#Medic packed him up with his bare hands btw

[cheemscakecat]

How each Tf2 merc would act if they were alone at Fazbear’s Frights.

Inspired by watching FNAF vs Tf2 Ep 2 [go watch it]

Engineer:

>Ignores the phone call. Fixes the faulty ventilation and security system in like 15 minutes [if it even takes that long]

>Notices Springtrap moving on the cameras as he’s double checking that he fixed them.

>Builds an Engineer nest out of whatever was in his toolbox +the box in the security office.

>Ignores the hallucinations after the first one.

>Springtrap gets gunned down by a sentry in the doorway to the office. Alternatively, if Springtrap tries going into the office through the vent, he’ll be A. Gunned down via shotgun, or B. Tore up by a newfangled building that Engineer built inside the vent. [It depends on how much scrap Engie had to work with]

>Engineer proceeds to leave Fazbear’s fright now that the danger has passed.

Sniper:

>Ignores the phone call. Uses the security panel out of curiosity and notices Springtrap move.

>Decides to make a blockage in the vent using the box of old parts in the office. That’ll slow the “buggering old mold rabbit” down and make a commotion if he goes that way.

>Aims the rifle at the doorway, with the Kukri ready in case Springtrap tries to get in through the vent.

>Tries to slash one of the hallucinations, realizes it’s a hallucination, and proceeds to ignore them in favor of watching for Springtrap.

>Springtrap is shot in the knees and then chest as he tries to come through the doorway. If that isn’t enough to “kill” him, Sniper will proceed to slash him up with the Kukri. The fight goes about the same if Springtrap comes through the vent, but Sniper will probably lead with the Kukri to gain some distance before aiming with the rifle.

>Sniper makes sure to saturate Springtrap in pee before leaving Fazbear’s Fright and drinking in the clean night air.

Soldier:

>Listens to the phone call until he decides the caller is a hippie and hangs up. [Approximately 2 seconds]

>Messes around with the security cameras until he sees Springtrap move.

>Decides to leave the office because he doesn’t respect hippie instructions, or the faulty security panel.

>Soldier proceeds to lob grenades and crockets at each of the hallucinations. The structural integrity of the building is questionable, and there’s smoke and rubble everywhere.

>Springtrap tries to sneak up on Soldier in the smoke and kill him, but is thwarted by the fact that Soldier is built different. He doesn’t do nearly as much damage as hoped.

>Soldier either wrecks Springtrap with a grenade/crocket, or decides to get naked and beat him up. Springtrap ends up “dead” either way.

>Soldier leaves the building, which only crumbles after he leaves because funny.

Heavy:

>Listens to the phone call while also tapping on the security panel to see how it works.

>Notices Springtrap moving on the camera.

>Decides to get Sasha and leave the office to investigate.

>Jumps at one of the hallucinations before realizing it’s not real and proceeding on his way.

>Springtrap sits down at his spot and pretends not to be alive, hoping Heavy will be dumb enough to get close so he has a shot to bite him.

>Heavy shoots Springtrap with Sasha to see if he’s a hallucination/real “zombie cartoon”/a disguised Spy. Springtrap reacts to the pain and gets properly gunned down.

>Heavy decides to take the Freddy prop head as a souvenir and leaves Fazbear’s Fright.

>The prop head turns out to be haunted, but that was expected. After passing hands on the team for a while, Pyro ends up keeping the mask and having tea parties with it.

Scout:

>Tries to talk with the guy on the phone before realizing it’s a recording and giving up.

>Messes around with the security system, but gets bored of the camera before Springtrap moves.

>Decides to root through the box of props in the office just to see if there’s anything cool/interesting in it.

>Gets spooked by a hallucination while he’s playing with old props.

>Checks the camera again. Springtrap has moved.

>Panic

>Remembers he has a gun and a metal baseball bat.

>Remembers he has bonk.

>Scout drinks the bonk and bolts for the exit. The door is locked, so he starts trying to break it down with his body/the bat.

>Springtrap arrives, acting extra spooky because he assumes Scout is nothing more than a scaredy-cat man-child. And as someone who literally targeted defenseless children, scaredy-cat man-children are the next best thing. [William is pathetic fr]

>Scout responds by pulling out his gun and unloading every bullet into Springtrap’s chest and face. He then starts beating the everloving tar out of the ”weird freakin sewer rabbit” with the bat until it stops moving.

>Scout decides to run through the building so he can find the freaking keys. Once he finds them he leaves as soon as humanly possible.

Pyro:

>Listens to the phone, realizes it’s not Ms Pauling, and stops listening.

>Dumps out the box in the office, takes all the cute masks and desk toys, and wanders out into the attraction.

>Wanders through the attraction and plays with the props, hallucinations spring up to try and scare him. But he just waves and acts happy to see them.

>Springtrap, watching from afar, decides to trick this overgrown child like he tricked so many real kids all those years ago. After all, if this strange masked man-child is so keen on the hallucinations, it must mean he’ll look like a friendly rabbit again.

>Pyro stops frolicking as Springtrap comes up and tries to act nice. At first, Springtrap assumes he must just be surprised, but the seconds drag on and he is still just standing there, motionless.

>Pyro pulls out his axe and starts charging at “the bad man”. Springtrap tries to run away, but finds himself in a dead end.

>Springtrap is cut up with the axe and then set on fire.

>Pyro leaves the flaming building with arms full of old masks and toys.

Demoman:

>Answers phone, then hangs up and looks through the security panel.

>Doesn’t notice Springtrap moving and closes the camera.

>Starts drinking whatever alcohol he has with him.

>Gets spooked by a hallucination. Decides to look back at the cameras for other supernatural happenings.

>Notices Springtrap. Gets annoyed.

>Leaves bombs in the doorway and the vent, stands far enough away to avoid the explosions.

>Springtrap walks into bombs and explodes into chunks. Demoman realizes the air is getting too thick soon after and leaves the building.

Spy:

>Answers phone but gets annoyed listening to the phone guy’s voice and hangs up.

>Looks through the security panel and runs the ventilation because the building reeks of mildew and mold.

>Ventilation system breaks immediately afterwards. Gets annoyed and decides not to even try lighting a cigarette.

>Looks through the security cams and notices Springtrap moving.

>Decides that getting “Black mold mascot” material on his gloves, much less suit, is off the table. There will be no backstabbing this thing.

>Turns invisible with the revolver in hand. Creeps out into the attraction.

>Hallucinations appear but don’t get a reaction because he’s trained himself to be quiet. Hallucinations decide he’s no fun and give up.

>Sneaks up to Springtrap, identifies the smell of rotting meat and realizes there’s a zombie in the costume.

>Springtrap is shot in the exposed hole in his back and then in the head. Spy unloads all of the bullets in the revolver just to make sure this thing stays down.

>Spy leaves Fazbear’s Fright, making sure to get far away before attempting to light a cigarette. He decides to go into the nearest gas station to wash up, because the feeling of having Fazbear corpse air stuck to you is worse than a badly cleaned men’s room.

Medic:

>Answers phone, gets bored and then hangs up.

>Plays with the security system and notices Springtrap moving on the camera.

>Interest piqued, he leaves the office to go investigate.

>Springtrap gets knocked out with a tranquilizer dart and wakes up in the security office.

>The security panel has been strapped to Springtrap’s chest and allows him to talk via text. Medic asks how he became a zombie glued to the costume out of genuine curiosity.

>Springtrap decides Medic must be equally evil as him and proudly reveals that he’s a child murderer.

>

>William wakes up in Hell. Medic sold his soul to the devil to make sure he stayed in the ground.

>Medic leaves Fazbear’s fright and walks to the nearest bar so he can get out of the frightful bad mood he’s in.

[beautifulfuckup99]

A Yoongi smut where he is very cold and rude but head over heels for her

Im getting addicted to your stories btw🥹

OMG, thank you so much! Love ya!

Title: Only for you

Warning(s): Classic "Black cat/Golden Retriever" Energy, Curs!ng, D!rty Talk, Bathroom S!x, Creamp!e, Oral, and Fluff

Author's Note: "Hates everyone but you" trope is my absolute FAV! Hope you enjoy, and also this is a "Non-Idol!AU"!

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"No."

"Yoongi-"

"No. No!"

"Baby, please! It's just-"

"No, no, no! Nope! Nah! No!"

You sigh deeply and move to straddle your boyfriend's lap as he shakes his head continuously. "Y/N. Don't." He warns and you smirk at him, knowing you'd get your way eventually. It was cute how he always tried to 'put his foot down' though.

"Baby... Focus on the set." You say calmly as you place his hands on your new lingerie set you'd gone out to buy just today. You knew you'd need the big guns for tonight. Black silk barely covered your body that was freshly washed, shaved, and lathered in vanilla lotion.

"Y/N, that's not fair!" He argues as he grips the fabric of your boy shorts in his hands.

"It's a night out, to a nice lounge, to celebrate my co-worker's birthday." You justify. Yoongi had no real desire to always go out and party. If he was forced into it, he'd have to get drunk. That's how he became more sociable and friendly. But other than that, he didn't have the patience for a night out. Or a day out. Or... Well, if it involved other people, let's just say Yoongi wasn't interested.

You knew getting him out would be hard. Especially right now. He couldn't drink thanks to his pain medication the doctors just put him on due to the cold air hurting his prier shoulder injury. You knew tonight, he'd have no real vice to hold on to. Besides you, that is.

"Can't we just... Wish her happy birthday over the phone? I mean, YOU don't even like her!" Yoongi mutters and you snort, moving to kiss along your boyfriend's neck.

"Y/N... I'm serious..." He grumbles as you lay him back, smiling at him innocently. "Don't 'sex brain' me. I'm not going." He says flatly and you hum as you kiss down his body slowly.

"Sex brain?! I'd do..." *kiss* "No..." *kiss* "Such..." *kiss* "Thing..." You mutter between kisses as you get to the waistband of his sweats.

"It's all cold out there, and the snow is mushy, and the lounge is gonna be packed, and I don't even li... Like... Oh..." Yoongi breathes out as you start to softly kiss the outline of his dick through his sweatpants.

"Go ahead, baby. You can complain..." You whisper patiently before rubbing the slowly swelling outline.

"Fuck..." He breathes out and groans. "Y/N, that's not... Fair." He huffs as you slowly pull out his cock and kiss the tip sweetly, as if greeting the thick member. It was your best friend after all...

"We'll give it a few hours, and then we'll say our goodbyes and head out." You say gently as you stroke your hand slowly up and down his shaft.

"I hate your coworkers..." He groans and you smirk at that. Yoongi wasn't judgmental by any means. But your fellow coworkers... They really didn't like his style, or his job, or his opinions and viewpoints... Actually, they didn't like Yoongi in general. You two really were from different worlds and you knew the world you came from was full of stuck-up rich people who only ever saw Yoongi for where he came from.

"Just think about it like this..." You begin before softly licking up his cock, watching the tip twitch. "You get to see that new red dress on me tonight, if you just agree to come." You mumble before swirling your tongue along the tip as he moans.

"Fuck, Y/N..." He moans as his hips buck up slightly, trying to feel your mouth more. It makes you moan around his tip, which in turn, makes him gasp happily. "O-Ok, ok. Just... Suck my cock, baby..." He pants, needing this. You smile and move your hand upwards along his cock, doing a twisting motion.

"And you'll try and be nice...?" You taunt, watching in amusement as he nods fast.

"Ye... Yes!" He pants hotly, hand moving to grip your hair. You smirk and get right to work...

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"You said you'd be nice." You hiss in Yoongi's ear. He grumbles a bit in response, and you snort at the sound. "I agreed to try." He corrects in your ear, and you snicker before going back to the conversation the table was having about this week and the bad weather.

"What are you two whispering about over there?" A male coworker jokingly asks.

"Oh, you know Y/N is Yoongi's little mouthpiece." Another jokes and Yoongi stares them down till they stop their laughing. You facepalm slightly. He always had this dark, icy glare. Like a shark...

"So, uh... Yoongi," Another coworker speaks up, eyeing his leather jacket with a fake smile on her face as if she wasn't judging his outfit right now. "How's your little... Business going?" She asks with a soft laugh. Yoongi scrunches his nose at the question, eyeing her in an annoyed fashion.

"Oh, things are going great! Just had a deal close the other day, he's doing great things." You say fast in order to clear up the tension before Yoongi really comes out of his mouth with an attitude. You were actually surprised he hasn't already.

"God, do you ever talk?" Another coworker tries joking and Yoongi finally speaks up.

"Do you ever shut up? You should try it sometime, maybe it'll help lessen my headache." He says bluntly and then fake laughs. You cover your mouth as to not laugh at the shocked look on your coworker's face.

"Please, excuse us!" You say fast and get up, grabbing Yoongi and dragging him off with you. You lead him towards the bathroom and playfully hit his arm.

"I said be nice!" You say and he hums as he eyes you.

"You said try." He defends and you rub your face tiredly before you feel your boyfriend pull you into his arms. You playfully grumble and let him kiss the side of your face and down your neck lightly.

"You're such a pain..." You mutter and pull back to eye your boyfriend. He looked absolutely delicious tonight. "How the hell can I get you to behave?" You whisper and he eyes you with a smirk playing on his lips.

"I can make a suggestion..." He says and you hum.

"Reading your mind as we speak..." You tease and pull at his arm, dragging him off to the ladies bathroom.

The second you realize the coast is clear, Yoongi's already grabbing you and pulling you to the sinks. You laugh at his eagerness. "No way you're still horny..." You mutter against his lips as he kisses you hungrily.

"Blame it on this fucking dress." He grumbles and you snicker proudly, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"We're gonna have to hurry. Can't keep 'em waiting forever." You whisper.

"Fuck them..." Yoongi mutters with a snort before focusing on your neck. You shut your eyes and hum in enjoyment till you feel him bite your neck.

"Yoongi! No hickeys!" You pant.

"What? Don't want them knowing what we snuck off to do? Hm? Too bad. I want all those stuck-up assholes to know their fancy titles and big watches mean shit. Because you'd still rather fuck me." He smirks and his proud smirk makes you laugh.

"Oh? Makes you feel like you won the big dick having contest?" You joke and he presses against you.

"I don't know. You tell me..." He whispers cockily and you playfully mush his face.

"Don't talk my ear off. Hurry up." You giggle and grab the back of his neck to pull his lips to yours, kissing him deeply and passionately. He kisses back with the same heat. His hands reach under your dress for your underwear, and you shiver at the coldness of his hands.

"Wanna warm them up?" He whispers against your lips before sliding his fingers along your inner thighs.

"Fuck..." You gasp softly and your head goes back against the mirror as he slides two fingers between your folds. "Mm... Yoongi..." You gasp and he bites your collarbone as he strokes your clit.

"Please. I need it..." You pant out as if suffocated by your own desire. He pulls his fingers away and sucks them clean, much to your bashful delight. You're quick to undo his belt and the second his cock is free; your legs are spreading.

"Ha. I've trained you well..." He jokes and kisses you deeply as your legs tug him by the hips so he can slide into you already. "Fucking eager..." He taunts and slides into you. "Fuck. You were made for me..." He groans happily and you lean back to look at him with soft eyes.

"How romantic..." You tease as he bottoms out inside of you. You moan as your head rolls back.

"So fucking pretty." He whispers as he watches you closely. You grab his face.

"You can be romantic with me after you finish fucking me." You pant as you grab him in need. You core felt on fire.

"Yes, ma'am..." He whispers and gives in to you. He fucks you a bit faster as you yank off his leather jacket to feel more of him. His hands grip your hips tight to hold you in place and your hands grip the sides of the sink so you can hold your legs open. His hands go to the back of your knees to hold your legs up and wide apart.

"Yes! Oh fuck!" You moan out as your head presses against the mirror more.

"Why so loud? Because no one can hear you." He taunts in your ear, and you shiver at the thought.

"Give me more. Please..." You pant. You never knew what you were begging for exactly, but Yoongi somehow gave you what you needed every time. He angels his hips to find your spot as his thumb goes to your clit. "Baby!" You cry out as you grip his arms, always careful of holding him and he was always grateful of that...

He kisses you sloppily and pumps in and out of you, enjoying your own private world for a moment until there's a knock on the bathroom door. You're quick to cover Yoongi's mouth.

"Y-Yes?" You call as calmly as you can.

"Y/N? That you?" One of your male co-workers, Timothy, asks, and Yoongi laughs from behind your hand. You give him a look to stay quiet.

"Y-Yup. Yeah, it's me." You shakily call out cause Yoongi has decided now is a great time to slowly bottom out inside of you, so you feel every inch of him...

Your eyes roll back slightly at the pressure and the feel of his tip pressed firmly against your sweet spot.

"Are you okay in there? Did your little boy toy leave? We're sorry if we made you two fight." Tim says in an innocent tone that you and Yoongi knew wasn't so innocent. You knew Tim had a little workplace crush on you, but you were sure that always talking and showing off Yoongi would one day snap him out of whatever he thought was gonna happen between you two. But there was no realization coming from him anytime soon.

