Side Of The Bus To Place Charges On The Back But They Have More Guns On The Sides Of The Bus...

But With The Charges Set, Dom And Letty Launch Grappling Hooks At The Back Of The Bus In Which After Brian And Tej Blow The Charges, Dom And Letty Pull Down The Back Of The Bus...

With Brian Going In, He Fights The Men On-Board Before Finding Ramsey Who Is A Woman (Played By Game Of Thrones Nathalie Emmanuel) But After Brian Frees Her She Jumps Onto Dom's Vehicle However, There Is Another Vehicle Approaching That Is Being Driven By Deckard Shaw That Is Trying To Prevent Dom From Getting Ramsey...

But Back On Board The Motorcade, Brian Is Being Attacked By A Guard Named Kiet (Played By Tony Jaa) Who Brian Ends Up Fighting But As Dom Finally Gets Ramsey Inside His Car, He Ends Up Going Off Road With Ramsey And Jakande's Forces Behind Him...

As Brian Continues Fighting Kiet, Kiet Accidentally Knocks Out The Driver Which Causes The Motorcade To Turn On It's Side, Sliding Toward A Cliff...

With Kiet Trapping Brian While He Escapes, Brian Ends Up Using The Front Of The Vehicle Which Is Now Hanging Off Of A Cliff. Roman Reappears To Help Dom With Shaw's Vehicle As Brian Escapes The Bus By Climbing The Front And Running Up The Side Of The Bus Before Jumping Onto Letty's Car...

(Letty) Brian? You Dead?

(Brian) Ya, Mon...

(Warning: The Following Was A Cool Runnings Reference For The Following Scene And I Am Not In Anyway Shape Or Form Making Fun Of Paul Walker's Death So Please Do Not Leave Me Bad Comments For Believing That I Am Making Fun Of Paul Walker's Death When Really I Am Not We Now Return You To Your Regularly Scheduled Review Already In Progress)

With Dom And Roman Returning To The Road, He Tells Roman To Find The Others While He Leads These Soldiers Off However, They End Up Cornering Dom Where He's Confronted By The Man Himself, Mose Jakande (Played By Djimon Hounsou)...

(Start At 2:11, End At 2:38)

I'd Actually Like Dom To Give Him His Name So That Mose Would Go...

(Laughing) I Had To Do That In A Movie With 3 People That Have Appeared In Both Guardians 1&2, I Just Had To Do That...

Telling Ramsey To Put On The Helmet Under The Seat, Dom Creates A Sandstorm Before Driving Forward To Go Over The Cliff...

It Would Seem That Way As No One Could Possibly Survive That! But Surprisingly Only Dom Could As The Reinforced Metal Frame Was Enough To Save Both Him And Ramsey...

Asking Her Where The God's Eye Is, She Tells Them That It's With A Friend In Abu Dhabi, Brian Is Surprised She Told Them So Easily But That's Because She's Not As Dumb As She Seems...

Back On The Plane, Brian And Dom Talk About How He Kind Of Missed Getting Shot At But Dom Tells Him That The Bravest Thing He's Ever Seen Him Do Is Being A Husband To Mia And A Father To Jack...

Stopping By A Hotel, The Team Relaxes For A Few While They Wait For Ramsey's Friend...

As We Get A Bikini Shot Of Ramsey (Because She Was In Game Of Thrones?) Her Partner, Safar Arrives To Talk With Ramsey About The God's Eye, However, It Turns Out That Safar Accidentally Sold It A Jordanian Prince Who Lives In The 3 Towers Who Said He Wanted To Use It For His Supercar...

Asking Where He Keeps It, Safar Tells Dom In Tower 1...

Uh, Quick Question, WHICH ONE IS TOWER ONE!?!

With Tomorrow Being The Longest Day Of The Year, The Prince Is Throwing A Party Tomorrow Afternoon And Yes, Safar Can Get Them Up There But Not Dressed Like That...

So, Putting On Their Sunday Clothes, Letty And Dom Have A Moment In The Elevator Where We See Letty Getting A Little Of Her Memory Back But Not Much, Which Leads Them To The Party..

With Tej And Ramsey On The Lower Floor, Everyone Scours For Security, The Prince And His Bodyguards But To Get To Where The Car Is In The Vault, They Have To Tap Into The Security System Which Is In The Prince's Bedroom, Which Letty Goes To Handle...

Shutting Down The Security, Roman Distracts Everyone With A Dumb Birthday Thing While Dom And Brian Sneak Into The Vault So They Can Find The God's Eye In The Prince's Car...

Meanwhile, Letty's About To Leave The Prince's Room When She Is Confronted By The Prince's Bodyguards That Are With His Head Of Security, Kara....

If It Was That Kara Than This Fight Would Be A Hell Of A lot More Interesting...

No, This Kara Is Played By Ronda Rousey Who Is In My Opinion, In A Role That Should Have Gone To Someone Else...

