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restlessfandoming · 4 years ago

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“family holiday” (pt. 2) (chilumi fic)

[SPOILERS FROM 1.1 STORY QUESTS]

Lumine finally arrives in Snezhnaya and takes Childe’s offer of visiting his home (mansion).

(EVEN MORE DOMESTIC FLUFF OWO)

[part one here]

so it’s come to my attention that childe has older siblings too so OOPS MY BAD LOL

ill just finish up this story with the headcannon that he’s he oldest and prob incorporate the older siblings in future works :p

thank you all for your patience!

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“family holiday” (pt. 2)

Lumine stood speechless as Childe spoke to the old toyseller about their “family.” The children were too preoccupied with their new toys to even pay attention to what their older brother was saying. Soon enough, the transaction was done, and he was walking away from the counter.

The old woman waved goodbye cheerfully. “What a wonderful husband you have,” she said.

AH? She couldn’t find the words to answer her.

“Sweetheart? We’d better go—the children are already in the street,” Childe called to her from the doorway. The old woman nodded enthusiastically, and Lumine gave her an awkward smile as she turned away.

Lumine practically stomped her way to Childe, and would’ve grabbed him by the collar if Teucer hadn’t fallen asleep in her arms. “So care to explain what you were doing back there?” she whispered aggressively.

“Tonia! Anthon! Stay close!” he called after the children who were showing off their toys to each other down the street. He turned to Lumine. “What was that?”

She glared at him. “Telling that old woman that we’re,” she took in a sharp breath, “a family?” Heat crawled into her cheeks. She hoped Childe wouldn’t notice.

He shrugged. “It was just easier to avoid explaining the whole situation; I’m not a fan of dragging an innocent old woman into our business.”

Ahg...he’s not wrong… “You didn’t have to be so enthusiastic about it,” she mumbled. She buried her face in Teucer’s hair, embarrassed as she recalled his words about her as his wife and mother of his children. Him agreeing that she was so beautiful.

She shuffled away from Childe as quickly as she could with Teucer in her arms. Her whole body was rolling with heat. At this point, I won’t need a coat…

“Something the matter, Lumine?” Childe’s voice rang out next to her. She nearly jumped out of her own skin. Damn him and his long legs.

“Absolutely not,” she lied. “Just cold.”

“Your face looks quite warm.” She could hear the beginnings of a smirk in his voice. “Do you have a problem with us being a couple?”

She stopped in her tracks, and faced him. “We are not a c-couple.”

He took a step in, closer, towering over her. He leaned down. “Do you want to be?”

...

Is he serious?!

His ocean eyes held a steady, intense gaze with her, and Lumine didn’t find herself saying no.

...Do I?!

She hadn’t ever thought of it—them, together—save for a few fleeting thoughts when they spent a lot of time together, ones she didn’t ever take seriously. But did Childe actually like her?

Do I actually like him?

Lumine blinked. “I—”

“Brother! Lumine! Hurry up!” Tonia shouted from down the road.

Childe let out the smallest of sighs. He gave Lumine a strained smile before taking Teucer from her. “Thank you for carrying him.” Then he walked past her, towards his siblings.

Lumine stood there, frozen by their exchange.

What was she going to say? She had started speaking before her mind had even come up with an answer. She glanced down the road, at Childe lovingly taking care of his brothers and sister.

Was I going to say yes?

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

“Big brother always makes the yummiest food!” Tonia said with a mouthful of chocolate cake.

The family was all sat around the dining table, eating the cake Chlide promised Tonia.

Paimon nodded, wiping the corners of her mouth. “You have lots of money, you can make really good food...Paimon might be warming up to you, Childe.”

Yes, he does cook really well surprisingly… Lumine thought while chewing through her own cake slice. He just keeps surprising me today… She shoveled more cake in her mouth when she remembered what he had asked her earlier.

“I’m glad you like it,” Childe said, then stood up. “Looks like everyone is almost done; let’s start cleaning up, okay?”

The children nodded, beginning to pile their plates and utensils in the sink, and wiping down the table.

“Thank you.” He pointed to the mess of supplies they had used to make the cake earlier. “Can you guys clean this up too?” There was a unanimous ‘yes’ as Childe started washing the dishes.

Watching all the siblings made her heart ache for Aether even more. She wished he could be there, in the kitchen with her. They didn’t even have to be travelling worlds anymore; she wished he was there for something as mundane as baking a cake together.

She walked up next to Childe at the sink. “I’ll clean up everything. You should spend time with your siblings.”

He scoffed while continuing to clean the dishes. “I’m not going to let you do all that work.” He looked around the room. “Plus they’re cleaning up with me anyway.”

She frowned. You’re missing precious time with your family. “But—”

He held out a washcloth. “Or how about you help me and it’ll go twice as fast?”

Lumine sighed and took the cloth, starting to wash the plates next to Childe. Their elbows bumped into each other every so often.

Soon, the children were done with their tasks, all chatting while waiting for Childe and Lumine to finish the dishes.

“Lumine?” Teucer asked shyly.

“Yes?” she answered while wiping a glass cup.

“Do you think you and Big Brother could give us another sibling?”

CRACK. The glass in Lumine’s hand shattered.

Childe froze, then let out a nervous laugh. “Teucer...why are you asking that?”

“Well...I don’t want to be the youngest anymore. I always get babied!” he whined innocently.

Tonia jumped up. “I want a younger sister too! I’m tired of being the only girl!”

“Yea!” Teucer jumped up with his sister. “And Anthon said that babies only come from a grown-up boy and a grown-up girl!”

Anthon put his head in his hands. “When you asked me, I didn’t think you’d ask big brother…”

“Teucer, we don’t go around asking random adults to give us siblings, right?” Childe said.

“And, I’m not your mom, Teucer,” Lumine explained. “Even if we had a kid, it would be your niece or nephew.”

“Oh,” Teucer said, thinking. “Well, can we have one of those?”

Childe and Lumine looked at each other—briefly, accidentally—and quickly broke their shared gaze. Lumine turned her attention to the ceiling while Childe looked down into the sink.

“You’re bleeding,” he said. Huh? Lumine looked down to see her ring finger had been cut from breaking the glass cup.

“Bleeding?” Teucer and Tonia gasped.

“Bandages! We have to find bandages!” Paimon shouted, flying out of the room. Anthon stood up, dashing out of the room as well with Teucer and Tonia following; all four were soon screaming around the house for bandages.

Lumine held her hand up. “It’s not too bad.” She looked at the shattered glass pieces. “Sorry about the cup.”

“Don’t worry about the cup,” he said. He gently took her hand to examine the cut. “Hm. You’re right it’s not too bad.” The blood started trickling down her finger. “Ah—”

Before she knew it, Childe had her finger in his mouth, sucking the blood away.

“What are you doing?!” Lumine asked, panicked, lightly pulling her hand away from him.

His hand still gripped hers. “What?”

“I—” She had a flashback to earlier. Do you want to be?

“About earlier,” he said, his voice dropped. Lumine felt his grip tighten.

“Did you mean it?” she interrupted. A look between the two.

“That depends on your answer.”

Down the hallway, they heard the rumble of the children’s footsteps approaching. Both Lumine and Childe grimaced slightly in annoyance; Childe’s eye twitched. Interrupted once again.

“Bandages! We have bandages!” Teucer announced, running into the room.

“I have bandages,” Anthon corrected, coming in after him. “They all just yelled and screamed while I actually found them.” The two other children and Paimon smiled sheepishly.

“Thank you, Anthon,” Childe said, patting him on the head. He took the bandages, and began wrapping it around Lumine’s finger. Lumine hoped the children wouldn’t question why her face was so red.

Then, Tonia came close, and kissed her bandage. “Big brother always does that to my bandages; he says it helps!”

Lumine smiled softly at her. “Yes, thank you, Tonia—it feels much better.”

“Okay, well, I think it’s time for bed, everyone,” Childe said, rather quickly.

“Bedtime? But it’s so early…,” Teucer said.

“It’s been a long day,” Childe countered. He started hurdling the children upstairs. “Bedtime!”

“Paimon would rather fight a gang of hilichurls than look after them all the time,” Paimon said, sighing heavily. “They’re so much work!”

Lumine raised a brow. “You didn’t do anything except eat.”

“That’s still tiring!” She yawned. “Speaking of which, that chocolate cake really made Paimon sleepy...Goodnight, Lumine!” She disappeared into her world in a blink.

Lumine let out a small chuckle. She could always rely on Paimon to lighten her mood. She then went up the stairs to find Childe.

She found him in Teucer’s room, saying goodnight and tucking in the youngest brother.

“Goodnight, Lumine!” Teucer called to the doorway. Lumine waved in response. Soon, Childe came out and shut the door behind him.

“I’d better head out and find a nearby Inn or something,” Lumine said.

“You’re not serious, are you?” Childe asked. “You think I’d invite you to my home and not even offer you a place to stay?”

“You’ve already done so much.”

He gestured around the large hallway. “We have plenty of room. Save yourself a trip out into the cold, and some Mora.”

Lumine bit her lip. “Okay, fine.”

“Good,” he said, before heading into Tonia’s room. Lumine followed, watching him say his goodnights to his sister and tucking her in for the night.

“Noo, please don’t go yet!” Tonia whined under the blankets when he started to leave.

“Okay, okay,” Childe conceded. He turned to Lumine standing in the doorway. “Sorry, could I ask you to check on Anthon and make sure he’s getting ready for bed as well?”

Lumine nodded. She walked down the hallway and entered Anthon’s room. He was sitting up in his bed, playing with his new Lawachurl action figure.

“Hey, Anthon,” Lumine said. “You ready for bed?”

Anthon nodded, then put his toy on his bedside table. He sat near his pillows, then looked at Lumine, waiting.

Oh. She walked over to the side of the bed, and helped Anthon get under the blankets, then awkwardly tucked him in, remembering how Childe did to Tonia and Teucer.

“Hey Lumine?” Anthon asked.

“Hmm?”

“Are you and my brother going to get married?”

Lumine choked on her spit. What? “Why—why do you say that?” she asked, attempting to maintain her composure.

He tilted his head innocently, confused. “Well he’s never brought someone home before. So that means you’re special, right?”

She thought for a second. Everything that had happened today. “I don’t know. But I am glad I got to come here, and meet you and Tonia.” She smiled at him.

Anthon smiled back. “I’m glad I got to meet you too. I hope you stay with my brother.”

“Me too,” she found herself saying. Staying with Childe...wouldn’t be so bad…

“Goodnight, Lumine,” Anthon said, closing his eyes.

“Goodnight, Anthon,” she said back to him, then left his room, closing his door quietly.

...

“You are,” Childe said behind her.

She jumped slightly, turning. “You have to stop sneaking up on me like that.”

He chuckled. “Sorry, a habit of mine.” He locked eyes with her. “But you are. You are special.”

She swallowed the lump in her throat. “So what you asked me earlier? You meant it?”

“Did you mean what you said to Anthon? That you hope to stay with me?”

“Stop answering my questions with more questions.”

“How about we both say our answers on the count of three?”

“Why are you always so weird?”

A small smile from Childe. “One.”

“...Two,” Lumine murmured.

“Three.”

…

“Yes,” they both said.

A pause. A breath.

Then, Childe grinned. “What’s this? The traveler has fallen for me?” he teased.

Her cheeks burned. “I could say the same thing to you.”

“Seeing you get flustered so easily...It’s hard to believe you’re the strongest person I’ve ever faced.”

“Shut up,” Lumine said, grabbing his collar.

He smirked. “Or what? You’ll fight me—?”

She stood up on her tip toes and kissed him.

Then, she pulled back, and saw his eyes were wide, his face flushed. Her turn to smirk. “Hm. Nice to see you’re the one who’s flustered now.”

“Uh-oh, you’re making this into a competition,” he said. “And you know I always have to win.” He cupped her face in his hands, kissing Lumine until she was weak in the knees.

And for the first time in forever, Lumine felt a warm happiness—true happiness—radiate from her soul.

Yes, I want to stay with Childe.

#genshin impact #genshin childe #genshin lumine #genshin tartaglia #childe #lumine #tartaglia #childe x lumine #lumine x childe #chilumi #lumichilde #fanfic #me

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lovesomehate · 2 years ago

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MovieStar-Laura & Bodyguard Travis pt3

✨Travis is having a bad day and Laura isn't sure what to do. Sometimes she's seen Travis be a bit moody or even angry, for valid enough reasons and frustrations, but that's not this. He's surly and snappy. He looks miserable. He's doing his job but he looks like he'd rather not be or rather be shot.

When Laura probs he tells her off rather harshly and she stomps back to her room. Later Travis knocks on her door and Laura opens it only a little, he apologizes for his behavior and explains it was due to a very bad family-related nightmare.

She doesn't ask for further detail but offers to make him something, he somewhat agrees but only if she eats/drinks with him.

******

✨Laura has turned down the role in a movie, to take a role in a horror mini-series called The Quarry. Travis can't help but laugh a little when he learns about her character.

"Please don't tell me you said yes to this because your character is soon to be a vet?"

"It might have done a little something to do with it. But just a little. Never done horror before, so it could be fun. My manager is down for it given there's a lot of other stars in it."

Laura comes over and sits next to him with two copies of her script.

"So do you want to help me rehearse for the first two episodes?"

"...you're kidding right?"

"Come on it'll be fun. You don't have to put so much into it. I just need someone to act against."

She's so excited when he takes one of the scripts.

******

✨Filming is setting Travis on high alert. He isn't comfortable with them having to shoot in the dark for the first episode. He's further away than he was at the premiere of her last movie.

But things go well and he relaxes the moment she's closer.

******

✨"Laura stay there." Travis gestures her back some, she's panicking a little, but doing her best to keep her breathing under control.

Their car has been vandalized threats painted onto the side and her pictures are taped to the front and back, some vandalized crudely. Outside of that nothing else is going on with the car, which they then have towed.

They ask for a ride from one of the production people.

******

✨"Can you sleep in my room?" Laura asks and Travis isn't really that surprised.

"Sure." He says.

He checks her room and then exits briefly to let her change clothes. When he comes back in he takes one of her pillows and sets himself up in her desk chair.

"You're not going to be uncomfortable like that." Laura asks from the bed.

There's a pause, they know why that question made the room feel awkward, but they also know the answer.

"I'm good right here. Don't worry." He pauses. "But thank you." He was aware that wasn't really appropriate to say.

******

✨When Laura wakes, Travis is there awake and watching her.

"How long have you been staring at me?"

"I'm not really staring. And I've only been up for about two hours."

He approaches the bed looking down at her.

"Are you feeling any better?"

Laura looks up and she gets a good look at him. He's gazing at her with the kindest eyes and she feels safe and warm.

"Yeah, I think I'll be okay."

"Right, but we'll still take it easy."

******

✨ Laura tries to stay calm as best she can but it is a bit of a struggle to do so. Travis helps her though.

She still goes out, but sometimes isn't as lively as she usually would be. She continues filming though and she starts feeling a little normal as she does so. Travis is proud.

******

✨They have a new car and Travis has to make plans to check on it frequently enough without leaving Laura alone too long.

While filming Travis enjoys watching her act and is impressed. He catches himself before he fully laughs when Laura improvises a line. Everyone no one catches it, but she does and she loves that she made him do that.

******

✨"Turns out you're a pretty good actress." He jokes as they drive home.

"Oh, so I've impressed Mr. Travis Hackett!" She plays it up. "In that case maybe I should quit once the show is done filming. I've hit the peak reward for acting."

"Smart-aleck."

They bask in the levity and it encourages Laura to do a tiny bit of shopping.

"Can we stop here?"

Where she stops is an outside area with a few small shops curving around it.

"Anything in particular that you're getting, or is this just a little window shopping?" Travis has already located a parking spot.

"A little of both. There's a store where I like to buy CDs from. The stores are a little different so maybe I'll see you actually buy something neat for yourself."

Travis looks over at the small shopping and outside food court.

"The pretzel cart looks like."

Laura slaps the back of his car, groaning at his stupid comment.

******

✨"What are doing?" Travis asks watching Laura round the car to the passenger side.

"Come on, is it really that important that I'm in the back." She puts on a cute pout.

"Why all of a sudden?"

"Cause I just bought a new CD and I want the closest view on how you'll like it."

"No, you're getting in the back and I'm not listening to that." He looks at the CD like it'll jump out of Laura's hands and attack her.

"Please just this once!" She begs. "This isn't even a mainstream artist. Not yet anyway she's getting more popular. Never mind just open the door, Travis."

He does and she immediately pops the album in. Travis never seems to show much emotion to the songs save for two he clearly found annoying. But she did at least catch him tapping his finger to the beat of three songs. When the album is done Laura is now in charge of the radio. Some stations play older songs that Laura takes not of the bands and types of songs.

******

✨After filming the fourth episode of The Quarry Laura and her co-stars go out for some drinks. They joke about how super important they feel with Travis standing and guarding their booth.

Travis spots someone staring intensely in their direction and he takes in as many details about the man as he can. He follows Laura closely when she crosses the bar for the restroom he keeps track of the man until he leaves the club.

When Laura finally comes out and they head back a drunk guy blocks her path creepily and grossly compliments her trying to get a drink and more out of her. Travis tells him to piss off. The guy tries to get in Travis' face he merely pushes the guy roughly away. When the drunk tries to retaliate Travis just grabs his arm and restrains him until the bouncers come.

Laura gets closer, essentially pressing against him.

"That was pretty cool." She shouts over the music.

Travis is impassive.

******

✨When it's time to leave the club it is pouring. Using Travis' jacket as a shield doesn't really do much. They're soaked when they get to the car and soaked when they get upstairs. Travis does his usual sweep of the house careful about the water dripping off of him.

"Clear, but I made a little bit of a mess." He says when he comes back.

Laura hears him but doesn't. She caught herself staring at his body now that the rain made it sheer and cling to his skin.

"Ms. Kearney." Brings her back to the now.

"Don't worry about it. Just need a towel, it's not that bad." She hands Travis' jacket to him.

Travis' takes it but wishes that she didn't hand it to him and that he didn't take it. Her shirt is thin its showing too much. He can make out that she's wearing a lace bra. The weight of the rain dragged her shirt down, so he can see more of her shoulders as well. The sight together is more alluring than he wants to admit. He'd already been trying to keep the fact that she was beautiful as a passive thought.

"I'm going to take a shower and then go to bed," Laura said and headed to her room.

Travis admonished himself.

In her room, Laura is preparing for her shower, but all the while she can't stop thinking about the fact that she is falling in love with Travis.

******

✨She starts looking at Travis a little differently.

"I take it that a job like this makes having a love life difficult." She says out of the blue one morning.

Travis doesn't look fond of the subject matter but responds anyway.

"It's very difficult. I've heard some others in my field making it work out. Not that it really matters to me. My love life has been pretty dead for a while."

"Sorry to hear that."

"It is what it is." Travis says with a shrug.

"Have any of the bodyguards you've heard about had relationships with their clients," Laura asks, and that gives Travis actual pause.

"Why?" He sounds gruff and suspicious when he asks.

"Seems like a logical follow up."

"...I think I've heard of two, but neither of them last long. But I don't really know."

"Okay."

"Right, so what exactly are you going to be doing today."

"Food shopping. My friend is coming over for movies and snacks. Hope you're ready."

He rolls his eyes.

*****

✨When it happens, when everything changes for them. It's after an interview. It's taking place at a mall event, so when they leave there's an ocean of screaming fans. Laura is waving and managing to sign a few things despite Travis' request to do otherwise.

The mysterious man from the club comes to the front of the crowd just ahead of Laura and Travis. He has a knife in hand and charges at Laura. He's fast and Travis only has just enough time to pull Laura behind him, taking the knife to his stomach in her stead.

He still manages to twist the knife out of the man's hand and pin him down. After he's arrested Laura accompanies Travis to the hospital.

******

✨Thankfully it's not too bad and he leaves with several stitches. Laura is still shaken up and feels guilty about it. Travis tells her not to worry.

When they get home, it takes a lot of convincing, to make Travis skip out on a sweep of the home. He keeps telling Laura he doesn't need help but she's glued herself to him. They make it to the guest room/his room and take a seat on his bed.

"Ms. Kearney, please it's not that bad. Ms. Kearney." His grunting doesn't help, but he wants Laura to stop.

At the moment she had, not thinking, pulled up his shirt to look at the wound.

"I'm so sorry." She says for the umpteenth time.

"Again, it's fine. It's not your fault. And it's my job." He gently pushes her back.

"If you want to help, then please hand me a shirt. Top drawer."

Laura does just that, pulling the dresser drawer open. There's not much in it. Three shirts and the same number of pants.

'Should get him some pajamas as a gift.' she briefly muses before pulling out a dark blue shirt.

When she turns around Travis has removed his shirt and undershirt. It's not the time, but Laura feels warm. Travis gratefully takes the shirt.

"You're staring." He tells her. "There's not much else I can say about them." He's talking about his scars.

She gets closer until she's standing in between his legs, gets on her knees, and looks at him.

"You've got another one thanks to me." She said and in some sort of trance, she puts her hand safely and carefully above his knife wound.

She moves her hand slowly up his stomach and chest, gently running her finger over each one. She doesn't miss the way Travis' breath hitches.

He's looking down at her, watching carefully with his eyes darker than normal, She keeps going, over a bullet wound on the upper part of his stomach. A scar that starts only just a little under his chest, at an angle over his left pec, and stops near his clavicle. She's run out of scars to touch and simply continues up to his neck, up to his jaw. She rubs it tenderly.