"Oh, no, we're-" You're stopped from your sentence by Yoongi sliding out and the hitting your sweet spot with the right amount of force.

"Perfect!" You call out in pure pleasure before swatting at his arm.

"Are you sure you're okay in there, Y/N?" Tim asks as Yoongi moves to your ear while fucking you hard and fast.

"Yeah, are you okay in here, Y/N?" He whispers in your ear, and you can barely focus on anything other than the bundle of heat in your stomach about to burst.

"Y-Ye... Yes..." You hiss out as you look Yoongi in the eyes with a 'I'm gonna kill you after this' look. It makes him smirk happily.

"Y/N?" Tim asks from the locked bathroom door as Yoongi kisses you hotly.

"Don't stop..." You whine quietly against his lips as he starts rubbing your clit.

"Cum, baby. Cum on my cock..." He nods fast and you tune out Tim effortlessly as you feel it coming.

"Yes!" You gasp and move closer to Yoongi, biting down on the cork of his neck as you cum.

"Fuck..." Yoongi moans quietly and holds you down on your cock so you're milking him. "That's a good girl..." He praises as you moan happily when you feel him fill you up. You grab him and kiss you as Tim starts knocking on the bathroom door relentlessly.

"Ugh. Stay here. I'll get rid of him and then you walk out." You whisper and Yoongi nods, pulling out of you. You wait for the shakiness to pass and, when you can feel your legs again, you get up and fix yourself before walking over to the door. You open it and poke your head out.

"Oh! You're okay. Thank god, cause I was so worried-" Tim is cut off by Yoongi walking over behind you, which makes you facepalm.

"Tim?" Yoongi asks as he makes it obvious that he's now fixing his belt on his pants.

"Uh... Yeah, man?" Tim asks, eyeing you both now wirily.

"You wanna fuck off?" Yoongi asks bluntly with the same casual expression on his face. You keep your face covered, not even wanting to look up at Tim.

"Uh... Yeah, yup, let me... Go back to the table." Tim mutters, a bitter look on his face before he storms off. You snort and turn to Yoongi, swatting at his chest.

"Would it kill you to be nice?" You ask and he pauses as if thinking.

"Mm... It just might. And then what would you do without me?" He plays along with the same smile that's only meant for you. You blush and nudge him lightly.

"Let's go. Before you fight someone else." You chuckle and grab his hand, pulling him off towards the table to get your stuff and run off back home.

[conundrumsofphilosophy]

I seriously don’t know how this “ask” thing works, but what do you think the mercs would do on a beach day? Beach days for fictional characters are always so silly

i love this i freaking love beach days. i had so much fun writing these

scout

- he is beelining for the water. he loves swimming and doesn't get to often so as soon as they get there he is in the water splishing and splashing

- refuses to put sunscreen on (that's for wimps) so he gets sunburnt to hell and back and medic has to slather him in aloe vera gel when they get back to base

- will not be waiting 20 minutes after eating the sandwich engineer packed him before he gets back in the water. will get a cramp and will act like it doesn't even bother him to impress miss pauling (she's here in my beautiful mind) she is not impressed and will try to get him to get out of the water

- accidentally destroys some random kid's sandcastle so he'll sit down with them to help them rebuild it

soldier

- trying to catch fish with his bare hands. hoping to catch a shark

- getting buried in the sand and a sexy mermaid body sculpted on top of him. likely demo is the one burying him

- swims over to the others as sneakily as he can (not very) and tries to jump them (they heard him coming but they play along)

- eats sand /j

pyro

- brought ALL of the sand toys. water is not their thing so they're building masterclass sandcastles with engineer

- after too long in direct sun he gets really uncomfortable so he's laying face down on a towel under a big umbrella. melting

- walks along the shoreline looking for jellyfish. they have a stick to poke them with. also picks up shells and brings them to people

- he helps with the sexy mermaid body sculpting for soldier

demoman

- goes way out into the water and just floats in one spot. staring

- he's wasted obviously so pauling and heavy are keeping a very careful eye on him. him getting caught in a riptide could really ruin the beach day

- enjoys laying out in the sun. will probably lay his towel out beside sexy mermaid soldier and they'll stare at the sky until one or both are asleep

- WILL start a game of beach volleyball with the others and WILL be on the losing team

heavy

- sitting with medic and miss pauling. he's not much for swimming, and he feels responsible for making sure the other mercs don't die (demo) (soldier) (scout)

- he and engineer prepared the picnic. they got up so early and made. so many sandwiches

- will be coerced into volleyball. absolutely fucking dominates and his team wins every match

- actually applies sunscreen like a normal rational person because he burns BAD. medic does his back <3

engineer

- second person in the water when they get there. scout screamed at him while he was running there to join him and he will always cave to scout pressure

- the water is really nice on his joints and swimming helps his back so it's a good time all around for him. i think he is in pain all the time btw

- makes sure everyone eats something and has plenty to drink. papa

- literally keels over laughing at sexy mermaid soldier. it catches him so off guard when he sees it and it makes him lose his shit. he'll think about it a week later and start laughing again. and nobody brought a camera so he only has the mental picture

medic

- swimming is sensory hell for him so he opts out. but he still enjoys the beach because he gets to watch his peers being idiotic

- referees the beach volleyball match. he doesn't know anything about volleyball (neither does anyone else really.) he's just happy to be here

- delights in the shells pyro brings him and he keeps all of them forever. he has a little jar of them in his office

- he and miss pauling had a miscommunication error in the planning and they both brought the same overpacked first aid kit so the team is. doubly prepared

sniper

- swimming very leisurely. i think he is a chronic pain sufferer so he takes it easy but it definitely helps ease some aches

- helps pyro get wet sand for his sandcastles so he doesn't have to keep getting up and down. brings him a couple pails of wet sand at a time and replenishes when needed

- absolutely falls asleep and gets a heinous sunglasses tan line

- absolutely terrible at volleyball but he plays anyways. he's on heavy's team so he gets to gloat even though he barely contributed

spy

- i really love the image of him being at the beach still in full suit. lounging on a beach chair with sunglasses on and a mimosa and one of those sun reflectors

- couldn't be bothered. he does not participate in any activities whatsoever except graciously receiving seashells from pyro (which he does appreciate. they're very pretty)

- might fall asleep a little bit. scout wakes him up to ask him if he should try some move on miss pauling. he tells him absolutely not and immediately falls back asleep

- somehow he doesn't overheat despite being in layers in the sun. magic man

~

keep the requests coming :3 love you guys

[hot-hellboy]

Pink Silk (A Percico Fanfic)

Summary:

Nico is injured on a quest. Luckily, Percy is there to help.

Notes:

The title is never explained btw. Completely up to interpretation because this fic has been in the works since the beginning of 2023, and I'm still not entirely sure what I wanted to do with it. I just think pink is nice. Enjoy! -Raven xx

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     "Percy, it hurts," Nico winced once they were officially out of danger's way.

    The omega was clutching his thigh as rich scarlet blood slowly began seeping through the open gash in his skin.

    "Okay, hold on, just let me--" Percy frantically dug through his pack for any kind of medical supplies; luckily finding ambrosia squares along with what looked to be bandages.

    Wait a minute, Percy thought. These aren't bandages.

    The "bandages" he was hoping for turned out to be a single strip of powder pink silk fabric (that he definitely didn't remember packing).

      Whatever. At least it'll stop the bleeding.

     In a hurried daze, Percy adjusted himself so that he was between Nico's legs as he wrapped the fabric around the wound as tightly as he could so that the rush of blood would finally stop. He couldn't even recall exactly how Nico got hurt; his brain was solely focused on taking care of the omega under him without much thought given to anything else at the moment.      It absolutely killed him to see Nico in pain, so he continued keeping pressure on the wound before realizing that there were zero blood stains on the silk. Percy definitely thought it was odd, but he couldn't let anything else take his attention away at the moment until he was a hundred percent sure that the bleeding had stopped before he could properly clean the wound.

     "I, ah, I think it stopped..."  the omega said, and Percy eased up on the amount of pressure he was putting on the injured area.

   "What even happened back there?"

   "I'm....oh, fuck, having a hard time remembering...." Nico admitted.

    "Don't think about it, then. Do you think you could take some ambrosia?" Percy offered a piece of one of the squares to him which Nico took gratefully.

    He would worry about the boy's mild amnesia later, but for right now...Percy had bigger mysteries to solve. Like the magical stupid piece of silk that happened to appear the moment he needed it the most, for instance. Speaking of which, Percy carefully took it off Nico's thigh and turned it over in his hands. The fabric had not a single drop of blood on it and looked pristine on either side.

    Weird.

    "Those ghosts really did cut me deep, huh?" Nico said, distracting Percy from the questions still floating around in his mind.

    "Sure looks like it," Percy murmured as he looked down and quickly realized his face was hot.

    The second he took his eyes away from Nico's injury was the second he knew he made a mistake. He quickly realized where he was, and it was seriously making him blush. Percy could barely focus around the pretty omega when he wasn't between his legs. On a quest. Alone together.

     "I know I'm just now remembering, but this doesn't make any sense," Nico rambled. Percy hoped he kept talking because there was no way he could survive Nico catching him staring at the space between his spread thighs when he was supposed to be tending to a very serious injury that even ambrosia would take time to heal.

    "I'm supposed to be in charge of the ghosts, not the other way around. They should've been obeying me, so why weren't they listening?" The omega wondered, his pretty brown eyes thankfully looking anywhere but where Percy was.

  "I don't know, Nico, but I have a feeling that these weren't your typical Underworld ghosts. They must've been something different." Percy swallowed hard.

     "Probably. Maybe they were something older than Hades...Older than the Underworld itself..." Nico mused.

    Percy let himself relax a little as he remembered what he was doing. He definitely felt weird about reusing the same thing that he used to wrap around Nico's cut as what he would be using to clean it, but he still did his best with what he got. The alpha really wished they hadn't lost the first-aid kit somewhere along their quest, but he found ways around it like what he was doing now.      Percy used his thermos to pour some water onto the pink silk along with the leftover hotel soap bar he had in his bag to disinfect the wound as he tried to hide the growing erection in his pants.

   "Oh, Percy, that stings," Nico whimpered and it went straight to Percy's dick.

   The logical part of his brain knew that it was just the omega's natural response to having a deep cut cleaned out with soap and water, but the hornier side of his brain took that little whimper he made and absolutely ran with it.     Percy had to quickly come to realize that he wouldn't mind hearing Nico making that little sound when they were doing things together at night...preferably in his cabin when the rest of the camp was asleep...with nothing but each other and his big comfortable bed with a couple covers and sheets.

    Get a fucking grip. He's in pain.

     He told himself, but that moment of clarity did not last long at all. Suddenly Percy took into account what Nico was wearing at the moment. Seeing that the little doe-eyed omega was in nothing but his black crewneck sweatshirt and red Dolfin shorts that were cut just a few inches past his hips to his high upper thighs with white stripes going up the sides drove Percy insane. He realized that those tiny little shorts with the ruched details did nothing to hide anything from the imagination. In fact, he could see the outline of his panties as well as his clit and pussylips through the thin fabric, especially since male omegas had bigger clits than females. It made Percy want to do nothing more than to touch him through those shorts that would only get in the way of everything he really wanted to do to Nico.

     Percy genuinely had to take a quick breather before going back to clean up the jagged gash some more. He did his best to be a respectful, decent alpha, but he would occasionally let his fingertips wander a little past the area he was supposed to be focusing on and instead letting them feel around Nico's incredibly soft inner thighs. At some point the omega must've caught onto him because there was a moment where the two locked eyes and Percy could see and hear Nico's blush and quickened breathing respectively. He could only wonder if the omega knew how much he wanted him right there.

   "I think it's clean now," Nico murmured quietly.

   "I think so, too."

   Percy took one last look between Nico's spread legs before backing up and praying to every deity out there that he didn't just totally fuck up their relationship, but that was until he felt the omega's hand on his wrist.

    "Wait," Nico said. "Don't go anywhere. Please."

    "Okay, I'll stay." Percy felt like he was sweating bullets.

    Right now, Percy was preparing to do two things. First, he was saving this entire interaction between the two of them as a memory he'd save in his brain to jerk off to later. And two, he was full-on bracing himself in case Nico decided to slap him for being so shamelessly inappropriate.     Percy wouldn't blame him if he took the second option at all, but luckily all Nico did was pull him in for a kiss. And oh, man, was it the best kiss of Percy's life. The omega's lips were so soft and moved along so nicely with his own as Percy leaned down even closer as if he was already putting their bodies in place for the perfect mating press.

"Wait a second," the alpha said; breaking the kiss.

He took a minute to secure the silk around Nico's thigh so that the injury would be fully protected until the ambrosia worked its magic. The boy smiled at him gratefully while Percy took his lips in another kiss that lasted longer than the first. Nico kept his legs open as Percy's hands traveled down to his waist and even lower to the sides of his hips.

      "Is this okay?" He asked; his fingers getting ready to hook onto Nico's waistband the moment the omega gave him permission.

      "Oh my gods, yes it is, Percy," Nico said breathlessly.

     The alpha couldn't believe he was just about to have sex with the cutest boy he knew even if it was in the middle of nowhere (and completely out in the open). Percy started off by doing exactly what he was dying to earlier which was rubbing Nico's pussy through his tiny little shorts. He let his fingers touch over the boy's delicate folds and clit until he could feel Nico getting wet from the foreplay.     The omega helped him tug off his shorts while being mindful of his injury and Percy genuinely had to stop himself from cumming just from seeing Nico in almost nothing but his underwear.

    The omega's undergarments were an almost identical shade like that of the pink silk still wrapped around his thigh but with a tiny black ribbon bow on the front.     Now Percy could see how wet he was with his slick soaking the front of his panties. He saw Nico shiver when he placed his hand right where it needed to be as he continued playing with his boypussy through the fabric.     Despite seeing Nico in various states of undress due to average quest circumstances, Percy's imagination paled in comparison to what he was witnessing right now.

     "Just pull it to the side, don't worry about taking it off," the omega whined desperately, and who was Percy to disobey?

    The alpha did just as Nico instructed him to as he moved his underwear to the side revealing that cute little cunt he had been dreaming of seeing ever since getting to spend an entire quest alone with Nico.      The omega's pussy was a pretty pink, dripping clear slick, and with a clit just begging to be touched Percy's hands trembled as his fingers gently moved to touch him for the first time while Nico kept his thighs open for him.

       Realistically, they both knew it was incredibly risky to be doing something like this in a place where it would have been laughably easy to get caught, which is exactly what made it more exciting. However, their time together was certainly rushed and cut short because of this inherent urgency. Percy ended up hurriedly slotting three of his fingers into Nico's wet heat with his lips never leaving his throat until the omega trembled and finished in his arms.

       After that, they took a moment to look at each other; Percy with pure adoration in his eyes and hand dripping wet with omega slick and cum, and Nico with his eyes blown wide and cheeks flushed a rosy red. They stumbled over each other as they tried to get up, with Nico pulling his shorts back up while using Percy for support due to his bad leg.

~•~

      Getting back to their hotel room, Percy and Nico could hardly keep their hands off each other even once they made it inside. Part of it was out of necessity; Percy wouldn't let go of the omega until the ambrosia really started to kick in, and he needed the stability anyway with the limp he had going on.      Percy thought it was an admirable change that Nico was beginning to welcome his help and affection; the boy had always been so self reliant, so this simply act of letting him take care of his needs during the quest meant more to Percy than words could describe. 

     But his short-lived realizations about the changes he was observing in the younger demigod were quickly replaced with lust-fueled passion that was continuing to be the driving force in their newfound escapade. Nico's lips captured his in a kiss less sweet than before, but filled with even more fire that the two of them craved. 

     Nico was mindful of his leg as he practically tackled Percy onto the bed; his lips and hands traveling all over the alpha's body as he continued to show him just how grateful he was for how well he was taken care of earlier. Percy allowed himself to get lost in Nico's ardent enthusiasm for him momentarily before taking another quick glance at the sheets below them.

    See, when they first checked in the night before at the shabby hotel front desk, their room looked just like any other old hotel room; two twin sized beds, matching nightstands, and a bathroom attached just a few feet away, but now that Percy took a split second to look around, he realized it looked entirely different. Well, almost. 

     The previously all white bedsheets they had been resting on the night before were now replaced with varying shades of soft pink with silken sheets covering the mattress and pillows surrounding them. Percy wasn't sure if the sudden change in environment was something he should be focusing on, especially not with Nico kissing his neck and his smaller body easly fitting on top of his own. 

    "Did they change the sheets?" Percy asked suddenly. Nico looked down at him, confused.

     "What are you talking about?" The pretty omega questioned. 

     "The-they're...They're pink...?" Percy didn't mean for it to come out more like a question rather than a statement of fact, but he supposed it wouldn't change the way Nico was looking at him oddly either way. "Nevermind. It's nothing. I think having you like this is making me go crazy," Percy said as he easily laughed it off, even though the sudden color changed paired with the random similiary silken fabric he used to aide Nico with earlier still posed pressing questions at the back of his mind. 