Honestly, This Is An Embarrassment To Her Skills, With How Good Of A Fighter She Is, She Deserved A Better Role And If They Wanted Her So Badly They Should Have Waited Until She Wasn't Doing Any Fighting For The UFC And They Should Have Waited When She Wasn't Making Any Other Films (Cause At The Time She Was Working On Expendables 3) Because If I Were Casting This I Would Place Her As A Partner For Either Mr. Nobody(Kurt Russell) Or Hobbs (Dwayne Johnson) Like Gina Carano Was Before She Betrayed Them...

With Kara Locking Down Security, Tej Tries To Get It Back Under Control While Letty Fights Bodyguards Before Eventually Fighting Kara...

(Start At 1:30, End At 3:00)

With Tej Losing The Final Gate, Dom And Brian Decide To Drive Through It, But As They Do Guess Who Shows Up?...

Shaw!

Realizing That This Car's Bulletproof, Dom Decides To Run Over Shaw Before Driving Out The Window...

Discovering That This Car Has No Brakes, Brian Tries To Find The God's Eye While Dom Flies The Car Out Another Window

Finding The God's Eye, Dom And Brian Abandon Car While It Goes Tumbling Out The Building Like Wile E. Coyote Falling Off A Cliff...

Returning To Safar At His Garage They're All Encountered By Mr.Nobody Who While Upset About Them Not Being As Low-Key As The Last Mission Isn't Really As Upset Because They Got The God's Eye. So, Keeping His Word, Nobody Gives Dom The God's Eye Along With Command Of His Forces So He Can Use Them To Find Shaw Which He Does With The Help Of Ramsey...

Finding Shaw's Location, Dom Is Ready To Go As Soon Everyone Except Nobody And His Men Are Asleep But Brian Expected Dom To Pull This And Decided To Stay Up...

Entering Shaw's HQ, They Find Him Eating Dinner, However, He's More Prepared Than They Think He Is...

Turns Out That Shaw Is Working With Jakande...

During The Fight, Nobody Gets Injured And Jakande Gets The God's Eye...

With SOCM Medics On The Way, Nobody Tells Dom And Brian To Leave Him On The Side Of The Road Even Through Dom Doesn't Want To Leave Him But Noticing Helicopters On Their Way To Their Position, They Respect Nobody's Wishes And Leave Him On The Side Of The Road...

Realizing That War Is Coming, Dom Decides To Fight It On The Streets That They Know Best, Meaning The Streets Of LA...

Standing On A Hill Overlooking LA, Tej Comes Up With A Plan To Plant A Virus In The God's Eye, But The Only Problem Is That They Can't Hack Into It Unless They're Within A 2 Mile Range, Which Leads Brian To Suggest A Game Of Keep Away With Ramsey...

With Dom Taking On Shaw, Letty Worries That She'll Never See Him Again To Which He Gives Her The Necklace Found In Near Han's Car Stating That He'll Be Back For It...

That Night, Brian Calls Mia Telling Her About The Plan And That If She Doesn't Hear From Him In 24 Hours She's To Move On With Jack, But Telling Him About The Baby And That It's A Girl, She's Unable To Accept That...

Telling Her To Kiss Jack For Him He Hangs Up With Them Both Saying I Love You After...

Heading Home, Dom Unveils A 1970 Charger, Which Leads To A Montage Of Dom, Brian And Shaw Preparing To Go To War...

With Jakande Activating God's Eye, They Find Dom With Shaw In Pursuit...

Searching For Ramsey Now, She's With Brian And With The Helicopter In Range, Ramsey Starts The Hack But Unfortunately They Know About It Which Causes Jakande To Release A Big Drone Called The Predator To Go After Them...

With Dom And Shaw Finding Each Other, Shaw Follows Dom Across The City Until They Reach The Top Of A Parking Garage Where They Come At Each Other...

With The Predator Coming After Brian, He's Like Schwarzenegger Going "Come On, Kill Me! Here I Am"

With Roman And Tej Coming In, Ramsey Switches From His Car To Roman's Car While Jakande Blows Up Brian's Car Just As Brian Jumps Out Of It...

Discovering Ramsey Is Still Alive, The Predator Is Now Following Roman's Car While Hobbs Sees What's Going On And Decides "Hey, I'm Part Of This Movie Too!" And Loses The Cast So He Can Suit Up...

Oh, My God, The Manliness Of This Scene Is Over The Roof! I Repeat, OVER THE ROOF!

Finding Where They're Piggybacking The Hack, Jakande Destroys The Antenna To Break The Connection, This Leads Brian To Head To Another Signal Tower So They Can Reroute It To This Location, But Overhearing That, Jakande Sends Kiet To Stop Brian...

But While Brian Gets There Let's Check Back On Dom And Shaw, Who Have Gotten Out Of Their Cars So They Can Fight...