Travis is enamored and lost in her touch and eyes. The air is tense and suffocating. Following her feeling? The mood? Personal instinct? Laura leans down prepared to kiss him when Travis comes back to reality he takes hold of the hand touching his face.

"Laura." Travis began, coming back to himself. "Thank you for your help, but we should both to bed."

Laura was broken out of her own stupor.

"That's the first time you've used my name." She'd be upset about him making her stop, if she wasn't so thrilled about him saying her name.

But it's ruined.

"Ms. Kearney it'd be for the best if we both went to bed." He corrects himself.

Laura frowns and murmurs a goodnight. Travis feels exhausted when she leaves and tries to compose himself from what just happened, what he honestly wished he'd let continue.

That was soooo good 😩💙

“Laura” both me and Laura lost our shit at him saying her name mfjrjsnfjdjfhjsnfja

There’s no coming back from that Travis my man 😂😂 you both fucked now!

I love how she’s doing The Quarry as a tv show 😂 is there’s a Travis in it? 😂😂😂😂😂

#ask #anon #travisxlaura #bodyguard au #I’m creating a tag for this 😂#fics

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jimlingss · 4 years ago

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can i request a yoongi chef au? i feel like yoongi's culinary skills are underrated, and I'm just a slut for chef aus in general

Anonymous said: Hi I saw ur request open posts for the new year!!! Could u write more yoongi stories🥺?!?! Your stories are so fantastic and i’m thirsty for more yoongi lolol🤪(hopefully u get enough votes to do more of him haha)

I feel like Jin’s the one who’s usually written as the chef, prob because he’s the better known chef in BTS, but you’re right! There’s gotta be more chef Yoongi!AUs, so here you go!!!

↳ Buttering Up

2.2k || 100% Fluff & Flirtation || Min Yoongi || Chef!AU

He clearly doesn’t know who you are.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.”

You hum, arms crossed as you eye him up and down. His black hair is practically a bowl cut, bangs covering his forehead. He’s in casual clothes — a taupe trench and black pants — looking like he’s ready for a trip to the grocery store rather than to cook. You wonder where this child crawled out from.

“You’re Yoongi?”

“That I am.” He approaches the door of the restaurant before plunging his hands inside his trench coat pockets. He fishes out the key and unlocks it, ushering you inside. “Hope you don’t mind that the restaurant’s closed down.”

You mind much more that he left you waiting on the cold city street for over ten minutes. You still can’t believe he was late. The audacity.

“I would’ve liked to see how you and your staff do your dinner service.”

“Unfortunately, we’re booked full for the next two months.”

You scoff — how doesn’t he know who you are? You’re a food critic who’s brought highly regarded restaurants to their knees through a review of five sentences. Your words alone has had rippled effects in the industry. Even the most talented chefs hold their breaths when you taste-test.

You make Gordon Ramsey look like Mother Teresa.

This Yoongi character is much too arrogant to not respect you. His new and upcoming restaurant might have raving reviews, but you’ll see what’s really going on.

“Sit wherever you’d like.”

There are no waiters in fancy garb, no hand sewn tablecloths made of silk. He doesn’t even pull out the chair for you. Instead, he’s off flickering on the lights of the restaurant while you choose a wooden table and chair right in front of his open kitchen — which is a horrible mistake in itself.

Open kitchens have always been a concept that has fallen short in your eyes. It’s much too noisy during dinner service and it gets smelly fast. Who actually wants to leave smelling like butter and oil?

It’s something you note as you get settled.

Your coat drapes at the back of the chair and then you watch him. Yoongi’s taken off his trench as well, revealing a white long sleeve that he’s beginning to roll up to his elbows. He’s lean and his build is small, but somehow, he’s far from being scrawny. You gawk at the veins running up his forearm until he casually asks—

“Do you have a preference for wine?”

“I’m fine with any.”

He hums and comes over from the glass cabinet with a bottle of chardonnay and a wine glass. Yoongi pops the bottle easily and pours into the pristine glass with a mere tilt of his wrist. You watch the stream fill the glass a quarter way full.

“Is there a menu?”

“You don’t need one.”

Your brows raise. “Excuse me?”

“If I were you, I’d put myself in the chef’s hands entirely and go with their recommendation.” He strides away, placing the wine bottle on the other table and then he turns with a glint in his eye and his mouth slightly crooked upwards. “Unless, of course, you don’t trust your chef.”

Oh. He’s confident.

You can’t wait for his ego to blow up in his face.

“Fine then.” Your head tilts upwards. “What’s your recommendation then?”

He rounds his way to go into the kitchen that’s only a few meters away from where you sit. “Risotto with grilled chicken breast, topped off with caramelized onions, mushroom, grilled zucchini and sautéed tomatoes.”

You roll your eyes. What a basic dish. Isn’t it just rice? And with chicken breast?! Ew. It's guaranteed to be bland.

“Alright then.” You give a smile that might be more mocking than intended. “We’ll see how it tastes.”

Yoongi starts and while sipping the chardonnay, you take a good look at the restaurant from your spot. The place is rustic with a hint of contemporary. There’s exposed brick, wooden tables and chairs, and low, yellow lighting. There’s nothing particularly impressive about the place.

Soon, the sound of rapid, rhythmic chopping fills the space and then sizzling. You watch him intently. And you’re appalled. This Yoongi guy commits the worst cooking sins — his pan is cold when he starts throwing on ingredients. He cooks with olive oil. He overcrowds the pan. And he doesn’t even taste test once as he cooks.

What the actual fuck.

There’s a line between arrogance and insanity, and he was crossing it.

You cringe when he starts using his metallic spatula on the non-stick skillet.

Is he even qualified to run a restaurant?!

Or maybe your assistant sent you information about the wrong restaurant? Or maybe this was not the guy you were supposed to be eating from. What if he poisons you or kills off all of your taste buds?! Your career would be ruined.

“Everything going okay?” you pipe up.

He glances up at you for the first time, eyes peering past his bangs. “Yep. Should be done in five.”

Food is simple. It either tastes good or it doesn’t. But the higher up you go and the fancier it gets, the more convoluted the food tastes with bland flakes of gold and the same old truffle shavings. That or it’s entirely boring and unoriginal.

Or in this case, it might kill you. Which would be the first. And you’re not happy about it.

You feel unsettled when he plops the dish in front of you.

“Chef’s recommendation.”

“Thanks.”

You feel unsettled because it actually smells good. The aroma that fills your senses is flavoursome and buttery, and the thyme on top adds a fresh hint. You’re also unsettled because the plating isn’t actually bad. It’s been presented in a pasta bowl with wavy designs and the chicken breast is thinly and neatly sliced on top. It’s clean. It’s bright. It’s colourful.

But the most lethal poisons are the appetizing ones.

“Are you going to wait until it gets cold?”

You look up, brows raising at how he’s gotten comfortable in the chair across from you. Usually the chefs and waiters or waitresses like to skedaddle off and leave you to your own thoughts, too afraid to stand in your intense scrutiny. But Min Yoongi twists off the cap of his water bottle and casually downs it in front of you.

“I’m just looking at the presentation.”

“Tastes better than it looks,” he exhales after swallowing his water.

Your expression becomes skeptical. But you take the silver spoon beside you anyhow and decide not to waste any more time.

The spoonful goes into your mouth. He watches you. You chew.

Instantly, you halt.

The flavour hits your tongue. Creamy. Thick. But each individual grain of rice still has some firmness with a discernible texture. It’s been done al dente. There’s sweetness from the caramelized onions. An earthy flavour from the mushrooms. A zesty touch from the thyme. The chicken breast is somehow still juicy and the tomatoes burst on your palate.

Suddenly, you’re thrusted back into your childhood. Those summer days spent in the cottage. Sun-kissed cheeks, dirtied knees, cotton dresses. You can hear your late grandmother in the kitchen. The way she calls out that it’s lunchtime. You can feel the comfort of family and love.

It feels like you’ve become the food critic in the ratatouille movie.

You almost cry.

“What do you think?”

You clear your throat. You have to be honest. There’s no way you can lie about something like this. “It’s good. I think...this is the best risotto I’ve ever had. You cooked it perfectly and the toppings you chose were absolutely immaculate with this dish—”

You look up at him. Min Yoongi has an enormous, cocky smirk plastered across his stupid face.

It’s entirely off-putting.

“But of course,” you quickly add, “there are many ways you could improve on it. You could add cilantro—”

“That would unnecessarily drown out the notes of thyme you taste,” he rebukes without a single beat and you scoff.

“I noticed you didn’t add any pepper to it which could deepen the flavour.”

“Except this dish doesn’t need it,” Yoongi deadpans. “You don’t need to help me make any adjustments. I think I know what I’m doing better than you are. Just do your job and I’ll do mine.”

You suck in your cheek and narrow your eyes on him before you take another bite of the risotto while it’s still hot. “The food is delicious, but I must say, the company really spoils it.”

Yoongi’s slumped with one cheek resting in his hand, elbow on the table. He lazily stares at you with that smirk of his. “Really? Because if I didn’t know any better, you look nervous rather than annoyed.”

You scoff for the second time. “Why would I be nervous?”

“Maybe you didn’t expect the food to taste as good as it does and that makes me unexpectedly attractive,” he states plainly. You almost choke. You hit your chest as you sputter. “Or maybe you’re intimidated by me. I’ve gotten both before.”

You wipe your mouth with the napkin. “I’m afraid you’re not very perceptive, Min Yoongi.”

“Really? I think I am.” He smiles, the corners of his mouth quirked. “I’ve read your reviews before.”

You’re unamused. “Have you now? So you must know how difficult I am to satisfy.”

His smirk is sly and it’s jarring against his softer, more tender features. He’s smaller than the men you’re used to being around, but somehow it feels like he’s taken up the entire space of the restaurant. His focus on you is sweat-inducing. Even if you don’t want to admit it.

“I don’t think so. You’ve just been eating shit food,” he says bluntly and your brow cocks. “You just need someone good you can trust. Someone who can take care of you properly.”

You’re not sure if the double entendre is purposeful. You wouldn’t put it past him.

“And is this someone you?”

Yoongi shrugs and sits back. “It could be.”

You grab your glass of chardonnay and gulp the rest in an effort to stop the conversation before it completely derails into a different direction. Yet, Yoongi’s half-lidded and darkened eyes stay on yours with each swallow. He’s unfazed. Unbothered. And that bothers you even more — bothered in a way that makes your face hot.

There’s a clack as you put the wine glass down and gasp.

“I’m a professional.” You won’t be swayed so easily. “I can’t be bribed.”

“Of course.” He blinks as if he doesn’t know what you’re talking about. You glare at him and he gestures to the dish. “Please. Keep eating.”

You finish the plate.

“Do you want any seconds?” he asks as he gets up.

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” Yoongi lingers, all too brazen and fearless. “If you don’t get any more now, you might have to come back for more.”

This time, you don’t try to hide the roll of your eyes. “That’s a presumptuous assumption.”

Yoongi smirks and his voice is husky. “After getting a taste from me, everyone comes back for more.

You scoff.

Min’s Restaurant Review

Three nights ago, I ate at Min’s Restaurant and met the main man in the kitchen. Unfortunately, he is a difficult person to interact with. I hope no one has the disservice of having to speak to the chef behind the dishes. Doing so may as well ruin the experience. Furthermore, his cooking methods are unconventional and unorthodox. It was completely shocking to watch.

However, and what I would consider most important, the food at Min’s Restaurant is spectacular. What Min’s Restaurant lacks in likeable personnel, they make up in the served cuisine. The meal that was prepared for me not only subverted my initial expectations, but overcomes, what I consider, what the food industry is lacking in this modern age exactly. Without unnecessary garnishes and ingredients, the flavours of Min’s Restaurant are both light and deep. It was an undeniable delight to consume and for the first time, I licked my plate clean.

It is undoubted that the man behind Min’s Restaurant has the hands of god.

You should have pride.

But you’ve always loved good food. It’s your Achilles heel. It’s the one thing you’ve been passionate about since you were a kid. The reason why you love your job.

Even after writing such a review, you find yourself booking another reservation. But as a customer instead of a critic.

Of course, they were booked full for the next six months, largely thanks to your review, and they swiftly refused you with numerous apologies. But they called back not ten minutes later. You have a feeling that your name finally sunk into them — that he had something to do with it.

That theory is confirmed when you arrive. The person in question is next to the seemingly nervous hostess as the noisy kitchen echoes throughout the busy restaurant.

In the low lighting, Min Yoongi stands there with a relaxed smirk. As if he was expecting you. As if he knew you’d come crawling back to him to eat out of the palm of his hand, literally and figuratively.

You hate that he’s right.

“Welcome back.”

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spices-and-cherries · 4 years ago

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Rampage (Chapter 3)

JAMES BOND X READER

Chapter 3 is finally out! Is it rough? Yes. Is it months late? Yes. Do I care? No. Why? Because I’m having fun writing it! This chapter does feel a little rushed even though I tried to draw it out. I dunno. Is he too ooc?

I did not reference race, gender, sexuality, or physical appearance. If I missed something, please let me know so I can change it!

Warnings: violence, death, car chase, car accident, alcohol, angst

Masterlist:

Chapter 3: Parcel

James had been too preoccupied to bother following the movements of the remaining men, but he had heard whispers a year ago about a club being formed with some very similar faces affiliated with it.

What if Keery's husband hadn't died afterall? And this was some sort of sick and twisted revenge plan?

For the first time in a long while, James had genuinely no idea what to do.

"Hey." A hand waved in front of his face. "Hey!" He blinked as his eyes focused on the woman in front of him. "Are you okay?" He runs a hand through his hair.

"That paper could be the key to save someone's life. Just... Let me look at it and I'll give it back. I promise."

After a long pause, she holds the paper out in front of her. Taking it, he quickly reads it. Like he thought, it was a receipt involving some sort of business deal with The End Club. Arms trading?

"How did this get into the hands of Slane?"

"That's what I want to figure out too." The woman snatches the paper back.

"What's your connection to them?"

"...Why should I tell you?"

"Depending on what's going on here, I can help you."

"It's a secret." She turned and started for the door.

"Judging by the fact that you have a gun and sneaking about a place like this, you're out for blood, but the thing is, you don't really know how to shoot, do you?"

"...I don't see how it's any of your business!" She stopped, her back turned to him and her fists clenched.

"Well, if we were to run into each other, which we undoubtedly will, I don't exactly want to be shot on accident in the crosshairs." He walked towards her. "You help me by telling me everything I need to know and I'll make sure your bullet hits the mark."

"How do I know you're not lying?"

"Because I have a strong feeling we're looking for the same people."

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"I know a place where we can get a booth." The girl - Violet - pulled out of her parking spot, apparently dead-set on getting a drink. He, for once, could very much do without. Drinking vodka martini's were just the distraction he very much did not need at the moment. But he needed information and was now working on someone else's time. Maybe the drinks will chase the worry away.

Had they hurt you? Did you get fed? Had they taken advantage of you? Were you injured?

A finger snapped in front of his face.

"Wake up! We're here!" When he got out of the car, the cold air hit him right in the face. It brought him out of his little spell - or at least enough to make him think coherently.

"...Vodka martini. Don't care how."

"And a chocolate martini, please."

"A what, miss?"

"Make that two vodka martini's." He butt in, ordering for her.

"What the hell?"

"I should be asking you that."

"What? Chocolate martinis are good."

"And for children."

"...So what will it be?" Asked the waiter, looking confused.

"Just get me a martini." Violet sighed, glaring at James before going back to the menu. "Could you please add mozzarella sticks to that?" The waiter nodded and rushed away. She clasped her hands and looked him straight in the eye. "So. What do you want to know?"

"Everything."

"...My father used to work for a meat company." She leaned back in her seat and put her hands in her lap. "At one point, when I was really little, the company was taken over by a new owner and they renamed the place to End Club Meats & Co. My father - being one of the engineers or whatever - was one of the people they kept around. I guess his type are hard to come around. As the years went by, he seemed to be home less and less until one day, some men knocked on our door and informed us that he had died in a work accident." She paused when the drinks were set on the table. "A few years ago, I was contacted by one of his coworkers who claimed that there was more to it than that. Apparently, he'd been called to the head office and never came out. I've been trying to find out who did it and why ever since."

"And Slane?"

"I found his name somewhere and thought he was connected somehow. I was trying to find out how when you found me."

"What are you going to do now?

"Uh, trace the receipts back to who was involved and kill them. Of course, that's easier said than done considering I have no idea what I'm doing." James briefly wondered how she hadn't been killed in her sleep already.

"Are you familiar with the name Stone? He's a henchman of sorts."

"...No? I don't believe so. Now, can you please tell me what any of this has to do with you? I'd like to know my protector a little more." There was an edge of sarcasm in her voice that he simply didn't feel like humoring.

"I work for her Majesty as an agent, meaning-"

"You're a copper. Got it. Move on." He really didn't like her tone.

"Meaning, that I go after people in the underground who are like Slane and worse. A few years ago, I had to track down this man named Keery. His drug trafficking organization had a headquarters in France, disguised as a very large butcher warehouse." A look of realization dawned on Violet's face. "Keery died with many of his subordinates, but I seemed to have overlooked one."

"So the missing person you were talking about is the one you... forgot?"

"No, not exactly." He took a sip of his drink. The burn cleared his mind a little. "My life expectancy is, statistically speaking, low and..." James paused, realizing that he was talking more about himself than he normally would. It felt wrong.

"And...?"

"And it's the same for those close to me." It felt wrong, but he found it liberating at the same time.

"So something happened?" Violet's voice became soft.

"Yes." James rubbed his face with his hands, suddenly feeling a wave of exhaustion.

"So let me guess, the End Club is run by someone who wants to take revenge on you by taking this... person away? And now you need to find them?"

"Yes."

"...Normally I wouldn't do this, I still can't tell if you're lying or not, but let me take you back to my place. We can come up with a plan and get some rest..." James looked up at her incredulously. "What? I got this far - you're not getting rid of me until all this is over. Besides, I have my own bone to pick..."

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"- And that's the couch where you'll be sleeping. I'll be right back - I need to get you something to sleep in..." She disappeared into her room. After several minutes of muffled cussing and the sounds of things falling over, she came out. "I hope this is okay. It's all I got." She tossed a bundle of clothes at him. It was a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt.

"Thanks."

"No prob-" She was interrupted by a beeping noise at the door.

"Ms. Dunby, there's a parcel for you downstairs."

"Shit. Okay, I'll be back. I forgot that I had something coming." She hurried to put some shoes on and rushed out the door. At first, James thought nothing of it, but when he checked the time, realization dawned on him. It's almost two in the morning. Who would be getting a parcel at this time of the night?

Grabbing his gun, he ran out into the hallway and hopped three stairs at a time in the stairwell. Violet wasn't in the lobby. He hears a car door slam out on the street. He caught a glimpse of Violet's face pressed against the window of an expensive black car just as it drove away.

Without a second thought, he ran out into the street and, seeing Violet’s old camry, he punched the window to let himself in. After making quick work of hotwiring the vehicle, it came to life.

Tires screeching, he chased the black car through tight alleyways and around sharp turns, when suddenly they were on a main road with surprisingly little traffic.

He stepped on the gas.

In seconds he was within feet of the vehicle. The driver tried to swerve in an effort to out maneuver him, but James didn't have the energy for playing the race game.

In a burst of speed, he ran his car into the back of the black car - hard - and pushed it so it scrapped against the guardrails along the side of the road, sparks flying. They came to a bumpy stop when they plowed into a lamppost.

He clambered out as soon as he could, stumbling over a scrap of junk, and made his way - gun out - to the wrecked car. The driver seemed to be dead, but he couldn't-

"RAGHH!" A big figure slammed open the car door and leapt on him. He flew to the ground with what felt like a ton right on top of him. His gun spun away, leaving him defenseless. A fist slammed into his face. Not having a lot of room to move, James jabbed the man's neck as hard as he could. It gave him a few moments to get the man off of him and identify his attacker.

It, with some stroke of luck, was Stone. The very man he was looking for.

Stone got up, spat, and then threw himself into his stomach - forcing him back down to the ground. The two of them rolled around on the asphalt. One second his face was being ground into the road and another he'd be holding Stone in a choke hold.

"Where did you take them?" James growls, kneeing Stone in the gut.

"Who the fuck are you talking about?" Stone's big hand slammed James's face into the ground. His ears were ringing.

"(Y/N)!"

"Huh. You must be James Bond." Stone smiled, but it was wiped away with James's elbow. James managed to roll away and get back up.

"In the flesh."

"Well, I'm afraid to say that I won't tell you shit." Stone barreled into him again, but this time James was ready and managed to keep his feet grounded. He kneed Stone again and again - slowly letting his frustration loose.

"Then I'm afraid I'll have to make you." Stone's grip on him tightened as he knocked James's feet out.

"Not like this, you won't." After a couple hard punches, Stone gripped his neck. His hands scrambled, trying to get Stone off of him. He was beginning to see double. "I'm starting to feel sorry for ya." Stone laughed. "Don't worry - your partner is just fine. They're getting fed - but that was as of yesterday."

A shot rings out, the grip on his neck leaves, and Stone's shoulder is bleeding. But James doesn't notice.

All he can see is red.

What a big man. A scary looking man. He was the big scary looking man that took you. Where are you? Why won't Stone tell him where you are?

His fists are burning.

And then suddenly Stone is under him, saying something. He watches as his nose slowly crumples, as his teeth were turning red, as his eyes became glossy, as -

"James!" Hands are on his shoulder, nails digging in. He growls as his fist seamlessly gets ready to strike. A clammy hand wraps around his wrist. "JAMES!" Violet is looking at him with frantic eyes. "He's already dead, so stop it!" He looks back down. Stone's face was almost unrecognizable.

