#NO ONE IS NICE TO THIS BOY OR CAN SAW A REMOTELY NICE THING AB HIM UNTIL HE FUCKING DIES

[damnianalghulnotwayne]

ok but-

the hero community to Damian

but also Damian to himself ab his origins and heritage

[equestrianwritingsstuff]

Ooh! I just discovered you from the Bad Things Happen Bingo and I love your writing already! Could I potentially request the Bleeding Out prompt as a prequel for the Soup for the Sick story you wrote?

Thank you for the ask! I had to look up prequel to make sure that you meant before the events of Personalized Caretaker Part 1, and not after 😂. Here you go! In reference to this post.

So, with that note, this piece happened before Part 1 of Personalized Caretaker.

Personalized Caretaker Part 2

Part 1

Warnings: blood, vomit, losing consciousness, faking an injury, drugged whumpee, fear, implied touch starvation

*not edited*

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Civilian hopped onto her couch, legs resting on the armrest and flicked on the television, going straight for Netflix.

It was a normal day, serene and tranquil with the perfect amount of work that made Civilian feel good inside.

She lazily gnawed on a piece of beef jerky and selected The Kissing Booth for personal enjoyment. Something cheesy and romantic to vibe to as she decompressed- even the best days required a period of relaxation.

But, her period of relaxation was very rudely interrupted by a thud. Right outside her door.

Civilian froze, heart racing, as her mind involuntarily replayed every known horror movie. She was the victim, the bad guy was going to break in and slash her throat as she unceremoniously says, "Who's there?"

Civilian shuddered, turning off the television, and slowly standing up. She grabbed her remote control as a weapon and very, very slowly, like a ninja, stalked stealthily up to the door.

"Who's there?" Civilian asked. Crap, her fatal flaw. Now the bad guy was going to rush out and murder her, then the police would come and there would be ten more killings and then there would be a ghost that was a moaning lady with pale skin and black hair that was hung in the woods seventy-some years ago and then it is reincarnated to be a doll that haunts children and-

Civilian drew in a deep breath. Don't freak out, don't freak out. It was probably a bird that weighed the size of a man- a bad man- that crashed into the window and died. And died. And died. And died. It was gone. Instead of using a remote, she should be using a plastic bag.

"Stop it Civilian, you paranoid freak," she yelled at herself, very loudly, her voive taut with utter fear as she peered through the shades.

The first thing she saw was blood.

Smeared blood in the direction of downwards, leading directly to...

A body.

Civilian felt nausea rise in her throat as literally the blood drained from her face. She wasn't the first victim, the poor human in opening credits, she was the next victim and her house was the killer's stash.

Probably to blame her for the death. To redirect the suspicion.

She had to hide the body and burn it before the cops came. Oh boy, the killer probably already called them. Crap crap crap.

Civilian whisked the door open, tossing her grand weapon of plastic and onto a nearby table, and prepared to wrap the body in a black bag.

The body moved.

Civilian screamed.

The body was not a body, it was a living man.

"Oh my gosh sir? Sir! Are you okay? Sir! Sir!" Civilian grabbed her hair and started to paced. "This can't be happening. This can't be happening. There is a bleeding man on my fricking doorstep." She started to ramble, muttering nonsensical curses and words that weren't going to help the dying man.

She was panicking, completely hyperventilating, by the time the man moved more than a shaky, uneven breath.

His eyes opened, revealing a drop-dead gorgeous icy blue. Eyelashes fluttered in the most enearding way as the man struggled to keep his consciousness to himself. Lips quivered as he whole face bunched together in an expression of pain.

Civilian didn't know if she could handle it.

"Are you doing to die?" She asked, rushed and abruptly. The man looked his clouded gaze on her. It took a moment, but he spoke,

"Heroes. Heroes, they are coming. Run, get outta here. Get outta here!"

Civilian shrieked, glancing hurriedly around. An insane plot twist, the good guys were the bad guys and...

Wait, this wasn't a movie.

And why was this man so scared of the heroes? Unless, of course, he was...

A villain.

Civilian covered her mouth and dropped to her knees. A v-v-villain? Was at her door? Civilian pinched herself to see if she was sleeping, but the nightmare didn't vanish. She was stuck in reality. Someone go get her a soda...

Villain's eyelids drooped as he weakly extended his arm. "Please," he begged. "I need help." Then his arm went slack.

Civilian was close to hysterics.

But nonetheless, out of fear, she grabbed the man's arm and attempted to pull him inside. She silently cursed. Her twigs for limbs could barely carry a box of mason jars; what made her think she could drag a two hundred pound full-grown adult male?

It was a taxing project that left Civilian in tangled limps, just begging for sleep. The man didn't stir at all, not even when Civilian's fist went into the gaping wound in his stomach.

Aw man, that was disgusting. Civilian vomited into a nearby trashcan before returning to figure out WHAT THE HECK TO DO!!!

"Can you wake up?" Civilian asked. "Please? I-i... how do I... how do I do this?"

Civilian was on the verge of tears, but then she reminded herself. This isn't a movie, he won't be miraculously healed after a good night's sleep.

With a quick reference to Google, Civilian finally felt prepared. She ran to get a pillow and slipped it under Villain's head. His eyelids fluttered as his eyes cracked open, but then they slipped close again.

Next she removed his shirt and was quite awestruck at the sight. Other than the painted crimson, his abdomen really was the definition of ab-domen. Hard muscles were lined perfectly.

Okay Civilian, someone is dying, don't admire it.

She placed one hand above and the other in the wound to staunch the bleeding. After the blood flow slowed, she lifted his legs to rest on the armrests in a similar position that she was in earlier.

Next, she jumped some hydrogen peroxide in and bandaged the wound. The villain never awoke.

Once the looming danger was gone, Civilian just stood there awkwardly. Dried blood crusted on his skin, but at least it wasn't wet.

So she stood there, arms crossed as meaningless thoughts rushed through her head.

What do call a male ladybug?

Is grass the earth's hair?

Do pineapples come from pine trees?

Why is a villain on my couch?

Civilian sat down, keeping a good three feet distance from the assumed murderer, and turned on the TV to resume her movie.

She leaned her head back, exhaustion tugging at her eyelids, but she refused sleep. Especially when a villain was slumbering next to her with one arm over his face.

He looked like a monkey.

One of those pale faced, brown haired primates from Curious George.

Not that his ears were splayed out or anything, the monkey had very tiny, collected ears that hid under his fluffy brown hair. His nose also held that itty-bitty appearance, perfectly formed to his face with the faintest trace of freckles.

He was cute.

Like a monkey.

Or not, as Civilian found monkeys utterly disgusting.

So cute, like a kitten.

Civilian smiled, looking down at her lap. Another thing Wikihow said that Civilian scowled at and ignored before. Put the victim's head in your lap to calm and keep them comfortable.

It wouldn't hurt, right? The villain wasn't even conscious, and he lost so much blood that he probably wouldn't remember anything if he did wake up.

She just met him.

Stress can increase heart rate which may be detrimental. Civilian scrunched her forehead. Was that even true?

Who cares. Civilian scotted her skinny self over and laid the villain's head in her lap. Then, temptation started its charismatic monologue.

Stroke his head. Be nice, clean his chin. Wipe the dirt off his eye.

Civilian hesitantly put her hand on his grimey hair- ew, he needed a shower ASAP- and gingerly patted it. Patted it, like petting a dog.

It was embarrassingly awkward.

For the next few hours, Villain slept. Civilian also dozed off between getting yummy smelling candles to fend off the revolting scent od blood and crackers to aimlessly gnaw on.

She watched through the first Kissing Booth and the second one when a thought struck her.

Pain.

The villain would be in pain when he woke up.

And the only thing Civilian had was Ibuprofen.

Like those barely took the edge off a headache, much less a gash the size of a baseball.

She reached for her phone to call her friend at the local drug store. Putting on a squeaky voice, Civilian said,

"Can you, uh, get me something for pain?"

"Slow down, Civilian. What?"

"I don't know benadryl or a very strong pain reliever," Civilian bit her lip, squeezing her eyes shut. Stupid stupid stupid...

"What did you do?"

"I, uh, sprained my ankle."

"You sprained your ankle?"

"Mhm hurts like-"

"Okay! I don't need your swear word dictionary. I'll bring you something after work."

"Thanks, oh owowowowowowo."

"Goodbye Civilian."

The line clicked.

Civilian smiled to herself and popped another cracker in her mouth. Problem solved.

The blood on the door.

Crap.

Civilian set Villain's head back on a pillow and ran to the frontdoor.

Great, just great.

Civilian flipped the middle finger at Villain's sleeping figure and walked out the door. She would meet her friend before she saw the splatters of blood.

Civilian sat herself on the curb, throwing her newly "spraind" leg out, letting out an insanely loud groan, and leaned back on her elbows.

"Oh my goodness! Civilian," her friend leaped from her black car and ran over. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," Civilian waved it off. "Just wanted some air and the house is a mess, so."

Civilian, you are dumb.

"You sure? You asked to be hospitalized once because you stubbed your toe and the fact that a sprained ankle isn't bugging you... I am wholeheartedly worried."

"Don't be," Civilian chuckled. "How was work?"

Friend gave her a skeptical look. "Fine," she drawled.

"Good," Civilian nodded slowly, tapping the ground with her fingers. "So thank you for the painkillers."

"Mhm," Friend handed Civilian the plastic bag slowly. "How did you sprain it?"

"Uhhh fell out of the shower."

Friend looked genuinely concerned.

"Tripped and fell," Civilian repeated herself awkwardly. "On the ground?" Why did she have to say it as a question?

She was awkward and sounded hilariously awkward as well.

"Klutz," Friend joked, but her face was still taut with worry. "Need help getting inside?"

"No no!" Civilian exclaimed. Friend stepped back, so Civilian laughed to alleviate the tension. "I should walk it out."

"Ooookay," Friend said, nodding. "Good for you. I'm gonna go. I have a dinner date with this dude from Tinder."

"Oooo good luck," Civilian said, faking a wince as she stood up. Friend rushed in to help.

"Don't," Civilian cautioned, raising her "hurt" leg up. Friend looked at it and scowled.

"Dang leg huh? Well bye-bye. Don't fall out of the shower anymore. Got it?"

"Yup," Civilian said and fake limped back to her house as Friend sped away.

Missiom accomplished.

Villain was stirring when Civilian sat back down.

Perfect timing also.

She rummaged through the bag and grabbed a bottle of valium. She popped the recommended dosage out and approached Villain.

He was still too dazed and disoriented to stop Civilian from helping him swallow, but the second the water touched his tongue, he woke up fully.

"What are you doing? Don't touch me!" He yelled, pulling away. Civilian also backed away, a frown forming on her face.

"Me? I saved your life."

Villain was silent. "How much did you touch me?"

"Enough to save your life."

Villain jerked, looking around as if somone was in the shadows. Paranoid, Civilian copied him.

"What's wrong with you?" Civilian asked.

"You touched me?"

Civilian didn't say anything. She crossed her arms and shifted her weight to one leg, examining the villain.

Villain jerked to his feet, swaying madly. Civilian's heart jumped. He was so unsteady...

He fell, but Civilian swooped in to catch him.

For a moment, the villain melted into her half-embrace, head resting gently on her shoulder, before pulling away. He bit his cheeks, seemingly trying to keep tears back.

"What... are you? Are, are you scared of getting a hug? Sheesh."

"Mmm no," Villain shook his head quickly, then sat down as if the feat made him dizzy.

"Mmm yes," Civilian sat down next to him. The villain looked confused, but that may be the drugs kicking in.

Soon Villain's eyes starting to droop and he swayed in his sitting position.

"Whatdya give me?" He slurred, a faraway look in his eyes. "Mm tired." He collapsed forward.

Civilian steadied him and helped him lay back down. He groaned pathetically and grappled at Civilian's hand, desperate to hold it.

He held her hand until he fell asleep.

[blu-joons]

Dating Kim Yugyeom ~ GOT7 Headcanon

Getting Together:

It was your dancing that first made Yugyeom look over at you

After he watched you enjoying dancing, he decided to use a few of his own moves to make sure you spotted him too

As you danced around, the two of you awkwardly bumped into each other, both of you breaking into laughter

Yugyeom was quick to apologise for not noticing where he was going

You were quick to let him know it didn’t matter, and asked him to dance

A conversation was soon started between the two of you as you began to introduce yourselves

For the rest of the night, you danced and talked, like no one else was around

Yugyeom ended up asking you on a date, and a few days later met you at a local silent disco event

He couldn’t wait to stand back and watch you dance again, loving watching how you always let loose

From then, the two of you were always texting or calling, especially when there was an event you wanted to go to together

At least once a week, usually more, the two of you would meet up and hang out together

He was very protective of you from the start, he’d always keep you close to him

He also couldn’t wait to introduce you to Dalkyum as well, as he knew you’d love him

As he began to really catch feelings, he’d talk to BamBam a lot and get plenty of advice from him

He didn’t want to rush things and scare you away, but he knew he saw you as more than just a friend

As the boys became more interested in your relationship, he knew he needed to think about making things official

He didn’t want to make too big of an ordeal about it, so he simply invited you over one night

Straight away when you arrived that night you could tell that there was something not right

Yugyeom was terrified that you’d reject him, even if he were pretty confident that you felt the same way that he did

After the two of you finished the movie you’d been watching, he decided to make his move

Before you could grab the remote to pick another film, he took a hold of your hand

“I brought you here tonight not just to watch movies, but I wanted to know how you’d feel about being my girlfriend? That’s if you want to be.”

He’d never felt as nervous as he did when he was waiting for you to respond

“Of course, I’d love to be Yugyeom, you didn’t need to be so scared.”

He pulled you nice and close as he eventually let you pick the next movie

In fact, he was reluctant even to let you go at the end of the night when you told him you needed to get home for work

From that moment, he barely ever let you go, he always liked to have some sort of a hold on you

He couldn’t wait to tell the boys as well that he’d actually done it

As soon as he shut the door that night, he was straight on the phone to BamBam

Being In A Relationship:

He could always make you laugh with his humour, he was evil, in the best possible way

Being so tall, he loves to cuddle you and make you feel safe

Dalkyum on the other hand is quite as keen to share his father, always interrupting you both

Whenever he could, he’d make time for you, even if it were just an hour or two

You’d always be sitting around the house and watching him dance around the house to try and perfect his choreography

Whenever he’s producing as well, he likes to have you around just so he can get your opinion on what he’s doing

He loves to pose for photos for you to take of him to upload onto his Instagram

But equally he loves to take photos of you, but no one gets to see them except for you

Your dates are usually spent somewhere chilled, with a bit of music and maybe the two of you having a dance

You absolutely love when he wears his vests that are low cut so you can peer in and see his abs

Whenever you go clothes shopping together, you’ll always encourage him to buy a few more

From time to time, you appear on lives with him at the request of the fans who are desperate to see you

Again, as he’s so tall, he loves to be the big spoon and take care of you first

If he really wants to treat you, he’ll try and cook, but it doesn’t usually end too well

The two of you were loved by everyone around you, they could see how close you were

His confidence shot up when you were around, you were a huge support for him

If he’d had a bit of a long day, he loved to go out on late night drives and explore the city

You’d always stop off somewhere and grab some food, and sit and talk about anything until one of you got tired

The biggest sign you usually got sleepy was when you lay against his arms

He loved whenever you called him ‘Yugie,’ it would always make him blush

The two of you are very playful, always playing jokes on each other and winding each other up

When he cuddles you, he loves to play with your hair and try and plait it or twirl it

Your favourite sound in the world was his little giggle he did whenever he got nervous

He’d always do it especially during interviews or when he was asked about you

The fans loved to see how shy he became whenever you were mentioned, and often teased him about it

And then he’d come home for you to tease him just a little more too

You loved to steal his hats and couple them with your outfits when he wasn’t looking

He tried to bring you with him to as many overseas events as possible so you could see the world too

If you weren’t able to go, he’d take an item of your clothing with him so he could have a part of you close to him

When he slept with you, he’d always like to hold you and make you feel protected

You’d often feel his legs or hands moving as he went over his routines in his head as he slept

If you couldn’t sleep, you’d often trace around his tattoos or draw some designs to go next to them

He pretended not to care, but secretly he loved feeling your fingers move along his skin

He’d even memorise some of the little patterns that you came up with for future tattoo ideas he had

Every morning, he’d always wake you up with the tightest hug to make sure that you were nice and warm

Ever since he had Dalkyum he became quite a morning person, so he’d always be the first one up with a cup of coffee or something

He was a bit of a thrill seeker, so he loved to drag you around to theme parks and adventures

And if you were nervous, of course, he’d be there to hold your hand

Quite a few of his more recent mixtapes definitely had subtle hints that you were the inspiration behind them

It was a lot easier for him to come up with lyrics with you with him, sometimes all he’d have to do was look at you 

Skinship/Affection:

He is definitely a big cuddly baby when he wants to be

Yugyeom’s always coming up behind you and giving you cuddles and plenty of affection

He couldn’t go long before he’d want to be stood behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist

His long fingers often tickle against your hips to make sure that you’re smiling

He often switches between either being very cuddly, or very needy for some sort of intimacy

You tend to let him do most of the work when the two of you are close and let him take control

His hands love to explore your body, and put you where he wants you

After sex, it is guaranteed that he goes back to his usual cuddly self and cares for you

Lots of kisses anytime the two of you are close, very sweet, very quick

He loves to take his time and really make sure that you feel special and loved

Don’t be expecting a quick fix from Yugyeom because he won’t be giving it to you

He hates being quick and rushing things, he much prefers to hold onto the moment, and you

The biggest turn on for him was when he’d feel your hands running through his hair

His little moans always put the biggest smile on your face as you grabbed him a little tighter

If he really were feeling romantic, he’d again, try and cook (usually failing!) and make the bedroom nice and romantic for you

One thing he always knew, was at the end of a long day, a cuddle from you was exactly what he needed to feel better again

 Arguments: 

If you’ve ever watched Got7ing, you’ll know Yugyeom hates arguments, especially when he’s the cause of it

He hated hearing you shout or making you upset, nothing in the world was worse

Yugyeom would usually turn very quiet and do whatever he could to try and fix the situation

He tended to just sit back and listen to what you had to say before he reacted

It took a lot for you to ever wind Yugyeom up he was usually always so calm

Once you’d got what you wanted off your chest, he’d usually just pull you into a massive hug and sort things out

You two never let arguments explode, you were far too calm to ever let anything get too big

Neither of you were perfect, however much you probably wanted to be

The moment you looked at Yugyeom’s face after getting angry you’d realise how stupid it was

Everyone could always tell when even the smallest argument had happened however, as he’d always be so quiet at the studio

He hated crying and showing you that fights had gotten to him, but he couldn’t help it

When he came back home after an argument, he’d always have something with him by way of an apology

Even if he felt he’d done nothing wrong, knowing that something had gotten to you would break his heart

He may be tall, but Yugyeom really is our softest boy

 Your Relationship With The Boys: 

The boys loved to tease their maknae for finding you

But that didn’t stop them finding the two of you utterly adorable and loving your relationship

Of course, BamBam was the member you were closest too as you spent so much time with him and Yugyeom

JB enjoyed having someone else around who would put the boys in their places and keep them in check

When you were tired, you could sit and talk to Jinyoung all day long, he was great for a good conversation

Youngjae was quite opposite to Yugyeom, which is why you got along with him so well as he showed you more of the music side of the group

You definitely found an annoying elder brother in Mark, he loved to tease you more than anyone else in the group

Jackson loved that you took such good care of him, you could tell straight away when his schedule was getting to you

At times, they struggled to remember exactly what life was like without you around to care for them all

But they knew that having you come into their lives was something they were all appreciative for

 The Future: 

Settling down and looking too far into the future wasn’t something Yugyeom wanted to do as he was still so young

You knew GOT7 would be his focus for a few years yet, but that didn’t stop him from assuring you that one day it would happen

He’d waited for a few of the elder boys to start settling down before he did too, as the group naturally moved to the next stage of life

The two of you decided to marry just before Yugyeom enlisted, as a piece of security whilst he was away

Of course, that put you in charge of Dalkyum and let you get plenty of practice before you had children

Which Yugyeom couldn’t wait to do when he discharged, and complete your family…

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Greendale goes on the inter-dean! (Trobed au)

Summary: Troy and Abed were always early to show up in their own Zoom classes, even before their professors. They never had a classmate who was as early as they were.. until they met each other in the only class they shared. Troy wanted to chat Abed to gain a friend initially, but he might have gained a little crush in the end ;)

Word count: 1,092 words

Note: I haven’t written a fanfiction for over 3 years so I’m really sorry if I’m a bit rusty. I also apologize if they might be out of character, this is my first time writing them. I really hope whoever reads this enjoys this though! (and I hope you enjoyed the little edit I made of them as well!)

“Cool, cool cool cool.” The boy reached out for his remote to turn off the TV after binge watching his favorite show, Inspector spacetime.

Abed crawled out of his pillow fort in his green set of spaceship pajamas to climb on the top bunk of his bunk bed to get some shut-eye after hours and hours of staring straight through the TV. As he was getting comfortable, he quickly took a glance at the clock: 7:00 am. 

Hmm.

“I think it’s better if I just stay up until 7:30 and log in early at the Zoom class.” He whispered and nodded as if he acknowledged what he said to himself, and sat straight up.

As his bunk bed was located opposite to his bedroom window, he decided it was fitting to watch the sun rise for 30 minutes before logging into class.

-

Picking from his countless amount of crew neck sweaters, Troy has finally decided on a red crew neck, matched with his sports themed pajama bottoms because no professor is gonna see his lower body so who even cares if he was comfy AND smart looking? 

He took one last look in the mirror and flashed a grin to himself. Satisfied, he was ready to walk out of his bathroom and checked the time. “7:25? Sweet, just in time to log in.”

-

Both boys fixed themselves before they clicked the Zoom link even though they were gonna leave their cameras off. Well, until the professor comes anyway.

Troy Barnes. A name popped up on Abed's screen.

Oh.

He was quite surprised to see another student on his screen 30 minutes before class. His classmates usually join a minute before, or 15 minutes after class started, so this was new to him. Nonetheless, he did nothing about this, seeing as there was no reason for him to overthink about it.

While Abed was mindlessly staring into his laptop waiting for the professor to come, Troy was just as surprised when he saw Abed Nadir on his screen.

“....Would it hurt if I chat him up?” He thought hard.

Truthfully, he was having a hard time adjusting to this whole distance learning thing. He wanted to socialize, walk in the hallways, he wanted to learn how to express himself through dance as well, as much as he didn’t want to admit it. Basically, he wanted to experience the world again in its fullest glory. But, he didn’t have much of a choice but to stay at home.

He caught himself overthinking so he snapped out of it and decided to message Abed because he literally has nothing to lose since they don’t know each other.

Abed was disturbed by the notification of a message that popped up on Zoom. From Troy Barnes, apparently. This took him aback as he was pretty self aware that he has a weird personality that more often than not, drove people away from him. He couldn’t help but think about why Troy was messaging him.

He didn’t notice that 3 minutes has passed since Troy’s message and he was only made aware of it because Troy messaged him again.

Abed slightly tilted his head. “..Is this a social cue?”

Abed smiled.

Abed got another notification sound coming from his laptop but Troy didn’t message yet. Upon further investigation, he realized that it was his Professor, who emailed the class that he might not make it in time because they were too drunk or something. Classic Greendale professors.

One more notification sound was heard, but now the message was from Troy.

-

Woah. 

Was all Troy could think of. He didn’t necessarily expect a nice looking guy, but he also didn’t expect him to look so... emotionless? Even so, he was pretty good looking... too good looking.

To put things clearly, he was kinda in a gay panic. He has always kept this information to himself, but he did notice that he does look at guys some type of way. He wasn’t really sure of it until now though, and right now? He’s just a mess, internally. He tried to play it cool on the outside though. If playing cool on the outside meant staring at the screen for a minute without saying a word.