    "In a good way?" Nico murmured into his tan skin while his hips slowly began grinding on top of Percy's. 

     "In the best way," the alpha answered. 

     They made out like that for a while with Nico on top of him before the little omega was kissing his way down Percy's torso after ridding him of his shirt. The older boy felt his face heat up when his eyes locked with Nico's as his fingertips lightly settled on the waistband of his jeans. He frantically nodded in an effort to convey exactly what he wanted Nico to do since Percy wasn't sure if he was capable of speaking at the moment since it felt like the air had been punched out of his lungs. 

       Nico tugged his jeans down his legs after unbuckling Percy's jeans. He kissed all over his stiffening cock through his underwear while still being mindful of his rapidly healing leg injury. The apha bit the back of his hand to try and keep quiet (they were checked into a hotel, after all) as Nico took him out and began kissing the side of his shaft. Percy watched intently as Nico took his tip past his lips and slowly started taking him down his throat. It truly took everything in him to not start fucking the omega's tight, wet throat while he laid back and let Nico take control for a while. 

   The omega was a little clumsy with the way he handled Percy's cock--being his first time and all that, but the alpha enjoyed the enthusiastic effort nonetheless. He could feel Nico's throat constricting whenever he took him a little too deep, and he curiously reached out to cradle the side of his jaw to feel himself inside. 

    Nothing felt better to Nico at the moment compared to Percy's dick down his throat, which seemed to be oddly helping with his healing thigh. Though the connection was probably not there, it was almost as if the thick, erotic energy that filled the room was helping along with the ambrosia currently flooding his system. Either way, Nico wasn't complaining, especially not when the level of enjoyment he got out of pleasuring Percy was also fixing his other problems. 

   Licking the underside of his cock, Nico looked up at the alpha with eyes soft and wide with reverance as Percy continued holding his head down as he thrusted shallowly into his mouth. He choked out a quick warning before pulling out and jerking himself off above Nico's face; the sight was one that the omega would be remembering for a very, very long time. 

    Thick white ropes of alpha cum landed across his cheeks, just above his upper lip, and down his chin, and Nico waited patiently for Percy to stop touching himself before leaning forward and cleaning up the pink tip of his cock with his tongue to savor every last drop that he had to offer. Percy's body shuddered with the overstimulation of Nico's tongue dipping into his slit until he had to pull himself away as he collapsed flat on his back on the bed. 

    "Oh my gods, Nico," Percy said breathlessly as he felt the mattress dip beside him with Nico climbing in to lie beside him. The alpha took a moment to collect himself before shakily getting up to look around for a cloth or his discarded shirt to clean the pretty omega's face with. Percy didn't trust his legs to get him to the bathroom in time to find a washcloth, so he settled for his shirt he tossed somewhere on the bed as he cleaned Nico up before flopping back down again. 

    "Was that good?" The omega asked as he turned his head to observe the alpha better. His voice was a mix between hopefulness and sounding hoarse after his throat had just been thoroughly fucked. 

    "Hell yeah it was. You were good, really good, Nico." Percy told him before his gaze dropped to his thigh still wrapped in silk. "How's your leg?" 

    "So much better," Nico said.

   "Good to hear."

   The two shared a long glance with each other before Percy opened up his arms and invited Nico to come cuddle with him for a while, and that was how they ended up crashing for a few hours afterwards. The pink silk sheets Percy had hallucinated from before were back to normal by the time they woke up, but the intensity of their budding relationship remained. 

     The

         End. 

[txemrn]

In your hc, did Brynn have any strong cravings or aversions during her pregnancy from the mother's day fic?? How did Sam handle that??? I hope he wasn't a dickhead like with the other pregnancy when he cheated and gave her an STD. 😒

I was just thinking 👉👈🥺😇 that might be a cute little story. 😉

Btw I really enjoy reading about them!!! I'd L💗VE more. HINT proposal??? WEDDING?????

Hey, there! *big ol' hugs* thank you so much for the ask and the "hints". 🤣😂🤣 I hope you enjoy my interpretation of your suggestion! And yes, there is more to come from Sam and Brynn. Enjoy! 🍨🍓🍨

Warning: NSFW 🍋 (tiny little squirts; don't get too excited); language; angst; pregnancy-related stuff

***

The sparkle of fresh winter snow gathers along the window sill. A hint of gingerbread and fresh spruce waltz in the air. Melting with the smokey notes of kindled embers, the fireplace crackles in the darkened master suite--the only lively room left in the penthouse for the evening.

It had been an exhausting Friday. With Christmas and Brynn’s birthday next week, the Dalton family spent their day tirelessly getting things prepared before a very special winter vacation. Brynn attended Mickey and Mason’s holiday party at school, bringing her famous cupcakes and oven-baked Chex Mix, not to mention presents for all the teachers and faculty.

Because of the school’s early release, Brynn and the boys met Sam for lunch, where they served the entire company a catered, bountiful holiday meal, complete with generous congratulatory swag for another successful third year.

Sam spent the afternoon on phone conferences, which gave him time to pack up to work remotely from home; he wouldn’t be returning until the 28th. By the late afternoon, they had completed the grocery shopping, tidied up their home, fixed and ate dinner.

But for Sam and Brynn, the jam-packed day was far from over. There was still one more very important task to complete: sex. And lots of it.

Seductive whispers, tender giggles and lustful moans penetrate the quiet suite. Their exposed bodies hungrily intertwine together as their movements are kept rhythmically in time with the subtle creaking of the bed.

Sam grips tightly to his wife’s supple breast, brushing his thumbs over her erect pink nipples. With her left hand, Brynn sinks her nails onto the top of his hand, squeezing together with him; her other hand holds tightly to the headboard, straddling her thighs on top of her husband’s hips.

“Oh, God! Sam!” she exhales with each thrust onto his swelling, hardened girth, her voice becoming louder, more raspy. “Almost--! Almost--!”

“Brynn--! I--!” With one final buck of his hips, Sam spills over into euphoria. His fingers quickly drop to her voluptuous assets. He clenches savagely to her curves, pushing her drenched, tightening center to his hilt. Sweat drips off his brow as indistinguishable groans wail from his throat.

Watching her husband come undone teases Brynn’s own release. Tossing her almond locks over her bare shoulders, she is taken captive by the sensations tickling her voracious desires. She rocks her hips against Sam’s buried length, stroking her throbbing clit through her incessant waves of reckless ecstasy. Thunderous moans of pleasure escape her mouth as she gasps for a drink of air.

Almost too terrified to disturb the perfect moment, the couple savors the quietness of them simply being together, their hearts beating in-time, connecting as one.

“I love you, baby,” Sam whispers, breaking the silence as he gently massages Brynn’s thighs. His hands intimately roam, carefully finding their way to stroke her fully-blossomed pregnant belly.

A bright smile effortlessly spreads across her face. “I love you, too, baby.” Her delicate fingers meet his. She lifts his hand to her lips, peppering his knuckles with kisses.

“Hopefully,” he chuckles, “that’ll do the trick.”

She cradles her abdomen. “I can only hope so,” she titters, her fingers caressing her abdomen as she talks to their unborn child. “That was another eviction notice, precious one--”

Brynn and Sam had a preterm labor scare at 33 weeks, which landed Brynn in the hospital for a week being pumped with various medications to stop her contractions. She was discharged home, with the instructions to “take it easy.” Though it isn’t ideal to have a baby this early, her team of doctors agreed they weren’t going to do anything to stop her labor if it were to happen again.

Tomorrow, Brynn will be 41 weeks. For the past two weeks, she has been trying every trick in the book to go into labor. Her lab technician Meaghan swore by spicy food; that only gave Brynn ungodly heartburn. Lydia, the Dalton’s downstairs neighbor, gifted Brynn a bottle of castor oil; she spent a solid two days with uncontrollable diarrhea and belly aches. Carter’s wife gave Brynn a special tea blend; she would contract, but nothing painful; she actually fell asleep because of the delicious steep.

Then, there was her mother's advice:

“You’ve gotta have sex, Brynny--”

“Mom--!”

“--and I’m not talking about the mediocre, ‘are you done yet?’ , making-your-shopping-list-in-your-head kind. You need to orgasm--”

“Jesus Christ, Mom--!”

“You need his semen--”

“I can’t believe this is happening right now--”

“And fondle your breasts. Better yet, let him do it! Now you might leak a little, so if you have him suckle--”

*click*

“Brynny? Brynny?”

“I, for one, am not minding this eviction process--”

“Samuel!” she playfully slaps against Sam’s broad chest. Blocking her hits and laughing, Sam finally grabs Brynn, pulling her body down next to his. He wraps his arms around her, brushing his lips against her temple. He rests his large hands on her gravid belly, nuzzling his nose into her neck.

“Are you okay, babe?”

“Mhmm--” Brynn snuggles into Sam’s embrace, closing her eyes. “Just perfect, babe. G’night.”

“Night, baby.”

The delightful pops of the fireplace lulls Sam to sleep; Brynn, however, started having trouble. She turned to her right side, but soon flipped to her left side. When that didn’t get her comfortable, she sat up on the side of the bed, massaging her back and her abdomen.

“Brynn baby,” yawns Sam, “you okay?”

“I didn’t mean to wake you, babe.”

“It’s-k.” Sam fluffs his pillow under his head, keeping his eyes closed. “Contractions?” he slurs.

“Braxton Hicks. I’ll be fine. You go back to--”

Sam lets out a satisfied snore before Brynn can finish her sentence. Tickled, she tucks her husband into bed before she slips on a silk robe. Pulling out her exercise ball from the closet, she sits on top of it in hopes that rocking her hips will bring her some comfort.

She suddenly stops, clutching her chest. An all-too-familiar jolt of burning shoots through her belly leaving an unbearable sour sensation clawing at the back of her throat. Carefully balancing herself to a stand, she retreats to the bathroom for medicine. And to vomit.

“Brynn? Brynn?”

“I’m in here,” her pitiful voice echoes through the bathroom.

Sam slips on a pair of sweats, hurrying to her side in the water closet. Seeing his wife crumpled over the toilet, he drops to her side, pushing her hair behind her ears before rubbing her back. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she whispers gravelly.

“No, you’re not,” he tenderly touches her clammy cheek. “What do you need, babe?”

Brynn leans back, sitting her rear on the cold tile. Embracing her body as another contraction subsides, she quietly states, “I need ice cream.”

Sam’s eyes widen with surprise at the request. “You want… ice cream?”

“Mhmm,” she nods. “That would feel so good against my throat.”

“Okay, baby,” he chuckles, brushing his thumb across swollen lips. “Is there a certain flavor--?”

“Strawberry,” she barks, “it needs to be strawberry.”

Sam kisses her forehead, and jogs to the kitchen in search of his wife’s favorite ice cream. Scooping up three massive balls into a bowl, he returns to the bathroom with two spoons.

“Strawberry ice cream, m’lady!” He sits on the floor with her, presenting the cold dessert like a trophy.

Brynn observes the creamy pink heap. She slowly takes the spoon, poking at the frozen treat. She watches her husband take a bite of it first before she reluctantly tries it.

“No,” she spits out her small bite, “I’m sorry. I can’t.”

Perplexed, Sam spoons another bite for himself. “Is there something wrong with it? Is it freezer burned or--?”

“No, no,” Brynn’s eyes begin to well with tears. “It’s just not strawberry enough,” she sniffles.

“Okay, babe, there’s no crying in ice cream,” he chuckles, wiping at her eyes.

“I think it’s because I want strawberry ice cream.”

“Honey, this is strawberry ice cream.”

“This is strawberries and cream.” She uses her spoon as a pointer, “See how there’s vanilla and strawberry with pieces of strawberry? I just," she sighs, "I need strawberry ice cream.”

Staring at the wall, Sam pretends to understand his wife’s request. “Of course, baby. I’ll go get, um--” he clears his throat to keep from laughing, “the strawberry ice cream.”

“Hey, Sam?”

“Mhmm?”

“I love you, baby.” She offers a toothy smile.

He chuckles. “Love you, too,” he shakes his head with a coy smile.

Sam returns with another heaping mound of strawberry ice cream. “Alright, baby, just what you asked for: strawberry ice cream.”

“Sam,” irritation saturates Brynn’s voice as it begins to tremble. “This has strawberry pieces in it.”

“It’s because it’s strawberry ice cream,” Sam bites his tongue, watching his words carefully as he gnashes his teeth. “It’s exactly what you asked for, sweetheart.”

Brynn hangs her head in her hands as she sobs. “I wanted strawberry ice cream, not strawberry with strawberries ice cream!”

“Babe, are you fucking kidding me right--?”

“Don’t yell at me!” Brynn begins to sob harder.

“Jesus Christ,” Sam sputters. He runs his hands down his face, letting out a sigh. He sits down next to his wife, taking her in his arms. “How can we fix this? Can you maybe eat around the strawberries?”

“It just,” her breath hangs tight in her throat as she tries to control her tears, “it doesn’t taste the same.”

“Of course, it doesn’t,” he mutters under his breath. He sighs heavily again. “What can I do, Brynn? Tell me what to do.”

“I just want strawberry ice cream--”

“No. What. Do. You. Want?” He grabs his cell phone. “Show me.”

She does a quick google search, pulling up a plain pink custard with strawberry flavoring--no pieces. “This. I need this. Please.”

“Brynn, we don’t have this here.”

“There’s a 7-11 two blocks away--”

“It’s eighteen degrees outside.” Sam shakes his head, as he walks back to bed. “No, this is getting fucking ridiculous.”

Brynn glares at the spot where her husband once stood, her eyebrows furrowing; warm streams of tears downpour on her cheeks. Red patches of skin grow across her neck and face as her breathing labors.

“Samuel!” When he doesn’t answer, she carefully balances herself from the ground and waddles into their room. “Samuel!”

“What?” his muffled words slur as he buries his head into a pillow. “I just need a little sleep.”

“Oh, you need a little sleep? You?” Brynn rips the duvet off of Sam, her small body shaking in anger. “I have given up my body for ten fucking months to grow a baby, an actual human being that will more than likely rip me to pieces just to,” she chuckles sarcastically, “look like you!”

“Brynn, I--”

“I’m not fucking done!” She breathes through another contraction, stepping closer to her terrified husband. “I have not complained once, and yet I have given up every ounce of my dignity. I can’t control my farts. I can't control my pee. I’m growing rolls and stretch marks in places that I never even knew a person could grow them!” She steps even closer, her eyes darkening. “I fuck you multiple times weekly--sometimes daily--where I hide the embarrassment that my hot, chiseled husband is staring at either my double chin or my fat, stretch-marked ass--”

“Baby, I don’t--”

Brynn holds up a finger. “I reverse cowgirl you until my legs cramp because you like it. I suck your dick off because you like it--”

“I thought that--”

“I just want some strawberry ice cream, Sam!” she sobs, “And then maybe you can get some sleep!” Brynn cradles her abdomen as another wave of discomfort grips around her belly.

Sam sits on the side of the bed, rubbing his eyes. “Fine”

“And I need to come with you.”

“Yeah, okay,” Sam sarcastically scoffs. He slinks on a long-sleeve shirt before grabbing his coat. He turns back to his wife who is grabbing her coat. “Um, no,” he chuckles. “I need you stay here and just relax--”

“No, we’re going together.”

Frustrated with the conversation, Sam darts his eyes around the room, trying not to yell. “Why, Brynn?”

“Because--”

“‘Because’ why, Brynn?”

“Because my water just broke.”

***

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[milk-carton-whump]

I woke up thinking about Ritz, awesome story btw it's so good to read! I had an idea that I just had to share even if you don't want to write it. But I thought about if Ritz got attacked by bandits or something and he's hurt but the only place he can go to is Witt, so he makes it over to him asking for help with the wound and/or protection/being hidden. Witt probably wouldn't be too happy about people damaging what's his right?.. 👀

All hurt, little to no comfort?? Perfect. This is part 1, there will be a second part later where we see what happens to Ritz after all this.

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CW: ambushed, mugged, stabbed, hiding injuries, blood, stab wound, rejecting medical attention, lying, hurt no comfort, whumper turned caretaker, possessive behavior, whumpee seeking out help from whumper, cowboy shenanigans, possessive touch

Between a Rock & a Hard Place

The pain in his leg and side made him wince with every step his horse took. A random group of bandits had ambushed him, they took most of his valuable stuff but surprisingly left his horse. They had been more interested in the food and water he had been carrying with him. 

That of course hadn't stopped one of them stabbing him in the leg and the side just to get away from his attack. The tussle had left him bruised and bleeding which wasn't ideal. He weakly packed up what he could and struggled to pull himself up into the saddle. It took several tries before he dragged himself into the seat. The whole ordeal had made the deep wound in his side more angry causing it to bleed more. 

Luckily he was wearing dark blue today so it hid the blood that was soaking into it from the open wounds. He felt dizzy and could barely focus on the landscape and instead tried to keep his gaze down at Echo. 