Had he done that?

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Whoops. Angsty Bond feels... Anyway, this is the first series I’ve written in a long while and the first I’ve ever written for Bond, so feel free to give me some feedback! Just be nice about it - I’m sensitive. Also! I'm in the middle of reading Layercake. When I’m done I’ll watch the movie - so look out for some headcanons on our nameless protagonist in the near future! If y’all have any ideas, feel free to send them my way!

- Simpy

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missramu · 3 years ago

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Back with the kisses!

Hiya! I know it's been a while, but, good news! Have some sappy JKRM beach episode

Kiss number 26: as an apology

“Are you ready, hun?”

The doctor asked while he went down the checklist. Organized as he was, he insisted on checking every item that was lying by the sofa right in front of him, in order to make sure they wouldn’t forget to bring anything important. It was finally August, and Jakurai’s summer holidays had just started. And, with that, their summer trip.

“Ngh-- Almost! Oof!--”

Replied the younger one, as he tried to close a small suitcase by sitting on top of it. Jakurai, intrigued by his partner’s frustrated noises, went to see what was going on in their bedroom. As soon as he stepped inside, he found the designer struggling with his luggage.

“What on earth could you be possibly packing, Ramuda-kun? We’re going to stay at the hotel for a week, not a month.”

The doctor said that mockingly, but Ramuda stopped right on the spot, looking at him as if he just asked the most stupid of questions. How dare he question his fashion needs?

“And? You never know when you will need fancy clothes! What if I need more shirts because I get mine dirty? Or--!”

Jakurai sighed, drawing a half-smile on his face. This was their usual procedure, after all. Ramuda insisted on packing –excessively– extra clothing, and he had the task of making him see he didn’t need that many.

“You never cease to amaze me.”

After a quick rearrangement and a couple of pouty faces, Jakurai made the pink-haired man realize it was alright to leave behind a three-piece suit –which he wouldn’t have needed anyway– as well as, at least, 7 extra shirts and tees. No need to say that it took them a little while, because Ramuda was stubborn and refused to leave without the garments, but the doctor managed to convince him. He just knew too well how to deal with him at this point.

“It’s good to be ready ‘just in case’, but that was… exaggerated”

Once everything was settled, Jakurai checked his mental list again, trying to recall if something was missing. Meanwhile, Ramuda fastened his sandals and waited at the entrance, swinging his feet back and forth playfully.

“Good thing we’re driving there, cuz if we had to take a train, we’d have probs missed it by now”

The taller man raised an eyebrow as a response, turning to face him.

“Says the one who made us lose our time because he couldn’t decide whether he should bring a blue or yellow sweatshirt on August”

“But!-“

“A sweatshirt. August.”

Ramuda puffed, unwilling to recognize his defeat. The doctor gave him a small pat on the head, offering him his suitcase as a truce.

“Let’s go, then. Our holiday awaits, doesn’t it?”

The younger’s gloomy face suddenly lit up, and it only took the designer a small jump to stand on his feet again. He waited with their luggage outside –since he was already wearing shoes– while the doctor checked every door and window. He knew they had asked their teammates to keep an eye on their apartment just in case, but he couldn’t help but double-check before leaving.

“C’mon, Jaku! It’s gonna be night by the time we arrive!”

It was undeniable that the younger man was excited. Sure, he had the liberty to have his holidays whenever he felt like –benefits of self-employment–, but going on vacation together felt… different. It felt better, just like the old Kuujaku Posse days. It wasn’t their first trip together, he knew that. The designer could never forget their training camp, after all. However, he was beyond excited: it was their first trip to the beach since he got the mastectomy. Ramuda couldn’t wait, and Jakurai was also looking forward to it.

As soon as they got everything in the car and were ready to go, the doctor started driving to their destination: Oarai Sun Beach. They were in for a ride that would be two hours long, which the designer was planning to spend between snacks and Instagram stories while his partner drove. Besides that, Ramuda had a self-imposed duty in every single one of their road trips, and that was to take pictures of the scenery and, more importantly, of his boyfriend. Jakurai wasn’t the only one fascinated by his partner; and the younger man loved to see how every single scenery and light managed to boost up his partner’s mature beauty.

The hours went by, and before they could realize it, they were already reaching their destination. The pink-haired man screamed enthusiastically as he saw the sea through the window, losing interest even on the snacks he was eagerly devouring merely 30 seconds ago. After 20 minutes or so, they arrived at the hotel, did the check-in, and rushed to the beach. Jakurai would have loved to take his time, but his partner’s actions didn’t seem to agree with his ideas.

Energetic as always, Ramuda rushed towards the sea as soon as he saw it from the seafront promenade, without caring about the sun cream nor leaving his tee somewhere that wasn’t the sand after launching it. That took Jakurai by surprise –although he should have seen that coming–, quickly finding himself running after his partner, as if he was running after a dog who had something in his mouth that he wasn’t supposed to have.

“AMEMURA-KUN! CAREFUL! THE BODY MUST ACCLIMATE SLOWLY! –“

The designer laughed at the top of his lungs, ignoring his partner’s yelling. Having fun was his top priority right now.

“Oh, shoo! Don’t be such a party pooper! The water’s warm!”

The doctor stopped at the shore, sighing. The younger man was already splashing around in the water, and there was nothing he could do against that. Oh well, at least he was happy.

“You could have waited until I had prepared everything here… Or until you had cream on”

He complained again, as he picked up the t-shirt from the sand, shaking it a little before folding and putting it inside the bag. While the designer was swimming around, the doctor started to set up their beach umbrella, as well as two chairs and a small fridge. He watched Ramuda having the time of his life, now free from the burden of having to wear swimming t-shirts and a binder under it. He could see his boyfriend jump, swim and run in the beach with a liberty he hadn’t had before; and, for him, that was enough to make the trip worth it.

The taller man took his time with the sun cream, and he headed to the water only after being sure it was absorbed. The pink-haired man didn’t hesitate to approach him, sporting a pink and white striped short swim trunk, decorated with lollipops. It was part of his new summer collection, as well as Jakurai’s: his had a light-grey and white plaid pattern and was knee-length. Although it wasn’t as colourful as Ramuda’s, it still had his touch, since it had little lilac plum blossoms around, as well as lilac laces.

Spontaneous as ever, the smaller man jumped into the doctor’s back, taking his chance to braid his hair and make said braid into a low bun. He left a kiss on his partner’s shoulder before jumping back into the water, splashing around once again.

“I wonder how many ways of braiding my hair you know”

Ramuda laughed cheerfully, swimming by Jakurai’s side as he entered the water.

“I’ve always liked to do your hair! So there’s nooo absolute way I’ll ever stop doing so!”

Jakurai stopped walking as soon as the water reached his waist, took a deep breath and submerged for a couple of seconds. Ramuda clapped and followed him to do the same, only to find out that, while that depth was acceptable for Jakurai, it covered his chest and almost his neck. The doctor tried to suppress a laugh at the scenery of his partner floating because of his short height, but in the end, the effort was in vain.

“What’s so funny?! Not everyone’s a damn tower, you know!”

Jakurai laughed again, picking the designer up and letting him sit on his shoulders.

“Then, how does it feel to be one, then?”

The pouts and complains quickly were changed by laughter, as he held tight onto his head, watching his surroundings from his privileged seat.

“It feels… weird! But it’s also funny! It’s like I could crush everyone under my feet like widdle ants!”

They both laughed at the designer’s comparisons, and after a couple of minutes, he took the freedom to launch himself back into the water from his shoulders, swimming somewhere where he could reach without problem –or, at least, stand–. Pitying him, Jakurai followed his partner and stood by his side once he found the perfect depth for himself: now the water was at Ramuda’s waist level, and barely reached Jakurai’s hip.

“That’s on you for being so tall, you know”

The doctor sighed, shaking his head.

“And there’s nothing I can do about that either, my little one”

Ramuda splashed him in response, cracking a laugh. Accompanied by that laugh, the doctor saw behind his blue eyes that he had mischief planned. Whatever it could be, he had no idea.

Like a shark ready to attack its victim, the younger man kept watching his partner closely. The doctor realized his gaze upon him, and although he was ready to counteract, he didn’t pay too much attention to it. He thought that, perhaps, Ramuda would get tired of waiting and would eventually forget whatever he had in mind ready to mess with him. However, he was wrong in thinking that, and he definitely should not have let his guard down. It is not as if he had ever had his guard up around Ramuda, after all.

As soon as the designer noticed him trying to go out of the water, he ambushed. His plan was to run towards him and throw him back into the water. Still, it was quickly thwarted by Jakurai’s height; since he just kind of stumbled against his legs on an attempt to sink him.

“OH, C’MON!”

Jakurai watched him bump against him, raising an eyebrow with curiosity. Ramuda crossed his arms with frustration, sitting in the water by his side.

“Was that your attempt at… sinking me?”

“Yes! And it didn’t work!”

The lilac-haired man laughed playfully, ruffling the younger’s wet hair.

“I’m sure you can do better than that”

Obviously, Ramuda took that personally. He got up and sat back in the shore, arming himself with patience. There, he waited until the doctor tried to leave the water again, and prepared his attack once more: this time, he charged against Jakurai’s knee pits and successfully made him fall into the water. What he didn’t plan, though, was that he would fall with him too, making a splashing mess that could have ended in broken bones if it weren’t for the doctor’s quick reflexes.

“What were you thinking now, Amemura-kun? You could have hurt yourself! What if I had fallen on top of you? Did you think we could have gotten serious bruises, or even worse?”

The designer quivered at his partner’s angry tone, lowering his head while he was being scolded. He just wanted to joke around, but ended up taking it so seriously that he didn’t really think it through. The fact that surprised the designer was that Jakurai wasn’t concerned at all about himself, but rather about him.

“I’m… I’m sorry…”

He replied in a quiet voice, looking at Jakurai with honest puppy eyes. The doctor tried to hold his ground, but Ramuda did know well his weaknesses. He clicked his tongue, sitting on the shore and placing his boyfriend on his lap.

“Are you alright? Does it hurt somewhere?”

The designer climbed onto his lap, hugging him and leaving a shy kiss on the taller-man’s lips. Jakurai replied tenderly, pressing him against himself in an embrace, as he realized it was Ramuda’s silent apology.

“Next time you’re tempted to do such a thing, at least do it where the water covers me”

Ramuda nodded, and said gesture earned him another kiss as a way of settling things up.

#hypnosis mic #hypmic #ヒプノシスマイク #jakurai jinguji #hypnosis mic jakurai #ramuda amemura #hypnosis mic ramuda #jakuramu #jakurai x ramuda #trans character

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chapter x

Remus didn’t even hesitate. He ran, socks slipping on the floor, and all but slid into the door to open it, hoping, hoping that it would be—

And there Sirius was, swaying on his feet in the hallway. He has a snapback on, hair curling down on his forehead and his shoulders were tense. There was purple dusted beneath his eyes and he looked exhausted. He looked at Remus for a long moment before Remus watched his throat work around a swallow.

“I hope it’s okay that—”

But Remus was already pulling him inside and wrapping his arms around his neck. Sirius let out a breath and Remus heard his bag drop heavily to the floor, heard the door fall closed, and then Sirius’ arms were just as tight around him. Sirius felt overly warm and shaky in his arms, and he shuttered a little when Remus pressed his cool hand to the back of his neck, knocking his hat off so he could run his fingers through his dark hair a few times.

“Of course it’s okay. I’ve been waiting for you.”

Remus felt Sirius drop his forehead to his shoulder, then press his nose into his neck. He was hunched over, too tall for it, really, but Remus pressed up on his toes and held him tight.

“At least I know why he wouldn’t look at me now,” Sirius’ voice was muffled.

“It’s not you,” Remus said, feeling anger bubble back up in his chest. “He’s being fucking, I don’t know, brainwashed or something. By Snape and his fucking—Snape and Malfoy.”

Sirius didn’t respond, but let Remus take more of his weight. His breathing felt uneven against Remus’ chest. Remus pulled back after a few more seconds and pressed a palm to his cheek.

“What can I do? Are you hungry? Or does a shower sound good, maybe?”

Sirius nodded. “Shower, I think. It’s okay I’m here? Your parents—”

“Left this morning,” Remus cut him off, then smiled a little. “They’re so worried about you, you know. I thought Julian was going to explode. He was so angry about that video, I actually thought he might drop that ‘F’ bomb he accidentally learned from me two years ago.”

A laugh startled out of Sirius, eyes tired. “Wow. My best fan.”

Remus slid his hands down Sirius’ arms and laced their fingers together to give him a little tug in the direction of the bathroom. “I thought I was your best fan.”

“I don’t know. I think my best fan would wear my jersey for me.”

Remus was glad, at least, that he was joking, even a little.

“Maybe for now,” Sirius said as they reached Remus’ bathroom. “you can just shower with me?”

Remus let out a breath of relief. “If you didn’t ask, I was going to.”

He turned the shower on and watched out of the corner of his eye as Sirius stripped. While the water was heating up, Sirius pressed himself all along Remus’ back. He was naked, but it wasn’t sexual. He was just…looking for warmth, maybe. Looking for Remus.

“Have to take your clothes off, non?”

Remus let Sirius rid him of his sweatshirt and sweatpants and then they stepped into the shower. Remus maneuvered Sirius under the hot spray and reached up to tilt his head back. His heart was pounding, and he tried to take a few steadying breaths. He wanted so badly for Sirius to be okay. Remus reached down and smoothed Sirius’ hands, which were unconscious fists, into loose palms.

“I,” Sirius began. “Don’t, um. I don’t really feel like…”

Remus shook his head. “Me neither. Relax, baby, okay?”

A slow smile spread over Sirius’ face and he leaned down, fingers gentle against Remus’ jaw and broad back blocking some of the spray, and kissed Remus—soft and slow.

Remus leaned into it, letting Sirius gather him against his chest, skin on skin. He was warmer than the water, gentle and hurting.

“What if you weren’t here?” Sirius said quietly. Water was dripping in his eyes and they were so blue suddenly, a dark, stormy sea color.

Remus pressed his palms to the broad span of Sirius’ back.

“I’d…” Sirius rubbed his thumb across Remus’ cheek. “I’d come home. I’d feel horrible, and I’d go downstairs…skate, shoot pucks. I’d do that until I couldn’t anymore, and I’d go to bed. And that’s it.”

Remus wrapped his arms around Sirius’ neck, Sirius’ settling around his waist. He tangled his fingers in the wet hair plastered against his skin. “Well, you’re not going to do that now. I’ll kiss you senseless, make you two plates of my mom’s turkey dinner…” Remus pressed up and kissed him again.

“Mm…” Sirius let Remus tilt his chin back and kiss his neck. “Parfait.”

Remus scraped his teeth gently against his jaw. “I would ask if you were going to practice tomorrow, but…”

“Of course I am,” Sirius said, the expression he wore on the ice flickering across his features.

Remus kissed him again. “I know, Captain.”

“But I’m not thinking about that right now,” Sirius sighed and his eyes dropped closed. “I can’t…think right now. I’ll drive myself insane.”

Remus shushed him softly, reaching for the shampoo. “You don’t have to.”

Remus woke up the next morning to Sirius’ alarm, earlier than usual so he could go home and change for practice. He blinked awake sleepily as Sirius groaned and hit at it. He rolled over and buried his face into Remus’ neck, pressing them together.

“…ne veux pas me lever,” he mumbled. “Nous restons.”

“Entraînement,” Remus said, huddling closer and his eyes still closed.

“Nous restons,” Sirius mumbled again, sounding half way back to sleep already.

The snooze went off again ten minutes later, and Sirius sat up this time. Remus blinked his eyes open in time to watch Sirius scrub his hands over his face a few times, arms and back flexing as he pushed them back through his hair. It had dried curlier than usual from being slept on while wet. Remus reached out to trace the band of his underwear, and Sirius looked over his shoulder at him, eyes tired, but smiling gently.

“Bon matin,” he said, voice raspy with sleep, and then he twisted back around to kiss Remus, deep and slow, with a palm pressed to his chest for support. “Bon matin.”

Remus hummed into the kiss happily, putting his hand on top of Sirius’. “Still feel like I’m dreaming when I wake up with you.”

Sirius laughed. “Good. I’m doing something right.”

“How are you?” Remus asked tentatively.

Sirius sighed, mouth pulling to the side like he was biting the inside of his cheek, but he nodded. “I’m…I’m okay. I’ll probably think about it more later, but…I don’t know. I’m glad we have the roadie to distract me. I’m not excited to answer questions about it.”

Remus raised an eyebrow. “You’re never excited to answer questions about anything.”

“That’s true,” Sirius laughed, then gave Remus a short kiss. “But, really. I am okay. You make me okay.”

Remus smiled, and was about to pull him back down for some more kisses when Sirius gently smacked his hip a few times.

“Let’s go, Lupin, rink in twenty!” Sirius rolled off of the bed and was half way to the bathroom when he stopped and spun. “Loops.”

Remus raised himself up on his elbows. “Mm?”

“What was your number? When you played.”

Remus took a breath before answering. “Six.”

Sirius grinned, head tilting. “Half of twelve. Good. Very lucky.”

Remus laughed. “What if I had said thirteen?”

Sirius gave a shutter and disappeared into the bathroom. Remus laughed, and threw the covers back to follow.

“Hey,” Remus said as Sirius started his car. “I wanted to…I thought maybe we should talk about the roadie coming up.”

“Yes?” Sirius glanced over at him as he drove. He has sunglasses on and a team snapback and Remus sort of wanted to ask him to pull over so they could crawl into the backseat.

“Well,” Remus reached over and grabbed his hand across the seats. “I know how important it is for us to be careful, and that’s the only reason I’m saying this. If I had it my way, like, I mean if we could, then the answer would be clear, but…” Remus took a breath, knowing he was rambling. “Do you want to…sleep together? I’m just bringing it up because I won’t be hurt or anything if you don’t because…you know. It’d be pretty hard to explain if someone saw me coming out of your room at the wrong time. Or the other way around.”

Remus looked over at Sirius to see that he was chewing his lip. He couldn’t see his eyes but he knew the expression that rested in them. It would be the same one that he wore when they were down in a game—tight and calculating, trying to see how to make it work.

Remus squeezed his hand. “We don’t have to decide now.”

“Let’s not,” Sirius said. “I want to think about you near me today, even if I can’t kiss you, while I have to deal with absolutely everyone asking if I’m okay. Because I may or may not have responded to anyone’s texts and, given the fact that they don’t know about us…”

Remus nodded. “They’ll think you were doing laps on your rink all night.”

“Oui.”

Sirius pulled briefly into a side street behind the rink to let Remus out and he checked his mirrors before leaning in.

“Until tonight?” Sirius said, pressing a last kiss to Remus’ cheek.

“See you in there,” Remus ran quick fingers through his hair, and hopped out of the car.

He felt like there were one thousand and one eyes on him as he showed his badge to Tony at the front desk, and walked into his office.

Moody looked up at him with his good eye from where he was unpacking fresh boxes of stick glue and sanding paper. “Good break?”

“Yeah, always good to see the family. You?”

“Kids all made it home, despite working all around the country. Can’t complain. Hear the news?”

Remus looked down at his desk, taking a breath. “Yeah. It’s horrible.”

“Fucking fowl play, is what it is,” Moody grumbled.

“Couldn’t agree more. I just…you know, Sirius just got back. He was just getting confident again.”

“Not what the kid needed, that’s for sure,” Moody sighed and rose with a grunt. “Better get in there. Coach’ll be going in soon, the boys gearing up.”

Remus nodded, throwing his bag into his chair and shoving his phone and badge into his pocket. He left his jacket off, going with his gray shirt with the distressed, overly-washed red Lions Training Staff on the back. He picked up a box of tape, thinking that the wrack was probably empty after break, and followed Moody.

The locker room was about what about what Remus expected. Sirius was half-dressed in his stall, hat off and rolling his socks on while James leaned close to him, seemingly whispering furiously. His hazel eyes were full of concern and brighter, as they always looked after he put his contacts in.

Sirius was talking back to him, nodding, and finally Remus saw him wrap an arm around his shoulder, as if he was assuring James that he was okay, really okay.

“Remus,” Pascal appeared beside him, clapping a strong hand on his shoulder. “Maybe you are the lucky one.”

Remus raised an eyebrow. “What?” he said skeptically. He always had to be ready for a prank if Pascal or Logan approached him. Remus glanced over at Logan to see if maybe he was watching, if Pascal was the distraction, but Logan was leaning against the wall beside Leo, laughing as he watched Leo throw two balls against the wall in rapid succession—a classic goalie practice.

“Dumo?” Remus prompted.

Pascal threw his hands up. “No one I have talked to could reach our Captain last night. I was hoping that you were successful.”

“Oh,” Remus hoped he wasn’t blushing. “No. No, I never did. But, you know. We’re not that good of friends.”

Pascal squinted at him for a moment, and then a slow smile broke out across his face and he all but waggled a finger at him. “Okay, Remus, okay.”

“What?” Remus asked again, but Pascal merely patted him on the cheek.

Remus, only a little unsettled, made his way over to the tape wrack and started organizing the black from the white.

“Bon matin,” said a voice in his ear, and Remus smiled.

“Hi, Pads.”

Sirius smiled down at him.

“Okay? James looked…”

Sirius glanced behind him, but they were relatively out of ear shot. “Just making sure I’m okay. You know how he gets. Like a mother. Worrying.”

Remus laughed and nodded.

“Just need some tape,” Sirius said with a tilt of his head. “Tape my sticks.”