Finally, Abed spoke. “Hi.” 

I thought I was the weird one here. The lanky boy thought to himself.

“Uh, yeah. Hey... Abed. What’s up?"

“Oh nothing. I was just staring at my screen before you messaged me.”

Troy stared in amusement. “And you plan to do that for 30 minutes? Maybe even more, because classes were postponed?”

Tilting his head once again, Abed responded “Yeah. It’s fun. You should try it sometime. Wanna see my Lucky Charms?” 

Abed held out his bowl filled with cereal. “I also sometimes like to pour hot cocoa mix into cold milk and drink it like a cold hot chocolate. It’s good. I call it, Special drink.” Abed says, proudly.

A wide-eyed Troy was seen on the other end of the screen. “ME TOO!! IT’S SO TASTY AND I LOVE HOW SWEET IT TASTES!”

A grinning Abed and a very happy Troy were displayed on both of their screens and both of them felt so pure and happy amidst everything that has been happening outside. 

“Oh hey, Abed, by the way.. are you free later tonight? We could call again, just the two of us. You know, without the possibility of the professor barging in any time and stuff?” He was already scratching the back of his neck, he has never asked a boy out like this before. With hidden romantic feelings, at least.

Abed’s eyes lit up. “Ooh, we can watch Inspector spacetime together!"

Shy smiles and soft eyes are now displayed on both boys’ faces.

“Deal. See you later, Abed.”

“You too, Troy.”

[drethanramslay]

A funny thing called Fate: Chapter 2

Pairing: Bryce X MC (Aisha Khurrana)

Word Count: 4.6 K words (yeah yeah its more than usual)

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Warning: None, just some cursing

Author’s note: The next chapter is here and it is in Aisha’s POV!!

I decided to take part in @choicesseptemberchallenge20​ and the prompt is heaven which you will find in bold. 

TERMS THAT YOU NEED TO KNOW:

- IIT, Delhi: It’s one of the most premier institute for engineering in India. Delhi campus is said to be the best one in the country. The majority of the Indian CEO’s like Google, at least have a degree of IIT under their belt. 

-ku'uipo: Sweetheart

-'Ae: Yes

- Beta padhai par dhyaan do, dost aate jaate hai: Child, focus on your studies, friends come and go (TBH this is the one line which maximum desi kids have heard while growing up. That's why we can be uh.. awkward in making new friends lol)

-Main kya gadhi hoon: I'm such a dumbass (side note: gadhi (female) actually means donkey in hindi)

-Duniya main maine itna bada gaandu kabhi dekha nahi hai maine: I have not seen a bigger asshole than this guy. (yes I love swearing in hindi and what about it)

Forgive me if i made any errors

10 YEARS AGO- AISHA'S POV

My fingers ran against the spines of the book, my head tilted as I searched for a new book to dive into.

"Found anything of your liking, Aisha?" Tina, the librarian asked, her kind eyes twinkling. The old librarian loved me because I always helped around in sorting the books or with checkout. She suggested that if I were to help her, she would pay me so I decided why not?

But the lack of people coming to the library and their constant need to be fake on social media, flexing about their looks instead of textbooks often left the library empty which consequently resulted in free time.

Not that I minded.

In that free time I would either catch up on my study assignments or I would read the books recently added to the collection be it fiction, politics, history, astronomy... I wasn't picky about the genres.

But lately, my attention is being drawn to medical journals and textbooks. Yes, I'm 16 and that its definitely not people my age do but, to be the person balancing on the tightrope between life and death, the person who stands between existence and heaven... it's just a beautiful paradox that I can't help be captivated by the concept.

That and my strengths are biology and chemistry so its just an added plus. So, I definitely dream of being a world class doctor. 

Not to brag, but I know all the pulse points in the body and can name the bones of the skull in my sleep. My parents don't know that because... let's say there is a reason why I stay out of home for the majority of the day.

Are we again going to go over this? I am sick and tired of your fucking indiscipline. How I wish you could be more like Aditya... Mama's voice rung in my ears which made me close my eyes and take a shuddering breath.

Now is not the time to think about how awful you are. I repeated it in my head like a mantra, making it a point to message my brother and rant about the newest development.

Despite our parents trying to pit me against bhaiya, we were thick as thieves. We always had each other's backs and we're there to cheer each other up. Whenever our parents would scream at any of us, we would wait until they fell asleep to do something to lift the other person up. Midnight feasts, movie binge or just cuddling and imagining a future where we were away from them... That always managed to cheer me up and I knew bhaiya enjoyed it too.

I don't think we fought that much either because we were pretty close in age, with only three and a half years difference. We are pretty like-minded and scientifically inclined only he was interested in computer engineering while I was fascinated by the engineering of the human body.

It sucked that he is in IIT, Delhi while I'm so far away. We still manage to video call irrespective of the time zones but it is not the same as having the comfort of your older brother.

"I think I will take this." I handed her a battered copy of Gray's anatomy.

Tina just gave a knowing smile and I checked out. I headed to the nearby Fleming Beach Park, which is one of the most popular beaches in Maui. It was a five-minute walk from the library and the majority of the school population used to come here to hang out in the evenings.

Not that I was paying any attention to my oblivious classmates.

I headed to Kimo's Beach Shack and the owner gave me a gentle smile.

"What will it be, ku'uipo? The usual?" They asked as they wiped their hand on the dishtowel.

"'Ae." I smiled at them and they started making my favourite drink- Strawberry milkshake.

Precariously balancing my bag, the drink in one hand and my wrist-thick library book under the armpit of my other hand, I headed to the quieter side of the beach, away from the raucous.

I settle down under the shade of the palm trees and lean back against the rocks, taking in the view around me. I could see people from my school roaming around in their swimming suits either playing volleyball or surfing. As I sipped my milkshake (looking like an absolute loner, must I add) my eyes drifted to their happy faces as the joked around, laughing and having fun with their friends.

The two concepts that are so unfamiliar to me.

When I was back in India, I had a good group of friends who I would hang out with and play basketball with. It was good but shifting to a new place can strain those relationships. I do follow them on social media but seeing them enjoying and doing the things which we used to do together, it causes my heart to ache.

And I never really tried making friends here in Maui because a) The people here didn't consider me as one of them and b) My parents kept on saying it is temporary so there was no point focusing on that. Beta padhai par dhyaan do, dost aate jaate hai. My dad told me the one night I decided to express my excessive loneliness.

Thanks papa, real helpful. I shook my head, sipping my drink as I carefully opened my library book.

"You look sad." A childish voice spoke up breaking me out from my melancholy. I looked up and saw a four-year-old girl, her doe-like eyes staring down at me. She was wearing a pink summer dress and a cute bow hairband, taming her light brown hair.

"Huh?"

"You look sad... and lonely."

"I am okay, keiki... Don't worry."

The kid's eyebrows furrowed with confusion. "How did you know my name?"

My eyes widened. In the two years in Hawaii, I had learnt a little bit of Hawaiian and spoke in bits and pieces. And I'm pretty sure keiki meant 'child' in Hawaiian so you could imagine the shock I felt when her name was the literal translation of child.

Who the fuck names their child... child?

"A lucky guess. It is nice to meet you Keiki." She moved her hand forward and Keiki's hand clutched my big hand with her small ones shaking it. Her hand was as big as my palm.

"What's your name?" Keikie asked as she sat down next to me.

"I'm Aisha. And, what are you doing here all alone?"

"I came with my elder brother but he and his friends were playing and he forgot his promise to build a sandcastle with me. So I just went walking." She huffed and crossed her short arms across her chest.

"Well, your brother would be worried about you, won't he?" I asked as her eyes scan the crowd, looking for a guy who remotely looks like my little companion.

"Well, I think that's a go-good puni-shi-ment for him." She struggled with the big word.

Aisha chuckled and soon Keiki's giggles joined hers.

"You remind me of the times when I used to bother my elder brother like that. He would get so mad."

"Where is he now?" She asked as her hands fisted the sand, her eyes moving to look at the brunette.

"Well, he is in university, in a completely different country."

"Do you miss him?"

"A lot." I sighed. Her puppy eyes met mine and she reached to hold my elbow. I smiled down at her, appreciating the gesture. She opened her mouth to ask me more questions when we heard a commotion.

"KEIKI!! There you are!" A shout wafted towards us, interrupting Keiki. I saw a tall guy jogging towards us and when my eyes landed on him, I immediately recognized him.

Bryce Lahela. The golden boy of my school, with girls and guys falling for him, left, right, centre. And right now, he was approaching me completely shirtless, his abs glistening in the evening sun. He had a Polynesian tattoo wrapping around his left bicep and ending a little below his collarbone which had me feeling... uh thirsty?

Cool, cool, cool, just act like yourself.

Yeah as if that's helped you deal with your awkwardness. Her conscience snarked at her.

“Shut up.” I muttered to myself. But, I wasn’t subtle enough and Bryce turned towards me, a weird look in his eyes.

Off to a great start, Aisha. Keep up the good work. I mentally groaned as I went back to reading my library book. 

"Thank god Keiki you are okay... I was so worried." He kneeled and hugged her, immediately forgetting my weird mumblings. I could feel the body heat emanating from him and suddenly, the anatomy of the kidney seemed more interesting than the hot guy beside me.

"Its okay Bryce. I was talking to my new friend." Keiki squeaked as she pulled away from the hug, two sets of hazel eyes staring at me now.

My eyes widened and I subconsciously reached to push my glasses up my nose, feeling the back of my neck heating up.

"Well, thank you so much." His voice reverberated and I swear I felt as if I would combust at the spot.

I looked up and shot a tiny smile. "No worries. Keiki here makes a nice study buddy."

I internally smacked my head. Study buddy? Really? Who uses that term now?

"Of course. Daddy says that I'm a beauty with brains." She said with a smug smile.

"Well, that's the one thing that I agree with dad," Bryce said as he settled down on her other side. The one feet distance enabled my mind to resume working.

I smiled down at Keiki and I found that Bryce was looking at me intently.

O... okay?

"Wait... You go to my school right? Lahainaluna High School?"

I nodded my head. I was about to introduce myself when his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

He was snapping his fingers when his face lightened up with recognition. "You are Aisha, right? The newbie who joined us last year I was in your chemistry class last year."

The drink almost fell from my hand and I had to clutch it tighter to prevent myself from making a bigger mess. Clearing my throat I smiled nervously. "Yeah, that's me. You are Bryce, right? You are on the basketball team, right?"

"You know me?" He asked, shocked and I could hardly stop myself from rolling my eyes.

"Duh?! You are Mr. Popular with really good looks and either people love you or hate you." I rambled off.

A small smile played on his lips. "And which category would you belong too? The love or hate category?"

I gave a shy smile. "Let's just say I'm on neutral grounds. Give me a good reason why I should like you."

"Because of my dashing looks? My tattoo?" He stretched his hands wide, gesturing towards himself. His hair caught the evening light, making it look like a halo. His hazel eyes had flecks of gold which threatened to drown me but before I could get lost in his sheer beauty, I shook my head to snap out of the daze of his presence and gave a mocking sigh.

"Aaaannnndd, he is just like other dumb jocks who is overly obsessed with his looks. Why are they all the same?"

Keiki put her hand sympathetically on my lap. "Don't worry Ash. I don't like Bryce when he talks about his looks either."

Bryce gasped. "Keiki you are breaking my heart."

"Good."

He reached for her and started tickling her which made her squeal with laughter. I had to get up so that the sand doesn't get on me, laughing at the sight. "Brryyccee!! Stopp!!"

"Not until you tell me I'm the best brother in the world."

Gasping for breath with tears in her eyes, Keiki breathed out in defeat. "Okay, okay. You are the best... brother in... the world."

Bryce pulled back a grin playing on his lips.

"Good."

My phone rang and I saw Mama's name flash on the screen which made me sigh.

"Your mom?" Bryce asked.

"Yep. should reach home before she turns into momzilla." We chuckled as I put my book into my bag.

"Bye Keiki, it was nice talking to you."

"Bye Ash. I like you. Can we make sandcastles next time?" I laughed and nodded, "Sure sweetie."

"Where is my goodbye?" Bryce pouted.

I rolled her eyes. "Bye Bryce. See you around."

And with that, I turned on her heel, and walked home, feeling much better.

PRESENT

Aisha felt like banging her head against the wall of the hospital out of utter embarrassment. In the span of 7 hours, she had pissed off her superior, met her ex from ten years ago, got stuck with a partner who hardly did anything and now managed to embarrass herself yet again in front of her role model.

Rookie... Are you hiding from me? The way Dr. Ramsey had an eyebrow raised, as if to question why she was hiding behind another intern and the appalled expression as she stumbled over her words were forever imprinted in her mind.

Not my brightest moment. Aisha recollected as she sighed at the way she stuttered and finally came up with an excuse.

I'm doing charts. She mocked herself as she shook her head. There was a table right next to me!! I could have come up with anything but that weak ass excuse.

And she had always dreamed that if she were to meet Bryce in real life, she would definitely insult the fuck out of him and then for the finishing stroke, she would probably punch him in his handsome face or kick him in the crown jewels.

But sadly, you seldom get the things you wish for.

I don't have time for this - Main kya gadhi hoon. She mentally groaned as she tried to shut off the part of her brain which was so hell-bent on making her feel humiliated.

She entered Annie's room to find her curled up in her bed, playing idly with her phone. She perked up a little when she saw Aisha, forcing a smile on her face.

"Oh. Hi, Dr. Khurrana."

"I just came by to see how you're feeling Annie."

Annie shrugged. "The same. The nurse came by and gave me some medication a little while ago.."

Opening Annie's chart she checked. "Yeah, antibiotics. It's too soon to see any improvement yet, but hopefully, we'll see some results soon."

Aisha was about to turn on her heel and leave when she heard Annie's small voice. "hey, could you stay awhile? It's... kinda lonely, being here all on my own."

Aisha gave an empathetic smile and reached to sit down on the chair near her bed. "Of course I can."

"Thank you once again doc."

"No, thank you. I haven't been off my feet since I got out of bed this morning. So Annie," Aisha leaned forward, "what are you studying?"

Annie blinked as if she was confused by the question. She took a couple of heavy breaths before attempting to answer.

"My master's is in... English... but my... my..." She swayed, her voice woozy as she tried to finish her sentence.

Aisha was on alert. "Annie, are you feeling okay?" She asked as she felt her pulse which was dropping before Annie passed out.

The heart rate monitor sounded a long, flat tone as her heart stopped.

"OH MY GOD!! Code blue, I need some help here!!" Aisha shouted, pressing the button near her bed.

"C'mon Annie stay with me." As Aisha stood on the nearby stool, performing CPR as she waited for the code team to arrive.

"Aisha?!" Jackie's shocked voice made her lookup.

"Jackie, where is the code team?"

"Room 502 called a code blue just before you. Just keep up with CPR. They'll get to you when they can!"

Aisha's eyes flashed. "That could be too late!! Help me, Jackie we are losing her fast."

"What were her symptoms?" Jackie asked as she snapped on the latex gloves and moved towards the bed.

"Symptoms were headache and nausea. Started during her vacation to Indonesia. Aurora and I did a blood workup and gave her cefpodoxime." Aisha opened the gown and Jackie's eyes narrowed in on the rash rapidly spreading on the side of the body.

"She is breaking in hives. She is in anaphylactic shock!"

"Now that I think about it, it may be because of her allergy to the antibiotics I gave... I had fucking asked her, dammit." Guilt made her chest heavy.

Jackie's face turned into a scowl as she wheeled the defibrillator cart closer. "It doesn't matter whose fault it is. This girl needs you now! We have to get her heart started ourselves."

Aisha nodded as she opened Annie's gown, baring her chest. She took a steadying breath. You have done this numerous times in AIIMS, you can do this.

Taking the paddles, she placed one paddle on the right side, beneath her collarbone and the other paddle on the left side, just beneath her armpit.

A small impressive smile made its way on Jackie's lips. "Good, now set the charge."

"Charging to 300 volts... Clear!"

Annie's body spasmed as the paddles discharged. Keeping them aside, Aisha resumed her compressions on Annie's chest.

C'mon Annie... You can do this... Come back to me. Aisha prayed.

The monitor beeped twice before Annie's heartbeat returned, accelerated but constant.

She let out a sigh of breath as she bent over the bed. Jackie clapped her back. "You are soooo lucky."

"Shut up. Now just give her an epinephrine injection and intubate while I maintain compression."

Jackie nodded her head and Aisha shot a grateful smile as she continued her compressions, her hands aching.

"What the hell is going on in here, Rookie?"

Yikes. Aisha winced at the tone and looked up to find Dr. Ramsey glaring from the doorway.

Time to own up, buddy. She sighed and spoke up. "Dr. Ramsey, she was allergic to the antibiotics I prescribed.

She couldn't gauge his reaction from so far away. "Well... at least you are taking responsibility. Sometimes patients don't know about their own allergies. That's why you always have to be cautious."

Jackie injected the epinephrine pen into Annie's tight. Still unconscious, Annie took a shuddering gasp of air.

"And now we intubate."

"Excellent work, Doctor...?"

A self-satisfied smile made its way on Jackie's face. "Varma."

"You were assigned to this case?"

"No, I was passing and I hear Dr. Khurrana calling a code blue."

A smile made its way on his face which shocked Aisha. This man voluntarily uses his facial muscles to smile? I wouldn't have known. "The patient's very lucky you were here. I'm not confident Dr. Khurrana could have handled this alone."

Now, wait a damn minute... Aisha clenched her jaw. This wasn't her first time she was getting insulted and yeah it was called for but it didn't help her feel any better either.

Jackie bit her lip and glanced at Aisha, which Aisha pointedly ignored. Watch her jump at the opportunity in 3...2...1

"Thank you. Just doing my job, Dr. Ramsey."

There it is.

Gulping down her annoyance, Aisha spoke up. "Dr. Varma really bailed me out." Aisha turned towards Jackie and nodded stiffly. "Thank you, Dr. Varma."

Jackie tried to read her, guilt swimming in her eyes.

She should be guilty, she took the credit of the save when I was the one calling the shots.

"...Anytime."

Fuck you. She narrowed her eyes slightly which made Jackie wince.

Luckily, Dr. Ramsey gave Jackie an out. "Dr. Varma, you should return to your patients."

A relieved smile made its way on her face. "Yes, Doctor." Throwing a backward glance towards Aisha, she walked out.

Dr. Ramsey swivelled towards Aisha, his face drawn tight with annoyance. "And you... you need to have a long hard think about whether or not you're ready to be here. It doesn't matter that it's your first day, or that you're still learning. Whether this girl lives or dies is on you. Is that clear?"

"Crystal, Dr. Ramsey."

"You still have no idea what's wrong with her, and your first attempt nearly killed her. This is the real world. No room for mista--"

"Hi, Dr. Ramsey? Sorry to interrupt." A short Asian intern interrupted him and Aisha let out a small sigh of relief.

This guy would give my parents a run for their money. Why do I meet assholes everywhere I go?

"For the love of God, what now?"

"One of the nurses told me... that one of the other interns told them... that one of the doctors said..."

Dr. Ramsey certainly didn't enjoy beating around the bush. With a biting voice, sharp enough to make both Aisha and the intern to flinch, he commanded. "Skip to the point."

"Dr. Toussaint needs to see you urgently." She rushed.

Dr. Ramsey pinched the bridge of his nose, muttered something about 'interns' under his breath.

Straightening his coat, who gave pointedly glanced at Aisha. "Remember what I said, Rookie. Next time I see you, you'd better have solved the case." He turned on his feet and stormed out making the petite intern jump.  

Aisha stepped out into the hall with the intern, leaned against the wall and let out a sigh.

"Thank god for Dr. Toussaint. I swear if he wouldn't have called, Dr. Ramsey would have burst a vein or something."

The intern leaned against the wall adjacent to Aisha. "Yeah... Too bad he doesn't actually need to see Dr. Ramsey."

Aisha's eyes widened and she turned to stare at the other intern. "Huh?"

"I made it up! I could hear Ramsey chewing you out halfway down the hall, I figured you might need a save."

Oh my god, that is the sweetest thing anyone has done for me.

Aisha smiled brightly. "Thank you so much. I really appreciate it. But you could get in serious trouble if he realizes it."

She shrugged with a cheeky grin. "If. Besides, I'm tougher than I look. I'm Sienna by the way. Or Dr. Trinh. Whichever floats your boat."

"I'm Aisha Khurrana. Thanks again." Aisha's pager beeped and she looked down and sighed. "As fun as our little adventure was, I need to get back to work. Nice talking to you Sienna and once again, thanks for the save."

"Bye, hope you solve the case. Also, wait! I heard all the doctors hang out at this bar called Donahue's. I think, just down the street. Apparently, it's like the place to go and decompress after a long shift. Wanna come?"

"Sure!! If only I survive my first shift."

Sienna gave a brilliant smile. "Assuming you live through the next few hours, I'll meet you in the atrium after we clock out."

And Aisha got back to work, tending to her other patients but Annie's unconscious face kept on flashing behind her eyelids and Ramsey's words echoed in her head, like a broken tape recorder.

You need to have a long hard think about whether or not you're ready to be here.

She took a shuddering breath, doubt slipping into her mind, making her question everything she did. Every patient she treated and every prescription she signed.

Am I really cut out for this?

She tried to stop the rising anxiety but it still continued to swell in her like a balloon. Her throat began to dry up and it felt as if the weight on her chest didn't allow her to breathe.

Oh god, it's happening.

Feeling like she was on the verge of a breakdown, she ducked into a dark supply closet so nobody could see her while she tried to pull herself together.

It's okay. You worked your way through med school to get here. You are worthy. She chanted, taking in gulps of air.

It had hardly been a minute when the door suddenly opened and she heard footsteps.

Aisha internally groaned in annoyance. "Get in or get out. Just quit holding the door." She turned around and saw Bryce.

Oh fuck.

He nervously cleared his throat and walked towards her, maintaining his distance. "I feel like I'm interrupting something. Are... are you okay?"

Thanks to the dark, he couldn't see her tear rimmed eyes. Sighing loudly she untied her hair and ran her fingers through it, something she often did when she felt like her life was on the verge of falling apart.

"Nothing. I'm just looking for something." She tried to speak in a sharp tone but it just sounded like her voice was cracking.

She knew that Bryce had definitely heard how close she was to crying. Concern laced his voice. "Hey, I know when we met I was nothing but a dumb, self-obsessed jock but it's different now. I... I know you are not okay. Want to talk about it? Or vent?"

Goddamit Bryce. "Fine! I almost killed my first patient and I fucking swear to god I saw my career flash before my eyes. But it was lowkey my fault. I should have checked for allergies. But I tried fixing my error by calling the shots and Jackie helped me. BUT that's not it! Instead of being a humble person, Jackie swoops in and takes the credit of my save and Dr. Ramsey just goes on congratulating her as if she won some fucking AMA Award-"

"Aisha, breathe."

Taking a lungful of air she continued. "- And don't even get me started on Dr. Ethan Freaking Ramsey. Duniya main maine itna bada gaandu kabhi dekha nahi hai maine. What a dick!! He should get fucking laid to work off all his anger issues-"

Bryce snorted but didn't dare to interrupt Aisha. From the short time they dated, he knew better than to interrupt her mid-rant, it only managed to instigate her.

Another deep breathe. "- Boy does he manage to make me doubt myself in every step of the way like am I worthy of being here? I mean, I threw my heart and soul into med school because I wanted to be the best doctor out there but dammit I don't think I am ready."

When he made sure she wasn't going to launch into a new roast session, he spoke up. "Wow. You managed so many years of med school, but eight hours into the shift and you're surrendering? Didn't take you for a quitter."

Excuse me? Aisha's eyes narrowed.

"You don't know me anymore Bryce. The Aisha you dated is long gone and dead." She said in a low voice.