Before he knew it the pair were entering a familiar ranch. Ritz hadn't paid any attention and at this point realized he hadn't been steering, but instead had let Echo find her way to a safe place. Unfortunately for him that meant Witt's cattle ranch. 

He forced himself to sit up straighter which caused him to wince and hiss as he moved his hurting body. 

Echo stopped at the front porch of the rancher's home and put her head down. Normally it would mean she was getting ready to roll in the dirt to take a cozy dust bath, but this felt different. She dropped down and laid on her knees so that Ritz could easily just step off of her back instead of struggling more. Once he was off, she stood back up and shook, sending dust flying into the air. 

Ritz patted her neck and held his waist as he climbed the steps, it was hard to get his wounded leg to cooperate. He forced a breath through gritted teeth, he didn't want to do this, he would be fine. No, he needed help, he was in pain and Witt could help him. He knocked on the solid wood door. 

He wanted to turn around and just leave but the door opened and there stood Witt, his warm smile fading into one of confusion. 

"Ritz, sunshine? What brings you here?" The rancher asked in his normal warm tone. 

"Just uh… droppin' by ta say howdy and maybe have some coffee if that's okay?" Ritz said trying to cover the fact that when was in pain, he didn't want Witt to know he was hiding several bad wounds.  

Witt placed his hand under the bandit's chin and turned his head side to side. He narrowed his eyes and his confused look turned to a more possessive annoyance as he scanned his eyes over Ritz's face.

"Sunshine, darling. You would tell me the truth, correct?" The rancher's friendly tone was more cold now. 

Ritz glanced away and bit his lip, he was clearly nervous. 

"Course I would, Witt." He responded, what little confidence he had was gone. 

"Then why are you lying to me, Richard? These bruises on your face aren't from me. If you tell me what's wrong, I'll go easy on you." Witt's tone was harsh and flat. 

The rancher wrapped his hand around the cowboy's waist and pulled him close, he had unknowingly grabbed the stab wound which made Ritz hiss in pain. It startled the man enough that he pulled his hand back to find it covered in blood. 

Ritz couldn't move fast enough to react as Witt pulled the bandit's shirt open, revealing a rather large and blood soaked wound in the boy's waist. The rancher's stomach dropped as he took in the wound, he would put off punishing Ritz until later. Now he had to fix whatever had happened to his cowboy.

"So… when were you going to tell me about this?!" Witt sounded concerned and hurt. "You know what? Doesn't matter right now, is… is there anything else I should know about?" 

Ritz bit his lip harder and looked away, scared and hurting. He finally managed to speak.

"There's another one in my leg too… got stabbed by thieves." Ritz admitted softly. 

"We'll talk about this later." Witt scolded the bandit sharply and sent one of his ranch hands to retrieve the town doctor.

[gubes-sweaters]

Mind, Body, and Soul

Authors Note: This is a Spencer Reid AU inspired by @subspencer​ who started the concept of this AU. This is their original idea btw their blog has top tier plug spence content it’s just *chefs kiss*. This is an AU where he went through school at a normal pace instead of graduating at twelve years old. For a little backstory, his childhood is very similar but instead, he became a plug in high school. He started using and selling because he got bored with school work easily since he’s a genius but no one was in his life to encourage him to excel in school. He also became a plug to help with his mom’s medical bills.

Content Warning: Implied drug use(weed/cocaine), Drinking, Swearing, and implied smut.

Word Count: 2.5K

Chapter 1: Silver Rings and Hand Tattoos

I’m not really a person who enjoys going to parties which is odd because I’m a college student. Most of my peers spend their free time getting high and drinking like fish. I guess you could say I’ve lived a pretty sheltered life because I grew up in the upper-middle-class suburbs and I went to a catholic school for my entire life. Neither of my parents are Catholic or even super religious for that matter, but they wanted me to have a “structured school experience” or whatever that means. I also was handed basically whatever I wanted on a silver platter. My parents separated when I was only two years old because my mom was tired of my dad always being gone for work. So I spent most of my life with my mom who coddled me. Being the sheltered kid I was I never went to parties or snuck out and my catholic school was an all-girls school so my experience with guys is very limited. I’m only at this party for one reason Penelope Garcia.

It all started when I began volunteering at the local animal humane society. That’s where I met Penelope Garcia. At first glance, you would think she was nothing short of the purest little cinnamon roll but looks can be very deceiving. She and I became close instantly, and we hung out whenever I wasn’t at school or working. The first time we hung out the topic of jobs came up and I told her that I’m a college student and I work at a comic book shop for a little extra cash even though I didn't need it because whatever my scholarship didn’t cover my dad insisted on paying for including my apartment because I didn’t want to live in a cramped dorm with three other girls. I think he thinks it makes up for all of the lost time during my childhood at least he’s trying though. When I asked her what she did for a living she started to giggle. After her giggle fit, she told me she was a hacker and a weed dealer.

After two years of knowing Penelope, she finally convinced me to go to and I quote “a little get together with a couple of friends” which actually looks a little more like a frat party to me. Either way, I decided why not because I’m going into my junior year in college, yet I only have three friends one being Penelope and the other two are my friends from my childhood. As I’m walking down the hallway of Penelope’s apartment building I can smell weed smoke and I can hear music blaring from here. I’m surprised she hasn’t gotten a noise complaint yet. It’s probably because she sells to a lot of her neighbors, so they put up with it. As I open the door this “little get together” is looking really intimidating. People are packed all in the apartment and there’s very little space to move around. I decided it’s probably best to try and find Penelope. I spot her across the room, but it’s kind of hard not to spot her with the glitter on her eyes and the flashy jewelry she’s wearing. It makes me giggle because I remember all of the times she's spilled various tubs of glitter all over her apartment and now you can’t leave her apartment without a little piece of glitter somewhere on you. 

I try to squeeze my way past all of the people in attempts to get near Penelope. I know she can’t hear me between the music that’s blasting and all of the people attempting to talk over the music so calling out for her is useless. As I make my way over to Penelope I spot two people making out on the couch which looks more like they’re trying to eat each other’s faces. Seriously the guy was gripping her hair like his life depended on it. I couldn’t see either of their faces but I spotted a spider web tattoo on the corner of his hand. I quickly look away because I realized I was looking for too long and it was starting to get creepy. I squeeze past the rest of the people and finally make my way over to Penelope and I grab onto her arm and nearly giver her a heart attack.

“Penelope what the hell happened to a little get together!” I ask her with a terrified look on my face.

“Oh finally you’re here I want you to meet a couple of people!” she squeaked out before grabbing my arm and beginning to pull me into the sea of people.

“Don’t avoid the question pen.” I say as I plant my foot in attempts to stop her from pulling me.

I didn’t work very well because she kept dragging me.

“I knew you wouldn’t show up if I told you how many people are here and I wanted you to have a good time sooooo, I figured telling a little white lie would be for the better.” She said while dragging me towards the couch where the two people with their tongues down each other’s throats were. I wonder where they snuck off to or if they just decided to call it a night and leave. I contemplate Penelope’s words and sigh because I know she’s right and I should learn to relax for once. 

“Sit here and I’ll get you something to drink.” She says before making her way through the sea of people once again.

I just sit on the couch very awkwardly for a couple of minutes with my hands folded in my lap wondering where Penelope is. I decide to pull out my phone because I’m too awkward to start a conversation with anyone. About half an hour later I take a glance over my phone when I see a figure walking towards me. I thought it must have been Penelope, so I look up even more and put my phone down. It’s just the girl from earlier but now she looks different because she has her mascara running down her face, she's missing a fake eyelash, her hair and clothes are messed up, she keeps sniffing, and now that she is facing me I can see that see her hair is split dyed with one side being black and the other being a bright red color. 

“Excuse me I’m sorry my purse is right there can you hand it to me please.” she says as she points to a cute black bag with bat wings on it.

“Uh, yeah here you go.” I say as I reach down and hand it to her.

“Thanks your skirt is so pretty by the way.” She says in a baby-talk voice while she reaches down and pats my head like a puppy. As she bends down slightly to pat my head I can see that her pupils are the size of saucers that explains a lot.

She proceeds to walk away without another word like that didn’t just happen. I’m left sitting there on the couch more confused than ever. I try to contain an awkward chuckle because I don’t want the people near me to think I’ve lost my mind. About five minutes later I figure Penelope must've gotten busy or distracted this is her party after all and it would be rude of me to expect her to be up my ass all night. So I stand up and flatten my pleated mini skirt then I make my way through the people who are packed together like sardines. I didn’t want to seem like a buzzkill or a priss, so I decided to try and socialize a bit. I figured I could make my way into whatever conversation Penelope was in so I wasn’t stealing her away and it would be easier to talk to new people if I had a friend there. As I make my way across the room once again I spot Penelope talking to a lanky guy that is way taller than me. As he has his back to me Penelope must’ve seen me because she waved at me and beckoned me over with one finger in a flirty way. That’s just who Penelope was she jokingly flirted with all of her friends. I’m so used to it by now that it’s just another thing about her that I love. I giggle and pick up my pace as the guy turns his head slightly to see who she was waving to. As I see his side profile I think he looks familiar but I figured it was the multi-colored lighting throughout the apartment and my mind was playing tricks on me. 

“Hey (y/n) I want you to meet a good friend of mine this is Spencer.” She says while not being able to get a word out without giggling. She must’ve smoked because she's always kind of giggly but now she can’t control herself. 

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” I say while giggling because of Penelope’s contagious laugh and I reach out my hand to shake his hand.

“Sorry I don’t shake hands it’s a germ thing.” He says while shifting his weight and stuffing his hands in his pockets. Of course, I had to go and make the situation awkward but at the same time how was I supposed to know. 

After the first couple of minutes, it wasn’t as awkward anymore. I found out he’s twenty-two, and he’s from Las Vegas but moved out here for college four years ago. I’m not sure why he choose to move across the country but I don’t really give it a second thought. I also noticed he didn’t talk about his childhood, his job, or anything really personal. We probably talked for about two or three hours. I didn’t even realize how many people left but gradually people would come up to Penelope and say bye. 

“Well my lovelies why don’t we turn the music down and switch on all of the normal lights, and we can all talk in the living room!” She says while sitting her cup down. 

I think she's absolutely out of her mind with all of the people here and as I go to point it out I turn my head to see that there are only six other people here now other than me, Penelope, and Spencer. Those other six people are already talking in her living room so Spencer walks over to talk to them. Penelope and I turn the music down low but still loud enough to barely hear over the people talking. After that, we turn all of the multi-colored lights off and flip on the regular lights.

Penelope takes a seat next to a pretty girl named Cat on the loveseat near her couch. Cat has shoulder-length dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a really pretty smile. When she introduces herself to me she’s nice, but she’s also very sarcastic. You can tell by the way Spencer shifted his eyes towards her when she and I were talking and how he instinctively turned away from her that they have some sort of history. The only seat left is in between Spencer and the arm of the couch. Three other people were already on the couch so there wasn’t much room. Spencer’s thigh was resting against mine in attempts to turn away slightly from Cat. I finally get a good look at him with normal lighting. He looks like he hasn't slept for a week but it suits him. He has kind hazel eyes and a really pretty mouth. I stop myself from staring because I don’t know him at all and I defiantly don’t want him to think I’m a creep.

Everybody was kind of just doing their own thing. People were either talking or on their phones. After a while, Spencer gently puts his hand right above my knee while I was just scrolling on my phone to avoid awkward small talk. I can feel the cold metal of his rings on my thigh and now I can feel his gaze on me. He lets out a little chuckle and rubs his thumb back and forth on my thigh because he can feel the goosebumps on my leg. I look down at my leg and I see a very familiar spider web tattoo. I instantly tense up because I remember what I saw on the couch and I remember what the girl looked like when she came back from wherever they disappeared off to. He removes his hand really quickly when he feels my body tense.

“Hey, are you okay? I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable I’m really sorry.” He begins to apologize.

“No no no you didn't do anything wrong. I… I was just thinking about something I have to do tomorrow and how I’m going to have to get up early. You’re okay you didn’t do anything wrong I promise.” I only half-lie really because he wasn't making me uncomfortable quite the opposite actually. My body didn’t tense because I was uncomfortable it was a reaction to the change in his demeanor. The guy on the couch before seems to be a completely different guy on the couch sitting right next to me. 

“You promise?” He asks me still clearly not believing my bullshit excuse.

“Promise.” I say turning my phone off and looking him right in the eyes. Wow, I don’t think I’ve noticed how pretty his eyes are. No. Nope. Don’t do this to yourself don’t be stupid. I try to avoid his gaze and put up walls. At the same time, he puts his hand back on my thigh but a little higher than last time and puts my chin between his thumb and forefinger. I feel myself leaning in towards him and my eyes flutter shut. For a moment I forget that we’re surrounded by other people and I forget where I’m at even. All of a sudden Penelope (clearly unaware of what she just interrupted) claps her hands so loudly that it alerts me and Spencer, and we separate before we kiss, but he doesn't remove his hand from my thigh. 

“Okay, my fine furry friends why don’t we play a drinking game. Let’s not let the fun die yet how about a game of never have I ever?” Penelope says after clapping her hands. Wow, thanks for cockblocking me Pen. Well, maybe not because that same hand that was just above my knee before has now made its way right below the hem of my skirt. This is going to be interesting. 

[mysticm3ss]

Could u pls write headcanons/a fanfic about RFA+(V & Saeran if u want to) getting MC pregnant but MC tries to hide her pregnancy (for any reason) and around 3 months later when her stomach starts to grow RFA find her pregnancy test hidden away somewhere and confront her about it. I know u already wrote a headcanon about their kids but I just love any sort of headcanon/fanfic about baby’s and pregnancy’s yknow. Btw I love your requests broski. Your a good writer. Sorry if my English not good lol

sure thing, thank you for requesting and thank you for the compliments! don’t worry your english is perfect! 

so i wrote this literally months ago and forgot it was in my drafts, i’m sorry it’s taken so long to get up!! i rly enjoyed proofreading this bc i’m studying developmental psyc at uni right now and it’s lowkey giving me mad baby fever lmao

(leaving out jaehee for this one bc she ain’t out here getting anyone pregnant, like even if she had a penis she’d be too responsible for that to happen unless it was planned anyway let’s b real. also i varied the way the boys found out a bit as well just so things don’t get too repetitive, hope that’s okay!) 

Yoosung:

The thing you have to know about Yoosung is that he is very small and has no money, so you can only imagine the stress he’s under~

Jokes aside, when you realise you’re pregnant, your first reaction is panic.

You and your boyfriend are both so young–you’re not even old enough to have graduated college yet, how are you going to take care of a child?

It takes you a solid month or two just to come to terms with the pregnancy yourself.

When you finally think you’re feeling brave enough to bring it up to him, the thought of what his family might think acts as another hindrance–he seemed to have a perfect family, and Yoosung himself had admitted they were somewhat conservative… how would they react to your situation?

While you’re busy still coming to terms with it, however, Yoosung accidentally stumbles upon the pregnancy test you had so cleverly hidden in the bathroom cabinet.

You’d slipped it into a box of toiletries, snugly hidden between the myriad of tampons and pads that it held. When Yoosung accidentally knocked it from the cabinet, he scrambled to tidy up, cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he tucked away the sanitary products.

He froze when he saw the test, mind whirring as he struggled to explain away the white stick in his hand.

There was no explaining away those two pink lines, however, and so that night, he dared to broach the subject with you.

He fiddled nervously with his hands as he sat on your shared bed, eyes looking everywhere except your face when you entered the room.

“Yoosung… is everything okay?”

A shaky breath. “MC… are you… you’d tell me if something big happened, right? Like… like if you got pregnant or something?”

The guilt-ridden look on your face was all the answer he needed.

Your eyes welled up, and Yoosung’s arms were instantly around you, pulling you against him as he squeezed you tight despite his own shock.

“MC, why wouldn’t you tell me? How long?” His words were soft; gentle whispers into your ear as his fingers combed through your hair.

When you explained your worries, Yoosung’s heart instantly melted, and he felt guilty that he’d never realised what you’d been going through the past few months.

“Don’t worry about my family, MC– don’t worry about anything at all. I love you, and I love this baby, and we’re going to be so happy, okay? I’m right here, cutie, I’m right here…”

And though your face was buried in his shirt, Yoosung could still feel your smile.

Zen:

We all know that Zen is super-focussed on his career, and in turn, works long hours with early starts and late finishes.

His busy schedule and blooming career is the first thing to cross your mind as you stare at the two glaring pink lines on your pregnancy test.

How were you going to tell him? How would he react? His career was just beginning to take off… what if he didn’t want children so soon?

How were you supposed to deal with that..?

And so, spiralling into uncertainty, you decide to put off telling him for as long as possible; to enjoy your relationship for what it was now, in case it all fell apart.

As a result of Zen’s schedule, it’s not too gruelling to hide your pregnancy from your boyfriend.