“Black, right?” Remus twirled a roll around his finger. “Black for Black?”

“Oui,” Sirius took the tape, letting their fingers brush together for a moment. He flipped it up in the air as he walked away and caught it behind his back. “Merci.”

Remus swore the first thing he was going to do tonight was take Sirius to bed.

Remus followed the boys down the tunnel to practice, letting himself sit on the bench for at least half of the practice before he had to go back and set up for Kasey’s physical therapy session on his thigh. He glanced at the goal. Kasey was looking good today, and Remus wanted to keep it that way.

His eyes followed Sirius around the ice, he couldn’t help it. He was focused, as usual, eyes hard and listening to Coach before springing towards the drills they were doing. He was laughing with Logan and Pascal, seeming to send Logan over to try a trick shot on Leo, which he saved easily. Logan swatted Leo’s butt with his stick in retribution before laughing and skating away for the cross-over drills.

Finally, James came over for some water and leaned on the boards in front of Remus.

“Fruit-Loop,” James said casually.

“Hey, Pots,” Remus glanced up to make sure Sirius was across the ice. He was at the whiteboards with Finn, one glove beneath his armpit and marker cap in his mouth as he pointed. “How’s he doing?”

James sighed and briefly looked over, too. “He seems…pretty good actually. I’m sort of surprised. I mean…” James fiddled with his stick before resting his chin on it thoughtfully. “Between you and me, he doesn’t really talk about this stuff.”

“Really,” Remus nodded along.

“Yeah, but it also really gets him down. Like you can just tell. Like, when we were still rooming on roadies, I always knew when his dad or mom had been texting him. I mean, you know, after we cracked that frosty front of is. But…” James chewed on his lip for a second. “He’d just get this look about him, you know?”

Oh, Remus knew alright.

“I’m glad he’s doing better this time,” Remus said.

“Well, that’s the thing!” James spluttered. Then, voice lowered. “It makes me think he’s…you know. Got someone.”

“Got someone,” Remus repeated slowly.

“Yeah, like a girlfriend.”

“Really.”

“Yeah,” James grinned. “I mean I fucking hope so, he’s just alone in that house all the time. Anyway, you wanna help me get him to bring her to Dumo’s Christmas party and Family Skate?”

Remus looked down to where James had, seemingly subconsciously or out of habit, begun to twist all of the water bottle lids off just enough so that they’d fall off when used, and the drinker would get a face full of Gatorade. He was too distracted to comment. “Me?”

“I don’t really wanna go spreading it around the room if I’m wrong but, well, someone’s gotta help.”

Remus couldn't decide if he wanted to laugh or not. He settled with a noncommittal nod, and that seemed to be enough for James.

They were headed to Canada for the road trip: Montreal, Ottawa, Tornoto, Winnipeg, Edmonton, Calgary, and Vancouver. It was the once-a-year doozy straight that was brutally cold this time of the year.

“But pretty fun,” Logan said in the locker room to Kasey. The boys were sweaty from practice and slowly undressing while they talked.

Kasey sent him a flat look, tying his hair back. “That’s because you’ve only done it a few times.”

“At least we’re in the NHL,” said Leo with a soft smile.

“Yeah, I’m with Peanut,” Logan said.

Leo blushed. “If anyone’s the peanut, it’s you.”

That roused howls from around the room and Pascal wrapped an arm around Leo.

“Look at this. The baby rookie, doing my job for me.”

Kasey whipped Logan in the arm with his towel. “Way to take him down notch, Nut.”

“I wasn’t—No, I wasn’t trying to…”

Logan sent him a smile. “It’s alright, Nut. I know I’m…not tall.”

Kasey cackled. “He can’t even say it.”

Finn leaned over from the other side of Timmy Kane with a somber look on his face. “You’re short, Tremz. It’s okay, we all understand. Everything, will be, okay.”

“Fuck off,” Logan laughed. Then, he glanced at Leo. “At least I don’t have giant squid limbs. Seriously, Knut, how do you control these things?”

“I…don’t?” Leo laughed. “I don’t know.”

“Good for filling up a goal though,” Kasey raised an eyebrow. “If not other things. Bet you make some girl pretty happy, eh?”

Leo was bright red. “What?”

Kasey shrugged. “You know what they say about big sticks…”

“That’s feet,” Finn said.

“That, too.”

Logan mumbled something about hitting the showers, and Leo watched him go.

Remus looked between them all from where he was folding towels with an amused smile. This was part of what he loved most about his job. Just listening. Remembering what it was like to be in a locker room and getting to experience it again.

He spied Sirius over by the fridge, drinking water and looking at his phone, and he decided to take a small risk. He walked over, and pretended to be sorting through the various energy bars stashed on the counter.

“Travel day tomorrow. No games.”

Sirius glanced up, then back at his phone. “Oui.”

Remus crossed his arms and leaned back against the counter, mirroring Sirius’ pose.

“Do you think it’s true?”

Sirius didn’t look up, but Remus could feel his interest. “Do I think what’s true?”

Remus took a breath. “What they say about long sticks.”

Remus had to bite his lip to keep from smiling at the way Sirius’ head snapped towards him. “Oh,” Sirius laughed softly. “Well, I wouldn’t know.”

“Well. Would you want to find out?” Remus looked back at him, mouth barely moving, the words only for him. “Tonight.”

Sirius blinked at him for a moment. Remus watched a flush rise up his neck to his ears, then his cheeks. He laughed, and Remus grinned at his own joke.

“Yes,” Sirius breathed. “Oui, yes.”

Remus nodded, trying to control his heart rate.

“Do you need a ride home?”

“Yeah,” Remus nodded. “Yeah, I really do.”

Sirius all but ran towards the showers, nearly knocking Logan over, now dripping in just a towel.

“Whoa, Cap, where’s the fire?”

“Beneath your ass,” Finn said as he walked by, stark naked, and whipped Logan’s butt with his towel.

The last thing Remus heard was Logan cursing him out in French.

He waited for Sirius in the sub-basement of the parking garage as subtly as he could. He saw a few of the guys; Timmy heading out to dinner, Sergei going home to his family, but they didn’t bat an eye. When Sirius finally appeared from behind the opening elevator doors, Remus couldn’t help but be grateful. He was hornier than he had been in a while, and wanting to get away from prying eyes.

“Salut,” Sirius said. His hair was wet from his shower, and it reminded Remus of the first time he had taken Sirius home.

“Hi,” Remus smiled.

They walked to the car mostly in silence, but once they were inside, Remus said, “Mine or yours?”

“Mine,” Sirius started the engine. “I want to cook you breakfast.”

“You can’t cook.”

“I want to kiss you while you make breakfast in my kitchen.”

Remus laughed. “I need to kiss you. Drive fast.”

Remus was already half hard in anticipation by the time Sirius was punching the code into his gate and pulling into his garage. He glanced down at Sirius’ lap before they got out of the car to see that he wasn’t the only one.

Sirius’ garage entered into the mudroom off of the kitchen. They were silent the walked through, Sirius dropping his bag into a chair and opening the fridge.

“You want anything? Water?”

Remus followed him. He turned him around with a hand on his shoulder and closed the refrigerator door with the other.

Sirius smiled. “Oh, you do want something.”

Remus nodded, thigh fitting snuggly between Sirius’. “Yeah.”

“We’re going upstairs?” Sirius pushed off of the cupboard Remus had pinned him against and started walking them backwards. “Maybe you don’t have to sneak into my bedroom this time.”

“I did not sneak,” Remus let himself be pushed gently against the wall by Sirius’ grand staircase.

“No?” Sirius leaned into kiss his neck.

“I was looking for…” Remus began, but the Sirius was sucking a bruise into the tender skin beneath his jaw and he forgot what he was looking for.

“Come on,” Sirius said.

Being back in Sirius’ bedroom was a completely different experience. For one, he wasn’t a little drunk. Everything was clear as day. The tall windows letting the afternoon light in, the white curtains that there was no way Sirius picked out himself, the pictures on the dresser. The massive bed.

“And when you were being nosy,” Sirius said, and then pushed Remus back onto the bed, only to climb his way on top of him. “Bet you didn’t know how much you’d find.”

Remus laughed, twisting his hands into Sirius’ sweatshirt. “You mean, did I know that I’d find out I had a chance with the boy I’d been fantasizing about since I was sixteen? Yeah, no, don’t think I could have guessed that one.”

Sirius pulled back some, eyes dark and pleased. “Sixteen, eh?”

Remus nodded, running his hands up and under Sirius’ sweatshirt. “Took one look at that face in the newspaper, and then I saw a video of you playing…I was pretty done for after that.” Remus smiled. “And mopey about it for a while.”

Sirius’ head tilted. “Mopey?”

“Sad,” Remus said, then laughed at himself. “Which sounds stupid given the fact that I never met you and, let’s be real, you weren’t the nicest person on camera.”

“I was an asshole, you mean,” Sirius smiled.

“Maybe a little,” Remus pushed his hands up further. “Okay, take your clothes off, please.”

Sirius chuckled and let Remus push his sweatshirt over his head, taking his t-shirt with it. Remus’ hands moved to the button on his jeans. “These, too.”

“I’m the only one?” Sirius rolled off of Remus so he could kick his pants away. “Get busy, Loops.”

Remus undressed quickly, mostly so he could catch Sirius with his underwear still on. He settled between Sirius’ thighs and Sirius made a surprised noise, leaning back against the pillows.

Remus curled his fingers into the band of Sirius’ underwear, kissing just below his navel.

“Do you like blowjobs?”

Sirius let out a breath. “Fuck, um. Well…” he hesitated. “Looking at you down there, I think I might but truthfully I’ve never…”

Remus raised an eyebrow. “Had one.”

Sirius nodded, but the way Remus could see his dick filling through his underwear contradicted his words.

“Can I?” Remus said softly, rubbing a palm over Sirius’ dick. “Can I try?”

Sirius nodded again.

Remus smiled, internally triumphant. “First I want to see something.”

Sirius made a questioning noise, but Remus stayed silent and simply continued his gentle strokes over Sirius’ cock through the thin, light-gray fabric of his boxers.

“Mm,” Sirius said, realizing. “I see.”

Remus glanced up at him. “Yeah?” He squeezed the base of Sirius’ cock, then pressed a little harder at the tip.

Sirius made a punched out noise. “Fuck. You’re going to get what you want if you keep that up.”

Remus could see that Sirius was almost fully hard now, beginning to push at the fabric more, the head pressing up against the elastic band. He worked Sirius steadily for another few seconds, and then he leaned down and pressed his tongue to the head. Finally, the fabric got dark with the first little bit of Sirius’ precome. Remus could hear Sirius’ breath coming faster, and Remus leaned back to watch. He pressed the heel of his palm down, the other hand smoothing over Sirius’ strong thigh.

“Fuck, Sirius,” Remus said. He watched as the the fabric of his boxers darkened around the head of his cock, dripping and becoming shiny. Remus’ own cock was hard, pressed between the bed and his stomach, and it was all he could do not to rut against the sheets. But he wanted to last. He had plans for after this.

“Loops, come on, come on,” Sirius said.

Remus nodded, and pulled the now soaked boxers down Sirius’ thighs and flung them away to the floor. It was even hotter bare, seeing Sirius dripping and ready like that. He was rock hard, dick twitching above his stomach. Remus didn’t give him any warning. He circled his hand around the base and closed his lips around the head.

Sirius’ hips jolted with a little “Ah!” His hand shot out to tangle in Remus’ hair.

“D’accord,” Sirius breathed. His fingers tightened in Remus’ hair as Remus took more of him in his mouth.“Okay, okay.”

Remus took a little more of him, his fist covering the rest. He was hot and salty on his tongue. Remus could faintly smell the clean soap of the rink’s showers and Sirius’ skin. It was heady and warm, and Remus pressed his palms up to hold Sirius’ hips, flattening them against his abs.

Sirius broke into rapid French suddenly, a long string of words that Remus was too focused to understand, and he both tried to pull Remus’ mouth off of him while his hips also bucked up.

“Remus, Remus, no, I’m going to—”

Remus hummed. That sounded okay.

“No, no, I want—with you. Don’t want to come yet.”

Remus opened his eyes, and remembered what they were leading up to. He pulled off carefully and Sirius groaned, head falling back into the pillows. He reached down and gripped himself, as if holding himself back from coming.

“Fuck,” Remus sat up with a soft laugh. He smoothed his hands up and down Sirius’ big thighs. “You’re alright, baby.”

“Do not say that right now, I will lose my mind,” Sirius said, followed by a breathy laugh. He took a few breaths before opening his eyes again. The light gray was nearly swallowed by his pupils and his cheeks were flushed. His cock looked swollen and tight, still on the edge.

“Amazing, Re,” he said, then his expression flickered a little. “I…when did you ever—I mean, I know you aren’t out, so when…”

“College,” Remus said. “Like, maybe three times. It wasn’t…” Remus scrunched his nose. “Great. The guy was nice, I knew him from one of my classes. He just sort of wanted to know what it was like, but so did I, so…worked out well. No strings,” Remus smiled. “Nothing like it is with you. Nothing like it at all.”

Sirius nodded, looking like he was thinking about it. “I’m glad this is better.”

Remus laughed. “Uh oh, here he comes. Competitive Captain Sirius Black.”

Sirius smiled a little. “I just don’t want you to think I’m here only to ‘know what it’s like.’ Oui?”

Remus looked at him for a moment, breath half taken. He felt the words settle somewhere deep inside his chest, and he pressed his hand there for a moment, as if to feel them. He nodded. “Yeah. That—me too. It’s,” he hesitated, then settled on, “it’s more than that.”

Sirius pulled his lip into his mouth and nodded quietly.

The conversation seemed to have cooled them both down enough that they would last more than a few seconds, and Remus was glad. He could see that Sirius’ dick had softened a little, as had his own, and he crawled forward to kiss Sirius hard, sinking into the heat of his hands on his back. He pressed their hips together like the first time.

“Do you still want…” Remus began, and Sirius nodded. “Okay. Alright, do you have stuff? Condom, lube.”

“Drawer, left drawer, yeah,” Sirius said, and Remus stretched out to retrieve them.

“Do you ever finger—”

“Yeah,” Sirius gushed out. “I like it a lot.” Then he flushed, like he had said too much.

That made Remus’ entire neck heat up. “Fuck, alright. Just tell me what feels good, yeah?”

Sirius’ dark hair and dark eyes looked bright on the pillow, and he nodded, then pulled Remus back down for a sloppy kiss.

It didn’t take Remus long to find a rhythm. Sirius was relaxed and pliant beneath him, a tight heat around his fingers. Remus punctuated every stroke with a kiss to his mouth or neck. He took deep, slowing breaths, honestly worried for his stamina with the noises that Sirius kept making. Remus pressed up a little with the pads of his fingers and Sirius jolted.

“Oh fuck me, fuck,” Sirius hissed, fingers tight around Remus’ arm. “Again, allez.”

Remus grinned, breathless and pressing himself against Sirius’ thigh, just to relieve some pressure, and did it again, and again, until Sirius’ cock was drooling across his stomach and his mouth was open and red.

“Jesus, Pads,” Remus breathed. “You think you’re—”

Sirius nodded, eyes opening slowly. “Oui, s’il vous plaît, Remus, je le veux, je le veux, oui…”

“Shh,” Remus said, hands shaky as he picked up the condom. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me…” he shook his head and tore the condom open.

Sirius laughed weakly, chest flushed and cock looking more than a little tender against his stomach. He placed his palm by himself, but didn’t touch, as if he couldn’t, and his cock jumped at the almost-brush.

Remus bit his lip against a noise as he rolled the condom on himself. His balls felt heavy and tight, but he was determined to make this good for Sirius. So good.

“Ready, baby? All good?”

Sirius nodded, letting Remus push his knee back a little. Sirius’ hand covered Remus’ on the tender back of his knee, and Remus pressed a kiss to one of the tendons there.

Remus watched Sirius’ face the entire time. The way his eyes slipped shut. How his brows drew together and his mouth fell open a little.

“Okay?”

“Allez, allez,” Sirius panted, and then Remus felt one of his heels against the back of his thigh.

Remus dropped to his elbows as he bottomed out, forehead pressed into Sirius’ neck. Sirius’ hand went to his hair, thumb rubbing back and forth across the back of his neck. He was mumbling in French again, barely formed words. He reached a large palm down and pressed it against Remus’ ass, pulling him deeper. They both moaned. Remus got his knees beneath himself and pulled out until the tip caught, then pressed back in again in a slow glide.

They were lost. Remus wasn’t even sure he could hear anything except Sirius, feel anything except Sirius, who was holding him so tightly he was sure there would be marks. The thought only made him want to be held tighter, to press into Sirius harder. Everything was centered down to where his body met Sirius’. Sirius’ lips were pressed against his cheek, panting out his name, and Remus swore he could never be more happy than he was right now, with Sirius’ hand in his hair and the other clutching his hip. He rutted into Sirius in long, slow thrusts. He looked between them, his cock a dark pink against Sirius’ tan skin, disappearing and then appearing again. Sirius’ cock was shining and Remus reached down to take it in his hand. There was barely any friction.

“Remus…” Sirius whispered, abs jumping at Remus’ touch. “I’m gonna come,” his voice pitched up at the end. “I’m gonna—”

Remus snapped his hips forward faster, “Yes, baby, yes.”

Sirius groaned low in his throat, going tense, then sucked in a breath. Remus watched the base of his dick pulse as he came between them.

“Re,” Sirius gasped as he came, and tilted Remus’ face to kiss him slowly. His tongue brushed over Remus’ until he was dizzy, until he shoved in one last time and ground his hips there until he spilled into the condom.

The feeling made Sirius whimper, sensitive and longing, and he kissed Remus harder. They kissed for what felt like hours, sweaty and sticking together. Remus dragged his lips from Sirius’, kissing across his cheek and jaw, then moving to the other side. Sirius had his eyes closed, breathing slowing, but hands no less tight around Remus.

“I’m not going anywhere, you know,” Remus said quietly, and then had the horrible thought that—that maybe Sirius didn’t know that. The notion made Remus’ heart clench and he slid out of Sirius gently, sensitive now. Sirius was quiet, eyes watching Remus quietly as he tied off the condom and stretched to throw it out it the waste bin in the corner of Sirius’ room.

He came right back into Sirius’ arms, forearms folded across Sirius’ chest, and studied him.

“Has your English returned?”

Sirius smiled lazily and ran his hands through the hair at Remus’ temples. Instead of answering, he said, “How could I have thought I could go without this?”

Remus rested his chin on his hands, relishing in Sirius’ palms pressing on his shoulders in something that was half massage and half caress.

“You’re telling me,” Remus said.

“You’re beautiful,” Sirius replied, thumb passing over Remus’ bottom lip for a moment.

Remus felt his heart flip. “So are you,” he whispered.

Sirius smiled, but shook his head. “It doesn’t matter what I am. You’re beautiful.”

“It does,” Remus protested and pushed himself up the rest of the way to meet Sirius in a kiss.

Sirius laughed. “Re. I…” He took a breath. “I feel…” he trailed off.

Remus nodded. “Me too.”

Remus was bleary-eyed and tired by the time his cab reached the airport the next week. he was just glad he didn’t have to wear a suit like the players for away games. He was perfectly comfortable in his jeans and sweater. It was Sunday and they were due in Montreal the next day for a game at seven. He and Sirius had agreed it would look to suspicious to arrive together, so Sirius, much to Remus’ protests, had ordered both himself a car service, and Remus. It was better than a cab, at least. The driver had offered him water, for god’s sake.

“Loops!”

Remus smiled and waved at James and the rest of the team and coaching staff waiting at their gate. There were definitely some fans trying to work up the nerve to approach their favorite player, but they were usually left alone. He took an empty seat across from James and asked him how Lily was, aware of Sirius’ eyes on him the entire time.

“Six months along now. Due in the beginning of March. Jesus. Maybe we could be close to the playoffs by then, you know?”

Remus smiled. “A Cup and a baby.”

“Shh!” James, and everyone else in sight did whatever they needed to do to ward off the jinx.

“She still thinks it’s a boy, I was texting her a few days ago,” Remus fiddled with his suitcase handle. “You?”

“Boy, for sure,” James grinned. “Can’t wait to buy him his first pair of skates.”

Remus smiled at the image. “That’ll be adorable. And just think, next year, around this time, you’ll be able to bring him to Christmas family skate.”

“Exactly!” James’ face turned wistful and giddy. Then, after a pointed look at Remus, he turned to Sirius. “You finally bringing anyone this year, Cap?”

Sirius looked up from where he had quickly glanced down at his phone. “The answer is still no.”

Pascal leaned in from the seat beside Remus and threw a small pretzel at James. “Come on, Potty, you know the Captain does not date.”

Sirius laughed, but only shrugged off James’ questioning look.

“Yeah,” James scoffed. “He only has every girl ever throwing themselves at him.”

“Jealous?” Sirius raised an eyebrow.

“No,” James didn’t stick his tongue out, but it was a near thing. “I just…you know. I don’t get it.”

“I’ll date someone when there’s time. Besides,” Sirius shrugged. “I’m kind of hard to live with. I know that.”

Pascal whistled. “Yeah, I know, too.”

Remus didn’t think that was true.

“A girl wouldn’t mind if Captain Sirius Black—”

“But I don’t want to be Captain Sirius Black to her, do I?” Sirius cut James off.

There was a hanging silence for a moment, and then James nodded. “Yeah. No, yeah. Sorry, Pads.”

Sirius punched him in the shoulder—a little hard, maybe. “It’s fine.”

