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17caratfics · 6 years ago

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What about 29 and 40 with Seungcheol?

29. “How is my wife more badass than me?”40. “The kids. They ambushed me.”

You came home and saw utter chaos. There were crayon strewn drawings everywhere, books scattered on the floor and the leftover vestiges of what must have once been a pillow fort piled near the sofa. The only thing that made you pause was how quiet it was in the house.

“Seungcheol?” You called out softly as you rounded the corner to peer into the empty kitchen. You padded down the hallway and saw that the door to your children’s rooms were both halfway closed and judging from the dim light, they were fast asleep.

When you neared your room, you heard the shower running and smiled to yourself. It was rare for your husband to spend a day along with the children and clearly the aftermath was as you expected.

You turned the knob of the bathroom door and carefully swung it open just in time for the water to turn off. Seungcheol slid open the glass door and it was a testament to how tired he was that despite being completely undressed in front of you, he made no innuendo. Instead he raised an eyebrow slightly as he nodded in acknowledgement.

“Hey.”

You took the towel and wrapped it around him before pressing yourself against his dripping chest. “You look exhausted.”

His arms came around you so that he could rest his chin on your shoulder. You didn’t mind that your blouse was getting soaked. “The kids. They ambushed me.”

Clucking your tongue, you pulled away to grin softly at him. “You make it sound like you’ve been to war and back.”

“I have,” he took your hand and led you out to the room. “I swear they’re always so well behaved when I come home. But today it was like they were unleashed.”

You sat on the bed and watched him drop the towel to pull on his pajama set. “Baby, can you stay home with me tomorrow? I don’t think I have the energy to do one more day alone.”

“Choi Seungcheol,” you scolded, “these are your children you’re talking about.”

“I know, and I’m just a tired, defeated dad. I need my co-captain to help me get them in line.”

You held out your arms and allowed him to climb into your embrace. “What did they do?”

“Junyoung wanted to play forts and war which was all fun and games until he accidentally knocked a pillow into Jaelyn’s face. Obviously that prompted a time out and quiet time coloring before the sugar high from rice kicked in.”

Your eyebrows raised automatically. “Rice?”

Seungcheol laughed a little and shifted so that you were tucked into his chest. “Well, maybe they had ice cream.”

“Was this before or after dinner?”

He hummed, the low vibrations rumbling in his chest. “I’d rather not say.”

Despite your words, you hugged him tighter. “Then I’d have to declare that you did this to yourself.”

“I couldn’t help it! You don’t understand. Jaelyn’s eyes when she’s begging for something is exactly like yours when you want me to do something, and I’m just absolutely putty in her hands.”

You laughed and placed a kiss against his shirt. “Tomorrow, I’ll show you how it’s done.”

Sure enough, the living room the next night was the epitome of familymagazine perfection. Your two children were sitting on the floor, surrounded by their coloring books, cozy in their matching pajamas. Seungcheol and you were holding one another on the couch, looking through photos your friends had sent of their vacation.

He placed a kiss on the top of your head. “How is my wife more badass than me?”

“Because I’m not out to spoil my children rotten.”

The kids, upon hearing the quiet murmurs of their parents’ conversation, abandoned their drawings to curl against your warm bodies. You shifted so that they could have room and chuckled at how they fought to have sole possession of Seungcheol’s chest.

“Children, there is more than enough of daddy to go around.”

Seungcheol was laughing as he settled both squirming bodies between his arms and pouted slightly when you slipped away to lie next to him instead. “I can fit you too,” he protested.

You pressed against his back and stroked your children’s hair. “Hmm, maybe you can save that spot for the baby.” You said it idly but his ears immediately caught on.

“Baby?” And despite the difficulty, he still managed to turn his head to look at you.

The slow smile you gave him was answer enough as you moved closer to him so he could feel the barely there protrusion of your stomach.

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dailylangdon · 6 years ago

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Intertwined: It Begins (1)

“Oh you and I...Safe from the world, though the world will try.”