You usually wake up to brutal morning sickness hours after he’s already left for work, and your fluctuating hormones generally only make their presence known while you’re on your own.

Regardless, Zen is extremely observant, especially when it comes to his jagiya.

He idly notices that you’ve gained weight, but he’d never bring it up; he honestly doesn’t care, so long as you’re healthy, which you certainly seem to be with how radiant you’ve been the past couple of months.

He does, however, notice that you’re keeping something from him. As to what, he’s not sure.

Zen trusts you wholly and completely, so it doesn’t even cross his mind that you could be hiding anything too big from him (at least, at first).

He figures that maybe you’re just planning a surprise for him, as he’s done a number of times for you in the past few years that the two of you have been dating.

When he comes back early one evening to see that you’re not at home, he sets about making dinner for the two of you and decides to get a head start on the chores.

He knows that he’s slacked off on his household duties lately, and the least he can do is pick up a few now that he has some time at home so that you don’t have to worry about them later.

While your favourite meal is warming on the stove, Zen strips the bed of sheets and gathers your dirty laundry into the hamper. 

When he returns with a load of freshly dried clothes, he begins to pack them away. As he folds your underwear and tucks them into the drawer, he notices what seems to be a piece of paper peeking out from beneath the neatly folded fabric.

Confused, he pulls it out, his breath catching as he sees the ultrasound.

He reads your name and the date over and over, unable to even comprehend that you could keep something like this from him.

He’s crushed that you hadn’t told him, and immediately falls into denial.

This has to be a prank, right? MC would never keep something like this from me…

He’s still frozen, sonogram clutched in hand, when you arrive home.

Zen looks up at you, eyes pleading and face soft with vulnerability as he wordlessly begs an explanation.

“…MC?”

His voice is so quiet and broken that it kills you.

You gently explain that it’s real; that this isn’t a tasteless prank but, in fact, reality. Zen takes a deep breath to steel himself.

“Why wouldn’t you tell me? Don’t you think I’d want to be there, especially for this?” he demands, voice ringing with pain and rising in anger as he holds up the sonogram still crinkled in his fist. 

It takes a bit of explaining on your part, but Zen’s hot temper gets the best of him as he shakes his head and turns away from you. Tears prick your eyes.

“Don’t you see, Zen? This is what I was afraid of!” Your voice cracks, and Zen spares a glance back at you, immediately softening as he sees your glistening eyes and the tears beginning to stain your cheeks.

“MC… I love you. I love this baby. I’d never leave, you know that, don’t you, jagi?” His voice is hushed, his heart breaking as he leans in to brush a tear from your face with his thumb.

“You can’t keep things like this from me, princess… not something this big. If you’re worried, talk to me, okay? I’m in this with you. Forever, remember?”

His arms fall around your shoulders as he crushes you to his chest, before pulling away in panic.

“Crap! Was that too tight? Did I hurt the baby?!”

You laugh, and the sound is music to Zen’s ears as you drag him in for another hug.

Jumin:

When you wake up to a sudden wave of nausea, Jumin’s first reaction is concern.

“O-oh, it’s nothing, it must just be something I ate…”

“I see. I must speak with the chef who cooked for us last night, this is a disgusting oversight on his par-”

No Jumin don’t fire the chef ohmygod

You barely manage to calm Jumin down before you’re huddled over the toilet once more, and he lets all remaining traces of fury evaporate as he focusses on holding back your hair and rubbing your back soothingly.

All the while, your mind can’t help but dart back to the pregnancy test that you’d hidden at the bottom of the wastebasket.

You knew you couldn’t keep this a secret from your husband forever; and in your head, you knew that everything would work out just fine. It wasn’t like you couldn’t afford a child, you had more than enough money to provide for them, it was just…

The two of you hadn’t been together for that long; not really. And although that didn’t diminish your love for one another, it didn’t change the fact that Jumin was still just getting used to being emotionally vulnerable and opening himself up to other people.

Would children be too much, too quickly?

He’d never even expressed interest in having children before; he was far too occupied with you and your relationship, enjoying the joys of the present and letting the future bring what it may.

And although you manage to hide your continual morning sickness from him for a little while, you know that as soon as you start to show, you won’t be able to put it off any longer.

When you wake up feeling nauseous yet again, Jumin declares it the final straw.

“MC, you’re clearly ill. I’m phoning a doctor,” he says, voice stern and leaving no room for disagreement. “I should let Assistant Kang know that I won’t be in for work today…”

Your weak protests fall on deaf ears, and barely half an hour later, Jumin is opening the door…

You didn’t realise that “phoning a doctor” entailed bringing in a whole team of specialists in various medical fields.

They check your vitals, and when you hear them begin to murmur about blood tests, you break.

“Jumin, this isn’t necessary!”

“What? Of course it is–they can help, MC. There’s clearly something wrong-”

“Jumin, I’m pregnant!” you snap, the words falling from your lips before you can register their utterance. Jumin’s eyes widen, and he clears his throat as deafening silence falls over the room.

“Excuse us,” he manages, and the team of specialists quickly and awkwardly take their leave.

Honestly, he’s lowkey offended that you kept it from him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice is stiff and cold, and your heart sinks as you feebly attempt to explain.

“Do you honestly think so low of me? Do you truly not trust me, after everything that we’ve been through?” he asks, voice hard.

That’s when you start to cry.

Damn hormones!

Jumin immediately softens, pulling you into his arms.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry… you’re right. I do trust you, I swear, I was just… I was scared,” you finally managed, voice thick with tears.

And though it takes a little while, Jumin understands. And once the shock has faded, the small smile that tugs up the corner of his lips betrays the excitement that your news has brought him.

“We’ll have to start thinking of names, hmm?”

Seven:

You could hardly call the life that Seven led “safe.”

The risks that come with his job hardly provide an environment fit to raise a child, a thought that instantly flashed through your mind the instant you saw the two lines on the pregnancy test.

You swallow hard, hands shaking as you move to rest a hand over your stomach. If you had to guess, you’d wager that you were at least eight weeks along…

God, had Seven ever mentioned even wanting kids before?

But despite your worries, you couldn’t help but feel a flicker of delight at the idea of raising children with the man you loved so dearly.

Still, that didn’t mean you knew how to tell him.

Luckily, you had time. Seven had been sent on a mission for the agency only that morning, and he wouldn’t be back for at least a month.

Although the news had been initially devastating, you were half-beginning to consider it somewhat of a blessing in disguise… at least you could figure out how to break it to him now, right? It wasn’t like you could break news like that over the phone, after all.

When Seven does finally arrive home, he wastes no time in sweeping you into his arms and planting tiny kisses all across your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, drinking in your warmth and softness and desperately attempting to atone for all the time with you that he had missed.

After finally pulling away, Seven easily notices that you’ve gained weight–of course, he’d never mention it; you were always beautiful to him.

Regardless, he can’t help but observe that you really do seem to be glowing. 

Saeyoung knows you well enough to easily realise that you’re keeping something from him. He sees the nervous twitch of your fingers, the tightness of your smile…

And so, when the two of you cuddle up on the couch later that evening, Seven pressing kisses to your hair and clinging to you like a baby koala, he finally brings it up.

“Sooo… what aren’t you telling me, MC?” he asks, playfully poking your side despite the worry that claws at his chest.

What if they want to break up? Oh god, what if-

He finds himself so lost in his own concerns that when the words finally fall from your lips, it takes him a moment to process them.

“W-what?”

“I’m… I’m pregnant, Sae.”

You hold your breath, and only release it when you see the huge smile stretch over his face, brighter than the sun and just as warm.

And just like that, you know that everything is going to be just fine.

“If it’s a girl, can we name her Elizabeth?” “Seven nO-”

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[she-is-tim]

I love hating you | Elu enemies to lovers AU | Ch. 4

Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3

Lucas is an angry, closeted and frustrated gay teenager, while Eliott is the handsome, smart and popular guy in school. They hate each other… but not forever.

I don’t think I deserve this

Saturday morning was cloudy and cold, but Lucas couldn’t be happier. He started the day by doing his chores that was listed on their chalkboard Mika hanged in the living room. They kept switching the tasks, so no one gets bored of it. Later the day he joined Lisa on the couch, she was watching some weird documentary, but Lucas couldn’t care less, he was on his phone basically all afternoon, chatting with Eliott. Thankfully Mika was working, so he wasn’t asking questions about his happy behavior. 

srodulv Idriss and Sofiane keep trying to peek over when I’m texting you They are being annoying

lucallemant I kinda get them, you should be focused on studying, not texting me Not like I want you to leave

srodulv You would be missing me, and I can’t stand a sad hedgehog

lucallemant Too much confidence you got there, Demaury

srodulv I think I have good reasons to be sure about some things ;) 

lucallemant How do you know the boys, btw?  Idriss is older than us for sure

srodulv I am older than you too I had to repeat first year of high school

lucallemant What? I had no idea

srodulv Things happened in my life, so... It’s not important, but I was going to their school in first year But we are friends since middle school

lucallemant Well, at least now we’re in the same year

srodulv Haha That’s true Okay, I gotta go now, these two are driving me crazy

lucallemant You can do it! Saturday is almost over 

srodulv And I’m missing you so damn much

lucallemant Stop being so cheesy We spent hours together yesterday

srodulv It’s never enough time with you

lucallemant G O   T O   S T U D Y   E L I O T T 

srodulv Yes, ma’am

Lucas smirked at his phone for a few more minutes and put it in his pocket after Eliott didn’t say anything else. He loved to talk to him all day long, but he was with friends and he had to study too, so he couldn’t be selfish, asking him to keep texting. He might not be the smartest kid in school, but he knew that Eliott didn't do much studying all day, since he kept replying to him within seconds. 

Monday came way too slow, Lucas spent his sunday with studying and doing homework. He wasn’t on his phone much, but Eliott was also busy, so it wasn’t a big deal. In the morning he packed up his bag and left for school with Manon. They were planning to meet up in the common room before classes, just to chill and eat breakfast. The girl spent almost an hour in the kitchen this morning to make sandwiches for them, she was carrying it in a basket, while Lucas had two bottles of soda in his hands. 

“Seriously, Manon, It’s just monday, why are we having an indoor picnic?” He asked, his hands were numb from holding the bottles.

“We are halfway done with the common room, this is a little celebration.” she said excitedly and walked into the room, holding the door open for the boy.

They joined the others at the table, it seemed like they had some serious topic to talk about. Lucas put down the bottles and went to the shelves to get plastic cups for everyone. Meanwhile Manon put down paper plates and the basket full of sandwiches. The girls seemed to be really happy and continued their talk while eating. Lucas sat down next to Manon, chewing on a sandwich. Since friday he could only think about Eliott. He kept seeing him when he closed his eyes, he could clearly remember his smell and the feeling of his fingers on his skin. 

When his phone started buzzing, he felt his heart beating faster. Eliott haven’t texted him since sunday and he missed him so much. He was right back then, Lucas was one really sad hedgehog without him. All those feelings he had for this boy were overwhelming. He unlocked his phone, checking the message he got, but it wasn’t from Eliott, it was his mother. 

From Mom For if God did not spare angels when they sinned, but sent them to hell, putting them in chains of darkness to be held for judgment; [2 Peter 2:4]

Lucas took a deep breath and inhaled slowly. The girls were too busy talking about some sports event that will be on this friday, so they didn’t notice his reaction. He haven’t recieved a bible verse from his mom since a while now, it usually meant that she is doing bad. He knew that the nurse his father was paying took good care of his mother, but it was still frustrating to think about her feeling bad. He also haven’t seen her since months. Son of the year, clearly.

He excused himself and walked out of the common room. Students were already walking on the halls, so he decided to go to the bathroom and tried to call his mother. He spent there 10 minutes, but she wasn’t answering. Lucas got really worried now. He quickly looked for the number of his mom’s nurse and called her. He was walking around in the bathroom until she picked it up.

“Hello?” her voice was soft, calm. It didn’t seem like anything was wrong.

“Good morning! I am Lucas Lallemant, I wanted to ask about my mom.” he explained, talking a bit too fast, but hoped that the lady understood his words. 

“Oh, Lucas! I haven’t heard from you in a while.” she said softly, this was still not convincing the boy that things were okay. “Your mother is reading right now, we just had breakfast and she took her medications. But why is the sudden call?” 

“Nothing...” Lucas mumbled, feeling bad because panicing over such little stuff, but also because he haven’t met his mother in a while now. “Nothing, I just wanted to know if I can visit her after school.”

“That is a wonderful idea, I think she would like that. She’s feeling much better lately, we talk a lot and she told me a lot of stories about you.” she answered softly, which made Lucas’ heart feel warm. Knowing that his mother was able to talk and tell stories of his childhood meant that she was really doing better. 

“That’s great, I’ll go there around 17:00 after classes.”

“We will be waiting.”

“See you then.” he said and hung up, letting out a relieved sigh. 

He leant to the wall next to the bathroom stalls and looked out the window. Everyone was slowly coming inside from the yard as their classes were about to start. He was looking for one face, one messy hair in the crowd, but he couldn’t find him. Eliott might have already gone to his class. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back. Stop thinking of him, Lucas.

He walked out of the restroom now, ready to start his day. On his way to the lockers, he met Imane, she seemed to be looking for someone. Lucas stepped to her, smiling softly. Imane was a great friend for him and they always studied together for biology. She was sassy and confident, almost the exact opposite of Lucas. 

“Hey! Are you looking for someone?” he asked softly. The girl looked at him, a small smile playing on her face. Okay, this seems suspicious.

“Yeah, I was looking for you actually.” she said and handed him a carefully folded paper. “My brother gave this to me. Eliott asked him to get this to you.” she explained with now a wide smirk. Lucas felt his face burning, stomach turning. He couldn’t find the right words to say both because he didn’t wanted Imane to suspect anything and because he was deeply worried why was Eliott sending him a letter, not a message. 

“It’s not what...”

“Don’t bother.” she said raising her hands. “It’s not my business, I just didn’t know that you are friends with Eliott now.” she said crossing her arms, looking curious. “I mean you were talking shit about him like a month ago.” 

“We were just assigned for a school project.” he mumbled, lies coming out of his mouth without thinking about it. It was so natural for him to cover things in his life to make situations easier. “It’s probably just a note I left at his place.” he shrugged, trying to play cool. 

“Okay then, I was just asking.” she said.

“Why didn’t you gave it to me earlier?” Lucas asked now curiously. They were all in the common room, she could have handed it to him there so she wouldn’t need to look for him.

“I figured it’s something that the girls shouldn’t know.” she said seriously. “I mean... Daphné is still a bit gone for that guy, they wouldn’t let you breathe if they would know that you are close with Eliott.” she said.

“And you also don’t wanna let them know that your brother and him are friends, right?” the boy asked now with a half smirk, while Imane rolled her eyes. “I totally understand. Say thank you to Idriss for me.” he said and walked to his locker now. 

He slowly unfolded the paper, it was a drawing and a note under it, well actually two drawings. One of them was a sad hedgehog, looking at his black phone screen, the other one was a sad raccoon with a suitcase in his hand, waiting at the train station. Lucas felt his stomach turning, looking at the letters under the drawings, slowly reading the sentences.

“Dear Lucas

I am so sorry I haven’t texted you for a whole day, but something happened with my family and I had to leave Paris. Hopefully I won’t be away for long, but I am not gonna be able to use my phone. I’ll let you know when I get back. Damn, I wish I could have say goodbye to you in person, but I really had to leave quickly, I barely had time to make this letter, but I feel like this is what you deserve. Don’t worry too much, okay? I can’t stand a sad hedgehog, you know that. And maybe you can surprise me with something when I come back. I am going to miss you... I am already missing you

Sincerely A very sad raccoon”

His handwriting was beutiful, that is the first thing that got to Lucas’ mind, then he kept re-reading the sentences, trying to take in all that information. So Eliott had to leave urgently, that’s fine. He had no time to contact Lucas, which is also fine. Then he fucking decided to draw and write a letter to him. This guy was far too much into romantic stuff and Lucas was there for it. He put the paper in a safe place inside his bag, making sure he won’t lost it. He smiled as he walked to his first class. Eliott cares about me. 

After his last class, he was packing his stuff from his locker into his backpack. He wanted to reach the first bus to visit his mother. He was preparing himself for that all day. His mind was filled with imagined conversations, fearing that his mother will question him for not visiting her. He was really nervous, but also excited. He wasn’t in a good relationship with his father, but he always loved his mother even when she couldn’t be the mom Lucas wanted. 

As he stepped out of the building, he almost bumped into his friends. Arthur and Yann had to listen to some stupid story Basile was rambling about. He stopped speaking when they saw Lucas. The short boy smiled at them, being frustrated on the inside, because he knew he wont make it to the first bus now, not like he had to wait much for the next. He just really wanted to see his mother.

“Hey, Lulu! Haven’t seen you all day.” Yann said, pulling his friend into a quick hug. Lucas sighed, enjoying the moment of his best friends kindness. 