He shrugged. "True, but I know that you still have the fire in you to do what you love the most. C'mon, you have dealt with worse but yet you are here, standing tall. This is just temporary. I know you can pick yourself back up and break down all the obstacles in front of you."

She looked up at Bryce, only able to see the faint outline of his body. He still was the same- tall, well built and with really good hair. "No offence but... you used to be the guy who would wet himself during chemistry practicals, what happened to make you so...?" She gestured her hand at him, accidentally hitting his hand.

He hesitated. "As you said, things changed and you don't know me anymore Aisha."

"Fair enough."

The lack of space and the awkward silence just fueled the tension between them. She could feel his converse bumping into her shoes and the heated gaze on her face.

There used to be a time when Aisha and Bryce would talk for hours on end and they never ran out of topics to talk about. Be it something as lame as which is the superior flavour of ice cream or as deep as life after death.

Look at us now... Aisha thought to herself, gulping.

Her hair fell on her face as she averted her eyes, unable to come up with something to talk about. Bryce's hand involuntary reached to push back the rebel strands behind her ear, his hands caressing her cheek in the process. It felt as if electric sparks shot up her cheeks, making her blush.

Bryce opened his mouth. "Aisha-"

The door opened and she heard a feminine voice. "Bryce I saw you giving me the look so I decided to join you-"

A woman walked around the corner of the help and Aisha's jaw dropped. It was not because she was shocked that he was dating, he could screw the entire hospital for all she cared but, no... she was topless.

"Oh." The unknown woman placed her hands beside her.

"Sam-" Bryce began and Aisha spoke up at the same time. "I was just-"

The confusion was interrupted again when the closet door opened again and a senior resident stood before them, aghast. "What is going on over here?"

"Oh fuck." The expletive spilt from Aisha's lips.

The topless woman, whose name apparently was Sam, quipped in. "Yeah what she said."

Well, this is totally not awkward.

AUTHOR”S NOTE #2:

Number one, yeah I dragged PB a bit in regards to Keiki’s name.. PB do your research challenge 🙄

Number two, okay so about the tattoo part, me and @bratzlahela​ were just talking about Bryce having Polynesian tattoos based on this post and I had to integrate it in my series lol

This is something I imagined 🤭

Number 3, Also I tried to change up the scene a bit with Jackie because tbh, Aisha is pretty fucking smart and she won’t be like “Boo-hoo. I don’t know anything” And about the part where she spoke about using the defibrillator numerous times in AIIMS, In India the medical education is a little more hands-on and focuses more on clinical practice rather than theory. Medical students from first year start doing ward duty and help around in the hospitals taking patient history, etc. Also, they have a mandatory year of internship without which you don’t get your license.  

Number 4, So about that supply closet scene, how many of y’all thought would you get a make out sesh?

If yes, here is your clown wig 🤡

Number 5, AND CAN WE TALK ABOUT TODDLER KEIKI I SWEAR I WAS JUST GUSHING THE ENTIRE TIME 🥺

Lastly, IT PHYSICALLY HURT ME TO ROAST ETHAN LIKE IM SO SORRY SWEETIE 😭🥺🤧

This was a pretty long author’s note heheheh

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[atinydise]

Ateez dancing slowly with their s/o

❦ Genre: Fluff.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 2k8.

❦ Requested: Yes, thank you! 🦋

❦ Masterlist.

HONGJOONG - Background music: ASTRO - Innocent/First Love

You heard the entrance door slam loudly in the hallway. You gulped. Hongjoong was pissed. Your affirmation was confirmed, when you saw your boyfriend throwing his bag and coat in the bedroom, just before sitting next to you on the couch, without saying anything. “Hard day?” you asked, looking right at him. He hummed and ripped the remote off your hands. “Oookay…” you claimed, shock by how angry he was. He zapped all the channels that he found annoying before throwing the remote on the coffee table. “I know that you are mad, but this poor remote didn’t do anything to you.” He rolled his eyes, “I’m not in mood to laugh Y/N?” “Do you want to talk ab-“ “No.” He said straight, ending the conversation. “Okay…” you gave up.

After few minutes of a tense atmosphere, you decided to help him to relax. You stood up and grabbed your phone. You went to your room to find your speaker and played one of your favorite music: Astro - Innocent/First Love. Hongjoong glanced at you, trying to know what you were planning to do. You walked up in front of him and grabbed his hands, “come dance with me.” “I’m not in mood Y/N.” “Just 3 minutes. One song.” He sighed and gave up, “Okay.” He stood up and you led him to the middle of the room, to have enough space to dance. You wrapped your arms around his neck while he grabbed your waist tightly. You smiled lovingly at him, enjoying this moment. More the music was playing, more he was getting closer to you. Your body danced slowly in a nice and warm motion. You giggled when he made you turn around. Now, he was smiling too. His grip on you were not harsh anymore. You felt his love again. “Thank you,” he smiled widely. “Anything for my man.” You smiled. Well before both of you notice, you danced on 3 songs, while he finally confessed why he was so mad. You would use this technic often.

SEONGHWA - Background music: LEE HI - Breathe

Today was a good day. You spent it with your boyfriend Seonghwa. He made this day even better. For his day off, he organized a picnic for the lunch. He knew that you would love to enjoy the fresh air and the sun. He bought almost all of your favorite snacks and brought cards, so you won’t be bored. As a Saturday, the park was full, but you liked to see a playful and chill atmosphere. “This is perfect Ddeonghwa*,” you giggled. He smiled, “I’m happy to have such a good weather like this.” You nodded and sat on the blanket he brought. Both of you started to eat, drink and talk about your week. You loved to hear how’s his week been since it was always more interesting than yours. “So, we started to learn modern jazz. I hope that I will improve well.” “For sure, what you can’t do!” He smirked and added, “I don’t know how I ended being so lucky to have you in my life.” You stared at him, embarrassed by this sudden declaration. Nervously, you threw a pringles on his shirt. “Stop saying such kitschy things!” He laughed at the blush on your cheeks and grabbed your hand in his softly. Suddenly, the music band near you, played Seonghwa’s favorite song: Lee Hi - Breathe. “Y/N! Dance with me.” He said, standing up. “What? But- In front of everyone?” You panicked. He nodded and led you in front of the band. He grabbed one of your hand in his while the other one was wrapped around your waist. You could feel that everyone was staring at you, in a good way but sharing this tender moment with Seonghwa made you forget all the people around. You were doing your best to follow your boyfriend steps and not to crush on his feet. “You are doing really good Y/N!” Praised Seonghwa. “I have a good teacher,” you smiled proudly. Without asking you, he wrapped his other arm around you while you just put your hand on his broad shoulder. He surprised you with a soft kiss that only him know how to make you feel safe and loved.

*Ddeonghwa: cute nickname (almost childish idk) used by Seonghwa.

YUNHO - Background music: TAEMIN - Back to you

You were enjoying a dinner at the restaurant with your closest friend. But even if both of you seemed to have a good time, she noticed that you were not really in the mood. She sipped her glass of Soju and asked you, “what is going on Y/N? You are here with me but seems like your mind is far away.” You smiled sadly, “sorry, I just miss Yunho.” “You had an argument?” “No, he’s just so busy.” “Just go to see him. Even if it’s for 10 minutes.” She advised, eating a piece of meat. “Should I? I don’t want to invade his space,” you said, rubbing your face, frustrated. “Just go. But after our dinner because I’m hungry.” You smiled, “okay thank you.” As promised, after a good meal, you went to KQ, just to greet your boyfriend. In the hallway, you heard the song that you are always listening with Yunho: Taemin - Back To You. You opened slowly the door and saw your boyfriend dancing slowly by his own. When he saw your reflection on the mirror, he didn’t yell your name like he does usually. He just smiled and made a sign for you to join him. You walked up slowly to him and grabbed his hand. Yunho made you turn around on yourself slowly, before grabbing you by the waist. As a reflex, you wrapped your arms around his neck and followed his lead. “What are you doing here?” He whispered. “I missed you, so I just came to say ‘hi’,” you replied, “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” He shook his head, “no, that’s a good idea that you came to see me. And I was missing you so much too.” He put his forehead against yours. Both of you closed your eyes to enjoy the music and each other presence. “So glad that you are here…” he whispered, pulling you closer to him. You smiled. Finally, he needed you as much that you needed him. “I don’t want this moment to stop,” you admitted, looking right at his eyes. “Me neither… but the boys are going to come back soon.” You giggled, “let’s enjoy our remaining time then.”

YEOSANG - Background music: Paul Kim - Me after you

“Yeosang! I’ll look for something to drink!” You yelled. Your boyfriend next to you nodded. “I’ll wait you here!” He replied. You kissed his cheek and walked up to the bar. Yunho and Mingi were having a party for the new year. They reserved in a big and luxurious loft so everyone could have fun. They invited a bunch of friends and idol to this memorable party. You were with Yeosang in the last 3 weeks only, but you were the first person they invited, even before the other members. You were glad to have a good friendship with them. When you sat on the bar, you immediately ordered something cold. ‘Hello young lady,” greeted a man, sitting next to you. “Hi,” you simply replied, trying to stop this conversation fast as possible. “Can I pay for your drink?” You shook your head, “I just did but thank you.” He smiled, embarrassed. “Well okay… I guess that I don’t have any excuse to talk to you.” “I’m sorry but-“ “She’s taken.” Said Yeosang, pulling you away from this man. “Yeosang, my drink…” you rolled your eyes. “Forget it and dance with me,” he said, grabbing your hands to place it on his shoulders while he grabbed your waist. So tightly, like if he was scared that you disappear. You followed your boyfriend’s rhythm and finally asked. “Are you jealous?” He didn’t reply. “I don’t know that you were the jealous type.” He stared at you, raising a brow, “every guy is jealous when they see their girlfriend with someone else.” You were about to reply something, but he pulled you closer to him. Not leaving a centimeter between you and him. “There’s many things that you ignore about me.” You smiled slightly, “then I can’t wait to know you a lot more.” “Is that a declaration?” he asked. You stuck your tongue out at him, “maybe.” He smiled and leaned to kiss you softly. It would be you and him only tonight and for a long time. “Ew gross! Take a room!” Interrupted Wooyoung, walking next to you. Okay maybe not for a long time.

SAN - Background music: Vanessa Hudgens & Zac Efron (HSM) - Can I have this dance

For this special sunny day, San and you settled the rooftop as a chill and cool place to hang out. You brought food and drinks and he took his laptop to watch movies and pillow for the best comfort. You were sitting next to him on the hammock while he was preparing his laptop on the coffee table, in front of you. “What did you choose?” you asked, already eating the candies you brought. “High School Musical 3!” he yelled, happily. You clapped, excited to know what he would think about the last movie. You started to watch High School Musical when you learn that he hadn’t see them. “It was too good to not watch it,” you always repeated. The first time, he was a bit reticent but when the first song came up, he immediately loved it. When he played the movie, you were glancing at him sometimes to see his reaction about the new choreographies or songs. There was definitely more budget. “Oh, this is my favorite scene,” you claimed, clapping enthusiastically. It was the scene were Gabriella taught Troy how to dance on the rooftop. As you, San was immersed in this scene. It was pretty simple but the alchemy, the song and the love were present. When the scene ended, he paused the movie and asked you. “Can I have this dance?” he smiled, handing his hand. “W-What? San, I can’t?” you stuttered. “Come on. I will teach you!” He pulled you off the hammock and positioned himself in a good posture. “You are unbelievable,” you said. But you played his game and put your hand in his. He pulled you closer to you, took one step and kept his eyes locked in yours. Exactly like Gabriella said. You followed him as you could, doing your best to not be ridiculous. But you were doing pretty good. “We should do that more often,” you giggled. “I totally agree,” he smirked. “Because together or not-*“ he started. “Our thing won’t stop*.” You finished. He giggled and made you turn around before pulling you closer to him. You saw in his eyes that he would never let you go.

**: lyrics from this song.

MINGI - Background music: THE WEEKND - I feel it coming

For the CEO’s birthday the whole KQ Team were invited in a huge gala. All the artists under the label were present, including the staff too. So, it means that Ateez was present too of course. With the manager’s permission, Mingi invited you: his girlfriend, to the gala. At first, you were completely reticent because Mingi was scolded for dating so earlier in his career, but when he explained his situation with sincerity, the CEO gave him his approbation. To convince you, he asked all his members to beg you to come. Of course, at the end you gave up and bought a dress the same night. Even if you were a bit stressed, the boys made sure to help you to relax by telling jokes the whole night. Well before the cake celebration, the CE came to the group table. They all stood up and bowed to their superior. You too of course. “You are not dancing boys? My music is not enough good for you?” he teased them. “No, it’s a good music.” Said Mingi. The boss turned around to face you. “Mingi. Why you don’t invite your girlfriend?” “W-What?” he said shyly. “DJ? Put a romantic music! I want that everyone here dance!” he ordered happily. You just wanted to hide in a corner and go out only when everybody would have leave. Mingi took a deep breath and grabbed your hand. “Let’s dance, okay?” he smiled shyly. You nodded and followed him in the middle of the crowd, surround by adults. You shyly wrapped your arms around Mingi’s neck. But he strangely stayed still, like froze. “Mingi,” you whispered, “you need to put your hands on my waist.” He nodded and placed his big hands on your side. You were a bit leading the dance, but you couldn’t say that you didn’t like this situation. You felt Mingi’s embrace a bit closer than the first minute, he finally was used to this proximity. “I like it,” he confessed. “Of course that you like dancing,” you giggled. “No, I like that everyone see that you are mine.” You blushed and buried you face on his chest, too shy.

WOOYOUNG - Background music: JAMES BAY - Let it go

You get up off the couch, taking all the plates remaining on the coffee table. “Y/N don’t do it! You are the guest.” Said Seonghwa already standing up to help you. “No, it’s fine. You worked hard today! Just rest.” You winked at him and went on the kitchen. Seonghwa stared at Wooyoung, your boyfriend. “You will let her clean your dishes?” Wooyoung rolled his eyes, “she’s stubborn, nothing will change her mind.” Seonghwa pinched his member’s arm. “Ouch Hyung!” Complained Wooyoung rubbing his arm. The eldest pointed at the kitchen door, that you closed to no bother them. “Okay okay…” he said, getting up lazily. When he opened the door, he saw you already washing the first plates you brought but dancing to this slow song that you like: James Bay - Let it go. You almost jumped when you heard Wooyoung’s voice behind you. “You really like this song huh? You are listening every day?” You smiled, “yep.” Wooyoung leaned on the counter, just next to you. “Are you here to help me?” you smirked, knowing well that Seonghwa forced him to. “Yes, but now I want to do something else.” He said leaning you with this intense stare. “Woo-,” you said blushing a bit by this sudden proximity. He was looking right at your eyes, but he stopped the water and throw the Tupperware you were cleaning, in the sink. Wooyoung slowly grabbed your forearm and positioned it on his shoulders. He slowly wrapped your waist and pulled you closer. “Wooyoung- what are you doing?” you giggled. “It’s obvious no? I’m dancing with you.” He smirked. You wanted to ask why? Suddenly? But you preferred to enjoy the moment. Of course, it was not so romantic, in the kitchen, filled by dishes and you still had these yellow gloves on, but Wooyoung was the only thing you focused on. He lifted your chin to kiss your lips softly. ‘Y/N, Woo do-“ Interrupted San? The boy smiled seeing you like this and left the kitchen, leaving both of you in peace. In your little moment.

JONGHO - Background music: EXO - Smile on my face

“One, two, three and four!” counted Yunho. The group were practicing for their concert in Seoul. It was the first time they would perform in Korea, so they were trying to show the best of them. “Okay that was nice! Let’s take a break,” ordered Yunho. San and Wooyoung fell on the floor, breathless. Seonghwa, Yunho and Mingi went to buy food at the convenience store. While Hongjoong and Yeosang were looking at their phone in a corner of the room. You saw your boyfriend coming to you, exhausted. He layed his head on your laps. “What are you doing sweetheart?” You showed him your phone screen. It was a video of a couple dancing gracefully on a slow song. “Oh. You like this kind of dances?” “It’s really pretty.” You smiled, “I wish I knew how to dance like that.” Jongho sat up next to you, “let’s practice then.” He rushed to the computer before you could decline the offer. “Jongho! You need to rest a bit and I really can’t-“ He pulled you slowly by your hands and led you to the center of the room. “Put this hand on mine and your other one on my shoulder.” You executed a bit reticent, but you needed to do your best. You tensed a bit when he placed one hand on your waist, but he didn’t give you enough time to be shy. “You will need to follow my step okay?” You nodded and took a deep breath. Jongho slowly stepped behind, making you step forward to him. He repeated this move a dozen of time. You started to know how it was working. “Now, I will step forward but it’s exactly the same okay?” he smiled. You nodded and kept following Jongho’s moves. “You are doing really good babe!” praised your boyfriend. You giggled, “how you learnt to dance so well?” “I went to some parties with my grandmother, so she taught me a little bit.” He winked. He surprised you by making you turn you around. “We should hang out more to dance like that.” “Yes! Count me in!” You smiled. “Oh. What are we doing here?” said Mingi coming back from the store. “They’re learning how to dance and teach us how to be happy obviously,” smiled Hongjoong.

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Episode of Broly and Kale: CLASH OF THE LEGENDARY SAIYANS!

It was morning on the planet Vampa.

Broly was standing close to the cave's entrance. It had been a month since he came back here with his… friends? Head had to admit that he still wasn't used to Cheelai and Lemo's presence in his life. He was grateful for them. Eager for them to stay. Still, it was a touch awkward to wake up with people with him. Even his father, Paragus, had kept his distance with the remote in hand.

To be with people who cared about him… it made him happy.

"Broly? Yoohoooo are you in there?"

The man blinked. He turned towards Cheelai, who was smiling at him.

"Cheelai?

"We're about to start breakfast soon!" She said. "You got something on your mind, Broly?"

Broly scratched the back of his head. "I was… thinking. Nothing wrong."

"Hm?" Cheelai said. "Well if you say so…"

"Cheelai," Lemo said holding his cup. "Why don't you help me out over here? That moron never showed us how these capsule whatevers work."

She rolled her eyes before joining Lemo inside. That meant Broly would be left to his own thoughts.

The moron they referred to, Goku… or Kakarot as he asked to be called… Broly had met him and another warrior Father hated during his trip to Earth. Over the past month Kakarot would suddenly appear and attempt to train him. In spite of his dogged insistence, Broly didn't hate Kakarot. He hadn't sensed any malicious intent from the man at all far from it.

But Kakarot wanted a fight. Broly didn't want one. It was a simple an objection as that.

Paragus had tried to instill fighting instincts into the boy since birth, but Broly never had the heart to follow through. Even when Paragus had separated him from his beloved pet Ba, Broly remained a passive boy. He didn't want to hurt anyone.

Especially not after the last time he had used his power…

"Hey Broly!"

The familiar voice startled Broly from his thoughts. Kakarot had returned. It seemed he had brought others with him.

"That's him? Damn, he's got muscles that's for sure. Could probably cut meat with those abs."

"…"

"I brought friends!" Kakarot said. "These are Saiyans from another universe! Isn't it exciting?"

Another what? The idea seemed bizarre to Broly. Then again, everything about Kakarot was bizarre. One moment Kakarot could be a gentle soul and the next someone who would fight to the death if need be. How does one switch like that?

The two other Saiyans stepped into the cave. One was a woman with hair that spiked upwards and violet pants and a piece of clothing around her chest. She had a similar air to Kakarot, someone who had experience and eager for a challenge.

The other girl… she had red clothes and her hair was wrapped in a ponytail. She kept her head low, as if afraid of her surroundings.

"One of these two is like you!" Kakarot said. "So I thought it'd be nice for you to meet. Maybe she can help you unlock your power!"

"Don't go around making choices for other people!" The woman with spiky hair said. She turned towards Broly. "You must be Broly. I'm Caulifla. This one here is Kale."

The girl, who Broly now knew was Kale, stepped up. Their eyes connected for the first time, and Broly knew today would be an important one.

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"Wait give me a second to understand this."

Cheelai was more than a touch confused by the newcomers. The Saiyans, as they tend to do, were chowing down at the food in exuberance, leaving no trace of food left (making Lampo whimper something about how long it would take to restock everything).

"So you guys are Saiyans from another universe?" Cheelai asked. "And you brought them here for a training session?"

"About right!" Goku put down his bowl. "I noticed that Broly's been holding back a lot of power during our training. I thought if he had someone more on his level to spar with he could tap into more of his potential."

"On HIS level?!" Caulifla punched the table, wiping the food on her lips with her other hand. "Kale isn't a prop for your guy. She'd totally clobber him in a heartbat! She didn't participate in the Tournament of Power to get taken out by a caveman."

A loud burp erupted in the room. Everyone turned towards at Broly, who blushed.

"S-sorry…"

That got everyone to chuckle for a bit. Cheelai was glad to see Broly was still himself… though she wasn't exactly thrilled at this idea.

"How do we know this won't end up… i dunno, blowing up the planet or something?"

"Oh don't worry about it," Goku grinned. "If they do blow up the planet by accident we'll just have Whis turn back time and stop it!"

… she wasn't going to even try to find out what that meant…

"Alright, if this helps him out." Cheelai said. "Just be careful."

Throughout this conversation, Broly and Kale stared at each other, sizing each other up.

To Broly, Kale was interesting. Apparently she was his counterpart from another universe. He saw the way Kale would look back at Caulifla, hanging on her every word, the way she retreated onto herself as she was praised for her power. Evidently, she and her mentor had a good relationship. Is this was he could have had with his father? He wasn't sure.

Yet, Broly could sense something within this Saiyan. She was hiding something. Broly was curious as to what it could be.

Kale had seen similar things with Broly. She somehow got it into her head that he wasn't all too happy about being in this place. If he could live out his days alone he would. But he was here. So was she. Still, what Goku said about him was curious. Broly was her counterpart from Universe 7. He was shy and retreated to himself, much like she had not too long ago.

She wondered if this was what power did to people. Isolating them from peers, unable to form connections because it could break others under it's sheer weight.

"Hey Kale!"

Kale blinked. "I'm sorry Caulifla, what was that?"

"We're about to start the match. You ready?"

She nodded. "Yes."

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"Remind me again why we're entertaining this match?"

Champa, Universe 6's God of Destruction, was tapping his foot impatiently. His brother Beerus, Universe 7's God of Destruction, scoffed.

"Well Champa I just thought it'd be interesting to see how our Saiyans stack up each other," Beers grinned. "What, you afraid our Saiyan could beat yours?"

"Not a chance!" Champa said indignant. "I would never allow any of MY Saiyans enter your universe if they couldn't beat yours, brother!"

To the side, their Angelic attendants Whis and Vados sighed. This wasn't the first time they argued, nor will it be the last. Each remembered how many times they had to prevent the brothers from fighting before they blew up the universe along with them.

"I'll admit to being excited about this as well." Vados said. "Perhaps Kale had improved enough to a candidate for a God of Destruction, Lord Champa."

Champa looked at her in horror. "N-no way! She may be a Saiyan but she will never be able to become a Destroyer God!"

"In any case," Whis pointed towards the ground below them, "The match is close to starting. Quite a shame that Vegeta took the other one for training. He might have been interested in this battle. I hope Goku knows what he's doing."

Beerus shrugged. "Does he ever? Really? That man will be the death of me one of these days."

Down the cliff, Broly and Kale got into position. Caulifla gave Kale a once over.

"Don't worry. We've fought tougher in the Tournament of Power," Caulifla winked. "You got this in the bag!"

"Right, sister." Kale bowed. "I will do my best."

On the other end, Cheelai was patted Broly on the back.

"It's okay Broly." Cheelai said. "Just a training exercise. No one's going to get hurt okay?"

He nodded. Cheelai wasn't sure if he really agreed or was doing to not worry her, but decided not to press.

"Okay," She walked off. "Good luck!"