Jaelyn Price was probably crazy. It had been two days since her MRI, and now wires were adhered to her body as she prepped for a sleep study. She had scars on her hands and irrational thoughts constantly buzzing around in her head. But those weren’t the reasons for the constant examinations. The problem was her boyfriend, Michael.

It had been three years since they me in her room when she was 14. She was dreaming, and then he came. He was kind, a bit mischievous, and handsome in a boyish way. The time they spent together made Jaelyn happier than she’d been in a while. The only problem was that he didn’t exist.

When Jaelyn first told her mother, she expected her to find it weird or funny. But Susan Price was incredibly concerned. All Jaelyn wanted to do was share about the boy she’d dreamt about for so long, but Susan was convinced it was a big problem. She consulted many medical and psychological professionals to treat Jaelyn. She was 17, nearly a high school graduate, but she felt so small and afraid. It was a mistake to tell her mother about Michael, but it was too late to change anything.

A nurse in purple Scooby Doo scrubs gave Jaelyn a glass of water. The nurse was at the doorway in about three steps. She turned around, lush ponytail swishing over her shoulder.

“Just try to relax,” She flipped the light switch. “All you have to do is sleep.”

Yeah, Jaelyn thought. Easy for you to say. Outwardly, she nodded and smiled.

She downed the water, though it was warm and tasted metallic. The pillow was too soft, and she sunk into the bed as she lay and stared at the ceiling. She closed her eyes, never feeling more alone than she did in that cold, dark room.

When Jaelyn opened her eyes again, she knew she wasn’t really awake. The small room was covered in a light blue haze that always accompanied Michael’s visits. The wires and cords weren’t attached to her body anymore. She turned onto her side and saw him leaning coolly against the dark wall.

Michael wore dark jeans and a black muscle shirt. His arms were crossed, and his strawberry blond waves were tousled as usual.

Jaelyn shoved herself up to sit. She gave him a once over and sighed.

“Seriously?” she grumbled.

He barely fought a smirk. “What?”

“You could have taken me anywhere,” she said. He had, in the past, taken her to parks or movies. Sometimes, a nice picnic. “And you’re dressed. I’m in my stupid pajamas.”

She gestured to her big ratty t-shirt and flannel pants. The rules of the sleep study were that she wears what she usually wore to bed. In these /dreams, though, she often wore jeans and a t-shirt. Sometimes a simple dress, if it fit the occasion.

Michael’s eyes danced as he pushed himself off the wall to sit next to her on the bed.

“You were scared, and you wanted me to be here. So, I came.” His hand rested on the back of her neck, fingers gently caressing the back of her scalp. “Do you want to go somewhere else?”

She tried to take comfort in his touch, like she usually did. He could take her anywhere. But she’d still feel the same sinking feeling.

“No, it’s fine,” she looked down at her hands and noticed one of her scabs was bleeding from picking.

Michael’s large hands came into view as he put them on hers.

She paused, raising her dark eyes to the familiar shade of blue.

“Anything you want to talk about?”

He still wore the smirk on his lips, but his eyes shone with sincerity.

Jaelyn looked at their now intertwined fingers. “After all these results come back, they’ll find out I’m crazy. Then they’ll send me to an asylum and electroshock me until I forget you and everything else. And I don’t wanna forget you, even though it’d probably be better if I did.”

Her vision went blurry. The only sounds for a moment were her sniffles and distant beeping in other rooms.

“Jaelyn,” his voice was just above a whisper. “Can you look at me please?”

With some effort, she met his eyes again. They were such an icy shade but made her feel so warm. How did he do it?

He let go of her hands to hold the sides of her face. His thumbs wiped stray tears from her cheeks.

“You are not crazy, I promise. The tests will come back normal.”

“How do you know that?” She challenged.

“Trust me,” he said. “And I’ve told you, if you ever want me to go, I will. Especially if it would make your life easier.”