“Yeah, I was pretty busy with classes and helping the girls in the common room.” he explained, hugging back his friend before he pulled away, Arthur gave him a fist bump.

“You were with the girls?” Basile asked with sudden enthusiasm. “Were Daphné talking about me?” his eyes were wide open, hoping for a positive answer. Lucas totally forgot that his idiot friend is now having a crush on his sweet Daphy. Of course he liked and supported Basile with all heart, but he also wanted the best for his blonde, overexcited friend, which wasn’t being Basile’s girlfriend. 

“About you? No, I don’t think so.” he said honestly.

“See, Daphné doesn’t give a fuck about you, dude.” Arthur said, he was always there to tell the truth to Basile. “You gotta find yourself a girl that can appreciate you.” he said, squeezing his friend’s shoulder. The short boy smiled fondly at them, it was nice to hang out with the boys like this. He haven’t had much time to do this before because he was too afraid they will notice he’s different. 

“We were actually planning to go to my place and order pizza.” Yann said now, looking at his best friend. “You should join us.”

“I would love to, but I am actually going to visit my mom.” he said softly. “I am already a bit late.”

“Oh, did something happen?” Yann asked with a worrying tone in his voice. He was always there when Lucas needed help because of his mother and the boy couldn’t be more grateful for that.

“Nothing in particular. I just haven’t seen her in a while.” he said honestly. “But you guys have fun.” He smiled and fistbumped with them, then walking to the bus stop.

The afternoon with his mom was really nice, she wasn’t lost in her thoughts like she used to. Lucas told her about school, how classes going. He was talking about the common room and how she made friends with the girl group. It was nice to tell all this to someone who had no idea about them, he noticed how much he adores the girls and their friendship. Of course his mom asked if she like liked any of the group, but he said no confidently. They are like my sisters. And his mother seemed to be satisfied with that answer and didn’t ask more questions about her son’s love life. Lucas had no idea how much he needed this mother in his life. A caring, understanding and nice person who he can tell about his days, his friends, his classes. He wished he had the strength to tell her about his sexuality... or more likely his thing with Eliott. Is there actually a thing between us, though? 

It was late, almost 20:30 when he left his mom’s house, getting on the bus. He read Eliott’s letter again, staring at the drawings for long minutes. This heavy feeling in his chest didn’t wanted to go away, he was really worried and missed this handsome guy, his stupid texts, his soft words. He remembered how they almost kissed twice. He got goosebumps just by thinking about it. 

Days went on so slow Lucas felt like he was suffocating. He spent most of his time with studying or helping out the girls, anything that could keep him occupied to not think of Eliott. But when the nights came, everything rushed him at once. It was killing him slowly. He felt like he’s never going to come back. 

Somewhere around wednesday the boys started to talk about a party, then the girls were talking about it too, because Emma was hosting it. Lucas felt like it will be a good way to drink and forget his emotions, so of course he agreed to go with them. Since he haven’t heard from Eliott since 4 days now, all he wanted is to get drunk and not feel anything. He hoped that Arthur brings weed to the party, he was his savior all the time, even if he didn’t know that. 

He tried to put on some nice clothes, dark blue jeans, grey t-shirt and a denim jacket. Usually he would just put on a hoodie or his favorite blue jacket, but he kinda wanted to look good today, no specific reason. He tried to get his hair in some sort of shape, with very less success, so he just dropped the case within ten minutes. When he was ready, he texted the boys and left the flat. Manon was already there, helping Emma all afternoon to set things up.

Lucas was on the bus, checking the group chat with the boys. They were going crazy, because Yann told them that the girl he likes accepted his invitation to the party and they probably gonna meet up tonight. The boy smiled at his phone, congratulating to his best friend. He looked out the window, he was almost at the stop that was the closes to Emma’s house, when he got a message, it wasn’t from the boys, it was an instagram DM. His heart skipped a beat, his lips were dry, his stomach turned in that few seconds when he opened the app to see the message.

srodulv I got off the train, waiting for the bus. Do you wanna meet up? I need you

Lucas was struggling for only a few seconds. Eliott was so direct, no teasing, no playing around, he straight up said he needs Lucas. He got off the bus as soon as it stopped and thankfully could catch the ride to the other direction before it left the stop. He felt so many things at once, not knowing what to think. His hands were shaking, but he had to text back to Eliott, so he won’t be thinking that he left him on read.

lucallemant On my way

He wanted to scream at the driver to go faster. He didn’t know what was going on, but Eliott wasn’t feeling good, he could tell even through text. When he got to the right place, he jumped off the bus, he didn’t see Eliott anywhere, so he checked the time. It usually takes 20-25 minutes with bus to get to the train station from this part of the city. Eliott only texted him 14 minutes ago. The waiting was pure agony, he walked in a few meter radius up and down. His hands were sweating and shaking. He jumped when his phone started buzzing, but it was only the group chat with the boys.

Arthur Hey, Lucas, you should be here by now.  Where are you, dude?

Yann Is everything okay, bro? 

Basile Don’t fuck this up, man! There are hot chicks!

Arthur Lulu?

Yann Can’t you just answer?  I see that you read the messages

Arthur What is wrong with you?

He sighed and closed the chat for now, he couldn’t deal with his friends, not now when he was about to see Eliott. His stomach felt so tiny, he barely could breathe, he kept licking his lips, because they were so dry. He should have sit down, but he couldn’t stop his legs, if he settles, all the emotions will rush at him at once and he either cries or throw up. Not a good way to welcome his handsome... what is Eliott to him exactly? He shook his head.

He was so deep in his thoughts that he only noticed the bus when it left. He stopped his moves and looked at the boy standing in front of him, just a few meters away. Eliott put down his suitcase, he seemed exhausted, so tiny. He was hunched, pale, even more than usual. His eyes were red and the circles around them looked much darker, like he haven’t slept for days. He was looking at Lucas, hands in his pockets, like a scared animal. He opened his mouth, trying to say something, but then closed it, looking down.

Lucas was feeling so many things at once. He felt joy, because he missed this boy so damn much and it was good to have him back. He was worried, since Eliott looked like he have been through hell. He also felt insecure, because he didn’t know what was going on his head. When the tall boy looked at the ground, Lucas made his decision. He looked around, making sure no one was on the streets. It was getting late, friday night and this was a really calm part of the city anyways. He then started walking, almost running, jumping on Eliott, wrapping his arms around the slim body. 

Eliott was shocked first, but then he pulled his hands out of his pockets, sliding them on the short boy’s back, burying his face into his neck. Lucas stroked him gently, enjoying the smell of Eliott he missed so much. They were standing like this for long minutes, then Eliott pulled back just a little, still keeping the small one in his arms. He touched his forehead to Lucas’, looking into those deep blue eyes. 

“I missed you so damn much.” he whispered, voice sounded harsh, like he haven’t drank anything for a long time. Lucas slowly put his hands on his face, caressing his cheeks with his thumbs.

“I’m here now. No more sad raccoon or sad hedgehog, okay?” he said softly. Deep inside he felt like Eliott needed soft, reassuring words right now. 

“Okay.”

“I’ll stay with you.” he whispered, stil stroking the other one’s face.

Eliott looked at him, deep into his eyes. He looked like he was crying not too long ago and that was breaking Lucas’ heart. He couldn’t bare seeing him like this. He looked so small and volunerable now, almost like a lost raccoon. He took a deep breath, slowly reducing the distance between their lips. Eliott noticed this and closed his eyes, holding the boy closer by his waist. 

Their kiss was slow at first, tasting each other, making sure it’s okay for the other to do a bit more. Then they got out of hands, tongues dancing between opened lips, hands going everywhere, not knowing where to grab. It was strong and passionate, full of deep feelings. This long time apart made them crave for the other, wanting more and more. For long minutes it was just them, no one else existed on this world. Everything around them ceased to exist, the buildings, the street, the bus stop, all of it. They were in their little bubble of happiness. Then suddenly rain started pouring, getting them wet. 

They both pulled back, just a little bit to look into each other’s eyes, laugh like kids. Eliott seemed to be better now, his eyes were glowing with excitement. He gave a soft kiss on Lucas’ wet lips. Their hair was dripping, their clothes started to get soaked as the rain was going on more wildly. The tall boy grabbed his suitcase with one hand and Lucas’ wrist with the other, starting to run towards his apartment building. The small boy laughed , trying to keep up with the speed of Eliott. 

The door slammed behind them loudly, Eliott let go of his suitcase, wrapping both of his arms around Lucas, kissing him wildly. The boy giggled into the other’s lips, sliding his fingers into his wet hair, pulling him even closer. Their clothes were sticking to their body, making them feel each other more. They started to slowly dance towards the bedroom, trying not to stumble while still kissing and holding onto each other. Their kisses were sloppy, full of giggles, teeth bumping into teeth. 

Somehow they managed to get into the room, falling on Eliott’s bed after taking off their wet clothes, only leaving on their underwear. Lucas was laying down, Eliott above him, kissing his neck now while his hands were stroking his sides. The boy shivered, letting out a little moan. He had never felt so good with anyone, not like he ever tried this with boys, but he knew that this was special, that Eliott was special. 

Hours passed, now they were just laying in bed, Eliott was resting his head on Lucas’ chest, tracing little circles on his skin with his fingers. They haven’t talked, though the short boy had a lot of questions, he knew that he can’t force him to talk. It was nice to just lay like this, quietly, peacefully. Forgetting about the stupid party, about his friends, focusing himself on this gorgeous man in his arms. He played with Eliott’s hair a little. It was still a bit wet. 

“I thought you are not gonna come.” Eliott mumbled into the silence after a while, Lucas opened his eyes, fingers still playing with the other’s wet hair. 

“I wasn’t thinking... I was worried, you were so serious in that text.” he said slowly, kissing the top of Eliott’s head softly. 

“I don’t think I deserve this...”

“What do you mean?” he asked now concerned. He didn’t like how the tall boy was talking about himself. Usually he was the most confident person Lucas has ever known. He can’t be saying things like this. 

“Laying here, in your arms.” he said, raising his head to look into the boys’ eyes. “I am not good enough for this.” 

Lucas sighed, he put his hand on Eliott’s face, stroking it gently, rubbing his red, puffy lips with his thumb. He had so much to say, but couldn’t really put it into words, so instead he just gave a slow, lustful kiss to him, making sure that he gets what he’s trying to say. You deserve this. We both deserve this. We need each other. 

Eliott gave in after thirty seconds, leaning on Lucas like a hungry predator, grabbing his waist as he deepened the kiss with him. His tongue asked for permission and when he got that, he spent long minutes exploring the other one’s mouth, pressing their body together, skin touching skin. Their bodies fit so well like they were made for each other and in that moment Lucas felt like that was the truth.

They fell asleep like this, legs and arms entangled, Eliott resting on Lucas, wearing only boxers. Both of them were happy and they didn’t wake up until 11:00. Lucas slowly opened his eyes, not being sure first where he was, then he felt the heavy body on himself and started smiling. He buried his face into the messy locks, taking in the smell slowly. It was so unbelieveable that he was waking up in bed with Eliott Demaury. A few weeks ago he didn’t even wanted to hear his name and now he was holding him, smelling him. 

“You really like sniffing me, huh?” Eliott said suddenly, scaring the small boy a little. He looked up, smirking at him. “You are such a curious hedgehog.” 

“And you are one really annoying raccoon.” the boy said, making an angry face that got the other one to laugh.

“You are so adorable.” he said, kissing his lips softly. “I never wanna leave this bed. I wanna stay here with you forever.” he mumbled, caressing Lucas’ cheek gently.

“We can stay here... I don’t wanna leave either.” he said smiling, kissing Eliott’s palm. “I haven’t had such a good sleep in a really long time, actually.”

“Oh yeah?” the tall boy smirked, kissing his neck gently, biting it even. “So only the sleeping part was good?” he asked playfully. Lucas chuckled and run his fingers through Eliott’s hair. 

“You know that is not what I meant.” he said softly, kissing his forehead, then his nose. 

“What did you mean then?” 

“I feel good with you. I can’t really explain this... this week was absolute hell without you... I know that it’s stupid and I tried everything to get over my feelings, but...” 

“No, don’t say that.” Eliott said, suddenly leaning over the small boy, hands resting on the bed, looking at him with those stormy blue eyes. “I don’t want you to get over this. I wanna plunge into it... I don’t care if it’s a bad idea... I don’t care how, I just wanna be with you.” he said seriously, even shaking a little. Lucas wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him down for a lazy, gentle kiss.

“I want this too. I’m not sure if I am ready for it... especially not in public... but as long as you kiss me, touch me or look at me like this... I don’t want anything else in this world.” Lucas whispered into his lips, looking into his eyes. A bright smile appeared on Eliott’s face, making his dark circles disappear, he looked so young, carefree and happy. The small boy totally loved that smile, he would do anything just to see it again. He pulled him back for a soft kiss. I could get used to this.

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↠ summary: jisol isn’t the only who got run over by the gossip train... and in the process, she learned a lot more than she was ever supposed to... (lmao this is such a trashy summary!!)

↠ idea: jungkook x oc!! bts mafia au!! kpop universe!!]

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“I’ll bring you your stuff later, ok sis? Just please don’t trip on yourself if you see Han Jisung. Please.”

“For the last time! I DON’T LIKE HIM!”

“Sure sis… you definitely don’t have a sketchbook of drawings of him.”

“You can stop talking now!”

The two had arrived at Jeongmi’s new room, because college dorms were way too expensive. And lucky for her, there was a Min Jisol who was looking for a roommate.

“I’ll bring your stuff around later, ok?”

“Ok… bye!”

But in his defense, Jungkook believed he had the right to be worried about his little sister. Because he was pretty darn sure he knew exactly how her roommate was: the infamous Min Jisol of Daegu Town High School. She was the girl that everyone warned you about. It was obvious she smoked because she always coughed as if she had smoker’s lung and could literally collapse at any given moment. And Jesus Christ, she always smelled like goddamn alcohol! She always seemed as if she had tried to get the stank of alcohol off, but in the end she miserably failed and the smell basically radiated off of her. But of course, can’t forget that she was always late and skipping class. The problem? She never got in trouble for it. To top it all off, she graduated as valedictorian. Combined with her popularity amongst the boys for her looks, it was no surprise when the gossip train tooted about Jisol sleeping around with the administration to get straight A’s. Hence, she was basically the queen of the school in all aspects. Despite all the obvious warning signs, people loved her. Earning her the nickname, Harley Queen.

But Jungkook was barely any better and he knew it. His reputation wasn’t exactly spotless since he hit high school. Puberty had treated him very kindly, earning the attention from all the girls within the school district. Especially at sport competitions. And every so often, a girl would ask to speak to him somewhere quiet. Alone. Like a lost lamb, he would follow. He never did anything, didn’t even touch them, yet the gossip train tooted that Jungkook had a knack for quickies and breaking the girls’ hearts once he was done with them. Because of this one fact, Jungkook had begrudgingly agreed to let Jeongmi room with Jisol. Maybe she was just another victim of the gossip train, just like him.  Or maybe it was just his grudge against her for… a number of reasons.

“Ok… bye Jungkook!”

“I’ll bring your stuff up in like, two hours ok?”

“Uh-huh. Goodbye!”

Obviously, Jeongmi was super embarrassed that her brother was basically dropping her off at her first apartment. And she didn’t want to make a bad first impression, so she did everything in her power to shoo him away. But as soon as the door opened, Jeongmi was shocked by the girl’s beauty in front of her. All of her doubts disappeared into thin air and she found herself bowing awkwardly.

“Hello, my name is Jeongmi. It’s really nice to meet you!”

But Jisol was already busting a lung with laughter.

“You are so cute!! But anyway, you don’t have to act so formal around me. We’re roommates now Jeongmi. As you probably know, my name’s Jisol and welcome to the apartment!”

Despite having only met once or twice, Jeongmi already felt the bond forming between them.

“Do you need any help bringing your stuff up or anything?”

“Actually, my brother is bringing up my stuff in a couple of hours.”

“Girl, that’s honestly sibling goals. My brother would tell me to suck it up and be independent like all the girls in the world preach about.”

But now, Jeongmi was confused as hell. How in the world did Jisol have such awful rumors circulating about her? She was honestly one of the sweetest, most wholesome Jeongmi had ever met. But for Jisol? She was just over the moon that there was someone who was willing to give her a clean slate and actually get to know her. Not try to kiss up to her just so she could be referred to one of the guys. The reason everyone thought she was a slut was that most of her friends were guys. Mostly because the other girls at school were entirely too judgemental. And super bitchy.

“Feel free to explore, Jeongmi. Lol, you don’t have to be so nervous. You kinda live her now?”

And Jeongmi was like, why the hell does it literally smell like freaking daisies? Smoker’s lung, my foot! There wasn’t even the slightest whiff of smoke or alcohol anywhere. That’s when the knock came faintly. Which Jeongmi barely heard.

“Hi, I’m Jungkook, Jeongmi’s older brother. I came to drop off her stuff?”