Now, it was only Broly and Kale. Kale got into a fighting stance. Broly, however, just stood there casually. He felt like he didn't need it.

"Ready…" Goku said. "Begin!"

That was a mistake on Broly's part.

Kale vanished in front of him. Before Broly could even see, she landed a direct hit to his face, sending him flying.

"Wh… what?" Broly asked.

He regained his composure quickly. Just as Kale was about land another hit, Broly blocked it with his own hand. He threw a punch, but Kale dodged it. Broly punched away, but Kale was small and nimble. She dodged the attacks with ease.

"Way to go Kale!" Caulifla yelled. "You got him on the ropes!"

Kale had come a long way since the Tournament of Power. She would freeze up in combat during it, but thanks to the help of Caulifla (… okay, and Cabba she supposed) Kale was better at holding her ground.

Broly figured out that he wasn't going to get anywhere with punching. He tried to grab Kale, but she floated above his hands. Her own hands glowed with energy and they blasted Broly's face with it. The man held his hands over his eyes as he recovered.

Kale stepped on the ground. She panicked. "You like that?"

His eyes opened fast. "I don't."

Broly pointed his hands towards her, and launched a ki blast where she stood. Kale jumped up to avoid it, only to get struck in the stomach.

"Hmph," Broly snorted. "Give up?"

Kale only smirked.

Together, they flew upwards. Every time Broly tried to punch Kale, she was able to block them with her own fists. Their powers were equal. Each time they struck each other, their auras glowed brighter, their green energy growing with each second.

"Incredible," Cheelai said astonished at the sight. "He's tapping into the power he had on Earth!"

"Not yet," Goku said. "The fight is only getting started."

Indeed, Broly and Kale were only sizing each other up. Broly in particular wasn't sure what Kale was going to do… but he can feel it. The feeling his father had talked about during their own training sessions, what Saiyans are supposed to feel when fighting.

Excitement.

Kale was feeling it too. It had been a while since she fought anyone beside Caulifla… and Cabba… so this was exciting for her as well.

However, Broly decided to change tactics. He charged at Kale with incredible speed, catching her with his massive hand. He crashed into a mountain, aiming to pulverize her. Instead, Kale only spat out some dust.

"That isn't going to work."

She grabbed him with both arms, and suplexed him to the ground. He in turn grabbed her leg and threw her to the ground as well. Kale was only momentarily knocked down before jumping high into the air, preparing a huge energy blast in the process.

"Take this!" She shouted. "HAAAAAAAH~!"

Broly witnessed the blast coming at him. It hit him just as he crossed his arms in defense. The resulting collision caused a massive explosion. Smoke covered the area where Broly stood.

"Whoah, that blast was powerful!" Goku said. "How much stronger did she get?"

"Plenty. Kale's gotten practice." Caulifla proudly. "I made sure of that."

Cheelai looked concerned. "Broly…"

As the smoke settled, it can be seen that Broly was still standing. He was covered in dust and there was some damage… but he was fine. His eyes narrowed into focus. Then, he vanished.

He appeared right behind Kale, who didn't have the time to block him as he punched her from behind. He vanished again, then kneeling her in the stomach, and bringing both fists down upon her.

Kale was knocked around the air, but she wasn't giving up. As soon as Broly made another dash towards, she punched him in the face again. Another flurry of punches and kicks ensued between the two fighters.

"You're small… but strong…" Broly said. "You're amazing."

"Thank you…" Kale said. "I trained hard to get like this. You're pretty strong too."

Broly wasn't sure about that. Even he could feel the energy flowing from Kale, how quick it poured and how vast it seemed. Funnily, she noticed the same about him.

Neither dominated for a long while, keeping each other on an even keel. Their auras, sickly green in color, were growing at an alarming rate. Any minute their limits would be broken, and they would be pushed beyond them.

Kale had noticed a change in Broly's eyes. Instead of the gentle ones she had seen before, they were amber bright, and angrier. There was also a trim underneath his eyes. A naked savagery that had begun to surface during their fight.

"Grrrrr…" He started growling. "C-crush…"

She had recognized it before the moment she realized what it was. The look in his eyes… he was tapping into that power.

"What's wrong Broly?"

He screamed. Whether from pain or something else, his aura sent shockwaves that pushed Kale away from him. She reorientated herself to see Broly had been powering up. He had changed. Ready to attack.

"HRAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!"

"What was that?!" Cheelai yelled. "He's changed!"

"It's the same power he had on Earth." Goku said. "I can go stop him-"

"Don't!"

Goku and Cheelai looked over to Caulifla, who had her arms crossed.

"An overgrown whiny baby ain't enough to take down Kale." She said. "I won't allow anyone to interfere in this fight."

Up in the air, Kale was proving her declaration correct. She blocked Broly's punches with ease. Even with his increase in power, his anger was the problem. He was trying to demolish her, with no thought or strategy. He was relying on pure instinct. That might be not be a problem when fighting people weaker than himself. However, Kale was more than a match for him.

Unknown to her, a trim appeared under her own eyes. Her black eyes had turn amber, as Broly's had. The same power flowed through her. She caught both of Broly's fists in her hands, and they stared each other down. Broly growled in visible anger yet Kale kept herself in check.

"Give up. Now."

With her might, Kale flew Broly to the ground. The crash created a rather large crater. Rather than devastating both fighters, however, only Broly was up. He held Kale by her hair, her body hanging seemingly limply in his grasp.

"GrrrrRRRRRRRRR…"

He started punching her. Repeatedly. He was savagely beating her just for the sheer pleasure of it. This enemy, the one who dared to challenge him? She needed to be gone.

Yet she lives. In pain, she lives.

"RAARRGGGHHH… NO… no…"

Wait. This wasn't right.

"GRAAAAAAAGGGHHHHH!"

Broly collapsed to his knees. He let go of Kale, clutching his head with both hands. He screamed. These thoughts were unnatural, antithetical to his very being. It was these thoughts that led to-

He had to get away from there. From this woman, from everyone.

Kale watched Broly go. She could see he had returned to his proper senses, having shone remorse for his deed.

Caulifla and Goku landed next to her.

"Hey what happened?" Goku asked. "Want me to go after him?"

"Where'd he go?" Caulifla punched her fist. "That no good show off, running away when he had a fight. Let me at him!"

Kale held a hand towards them both. Caulifla looked at her confused, especially when her protege looked back in the same amber eyes before she wrecked everyone at the Tournament.

"Stay out of this. This is between me and him. I will solve this."

With that, she flew off in search of the giant. Her master and friend, Caulifla, looked at her amazed. She had grown so much…

"Kale… good luck."

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Kale had found her opponent distraught.

He was sitting in a fetal position next to some rocks. Kale landed next to him. She remembered being in a similar position once a time ago. Maybe…

"You were scared before…" She said. "Is there something wrong?"

Broly did not respond immediately. He let sobs escapes his lips, keeping his eyes locked downwards.

"…I lost control…"

Kale tilted her head. "This had happened before?"

"…"

"…"

"It's okay if you don't want to talk."

"…"

"…"

"…"

"…"

"… my father…"

"Yes?"

"My father… he was…" Broly let out a sigh. "I lost control. On the blue planet. There was white everywhere…"

"White?" Kale asked. "Ah, you mean the ice? My Earth had places like that too when we visited it."

"Yes. I don't remember a lot of it, but… I was fighting. Kakarot. And that other man. During the fight I was getting angrier and angrier, stronger… and then my father was-"

He choked, putting both hands to his face. Kale narrowed her eyes.

"Your father was… what?"

"Dead. Something had killed him. An energy blast from my fight. He was dead and it was all my fault. Because I lost control." He weeped. "Me and Dad grew up on this planet. He spent his whole life trying to teach me control. He put a shock collar on me so I could control it. But I failed and he's dead. I gained so many friends here. Cheelai, Lampo… even Kakarot. I don't want to hurt anyone. I don't want to lose anyone. Not again."

His tears came harder. "Not ever… again…"

There was no more talk for a good long while. Kale allowed Broly to grieve. The memory of his father was still lodged within his mind. He deserved that much respect.

"… I lost my parents when I was young."

Broly looked up at her.

"Growing up, I had always been an orphan. Wandering from place to place, scrounging up whatever I could… I truly thought I was worthless after a long time. Then I met Caulifla. She took me in when no one could, helped me when no one did, she… she taught me how to be strong. She saved me all those years ago. I'll always love her for that."

Kale looked up at the sky serenely. The trims underneath her eyes had returned.

"I was too enamored at first. I had this image of Caulifla in my head that she was invincible. So I tried aid her covertly in fights. To keep this image of strength alive. But Caulifla was smart. She found me out right away. Threatened to pound me if I tried it again. I was scared for a long time that I would lose her if I displeased her in some way. If she found someone else. I even became jealous and hurt when Cabba arrived to recruit her for the Tournament of Power. But I was wrong. She stayed to help me."

Her aura grew bigger. Soon the ground started shaking at her feet, which disturbed Broly. Her hair had turned blond, with green eyes. He knew what it was already. The unmistakable power of a Super Saiyan.

"Recently I had been in a Tournament. I had to fight alongside Caulifla… and Cabba I suppose… we had to work as a team if we wanted a chance to win. Caulifla had been fighting Goku while I stood on the side lines. I had wanted to get stronger then. So I did. I learned to tap into my anger and focus it into something productive. To access a power… beyond what I have now!"

Her hands clenched into fists, sparks radiating around her.

"HRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHH!"

Suddenly, the aura rose into the heavens, thunder and lighting cracking under the sheer enormous power radiating from Kale. Broly looked at her, both scared and amazed at the sight before him, what he was sensing.

The girl grew in stature. Her muscles morphed and expanded, Kale still screaming as her hair flew upwards, turning from black, to gold to the sickly green color that her aura possessed. her pupils turned into a translucent white, indicating a crazed manic.

Yet… her pupils could still be seen. Bright green now, in contrast to the black ones she had before.

Kale had stopped herself. The clouds began to dissipate around them, her power contained by sheer discipline.

There she stood. The Legendary Super Saiyan.

"If what Goku told me was true, you have this power too." Kale said. "It can be addicting at first. I lost control the first time, same as you did. But you can control it. I managed it, not by shrinking away from it, but by embracing it. I think of the friends I had made and how I can help them."

Broly was stunned at what he was seeing. The embodiment of his worst nightmares, the monster had been on Earth, the one that slaughtered his father… and yet, there she stood. In control. Could he…?

"Try it. I'll stop you if you go too far."

Silently, he nodded. Kale showed him a possibility he hadn't considered. Maybe this was a path he could take.

Broly focused on his mind. He remembered the pain and isolation he had felt for years on this planet. The shock collar that his father gave him to contain his power. His point proven correct when he had perished on Earth.

But he also thought of Cheelai.

Her, Lemo, Goku, these new friends that he had made. The bonds he shared with them, the bonds he wanted to make with Kale and Caulifla…

Before he even knew it, Broly felt his power rising fast. One shot was all he had. He trusted Kale and Kakarot to stop him so he let it in.

'FATHER! WHY DID YOU LEAVE?! WHY DID YOU KEEP ME LOCKED AWAY ON THIS PLANET ONLY TO DIE?! I HATE YOU!'

The anger came first. His hate and bitterness, the things he kept away had to come to the surface first. The primal roar of the Great Ape swelled up inside of Broly.

'Cheelai… I have to stay strong… for my friends!'

Then came serenity.

When Broly opened his eyes, they shone bright green. He had not lost control. He was still here, with Kale right across him.

"I… I did it!"

The tears were not of sadness anymore. Instead they were of joy. The power was his now. With enough practice, he could control it again.

Another Legendary Saiyan had emerged. Strong and more importantly, proud.

"Thank you, Kale."

Kale smiled. This was the first time she helped someone without Caulifla. She had done it as well.

"That's great Broly." She said, energy blast forming in her hand. "Now… shall we resume?"

Broly smiled back. He no longer feared the power inside of him. He was ready.

"Yes."

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Hours after the battle, Goku and Caulifla had flown to the crater. Cheelai had been hitching a ride on Goku's back.

The trio had to scratch their heads upon seeing their friends lying on the ground, heavily injured, scratches all over their bodies… still breathing, with these massive smiles on their faces.

"Kale!" Caulifla yelled, rushing over to Kale. "You're not too badly injured are you?"

She coughed some dust, but raised her hand in a thumbs up.

"Broly!" Cheelai jumped off from Goku, also running toward her Saiyan. "Are you okay?"

For the first time she had seen, Broly had been smiling brightly. Excitedly even.

"I had fun."

Cheelai smiled. "That's grand."

Whis and Vados had also floated next to them, looking slightly bemused.

"Ah, you Saiyans just keep beating each other up to the brink of death." Whis said. "Let me fix that."

With a wave of his staff, Kale and Broly had instantly recovered from their injuries. Caulifla hugged Kale close to her, while Cheelai grabbed Broly's arm and brought him up.

"I believe it is time we returned to our universe, Caulifla, Kale." Vados said. "Our time span is up."

"Ohh really?" Caulifla whined. "I wanted to have a shot at big dumb muscle over here! The power was intense!"

As she proceeded to get into an argument with Vados, Kale just chuckled at the sight. That was Caulifla, always itching for a fight. She wondered if Caulifla would pick on Cabba again when they got back. Kale hoped it would happen. She was looking for target practice.

"Kale."

She turned around, seeing Broly smiling at her. Cheelai looked at Broly confused.

"I'm glad you came. I hope we can fight again."

Kale smiled back. Caulifla narrowed her eyes in something resembling jealousy as her protégé raised her hand in a thumbs up.

"I hope so too…" Kale said. "Broly."

Author's Notes:

I hope you enjoyed this fic! First Dragon Ball story. I wanted to write it because I thought it would be cool to see how Broly and Kale would meet. Maybe we might get that in Super Season 2 or whatever they're gonna call it? It'd be nice.

With Kale, I decided to go with a mix of her manga and anime backstories to add more to her characterization. Also retconned a bit of how she worked to bring her more in line with the Broly's movie depiction of the Legendary Super Saiyan transformation.

Have fun!

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Toons for Our Times: Ducktales: They Put a Moonlander on the Earth!

At Glomglast, Glomgold Glomturns! Flintheart Hero of Earth Glomgold continues riding his wave of good PR from helping save the earth in the manner you’d expect: With  a dangerous attention seeking pr stunt/ferris wheel/half-ased plan to murder scrooge. Naturally Dewey is first in line for it. Meanwhile Webby tries to convince a wound up Penumbra to stay and enjoy earth so she can get a new alien friend who she relates to and her brothers can get a new step mom, while Launchpad is awkward because his coffee with Pennumbra went worse than the one he had with the gas cloud. The Glom Knight Glomturns under the cut. 

This one is late for both good reason, I didn’t want to hog the wifi while my nieces were trying to remote school, and not so good I.e.... I entirely forgot an episode was today because I’m not used to the new schedule, as in the past the show’s either aired on saturday like usual for a disney show, or as a cluster of episodes throughout one week, so even if it wasn’t something I was used to, I was tuned to stay in. The new schedule is weird  and my brain is stupid is what i’m saying. Now i’ve covered my butt on with the review! This week focuses on Penumbra, and explains exactly what happened to the Moonlanders after Moonvasion. For Penny at least she’s apparently been living in the McDuck hangar, or somewhere near it, and working on rebuilding one of the bigger ships to get her people home. Della, while not missing the opprotunity to point out now Penny’s the one living in HER garage buliding a rocket home, pitches in and we see things have clearly changed. At least with Della, Penny’s let down her guard and now openly considers her her best friend.. and perhaps more because the romantic tension is so thick here you could cut it with a sword. Granted I may have swords on the brain because of this. 

Which if your not up to date on your x-men comics, is an event where our Uncanny X-Men, now having their own nation of krakoa where all mutants are welcome, which includes apocalypse so he’s on THEIR SIDE in that shot, must fight ten other mutants in a ritual sword duel with some of the strongest swords in the mighty marvel canon, and loosing means the other mutants, many of whom are the CHILDREN of apocalyspe from centuries ago he thought lost, get to invade earth with a demonic horde. And if NONE of that made you curious, let alone want to read that, I just.. don’t get you. 

Back to the gays, yeah the ten sword thick sexual tension is broken by the fact that Penumbra reveals she tried SOME earth culture and did get that coffee with Launchpad, with Della baffled.. I mean look at those abs. Though it’s probably less “Launchpad really?” and more “Why not me first? Is he sexier? Dammit he is. “ It went about as well as you’d expect.. with Penny storming out suddenly saying this is terrible and running off. Eh not the worst first date i’ve seen in animation this year. I’ve seen a woman go on a date with a man conjoined to his ex.. and not like their siblings it’s a medical procedure. Because close enough is pretty fucking insane and let’s keep it that way.

But yeah so Penumbra’s not sold on earth and Della’s attempts to get her to go with the kids, get to that in a minute, fall on deaf ears. But the thing is. her people are. When meeting with gibious and zenith, if you don’t remember the married moon couple we saw back in “The Golden Spear”, Penumbra finds out she’s the only one who wants to go home. Her people like it here...the happy couple even got adorable new outfits, a job with Glomgold in Gibbious’ case, and an adorable new dog named good boy. Look at them. 

I would die for either of them. I hope we see Good Boy again. And that the show introduces Bolivar, donald’s dog at some point. Or even his ostrich hortense. I just want the duck to have a pet dammit. 

Point is their happy here and while Penny wants to go back to the old routine of them all on the moon and her saving them.. their fine if she wants to go home but.. their staying here. And it’s easy to see WHY they want to: The moon was harsh, filled with monsters and much like us humans right now with earth, they only stayed in their clusterfuck of a home world because they had no way out. It’s probably why Lunaris sold hte invasion so easily: With his pitch they were just taking a nicer world from a bunch of mean asssholes who refused to share it and whose sole representative had seemingly betrayed them. Without any reason to hate the earthlings and, outside of once incident later in the episode, the earthlings accepting them with open arms and forgiveness, why wouldn’t they stay on a nice, sunny world, in a large city willing to house them and give them jobs, with delicious foods and all sorts of fun shit to distract you from the bad parts of living here that the moon lacked. 

Penny’s issue is while THEIR lives were miserable.. her’s wasn’t. She was a hero, a super hero really.. I mean she’s dressed like a kree sentry, she protects the helpless and she’s a fearless warrior whose now a fish out of water on a world she never could’ve expected but grows to love. Martian Manhunter, Captain Marvel, the Mar Vell one, Warlock, Adam Warlock and yes their separate characters, Supergirl, not superman because while he is an alien he grew up here.. all aliens who immigrated here and grew to love and protect it and see it as their home. Penny just hasn’t got to the “love and protect it” part yet and while the rest of her people have new purpose, new homes and new lives and still meet once a week to party she finds herself, theri greatest champion an outsider, desperately wanting her old life back but not accepting it’s gone. She can go home but she’d be the one person on a desolate moon clinging to the past.  Penny here honestly reminds me of jasper in steven unvierse future: Both are old soldiers who find their empire gone, their entire way of life uprooted and have no way to cope and desperately hoping things will collapse back to THEIR normal, not realizing the new one isn’t going anywhere and is better for their people. They need to move on but their too proud and too scared to try. 

However Penny refuses to admit defeat to her people and that she can’t have “earth fun”, and left with no other choices, decides to take the kids up on their offer after all. To explain that we quickly wrap to the top of the episode, where Webby, bored and having trouble finding anyone, finds Penny and after Penny dosen’t want to hang out finds Dewey and Louie. I assume since their absent this episode, Huey is introducing Violet to Gyro, Fenton and Boyd, Beakly is buying groceries, Donald is courting Daisy and Scrooge.. is trying to get fethry’s hands, feet and head out of pickle jars because he thought they’d preserve him and Donald is busy for once so he’s the only one left to do it.  Louie and Dewey plan on just laying around and biinging old ottoman empires, I can relate, but the news gives them a better option. A GLOMGOLD OPTION. Oh me mow how i’ve missed this big beautiful man. Seriously Glomgold is easily one of the best parts of the reboot and Keith Fergeuson brings an utterly delightful manic glee to the guy any time he shows up to eat the scenery whole. While I get holding back on him since he had an arc last season, it’s still nice to have him back in all his hammy glory.  And naturally being glomgold he has a scheme going: After gifting a rolelrcoaster previously, over water and with sharks because his brand’s nothing if not consistent, he’s now offering the flintferris glomwheel, which is shoddy, dangerous, secretly a plot to kill scrooge, and is very likely to kill a child.. so in other words it’s Glomgold himself roleld into a ferris wheel. Dewey is psyched to go because he let another kid go first for Glomgold’s last PR Stunt/Nightmare and that kid got all the glory and as such is now Dewey’s new nemisis. So after asking his mom “If we can go ride a death wheel so I can get famous’, which of course Della says yes to, our heroes end up taking Penny along.  Launchpad drives and gets his subplot for the episode, being awkard around Penny because the date went bad and not sure if this makes then enimies and avoiding her. He tries going to dewey for help, and while Dewey is out of his element, he does actually give good advice to just talk to her.. Launchpad just takes it while he’s driving because it’s launchpad. Thankfully webby can drive. He spends the rest of hte episode getting into shenanigans before, after helping her with the climax, phrasing, being honest and apologizing. And i’m also covering the plot to get her answer out of the way now: Penny admits he’s fine, thery can be fight buds, he’s a good warrior sh’es just “Not interested in an earth..male” her exact words. 

I mean.. there’s no real subtly here. Even if she’s not into Della, which all evidence suggests is the case, Penumbra is CLEARLY into women. I mean Frank is basically saying as loudly as his mousey overlords will allow “SHE’S GAY FOR DELLA”. Wether this goes anywhere, I dunno. While Lumity started ramping up this year, that property’s not based on Disney’s classic canon and STILL had to fight tooth and claw to make Luz bisexual and her love intrested a girl. Disney won’t even let this show use Mickey and almost didn’t let them use the rescue rangers, the odds are against them.. but I also never thoguht we’d see violet’s gay dads on screen, or so many previously  comics only characters, so frank’s said screw the impossible before. Now probably is no different. 

Back to the main plot, and to the return of Glomgold whose great as ever. Glomgold made the moonlanders and some of duckberg think he was soley responsible for saving the world.. how many people besides the non-penny moonlanders think he actually did it is up for debate but he DID genuinely help save the world. Also his scheme to get his company back somehow WORKED despite not being legally binding, as he’s now back in his tower, back to scheming and has an actual assitant instead of a professional career woman he treats like one in a bit that didn’t age all that well even a year later.  Gibious is now Glomgold’s sidekick and in a nice contrast to Owlson instead of being fed up with his crap Gibious, buying into Glomgold’s own ego, lavishes praise on his new boss, treats him like the god he thinks he is, and is genuinely sweet and helpful. It’s a nice dynamic giving Glomgold someone who ACTUALLY and genuinely likes him as a person and wants him to suceed and trusts in his insane schemes and leads to some great bits like Gib genuinely calling the safety inspector when Glomgold makes an airquotes remark about it and at the end Glomgold admitting “I can’t stay mad at you” to his new lackey/Best friend. Frankly Glomgold needed a 21 to his Monarch, and i’ts a delight to see it and Paulson and Ferguson have real chemistry.  Meanwhile in the A-Plot, Webby tries to get Penny to enjoy earth, first with a street performer she tosses in the water ,as you should, then with a shooting range which ends with her massacering a clownhead to the children minus webby’s horror and tears. We were one more frame away from this really. 