The boys took their usual spots on the plane. Sirius and James sat together, Finn and Kasey, and Leo and Logan. The moved around a little, depending on who was taking part in the card game that ran continuously in the back—Coach always said not to bet real money, but he got in on it sometimes. Remus was sitting alone this time with a good book, near the card-game seats. It made for amusing entertainment for any flight.

“Hey, that’s a bitch-ass move, Lo,” Finn held his cards against his chest and glared at Logan. “Don’t look at my cards.”

“I wasn’t,” Logan held his own cards just as close to himself. “I was trying to see if the drink cart was coming around again.”

“So look down the aisle not down my shirt.”

“I wasn’t, Harz, merde. Je n’ai pas triché.”

Finn sighed. “For the one millionth time, don’t speak French. I do not speak French.”

“He said you’re a sore loser,” Leo said with a sly grin.

“I didn’t!” Logan nudged Leo and said something in French to him, which Leo responded to likewise. “I said I wasn’t cheating.”

Finn glanced between the two of them a few times. “Stop speaking French, I can’t understand you!”

“Relax,” Sergei cut in, pinching his nose. “I hear enough bickering from my three kids. I do not need it from you. Zakroy rot.”

“What?” Logan and Finn said at the same time.

“He say fuck your mothers!” Evgeni chimed from a little ways down the aisle.

“I said shut your mouths,” Sergei shook his head. “My God. Can we please play the game?”

“Have a lot riding on the line, Sergei?” Logan leaned forward and flipped his hat backwards. “Let’s do this, mon cher.”

From his seat, Remus could see where Sirius was sitting—and aisle seat, as always. James was asleep in the window beside him with an eye mask. Remus pulled out his phone and connected to the plane wifi, slouching agains his own window to hide it from view.

Rowdy back here.

He hit send and watched as Sirius took out his own phone. He turned his head just a little, but it was enough so that Remus could see his smile.

I can hear.

Remus bit his lip then, glancing through the gaps in the seats just in case, he typed out, I wonder if anyone would notice if I snuck you into the bathroom and got you off right there.

Remus watched Sirius’ body jolt and he glanced back again, just barely, then glanced at James’ sleeping form.

Yeah? Tell me.

Remus smiled. He had the strange feeling of wanting to cherish that text. It was so very like Sirius. Short, simple. Remus could hear it in his voice.

Suck you again. Only I’d finish the job this time.

The three dots appeared a few times, then disappeared. Then, finally:

This might have been a bad idea.

Remus glanced at Sirius’ row. J awake?

Another few seconds past and then a picture slid in. Remus sucked in a breath. It was subtly taken, easily done with just a downward angle. It was of Sirius’ spread thighs, large and crammed into the seat and clad in his tight, tailored suit pants. And there on the crotch, barely noticeable to anyone who wasn’t looking was the beginning of an outline of Sirius’ dick.

The sight had Remus twitching in his sweatpants.

I see, he typed out.

We’ll break, Sirius’ next text come in. Can’t explain this. Then, Miss you.

Remus sent back a smiley face. Miss you.

Remus let out a breath when he reached the rink the next morning at four AM, Moody clambering out of the car service after him. Dinner alone in his room, knowing that Sirius had to go out to dinner with the boys, had been hard. There were moments where he felt like one of them, and moments that forced him to remember that he wasn’t. Team dinners didn’t include him, not officially anyway, and that was fine. The hotel steak hadn’t been all that bad, and he knew he had to be up early anyway.

Sirius had texted him a gentle good night that he had received when he woke up. Remus had replied with a string of smiley faces and an order to text him when he woke up. It would be at least another three hours, and he had work to do. There were sticks to unload and an entire locker room to set up. The Lions staff liked everything to feel as close to home as possible.

Remus was charged with setting up the stalls and, upon coming to Sirius’, he held the jersey in his hands for a few moments, smiling slightly. He hung it carefully on its hanger, number facing out. And then placed his sweat-stained, lucky hat beside his helmet and gloves. He put the skates on the hooks, making sure they were untied so that Sirius could lace-up the left one, first, as usual. Remus liked following all of the special instructions for individual players. Some of the team members complained about it sometimes, but Remus thought it showed how much the boys wanted to win. So much so that they were willing to drive themselves crazy with little rituals and needs. Right now, Leo was the only one with almost no superstitions, but Remus knew that would change the longer he was on the team. Sometimes Remus even found himself consciously putting on his own left shoe first.

It was obvious when the boys arrived. The distant voices of Logan and Finn bickering loudly came in from the hallway, and in another minute the Canadiens visitor’s locker room doors were being pushed open and most of the team was filtering in. They were in various disarray of their away-game suits. Many ties had already been pulled off in the hallway and jackets had been thrown over arms as they got past the cameras. Remus could see Marlene and Frank doubling as the team’s social media crew, snapping pictures of Sirius and James walking together that would no doubt later be captioned with some version of best friends.

“Listen up,” Logan clapped his hands a few times. “Okay, my parents are coming tonight. So, best behavior, d’accord?” Logan glared around at them all. “So, win? Let’s win, oui?”

“What do you mean your parents are coming?” Sirius said, wrapping an arm around Logan’s shoulders. “Dumo is always here.”

Logan elbowed him in the ribs. “Best behavior.”

“Meaning,” Pascal cleared his throat and put on a high voice. “Bonsoir Madame Tremblay, your son is the best player on this team.”

Sirius laughed. “I don’t know how we survive without him, ma cher.”

“Fuck all of you,” Logan grumbled.

Sirius let him go in favor of walking over to his own stall. His eyes found Remus’ and he stopped in front of him—just a little closer than usual.

“Cap,” Remus said. “What can I do for you?”

“Got something bothering me a little bit,” Sirius said. “I thought you could take a look real quick?”

Remus raised an eyebrow. It sounded good. It also sounded risky. “You sure? I don’t want to throw off your routine.”

Sirius smiled and nodded. “I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t…need it.”

Something hot began to stir in Remus’ chest. He licked his lips and nodded. “Alright, we’ll go to the PT room.”

Sirius trailed Remus out of the room. There were a few reporters lingering in the hall who tried to ask Sirius questions. Sirius politely refused, saying he was preparing for the game right now, and Remus was glad to shut the heavy, wooden door against them.

He was glad to be pushed up against it.

“This,” Remus began to say, only to be cut off by a slow, toe-curling kiss from Sirius. Remus wound his fingers in Sirius’ hair and kissed back for a moment before pulling back. “This is not what I’d call being careful.”

Sirius moved to kiss along Remus’ jaw. “I got off to thinking about you last night.”

That—that hit Remus a little harder.

“Sirius,” Remus breathed. He held him a little tighter, eyes falling closed as Sirius kissed his neck.

“Missed you. I wished you were there when I was out with the guys. Then, I came back to my room all alone. I knew you were asleep, but I came this close to knocking on your door. I could hear some of the guys talking in the hallway, though.” Sirius took Remus’ hand and pressed it to his cock. Remus was startled to find that it was half-hard. “I’ve been like this since the plane.”

Remus felt himself filling in his pants. “You want my mouth that bad, huh?”

Sirius shuttered a little as Remus pressed his palm flat against him. He nodded.

“Fuck, Pads,” Remus breathed. “What if…”

“I know we shouldn’t.”

Remus laughed. “Can’t exactly hide that thing if you’re about to take your clothes off.” The thought actually made Remus a little hot, thinking about Sirius having to strip into his gear with a half-hard cock for anyone to see. He’d probably get chirped out of his mind. “Fuck, just—come here. Five minutes.”

He pushed Sirius back against the door, and turned the lock as he sunk to his knees. He looked up at Sirius with a grin. “You better come quick for me, baby.”

Sirius cursed, running a hand through his hair as Remus smoothed a hand over the dark material of his suit-pants, tight against Sirius cock.

“I love your game day suit, you know that?”

“Yeah?” Sirius said.

Remus nodded, unbuckling Sirius’ belt and glancing up at him. “Like you better in your sweatshirts and hat though.”

Sirius laughed, but was quickly cut off as Remus pulled down the zipper of his pants and leaned forward to nose against the hard line of his dick. “Fuck, Loops.”

Remus slipped Sirius out of the gap in his boxers and Sirius sighed in relief. His hand fell to cup the back of Remus’ head as Remus sucked Sirius down as far as he could. There was still enough of the base for him to wrap his fist around.

Sirius immediately switched into French, palm a gentle pressure. Remus heard his head thunk back against the wall.

“Mon dieu,” Sirius breathed.

Remus pulled off just enough, lips still brushing the leaking head, and looked up at Sirius. “Shh.”

Sirius laughed and pressed a hand over his mouth. Remus smiled and licked a few times over the head, tasting the salty warmth there.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” Sirius said into his palm, eyes focused on Remus.

Remus glanced at the clock behind them. Two minutes down. He looked once more up at Sirius, then took him down again.

“Are you hard?” Sirius whispered, hands moving back to cradle Remus’ head.

Remus hummed in acknowledgement and felt Sirius’ cock pulse in his mouth.

“Let me see,” Sirius’ thumb brushed gently over Remus’ temple. “Let me see.”

Remus kept a dragging pace as he reached down and pushed his pants down, letting his cock bob free, heavy between his thighs.

Sirius made a low noise and his fingers tightened in Remus hair. Remus spend up his pace, squeezing Sirius around the base and tonguing at the vein on the underside of his shaft. He sucked hard at the crown before pushing back down again, feeling his own cock getting harder by the minute until he had to reach down and stroke himself. He moaned when he did, hips jerking.

“Remus, Remus, I’m gonna—”

Remus moaned again, sucking hard. Only a few seconds later, he felt pulse after pulse of hot come against his tongue. Sirius’ hips stuttered forward a few times, pushing into the tight heat, and then he stilled as Remus let him slide out of his mouth slowly. He was softening and breathing hard. Remus ran his fingertips over him, pulling a soft ah from Sirius as some last come dripped. He felt high on everything—Sirius’ smell, the feeling of his fingers in his hair. He closed his eyes and rested his head against Sirius’ hip, one hand simply resting around himself.

“Let me,” Sirius said, and fell to his knees, too. He took Remus in his palm, huge and a little rough. Sirius reached his other hand down to massage Remus’ balls. Remus’ mouth dropped open and he gripped Sirius’ shoulder. Sirius brought his palm to rub against the head and Remus came almost instantly, only just managing to cup a hand out to catch it.

“Merci,” Sirius said with a gentle kiss to Remus’ temple as he leaned against Sirius’ shoulder. “So hot, Remus.”

Remus just smiled and kissed him, catching his breath. Sirius gently tucked him back into his boxers for him and Remus watched, a little dazed. It was…sweet.

“Come on, we need to get cleaned up.” Remus reached forward to do the same for him, only Sirius twitched a little at Remus’ touch and Remus raised an eyebrow at him.

Sirius shrugged. “I can’t help how much I want you.”

Remus had to focus real hard not to let that derail them again.

They talked about the game as they cleaned up. That might have been Remus’ favorite part. It wasn’t all sex. It was good sex—incredible sex—but then there was this part. Talking to Sirius like they were just friends, arguing over whether Carey Price could take Kasey in a fight or not.

“Why is it your dream to see a goalie fight?” Remus laughed as he threw out his wet paper towel.

“Can you imagine, in their huge gear. It would be hilarious,” Sirius grinned and gathered Remus close to him. “Okay, one more kiss before we go. For good luck."

Remus pressed up on his toes and kissed Sirius slowly, as if they had all the time in the world. “What happens if you win? Do I become a part of your routine?” He brushed a last kiss over Sirius’ lips. “Does this?”

Sirius smiled. “I hope so.”

Remus did, too.

The stadium was a confusing mass of two slightly different colors of red. The boys were in their black away game jerseys, the red numbers and lettering looking daunting and sleek on the ice. Remus couldn’t get enough of Sirius in his away jersey. The way the black material and his dark hair framed his skin and made his eyes look icy. Remus was glad he didn’t have to stand across the face-off circle from him.

Leo was in goal, busy marking his crease up with his skate blades while Logan lobbed a few pucks over the glass to some Lions fans. Coach was leaning over the bench to talk to James with a white board diagram in his hand. Remus breathed in the smell of the ice. It was a normal, thrilling game.

And he had just sucked Sirius Black off in the Habs’ PT room.

A normal game.

Sirius, to his credit, looked bright and ready. He was handling pucks at top speed, warming up his hands. Remus had a good feeling.

The boys came back to the bench for the National Anthem, and Sirius ended up right in front of him, behind Finn and Logan. Logan had his head down against his stick, hair falling into his face and his fist clenched around his fleur-de-lis necklace—for luck. Finn had his hand on Logan’s shoulder, the other holding his helmet, head down. Remus had asked them about that once. It had started when they were at Harvard together and just stuck once they both got drafted to the Lions one year apart. They had said they didn’t know why they had started doing it—either that, or they wouldn’t tell him. Remus wondered what they would do if they ever got traded apart. Remus winced at the thought. That was a reality that he didn’t like to think about.

Sirius was behind them, head tilted away from the cameras on the ice and eyes closed. He knew some of the boys were religious, but he didn’t actually know if Sirius was. He didn’t wear a religious necklace like some of the guys did, a cross or a star of David. He didn’t actually wear anything. Remus wondered if he would want to.

Remus didn’t look for too long, just in case a camera caught it, but bowed his head, too, excited for the game and mind still light with Sirius’ touch.

The game was dirty. The first period was pretty uneventful, no goals and one high-stick called on the Habs, but after the first intermission, it was like something snapped. Shea Weber scored on Leo, but made the mistake of giving his skate a little tap with his stick. He said something between his teeth and Leo gave him a little shove back. Logan was on Shea in a second—less than that. Logan threw his stick down, and jumped on Weber from behind—a slightly comical feat given Weber’s good seven inches on him. But Remus liked watching people underestimate Logan in flights because of his height. Weber turned, and Logan threw his first punch, gloves dropping to the ice. It was a nasty right hook. Sirius stood from the bench, tapping his stick against the boards.

“Yeah, Tremz!”

Remus watched as Max Domi tried to get in on the fight from behind, but then Finn was there. He grabbed a fistful of the back of his jersey and yanked him back, getting an elbow in the jaw for it.

The refs were there then, hoping to pull everyone apart before it escalated further. They blew the whistle, and Sirius was already shouting from the bench.

“It’s on them! They antagonized.”

Ref number four gave Sirius an unimpressed look. “Not in the mood tonight, number twelve.”

The four fighters skated off to their respective penalty boxes to the roars of the crowd, excited by finally seeing some action. Logan and Finn sat shoulder to shoulder on the penalty bench, still yelling at the other two. Leo skated a few circles around his goal, as if collecting himself again. He looked tall and looming in his gear, his bright blue eyes piercing out from his Lion’s-mouth mask.

Pascal climbed back over the boards with a laugh, scooting in beside Sirius. “Well, there goes my line to the box, eh?”

“That’s what you get for taking Harzy from me,” Sirius laughed, but then he nudged Brady, sitting beside him. “Glad to have you though, Smitty.”

Coach reached forward and patted his shoulder. “Maybe give the cubs some of your wiser years, eh, Dumo?”

Pascal picked up a water bottle, raising it like a toast. “I try, I try.”

The fight seemed to get both teams fired up. There was a flurry of goals from both sides and they were tied 2-2 until half-way through the third period. Remus could tell Sirius was frustrated by the hunch of his shoulders and how far he was leaning towards the boards, like he was desperate to fix everything himself.

Coach tapped Sirius’ shoulder. “Number 12, your line!”

Remus held his breath as Sirius jumped the boards. His feet hit the ice in a hard glide, a fast smear of black on the gleaming rink. James was right behind him, arcing out to the left and shoving his guard away. Sirius only had eyes for the puck. He pinned Gallagher against a corner hard, drawing shouts from the crowd, and stole the puck from right between his legs, pushing hard to skate backwards and away. he passed it to James once to get around a defenseman, and then James snapped it back. He turned and began racing from the Lions zone to the Habs’, straight down middle ice.

Remus loved, loved when he did this. He had never seen anyone who could take a puck this far, this consistently, as Sirius could.

Remus tried to figure out how. Maybe it was his eyes. He looked one direction for long enough that his opponent turned that way, and the Sirius turned the other. Sirius was in the center zone now, dancing around Domi for a minute before James hit him, clearing the path for Sirius. Sirius pushed harder, weight on the front of his blades for a moment to dig into the ice, to go faster. He spun around a red uniform, a perfect 360, and lifted his blade with the puck on it in a hard, gorgeous back-hand.

It flew into the net soundlessly, past Price’s blocker, and the goal horn blared. Sirius had broken the tie with three minutes left in the third.

The bench exploded.

“Baby,” Remus breathed, but it was lost in the sound.

The bus was a mess of celebration and laughter as they boarded it that night, ready for Ottawa. It was a short drive, a little under two hours, and the boys would probably use the time to wind-down together before crashing. Most of them were turned in their seats to talk. Sirius was laughing. He had received the Lion-hat token. Remus was so proud of him he could barely breathe. They weren’t even too far into the season and he had already come so far from the beginning.

“Mes amies,” Pascal knelt on his seat with his phone raised. “My wife would like to remind you all that this year’s Christmas party is at our house, and she also says,” he looked down at his phone, holding it away from him a little and squinting.

“You need reading glasses, Dumo,” James laughed. “Please admit it.”

“Non, non,” Pascal clicked his tongue. “She says if you do not come, she will kill you.”

“I wouldn’t mind being murdered if it’s Celeste Dumais who does it,” Timmy said from his seat.

Pascal raised an eyebrow and looked at Olli, who was sitting beside him. “Halla, you better hit him for me.”

Olli smiled shyly and gave Timmy the softest of taps.

Timmy flipped Pascal off. “You’re never going to get my d-partner to hit me!”

“How’d mommy like your fight, Tremz?” Sirius called from the seat in front of Remus and Moody. Remus had been quietly watching the sliver of his profile that he could see through the seat, only feeling a little creepy about it.

Logan leaned over his own seat and pointed with narrow eyes. “She is very proud, thanks for asking.” He had a bruise on his cheek that looked like it would hurt in the morning.

Finn joined him from the row in front where he was sitting with Kasey. He had a similar bruise on his jaw, greenish and dark against his paler skin. “She ripped him a new one. I was there.”

The banter went on until some of the boys put their headphones on after an hour. Moody was snoring gently next to him and Remus put his earbuds in, too.

His phone lit up after a few minutes with a text.

So we won.

Remus almost laughed out loud. He glanced up between the seats to see Sirius’ face illuminated by his phone. He was smirking, just a little.

You won’t see me complaining.

Remus watched Sirius grin. He turned his head and looked through the seat back at him, eyes silver in the now dark bus.

Room #?

Remus bit his lip. 261.

Want to watch a movie together?

Remus’ heart swelled. Yeah :)

Sirius’ only reply was a little pink heart emoji, followed by the hockey stick one.

Remus clicked his phone off and took a breath. He didn’t think they could get to the hotel fast enough.

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Between the Speed Force and Me - 1/? | westallen fanfiction

A/N: Don’t kill me. Yes, it’s another new one, BUT! It will prob only be 3ish chapters. Inspired by the 7x07 promo, breakfast sneak peek, and a few other snippets from the ep (since I haven’t seen the whole thing yet). This first chap is just a slightly altered + comedic Barry’s thoughts version of the sneak peek. But I’m starting chapter 2 as soon as I post this, so hopefully that’ll be up later today and be much longer.

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Synopsis: 7x07 - Canon Divergent - Barry is irked by the Speed Force’s presence in his home, and it has everything to do with Iris.

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Chapter 1 -

Barry leaned back in his seat, hands folded over each other, and tried his best to deny how good the breakfast had been. Made by the Speed Force. With Iris sitting across from him and the Speed Force at the head of the table – ironically – it was difficult to turn his discomfort over a fantastic meal into something they would accept.

“So, Chester has all the satellites scanning for the new forces,” he said, remembering distantly the call that had come to him at 5am while he was restlessly attempting to sleep next to his wife’s gorgeous body without really being able to explore it.

“There’s the Sage Force, Strength Force, and now the Still Force,” Iris said, a heavy sigh hidden behind her words.

“Yeah,” Barry continued. “So far no hits on any of their isotopic signatures.”

“Well, it’s still good that you’re here with us,” Iris said, turning to Speed Force – or as she continued to refer to her, Nora. The last time the forces attacked you, you almost died.”

“I don’t want to burden anyone,” Speed Force said with an ease that made Barry’s spirits rise.

“No, you’re not,” Iris said, returning the burden to Barry’s heavy, un-caressed shoulders. “You know, in a weird way, it’s like you’ve been a part of this family all along.”

Barry shifted suddenly at that remark, making the unfortunate mistake of moving his silverware with him, drawing the attention of both…women at the table.

“Are you okay?” Iris asked.

Think fast, Allen.

“Yeah,” he said, somewhat awkwardly. “I just…um…a little worried about the fact that my powers are glitching again.” He made eye contact, hoping that would throw her back to last night and the particular glitch that had happened. His wife, however, made no such attempt to recall anything at the breakfast table.

“Especially since I just got them back.”

“Okay, well, you can call Caitlin and have her run some more tests. How do you feel now?”

He shook his head. She really wasn’t going to go there.

“I feel fine. I just…I don’t know what happened.”

“Actually, I think I’m the reason,” Speed Force said.

Barry turned to her, trying his best not to glare.

Yes. Yes, you are.

“Since I’m here now, I’m increasing your abilities as best I can. It may take some getting used to, but you’ll need it if the other forces come back.”