Already, Jungkook was gaining attention from the neighbors. Mostly because the apartment was a hot spot for college kids who couldn’t afford or didn’t want to live in a dorm.

“Unnie, do you mind if he comes inside? Because there are literally people crowding the hallway just to stare at him. And it’s kinda gross?”

“Yeah, of course! Come on in.”

See, Jeongmi was totally clueless to the history between Jungkook and Jisol. They had been rivals at everything, all the way up until high school. But that was a different story. Sighing, Jisol let him in, promising herself to be civil for Jeongmi’s sake, if not hers.

As for Jungkook, he was surprised to see the two three-star black belts hanging in the open closet and the sheer amount of beat-up medical textbooks on the kitchen table.

“Do you want anything to drink?”

“Uh, no. I’m good actually. But thanks.”

And he was 100% surprised at how well Jisol was keeping her cool. Taking the heavy box from him, Jisol gave Jungkook a tight smile.

“I  can help Jeongmi unpack if you have somewhere you need to be.”

But Jisol knew that look in his eyes all too well. There was no way this could be the apartment of the Harley Queen, right? There was no way that the Queen would actually be reading and studying to get good grades, right? She had to be hiding the booze somewhere, right? The drugs? The weed? The cigarette packs? And Jungkook understood the tone of dismissal in her voice all too well.

“Then I’ll be going then. Bye, Mi!”

But as Jungkook made his way down to his car, he couldn’t but think of the little collage of Jisol’s baby pictures on the wall. One of them was of the two of them holding hands as they crossed the street. Groaning out loud, Jungkook looked towards the sky.

“STOP BEING IN MY LIFE MIN JISOL!!!!!”

Why was his life so intertwined with Jisol’s?!! On top of already being entangled with every aspect of his life, why was she his ex-girlfriend from preschool too?!! He thought he’d erased his memory of her a long time ago!!

When Jungkook got back to the house, he wasn’t surprised to find Yoongi watching TV on the couch.

“So… how did it go?”

“I mean, Jeongmi seems to really like her, so I guess that’s all that matters.”

Shaking his head, Yoongi sat up straight.

“But I asked what your thoughts on Jisol are?”

“She’s… a lot different from what I expected.”

“How so?”

“She seems a lot more… put together than everyone takes her for. There’s not a single trace of cologne, smoke, drugs, or alcohol in there. I honestly have no idea how the hell these rumors formed about her. She seems really nice.”

“Well… she has changed a lot since high school ended. Plus, the rumors are mostly my fault. But I thought you were-”

“What are you talking about, hyung?”

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, Jungkook. However, this story isn’t entirely mine to tell, so it’d be a tad unfair if she weren’t here to explain the entirety of the situation.”

“But-”

“No.”

Grumbling, Jungkook made his way to the shower. He knew where he stood among the seven guys as the youngest: at the top. But when it came to Yoongi? That was all null and void.

“YAH JUNGKOOK-AH! JOONIE HAS A MISSION FOR YOU, JIMIN, AND TAE!!”

Jin yelled through the door, banging on it to disrupt the peace of the hot, running water.

“Ok hyung! I’ll be out soon! BUT YOU BREAK THAT DOOR I SWEAR-”

“BYE!”

But why was Tae coming on this mission? That almost never happened. He was the one who usually stayed back to work the comms and get all the inside info that was necessary to send to whoever was out in the field. But if he was coming, Joon-hyung’s mission for them had to be insanely top priority if Tae was coming out to play. 10 minutes later, the boys were seated on the floor in front of Joon.

“Does everyone here know Song Yuri?”

“Yeah. We’re all in the same biology class.”

“Well we just found out from our spy that Yuri is actually the heiress of the Ahn Empire in Daegu.”

“Wait… aren’t they the ones-”

“Who created a memory implanter and have passed down some secret through generations, using it?!!”

“Yes, that one. And if everyone else knows, then everyone is going to be gunning for her. She’s dating one of the NCT boys so we have to be careful. From what we know, she’s close with all of the NCT boys so we have to be careful. The reason I chose you three is because you have a subconscious memory of Yuri’s behavioral patterns So please bring her back alive. Got that?”

“Yes hyung.”

“Good. We’ve also got word that it’s one of the Dreamies’ birthdays today so they’ll be vulnerable. I will take the other hyungs to take them out, ok?”

“Ok hyung. See you later!”

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A/N: OKAY YAY PART 1 IS DONE OF THE BLOOD UNIVERSE SERIES!! lmao idek if i actually want to turn all the “books” of this series into the same universe but we’ll see:) btw i literally just fangirled so hard in the car when dream glow came on LOL!

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You Were Always Mine, Chapter 20

AU Tom Hiddleston - Romantic, Historical Romance, Victorian Fic. Based off the imagine; ‘Thomas spying on you after your divorce and doing anything to get you back. Including threatening your new beau.’ Prompt found on ​this blog. Link to the imagine here…. Chapter number: Chapter 20 Author: punk-in-docs (Here is my Masterlist for more chapters…) Triggers/warnings: Angst. More Violence. Attempted assault, and mentions of corpses, and triggers for death threats towards children. Btw. As a face to picture Harriden, just google Thomas Kretschmann as Dr. Helsing in the TV series Dracula.

She had always felt apprehension about going into a mortuary. Some doctor’s, she estimated, were far more brassy about their entrance into the place. But to her, the morgue, was a place where respect was conferred on the dead. It should have been a place of sombre, gut-tightening, remorse. She couldn’t look upon a corpse without feeling melancholia for the life that person had once fulfilled. Just because life was extinct, it did not mean that they were worthless. She held respect for pathologists, to see each cadaver, as just another patient. Perhaps, as she was a nurse, seeing the dead, meant that every single aspect of hope, and the job she carried, had failed both her, and the person on the morgue slab.

Erik had come to fetch her, a staggering three hours later, when he had finished Rosamund’s post-mortem. Conforming her death was loss of blood, via an assault on her persons, with a left handed assailant slitting her throat as he held her from behind. It wasn’t a gang rival killing, nor a mugging gone wrong. It was violent, cold-blooded, pre-meditated, murder. And that was what he promised his report would contain. Her father had been contacted, but blithely refused to come and identify her body. That fell down to her shoulders now. Erik walked across, ahead of her, cutting through the room to get to the only occupied morgue slab. As the police coroner had so casually put it, ‘It was a quiet night. Place doesn’t liven up til about one.’ She had given him a look of discernible annoyance and anger as he’d said that, shrugged, and remarked he was going for a smoke break. She followed Erik in, feeling terribly feeble, and scared of seeing one of her dearest friends, cold, grey and carved up to her chin, under that cloaking white sheet that shone brilliantly white in the intense light of the place. The walls were a reflective, green tile. The same awful, dank, moss green that had lined the hallway. She can see her jagged, distorted, in the tiles. Reflecting back on her. showing her a haunted vision of herself.

Vianne stood, wringing her hands. Nervously. Scared of what she knows she’ll  see. Unfortunately, she’d seen many a corpse in her time. But never had one of those been someone she’d known so intimately, and taken from this world in such a heartless manner. Erik pauses, and Vianne watches him, he’d looked sombre, more than was appropriate for the situation, ever since he had come to fetch her. She knew Erik inside out, she could see it in him, his brow was drawn, as it was when he was either aggrieved, or deep in thought. Usually, when he looked like that, he’d tread, pacing back and forth in the Campus courtyard, treading grass underfoot, his spare hand tucked in his white coat pocket, the other holding his pipe to his mouth as he puffed, and puffed. Stared at the ground below his feet, And thought. He looked worried, and she could sense his trepidation was for her benefit. His hands went to the sheet, and after he looked at her for a long minute, the longest minute of her life, she saw tears, silver and unshed in his eyes. She swallowed, steeling herself.

He lifted the sheet off. And Vianne’s heart shattered all over again. She cupped her hands to her mouth, to stem her cries, but the sound of her sobs still cracked the shield of her fingers.

There she was. Rose in her final resting place. That lovely, enviable, honey blonde hair, scraped back off her face, in a harsh arrangement she would have been less than tolerably fond of. Her skin is an almost translucent kind of pale, almost as if Vianne can see every blue vein wriggling under her skin, now they lay so awfully still. Her skin was marble-stone grey, cold to the touch, like one of those beautiful, Grecian statues at the British Museum. This was how Rosamund price would forever be, frozen in time. A beautiful, precious thing who couldn’t be saved. The weeping crimson stitched wound running down the middle of her body, between her small, pale breasts, stands out starkly. But that wasn’t the reason Vianne was now sobbing, sounds of her cries, and gasps pleas echo off the cold, sterile walls.

She was crying, because Rosamund had been expecting, in the family way.

Vianne, not able to be shaken by anything gory. Afraid of nothing, and wary of very little, broke down at seeing that. She began to heave, and in her shock, she stumbles across the room, and empties her stomach contents into the enamel surgical tool bowl, stood in the corner. The smell of carbolic acid wafting up her nose, making her feel even queasier. Erik darted across to her, and rubbed her back. Startled at her nauseas reaction from a nurse whom he knew could stomach anything that came her way. But clearly not this. He poured her a glass of water, and forced her to sip it, holding it up to her lips. She drank little of it. Only to get the acrid, foul sting of regurgitation out of her mouth. She turns back, looking once more at her friend. One hand over her mouth, the other on the stand behind her.

“I don’t need to tell you the cause of death, do I?” Erik asked lowly. And he didn’t, of course. She shook her head. “Vianne, I am sorry, but I have to get a formal identification of her, to release her body to the undertaker to prepare her for burial-“ He began sorrowfully.

She shuts her eyes, and speaks calmly. Opening them again, transfixed by the corpse across the room. “It’s her…” She remarks with tears falling from her eyes. “Miss Rosamund Eleonora Jane Price..” She tells him. He rubs her shoulder gratefully, taking off his gloves to write it on the medical form to her left. She crossed back to her friend.

Her stomach was swelled to a point that so evidently indicated she had been secretly carrying life. All the more clear to make out from her undernourished body. Rose had always been slim, so a bump would have been harder and harder for her to hide as the weeks went on, even in the early stages. Vianne hadn’t really began to show until her sixteenth week. She looked back up, tears dripping from her eyes, across at Erik, who looked stoic as he walked over. As if he were holding them back too. And he was only her doctor, but there was vulgar, bitter breed of sadness in this situation. That someone, some monster, would kill an expectant mother. She laid her hand over roses, cold, pale one. Stiff as wood to hold. She didn’t touch her friend with precise indifference, as she had done with many corpses before, purely for medical purposes. She held onto Roses hand as if she were still here, smiling at them all, light shining in those, happy, blue eyes.

“How many weeks was she?” Vianne asked with a croaking voice. Erik sombrely answered. Laying his bare hands down on the slab, and clenching his fists on the hard table below them. Drawing the sheet up to protect the ladies modesty, up to her shoulders, he let the covers rest. Still showing her face.

“It’d be my very rough estimate, that she was just at the end of the embryonic period, and just beginning the foetal period. Around ten weeks.” He said.

“Ten weeks.” Vianne repeated. Harriden watched her face very closely, she wouldn’t take her eyes off the evidence of Rose’s baby.

“Do you know who the father is?” He asked quietly. Vianne reluctantly nods.

“The man I was engaged too. Henry St. Clair.” She gasps out, and more tears come. She looked up to see that Erik looked repulsed, and agitated by hearing such news.

“As insensitive as this remark may seem. I’m almost relieved for her passing. No woman nor child should be indebted to be dependent on that man.” Erik stated.

“She was a poor, poor, stupid,  girl in love.” She remarked. “I know how it feels to be like that… and how it feels when you find out the truth.” Vianne explained, her hands reaching over to pull the cadaver sheet more fully over her head now.

“I’ll organise her funeral. Even if her father won’t put a penny towards it… I won’t have it be spread around town like foul gossip that Rose had no-one to care after her on this earth. She’ll be laid to rest in the most elegant coffin, and I will have only sterling words spoken of her, and of her child. She’ll have a wonderful, service, and the most elegant flowers I can get my hands on. But not Lilly’s. She hated Lilly’s, ‘awful, abominable things. Smelled like death,’ according to her, she always called them funeral flowers..” Vianne remarked with empathy on her tone, and tears still in her eyes as she remembered her friend. Stroking her hand fondly, before that too, she folded under the sheet.

“I’ll see to it her body is released to the coroner tonight. Vianne. But, now, I think you’ve had plenty enough trials for one day. I’ll escort you home. Thomas warned me that leaving you alone could be perilous…” Erik stated, heading for his jacket, hung up on a peg the other side of the room. His medical box was packed, and ready to go. Vianne knew, if she so much as opened her mouth and protested, she’d be very sternly reprimanded, and counteracted. Erik heaved on his coat, and nodded across at her.

“But, you have a home to go too. Erik…You have Julian..” She began. Erik wasn’t married, nor widowed. But he happily lived alone, in comfort. He had a dog he adored, a floppy eared basset hound, called Albert, and though she never remarked on it, nor passed judgement, but Erik Harriden enjoyed companionship with Sir Julian Remmington-Holland, another man of high class. A Lord. They were both upstanding, respected men of society, and no one ever remarked on the nature of their cosmopolitan bond. Though Erik appeared charming to women, and there was not a man alive who didn’t like him. Erik Harriden’s heart was firmly captured, but he was reserved about it, though still warm hearted, for he knew that idea wasn’t accepted in any society. It didn’t matter, not to her. People should love, who they love, gender be damned. Erik cared after Vianne in a way that made her feel safe. He was her greatest mentor, and the kindest, and only, person she let herself depend on. As a single, struggling, heartbroken mother, all those years ago, Erik, and Julian, whom she both knew intimately, and adored, together, they were godsends, more of fond uncle’s to Juliette and Arthur than friends. He didn’t feel like a friend, he felt like family. And families looked after one another…

But he merely met her eyes, tilted his head, he grabbed her hand, and held tight. His bronze eyes sparkled.

“I shan’t hear of your protests. What Doctor would do any less for his bestest, brightest student?” He finalises with a kind, warm smile that he was known for.

There is nothing but thick silence on the cab ride home. Night is shrouding, cold and blue over London now. Vianne idly wonders if Thomas had managed to sort out that problem at his foundry, she hoped it wasn’t too drastic-a catastrophe. She trusted his competence to deal with the matter, he could take charge and sort everything. The man she knew two years ago was so tightly held under rein, he could do no such thing. Lucille’s death, tragic as it was, must have been such a release for him. He was never, truly a part of the dark schemes, save for being handled and managed by her. He feared standing up to her, and she saw why. Lucille dealt out only in severity, masqueraded as love.

She knew, the minute she saw Thomas and his sister interact together, at Allerdale. That she’d never be able to encroach on what they had. The bond that had formed, in them both finding solace together out of the horrors of their childhood. Lucille thought she was losing her hold over Thomas, that’s why she lashed out so, violence being the only thing she knew how to successfully inflict. But what she didn’t know, was that from the day Thomas slid a ring on Vianne’s finger, in that chapel in Scotland, the rift between the siblings could do naught but grow wider. Lucille had made it painfully apparent in her life, that she liked only three things. Thomas. Allerdale Hall, and being in charge. She liked everything just so. Everything pinned in place, like her scarab beetles, immaculate, and under her control. Everything tagged, named and identified. There was her order, and there was no way of overthrowing it. Thomas saw her as a frail, fragile woman, though strong, she was more susceptible to break than heal. Vianne saw through that in a second. She had Thomas wound tight round her finger, like her little puppet. Now she was gone, Thomas strings had been cut, and his ties to home, he had gratefully severed. He was his own man now, and there was every comfort in that, for him. She saw it.

The carriage comes jolting to a stop, and she looks across, seeing they’d arrived home all before she’d even realised it. The tall, thin stretch of the white marble of her townhouse, stretched up above the street. All the lights within were off, she was relieved to see, and Vianne surmised that since she sent the note to Jeanie telling the staff, they had weeks off, she had stuck to that order. She still gave them pay, of course, she wasn’t cold-hearted, but she had told them to be absent, whilst she had some ‘redecorating’ done. When really, she didn’t trust St. Clair not to hurt her house staff, should they get caught in the crossfire of this sordid mess. She exited swiftly, key in hand, and Erik behind her, as they strode out of the foggy, darkening night, and into the comfort of home. Only when Vianne slid inside, her heart prickled, because it didn’t feel homely anymore. Cloaked in darkness, it didn’t feel like home, not to her. Not anymore. It felt like home where there was a dark, dashing man awaiting on her, in the other room. The last week, with Thomas, in his suite, felt more cosy, and homely to her than two years spent in this grand, mausoleum. She slides her keys into the bowl, on the side table, by the door, and flips on the light switch out of habit. It comes on, and briefly, the place is swamped, made a little cheerier, by the honey gold light that comes on. But before she even took one step, the lights fizzled out with a clicking, pang. She sighed. Erik moved behind her, coming in and shutting the door.