Also we get the ducks feeding.. ducks, a gag Frank’s apparently wanted to do for three seasons now, and with Penny being as confused as the audeince. but non of this, including roller skates really works.  So while Dewey goes off to get in line to one up his rival, Webby gets honest with Penny about why she’s so invested and this episode goes from good.. to truly fantastic. While webby fangirling over a mighty and gay space warrior makes sense, there’s a personal reason she wants to help here that really tugs at the heart strings: Webby was like her once. Like Penny she spent her whole life honing herself into a weapon, sealed in her own tiny world, For Penny it was her moon village for Webby it was the mansion. And being thrust out into it was .. frightening. We saw webby struggle to adjust in “Daytrip of Doom!” and part of her wanted to plunge back into the mansion and her saftey net at times. But she didn’t.. with the help of her family, and her friends, she found out just how wonderful the world is and how as scary as the world is.. it opened up new parts of her. Duckberg webby was just as great as mansion webby if not better. So Webby wants to do the same for penny and what really clinches the scene is how she does it: a Hamburger, the symbol from the pilot of what webby was deprived of all her life, given to a new friend as a symbol of what the world offers. And it works at first, even without cheese. But then Penny gets a brain freeze, and Glomgold, needing a distraction from the saftey inspector rames her as going beserk because he’s an asshat in every other way let’s add racisim to it. 

A chase insues, Penny’s determined to flee.. but she gets a second wind when Dewey, who rushed in to get the first ride and webby get trapped. Sadly dewey’s new enemy gets all the attention, and as we find out is aware he one upped Dewey and brags over it, but Penny has now gone from fish out of water to shark on the hunt, and with Launchpad’s help to get past Glom and Gib, and the roller skates from earlier finally has some earth fun by skating into the air, climbing the Ferris wheel and saving the kids. Penny FINALLY found something she likes about earth; That she can Still protect people, including her people and do what she loved there and the danger here is WAY more intresting.. I mean on hte moon itw as just the usual monsters she was used to. Here she had to rocket into the air, and climb an megalomainics cannon armed ferris wheel to save two adorable children. In short she’s become a super hero and like those I mentioned, has grown to care about earth. So basically this is like captain marvel was an episode of Steven Universe. I likes it. But it’s a nice character arc, as Penny realizes the outside world, and her new friends/future stepchildren, have b eauty and worth. And she will protect their kind, she will protect them. I mean duckberg already has about 4 other superheroes if you count lena, which with that outfit last time I dooo, but frankly with how much disaster it faces on a daily basis, and how much Fenton needed a goddamn break, and with Darkwing leaving for st canard soon, they could probably use her. 

So the day is saved, Glomgold is buired in fines but has a new minon, Dewey is dewfeated and Penny is happy again. We end on Penny recounting everything to Gibious and wife, and Good Boy obviously, along with Della who casually admits she really shoduln’t of let her child go but sooths him anyway over his loss. Penny is happy and deciding to stay, and her and her new best buddy laucnhpad are going to go tear the ship apart with her carrying della along. I swear when they finally do do it she’s just going to.. carry a willing della to her bedroom and throw her down on that thing.. everything after is up to you Id ont’ write porn here. Nothing wrong with it just not my bidness. So with a hopeful new future and a neat t-shirt, Penny finally finds her place in the world. 

Final Thoughts: A very good, very gay episode that’s just as good as last weeks and gives penumbra a hell of a character arc, while also being an utterly hilaroius episode, from penumbra’s destruction, to glomgold’s hilarious as always antics to dewey’s attention whoring reaching self endagering heights of stupidity and ego, this was a great one and keeps up Season 3′s quality streak. While the plot progression may be slow for now, everything else is at an alltime goddamn high. 

Next week, it’s the HALLOWEEN EPISODE BITCHES. Nuff Said. Until then you can check my blog for more reviews, as we have some halloween stuff coming up. Sadly with Loud House going silent, it seems this is our only weekly coverage but expect more reviews of various shows, and some very spooky ooky ones coming very soon including some brucie bonus episodes and until we meet again, go team venture! Play us out glomgold....

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Merry Christmas, @otpsfloat!

Hello dear @otpsfloat! I really hope you’re going to like this story, and I also hope I didn’t add too much fluff ;)

Summary: Derek is forced to go to a mini gold speed dating, but when he meets Stiles there, he isn’t really sure if he should rather thank his sisters for this amazing idea.

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The Official Beacon Hills Rainbow Mini Golf Date Night.

Not for the first time, and certainly not for the last, Derek Hale hated living with his sisters. He had been sulking for a while, unhappy with college, with life, with everything.

Of course, Laura and Cora, the banes of his very existence - together with their mother Talia, of all people! - had attributed it to him not getting laid enough. (Or, in the case of his parents: of him not having someone to love, to cherish and to bond closely with!)

Thus Laura pulled some strings, added a lot of pressuring, and a near-blackmail in the form of “if you do this, you’re off the hook for an entire year!”, and here he was: At the Official Beacon Hills Rainbow Mini golf Date Night.

He already hated the colourful design of the rooms, the glaringly offensive brightness of everything assaulting his eyes. There were several courses of eighteen holes each, and a group of male and female visitors, all milling about and having a drink.

Derek cringed internally as he headed towards the cash register. He’d looked it up, before; Everyone would take a coloured golf ball out of a huge tub with their eyes closed, and would complete an entire course with whoever had the equivalent of their colour. The only thing they could choose in advance was the gender of their ‘dating partner’.

Derek hadn’t hesitated in signing himself up for men only.

There were a lot of people standing around. Some seemed shy, others were already trying to pair up. There were others, similar to him, who looked like they wanted to be anywhere else but here.

Derek was the last to grab for the ball, and the organisers were already beginning to pair the people up, smiling like this was the best thing of the entire world. And for some it seemingly was, judging from their happy expressions, but for him it was only something he had agreed to to get his family off his back for a year. He really didn’t get their complaints anyway, what was so bad with being single?

Derek toyed with the plastic ball, looking around idly. He wondered about getting a drink to loosen up, but knowing that it wouldn’t work (and assuming that they didn’t have anything stronger for werewolf customers) he decided not to. An attendee headed towards him, and he displayed the abysmal pink ball in his hands. She smiled, leading him on.

And then he saw his partner for the speed dating. He held his own pink ball, wearing a shirt with a cute fox on it, grinning sarcastically, Jeans, pretty worn converse and a checked shirt wrapped around his waist. He had moles everywhere, brown eyes and hair that stood up and didn’t look like it had been combed in a while.

“Great! Now that everyone is paired up, let me explain the rules again! We have three courses here, and you complete one with your current partner. If you want to get to know them better, you can take some extra 15 minutes at the Bar. If you want to continue, you wait here until all are done, and pick another ball. But let’s hope your current partner got the balls to sweep you off your feet, right?”, she announced with a loud laugh.

Derek blinked, slowly, and then made his way over to his partner for the night. He had to admit it - the boy was pretty cute. A somewhat upturned nose, awake, honey-coloured eyes, and a grin that matched the relaxed posture he had. But for some reason he looked awfully familiar to the werewolf - and not quite legal. “Hey,” he said, approaching the young man directly. “How’s it going?”

“Hey!”, he let out in an almost squeak, as his eyes ranked over Derek’s body. He smelled excited, hopeful and somewhat happy. “I am Stiles! You probably remember me from the one running in to you and throwing all his books down the staircase in college!”

Derek’s eyes widened at that. Christ, he remembered. “Damn, that was you,” he blurted out. “You nearly broke my neck. And your own, too, when you almost flung yourself down the stairs to save the books,” he added with a somewhat devious grin. “Out to meet new people?”

“Oh yeah!” He chuckled at that, wiggling his eyebrows. “Kinda. Actually… to be really honest…” he whispered and leaned in. “I lost a bet.”

Derek’s brows shot up. “Be glad you don’t have obnoxious sisters you think you need to get laid,” he replied, voice nothing but a quiet growl in Stiles’ ears. He didn’t miss the shiver that ran through the boy.

“Hah… so we both aren’t here on our own volition?” he asked, tilting his head. “But hey! It’s mini golf! Let’s make the best of it and have the game of our lifes!”

“You’d love mini golf,” Derek replied with a grumble. They both took their (ridiculously small!) clubs, heading to one of the courses. Being intimidating by nature meant people let Derek go first, and he smirked at that, walking past the people with Stiles at his side.

Stiles, who didn’t mind this at all. He smelled so ridiculously happy that it was almost overpowering everything else in the room. “Soooo… what should I call you?“

Oh, right. He’d never introduced himself.

"I’m Derek. Derek Hale,” he added, knowing that most people were at least remotely aware of his… unconventional family at the edge of town. And his werewolf blood, too.

“Derek…” Stiles repeated, almost purring. “Then show me how you treat these balls!”

“Oh, you’re an expert for balls, then?” Derek drawled. He dropped his own ball to the ground, putting it in position with his foot and eyeing the hole. Jesus, he sucked at mini golf. No werewolf senses would fix that. He flicked the golf club, shooting the ball towards its aim.

Stiles let out a laugh. Derek’s ball was way off. “Good shot, Der!” he said, placing his own ball down. He licked his lips, glanced towards the hole, and then hit it.

“Come on,” Derek growled, watching Stiles hit a hole in one. “You’re actually good at mini golf? What kind of nerd are you?”

“Wohooooo!” He let out a cheer and jumped up, grinning at the werewolf. “I am kinda good? Not greatly good, but… yeah! But I promise I didn’t use any magic…” he added as he wiggled his fingers. “And I am a nerd by association! And… yeah. But really, you’re giving up that easily?”

“Oh, I haven’t even started,” Derek said with a low rumble, and his the hole with the next shot as well. He didn’t comment on the magic statement, after all he wasn’t the only supernatural creature here. The one in the corner looked like he could be a Kanima, and he was sure that one of the organisers was a werewolf as well. And magic per se wasn’t that rare, it all depended on what kind of magic… and that was something he could find out later, once he decided that he was interested in getting to know this one further. If he would do it. “Keep going. You start this time, Mister Nerd by association.”

“Uuuuh! Call me Stiles, Sourwolf!” he shot back, a wide grin on his face. He hopped further, placed his ball in front of him again, and this time wiggled with his back. Was he trying to wiggle every single part of his body this evening?

Sourwolf? Derek chuckled against his better judgement, reaching out with the club and patting Stiles’ backside with it. “Wiggling for the audience?”

“Maybe I’m wiggling for you?”, he offered with a wink and then played the ball. But this time it went into the hole, jumped out of it and rolled down. “Maaaan!”

"Not quite as lucky all the time?” Derek whispered into his ear, walking past him. This time he was more effective than Stiles - he just needed two hits, the other three.

“So! As this is a date or something… we should talk, right?” he began, heading to the next area. “Okay. We know our names. Then… what else does one talk about during dates?”

“I’d ask what you’re doing, but I know that already,” Derek said smugly. “College, Criminal Science. Right?”

“Yes. And you?” He looked at him. “I only saw your abs to be honest… oh, and Cora, but she’s rude and kinda scary.”

“She is. Don’t tell her I said that, she’d eat my eyeballs.” He shrugged. “Architecture and art,” Derek said, putting another ball. “One because it was sensible, one because I wanted to.”

“Nice!” He nodded, watching him playing. “And you’re a werewolf. My best friend is one, bitten.”

“And you’re not scared?” This was a surprise; most people were. Derek motioned for him to shoot. “That’s rare.”

“Well… when he tried to kill me, yeah… back then I was. Scared shitless actually…” he murmured, a frown on his face. “…but I did my best. I tried to teach him as much as I could, without an Alpha for him around. He was bitten by a rogue Alpha, which I think… your family took out a bit later, if I remember correctly? You maybe know him? Scott McCall? He works at Deaton’s. He’s also helping me with my magic a bit, not as much as I’d like to, but that’s Deaton…”

“Yeah, actually. Heard his name before. Deaton’s my mother’s Emissary.” Derek said with a nod. “And well, in Scott’s defense, you look like a snack,” he added deadpan.

Stiles looked at him, as if to ask if he was serious, but then his lips spread into a grin. “If I’m a snack, then you’re the full meal.”

“Smooth,” the werewolf said with a quiet laugh. He nodded, motioning for him to go ahead. They kept talking, an easy back and forth between them.

It was really nice and also felt natural. Stiles’ happiness didn’t let up even one second, and he was a good challenge when it came to mini golf. He laughed when they just finished half the course with both of them needing three shots for it. “So, how do you like this date so far?”

“It’s pretty good,” Derek said with a low rumble in his voice. It was true; he enjoyed himself. “Much better than any of the others I went on, for sure…”

“That’s great!” Stiles blurted out, the tips of his ears turning red as he brightly smiled at him. “I am… actually quite excited. I mean… yeah, I just lost a bet, but… you are amazing….”

Amazing? Derek ducked his head a little at the surprising praise, then smiled over at Stiles. “So you don’t mind being set up like this, for once?”

“Wow… your smile is breatha-”, he began, then cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair. “I totally don’t mind. I didn’t expect much apart from a nice mini gold match, but… I get to know you and that’s wow.”

“Hmm. I agree,” Derek said, pitching the next ball. At this point neither of them was really focused on the game, and Derek felt comfortably… warm. Maybe this was a decent idea. The boy seemed to be fun… and he really didn’t mind hanging out with him.

Stiles walked to the next area, placing the ball down before he stretched and glanced at the werewolf. “So. May I ask why someone like you is single?”

“I’m a horrible people person, in case you hadn’t noticed,” Derek said drily, watching Stiles hit another hole. “Besides, I had some… bad experiences in the past.”

“I think you’re very compatible with me, though!” he shot back with a big grin. “And hey. No time like the present, right?”

Derek was suddenly directly behind Stiles as he got ready to hit his next ball. He whispered. “Hmm. Do you want to say you see us both as highly compatible in a … mating sense?” The werewolf watched with great pleasure as the ball went awry.

He could scent Stiles’ nervousness and at the same time there was something else, making it clear that he liked this very much. “Well… if this big ass werewolf likes a scrawny human…?” he whispered back. Stiles definitely tried to hide how nervous he was, but he couldn’t mask his scent, at least not to Derek’s nose. He picked up all the subtle changes, how he was interested, how much he liked it. But he also realised that he really liked Stiles’ overall scent. It was nice, calming, grounding in a way…

“Oh, I wouldn’t call you scrawny. Maybe wiry. Definitely… flexible,” Derek added with a smirk. Then he stepped away, dropping his own golf ball, and continued playing.

“Oh that’s mean! You totally did this on purpose to be better than I am! Oooooh, you just wait!” He grinned and then put the next ball into the hole in one. “Uuuuh yeah! You just watch me!”

“I am watching,” Derek said - and it was true. He was watching Stiles, and the boy was pretty damn good looking. Which didn’t mean he’d let him win.

“Well, I gotta say, Derek Hale… I am interested in getting to know you more…” he murmured as he waited for the werewolf to play.

“Is that the only thing you’re interested in?” Derek asked, feigning innocence. But he kept playing expertly.

“You? Heck no!” he answered with a chuckle, watching him miss the hole. “I play Lacrosse. I help my Dad with solving crimes. I help Scott with everything werewolf related. I read a lot. I play video games. I also learn how to manipulate mountain ash, and some spells and how to feel the land around you. And… well, I live with my Dad, who’s the Sheriff, to give you some more information about me.”

“Hmm,” Derek said with a nod. That wasn’t what he had wanted to imply, but it was just as well. Information for information. “I’m a werewolf in college. I live with my family and am a beta to my mother’s leadership. I don’t plan on starting my own pack in the next few years. I have obnoxious sisters, I probably read even more than you, I suck at operating a computer. Sometimes I volunteer in the city centre. And I drive a Camaro.”

“A Camaro?” At that Stiles looked up, almost whistling. “Nice one. I got a Jeep and its name is Roscoe. Eh… Scott’s my best friend. Lydia, the woman I had a crush on for a long time is a Banshee and is together with Jackson, a Kanima. I also know Isaac who really wants to be a werewolf. I never had a relationship ever before, never dated…. so… I’m a virgin in every sense!”

“I see,” Derek nodded. “I’m… not. I tried dating women, but truth be told, it sucked. So I ended up here, and met you, and… I don’t think that’s so bad,” he added with a small smirk.

“Oh man, I’m sorry…” he said with a frown as he walked to the next area. “Soooo… do you want to spend a bit more time after this ball kicking?”

“Absolutely,” Derek agreed quietly. He smiled, and Stiles felt his knees wobble a little at that. “Maybe have a drink after I beat you, huh??”

“Beat me?” He laughed as he had a look at the score chard. “Actually, dear Mister Hale… this is the last area and I am in the lead right now.”

“…” Derek looked up. Shit, when had that happened? There was no way he could win. Derek growled, pitching the last ball in. “Alright. Drink on me then, I guess.”

“Yeah!” Stiles thrust up an arm, noted down Derek’s points and then followed him over to where the organisers were waiting. “We hope you had fun? Have you decided?” the woman from before asked with a smile.

“Decided?” Derek said. He found himself reaching out, curling his arm around Stiles shoulders. Drawing him close against his chest. “We’d like that drink now.”

This totally made Stiles blush, but he agreed with a very firm nod. “Very well. Then please proceed and pick a seat. You get 15 more minutes.”

“Thank you,” Derek said, politely, and led Stiles away with him. Only then did he turn his head. “Is this okay?”

“Totally okay!” he answered, chuckling. “I mean I heard werewolves are kinda territorial, but you’re starting it really early.”

“Tell me if it bothers you,” Derek hummed, leading him to a table. Then they sat down together. “Drinks on me, then. In exchange for your number, if you are game…”

“And you are straight forward!” Stiles added with a laugh. But he nodded and showed Derek his number, then saved the other’s number under 'Sourwolf’. “And… don’t worry. I am really honest and will not hold back just to be nice.”

“That’s good,” Derek said, and left it at that. He wanted to say so much more; how he hated it if people lied to him or kept their opinions. But maybe that was too much for a first date, so he remained quiet. They both looked at the menu, and Derek raised a brow. “Those cocktail names are borderline pornographic.”

“Yeah, right?” He chuckled and then lowered the menu. “Come on, we just got 15 minutes. Let’s focus on each other!” he murmured and leaned forward.

“So….. Han Solo or Luke Skywalker?”

“Han Solo. Rebels or Empire?” Derek shot back, leaning back a little. This was promising.

Stiles’ eyes lit up and his mouth fell open. “Oh my god! You are perfect! Star Wars! You watched Star Wars?!”

“Of course I did. But I prefer the old trilogy,” Derek added with a smirk. “Answer my question.”

“Ah, ah yeah! Rebels of course! I mean, they got the X-Wing and they’re fighting for the freedom of the universe!”

“Very good choice,” Derek purred. Yeah, he liked this boy. “Favourite Horror movie?”

“Oh, that’s… difficult…!” He leaned back, and began to nibble on his lower lip. “So… I guess… I haven’t watched a lot of full horror movies. But IT is good… and Freeze.”

“Oh, Freeze. Nice choice. Okay, your turn.” They both ordered a drink, barely paying attention to the waitress.

“Okay… now, let’s be more creative now. Favourite song when you’re angry?”

“How angry are we talking?” Derek replied with a raised brow. “Casual level of 'I hate my sisters’? Probably Destroya, by My Chemical Romance. Really angry? Something like Sentenced, if you ever heard of them.” He shrugged. “Favourite band when you were a kid?”

“Hmmm….” His eyes were on Derek and the smile from his lips never disappeared. “I guess Linkin Park and … Blink 182? Soooo, Der. What’s your guilty pleasure?”

“Chocolate chip cookie dough. No, don’t look at me like that. I love that stuff.” He made a face. “Doesn’t really match my habit of doing a shitload of workouts, though, so it remains a very guilty pleasure.” Derek considered for a moment. Then he leaned forward. “How about… the dirtiest fantasy you had today.”

“To…day?” He huffed, then rubbed his nose carefully. “….well…. actually quite tame. Just about kissing.”

Derek smiled. He didn’t hear a lie, so he nodded gently, motioning for Stiles to go on.

“Honestly! That was all! But now that you mentioned it… what about you and your fantasies?”

“Well, I probably thought about a certain person’s backside when they were bending down to retrieve a golf ball,” Derek said, looking at Stiles pointedly. He saw no reason in lying.

He laughed at that, and then winked at him. “Okay… You can thank your sisters for forcing you to get here! Because I want to meet you again for sure!”

“Oh yeah, I second that notion.” Derek nodded with a smile, and they finished their drinks. The fifteen minutes were almost over already.

“Good. Then we can text and… agree on another time and place for some more Stiles-Derek time? And I meant that in a totally innocent way, like getting to know each other more…”, he asked, standing up with a smile just as the woman approached them.

Derek nodded. They took a step aside, and then, before they parted ways near the door… Derek wrapped him up in a tight, long hug. And damn, did that feel good. His inner wolf was pleased.

“Hey, cuddlewolf…” he smiled and hugged back. “You smell really nice.”

They stood like this for a long moment, and it felt wonderful. Derek rubbed his head at the side of Stiles’ cheek, grumbling softly. Marking him.

And he didn’t mind it at all. “Scott will ask all the questions later, dude.”

“I don’t care,” Derek muttered. They finally let go of one another, and headed for the door. “I’m glad I went here tonight.”

“I’m damn happy I lost this bet!” Stiles let out with a laugh, walking alongside Derek, slowly heading back to the carpark. “I’ll text you once I’m back?”

“Definitely,” Derek said. His voice sounded almost breathy. They got into their respective cars after another brief, but warming embrace. They didn’t kiss; after all it was just a first date. But Derek felt…. good.

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The drive home was uneventful for him. Derek parked the Camaro, took his phone, and then entered the house as silent as possible… knowing full well that his family would be waiting for him inside. They’d never go to sleep without needling him first.

And this time it was even worse. As soon as he closed the door behind him, he spotted Laura’s face, looking at her with expectant eyes. “Sooooooo?”

“God, you don’t even let me get inside?” Derek groaned. He could see Cora perching on a table, grinning widely. “At least get me a drink and say hi,” the werewolf demanded with a playful growl.

“Sure, sure. Get a drink. We’re in the living room. Waiting.” She winked at him and then disappeared into the room next door.

Derek bit back a groan, knowing that they’d all hear it. He padded into the kitchen, got himself a coke, and then strode into the living room, to the waiting faces of his sisters. “It went well,” he finally said, looking at both of them. “I met a nice guy. Got his number. Might see him again. And no, I am not giving you his name.”

“OH my god?! YES?” Laura’s face exploded in a smile and she leaned forward. “Tell us more!”

“There’s…. not much more. He’s nice, so far. Doesn’t mind me being a werewolf. I’ve seen him before.” Derek shrugged. His fingers were toying with his phone. “I like him.”

“You do?” Her smile grew as his mobile vibrated. And indeed it was a message from Stiles, stating 'Hey, Sourwolf. Just wanted to tell you that I reached home safe and sound’

“Tell us about him, come on!”

“Just a moment,” Derek said, sounding - to his own surprise - a little defensive. He typed a quick answer. “Am home too. My sisters are already planning a wedding I guess. Sorry bout that.” Then he turned back to them. “He’s… cute. A little younger than me. Goes to college, too.”

'Haha, I’m not wearing a dress!’ Stiles answered back in record time and with lots of smileys.

Laura’s smile grew even wider. “So… this was a good idea.”

“Better than your other ideas,” Derek replied smugly. Cora chuckled. “So, when are you going to bring him home, huh?”

“Not…. yet. But I guess I wanna see him again.”

“You guess?” Laura leaned back, looking at Cora with a grin. “You exchanged numbers obviously. And you seem to like him.”

“Urgh, fine. I do want to see him again. Preferably soon. And now I am going to bed. Good night you two!” He took the drink and his phone along, ignoring the protests of his sisters and their announcement to call their parents to tell them all about this. Derek headed towards his bedroom, already typing a reply. ‘Might look good on you tho. ;) I got off the hook, going to bed now. And you?’

'I’m already in bed. Going to sleep real soon and dream of how I beat you’ Derek could almost hear Stiles’ voice through the text. It was casual, and actually really easy…

'Aw, relish in your victory, until I get my revenge. How about something more physical? Basketball?’ He took off his shirt, tossing it aside on the bed together with his pants, before climbing inside.