Great.

Bzz. Bzz.

Barry picked up his phone vibrating on the table.

“Uh…that’s work. I gotta go.”

Speed Force rose out of her seat.

“I should come with you.”

“Oh.”

“I’m like your battery now. If Fuerza and Psych are back…”

“Yeah, no, I don’t- Having you at a crime scene might not be a great idea.” He winced, trying to get the point across.

“You’ve already been hurt once,” she reminded him, and he did his best not to sigh. “I can help boost your speed!”

“No, I know, I know. It just, it might just be like a traffic accident or something, so um…just let me find out.”

“Of course. But don’t worry, if you need me, I’ll sense it, and I’ll be there in a heartbeat.”

“Great.”

Did he say that out loud? With that tone?

“Okay,” she said, smiling brilliantly.

“So, I’m gonna go.”

“Upstairs first,” Iris cut in.

He turned and looked at her.

“You’re still in your pjs.”

He looked down and realized she was right.

“Right. Thanks.”

He moved to kiss her from across the table, but there was a caution in her eyes, so he halted and flashed upstairs, eager to find what he needed quickly and get the heck out of dodge.

With any luck, Speed Force would not be sensing anything regarding him today and could spend the day with Iris again, since they’d gotten awfully chummy in his absence anyway.

Bitter about that for only one reason in particular, he realized he was flashing through his clothes too fast to put together what he was wearing and if it looked good.

If only Iris were he-

“Knock, knock.”

He spun around to find his wife looking at him with half-amusement, half concern-slash-annoyance.

“Can I come in?”

...

*will be posted on AO3 and FFnet when beta’d.

#westallen #fanfiction #westallen fanfiction #backtothestart02 fanfiction #between the speed force and me #chapter 1

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fruityutas · 4 years ago

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smokey rooms

stoner!hendery x reader

lowercase intended

not proofread

!this is a work of fiction and does not portray the characters in real life!

genre: angst, smut, fluff

wc: 3.6k

summary: hendery and his friends were bad news, but you never actively avoided them. he comes up to you one day and since then you were inseparable. too bad he caught you up in his spiraling lifestyle, and in the end, caused you both to get lost in it.

warning: this relationship starts fine, but progresses into a toxic one that should never be tolerated. there is drug use and illegal actions in this writing that is not being encouraged. also unprotected sex (WRAP IT BEFORE TAPPING IT BABES), the reader isn’t forced into sex, but is pressured into it, which is WRONG do not let people do that to you. cursing

this is my first attempt at something a little more suggestive than normal so hopefully, it isn’t that garbage but it probs is so bear with it.

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the bell awoke you from your uncomfortable slumber. you let everyone go before you as you packed your things. a body brushed past you roughly, knocking your binder off the desk. “what the fuck was that for?” you look up and meet eyes with hendery. he looks down at you and smiles.

“oh, im sorry. i should really watch where im going, huh?” you were confused, why was hendery being so… nice? he picks up your binder and hands it to you. “your name is y/n, right?” you hum in response. he picks up your backpack and starts walking out.

“uhh, what are you doing?” he turns and glances at you.

“oh, i forgot to ask. wanna join me and my friends for lunch? we don't sit in the lunchroom though.” you thought for a second before nodding and following him.

“hendery, why are you inviting me?” he lazily looks at you, his eyes clearly red. “are you high?” he laughs and nods.

“yeah. you don't care about my friends and i smoking right?” you sigh but respond with a no.

“i wish you wouldn’t do that at school. you could get in trouble.” his face remains in a permanent smile as he throws his arm over your shoulder.

“yeah but they don’t care as long as i make good grades.” you shake your head while slipping out of his hold.

“you never answered my question” his face gets red and he starts to fidget.

“i just think you’re cute and i wanted to ask you out, but like after we get to know each other, ya know?” you stand there speechless as your face heats up.

“o-oh. really?” he nods his head and scratches his neck.

“uh, yeah i’ve liked you for a while actually.” you blush again and walk closer to him. he leads you out a back door and around to a secluded area where six other boys are. there were clouds of smoke being exhaled every few moments. as you and hendery walked up, they all turned to look at you.

“hey man, what’s with her? she ain’t gonna snitch is she?” hendery walks forward and does what you assume is a handshake before denying that you’d sell them out.

“you can ask her, right y/n? you wouldn’t tell no one?” you shook your head before walking closer to where they were standing. hendery grabs your hand before introducing his friends. “these are my friends. yukhei, kun, sicheng, xiaojun, ten, and yangyang.” you recognized kun, ten, and sicheng as seniors. you knew xiaojun, yukhei, and hendery were juniors, while you and yangyang were sophomores.

“so what made you wanna hang out with hendery?” kun asks you. his eyes were intimidating and it felt as if they pierced your soul.

“oh, he actually asked me to join you guys today. i can leave though if you don’t want me to be here.” you started to grab your bag from hendery but he stopped you.

“no, it’s fine y/n. they’re just a bunch of hardasses when it comes to new people.” kun rolls his eyes at hendery’s statement but smiles at you.

“you want some?” kun holds out a blunt for you. you look at it and think about all the things that would happen if you did take it. hendery’s voice floated over to your ears,

“you don’t have to if you don’t want. we won’t force you.” you look over at him and meet his honey eyes. even with the discoloration from his high, they were still beautiful. you look back at the blunt kun was holding out before taking it slowly.

“um, how do you… smoke this?” yangyang and yukhei start to snigger while ten just straight up laughs at you. hendery scolds them, saying you obviously wouldn’t know how if you’ve never smoked before. kun rolls his eyes again before explaining it to you.

“i’ll light it for you and just suck in but not too hard, or you’ll end up coughing a lung out. like a cigarette, ya know?” you nod before taking it in your mouth and letting him light it. you inhale and the smoke floods your lungs, setting them ablaze. it felt like a hot itch and it made you cough immediately. kun took the blunt back while patting your back. “do you guys have water?” ten pulls a bottle of water out of his bag and hands it to you. you thank him the best you can before taking a large gulp. when your coughing fit finally resides, hendery is by your side offering you some food. you decline before turning to kun.

“let me try again if it’s ok.” the whole group looks surprised. your face turns red at their eyes being on you. kun hands you the blunt again and lights it again for you. this time, you inhale at a slower rate. the burn is less intense and you cough a lot less. you give what’s left of the blunt to kun and move closer to hendery. “that takes some getting used to.” he giggles like a little kid on a playground. as you converse with the group of boys, he plays with your hands. the effects of the weed were starting to take over, and having never felt it before, you freaked out a bit. the boys looked worried at this and hendery tried to calm you down.

“hey, y/n it’s ok. you’re fine nothing is wrong. hey, look at me, ok?” he turned your head to look at him and he gripped the sides of your face. he looked into your eyes and this calmed you. your breathing slowly returned to normal and you relaxed in his grip. “you better now?” you nodded. “probably not a good idea to smoke for the first time at school. do you want water?”

“yes please.” he hands you a bottle and you drink it carefully. the conversation goes back to normal after everyone makes sure you're ok. soon, the bell rings and you have to leave to go to class. hendery says goodbye to the group and walks you to your class. “are you not staying?”

“no, me and the boys are leaving today to go to ten’s house.” you chew your lip nervously before biting the bullet.

“can i… come with? if that’s ok?” he looks surprised for a second before smiling at you.

“lemme text them real quick but i'm sure they won’t mind.” he pulls out his phone and sends a text, the reply coming back only a few seconds after. “they said they’d like that. i’m glad they took a liking to you, i hope you stick around.” you smile to your self as the both of you walk out the school and towards the parking lot. some of the boys are already there when you get there, and they say hello to you. ten tells you to sit next to him upfront, much to the protest of yangyang, whom he shushes saying that you’re always aloud in the front if you ride along. you giggle and stick your tongue out while he climbs in the back with hendery and kun.

“so y/n, why the sudden rebellion? could it be because of our dear hendery?” you blush at ten’s remark and look at hendery through the mirror, who is also blushing.

“i mean, yeah i guess.” your voice comes out in an embarrassed mumble. ten and kun snicker and yangyang rolls his eyes, grumbling about how hendery is already whipped. the ride is filled with the chatter of the boys, and you stay quiet and listen to their conversations. when you pull into ten’s driveway, hendery jumps out of the car to open your door for you. “thank you. so like, are ten’s parents not home?”

“nah, they left this weekend so we have his house to ourselves.” you hum in response and lean into his as you walk up the sidewalk. ten lets everyone in and starts heading towards a basement. the basement is finished with couches and a gaming system set up, likely by his parents so he could have friends over. hendery sat beside you on the couch. you leaned on his shoulder while the rest of them started the smoke session. ten turns on the tv and asks if you want to play mario kart, to which you agree. he starts it up and gives you a controller. you both play for a while when hendery asks you to come with him. the boys pay you guys no mind as you leave the basement and go upstairs. hendery takes you to what looks like a spare bedroom and sits on the bed. you awkwardly stand in the doorway. “sit down, i wanna show you something.” you sit next to him on the bed. his fingers gently brush your chin and turn your head towards him. he flicks his eyes from your lips to your eyes before locking his lips with yours. the kiss startles you but he keeps on. you eventually melt into it, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him closer. the kiss starts getting heated, and he starts to slip your shirt off you. you both took turns taking an article of clothing off until you're just in underwear. his slender fingers slip your panties off and he steps out of his boxers.

“wait, do we have a condom?”

“uhh, no” you bite your lip in hesitation. “I can pull out, don’t worry about it.” you still hesitate, but give him a nod. hendery comes up to kiss at your neck as he slides in. you wince at the sting, but the pleasure takes over soon after. he sets his pace fast and hard. the bed shakes with every thrust and your moans fill his ears. you feel hendery deep inside you, his tip hits your cervix every thrust. “ah, hendery please more” your whines are like honey to him. hendery speeds up and you writhe in pleasure. the force of him pounding into you is enough to make you see white. your orgasm washes over you as hendery grunts at you clenching around him. He slides in and out of you a few more times before he reaches his high. he stills inside you to catch his breath. the only sounds in the room are both of your heavy breathing. he slides out of you and you wince at the loss of being filled. “hendery, you said you’d pull out.”

“shit, my bad. do you need me to take you to get an after pill?” you get up and gather your clothes, putting them on.

“yes, i can’t take the chance.” he gets dressed before leaving the room with you and letting the boys know that you're both going to the store.

“you guys want anything?” the boy all scream different answers, all varying snacks. hendery rolls his eyes before grumbling about spending his money. he takes you to ten’s car and you head to the nearest store. the drive there was quiet and left you wondering if hendery actually liked you or wanted to have sex with you. you went in and grabbed what you needed while he looked for the boys’ snacks. he paid for it and you guys got back in the car. “i actually really like you, y/n. i hope you don’t think i only wanted to fuck you.” he glances at you. you nod and smile at him. the rest of the ride is silent. when you walk in the house, you can hear the rest of the boys in the basement. hendery tosses the bag of snacks to them and joins you on a separate couch. you fall asleep on his shoulder with the boys’ yelling in the background.

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you continued to hang out with the boys since that day. you and hendery started dating. almost everyday after school you would go over to one of their houses to smoke and hang out. your parents noticed that you weren’t coming home until late in the night and asked you about it. “i hang out with hendery and our friends.” your parents exchange a look.

“who is hendery? and who are your friends?” you roll your eyes.

“hendery is my boyfriend. and our friends are kun, sicheng, yukhei, xiaojun, ten, and yangyang.”

“so your hanging out with a bunch of boys?”

“i mean, yea but their girlfriends come too.” your parents give another look before sighing and letting it go. they tell you to just watch the time from now on. you agree and head to hendery’s house. it was going to be just the two of you tonight. on the way to his house, your mind is distracted by thoughts of him. he was so sweet to you but sometimes, his smoking habit got in the way your relationship. he had blown off a couple of dates in favor of staying with the boys to smoke. you never said anything, because you smoked just as much as they did now, but it left you feeling as if you weren’t enough. his driveway comes into your view, and you pull up. you get out and walk up to the door and knock. he opens it and greets you with a soft kiss. you set your shoes by the door and sit on the couch.

“are we watching a movie?” he smiles and nods.

“do you have one in mind baby?” you take the remote from him and choose a movie. you both get comfortable on the couch. you’re immersed in the movie, but hendery apparently has other plans. his hands rub your legs getting higher everytime. you only take small notice until his fingers start toying with your waistband. “Hendery, are you really horny right now? this movie is about murder.” you laugh at his eagerness. he pouts but continues is actions. you reposition yourself so he can better access inbetween your legs. his fingers make their way into your underwear. the pads of his fingers are rough, and they feel like heaven on your clit. you sigh in delight at the feeling. you grind your hips back into him, feeling his boner. he slips two fingers into you and you moan out at the feeling. you move to the rhythm of his fingers and you feel your climax approaching. he pulls his hand away and lifts your shirt over your head. you slide your pants off and he gets rid of his clothes. you go to lay on your back but he stops you.

“no, i wanna try the position we were laying in.” he sits down lengthways and you get on his lap facing away. hendery gives you no warning before shoving himself in you. you grip the back of the couch to steady yourself.

“fuck, hendery” your voice barely comes out. he keeps going deeper inside you before he bottoms out. he lets out a groan when you clench around him. he waits for you to move. you nod at him and he slides out halfway before pushing back into you. you squirm and beg for him to go faster. he scoffs, “be careful what you ask for, babygirl.” he pulls all the way out before thrusting back into you with force. he reaches around and rubs circles into your clit while pounding into you. your soft mewls fill the air in the room. your orgasm was creeping up on you, the built tension from earlier as a jumpstart. hendery somehow speeds up both his thrusts and hand. your orgasm washes over you like a wave. soft “fucks” and murmers of hendery spill from your mouth. he keeps thrusting into you, the overstimulation making you clench hard. His release follows shortly after, his seed spilling in you. you fall limp against him to catch your breath. he wriggles out from under you and heads upstairs. you call after him but he doesn’t answer. you sigh and put your clothes back on before going to find him. he was in the shower when you got upstairs. you knock on his bathroom door. he grunts in response.

“did i do something wrong? i don’t understand why you’re acting like this.” you walk into the bathroom and slip out of your clothes before joining him in the shower. he ignores your presence. “hendery, please tell me if i did something-” “can you shut up?” he startles you, his voice loud.

“what is the attitude about?” he scoffs before getting out and leaving you under the water.

“you always have to be up my ass, that’s what. i rarely spend time with the boys anymore, you always have to tag along.” now it’s your turn to scoff at him.

“oh, so you’re just going to forget the two dates you blew off to go smoke with them? what about then, hendery?”

“that isn’t even that deep. quit being a baby, y/n.” tears brim your eyes and you mumble for him to get out, to which he does. when you’re done, you stay in the bathroom for a while to calm down. fights like that had become more and more frequent between the two of you. just last week, he yelled at you infront of the others about something you couldn’t even control. someone had been flirting with you and you didn’t realize before hendery had. it really hurt your feelings and he never apoligized for it. when you step out of the bathroom, hendery is sitting on the bed smoking. you walk over to the bed and sit beside him.

“i’m sorry for calling you a baby.” he passes you the blunt and you take it between your lips. you take a couple hits before speaking to him.

“i think you need to lay off on the smoking, hendery. it makes you an asshole, but i still accept your apology. i’m sorry for all the times i’ve yelled at you.” he sighs.

“y/n, im not gonna stop smoking just because you think it makes me an asshole.” you shoot him an incredulous look.

“are you serious? because i think? no hendery, i know it makes you an asshole. you can ask anyone from our group and they’ll agree.” he rolls his eyes and finishes off the blunt before muttering about how you should get home. you scoff and storm out of his house.

the next morning, you wake up to 6 missed calls from kun and multiple texts and calls from hendery. you decide to call kun first. he picks up within the first ring.

“y/n, can you please tell hendery that your not mad at him?”

“i am, though.”

“why? can you guys at least make up or something, he won’t stop calling me.” you sigh and tell him you’ll call but no promises. you press hendery’s contact and wait for him to pick up.

“y/n, i’m sorry. i know you’re mad at me but i want to apoligize. i know i can be an asshole but i’m sorry.” you take a moment to process his quick speaking.

“hendery, no matter how much of an asshole you are, i’m still your girlfriend and i love you, so i forgive you.”

“thank god, i’ll try to be better. do you want to come over?” hendery’s lack of ‘i love you too’ took you off guard. maybe he didn't hear you.

“yea, that would be nice. are the boys going to be there?”

“yeah, they were whining about how they missed you.” you giggle and tell him you’ll be over there soon before hanging up. you get dressed before heading to hendery’s house. when you get there, you don’t even knock on the door. you know the boys are downstairs already, so you head down there. ten and kun were smoking in a corner, yangyang, hendery, and xiaojun were playing video games, and sicheng was playing on his phone. you decided to sit beside him.

“hey, y/n. we missed you.” sicheng gives you a side hug, squeezing you until you had to punch his arm. he snickered as he let go of you. “you guys made up i’m assuming?”

“yea, like we always do.” you sigh at the fact that you and hendery fight so much it’s normal. he was almost always high when they would happen. your mental strength was drained from always dealing with it. so you took to smoking even more than usual to numb the pain. at first it was fine, but now you relied on it. you couldn’t sleep, or even get hungry without being high. your grades were shitty now, too. trying to hide that from your parents backfired. at first they were mad at you, but somehow it turned into a fight between them, and that caused you to get stressed even more. all the things were building up and having the pot seemed to help only a little. you were spiraling down a hole to no return. hendery didn’t even seem to notice, only sicheng did. he was always there for you when you were ignoring hendery. the past four months had turned you into someone else. if you asked your past self what they would be doing now, it would not be close to this. hendery had a tight hold on your mind, and you couldn’t force him to let go. everytime you planned to break up with him, you changed your mind. it was an endless cycle. screaming and crying in the night couldn’t help you. your parents sending you to therapy couldn’t help you. the drugs and alcohol couldn’t help you. the only thing that could help you was the very thing that hurt you. hendery. he always fixes the problems he causes.

“like we always do.”

#nshitty-frathouse #unfortunatus: inferno #wayv scenarios #wayv imagines #hendery #hendery x reader #nct scenarios #nct imagines #wayv smut #nct smut #wong kunhang

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slashingdisneypasta · 4 years ago

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(Any Category Villains) x Reader || Drabbles

Plot: Congratulations, you have caught character A’s (Italics in the ‘Includes’ section) attention and they’ve been bothering you since you met (Caught you sneaking into the museum, caught Peter Pan bringing you into Neverland, or you transferred to Dauntless and jumped) and you have upheld the front that you dislike / hate him but your real feelings are given away when you see Character B, who is a reincarnation of Character A, and you are visibly attracted to this person.

Includes (Italics = The love interest. // No italics = The one you gush over) : Al Capone and Frank Castle / The Punisher, Captain Hook (2003) and Lucius Malfoy, and Eric (Divergent) and Captain Boomerang.

Warnings: Looking at our line-up, I’m assuming theirs gonna be some swearing and, because of the topic their will probs be sexual references. Some THIRSTING

Notes:

I dunno who will want this but I wrote it a week ago and was having trouble adding the last two character (Freddy and Buckman) but I got a new idea for Buckman (And Hoyt, and Jafar. Ya’ll just sit back and wait for what I’m brewing with these unholy three) now so no worries! Imma just post it. I like Al’s at least ^^ NATM fans will be maybe happy :D

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Al Capone: Frank Castle / The Punisher ( @blueinkblot )

“So, you’re supposed to be the other me?” Al talks to his doppelganger with contempt in the other room, and you can just imagine the pinched look on his face. Chuckling about it, I get up from the lunch table and leave the break room, going to see what’s happening and oversee the visit – hopefully I don’t have to use the dreaded torch the museum gave me as a weapon,- , go-ghurt still between my lips and my teeth. Strawberry flavour! Its delicious. The cooling sleeve was a smart purchase, I think. Despite what Napoleon and Kahmenrah might say… Stupid, pompous bastards. Thinking yoghurt out of a tube is inferior to yoghurt out of a tub.

Pfft!

Rounding the corner, I see two Al’s. One of them is grey scale, of course, and he’s holding his tommy gun like it will make any difference in a fight if it came down to it, with is having no bullets and all, and the other looks like he’s recently been to war.

Oh, good, lord.

Really, he is as gruff looking as they come. Where Al’s clean and baby-faced, this guy has that sexy five o’clock shadow. He’s also buffer, human coloured and… is he taller?? I don’t know how it could be possible, but just way the way he looks at people makes him seem taller.

Suddenly he looks my way and I smile… but of course, I still have a tube of go-ghurt in my mouth and when I pull it out -a bit too excited maybe,- some specks of white yoghurt fleck onto my mouth. I go bright red with embarrassment and Al looks over to see what the new guy is looking away from, -me, - as I use my sleeve to wipe that stuff off. I miss his broad, knowing grin.

I flash him a toothless, joyless grin which I hope reads ‘Don’t talk to me, stop looking at me, don’t even mention me. I’m going to go find a hole to live in’ before raising a hand quickly to waive, slouching and slowly moping off to my hole. Go-Ghurt, how could you betray me like this!!

Ahhh, its better off that way anyway. Wouldn’t want Al to get to the idea that I think he’s attractive, haha. I sit down at the table Napoleon, Kah, Ivan and a couple other exhibits are playing go fish on and watch them play for a while, my legs stretched out under the table and arms crossed over my stomach, watching and not saying anything. Even when Kah matches a 6 of clubs with a 7 of clubs and no one else notices- I’d rather not set off any high-pitched French shrieking right now. My ears are still sensitive from last night, thank you very much.