“I’ll check to see if there’s any bulbs in the kitchens…whilst I’m about it, I’ll put the kettle on. I surmise, we are both in need of tea.” He pledges. Vianne, stood in the mirror by the parlour door, busily slides the feeble pins out of her straggled hair do. Ruined by the night of activity she’d suffered through. After he speaks, she turns and smiles, looking sidewards at him.

“I do hope I’m not rudely keeping you from Julian’s company..” She enquires. He smiles at her.

“You could not, even if you wished too. He is in Yorkshire, staying with the Lord and Countess of Ahern. Shooting, hunting and playing a country gent as I understand it. The only person from whom you’re keeping me tonight, is Albert.” He explained.

 “I’ll just go up, and change my gown. But I’ll make us something to eat, as penance, for my separating you.” She tells.

“I didn’t know Heiress’s could cook?” He ribbed.

“I didn’t know Doctors could boil kettles.” She japes back.

Erik chuckles warmly, folding his gloves in his hands. He moved, still in his swathing, fur collared coat, through the foyer, and down the kitchen stairs. He rubbed her shoulder kindly as she went past. “Touché.” He congratulates as he walked past her. She chuckles, hearing the whine of the kitchen stairs, as he went. That was one thing she detested about living alone. The fact that when the staff retired, the only sounds up around the house, were ones of silence. She hated that. She liked hearing someone she loved, go about their business in the other room. The creak of a floorboard, or the rustle of paper as they sat at their desk.

Lost in idle thoughts, she pulls out the drawer of the foyer dresser, forgetting what she hid there a while ago. She see’s the two portraits, in small, square frames, staring up at her. Their cherubian faces looking searchingly into the camera. She reaches out, and her fingertips stroke the faces through the glass. Arthur had gotten his father’s colouring, with hair as dark as ink. And between them, both boasted a set of eyes so piercing, Vianne knew they had got them from Thomas’s side too. The only feature that marked Juliette as being her daughter, was the bright, sleek locks of pure copper that tumbled from her beautiful head. They were gorgeous children, and she could barely stand it that, as she was with Henry, she had to keep them a secret, as if she were ashamed, which meant her visiting was scarce. She missed them both so much, it was as if she was missing two of her limbs. She took a keen interest in their schooling, at St. Antony’s, and visited often to take them presents, and for walks in the park with Sister Mary. They knew, they were loved. And Vianne found it harder and harder, leaving them there each time. In the early days of being back within London, she had considered giving them up for adoption, or fostering. But in her heart, deep down, she knew they were hers, and they always would be. She’d laboured so hard, to escape Allerdale, and their Father, that she gave no thought as to whether or not when she had them that she’d actually turn into a competent mother. Eventually, after getting the assistants job to help Harriden, slowly, as she came to trust him more, one day, she opened up, and told him. Afterwards, rambling on and on, about how they didn’t affect her work life, and that she made every care and consideration to see that they had everything they needed. And that she could keep the vows of her profession, because she wasn’t married, it was forbidden for married nurses to work at the London. After she finished spewing out her secrets, and worries. Erik looked up from his work, and the desk opposite, and slid his glasses off. Folded them in his hands, and smiled fondly at her, and then he said. ‘I’m gay. Miss James. I live with a man whom I love so dearly, life without loving him seems… damn near impossible. We all have our secrets outside of work, I urge you, don’t fret. So long as my secret is safe with you, yours will always have a haven with me.’  He’d smiled. ‘And, if you are amenable, I would like to meet your children. If they have half their mothers fortitude, then they are surely the sweetest children in all of England, are they not?.’ After that, Erik came regularly to see Jules and Arthur. He brought them cones of sherbet, and Albert lolloped along as they played happily in the park.

One memorable occasion she can remember, they were sat in Regents park, on a bench, on a brisk autumn day, watching the two children play with Albert, and running about in the crispy, underfoot, fun of the golden, amber and scarlet dry leaves on the ground. And, as Erik and she sat together, a passer-by, mistook them for a wedded couple, watching their children, and their canine caper about on the emerald grass. Vianne had flushed pink, and blinked those blue doe eyes as she searched for an explanation. Erik was certainly handsome, but he was much older than her, sadly, these days, closeness in age, to a marriage match, was not a hindering factor. Erik, to save her embarrassment, scooped her leather gloved hand up in his, kissed it, and spun a long tale to the stranger about how they met, ten years ago, on this very park bench, before they courted. The woman, reeling from his expertly crafted story, trotted off, secure in the belief she had just met the most love-struck couple in all of modern London. Erik excused his brazenness, his cheeks too, under his stubble, looked just as red as hers. He told her then, something he’d never told anyone, not even Julian. Was that he often ached after the thought he’d never have a family of his own. He’d never have a noisy house, crammed full of children and dogs. Because of ‘how he was’  he’d never know what it was like to be part of a family. That if he, were ‘normal’ then he’d want a wife exactly like her, because she was the most beautiful, giving, kind-hearted soul he’d ever known, and just being acquaintances and colleagues with her was one of his finest blessings, he’d considered. Vianne had told him then, chiding him for such self-deprecating remarks, and informing him that he would always be a part of her family. Meagre as it was. But the resulting smile on his face told her he didn’t think that, not one bit.

She traced her finger over both their lovely faces, before she shut the drawer. Wiped away the tear that had beaded in the corner of her eye, and turned about, intending to head up the stairs. She rounded the banister, picked up her skirts, and headed up. Halfway, she hears a noise that was so unusual in its nature, it made her stop. It was the sound of the dining table, scraping against the tiled floor, and the clattering crash of crockery hitting the tiles.

She thinks that it’s maybe Erik being a bit butterfingered. Her kitchen was quite poky. “Erik, Is anything the matter?” She calls, to no response. He was probably sheepishly searching for the broom as she spoke. She continues up a step, but the flare of fear and horror sits low in her gut, and she wasn’t one to ignore her gut instincts. She doesn’t call his name, but she scurries down the stairs, quickly, and she treads down them carefully. When she gets there, her heart stops, when she sees Erik, lying face down on the floor. The dining table was jolted out of place, scattered across the floor. Speaking of which, was littered with shards of destroyed crockery from the plate rack, now directly to her left. The kettle was overfilling, bubbling over in the sink. The patter of water continues, hissing and spitting down into the ceramic sink. She crouches, shaking his back, seeing if he was conscious, the corner of the dining table had blood specked on it. She surmises he must’ve fallen and hit his head. She tries to see if there’s a pupillary response when she opens his eyes. “Erik?” She asks him, trying to see if he’d respond. She didn’t see that the vacant shadow in the corner of her scullery, was filled with a dark figure. A familiar one, at that.

“I never did like him.” Comes the sneer. “Don’t know why the London insist on hiring a bloody Sodomite, anyway…” He spits. Vianne’s head jerks up in the direction of the sudden voice. Her lips gape, and from her position, knelt on the floor, she stays there, merely watching Henry as he stepped forwards, and throws a heavy, clunking object to clash heavily to the floor. It looked, to her, like a discarded cut of bent pipe. And it had blood on the back. Erik must’ve hit his head, falling forwards from the backwards blow Henry gave. Vianne recoiled, shrinking to the kitchen wall, by the bottom of the stairs, as Henry stalked closer.

She whimpered, he stepped closer, too close, for etiquettes sake. She turned her head to the side, able to feel his breath hit her cheeks, and his chest touched into her body, he was stood so close. He was wearing that grin, and the darkened eyes that told her he’d enjoyed a drink or two, before coming here. He was wearing all black, with an undressed collar, and black leather gloves on his hands. A silver watch chain was the only decoration to his lapels. Other than that, his big, thick, black coat covered most of his body. She flinched, not wanting to cry, but she feels close to it, when he fists his hands in her skirts, and the other grips her neck in a chokehold. She, on the other hand, is too terrified to move. It was what he did to her body that she hated the most. Petrifying her to the point of paralysis. She hated it.

“Hello dear. Did you miss me? Sorry I haven’t called… been rather busy…” He coos into her ear, and she can almost taste the whiskey on his breath. The hand fisted in her skirts, now slid up her back, cupping her ass, and slipping up to clutch the small of her back. Tugging her form closer into his chest. Feeling those perfect, pale breasts crush to his chest. He groaned caressing her body. “How’s your Sharpe? From what I hear, he declares you’re a wonderful fuck. Only I never got the chance to find out, now did I?” He snarls, watching her eyes, wide and terrified. Tendrils of red hair straying in her eyes… He groaned with delight, long and slow, admiring the way her supple body arched into him.

“Too busy with Rose. I suppose…” She spits back snidely. “As evident by the fact she was expecting your child…” She snaps before can stop herself. His jaw clenched, and his eyes narrowed. Tears fell from hers.

“I admit, that wasn’t to plan. But it was never my idea to kill the stupid bitch…” He explains, squeezing her neck tighter. Shamefully feeling how this situation, them here, now, was serving to make him aroused. He did forget she was such a sweet beauty, from up close. She was ripe to grope too, all curves. He hated the fact that he’d been denied them, where Sharpe had been let loose on them, with no so much as a thought and her thighs parted for him. And they’d been courting for a month, with not so much past the occasional long kiss. Was it any wonder he had to seek comforts elsewhere?

“Then whose was it?” She asks, his hold on her throat stung, certainly, but it was loose enough to let her talk freely. But on her seeking answers, his hand grew tighter. As she kept him talking, her fingers scrabbled gently for the dresser that she was almost wedged into. She can feel the edge of a plate, cold slippery and firm under her fingers, she leans over, keeping the conversation going as he hadn’t realised her hand was freely wandering.

“Never you mind.” Then he grinned. “You’ll find out, soon enough, I’m taking you to them..” He tells her.

“To who?” She seeks.

“The man who has your lover, and most probably will have left a few scars on his persons, before we get there…” He grinned, triumphantly. Her eyes flared with sudden realisation.

“There was no accident, was there? You just had to get us apart… What? Have you paid off the police now?” She snarls.

“Such a clever girl.” He groans patronisingly. “You’d be surprised how many people my associate has under his thumb…” He sneers. She had her fingers around it now. She had to act, without thinking about the consequences, she grabbed the plate, and smashed it across the back of his head. He dropped, and his grip on her grew slack, she ran.

She darted up the stairs, but apparently, a thin piece of crockery was not enough to subdue a fully grown man, of Henry’s bulk and stature. When she gets back to the foyer, she can hear him move behind her, he groans, snarling to snatch at her skirts, which she hears rip, as he tried hard to catch her. Which he manages, he grabs her, and in her stumbling to get away, she crashed sideways into the dresser by the front parlour door, sending the drawers shooting forwards, and the body of it falling down to the floor after. Meaning its contents splattered all over the floor, skidding across the tiles. From her sudden collision with the floor, she is winded. But she can’t move fast enough to escape him.

She feels him grab her bicep, and feels the full weight of him atop her. Twisting her round, she is pressed to the floor, facing up under his body. His legs bracket hers, and his hands grab at her shoulders. Keeping her pinned there. Other than being knocked to the floor, she is unhurt. His hand stroked up, harshly over her hair, and he leans down to sniff at her neck, smelling her, her perfume. She knew he always did that when he began to grow aroused. She tried to push him off, but he is too strong, he was suffocating her. Keeping her hands pinned high, he began kissing down her neck as he hissed at her.

“Don’t tempt me, Vianne, Do you know how tempted I am right now? With you like this, weak, under me. It’s taking every ounce of resolve not to lift up these velvet skirts, and take you, right here on the floor. Get my revenge on that cheating bastard you’re sleeping with… How ironic would that be? Just think, that poor sod is being beaten to a pulp as we speak, and here I am, inches away from being able to fuck his little devotee.” He growls. Chuckling. “I’m almost tempted to do it, and tell him, Just to savour the look on his face when he finds out you’ve been stuffed full of me.” He taunts. Tutting when she tried to shuck him off again. “Ah-ah-ah.” He chides, holding her steady.

She tried, hard, to claw her nails at his face, but he just laughs at her efforts, panting as he sat up, still having flecks of broken, white crockery littering his clothing. He did naught but leaned down, and kissed her, hard, on the mouth. Holding her head so she couldn’t twist out of his way. “God, I want you, right now, Vianne. “ he murmurs against her neck. His body rutting into her own, she could feel the hard muscles of him, and the evidence of his ardour, pressing down into her thighs. She squirms, bucks her body, tries anything to get him off.

“Then again… If I did take the time to bed you, we’d be late for our appointment. And he does so hate to be kept waiting. He’s scrupulous about punctuality. As you well know. Sweetling.”  He smiles down at her, cunningly.

“I’m not going anywhere with you, you murdering bastard.” She bites out. So he slaps her to keep her quiet. Jerking her head to one side. The noise of hand, hitting cheek rings in the air.

He looked about them, at the destroyed furniture that had happened in the wake of their chase. And he see’s something then, the contents of the top drawer. When he looks up to the wall, he can see two square marks on the wall, faded there from the photos that kept th sunlight from reaching the wallpaper. He sees them now. Lying face down on the tiles, within reach.

He smirks, and she twisted about to see what she was looking at. She cottoned onto his intent instantly.

“No, Henry, please, no. I’ll do it, I’ll go, please…No, god! Please don’t!” She sobs. He didn’t listen to a word she is rambling out. He grabbed both frames, and turned them over. She clawed at his hands, put to no avail. His eyes sweep over the picture. Taking each one in, in his own time. And then…. He smiles down at her, looking deathly satisfied.

“Sharpes brats, I take it?” He asks her.

She is too scared to speak.

“You come with me. Now. Quietly, obediently. Or I’ll involve them into the bargain, and I cannot guarantee your safety, let alone theirs..” He promises. She doesn’t want to trust him. She’d been all over that mistake, before.

“You’re a monster.” She spits coldly. A tear falling from her eye. Scared now, but knowing she’d lay down her very life to protect Thomas, and her children. He tosses the pictures carelessly to the floor. As if they were rubbish to be slung away.

He wrenched her up, onto her feet. Her body felt bruised, and she knew she was in for another long night. She brushes her skirts off, and stands, on wobbling legs. Her hair mussed, thrown in her face. Assaulted by his lust, she had bitemarks bruising on her neck, and her lips are raw from his kisses. But right there, stood, glaring at the man she was sure was Satan incarnate. She’d never known she was capable of such hatred towards a fellow human being. She felt dirty, aching, and so full of blinding, white hot, rage. She couldn’t let him, and this stranger, threaten her family. And if going with him tonight would end it, then she’d go down fighting. She’s sure of that.

“I want to go and check on Erik. You gave him a blow to the head. He could have an intracranial haemorrhage. I need to see if he’s still alive, atleast, please, Henry.” She pleads, trying to appeal to his humanity, if she was sure he possessed a singular scrap of it.

“So you can go and get something from the kitchen with which to arm yourself? What do you take me for?” He growls. For the sake of her own safety, and not wanting another slap. She doesn’t say anything.

“I didn’t hit him hard. I don’t care if the bastard bleeds to death. I’d be doing the world a favour. He stays as he is.” He finishes tersely. Tugging her to the front door. Stepping over the debris. She winces as his foot carelessly crunches the photo frame of her and Thomas underfoot, and the one of Juliette. He looks back, seeing he hadn’t stepped on Arthurs portrait, he made a point to do so, hearing the glass shatter. That sound hits her heart, and she looks away. Another tear falls.

He fidgets in his pockets, and grips her arm tight once more. That was when his eyes seemed to see, for the first time, the bandage on her left arm. Still dyed pink from Roses blood.

“I almost forgot… How’s the arm?” He sneers, patting his pockets for something.

“Go to hell.” She spits out, her eyes blazing with hatred, her hair mussed, loose and free down her shoulders.

“Such a dirty mouth, for a Lady. I bet Sharpe makes good use of that, does he not?  Get you on those knees and treat you like the foul harlot you truly are…” He snarls out. She glares.

“Why does it not surprise me that you don’t know anything of how a gentleman pleases his lady..” She jabs at his ego. His grip grew tighter. His eyes burned, and his nostrils flared angrily.

“The only reason you are standing right now is because Rose tattled to Sharpe, the stupid gossip. She opened her big mouth to him, and told him about the Beggars going after you, because of my debts with them. I told them it was easy money to be had knocking you about a bit. Sharpe would pay any sum to keep you safe, Unfortunately though, he killed most of them before they could ransom money off him. Left me in rather a precarious position…” He told her.

“Good.” She sneers.

His jaw grit, and he must’ve found what he’d been searching for. A small hunting knife. He showed it to her, letting the sparse light glint off the flat blade of it. He Grabbed her arm, and pressed her, tight, into his side. He jutted the knife into her back, just below her kidneys.

“Do you know how painful it is to be stabbed in the soft of your lower back? Because if you so much as try to run, or get help. I will dig this in deep, and twist it. And you’ll be dead before you hit the floor. Understand me?” He asks.

She didn’t nod. She merely glared. They stepped out the door. And she’d never been more ready to meet her fate. To finally face this faceless coward who’d been threatening all the people she loved.

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