'I told you I’m playing Lacrosse, right?’ Stiles answered with a grinning smiley. 'But we could also try something else. As you seem to like small balls. Pool?’

I probably like your balls, Derek thought idly to himself. He read the message again. 'Sounds good to me. Know a nice place?’

'Hmmm…. not really, but I know friends who do. Or we could go bowling if you like it bigger?’

Bowling? That usually included more people. 'What if I prefer to have you to myself?’ he sent back, reclining on his bed.

'Then I would suggest driving out into the preserve in my Jeep and choose a spot where we can see the city and have a picnic there?’

Now that? That sounded nice. Derek wasn’t really one for big crowds, although he could understand the security of them - especially for humans. 'You don’t think the big bad wolf is going to eat you up?’

'Then I will just have to wear my red hoodie…. ’, Stiles texted back with a wink. 'But hey, if you are okay with Lacrosse - we have a game next week.’

'You playing?’ He hadn’t watched Lacrosse games before, always considered them somewhat boring. But with Stiles playing that could certainly change. “When?’

'Friday evening.’ Stiles then texted the time back.

'I’ll be there. You have some celebration with the team after? Or do you want to grab a drink?’

'That very much depends on if we win. But if we do, I should probably celebrate with them! ’

'Definitely,’ Derek agreed. He got under the covers, realizing how nice it was to lie here and just… text. He’d never done it before, not like this. 'What’s your position?”

'Come and see, curious wolf…’ Stiles texted back. 'But at least I’m a regular now. In High School I was on the bench so often.’

'Alright, alright, enough questions for one night. Looking forward to seeing you play on the field’, Derek wrote. And he meant it. He wanted to see Stiles out there.

'Then come! But first we should have another… date?’

'Absolutely. And I love the idea with the woods. But maybe safe that for a later date where you feel more comfortable being alone with me. Awoo,’ he added, with a winking smiley. 'Back to ball games, I’d say. You and me.’

'Oooooh yeah! Let’s talk more tomorrow, I should really sleep.’

'Me too.’ Derek looked at his phone. No, actually smiled. He felt warm. 'I had a really good day. Sleep well, Stiles.’

‘Nighty Night! This was the best day ever and I’m so looking forward to seeing you again.’

‘Trust me. I for once could kiss my family for this idea.’

‘Better keep your kisses for me, big guy!’

‘Should I kiss you next time we meet?’

‘If you won’t, then I will!’

Derek laughed softly. ‘I will. I will kiss you. I want to kiss you.’

‘Tomorrow? Dinner?’

‘Sounds good.’ In fact, it sounded amazing.

‘I’ll text ya where and when tomorrow! Gotta sleep now, Dad’s complaining! NIGHT!’

‘Good Night, Stiles’

[redrebecca]

Get It Yourself

When your regular movie night with your friends takes an unexpected turn because your friend Shawn misses his ride home.

Warning(s): I don’t think there are any?

A/N: Apparently my brother can play the Fur Elise thing on the piano so i’m currently adapting to being the least talented sibling and i don’t really like it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, feedback is always appreciated. Have a nice day!

Words: 2.6k

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“Bye!” You shouted as the boys clambered into their cars. They all waved back as they started buckling up their seat belts. You were going to stand and wait for them all to drive off before heading back inside but you had greatly underestimated just how cold the wind was. Shivering, you wrapped your arms around yourself and closed the door behind you, trudging towards the living room and groaning when you saw just how much mess there was. Sure, you loved having the team over for pizza, movies and a few video games, but the aftermath always made you question why you even let them step anywhere near your property in the first place.

You grabbed a bin bag from your kitchen and got to work, scrunching your face up slightly as you picked up the pizza box that was soaked in grease. You were just about to start collecting all of Brian’s beer bottles off the floor when you heard the bathroom door swing open. You spun around with wide eyes, relaxing when you saw that it was Shawn.

“Scared you eh?” He joked, an airy chuckle leaving his lips as he moved further into the room, closer to you.

You huffed, sending him a half-hearted glare, which didn’t work very well as a small smile broke out on your face, only widening the smirk on Shawn’s face. “No, I just thought you’d left with the others.” He nodded slightly, as he scanned the room, taking in the bomb-site that was currently your apartment.

“Oh,” You said, bringing his attention back to where you were stood, an empty coffee mug in one hand and the half full black bag grasped firmly with the other, “How are you getting home? You came with Geoff right?” His hazel eyes widened, almost comically as he began fumbling with his jean pocket for his phone.

“What are you doing?” You asked with a chuckle.

“I’m gonna ring Geoff, tell him to turn around and pick me up.” He murmured already scrolling through his contact list to try and find the number he needed.

For a moment you were going to let him, which was before you remembered how Geoff had been complaining about how exhausted he was as you two sat and watched the others play a match of FIFA. You knew that having to drive Shawn home as well as Brian and Teddy was not going to help how tired he was.

Walking forward, you plucked the phone out of his hands and placed it on the coffee table next to yours.

“Hey! What are you doing?” He exclaimed, confusion lacing his voice.

“Don’t worry, you can stay over here.” At his surprised expression you began to explain. “I’ve got the pair of joggers and the t-shirt that I forgot to give you back after I did your washing, and I’ve got a spare toothbrush in the bathroom that you can use.” You assured him.

“Are you sure?” He raised an eyebrow. “I can just get him to come and pick me up.” He said, shuffling forward on the couch and reaching out for his phone again. You stopped him by grabbing his arm. “Shawn you’re staying.” He sighed, sending a muffled “Thanks.” before he returned to his original position of being slumped against the back of the couch.

“But,” You added, looking around at your cluttered living room “You have to help me clean-up.”  

He scoffed at that, grabbing the TV remote and scrolling through the channels. “Na-uh, not happening honey.” He emphasized what he said with an adamant shake of his head. You hated that you blushed slightly at the nickname that fell too easily from his lips.

You sighed in defeat, knowing how much of a stubborn child he could be “I’ll make you pancakes for breakfast.” You muttered. Now this got his attention, his eyes met yours and you could almost see his thought process - a result of his lack of poker face.

“With whipped cream and strawberries.” You added, knowing that he had never, ever turned that offer down in all the years you’d known him.

Instantly, his eyes widened and he practically leaped off the couch. Snatching the bin bag out of your hand he started chucking pieces of rubbish and half eaten pizza slices into it. 

You joined him, the two of you working together to get your room back to the state it was before the boys had come.

However it hadn’t taken long before you were holding the bag open from one corner of the room with Shawn stood on the opposite side trying to throw random pieces of litter in. When he eventually did get one in, the two of you did a ridiculous celebratory dance, both laughing your heads off as you ran and hugged each other. Your laughter died down after a few minutes and the two of you stood in the middle of nearly clean sitting room, arms still wrapped around each other, his warm breath on your neck, relaxing you as you rested your cheek against his chest.

It wasn’t long until the piece was disturbed. On the coffee table, your phone buzzed, the sudden noise made the two of you flinch and pull away from each other. You were going to ignore it but before you could tug Shawn back in for another one of his comforting hugs, he was releasing you from his hold and moving towards the bench to pick up your phone. After being best friends for years you had no qualms about letting him read your notifications, it happened many times especially when you were driving and you’d tell him to type your reply. His eyebrows furrowed and a few lines appeared on his forehead. “Who’s David?” he inquired, his eyes scanning the notification before they stopped on something which he stared at in disbelief, a mix between a sigh and a groan left his lips “And why are you on tinder, you promised you’d never join a dating app. Do you realise how dangerous they can be? There was a news story the other day ab-”.

You stepped forward and clamped your hand over his mouth to stop his concerned rambling. You appreciated his protectiveness but it normally annoyed you. “Yeah well when I said I wouldn’t it was because I didn’t really want a boyfriend but now…” You sighed, trying to find the right words “I just don’t want to be alone anymore, I just want someone who I can share my life with.”

You looked up and met his understanding eyes, they searched yours for a second before you felt him lick the palm of your hand. You squealed, pulling your wet hand away from his mouth. “Shawn!” You explained, disbelief coating your words at the fact that he had just licked your hand. He did nothing but grin down at you.

“Give me back my phone.” You huffed, sticking out your hand that didn’t have Shawn’s saliva on it.

“Why? Oh so you can text David.” He mocked, doing a horrible impersonation of your voice. You kept your hand held out and your gaze firm.

“Give. It.” You demanded slowly. His grin widened and you could tell he was trying not to laugh, because to him, your intimidation tactics never worked - the whole height and muscle difference between the two of you made it very hard for him to be scared of you. It was something he loved and something you absolutely loathed. He dramatically shook his head, the universal sign for ‘no’.

“If you want it, get it yourself.”

Hoping to catch him off guard, you lunged for your phone. Only for him to hold it up high above his head.

It was times like this that you really hated his height. Knowing that you would never be able to reach your phone, you extended your arm up to his face and wiped the drool from your hand onto his rosy cheeks. His face scrunched up but he didn’t move his arm any closer to you. You took a step back and crossed your arms over your chest. You clenched your jaw when his smile grew even wider, his eyes still looking forward and not at you.

Oh so he was enjoying this? Your next plan of action was to poke his stomach, hoping that he would bend over which would make your phone more accessible. But no, instead he chuckled and replied smugly, “If you wanted to feel my abs you could’ve just asked.”.

So you tried tickling his sides, to which he only replied with “Not gonna work sweetheart.”. After you had exhausted every method you could think of - you had even pushed your dignity aside and jumped - you stepped back and sighed. You groaned when you saw his smile widen once again. With hands on your hips you scanned the room looking for any form of leverage, smiling to yourself when you saw his phone still lying on the coffee table. Quickly walking over, you grabbed his phone and turned towards him. Your eyes met his brown ones instantly and you couldn’t hold back the smirk as his eyes widened.

“You want this?” You questioned as innocently as possible, gesturing at his phone that you had clutched in your hand. He glanced at the phone before looking back at you. Shawn nodded hesitantly and cautiously held his hand out. Without a word and whilst not moving your gaze away from his face, you slipped his phone into your bra underneath your sweatshirt. Shock crossed his face, his mouth dropping open slightly. You had never been this confident around him before. “G-give me my phone back.”.

You tapped your index finger on your chin, pretending to be in deep thought. “What was it that you said earlier? Get it yourself.” And with that you turned towards the kitchen, grasping the top of the bin bag and taking it with you. It didn’t take long before you heard the hurried sound of Shawn’s footsteps as they followed you into the kitchen. You tensed at first when you felt an arm wrap around your shoulders before you relaxed knowing it was just Shawn. You were too busy stacking the plates that you had left on the draining board that you didn’t realize what Shawn’s intention was. When you felt his fingers accidentally brush underneath your collar bone you immediately caught his wrist and brought his hand out from under the neckline of your sweatshirt. An accusing expression covered your face and he lowered his head in defeat.

“Nearly.” Shawn muttered, nodding slightly to himself. He then sauntered back through the door and jumped onto the couch. You continued to clear the sink whilst trying to control your breathing and desperately attempting to wipe the blush off your cheeks.

After you had put all of the bowls and plates back in their usual places, you went and joined Shawn on the couch, chuckling to yourself when you noticed he had decided to put on Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. When you had first became friends, for your birthday he had bought you the DVD collection of all the Harry Potter movies. As a result of the amount of times you’ve had to watch them with Shawn, you were almost certain you knew every line of Deathly Hallows part 2 and Chamber of Secrets. However whenever you would mention this to Shawn he would always deny this because ‘You didn’t know the snake parts.’.

You settled beside him and it wasn’t long before he had tugged you closer to him so you were tucked securely into his side, his hand resting across your stomach. This wasn’t unusual for the two of you. Through years of friendship you had become inseparable, your friends often joked that it was never a party if the two of you weren’t there. As cliché as it was you liked Shawn but you pushed it aside every time, reminding yourself that he had said countless times in interviews that he didn’t have time for a girlfriend, and although it hurt whenever he said that, you understood where he was coming from, knowing first-hand how hard it was to try and organize things with him.

About half an hour into the film, you felt Shawn’s intense stare. You ignored it for a bit until you eventually couldn’t, craning your neck to see him easier, you sent him a questioning look, silently congratulating yourself for not blushing when you met his hazel brown eyes.

“C-can I kiss you?” He stuttered. You sat up in shock, expecting anything but that. Was it possible that he liked you?

“Can I, please?” he shyly asked, quieter than before, his insecurities taking over as he began to ramble “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. Oh my god do you even want to, I’m so sorry I-I just couldn’t help it. Should I go, I can g-“His words were cut short when you pressed your lips onto his. It took him a second before he reciprocated his soft lips moving against yours. His large hands moved to tilt your chin up slightly to give him better access which made you gasp. He wasted no time, slipping his tongue into your mouth, finally exploring a place he’d wanted to get to for way too long.

You broke the kiss first, desperate for air. Shawn whined at the loss of contact so you moved towards him and pressed your forehead against his, his eyes fluttering shut. He carefully manoeuvred you so you were sitting on his lap. You tilted your head and kissed him again, but this time with slightly more passion than previously, Shawn quickly followed your lead, responding with more intensity than he had previously. You felt his hand slip under the hem of your t-shirt, and rested it above your hip bone, his calloused fingers rubbing circles on your warm skin. He slowly moved his hand up until he was close enough to your bra to get his phone.

When you moaned into his mouth he took it as his opportunity, quickly grabbing the top of it and sliding it out of your bra. You hadn’t realised what he was doing until you felt the absence of the cool phone against your chest, gasping and pulling away shortly after.

“Please don’t tell me that was just to get your phone” You blurted, you couldn’t care less if you sounded desperate in that moment, you just really needed to know.

“What, god no! Honey I really like you, I would never take advantage of you like that” He panicked, the words tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them.

“I-I like you too” you smiled, Shawn did too “Can I have my phone now?”

He hesitated “As long as you don’t text Daniel and I get at least ten kisses” he says seriously

“It’s David actually” You giggle slightly at his raised eyebrow, him clearly not finding that funny. “I’m kidding Shawn, and anyways, there’s not much use in a dating app any more, I mean I’ve got you now” you tap his nose causing him to scrunch up his face, making you laugh, to which he smiles at, loving the sound of your laugh and loving the fact that he was the reason behind it.

“Are you asking me to be your boyfriend” he asks, a large toothy grin on his face as he does so.

“I guess I am, is that alright with you Mendes?”

“I think I can manage that, yeah.” He teases admiring the way your eyes and nose crinkle when you laugh. “And anyway miss, I believe you owe me at least ten kisses” He jokingly puckered his lips and closed his eyes. You reach out to place your hand on his cheek, 

“Better get to it then hadn’t I?” he hums in agreement before you bring your lips down to meet his

[singingunderthecurtain]

Soul On Fire [M]

Author: julietsoddeye Genre: Non-Idol, Rich Kids AU | Smut Pairing: Siwon x Reader x Junmyeon Warning(s): Unprotected three way sexual intercourse, slight degradation (but not using names like sl*t or wh*re because I do not fucking like those words!!!), slight kink-shaming in a very friendly??? bantering??? way idk im just listing the things I think are in here, sorry. There’s also hair pulling, kinda and all around being rough (mostly Siwon and reader I think lol huhuhaha) Also there’s mention of driving under the influence (like, not a lot, just a couple of beer cans maybe) AND cockwarming. dassit! Word Count: 3.1k

Plot: You and Junmyeon were there to send Siwon when he enlisted, and for sure you and Siwon will be there too when it comes Junmyeon’s time. The three of you have the weirdest camaraderie and nothing has changed over the years, you’re confident nothing will be different after tonight.

A/N: This is like 5% plot, 95% smut lmfao. I dedicate this to my unnie, of course @oh-beyond since I love her fic “Unintentional” so much, I read it for the second time and I was promptly inspired by her creation and this is the shit I got out of it. And I know I’m on hiatus, but, like, idek what I’m saying anymore. LOL bear with me, I’m insane and always lack sleep. Sorry.

You first met Siwon and Junmyeon when you were at the tender age of thirteen. You instantly had a huge crush with Siwon (you lowkey find Junmyeon cute too, they weirdly resemble each other). Who wouldn’t have a crush on any of them? They were, after all, part of the richest and most handsome boys in your school.

You were, however, just alright (at least in your mind). But you were the butt of every joke and mocking of the mean kids. You’re the new money type, you were teased a lot because you weren’t born into a rich family as they did.

Everything changed though when Siwon and Junmyeon stood up for you when the meanest kid in your class pushed you randomly because apparently, you were in her way even though you were just rummaging through your locker for the textbooks you will be needing for that day.

Siwon saw everything and he immediately grabbed her wrist and told her off, she scrambled to her feet afraid and confused why the popular kids are being nice to new money you. Junmyeon then helped you stand up as both of them asked you if you were alright. And you were, thanks to them.

As it turns out, their fathers, who co-CEO the biggest conglomerate in South Korea where your father works are the sole reason why you became Nouveau riche. Their fathers’ generosity didn’t stop with yours, the sons extended their helping hands to you as well.

Ever since that fateful day, you were suddenly respected overnight. Some students may have faked it, but you found good friends in their group.

Siwon was this sweet oppa — Your sweet oppa. He drives you to your dance and piano lessons when your parents are busy attending functions and parties. He buys you ice cream when you get upset and unsatisfied with your grades. And he kills bugs for you when a critter gets in your way. He’s silly too, makes all the funniest faces he can pull off just to make you laugh extra hard when you’re hanging out together.

Junmyeon was your study buddy and your seatmate (he’s miraculously in your class every year after you became close). Siwon was a few years older than both of you, while you and Junmyeon are in the same grade. He helps you focus when you’re suddenly distracted by the smallest of things. And when you’re not studying, he’s telling all the dad jokes he probably got from his own father and the three of you would laugh boisterously. So loud too, that mothers of whichever household you decided to hang out in would shush you so hard.

.

Siwon was the first one to collapse on your bed. He dramatically dropped, a loud thud and an –oof was heard from him. Your night out took a toll on the three of you, him especially since you and Junmyeon were younger than he is.

You called them up suddenly at nine in the evening last night. It was your Birthday eve and you guilt your way through them accepting your hasty invitation. Well, you don’t really have to do that much because they give in to whatever request or favor you ask of them anyway.

You don’t understand why they do what they do for you since they don’t always do the same to anyone not even for any of their previous girlfriends. You've seen a number of women leave their lives full of tears and eyes stained hatred only just for you.

You are young, you are beautiful and rich and you are a threat to them — all of them.

“That was really fun!”

You exclaim as you jump up on your bed, almost on top of Siwon. But he shoots a little bit over to the side to give you space. The three of you just got home (your apartment) from a wild night.

And by wild night meant dinner at your favorite steak restaurant in Gangnam. Drive around Seoul for hours, stop at a convenience store by the Han River to buy each of you two cans of cheap beer and some ice cream. Drive some more and then stop for some tteokbokki and soondae and then home. It was almost Three AM when you arrived at your pad. They decided to sleepover since their own houses were out of the way from where you guys ended up driving to.

“Yeah, let’s never do that again!”

Siwon said with fake enthusiasm. His head hits your pillows after he spoke. You lay your head on his hard chest and then he encircles his arms around your shoulders.

“But we end up doing it year after year anyway.”

Junmyeon lets out a slight laugh as you felt the bed dip and he crawls closer behind you.

“Especially on your birthday.”

Junmyeon adds, poking your back with his pointy finger before resting his forearm around your waist, you clasp your fingers with his when he did so. You can feel his hot breath slowly fanning the nape of your neck. He scoots closer to your body, him spooning you. His left arm up uses it as a pillow for his head since your pillows are all on Siwon’s side of the bed.

You started humming a melody all of a sudden, some song that played on your car radio that got stuck in your head for some reason.

You felt Siwon give the top of your head a chaste kiss when he felt you mindlessly trace shapes on his abs. You didn’t stop your actions even after you notice yourself doing so, it must be the alcohol in your system that’s giving you confidence.

You don’t do these kinds of things on normal days. Even if you still have a crush on both of them, you never act upon your feelings — ever.

Not even when they both have drunkenly confessed to finding you hot and sexy and actually wife material. Not even when you know you’re the reason why all the women they have ever dated leaves them. Not even when Junmyeon kissed you on New Year’s Day last year when you both were the only single people in that party and dismissed it as just a New Year’s kiss. Not even when Siwon suddenly lowkey getting mad when he saw you and Junmyeon eating each other’s faces on the same NY’s party and you know he was embittered (even though he was with his then girlfriend at that time, what the hell) but you didn’t disclose it with him or even Junmyeon.

“Oppa…”

You trail your words, deciding not to continue your sentence. But you still have the urge to tell him now even though it has been two years since that incident.

Siwon gave you a lazy hum as a response, rubbing your arm that he was holding in a soothing manner.

Junmyeon suddenly shifts behind you, you tighten your hold on his hand when you felt him about to let go. And he froze, even his breathing hitched with your action.

You wiggle your ass a bit, you know this is a dangerous property you’re trenching but you don’t care. And slowly, Junmyeon grew half hard with your alacrity.

Junmyeon whines your name silently, it was a very gentle squeak but you still heard it and he slightly pinched the skin of your hand he was holding but you still didn’t stop rubbing your ass on his crotch.

Siwon opened one of his eyes when the bed flits a bit and you suddenly hike up his shirt to touch and expose his hard abs. He saw your eyes were half-lidded, teeth biting your lower lip with hips swaying slowly and Junmyeon’s face struggling to keep a straight mask. But his nose was flaring and eyes almost closing as well.

“Mmm, what is this?”

You froze when you heard Siwon speak. You brave yourself to look at him and he was staring right at your face, his eyes dark and tongue pokes out to lick his lips while his eyes are dancing between your eyes and your mouth ardently.

“Are you giving Junmyeon a hard time?”

He jokes but his eyes glint with a humorless look, more of an inferno-like intensity radiates through them. It feels like your actual soul is on fire.

With his words, you stood up and position yourself on top of him. Your ass now grinding Siwon’s groin and he slams his head on your pillow harshly, you felt the puff of air on your knees from the force of his hit on the fabric.

You look to your left to see Junmyeon watching you with dark eyes as you ride his favorite hyung. You reach out and hook your pointer finger on his collar to pull him to your level and you crash your lips with him in an urgent kiss. His lips were soft and pillowy but your kiss was hard and demanding.

“Fuck—”

Siwon exclaims when he saw you making out with Junmyeon as you grind yourself on his clothed cock. He didn’t expect you to be this wild or loose enough to want a threesome. He hasn’t even seen or heard you talk about anything remotely dirty with your girlfriends, maybe you do when boys are not around, you probably do. He doesn’t know that. But right now he’s definitely green-eyed with envy, this is probably the second time Junmyeon has kissed your lips and he wanted a taste as well. And so he insistently pushes you up only to pin you back down on your own bed, you close your eyes and held your breath when you hit the softness of the duvet.

“Hyung~!”

Junmyeon whines cutely. The last thing you saw was him pouting like a petulant child before Siwon wham himself lip first on your own. You let out a high pitched whimper when your Oppa efficiently rub his already hard on in the middle of your spread legs, on top of your thinly clothed womanhood. Your tennis skirt already hiked up on your stomach, exposing you if not for him dry humping you.

“You like that, huh?”

Siwon quizzes when he finally lets go of your now swollen lips. When you only gave a hum as an answer, Siwon pauses. You whine when he breaks his movements, you look at him and he looks somewhat disappointed.

“Use your words, baby girl.”

He says in a monotone.

“Y–Yes… Daddy.”

The last part was accidental, you didn’t want to expose your kink almost too instantly. And he immediately smirks and taps Junmyeon on his chest.

“Myeon-ah, you heard that? She called me Daddy. You really called me Daddy huh, sweetheart?”

Junmyeon sticks out his tongue to wet his dry lips, he looks down at you with such lust and authority and you just wanted to surrender and let them both do whatever they pleased with your starting-to-weaken-with-desire body.

“What about me? What am I?”