When midnight strikes, they finally decide to give Go Fish a rest for the night, thank god, and disperse to separate areas of the museum. I’m just playing with the cards, shuffling them and organising them into suits and chronological order when Al plops down in the seat beside me. I glance at him between separating hearts and diamonds. “Your guy left?” Oh, thank god.

“Yeah; Said he had some work to do before the night was over.” He responds, and I nod in understanding. “Makes me wonder what kinda work he does, at night… with a gun… in all black… But I don’t ask questions.”

“Oh, you don’t?” I turn over my shoulder, set the cards down and look sceptically at him. I could have sworn he asks me a million questions about myself every chance he gets. “Do you?”

“Fine, I don’t ask that guy questions. I ask you, a lotta questions.” I make an immediate ‘Ahhh’ sound when he admits the first part and look back to my cards. I look right back at him through when I hear the legs of his chair scratch against the floor and find that he’s much closer now. “One more question.”

I raise an eyebrow at his mischievous face. “What?”

“Did you embarrass yourself checking the other me out?” A wide grin takes his mouth, and I gasp.

“I was no checking him out- and- and he’s not even like you, anyway. He looks completely different! In fact, I think he was 4 inches taller!” Okay, not quite that much taller, but if it gets under Al’s skin then fuck. Four inches is what I saw.

And it does get under his skin! His eyes go steely and he looks from you to where the guy had been a moment ago, then back. Pointing at the spot they were in, he exclaims. “There’s no way.”

“Oh sure, there was.”

“Bring a measuring tape tomorrow, we’ll see who’s really taller!”

I hold back a laugh, looking away from him and shuffling the cards again just to have something to do with my hands. “Sure, Al!~”

“You know what?” Ooh, he sounds frustrated. Success, for me! Yippee!

I grin, and ask him. “What?”

Then Al cups my jaw, drags my head around and plants a kiss right on my mouth. I shouldn’t- No, it shouldn’t have the effect on me that it does. I should push him off and leave, but I immediately transform into mush and turn fully to wrap my arms around his neck, tilting my head into it the kiss instead. I’m not gonna lie, I think, this boy can kiss. And maybe I’d been waiting for it.

A little bit.

Captain Hook (2003): Lucius Malfoy

“My dear Y/N come over here please! ~” Hook calls over to me from the lower deck, and I look up from my phone -surprisingly enough, I get great connection in Neverland,- like a sullen teenager, earplugs still in my ears, and wait for an explanation. What? What does he want? He’s keeping me hostage and now he wants something from me?? “I’d like to introduce you to my reincarnation! His name is Lucius Malfoy, he’s a wizard!”

For a moment I consider pretending I didn’t hear him, but then decide it’s always a good idea to stay on the good side of your kidnapper and huff. Getting up from the floor where I was sitting, I take my earplugs out and wrap them around my phone as I walk down the stairs to the lower deck where they are, stuffing it in my hoodie pocket when I reach them. “Hi, I’m Y/N. The Captains hos- “

“Consort! My fair Y/N.” A hook picks up a strand of my hair, and Hook watches as it slips off the hook.

What?! I look immediately up from the floor to Hook with a look of utter horror and ‘hell no’ carved into my features. Um, absolutely not- “Yes!” I hate myself for this, but what choice do I have? “That’s me, it’s nice to meet you- “

My mouth goes dry as soon as I see him for the first time and my expression softens quickly. So pretty! How?

I offer my hand to him to shake and he smirks -Lord help me, - and takes it, shaking for a good amount of time. “Lovely to meet you also, Y/N… Its funny, you look nothing like my wife. I guess reincarnation exists but not fate. Peculiar.” Hmmm, yes, or I was kidnapped. Not really his consort! Not at all!! No??!

Ahhhh, rats though. He’s married.

I run a hand back through my hair and take my hand back, smiling politely. Oh well. “Yeah, I guess! I haven’t really thought of it- Hook?” I turn promptly to him to keep up the conversation. I’m not going to. I’m anti-social and introverted. Besides, he started this. Conversation was thrust upon me.

When we connect gazes, I notice he was looking at me before I even turned. I flash a nervous, toothless smile and look away the ocean awkwardly. Oh, dear. What’s going on in his mind?

As they talk, and watch the ocean and feel… slightly, at peace watching the beautiful blue Neverland waves crawl over the expanse of water and the disperse into its depths after crashing. It almost feels like I’m back in Britain again… until a certain hooked arm hooks its way around my bloody waist and my head whips around to see what the hell he think’s he’s doing.

Plastering a smile on my face, I turn to my ‘husband’, giving Lucius a quick ‘excuse me a moment’, and gesturing for Hook to lean down to my level so I can whisper something in his ear. “Yes, hi. Hook. Get your fucking arm off of me; Your touch feels like gross bugs on me.”

He turns to face me, and our faces are uncomfortably close in this moment. “Dear, if you think I’m going to give up on you just because you’re too stubborn to admit you want me too because of some abomination of a moral dilemma then you’re mistaken.” My face burns, from embarrassment and anger -maybe just embarrassment? He touches his lips thoughtfully, then uses those same fingers to pull my chin up so I’m more at his mercy as his expression turns into a full smirk. Bastard. “And don’t think for one second that I somehow didn’t notice your reaction to my lookalike. I know just enough about how you feel about what I look like now to hold on. You will fall for me, you’ll see. “I watch with a deep frown on my face, heat running down my neck and into my clothes as he straightens up again to continue talking with Lucius. I take a deep breath, now that his focus isn’t on me anymore before he tugs me even closer against his body.

Eric (Divergent): Captain Boomerang (Keep in mind that I have never seen Suicide squad or anything else with Captain Boomerang)

Ohh, Eric was not happy about this. Eric isn’t happy about most things, unless they included the misfortune and pain of others and more recently, regrettably, me. But he reaaaaalllly hated this.

Contrasting drastically, I’m living for it. Naturally.

And the fact that ‘Captain Boomerang’, or Digger Harkness which is one of the sexiest given names I’ve ever heard, is gorgeous in that ruffled, dark way doesn’t hurt the situation one bit. No, it does not. Eric is villainous looking too, sure, but he’s so clean cut and angry looking. Its harsh on my irises.

“So, Captain, you said you grew up in Australia?” I’m enjoying this, and I’m sucking every morsel of joy out of it as I can- which means ask the Captain copious questions while Eric just stands with his arms crossed over his chest and tries to intimidate someone the same size and scary level as him, right beside me. I don’t know how he thinks that’s going to work out for him, but I think it’s the only form of offense he has right now to utilise. Poor, evil Eric. Boo hoo.

“That’s right, you ever been there?” He grins -he grins! The only time Eric ever grins is when he’s being cruel and because he does it so little, it’s kind of scary now. Very good for making birds fall out of the sky and babies cry, - and pats my arm. His hand is big, and I beam up at him because I’m getting attention from a pretty boy. “You’d like it, I think. Most people would.”

“Sure!” Will you take me, handsome?

Eric notices the Captain’s hand still on my arm before I do even, zeroes in on it, picks it up so tight I can see his knuckles are white and drops it back towards its owner. I press my lips together and bite on them, looking down at the ground for a moment to widen my eyes at the awkward tension.

When I look back up, they’re staring daggers at each other and it’s even more awkward. Eric! Could you go stand somewhere else possibly!?

Ooooor, maybe I will. This doesn’t seem like a safe place to be anymore.

“Well, it was really nice meeting you Captain. I have to go be somewhere else now, see yaaaaa,” I give him a jaunty and half-assed salute as I’m already occupied with turning and wheeling it out of there.

I was hoping to get away from them, but its two seconds out the door before I realise Eric has followed me. I continue on though, ignoring him and hoping he’ll get the hint- and screw off. I get that that’s a pipe dream though, so I’m not surprised when instead he starts speaking to me.

“So, what was that about?”

“Stop trailing me.”

“Answer my question.” He counters. Oh, scary stubborn Eric.

I know what he’s talking about. I know what he’s going to say. He’s going to say I think Captain Boomerang is pretty so I must think he is pretty- which is just not true!!

Is... is it?

No, no it mustn’t be that. I cannot be. I repeat, it c a n n o t be. “I refuse! Get off my tail Eric!”

He chuckles from behind me, pats my back and quickens up to leave me in his dust as he speeds down the hall effortlessly. “Sure, Y/N. Sure.” Soon, he’s out of sight, and I stop walking.

It… it’s not true, is it?

#Drabbles #Horror Drabbles #Slasher Drabbles #Divergent Drabbles #Misc Drabbles #NATM Drabbles #Al Capone #frank Castle #The Punisher #Captain Hook 2003 #Lucius Malfoy #Eric (Divergent)#Captain Boomerang #X Reader

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a-pretty-nerd · 4 years ago

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Run (Jasper Jordan x Reader College!Au)

Request: “Hoi I wanna request a story sadly I don’t have Patreon though so u prob won’t make it hehe. It’s a Jasper Jordan x reader fan fic also I would love if it a High school/college Au and the readers parents don’t approve Jasper so she has to sneak out every time she wants to meet him but soon she finds out she’s pregnant so she runs away with him? Also your work is amazing!” ~ @deadqueeen

A/N: I was just about to say, “I’ve never done a college au before, uwu!” but I forgot about that entire self indulgent smut I wrote…big Oof. Anyways, love this idea, I love some good ol’ fashioned angst. Just a warning though, I did end up leaning heavily into the relationship reader has with their parents so just be prepared for some upsetting interactions.

If you like my work, don’t be afraid to interact! Gimme a like, comment, message, send a request my way if you like! And if you’d like to support me further, go ahead and check out my Patreon! I’d love to see you there!

Trigger Warnings: Mild Smut, Parental abuse, petting crime, and Pregnancy.

College was stressful as it is, but as the months passed, things were getting harder and harder to manage. Come your freshman year, a little thing called Covid-19 hit the world, sending it into a whirlwind of stress and unease.You sat in the shower, letting the warm water fall over your aching body as you stared blankly at your knees. After your panic attack you were left void of emotion and thought, sitting there wondering what to do and how to move. The water was a calming reminder that you were still present and very much alive.

Things had changed very quickly and yet it felt like that change took forever to get to you. Covid hit right before the end of your freshman year, forcing you to move back in with your parents until it “passed.” But it wasn’t passing and now you were starting your sophomore year at home.As stressful as it was, you missed school. You missed your friends, your dorm room, even your part-time job. But most of all, your freedom. You missed the carefree way in which you lived in the dorms. You had a taste or real life and you craved more.

You were trapped, for lack of a better word, imprisoned in your childhood home. You spent days without leaving the confines of it’s walls in a failed attempt to keep you safe and focused on school. Your parents weren’t always so strict, but they made it clear that school should be your top priority and anything else was an unwelcome distraction. Things like your boyfriend, were merely a hindrance to your education.You met Jasper your first day in the dorms. He was bright and smiling like an excited puppy, eager and willing to make new friends and new experiences. You quickly became friends, and then a little more. Before you knew it, the two of you were inseparable. He made you feel so wild and free. He nurtured the fun, carefree side of you that you didn’t even know existed. He cared for you in ways no one ever had before. He was so funny and kind and genuine. He gave you the tools to grow, and with his, you bloomed.

When the pandemic hit, it devastated the two of you. Being isolated and kept from one another proved too much to bare. You remember the first night you snuck out with him, terrified of alerting your parents. They hated Jasper, they forbade you from seeing him. Told you he’d do nothing but keep you down and stifle your potential. If only they could see how happy he made you. If only, they cared.Jasper would creep around to your backyard and gently tap at your bedroom window. 12 am, they’d always be asleep, the perfect time to make a quick get away and then 6am, you’d sneak back through your window.

The adrenaline of misbehaving always drove you crazy. Sneaking around in the dark of the night, stealing chased kisses from one another until it was too much to handle. You fell into each other’s arms almost every night, desperate kisses and moans in between the sound of skin slapping against skin. He made your hair curl.You were his first. He was awkward and silly at times but you whipped him into shape real quick. And now, he was a well trained boy toy ready and willing at any moment you desired. He was always so desperate for you, so needy and greedy for your body. But his kisses, no matter how passionate and crazed, were always so loving. He adored you in every way.

These secret rendezvous went on for months, all summer, it was routine, you couldn’t stay away from him. But, maybe you should have. With more classes fast approaching, you began to think about your future. If only you had the money to move out, you and Jasper could finally have a sense of normalcy. You could move in together, start a life together. But the pandemic and school sucked your savings dry and without the conditioned help from your parents, you were penniless. You finally stood on your shaky legs and lifted yourself out of the show. You dried yourself off, shuffled over to your room, dressing yourself, and waiting till the coast was clear. When all was quiet, you texted Jasper and soon he was at your window. Lucky for you, he wasn’t a far drive away. He gently tapped on the glass and leaned down to flash a big goofy grin from behind your curtains. You opened the window and let him in, shushing him as he fell into the room.

“Hey sweetness.” He whispered, loudly. He planted a soft kiss on your cheek as he held you by your hips.“Please be quiet, you’re making me nervous.” You hushed. His smile disappeared slowly as he examined your face. Your red eyes and puffy cheeks gave away your emotions. He was never good at reading a room, but there was little you could hide from him. He made you transparent.

“Have you been crying?” Worry washed over him as he placed his hands to hold your head and slide his thumbs over the soft skin on your cheeks. You tried to avoid his gaze but failed miserably.“Yeah…” You admitted, wiggling out of his grasp so you could sit on the edge of your bed. Your heart started to race, the anxiety and fear wrenching its was through your body. Even the thoughts made you want to cry again.

“Whats wrong? Did something happen with your parents?” You’d been having fights with them for some time now, and he knew it was taking a tole on you. Jasper offered to being you home to his folks, but his relationship with them was on the rocks as it was. Your small group of close friends were your only support. All things considered, the two of you were left on your own. “No…” You muttered, unable to bring yourself to say it out loud. The tears quickly came back up and started falling again. Your emotions, your fears, your pain took over you. You couldn’t get out a single word before your body jerked uncontrollably as you sobbed. It left a slew of incomplete words spewing from your mouth. “I-I….I-I I’m ….. Mmmm …. I’m …..” gasp, sob “Mmmmmha….” and the sobbing continued.

“Hey…Hey…It’s okay.” He cooed softly to you as he rubbed soft, slow circles on your back. It helped, but not much.“N-No…” you shook as you cried, “I’m-m-m-”

“It’s alright, take deep breaths, you don’t have to say anything until you’re ready.” He whispered to you. You clung to him desperately. It took time, but soon you felt good enough to speak again.“Jasper…”

“What sweetness?” He flashed you his kind and loving smile.“I’m pregnant.” You uttered softly. You watched the color drain from his face. His sweet smile faded away to a scowl and the fear rushed back to you. The sobbing started again as you chanted apology after apology, begging for him to stay with you. He didn’t move, he only held you where you were. Finally spoke.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s okay. This isn’t your fault. We tried, we were safe, it’s not your fault. Shhhhh. It’s okay.” Suddenly a bright light interrupted him. Your bedroom door swing open to reveal the large, looming figure of your mother. “What the hell is going on here!” She screamed. You watched in horror as your mother wrenched Jasper from your arms and threw him out into the living room. You followed her, pleading and begging her to stop as she hurled whatever was in reach at him. Shoes, pillows, plates, before your father reached around his collar to throw him out of the house.

The yelling and screaming continued through the night until the sun came up. Your father nailed your bedroom window shut. Your mother locked your door by pushing furniture in front of it to keep you inside. Your phone, your computer, every form of communication was taken from you. Every mistreatment and punishment being underlined by some iteration of, “this is for your own good” or “this is because we love you.”

You felt stuck in an emotional limbo for days on end as they kept you prisoner. You didn’t have the energy to cry or argue, there was nothing you could do or say. You had sit and stay, like a good girl.

One night you were woken by a soft tapping at your bedroom window. You jolted out of bed to see a pair of familiar eyes pear back. Monty stood on the other outside, a face mask and baseball cap hiding his features. He held up a notebook with writing on it and pressed it against the glass.

“Are you okay?” It read. You rushed to find paper and write back.

“I’m fine. Wheres Jasper?”

“Your Dad threatened to shoot him if he saw him again. So he sent me.” He wrote back.

“Is he okay?”

“He’s fine. We’re busting you out of here.”

“How? They’re getting security cameras installed tomorrow.” Monty looked visibly concerned and thought for a moment before responding.

“Then we’ll have to do it tonight. Pack what you can. We’ll be back to get you in an hour.”

“How are you going to get me out? The window is nailed shut, I can’t get out.”

“Don’t worry. Just be prepare to run.” And with that, he left. You packed what you could. A few items of clothing, necessities, and water. You thought about leaving a note. Maybe telling your parents about your pregnancy, they had missed that part of your conversation, thank god. You decided against it, you still didn’t know what to do. Regardless, it was safe to say you could kiss your funding for school goodbye. You’d be on your own from now on. Well, not entirely.

You heard shuffling outside your bedroom window and looked outside to see two dark figures racing past. You watched as Bellamy peered in, face also obscured by a mask, and waved at you. Jasper’s mask covered face popped into view and planted his palm on the window before holding up a notebook.

“Get away from the window, and be prepared to run.” It read. As soon as you nodded in agreement, Jasper disappeared from view. You watched Bellamy swing his arms back with a crow bar in hand. The window shattered with a loud crash, glass flying all over your bedroom. He reached a hand out to you, his grasp firm as you clung to his forearm. You were pulled through to the outside and fell to the ground below.

“Go, go, go, run!” Bellamy whispered, loudly. You looked up at your parent’s house as the sound of dogs barking rang in your ears. Lights flew on from the house as well as neighbor’s lights. You felt so stiff and ridged. The urge to run suppressed by your fear. Jasper reached down and took your hand in his. You looked up at him, his eyes wide with urgency. He tugged at your arm, begging you to get up and run with him.

Suddenly, you felt free. You felt the strength to get up and push forward. Running with him to a car parked outside the house. The three of you bolted, tripping over yourselves as you raced against the clock. As soon as you were in the car, Octavia greeted you with a big toothy grin.

“Drive! Drive!Drive!” Jasper shouted at her. Her smile disappeared as she looked back at Jasper with you before her attention went back to the car. The engined roared as she adjusted the gears and soon you were off. Still panting, you looked back at your childhood home and saw your parents tumble out of the front door to try and chase after the car. Your dad tried to chase after the car, but stopped when he realized it was no use. Their figures soon disappeared.

Octavia cheered triumphantly as you turned back to catch your breath. A great big smile stretched across your face. You’d never felt so free before. You looked over to see Jasper still panting but sporting a bright smile as he looked at you. He reached a hand around the back of your head and pulled you in for a passionate kiss. You laughed and basked in the blissful feeling the adrenaline gave you.

Soon the moment passed and you were left holding one another’s hand as Octavia drove you to Bellamy’s apartment. You stayed the night, planned your escape. Apparently Jasper’s parents didn’t know he was leaving either, meaning the two of you were officially on the run. You had to leave town, like, now.

You pooled what money the two of you had, quick to take cash out of your account before your parents could freeze your debit card. Enough to get you out of town and settled in a hotel for a few nights, maybe even a few meals. But you couldn’t afford much without work after that. Lucky for the two of you, a friend from the dorms lived just a town over. You could stay with her a few days while you looked for work.

“What are you going to do?” Bellamy asked with a dark expression as he stared at you.

“What?” You were confused, hadn’t you just laid out your plan?

“Jasper told me you were...you have another problem.” His eyes flashed between the two of you before resting on you again, he was careful to not say anything too pointed.

“Oh...I...I don’t know.” You said under a whisper. Jasper rested a firm hand on your knee.

“How long have you known?” Octavia asked.

“Like a few days. Theres still time to think about it, I just...I just wanna get out right now.” Bellamy nodded his head.

“If you guys need anything, don’t be afraid to call okay?” He handed you a prepaid phone. You thanked them for your help, packed up, and left the next night. You hid under masks and baseball hats as you sat at the bus station. The cool night air brushed against you skin as you admired the bright lights of the street lamps above. Jasper squeezed your hand in his to get your attention. You looked at one another and smiled under your mask.

You’d never tell him this, but during the coarse of your relationship you had always worried about Jasper. Worried that maybe you weren’t as serious as you felt. Maybe you were just a little fun to him, the rush of a forbidden romance being what drove him to you. But now, with him so willing run. So willing to leave his comfortable life just for you. Regardless of the responsibilities that came with it. He chose you, without a second thought, he chose you.

The dark street road was empty and serene. You watched as bats flew down to catch bugs that swarmed the lights above you. Despite your situation, you felt safe and warm there beside him. For the first time, you felt confident that everything is going to be okay.

#jasper jordan #jasper jordan imagine #jasper jordan smut #jasper x reader #jasper jordan x reader #The 100 #the 100 au #The 100 college au #the 100 imagine #jasper jordan x pregnant reader #jasper

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atlafan · 5 years ago

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Can you do an imagine where harry wants a family extremely bad and hes to scared to tell you so instead he drops hints (lookin at baby clothes, prob even talkin bout a room being for a baby, always wanting to babysit your nephew just some ideas😂) like crazy crying to get you to realize what hes wanting?? Thank you love ❤

a/n: UM OKAY SURE

Baby Fever

Things typically moved quickly between you and Harry. You had said I love you to each other about a month in to your relationship, and moved in together about five months after that. Now two years in, you both had wanted to get a bigger place. Not that the place you shared wasn’t large, but you had moved into his home, and it was time you bought one together.