Jaelyn’s life wasn’t miserable by any means. It was just hard. Her father left before Jaelyn was born, and her mother barely had enough money to support the two of them. The medical bills weren’t helping at all. She knew it would be better to take him up on the offer. But she also knew she was a lot happier having him around.

“Michael,” her hands went to the sides of his waist, “I don’t ever want you to leave.”

His smile had a tinge of sadness that came up every once in a while. “Then I won’t.”

She had a clear view of his face after the tears stopped. It was amazing that her mind could create such a fucking angelic face. Her eyes trailed down to his lips, and she pulled him for a kiss.

Michael’s kisses, to her, were kind of like an atomic fireball candy. They were so warm, almost too much at times. At the same time, they were comforting and sweet. It was the sweetness that made them go overboard at times. Too many times, she’d woken up with swollen lips (Her mother insisted she must have bitten her own lips). Once, she had purple love bites peppering her neck and collarbone (Luckily, it was winter, so she wore a week’s worth of turtlenecks.).

Michael broke the kiss, his forehead resting against hers.

“If we don’t stop, your heart rate will mess up the results.”

“You sure think a lot of yourself,” she said.

He chuckled, pressing his lips against hers again. “You better go back to sleep.”

“I’m already asleep.”

“You know what I mean.”

And she did. If she spent a long time with Michael during the night, she’d wake up happy, but tired. It almost felt like she hadn’t slept at all.

Michael kissed her yet again and started to stand.

“Wait,” Jaelyn said, clutching his shirt. “Will you sleep with me?”

He quirked a brow, the smirk returning to his lips.

“Just sleep, Michael,” she rolled her eyes.

When he nodded, she lay down, rolling over to face the wall. A content smile came to her face as his body pressed against the back of hers. His arms wrapped around her middle, and his chin rested on top of her head. He repeated something Jaelyn heard him say dozens of times.

“There’s so much I want to tell you.”

"I know." She yawned and fell into a deeper sleep.

Next Chapter

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goddessofthundathighs · 6 years ago

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Iqiniso

Chapter 3

Pairing: Redeemed!Erik/ Killmonger x Black OC

Word Count: 1,900

A/N: This chapter is sad.. sorry not sorry. I’ll make up for it in chapter 4.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

“Finally!” Jaelyn quietly whispered as the last few drops of liquid dripped into the vial. For the last few weeks she’s been studying Dr. Chiron and the Iqiniso strain like a hawk, learning its chemical makeup and experimenting with refining it to a liquid form. After about 20 failed attempts, she’d finally done it. She couldn’t wait to report back to Agent Spade with her findings. But first, there was a tiny matter that she needed to attend to.

Hennessy was seated at the vibranium desk in her office, a gift from King T’Challa after she’d opened the dispensary. She was reviewing the patents for her three most successful strains as well as the land plots Erik had sent her from Wakanda. She’d already decided that he and Abasi’s daughter Tao would be the overseers of the dispensaries there, given Tao’s scientific prowess and Erik’s business sense. The fact that the two of them spent more time in Wakanda than she did also played a factor in her decision making. Erik still hadn’t returned home which meant she was still avoiding Agent Spade and her questioning. She had accomplished so much and didn’t want it all to come crashing down once they finally spoke. A swift knock at her office door pulled her from her thoughts.

“Come in,” Hennessy called, placing the paperwork in the desk drawer.

“Hi Dr. Chiron, I’ve come to ask a favor.”

“I’m listening,” Hennessy responded.

“Well, my mother’s real sick and I was wondering if I could have the rest of the day off to spend some time with her. The doctors aren’t real sure how much time she has left,” Jaelyn added in an attempt to pull at the good doctor’s heartstrings. Hennessy only looked at the girl, completely unfazed by the Oscar-worthy performance. She still couldn’t place it, but there was something about this girl that rubbed her the wrong way. As a means of getting the young woman out of her office and out of her face, she agreed to let her have the rest of the day off with the promise that she’d work later the following day.