Junmyeon challenges and you swallow the lump that’s already in your throat. But before you can answer, Siwon grabs you by your hair, another hand behind your back for support still careful not to hurt you in any way.

“He asked you a question and you should answer him.”

His words weren’t harsh, but still holds an edge to it and your legs shake and so does your core, quivering with furor and thrill of what’s about to come.

“Y–You… You are D–Daddy as well.”

You finally choke out a reply, ergo not straight but intelligible enough to understand and both Junmyeon and Siwon smiled satisfied with your answer.

“Of course you want two daddies. You’re not contented with just one, you have to have one more, don’t you?”

Junmyeon smirks.

“You filthy, dirty girl, come here.”

Siwon then sits back on your left side and Junmyeon follows on your right. Both men looking at you like you’re the last piece of meat on this earth, you can practically see invisible saliva dripping down the sides of their lips, like hungry predators stalking their prey.

Your breath hitches when Junmyeon suddenly pushes down your underwear and Siwon pulls up the garter of your skirt up to your underboobs.

“Look at you, you’re already soaked.”

Junmyeon lightly touches you and your wetness strings as he leisurely pulls up his fingers away from your dripping sex.

“Who made you like that?”

Siwon questions, beginning to rub his middle and ring finger on your hardened clit.

“You, Daddy Siwon.”

“And who else?”

Junmyeon counters, swiftly inserting two fingers inside of you.

You let out a scream. A scream from both surprise and ecstasy and eventually you start groaning when Junmyeon is fucking your pussy with his fingers with just the right speed.

“DADDY!!! J–Junm–yeon!”

Siwon lifts your shirt, tugs down your bra and his lips wrap around one of your extruded nipples and you instinctively lean on the touch of his hot mouth. His tongue draws out and then flicks your nipples one by one, letting out immodest sounds from his mouth. His teeth graze them next and you can’t help but shout out eagerly, enticing him to just do it once more.

“Eat her out while she sucks me?”

Junmyeon nods his head enthusiastically and swiftly positions himself below you. He rubs the insides of your thigh teasingly before lapping a straight line from the nethermost of your asshole, up to your clit with the tip of his tongue. Screaming at this point hurts your throat and the only thing you can do for now is writhe and jerk which is also an impossibility because of how strong his hold on your thighs.

“Don’t move too much, darling. If you obey, I might make you cum, do you understand?”

“Yes, please, Daddy Junmyeon! I’ll obey you and Daddy Siwon.”

Your answer was clear and steady, you swallowed the accumulated spit inside your mouth again, looking down at Junmyeon who smiled sweetly.

“Good girl.”

And then delves his face on your heat.

Siwon hovers above your chest, pulling his zipper, pants and eventually underwear down just enough to pull out his cock and it smacks you right on to the face. The both of you chuckle faintly before his face turns serious again, full of hunger for you only. He grabs the base of him and rubs his tip on your lips and you gladly open up your mouth for him, sticking out your tongue.

His eyes roll at the back of his head when you started bobbing your head, your hands holding on to his strong thighs for more traction.

“Fuck — Princess!

Siwon moans, one fist tight around your hair the other hand grabbing on to your headboard. Your scalp almost burning with how much he was pulling them as he now thrusts harder on your face. Tears are welling at the side of your eyes from suppressing your gagging as your Oppa’s cock keeps hitting the back of your throat.

You let him gag your mouth and focuses your attention back to the activity below you. Junmyeon Frenching your pussy like it was your actual lips. The sounds he was singing out as he gives your clit a few kitten licks before nibbling on them is making your skin crawl and tingle so, so good.

Letting go of one of Siwon’s thighs, you fisted Junmyeon’s hair as you feel yourself nearing the edge. You felt the vibration on your skin when he groaned so loud as you pull his hair and grind your hips to the rhythm of his movement.

Your concentration got disrupted when Siwon startlingly squeezes your jaws with his big hand and pulls his cock out of your mouth.

“I don’t want to cum like this, I wanna do it inside of you.”

He caresses your cheek, letting you breathe for a minute before pulling you up, forcing Junmyeon to stop his feast.

“Come here and sit on Oppa.”

Siwon grabs you by your waist, twirling you around to face Junmyeon before pulling you down to straddle his lap.

Junmyeon then unbuckles his belt to finally free the restraints of his jeans. But before he can completely pull down his pants with, a -come-hither- gesture, you motioned for him to come closer to you, in which he did. Junmyeon bends on his waist and you connect lips as you both met halfway. His chin was still damp of your juices and you love how you can taste yourself on his tongue.

Siwon rubs his cock to coat him with your wetness before pushing inside of you. He moans lewdly because you are so tight and so warm and everything he has ever imagined you of being. He has always been mindful not to make you uncomfortable in any way or situation, hiding his feelings because he thought you only see him as your Oppa. But look at the both of you now doing all the things he only dreamed about with the addition of Junmyeon.

Junmyeon stood up again and returns to removing his pants as you pause for a bit, adjusting to the stretch Siwon introduced. You kept eye contact with the man in front of you as he stroke himself to prepare him for your mouth.

“You’re so beautiful like that.”

Junmyeon sighs, admiring your position below him. As gratitude for his words, you take his cock with your left hand gave his tip a gentle kiss that makes him bit his lower lip hard. You then lick your right palm to smears your saliva on his tip, mixing in with his precum as you start to bounce on Siwon’s lap. Both men made noises that sounded pornographic and delicious in your ears. Without wasting any more time, you take Junmyeon full, laxing and curling your tongue around his girth so he can easily slide inside your mouth.

The three of you kept the harmony for a few more minutes, you and Siwon were the first to reach your climax with Junmyeon following just a bit after.

You swallowed Junmyeon’s mess after he pulls out, swiping your thumb on the side of your lips to lick what’s left of his cum. Siwon wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you down next to him to spoon you, with him still inside of you. You can hear and feel his breath relaxing on your skin and soft snores eventuate moments later, indicating sleep has finally found him.

Junmyeon cuddles right in after he cleaned himself. His right arm wrapped protectively around your shoulder, your head eased on his chest.

“What happens next?”

You sleepily murmur your worry, Junmyeon caressing your hair and gives your lips a tender kiss before responding.

“Shh, let’s talk about it tomorrow, okay?”

He consoled you.

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“I love you both.”

You manage to whisper before slipping to a night of deep sleep.

“We love you too.”

.  .  .

Breaking my hiatus for a holy week nastiness. 😭😭😭😂😂😂

[teacupcedes]

Phases

INVOLVED: Mercedes Jones, Samuel Evans, and Carter Evans TIME FRAME: Sunday, March 22, 2020 LOCATION: Jones-Evans Apartment; Atlanta, Georgia SUMMARY: Mercedes comes home from a little grocery shopping, having left Carter with Samuel for an hour or so. Samuel gave Mercedes money to deposit into their account and a spat arose between the two.

Mercedes moved through the front door, holding a few bags from the store and her purse on her shoulder. She huffed softly as she moved for the kitchen and sat the bags on the counter. Licking her lips, she called out, “baby, I’m back,” to Samuel. She had only been gone for an hour and thirty minutes as she promised. She had deposited the money Samuel asked her to and did a little grocery shopping. It felt good to actually get out of the house too. She had been in the hospital, then holed up in the house with Carter for the last few days. She loved it, of course she did, but a little fresh air and sunlight did her good.

Samuel was in their bed; the TV was on watching him at this point in time as he laid there on his back. His eyes were closed, hair in a bun and a sleeping Carter rested on his side nuzzled near Samuel’s chest. Samuel’s hand rested on the baby gently and he released a snore softly as they slept together. Somewhere in Carter’s room were two dirty diapers filled with so many wipes they wouldn’t close. Samuel had to change his shirt twice from the boy throwing up and those rested on the ground next to the bed. He didn’t even bother putting another back on. Carter was laying with him with just a diaper on and nothing more and there were empty bottles cascading the bed.

Mercedes slowly but surely began to unpack the groceries, putting them up as she listened intently to the silence in the apartment. It was quiet. Too quiet. As she finished putting up all of the groceries, she washed and dried her hands before she moved to investigate. She moved out into the living room, looking around slowly. Nothing out of the normal there. She then moved for Carter’s nursery, her face scrunching immediately at the sight of the dirty diapers. “What in the world…” she mumbled to herself as she collected them both, forcing them closed as best she could before she threw them in the diaper trash can in the room. She then moved to crack the window, letting the room air out some. She shook her head as she moved into the bathroom, washing her hands again. Carter hadn’t been in his crib, so he had to be in the bedroom with Samuel. Licking her lips, she dried her hands, pumping a bit of lotion into them and rubbing it in as he moved for their bedroom. She entered slowly, eying Samuel and Carter asleep in the bed. She knew Carter had to be freezing as he was laying there tucked under Samuel’s arm in nothing but a diaper. Sighing softly, Mercedes ran her hand down her face before she collected the bottles from the bed. “Sam…”

Samuel grumbled in his sleep and he subconsciously caressed their son’s stomach as they both slept. As Mercedes walked into the room and called his name, he woke up immediately looking down at their still sleeping son. “I’m up,” he told her as he shifted to get up, sitting upright in the bed a little mindful of Carter.

Mercedes held two of the bottles in one hand as she looked at her fiancé and she said, “why doesn’t he have on any clothes baby, he can get sick and he’s too new to be getting sick,” she said in a motherly tone. “Also, the diapers?” she asked him confused.

Samuel looked at her and he blinked rapidly before he said, “he threw up twice, he kept messing up our clothes,” defensively. “I turned the air up a little so he wouldn’t be cold and there’s a blanket right here,” he told her. “He was hungry and fussy, and he had shit everywhere,” he told her.

Mercedes sighed out as she moved to set the bottles down on the nightstand. “Baby, he needs to be clothed,” she told him softly as she eyed the blanket that wasn’t even covering the baby. “Here,” she said as she moved around the bed, reaching for the sleeping child. “You didn’t want to throw the diapers away?”

Samuel looked at her and he looked away. “Understood,” he said to her patiently, he was trying not to get annoyed, she was Carter’s mother after all. “I guess not,” he said as he pursed his lips.

Lifting Carter out of the bed, Mercedes gently laid him against her shoulder, rubbing his back softly. She gazed at her Samuel before she turned and moved out of the room with their son. She walked him into the nursery, laying him down on the changing table and lifting the guard rails as a precaution before she moved around the room, grabbing him something to wear. She pulled out a long sleeve pants onesie and a pair of mittens, quickly moving back towards him. She lowered the railing, working quickly but gently to dress him in his sleep state. Once he was clothed, she lifted him back over her shoulder, kissing his plump cheek softly. “You have a nice time with daddy?” she whispered softly as she bounced around the room some, still rubbing Carter’s back. After a moment, she laid him down in his crib.

As she walked away Samuel shifted out of the bed and he picked up his dirty shirts moving to put them in their hamper filled with dirty clothes. He grabbed another shirt, putting it on and he moved to grab the kids bottles. He took them into the kitchen and unscrewed them before he began to rinse them of the contents that remained in them.

Mercedes pressed a tender kiss to Carter’s forehead before she made sure his crib was secure. Turning on the monitor and grabbing her own, she moved into the kitchen where she heard Samuel. She sat the monitor down and leaned against the counter, watching him quietly.

Samuel began to wash the bottles now, using streaming hot water as he used some bottle cleaner that she had gotten. He used their bristled brush and stuck it inside, swirling it around the bottle before he rinsed it and repeated the task. He felt her eyes on him, but he ignored them as he continued to clean the bottles and rested them on the drying mat she bought specifically for his bottles, on the counter.

Watching Samuel, Mercedes bit her lip and she walked up behind him wrapping her arms around his midsection as she pressed up against his back. She inhaled his scent and let out a content sigh. “So…” she began sweetly. “Outside of exploding diapers and being thrown up on, how was your father, son hour?” she asked him.

“Okay, I guess,” Samuel replied back to her as he washed another bottle and he rinsed it, placing it on the mat as well before he turned the water off. He stuck the brush back into its holder on the sink before he dried his hands.

Mercedes rested her head on Samuel’s back, clutching him lovingly, her hands on his abs. “Just okay?” she asked him softly.

“Yeah, I mean he’s a baby,” Samuel said to her as he wiped the counter down from where he split a little breast milk earlier.

Sighing once more, Mercedes nodded and she said, “that he is,” as she walked out of the kitchen. She moved into their bathroom, pulling her hair up into a bun before she moved into the bedroom and began to undress.

Samuel placed the cloth in the sink before he moved to walk out of the kitchen, he moved into Carter nursery quietly. He thought that she had the other monitor and would hear him, he made sure he put whatever he ‘messed up’ back neatly before he took the trash out of Carter’s can. When he did, he tied it off to sat it aside before he placed another one of his bags in and left his room with the trash. Samuel fixed his messy bun with one hand tucking hair away and he walked out of the condo and tossed the trash down the shoot at the end of the hallway before he moved back into their space, bare foot.

Mercedes pulled her shirt off, tossing it into the hamper before she adjusted her maternity bra a bit. Taking off her jeans, she tossed them into the hamper too before she walked over to the drawer, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Truthfully, she didn’t look bad. She had a bit of extra stomach pudge but that was all. It wasn’t terrible like she saw some women. She was only a few days postpartum and basically looked how she did before pregnancy, give or take a stretch mark or two and that extra stomach pudge. She placed her hand against her lower stomach longingly, actually missing her belly a bit.

Samuel moved into their room looking over at Mercedes, he didn’t touch whatever she was going through. Instead he minded his own business. Women had a way about things and he knew from experience to just not speak unless spoken to. He moved to sit down on their bed and he grabbed the remote changing the station.

As Samuel entered the room, Mercedes quickly turned away from the mirror, tucking a loose piece of hair that had fallen from her bun behind her ear. She continued to the dresser, opening up a drawer and pulling out a pair of short-shorts. She stepped into them quickly before she opened one of Samuel’s drawers, pulling on one of his t-shirts. It drowned her. She let out a hum as she looked around for the baby monitor now. She glanced around the room before she walked into the bathroom, not seeing it there either. She bit her lip as she quickly moved out of the room and into the kitchen, snatching it up off the counter. She attached it to her hip protectively before she moved back into the bedroom with Samuel, grabbing a baby book off the nightstand as she climbed into bed. It was mid-day but she was exhausted.

Samuel watched her as she put clothes on and began to walk around the room cluelessly, he looked to her oddly before he looked back at the TV. Samuel licked his lips before he got up when she settled and moved into his sock drawer. “Dallas came and brought me this after you left,” he said easily tossing her ten-thousand dollars. He sat back on the bed and looked at the TV again biting his nails.

Mercedes looked at the money as it landed on the bed and she picked it up with pursed lips as she fanned through it. “And what the hell did Dallas do to get all of this money?” she asked him as she tossed it back to her boyfriend as he sat down. “We don’t need his drug money,” she said knowingly. “We’re fine…” she shook her head before she mumbled to herself as she flipped the book open, “crazy… what kind of example does that set for Carter?” she shook her head more.

Samuel looked back at her as the money dropped down beside him, he picked it back up and tossed to her. “That is my money, he owed me,” he told her with a raised brow. “You don’t know anything about some drugs and Dallas. Don’t be talkin’ like that,” he said angrily to her as he turned back around to the TV. “Carter is a baby anyway; he doesn’t know what’s buying his damn pampers…” he said lowly.

Mercedes looked at Samuel with an arched eyebrow as he tossed the money back at her. She looked at it, “he owed you?” she asked him. “It’s drug money regardless and you know that,” she said to him as he got angry with her. She looked him up and down and said, “I’m not depositing this and you shouldn’t want to,” she told him as she tossed it back. “He needs good examples of men in his life,” she said to Samuel, “a drug dealer? Not a good example,” she said, shaking her head. “You brought home money yesterday and didn’t have to sell a single drug to do it, you worked hard for it, you didn’t take the easy way out,” she said, “that is what Carter needs to see,” she said with a huff.

Samuel looked to her and picked the money back up. He stood to his feet and gazed at her angrily. She was all off base and she didn’t even know it. He didn’t care how he got money. He got it because they needed it. To survive, to provide for Carter. Their son would grow up to need money for a multitude of things, especially college, he would be better than Sam. Sam would stop at nothing to make that happen. “You are talking out of your ass right now Mercedes,” he said bitterly. “This is my money,” he voiced loudly, “I need to provide for my son!” he argued. “I don’t care how he got the money; this is mine now,” he repeated, “and Carter won’t want for anything all because you want to be judgmental. Carter can be whatever the fuck he wants to be but not if he has a worthless as sorry-ass, stupid-ass, broke-ass father!” he yelled harshly. “I’ll deposit the shit my fucking self,” he said as he walked away from her.

Mercedes looked at Samuel, shocked by how upset he had become and she blinked slowly, listening to him as he yelled at her. She flinched a little from the harshness and the validity of his words. She couldn’t believe that he didn’t care how Dallas got the money. Did he not care about the way it could affect their son? If Carter grew up to know that Dallas sold drugs, he might think he could do the same, especially if Samuel condoned it. Accepted it for what it was. At his final harsh yell, Carter began screaming and crying in his crib and Mercedes jumped out of the bed quickly as she rushed to him. She moved into his nursery, dropping the railing and hoisting him up. She cradled him in her arms and bounced him lovingly. “It’s okay baby,” she whispered, “it’s okay, it’s okay,” she repeated over and over again as she tried to sooth him.

Samuel watched as she ran off to their son and he moved to place the money he had in his backpack. Whenever he tried to do right, people always found something wrong with it. He licked his lips as he lowered himself on the couch hearing Carter cry. That upset him most of all, that and the way she flinched when he yelled. He ran his hands over his face as he gazed out the window beside him.

“My sweet boy,” Mercedes breathed out quietly. “It’s okay baby,” she said kissing his forehead now, still trying to calm him. She laid him over her shoulder, rubbing his back and patting his bottom now. “Carter,” she said softly as he wailed. She moved to sit down in the rocking chair in his room and began to rock with him. She rubbed his back in soothing circles as he cried loudly.

Samuel continued to listen to Carter screaming and crying though he knew his mother had him. He didn’t move for a long while before he figured he needed to comfort the child himself. Samuel picked himself up off the couch and he moved towards his room, looking at her he reached out for the boy. Samuel hoisted him up and placed him over his shoulder, pecking his cheek and he said, “shh baby,” softly to the baby. “Everything is fine,” he said as he rubbed his back as he walked out the room with a sigh.

Mercedes tried her hardest to sooth Carter, racking her brain trying to think of something. She had sung to him every now and again when he was in her belly and that calmed him down. She wondered if it would do the trick now. “Here comes the sun, doo-dun doo-doo,” she began to sing The Beatles song. “Here comes the sun, and I say, it's all right, little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter, little darling, it feels like years since it's been here…” she trailed off as Samuel walked in taking Carter from her. She sighed out as she stopped singing, watching him walk out with Carter.

Samuel kissed his son’s cheek once more as he began to quiet down some now, he bounced him subtly in his arms. He continued to rub his back as he moved into the living room with him. “I love you,” he told the kid softly. “I’ll do anything for you and no one will ever stop me from doing what I have to do for you,” he said.

Mercedes sat there, listening closely as Carter began to quiet down and she deflated a bit. Why couldn’t she get him to calm down? Licking her lips slowly, Mercedes stood up and she tip-toed into the living room, peering at Samuel and Carter discretely before she moved back into their bedroom and she plopped down on the bed.

Samuel sat down on the couch with his son, looking to see if he were asleep. His eyes were closed and he was quiet so he only assumed he was as he continued to rub his back gently. Thankfully, he was obviously doing something right.

Mercedes sat there, feeling so defeated before she crawled up the bed and curled up on her side. She didn’t understand why Carter wouldn’t calm down for her or why Samuel was so upset with her for her feelings about Dallas and drugs and even the influence on Carter. Sighing out, tears began to fill her eyes and she sniffled softly.

After a while, Samuel moved to stand with Carter and he walked into his room placing him back into his bed comfortably. He placed a little blanket over him, closed his window, looked to his monitor and then walked out again. He made sure he stayed in the living room, away from her. He wasn’t really upset but he was annoyed and didn’t want another argument to happen.

Mercedes could hear Samuel placing Carter back into his crib over the monitor and she sniffled harder as she cried, more tears rolling down her face, falling into the pillow. Taking the monitor off her hip, she sat it on the nightstand carefully before she slid under the covers and pulled them over her head, crying herself to sleep.