House hunting was a lot of fun with Harry. You weren’t about price because he could afford pretty much whatever the two of you wanted. You weren’t with him for his money or anything, but being 24 and in grad school, you didn’t exactly have the funds on your own to buy a house.

You tried to stick to the Malibu area of California. That was where the two of you spent the majority of your time. He would still keep his London home, and the apartment in New York, but the Malibu home would be yours together. Your realtor was very nice too. She would let the two of you explore the homes by yourselves at first, and not be up your butts like a lot of other realtors.

“Oh, Harry, this place is huge! What would we even do with six bedrooms? I mean there are already rooms set aside for an office, so we wouldn’t need to double up. And it’s not like we would have that many friends or family visiting at once.” You say, weaving in and out of each bedroom.

“Well...think of it as a place to grow into.” He said, not looking at you, walking with his hands in his pockets. “We might need the extra space eventually.”

“That could be years from now though, these would just sit here collecting dust.” You sigh. “I don’t know. I don’t love the layout downstairs either. It’s a little closed off in the kitchen area don’t you think?”

“That’s because there’s a formal dining area. I think it would be nice to have that.”

“But it’s just the two of us. And when we have friends for dinner, it’s more fun to gather in the kitchen.”

Harry was trying not to get annoyed. He wanted to have a dining room so one day you could have family dinners. He saw the extra bedrooms as kids rooms, but you just weren’t picking up on his hints. Well, you sort of were, but you were being dismissive, and not understanding his urgency. Sure, you had only been together for two years, but he knew he wanted to have kids with you. He told himself as soon as you bought a home, he would go out and find the most beautiful ring he could, and pop the question.

“Just keep this place in mind, hm? I happen to really like it.”

“Alright, I won’t say no just yet...give me some time to think more on it. The commute is actually pretty good from my work and to your studio, so that’s a plus.”

“See, silver linings.”

The next week you two went to the mall to buy some packing supplies and bins. You knew you’d be moving eventually, never a bad time to get a jump on packing up the things you didn’t use every day. Harry typically didn’t go shopping with you just because of fans and such, but today he had another attempt up his sleeve.

He wanted to talk to you about having kids, he really did, but he was scared. It was your body, how could he bring up the toughest thing you’ll ever have to put it through?

You were walking through a Macy’s to get to the other part of the mall when he stopped short. You were near the children’s shoes.

“Love?” You ask. He turns around holding two tiny baby shoes.

“Look at how cute these are! Imagine little feet in these things?” He says with a big smile, he looks like he could cry.

“Baby shoes are such a waste of money. You know how fast a baby’s foot grows?” You laugh. Harry’s face falls. “It’s true! Just look at my nephew. He’s a big baby, he couldn’t even wear any of his newborn stuff because he was too big. That’s why I’m glad I got them bibs and rags, stuff he can’t really grow out of.” Harry puts the shoes back, and looks at them with a pout.

“They’re still cute.”

“Most tiny things are cute.” You give him a half smile. You take his hand and walk into the mall. “I think the packing supply store is just down on the left.”

“Speaking of your nephew, when’s the next time we get to babysit. I love seein’ that little bugger.”

“I don’t know. I can text my brother to see if we can go over for a visit this weekend?”

“Yeah!” Harry perked up completely.

That weekend you go to your brother’s house. You take your nephew in your arms immediately, snuggling him to you.

“Wow, he’s starting to hug now!” You laugh.

“Yeah, watch your hair, he’s got a grip on him.” Your sister in law says.

Harry gazed at you adoringly as you rocked the baby gently. You were so good with him. You were good with babies and kids in general. He knew you’d make a great mum.

“Harry, want a turn holding him?”

“Please.” You hand the baby over, and you think Harry is going to cry he’s so happy. Anytime Harry held a baby, it looked like he had been doing it for years, like he was a mother of ten or something. “He’s so good.”

“Yeah, he’s the best baby.” You kiss his small forehead.Harry looked at you. “What?” He goes to speak, but stops himself.

“Nothin’.”

A couple of weeks go by. Harry continues to drop small hints about wanting a baby, but you continue to be oblivious. You were looking at homes on realtor when an alarm went off on your phone. You sighed and got up to go to the bathroom. Harry had grown to hate that alarm. It was your birth control pill reminder. You were just starting a fresh pack, so your hormones were on edge, and you felt sick.

“Ugh, I’m about ready to be done with this shit, it’s not worth it.” You say sitting back down.

“What do you mean?”

“I know you hate condoms babe, but we might have to consider that being our form of birth control. I’ve been taking these pills for years, and this first week after my period never gets easier. Plus, they make me snap at you from the hormones, and I always feel bad.”

“So...you want to stop taking the pill?”

“Maybe. I’ll have to talk to my doctor. Maybe I can get that shot or something and see how that feels once this pack is done.”

“Or, like you said, we could just use the condoms.”

“That won’t last. I can hear it now, C’mon babe, just let me feel ya, I promise t’pull out.” You mimic his accent. “God, and then with our luck we’d end up in trouble.”

“In trouble?”

“Hello? Pregnant.” You scoff.

“And that’s not somethin’ you want?” You look at him with wide eyes.

“Um...not right now. I mean, I’d like to finish school before any of that.”

“But at some point.”

“At some point, maybe. I haven’t really thought about it.” You shrug, turning your attention back to the computer. “Oh! Look at this one, and it’s only down the road from here. Want me to call P-”

“What do you mean you haven’t thought about it?!” Harry had officially lost it. “I think about it all the bloody time!” You set your laptop down slowly and look at him. He’s absolutely fume.

“What exactly are we talking about here?”

“For fuck’s sake, Y/N, are you that oblivious? I’ve been droppin’ hints like crazy for like an entire month.”

“Hints?”

“A home to grow into, the baby clothes, seeing your nephew all the time? Duh.”

“Harry, I know you aren’t seriously suggesting that we have a baby right now.”

“It wouldn’t be right now, it would be nine months from now.” He says very seriously. You stand up slowly, and start to pace around a bit.

“And you’ve been feeling this way for over a month?”

“Yes.”

“We’ve barely talked about marriage, and you want to have a baby?” Harry’s eyes start to well up with tears.

“I want a life with you. I want you to have my children. I haven’t found a way to bring any of this up. You’d be such a great mum, and I’d like to think I’d be a good dad. We both love kids.” He stands up to get closer to you, but you back away. “Don’t be scared.”

“I’m terrified! I can barely take care of myself, how am I supposed to take care of another human? And you! You would leave to go on tour or something, and I would be left alone. I can’t do that, the thought of that freaks me out. Having little to know help with a child.”

“I’d be around to help. Do you really think I would jet off to leave you with an infant? Besides, once you’re done with school you’d have time to come with me more.”

“Right, because my career is meaningless compared to yours.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to.” You grab your keys and slip your shoes on.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going for a drive, I need to get some air. This is all too much.”

“We’re literally about to buy a house together, where did you think all of this was going?”

“I don’t know! I figured we would take this one step at a time. I mean, you haven’t even proposed or anything. There’s zero security.”

“Buying a house together isn’t security?”

“I’m not buying it! You are! Because I’m not rich and famous, Harry! I’m just helping with the decision.” You take a deep breath. “I need to get outta here, I’ll be back later.”

Before he could grab you, you were out the door and in your car, driving fast on the highway. You needed to think everything over. Harry would be a great dad. he looked so broken when you left. He really did want to have a baby with you. Would it be so bad? You only had one more semester of school, you could start trying once you finished this last pack of birth control. And that house you looked at would be perfect for raising kids in. It had a beautiful backyard, plenty of room for them to run around. You took a deep breath and turned around.

You came back to Harry preparing dinner in the kitchen, eyes red from crying.

“Hey.” You say quietly.

“Hi.” He says not looking at you. You sigh.

“I think we should call Pam about that house we saw a couple weeks ago.” Harry’s eyes snap up to look at you.

“I thought it was too big.”

“Well, it was stupid of me to not be thinking ahead. It would be a perfect home to raise a family in.”

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes, I want a life with you too. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be doing this house thing with you. I’m sorry, I just got a little freaked out. I felt like my life flashed before my eyes. I’d need to finish up this last pack of birth control, and then go see my doctor...”

“We don’t have to start tryin’ right away.”

“I just need to get through this semester at school. Once I walk across that stage, and I have my diploma, we can start trying. But I can get off the pill next month to give us a better chance later.”

He wraps his arms around you, and holds you tight to his chest. You put your hands on his narrow hips. You kiss each other tenderly. He starts laughing, breaking your kiss.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothin’, just, you realize this means you’ll have to start calling me daddy.” You break away from him and make a gagging noise.

“In your dreams.”

“C’mon, it’ll be great. C’mere, come give daddy a kiss.”

“Harry, I’m so serious stop it.” You start to run away from him, but he chases you around the kitchen playfully.

“Don’t speak to daddy like that, s’not very nice.” You squeal when he catches you. You both laugh. “Okay, okay, I’m just kiddin’, I know ya don’t like that.”

You stayed true to your word. Once you walked across the stage at your graduation, you and Harry began trying for baby. You were all settled into your new place, and you loved it. You also loved Harry basically attacking you just about every day after you got home from work. You had never felt more wanted or sexy. You two already had a pretty active sex life, but there was something especially hot about him wanted to put a baby in you.

Your first couple of goes at it, the tests came back negative. But you assured it was only because you had been on birth control for so long, your hormones were still adjusting. It just made Harry work harder at it. He would sweep you off on romantic weekends away. He’d get you while you were showering. Most mornings you were late to work because he couldn’t keep his hands off of you.

You both cried tears of joy when the test eventually came back positive. You had your doctor confirm it as well. The first trimester absolutely sucked. You threw up all the time, but Harry was there to take care of you. You were starting to feel bloated and gross, but he never failed to tell you how beautiful you were. In fact, you were having more sex than you were having before, if that was even possible.

Harry thought your growing stomach and all that came with it was sexy. He was amazed at the way your body transformed. You didn’t mind all the sex either. Your hormones were going crazy between food cravings and cravings for him.

“I promise, you do not look fat. You’re not fat, you’re pregnant.”

“I look like a sausage casing.” You whine. “Maybe I should just stay home.” You were supposed to go with him to some award show.

“You look stunning, as always. Please come with me. I promise, I’ll rub your feet when we get back.”

“Alright.”

He was always doing nice things like that for you. He’d rub your feet, and lower back. He felt awful that you were in any sort of pain because of him. He would read to the baby inside your tummy, and talk to it. He would play music for it. He was already a doting father, and the baby hadn’t even come yet. He made things easier for you. You both had fun painting and decorating the nursery together, thankful you bought the house with the six bedrooms.

You gave birth to a beautiful, healthy baby girl. Harry cried for what seemed like an hour after she was born, he was so happy. As the baby was resting, you two were chatting. Your body had been though a lot, but you were still under a lot of the pain meds.

“I have a little something for you, by the way.” Harry reached into his pocket and took out a little box. “You said you didn’t want to be pregnant anymore when I did this, and technically you’re not pregnant anymore.” Tears welled up in your eyes. “I love you so much, Y/N, will you please marry me?” He opened the box and showed you the most beautiful, and elegant ring you had ever seen.

“Oh, Harry, of course I will!” He slips the ring on your finger, and kisses you over and over. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

#harry styles #may have gotten carried away with this one #dad!Harry #harry styles x reader #harry styles y/n #harry styles fluff

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hitsuackerman · 5 years ago

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Unpredictable (Overhaul x Reader) pt.12

a/n: so... this has a special guest in the middle >:) i hope ya’ll like this~ i was thinking of a good character to add and i found the perfect one. but the character will only stay for probs 3 chapters or so :D

warnings: this cannot be read solo, crossover

Links: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 13

Masterlist to my other fics: here :)

Overhaul’s waiting list: @jjk-biased @infinite-universe-love @dirtypride @blackymomo03 @azzie @purple-rabanito @meximorrita @awesomeee19

“Sit down.”

Now, if that were coming from the person whose face you had just seen you would have obeyed like a puppy waiting for a treat. However, the person inside the room with you carried zero sex appeal. Not an ounce of it. The way he tried to sound sexy was just revolting.

“I’d rather just stand.” You shrugged. “Make this quick. I still have other places to go to.”

“Oh.” He patted the sofa once more before making his way to his desk. “I think you’d want to sit down once I tell you some news.”

With the chief’s back facing you, your eyes rolled and defeatedly went to flop on the sofa. Leaning on to the back lazily. When his chair creaked and sunk, you gestured for him to proceed.

“Regarding the Fukuo Kai case, the meeting will be held 5 days from now, correct?” Your brows furrowed as you fixed your posture. Eyes squinting as to where he had heard that information. He placed his elbows on his desk and tilted his head. A smug look on his face. “Tsukauchi will be taking your place in the stake out.”

“And why is that?”

“You will be attending a meeting with me. The HPSC wants to talk about the arson case.”

“You’re meddling with my cases again.” You snapped. “But, if it pleases you. Okay. However, it won’t be me informing Overhaul.”

Watching as the chief stood up from his desk, he nodded and walked towards you. Filling the emptiness the sofa had to offer.

“It has come to my attention that you two seem rather...close. Rather alarming is it not?”

“Teamwork among the both of us has been going well. Nothing more to it.” What was this germ up to? Your brain couldn’t figure out what his motives were. “I’m being as cautious as I can be. He has not lashed out nor attempted to hurt me in any way unlike the previous people we had to work with.”

“Yet, the mere mention of his name makes you lower your guard down by a significant amount.” Once again, he put his arm behind your neck and squeezed your shoulder. The scent of roses he once had was now replaced with sweat and leather. “You’ve slackened a bit, baby doll.”

Holding on to his wrist, you twisted it as you stood up. Bending it at a weird angle, your eyes bore holes on to his face. The playful fire in his lit up even more. It made you think, did the other women in the precinct go through this? Subtly activating your quirk, you raised his blood pressure.

“You know I’m getting real tired of your shit…” You threatened him. Hand shaking with anger.

Your head snapped to the door when a knock filled the walls. Letting go of his wrist, he rubbed it but the smug look on his face did not falter. Straightening himself and gaining composure once more, he went towards his desk and told the person to enter.

“Right on time. Ms. (L/N), for the next two days, you will be pairing up again with one of the officers from the Kyoto precinct.” His face followed the person who now entered the office. “Mr. Ackerman, we hope you enjoy your stay here.”

You bit your tongue. Internally activating your quirk, you managed to control the blood travelling to your cheeks. You’ve heard about Mr. Ackerman. A few of your previous cases had you teaming up with him. One thing led to another but it was one of your most well kept secrets. One that not even the chief caught scent of.

How many years had it been? Three or four? The scenery was still fresh in your mind. His words that stung and broke you for months. Still, he was a gentleman. Not wanting to diminish the cooperation you two had, differences were set aside and apologies were exchanged. It ended on a rather better note than you had anticipated.

Of course, there was no denying that the sight of Levi still managed to increase the steady pacing of your heart.

“Ackerman.” You greeted him. Eyes focused on the chief. A useless attempt to read him.

“(L/N).” His voice was still the same. Enticing yet dead at the same time.

“Why don’t you two catch up?” The chief gestured for the both of you to leave the office. Hearing both your responses, he watched as Levi motioned for you to leave first and followed behind. Just as you were about to exit, he spoke up. “And, by the way, update Overhaul’s profile. Put in his name.”

Your eyes widened and jaw tightened. Slowly exhaling, you continued walking. When you heard the door closing, you began to feel around your clothes for any sort of mini-chip that he had planted on you. Not feeling anything, your thoughts replayed to all the touching he had done.

“Fuck…”

“Oi, brat. What’s wrong?” Levi asked.

“He fucking bugged me. Eavesdropped on an off the record scenario a while back.” Anger was now boiling in your blood. Not for the chief but for the fact that you failed in detecting his subtle schemes. No wonder he was all touchy this morning. When your eyes met his, his eyebrows shot up and you could see how he put two and two together.

“It’s been three years, he’s still doing those things to you?” The both of you were now walking towards your cubicle. Back when you were dating, Levi could see just how devious the chief was towards you. He may have threatened him once or twice, the scene before him only fused a died out wick. “You could have just told me, you know.”

“I know.” He had told you time and time again that you should watch your back when it came to the man inside the office. Yet you always brushed it off. Basically, you were now reaping the consequences of being ignorant. “You know I hate causing scenes.”

“Tch. Not a single change from you.” There it was. That smirk that made you weak. Pulling your chair for you, he waited for you to sit till he dragged the empty seat next to yours. “What do you have on the arson case?”

Taking out a file, you handed it over to him and gave him the details so far. He simply did the typical Levi gestures. Nodding his head with the occasional comments.

“I’m honestly at a dead end, but Tsukauchi managed to pick up a straw.” You showed him your schedule. “I’ll be meeting up with Endeavor in 4 days. I can keep you updated if you'd like."

"It's fine. I can stay till after the meeting." Typical. Work was always first when it came to him.

"Where are you staying? You can crash the guest room if you'd like."

"You sure? Gei isn't visiting tonight?" That flamboyant man had always amused him but he'd never tell. He did, after all, get a few phrases from the man himself.

"Nope. You're free to crash. It will require you to buy food." You smiled and that sealed the deal. Agreeing, he stood up to take his things from the lockers as you readied to leave the office.

Moments had passed and both of you were now in your car. Levi offered to drive so you gave him the keys.

"You still into (favorite food)?” He asked. Eyes searching for what food to have for dinner. You were the host so your wants came first.

“Nah. Ov-I’ve had it this afternoon. We can go with whatever you want.” You knew where he was going. He would go to Solive Garden. He was always a sucker for their salad and made from scratch soup. Your thoughts were right when he turned on the next corner. The green sign now within sight. Lucky enough, he saw a vacant lot and parked the car.

Meanwhile, the car parked opposite from yours had a rather different aura going on.

“Mimic.” Overhaul threatened the small creature sitting in the backseat. “You had one job and that was to order food from Niller Union.”

“It wasn’t my fault, boss!” He chirped. “They cancelled at the last minute. I already told them that the leader of the yakuza was the one ordering but they just ended the call.”

Massaging his temples, he could feel the hives starting to form due to rage at the small mishap. Somehow, he had found himself in the car with Chrono behind the wheel and Mimic strapped like a child in the back. Perhaps he just needed a change of scenery since he had no interest in demolishing the whole base tonight. Or so he thought.

“Hey… Isn’t that?” Chrono thought out loud to get Overhaul’s attention.

You had just exited your car, with Levi opening the door for you. Seeing how you were all smiles with another male was something he had not expected. More so when the other male was none other than Levi Ackerman. His golden orbs followed as the two of you walked side by side, entering the establishment.

Chrono simply watched his boss through his peripheral view. What would he do in this instance? It was hidden well but he could see Kai slowly appearing from the depths of Overhaul.

“Mimic. Get out of your suit and buy the meal.”

“Aw, c’mon! Just cause your jealous of that lady with Ackerwacker doesn’t mean you get to use me to spy on them.”

Boy, did Chrono wish he had popcorn.

“You caused this mess. Now get the hell out of that suit before I kill you inside this very car. THRICE.”

Incoherent cursing soon followed. Mimic was sporting his true form. Veins popping from anger. Slamming the door, he stomped towards the store before flipping the vehicle off. Now that the two of them were alone, he waited till Overhaul seemingly calmed down.

“They’re probably just teaming up for a case.” Chrono stated. He was secretly living for the moment. It wasn’t too often he’d see the boss in that state. In his mind, he knew that Kai would ask him to trail you till you reach your building.

“Then why the hell is that troublemaker driving her car, Kurono?” His inner thoughts were thinking of scenarios as to why you would spend time with Ackerwacker. That smile you showcased was something he barely got from you. And then we have this shortstack who got it from you effortlessly. “Follow her till she gets home.”

There it was.

“Isn’t she too preoccupied to date?” Conversations were still possible as of the moment. “I thought you were slowly advancing already.”

“She never stated she was single or not.” Not that it mattered. He would do whatever it takes to make you his. No one had ever fallen asleep on the phone with him, spoke to him so freely, or even sent a rather inviting selfie at 11pm. Furrowing his brows at his thoughts, he cleared his throat and let out a sigh. “Forget it. She’s merely a pawn that I can easily replace. Go back to base after this.”

‘He’s back.’ Chrono thought. That was the end of the conversation. But, that small gesture was a sign that he was internally fighting his consciousness. ‘Shit. This is going to be a long night.’

The doors slid open once more. Ackerw-Levi and you were making your way back to your car. You were holding the take out while he held onto the drinks. The two men inside the car watched as the unwanted man stretched out his hand to grab the food from your arms. The car was hella tinted but he could see the small blush growing on your cheek.

Once more, Chrono wished he had some popcorn.

They observed as Levi opened your car door and handed you the food. His jaw tightened and fists clenched when he saw him entering the driver’s side. He was too engrossed that he had not noticed Mimic entering the car. Struggling in the backseat due to his size. When your car revved to life, all 3 men watched as the car left.

Starting the car, Chrono knew his boss’ mind flipped into Kai. Taking his time, he slowly drove out of the establishment.

“Follow them, Kurono.”

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so... did ya’ll like today’s special guest? xD I love Levi Ackerman so I decided to just use him for the sake of drama huehuehue still :) if ya’ll have comments or questions, feel free to ask :D take care!

#overhaul x reader #overhaul #bnha overhaul #mha overhaul #chisaki kai x reader #bnha chisaki kai #mha chisaki kai #chisaki kai #levi ackerman is god tier and i love him so much #forgive me if i crossover'd for a bit #but it is levi so pls accept my apologies

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