“Thank you so much Dr. C! I promise you won’t regret this,” Jaelyn called over her shoulder, vial tucked safely in her purse. As she made her way out of the laboratory, she placed a call to Agent Spade.

“Did you get it?” Jaelyn rolled her eyes at the lack of greeting before engaging in the conversation.

“Well hello to you too, Spade. Yes I have the serum and am on my way back to D.C.”

“Perfect! She’s stalled me long enough, I’m sending Baxter to bring her in.”

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“Erik!” Hennessy squealed when Erik crossed the threshold of their shared condo. Erik laughed into her hair as she clung to him tightly like a spider monkey in a tree.

“Missed you too, Princess,” he responded, returning her hug a placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“How have things been around here?” he asked, setting his bags down on the floor.

He noticed how quickly the energy switched in the room as well as how her demeanor changed, so he pressed further.

“What’s been going on around here babygirl?” he asked, gently running his fingers through her thick coils.

“It’s like Agent Spade knew you weren’t here. Every time I turned around, she was there. She keeps asking me to come to D.C. for questioning regarding Ares’ death. I’ve been stalling as much as I could, waiting for you to come back.”

He could tell by the way her voice shook that she was afraid and he hated that for her. True enough she’d done some fucked up things in her past, but she wasn’t a monster.

“Is that all that’s been bothering you?” he questioned, pulling her onto his lap on the couch. Instead of responding, she buried her face in the side of his neck. The smell of his cologne calmed her. For the first time in the two months that he’d been gone, she relaxed, comfortable in the knowledge that her protector was back home. His fingers on her chin brought her out of her thoughts as he lifted her head so that their eyes met.

“Talk to me,” he cooed, tucking a few stray curls behind her ear.

“There’s this new intern that started that rubs me the wrong way. Don’t get me wrong, she’s incredibly smart and exceptional in what she does, but it’s just something about her that leaves a sour taste in my mouth.”

“Need me to drop by the lab tomorrow and check her out?”

“Actually, yeah.” Hennessy responded. Erik’s aura was one that told others not to fuck with him. She knew if anyone could get to the bottom of this whole Jaelyn business, it would be him. She turned her body sideways so that her legs draped over Erik’s and onto the couch. She resumed her original position with her head resting on his shoulder and cuddled deeper in his arms.

“I’m so glad you’re home,” she admitted before drifting off to sleep.

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Hennessy woke with a jolt, body instantly growing cold when she realized that she was on the couch alone. She reached over to grab her phone from the bedside table to check the time, 11:45 am.

“Damn,” she thought to herself. She’d forgotten how well she slept when Erik was home and it was nice to sleep in for a change. Taking in how late it was, she decided to take the remainder of the day off for a little self-care. She’d been working ridiculous hours and needed to realign her chakras. After a confirmation text from Erik that he’d go by to check on the lab, she decided on a nice long soak in the bath. She’d just finished adding lavender oil to the water when a rough knock came to her door.

“Dr. Chiron?” the burly man asked.

“Yes,” Hennessy responded, one eyebrow raised.

The man held up the warrant before continuing.

“I’m Agent Baxter and you’re under arrest for the murder of Ares Green.”

Hennessy looked like a deer in headlights. Of all the times for Erik to not be home, it had to be this one. She moved to grab her keys and phone before Agent Baxter stopped her.

“Leave your phone, it’s not allowed in the Pentagon.”

The Pentagon?! You’re taking me to D.C.?!”

“Yes ma’am, now come on. I don’t have all day!” Agent Baxter snapped.

Hennessy followed behind reluctantly, cursing herself for telling Erik that she didn’t need Ayo watching her.