With The Drone Behind Them Trying To Kill Them, Tej And Roman Drive While Arguing What It Is, Luckily, Letty Is On Her Way...

With The Drone Locked, Ramsey Gets Ready To Jump As Jakande Blows Up Roman's Car But Luckily They All Got Out Before It Blew And Switched Ramsey To Letty's Car...

Arriving At The Tower, Brian Is Confronted By Kiet And A Few Soldiers, While He Manages To Deal With The Soldiers He Has To Fight Kiet Who Does Some Serious Parkour In Order To Catch Up With Brian But Eventually Brian Defeats Kiet By Connecting Him To A Heavy Rope That Brian Kicks Down The Elevator, Taking Kiet With It...

With The Predator Right On Letty And Ramsey, It Gets Destroyed When An Ambulance Driven By Hobbs Lands Right On Top Of It...

(Hobbs) Terminate This, Mothertrucker!

We Have Levels Of Badassness, I Repeat, Levels Of Badassness! If This Movie Gets Anymore Badassness From Dwayne Johnson The Movie Will Explode!

Reaching The Top, Brian Reroutes The Signal, Allowing Ramsey To Finish The Hack So They Can Take The God's Eye Back...

With Military Inbound, Jakande Targets Dom And Shaw, Firing A Middle Which Allows Dom To Finish Shaw Off...

Getting Back In His Car, Dom Tries To Escape The Parking Garage But With No Way Out He Activates Some Nos To Use A Rubble Formed Lift So He Can Place Grenades On Jakande's Helicopter...

(Jakande) Oh, Shit!

With The Team Saving Dom From His Car, It's Not Looking Good As Letty Holds Him, The Others Decide To Back Off As She Says Something....

(Start At 0:27, End At 1:50)

So, With Shaw In An Inescapable Jail, Dom And His Crew Head To The Beach As They Watch Mia And Brian Have Fun With Jack, Realizing That This Where Brian Belongs with His Family...

(Start At 1:30)

And That Was Furious 7 And What Can I Say About It?...

The Story Is Great, But The Ending Is Sad Mainly Because Of Paul Walker And The Song At The End Sung By Whiz Khalifa And Charlie Puth. The Characters Are Good As Always And The Villain While Not Better Than The Last Movie Is Just As Good To Say The Least, And I Say See It...

Till Next Time, This Is Duke, Signing Off...

[stardewshindigs]

You know how Harvey says he'll rub truffle oil on your back during the winter months (once you're married)? Could you maybe write an imagine or headcanons you have with that ? Also congrats on the new blog!!!!! :))

(heh thank you!!! I really hope you like this! It is very slightly cheeky, so be warned! (so slight))

The farmer waltzed through the door of their farmhouse, a thin smile on their face, exhausted from a long, hard day of work. Kicking off their snow-covered boots, they headed straight for the bed, flopping face first onto it and letting out a frustrated groan. Harvey, sat at his desk, turned towards his spouse, surprise marked upon his face, as he lowered his headphones, slipping them off his head.

“Honey, are you alright?” he questioned, practically jumping up from his chair to attend to his partner.

The farmer rolled onto their back, and groaned once more, but once they saw Harvey’s concerned face, they broke into a soft smile. “I’m fine.” Harvey shot them a sympathetic look, seating himself on the edge of the bed, not breaking eye contact. “Really, I am.” They proceeded to shift up the bed, and snuggle under the covers, wrapping themselves up like a burrito. “I’m just tired and freezing! Have you been outside today? The snow is crazy!”

Harvey chuckled, watching the farmer affectionately as they bundled up. “I do worry about you, my dear. You work yourself to the limit everyday, you need to look after yourself and relax more.” He stepped up from the bed, fishing out a bottle of Truffle Oil from the bedside drawer, causing the farmer to raise an eyebrow. “I can help if you like.”

The farmer stared at Harvey, eyebrow still raised. “How do you mean?”

He unscrewed the lid of the bottle, and knelt down on the mattress. “Not only does oil help remove the tension in your muscles, calming your stress, but it has so many more health benefits for your body, and it does wonders for your skin! Now, unravel yourself from your bed burrito, and take your top off.”

The farmer snorted, immediately breaking into a short burst of laughter, gasping for air slightly once they’d calmed down. Harvey flushed rosy-pink, smiling at his partner lovingly. “I..” he trailed off, chuckling slightly, still blushing from embarrassment. “I didn’t mean to sound so forward.”

The farmer grinned, removing themself from their cocoon, moving towards Harvey, grasping his face in their hands, stroking his cheeks with their thumbs. “Oh honey, you didn’t even mean it to be dirty, did you?” they quickly pecked him on the lips. “I love you so much, even if sometimes you forget to find me sexually appealing.” 

Harvey let out a short laugh, wrapping his hands around the farmer’s wrists, gazing into their eyes. “I love you too. But seriously, please remove your shirt.”