The ride to D.C. seemed longer than usual. She and Erik would make the seven-hour trip some Saturdays when neither of them had anything better to do. She felt her heart sink to the pits of her stomach. She wasn’t sure what awaited her in D.C., but she knew she’d feel better if Erik was there or if she even got the chance to let him know where she was. She knew he’d be pissed once he came home and saw that she wasn’t there.

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Erik made his way to the laboratory in the back of the dispensary. He was a familiar face so none of the other interns batted an eye at his appearance, except one. Jaelyn almost dropped a beaker full of sulfuric acid at the sight of him. Her body still quaked at the thought of the week they spent together during his time at MIT. She turned around quickly, hoping that her mistake went unnoticed, but Erik noticed everything, especially those that looked out of place. He stalked up behind her slowly, like big cat stalking prey. He waiting until she was done with the chemical before discreetly grabbing a fistful of her coils.

“You got 10 seconds to tell me what the fuck you doing here, trust fund baby,” he growled in her ear.

“That’s Agent Trust Fund Baby to you, Stevens. And I’m only here to keep an eye on your psychopathic girlfriend,” she snapped back, silently wishing one of the other interns would pay attention to what was going on.

“She’s not a psychopath,” he growled back, gripping her coils tighter. If she wasn’t in fear for her life, Jaelyn would be incredibly turned on right now.

“Oh, but she is and she’s about to tell Agent Spade all of her dirty little secrets with the help of her own creation,” Jaelyn teased, holding up one of the vials of liquid Iqiniso.

Erik immediately saw red. He knew that Spade was shiesty, but he never could have imagined that she’d stoop that low. Erik quickly released Jaelyn and made his way back to his Jeep. He could only hope that he’d make it to D.C. before it was too late.

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“Dr. Chiron! So nice of you to finally meet with me,” Agent Spade exclaimed as she walked into the interrogation room.

After the long drive, Hennessy was exhausted and hungry. She wanted to get the entire ordeal over with so she could find some food and a bed before returning to Cambridge the following morning.

“Would you like some water?” Agent Spade asked, producing a water bottle from her pocket.

Hennessy took it eagerly, drinking like she’d been stuck in a desert for weeks. Once she was done, Agent Spade continued.

“I’m sure you know why you’re here, so we’ll just dive right into it. Did you kill Ares Green?”

Hennessy wanted to say ‘no’, but found herself at a loss for words instead. She immediately noticed this as a side effect of Iqiniso and realized exactly how much trouble she was really in.

“What’s the matter Shy? Truth got your tongue?” Agent Spade teased.

“How about I ask a different question. How old were you when you first killed?”

“14.”

“Who did you kill?”

“My foster father.”

“Why?”

“He was raping my foster sister. I stabbed him and dumped his body in the Mississippi River.”

The words were flowing out of Hennessy like lava spilling from a volcano. Her tears were flowing just as freely, knowing that these confessions would be the end of her career.

“Now, I’ll ask again, did you murder Ares Green?” Agent Spade barked.

“Yes,” Hennessy replied weakly.

Before Agent Spade could get another word out, she was cut off by the sound of gunfire and yelling outside the room. Hennessy immediately recognized the angry voice as Erik’s and revelled in the thought that he’d come to rescue her. Her revelry was instantly cut short by a stinging pain in her stomach. She looked down at herself and through blurry vision she saw red. The last thing she saw was Agent Spade standing over her, the barrel of her glock 9 pointed at her face before she blacked out.

Erik cradled the semi-lifeless body as a child would their favorite teddy bear. Everything that they both had worked so hard for was crashing down around him. Blood was everywhere; her face, arms, and torso. As much as he fought them back, his tears were falling in streams. He cursed himself and T’Challa. If they’d gotten back sooner, he would’ve been able to prevent this and she’d still be with him. His ears rang and his vision blurred. The world around him became shrouded in darkness as the Beast began to rise to the surface. He’d fix this. Everyone involved in his love’s current predicament would suffer until she came back to him.

“Don’t worry Princess,” he whispered into her hair.

“Killmonger will make it all better.”

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