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DOTW - 24... there's some sexy bits... but I don't know if I'm happy to leave it there

Coming off of work, Levi eyed the clock with a yawn. It was a little after 7. The perfect time to get things done. Well, one thing. Retrieving Eren's things from Marco and Jean's house. He might be over stepping, but seeing Eren so broken hearted wouldn't leave his mind. Also, he was hoping Jean had a black eye, the horsefaced arsehole certainly deserved it. Walking up to the front door, Levi may have knocked slightly harder than socially polite. A small wave of pleasure rose up when he saw how exhausted the alpha was when opened the door, unfortunately he wasn't sporting a black eye... "What the fuck do you want?" Such nice manners so early in the morning. His alpha was itching to teach Jean his place. To make him thoroughly suffer... but... responsible adulting had to come first "I'm here to collect Eren's things" "Oh. What? Fine. Wait here" Keeping his temper until Jean came back with Eren's bag, he took it from Jean. Jean immediately trying to shut the door, which Levi stopped with his foot "That's everything" "No, it really isn't. You and Marco both owe him an apology" "What? Fuck off" "Are you serious? What the fuck does Marco even see in you?" "Listen man, get the fuck off my property" "No. You're going to listen to me. You have absolutely no right treating Eren as you have been. He was here for Marco. He stayed with him, and because of him, your daughter was born happy and healthy" "Because he didn't even bother calling an ambulance" "No. He called me. A fucking paramedic. He called me because he wanted to know how to help Marco! There was a huge car pile-up. Even if he'd called for an ambulance, Marco would have been put on a wait list, because people were fucking dead and dying in the accident. So yes. Eren called me. A trained medical professional. He was with Marco, when he was giving birth, and abusing him for it. Marco is Eren's first friend. He values him. He stayed with him, and then he was worried for Marco when you arrived smelling like another omega. He was worried. Marco had just given birth without you. His emotions were all over the place. How would you have felt if Marco stank like another alpha after being away for days? Even if you had faith in him, you'd still be upset and confused. Eren only wanted what was best for you, your baby and his best friend. You both made him feel like absolute shit" Jean growled, Levi thrusting the verbal knife into the alpha's heart, preparing for the mental kill... because he couldn't actually fucking kill him. Eren had known way too much death in his life "You know he's not right in the head" For fucks sake "Because he's a fucking abuse victim! He's been abused. He saw his brother and mother murdered in front of him! It doesn't matter if you didn't fucking know. You have no right to people like shit, especially not someone who would go out of there way to always to be there for the people they care for. Eren is bright. And happy and he's been through hell and fucking back. So, yes. He's not always ok, but at least he is a better person than you are. Get your fucking shit together and apologise to him. You and Marco" Reaching out, he took the door handle as he moved his foot out the way, slamming the door shut in his own face, but also in Jean's. Eren wouldn't be happy he'd talked to Jean about it. In fact, he'd probably be pissed. But fuck it. His boyfriend deserved an apology. Stopping by the shops on the way home, he picked up a few different pastries and flowers for Eren. He was not a flower person. He'd never ever bought flowers for anyone at all. Ever. He and Eren had made breakfast? together, then he'd had to leave for work. He'd wished he could have stayed. He'd left Eren unpacking his room, and to deal with his feelings alone. With the drive back, it was 8:30am when he parked in the underground parking. Today was going so smoothly. Grabbing out his phone, he called Eren's counsellor for him. Booking him the first available appointment, which unfortunately was the following week. He knew Eren liked his new counsellor much better than Thomas, and he knew his omega wasn't happy that he hadn't been able to attend the last one. Gathering up the flowers and the pastries, he headed up to their apartment. Titan was at the door to great him as he let himself in quietly. Eren was sleeping on the sofa. Remote still in his hand, while what seemed to be cartoons played softly on TV. His shirt had hiked up, the blanket around his waist, while a smile played on his lips. He looked adorable. Letting his gaze drift down, the start of the smile turned downwards. Eren's ankles free from the blanket, the scars seemed so much more obvious than they'd ever been before. After being by Eren for so long, and hearing his nightmares, he had a fair idea that his boyfriend had been chained up somewhere. Someone had put him in chains and refused to let him go, no matter how much he'd begged them. He hadn't told Eren's his suspicions. He was waiting for Eren to be the one to tell him that. It was obvious he wasn't ready to talk about his past, so until then, he'd keep his mouth shut over it, and support Eren the best he could. Turning the TV off and covering Eren back up with the blanket, Levi then found a glass to turn into a vase, setting it on a coaster in the middle of the coffee table, before setting the box of pastries next to it. He was tired, but wanted to be there when Eren woke. Taking a shower, he put the washing on, before grabbing the book he'd been ignoring from his bedside table. Returning to the living room, he opened to the bookmarked page. Realising he couldn't actually remember anything that had happened, he flicked back to page one, starting all over again as Titan decided it was time to yowl for his food. Hushing his cat, Titan glared, running over and jumping up by Eren's face, head butting him solidly "Mmm. Titan, what's the matter boy? Is it breakfast time?" Nuzzling into Titan's face, Titan started kneading at Eren's chest "I'm up. Let's..." Eren shot up, pulling Titan up with him. The tom yowling again, this time in protest. Letting out a small gasp, Eren looked from the flowers to him "Levi?! Flowers?" "Yeah. I saw them and stuff" Fuck. He was so awkward. It'd seemed a good idea at the time. And Eren looked happy... he just felt like a shitty idiot for doing something so dopey and romantic "They're beautiful... um, are they for me?" "They're not for me, and I'm not dating my cat" "Levi! They're perfect... wow..." Setting Titan carefully down, he scrambled up, throwing his arms around him "Thank you!" "You're welcome, brat. I picked breakfast up too, and your things from Marco and Jean's... but I forgot to bring them up" "You didn't have to do all that. I was trying to be awake for when you got home" "Is that why you were watching cartoons?" "Shit... I didn't mean to fall asleep with the TV on. I'm sorry" "I'm not mad" "Still... I'm sorry. How about I make you a cup of tea?" "That sounds perfect" "I can't believe you brought me flowers" "Eren, its bought. When you pay for something it's bought. But when you bring it with you, it's brought" "Hmm... I always kind of thought they were the same word. But... if you bought the flowers, then didn't you bring them home? Meaning you brought them with you" Closing his book, Levi placed it on the arm of the recliner, pulling Eren down into lap. Eren letting out a squeak of surprise "My smart omega. You figured that out right away, didn't you?" "Maybe?" Kissing him, Eren immediately kissed him back, trying to deepen the kiss while wriggling in his lap. As the kiss broke, Eren smiled at him, his face filled with love "Breakfast? And then can we cuddle?" "That sounds like an amazing plan" Eren must have taken a hundred photos of the flowers, as well as trying a tiny bit from each pastry. The rest returned to the box and the box safely stored in the fridge. Lead by his boyfriend into his bedroom, which had pretty much become theirs, Eren shyly smiled at him "What are you planning?" "Can we touch a little?" It kind of seemed a waste of a perfectly good shower, while his dick was straight up "hello" "Mmm. I can't say no to that. Not when I have such a beautiful boyfriend" "Levi..." "Clothes on is fine" "Um... can I maybe touch you?" "You want to touch me?" "If that's ok" Laying down on his back, Levi raised an eyebrow when Eren didn't move "You can start touching at any time" "I was thinking" Climbing up and straddling his lap, the touching Eren wanted to do was of his abs. It wasn't sexual, more like a massage with the occasional kiss thrown in. Starting with his shoulders, Eren worked his way down to his hips, the confused look on his face doing all kinds of things to Levi's heart "Eren? Are you ok?" "Yeah... sorry. Was that weird?" "No. You asked to touch me, and you did" "I just... you're always so warm and solid. But I don't really get to see your chest because I'm usually laying on it" He nearly pointed out the fact Eren didn't see his chest this time thanks to his shirt, but for whatever reason, this had been important to his boyfriend. Sliding off his lap, Eren crawled over a little ways so he could slide beneath the blankets, Levi taking it as sign to do the same, before spooning up behind him "I'm probably going to fall asleep soon" "It's ok. This feels nice" "Good..." When Levi woke, he growled lightly. He'd thought they'd dodge a bullet with Eren not being in heat when Mike had brought him home, but from the delicious smell beneath his nose, they hadn't. Maybe that was why Eren had wanted to touch him? Forcing himself to wake his boyfriend, Eren groaned, before practically flying off the bed "Le-Levi?" "You're going into heat" "I..." "It's ok. I'll grab my things. I'm not going to hurt you" "I... Levi..." "What is it?" "It hurts" "Your cramping because your body wanted your alpha's knot" Dropping into a crouch, Eren whined softly "It's ok. I promise I won't touch you" A promise that was becoming hard to keep. His dick fucking ached to be buried inside Eren's soft warmth. To fill him and breed him, to mark him as his. Everything that Eren wasn't ready for "It hurts so much" Climbing from his bed, his alpha screamed at him to comfort his boyfriend, while the logical side of his brain screamed at his alpha to "shut the fuck up". Eren wasn't ready for this, and right now, that was his top priority. Grabbing his phone and his keys, he all but ran from his apartment, ignoring Eren's calls for him. He'd slipped up once and fucked Eren while he was in heat. He wouldn't make that same mistake again. The omega was finally his, and as much as it hurt both of them, this was the right thing to do. * This was the second worst painful heat of his life, or maybe it was more painful then the one he'd had at Zeke's apartment because he was trapped with Levi's scent. His body felt so hot. His erection aching so badly, but his thoughts of how dirty and impure it was touch himself, wouldn't leave his mind. He'd tried to shower and to bath, but nothing was bringing relief. His body was crying out for Levi. His omega instincts demanding he be bred, but having delivered a baby, breeding was even scarier. He'd seen how hard it'd been for Marco, and Marco was a good omega. He wasn't a good omega. If he was, then Levi wouldn't have left him... No. Levi was a good alpha and left because he knew he wasn't ready. He hadn't understood why he'd wanted to touch Levi so badly. To feel boyfriend toned chest beneath his fingers... but now he did. Levi was a more than suitable mate in every manner. He'd wanted to touch Levi because he wanted the alpha to touch him too. Not whatever he'd spat out in embarrassment. From the shower, he'd returned to Levi's bed. Climbing under the covers and moaning at the alphas scent. Getting on all fours, he nuzzled into Levi's pillow, slick steadily streaming down his inner thighs as he lowered himself down, rubbing his dick against the sheets in a blind need. He didn't even realise what he was doing, not until he came into the towel still around his waist. His orgasm so intense, his whole body shook with the effort to not fall into his own mess. A deep shame hit him. He'd just fucked Levi's bed. Whimpering, he shoved the blankets off and rushed back to his own room, locking the door behind him. He shouldn't have done that! Why had he done that! And why was he on his hands and knees? He didn't understand this kind of heat. He hated his usual ones, but he could mostly cope through those. These ones he didn't get. On shaky legs he sank down on his bed. He needed to apologise to Levi for being so bad. Worked up, in more ways then one, Eren called Levi's number. He'd been scared Levi wouldn't answer, but when the alpha did, his omega swelled with happiness "Eren? Are you ok?" "Levi... I'm sorry..." "Hey. No. It's not your fault for going into heat" "I don't know what... what to do. It hurts" "It's ok, I'm here. I'm sorry I had to leave you" "N-no. Thank... thank you... but I just messed up your bed" "Eren, I want you listen to me. Can you do that?" "Y-yes" Just the sound of Levi's voice had him slicking even harder. His dick bowed so hard that cum was dribbling against his lower stomach "You do whatever you need to do. Having a heat is not dirty" "I came... in your bed" "And we can rinse the sheets. It's ok" "But..." "I know your heats are weird, but it's nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about" "They are" "Eren, I promise I don't find them wrong in any way" "It's dirty" "No it's not. Listen to me. It's not dirty. I promise you. Now, is it like your usual heats?" "N-no... it hurt more" "Ok. What that means is your body wants an alpha there to soothe you" "I don't..." "I know you don't. I know. That's why we're on the phone. The toys you didn't know what to do with, are in my room under the bed" "I..." "Shhh, just listen to me. Using some of those toys will make it hurt less, even though I know you're scared. If you need to use those toys, then use them. I don't want you to suffer" "It's wrong" "Eren, do you really think I would lie to you or try to trick you?" "N-no" "Then listen to me. I'm not going to think you're bad for touching yourself to get through your heat. And I don't care how many toys you need to use to do so. I promise I'm going to care about you all the same amount once your heat has passed" "Really?" "Yeah" "I don't know if I can do this" "You're amazing and you're strong. I know you can do anything and everything you put your mind to. This is your body Eren and your choice. Ok?" "T-thank you" "You're welcome. I want you to message me between your waves of heat and let me know that you're ok" "I... I'll try" "And don't forget to eat and drink lots. Your body burns through a lot of energy while in heat. So promise me you will" "I will" "I'll see you as soon as I can" He tried not to use the toys. His fingers didn't feel right though. Every time he started feeling wrong about it, he forced himself to remember Levi's words. Levi didn't find this dirty or wrong. When the peak of his heat hit, he finally caved. He'd already moved back into Levi's room because it felt safer, so retrieving the box of toys wasn't that much effort. He just didn't know what to do next. There were so many different things, and his omega didn't know what it wanted, only to be full. Finding one with a suction cap, his mind settled on it. He could do this. Levi wanted him to do this. Pushing it onto the wooden floor, he nervously laughed at the "schtuk" sound it made at it stuck. He didn't know exactly what he wanted to do, but he did know what he wanted to do on Levi. He'd seen other dancers giving blowjobs before. The recipients seemed to really enjoy them, even women though he wasn't sure how that worked. Kneeling, he tentatively ran his hand up and down the silicone shaft, trying to imagine doing this to Levi. Curious, he slid his lips over the top, sucking hard on the plastic as his dick throbbed. He'd never thought he'd actually feel like he liked this... or hard from sucking on a plastic dick. Bobbing his head up and down, his right hand gripped his dick, jerking frantically as he tried to take the dildo deeper in his mouth. Coming, he pushed his mouth too far down, gagging as he choked. Ok. That wasn't fun. He didn't like that. Even as his orgasm rolled through him, his stomach still cramped. It wasn't enough. He needed more. His mind hadn't cleared in the slightest. Clumsily he tried to mount the dildo. His slick making it nearly impossible to slide right down as the plastic would slide up his arse crack. He cheeks flamed with embarrassment. If Levi was there, he probably would have died from it. When he finally lined it up, the blunt head didn't feel right. He wanted to scream and escape, but instead he clawed at the tops of his legs, pushing himself to keep sinking down, before dropping. He saw black for a moment. Everything hurt. His arse throbbed at the sudden intrusions, but slowly the throb began to feel more pleasurable. Instead of just pain, he felt full, like his omega wanted. Groaning, he slowly rocked against the dildo. He wasn't supposed to be feeling this good. Closing his eyes, he could almost believe it was Levi inside of him. The scent of the alpha was still strong in the room. Rising and falling, he found a rhythm that made his whole body feel good. His head killed back as he moaned and mewed, fucking himself like his dynamic demanded. Zeke had told him this was wrong, but why did it feel good then? Coming across the floor in a few small pulses, he continued to ride the dildo. Imagining he was putting on a show for his boyfriend. Imagining Levi was telling him how brave he was and now proud he was. This was how he ended up getting through his heat. He only used the one toy, and it didn't fill him the way his omega wanted, like a knot would. But it did take the cramps away and without the cramps being so bad, he could kind of do things. * When Levi came back, Eren was sure he'd fucked himself into some kind of a daze. All he wanted to do was cuddle. His depression not so bad, other than the need to cling. He felt bad that Levi had to clean everything up, though he had done the floors, but his boyfriend had arrived home much faster than he'd expected him to. It wasn't even half an hour between saying his heat he'd finally passed, to Levi walking through the front door. Making sure he ate and drank, Levi then carried him to his bed, probably because the sheets from Levi's were still in the wash, and laid down with him, peppering kisses to his shoulder as the alpha sighed softly to himself "Levi?" "What's up?" "Are you mad?" Levi sighed again, Eren flinching at the soft sound "No, I'm not mad" "Are you sure?" "I'm sure" "Then why do you keep sighing?" "I didn't realise I was" "You are" Levi snorted, his breath tickling the back of Eren's neck "I'm not mad. I was worried, but you came through your heat" "I... touched myself" "How did it feel?" "Really wrong, but it hurt so much, then maybe alright" "And now?" "I don't want to think about it" "Your heat or touching yourself?" "Both... I kept thinking about you" "I missed you too" "I... I'm sorry. Every time I started to get scared, I thought about you" "Then why are you sorry?" "Because it felt wrong" "Eren, it's not wrong to think about your boyfriend" "But I feel like I broke your trust by thinking about you without permission" "Silly brat. You don't need permission. I'm flattered you thought of me" "You're not disgusted?" "No. Would you be mad if I said I thought about you?" "Me?" "Yep. Your heat started a rut" "I'm so sorry" "You don't need to be sorry. We're taking things slow, and I like it" "But ruts are supposed to hurt too" "It was fine. Besides, I knew you were going through the same thing in your own way. All I wanted to do was come home and make sure you were safe" "I'm sorry you had to leave" "You don't need to be sorry. I promised I'd still be here at the of your heat, didn't I? And I came back home" "Are you sure it's ok?" "It's more than ok. It makes me feel proud to know you're safe and here. That I can provide a safe and warm place for your heat to pass" "I spent most of it in your room. Your scent makes me feel so safe" "I'll take that as a compliment. I know you're sleepy, but I didn't get a chance to tell you last week" What hadn't Levi told him? They're texted... so why hadn't Levi told him whatever it was?! Was it bad? Did his alpha not want him anymore?! His scent soured, causing Levi to hush him softly... but he had to know now, his voice shaking "Tell me what?" "It's nothing bad, I promise. You have a therapy appointment tomorrow. I thought after all that happened, that it would be a good idea" "Oh thank fuck. You're an arsehole. I thought you were going to say you wanted to dump me" "No. I'm not dumping you. Not now and not ever if things go the way I want" "You sounded mad then serious" "Then I'm sorry. I also have something else I need to tell you" "What is it?" "I've been approved for leave. Two full weeks, at the start of November" He couldn't remember what month they were in. He was pretty sure it was towards the end of September, but he'd have to check his phone. His heat had thrown his internal body clock off. Someone could tell him it was January and he wouldn't be surprised "Does that mean... mean we can take Zeke?" "Only if you're ready. I'd still like to take you to the ocean" "Are you sure?" "Yeah. Even if you don't find the perfect place for Zeke, I thought we could spend some quality alone time together" "What about Titan?" "Hanji will check in on him. He's got his feeder and his water, so he'll be just fine" "The ocean..." "Yeah... we can get a nice room, and maybe go on a date?" Eren let out something that sounded suspiciously like a giggle "That would be nice" "That's what I thought. I'm going to make you a doctors appointment too" His happiness turned back into confusion "Why?" "Because if I hadn't woken when I did, we might not have been able to seperate in time. I never want to make you feel uncomfortable..." "But the only time we had sex was during my heat. It's probably a smart idea" "Eren, you know I..." "Levi, it's ok. It's more than ok. It shows you really do care for me. You're thinking of my health, for me... you're always thinking of me. It's a good idea. I wanted you so badly, and it was... let's just say, it was hard to hold back" "I thought you might be mad" "No, I'm not. Thank you. Just, I won't take a suppressant" "I don't mind. In fact, I'd prefer you didn't. I like coming home to your smell, and I'm not the best at always reading the mood, so your scent helps me understand. Also, I don't want you to suffer from having your heat messed with" Snuggling back into Levi's hold, his boyfriend threaded their fingers together "Get some sleep brat. I know how tired you are" "Mmm. Tired doesn't even come close. I have sore muscles that I didn't even know existed" "Did you bath?" "Yep. Bathed and showered... I tried to clean up, but I'm sorry if I missed anywhere" "It's alright. I'll take care of it" * Eren's heat had been a mess. It was obvious he'd tried to clean up, he'd just sort of failed in spots. Like the bathroom hamper... from the bundle of towels, Levi seriously doubted Eren had clothes on at any point of his heat. Lifting them out the basket, he hadn't been able to stop himself from growling at the scent of Eren's slick and spent cum... nor had he been able to stop his already aching dick from getting hard again. He'd spent his rut at Erwin's place. A week of absolute misery for him. He'd found Eren's bag of clothes, and pretty much built himself his own nest to get him through his rut. He wanted Eren every single second of it. He wanted to come home, throw Eren onto their bed, bury himself between his legs and never come out again. Only, Eren's heat wasn't his usual one. The only thing usual about it was the lack of change before it. No changes in his scent, until bam! Eren was in heat. His poor boyfriend had been so scared and confused, but hearing he'd finally touched himself was huge. It wasn't just sexy as hell. It meant that Eren was finally opening up to the idea that it wasn't dirty. He'd already found the dildo the omega had used, thanks to dried water stains on the bathroom counter. The long thick toy, pushing him over the edge... unashamedly he jerked off. His dick still tender as fuck from his rut, but when he came into the same towel Eren had, something about it felt right. He didn't understand what his alpha was thinking. This was their boyfriend. Eren would be scared and confused if he found out... but at the same time, he wanted to cover every single spot Eren's heat scent lingered on with his own. The kid had thrown him for a loop, yet again, and while his alpha seemed to get it, this time Levi was just along for the ride. Ever since Eren had come into his life, everything had changed. Not all of it for the better, and some days his alpha was a complete arsehole over it all, but Eren was precious to him like nothing else he'd ever had. Some days it scared him how hard he'd fallen for the omega. He'd had a family before and lost it all. If he lost Eren, he... he'd never recover from that. A thorough clean through of his apartment helped recenter him. No traces of Eren's heat scent remaining once he was done. He wanted to throw the flowers he'd bought Eren out, but they still had a little life and Eren would be disappointed over not getting to enjoy them... even if they were starting to get pollen all over his table, and crunchy bits of leaves. Maybe he wanted them gone more than he'd realised... no. For Eren's sake, they stayed. His boyfriend lived here with him and they were his gift to do with as he chose. Eren came wandering out of their room at lunch time, padding softly across to him before dropping into his lap with a groan "Everything ok?" "Bad dream" "Wanna talk about it?" "No... I wanna listen to you" "To me?" "Yeah... just anything" "What's the first thing you want to do when you get to the ocean?" "Really? You're making me think?" "Is thinking bad?" "Yes. I don't want to think..." "Then what do you want to do today? I've cleaned the apartment, and I'm off work until tomorrow, we're not allowed to work during a rut. So we can order takeout, watch bad movies and cuddle up like this if you want" "That sounds perfect. Levi, please D-don't let me fall asleep" "I make no promises" Eren nibbled on some pizza, but seemed happier with cuddling up. Titan laying on Eren, Eren laying on him. He hadn't even realised he'd fallen asleep, not until Eren shot up, screaming Zeke's name and narrowly smacking into his face in the process. Running from the living room, Eren was soon throwing up his guts in the bathroom. Fucking Zeke. Getting up, he trailed after Eren. His boyfriend crying as he vomited. Kneeling down, he went to hug his omega, but as soon as he touched Eren, Eren reeled back, scrambling away from him "Don't touch me! Don't! I'll be good... don't hurt him anymore! No! Zeke..." With his hands in his hair, Eren started rocking, mumbling Zeke's name over and over. He had no idea what had triggered him. They'd been watching a bad horror movie, but Eren had fallen quiet before there was any actual splatter scenes. He'd made sure it was one he'd seen, with no bondage scenes or murdered parents or siblings... it was probably the wrong movie to be picking while Eren was in his post heat depression "Eren?" "Go away!" "Eren, its Levi. You need to calm down" "Zeke, I need Zeke" Well Zeke was in a box... in a pile of ashes.... with some hair in a draw "Eren, Zeke died. Come on, you need to wake up" "Zeke" It was a miserable half strangled cry "It's alright. You're alright" Instead of crawling into his arms like he usually did, Eren pushed him away, fleeing out the bathroom and into his room. Flushing the vomit away, he followed Eren to his room, to find the door handle locked "Eren?" "Go away" "Are you ok?" "You let me fall asleep" "I didn't realise you were sleeping" "I... just want to be alone" That was great, but what about what he wanted. He wanted to cuddle his boyfriend and his cat, and just enjoy his day off to recover from his rut "Ok. I'll be out here for when you're ready" "I'm sorry" Switching movie to something lighter, his mind wasn't on it. He couldn't figure what had set Eren off so badly. Even running it through his mind, he still came up clueless. He was probably over thinking it all. Eren had had a nightmare before he'd come out to join him on the sofa. He'd flinched when their pizza arrived and had taken a while to settle back against him. If he'd been thinking, he wouldn't have chosen a stupid horror movie, but Eren really seemed to like them. He enjoyed pointing out the mistakes the characters made, just like Levi did with Erwin. He'd thought it would distract Eren from his own thoughts, but it didn't work out that way. Fuck. Trying to be considerate was harder than he'd thought it would be. Even if things came naturally with Eren, when panic attacks happened or the nightmares, his first thought was alway what had he done wrong. How had he set Eren off? He'd never worried about it in that way before, but he had now that they were dating... he felt like any little setback was his fault. He wasn't used to feeling like this. And he hated it. This wasn't him. He knew he wasn't the cause of Eren's "damage". Zeke was... the same Zeke that Eren had wanted over him. As he realised all of this stemmed back to the fact he was jealous of the blonde haired abusive fucker, his mood fell further. Eren was his now. He had no need to be fucking jealous and his alpha could go suck a dick for being such an arsehole.

[loveinpanem-blog]

Love in Dark Places

@mega-aulover gets a the credit for this title and some ideas that made there way here. Thank you @chele20035 for being my bata last minute! This is rated E for smut.

Happy Valentine’s Day Everlarkers! ❤ @savvylark

Something about you makes me feel like a dangerous woman.

This should feel wrong but it feels so right. His hot kisses have become more intense and more delicious. His lips make a trail down my neck, leaving a fire in their wake. He bites and sucks my pulse point and I lose my breath. I trail my hands up and down his broad chiseled chest and mural of beautiful  body art, tattooed in his skin to camouflage the painful childhood scar his mother left. I shove him down to the bed and make a point to kiss every single scar. We don’t talk about it, but we know they’re there, and where they came from.

He moans and draws a need deep within me for more. He finds the clasp from my bra and frees me. His talented fingers trace my spine. I sigh in his touch.

We don’t talk about how we once knew each other years ago. We pretend we were strangers, attracted to one another, who met and flirted at a bar thousands of miles from where we grew up.

As his luscious lips trail down my chest I can’t help but hum in anticipation. My heart is pounding wildly, and I’m nearly breathless as I watch this perfect man slowly unravel me.  Fulfilling all my teenage fantasies.

He lifts his gaze to meet mine, deep blue eyes meet silvery gray and I could almost pretend that he’s thinking the same thing, that he’s fantasized about this. He bites that sexy lower lip and can’t help but gawk at his near perfection.

I’ve never wanted anyone like I wanted Peeta, but he was off limits, which only fueled my growing and frustrating desire for him. Some of these feelings I chalked up to physical attraction and teenage hormones. The dangerous desire of forbidden love. Yet, I could never ever shake this innate connected feeling with this guy. Clearly, nothing in this room has anything to do with hormones, the chemistry and heat has been mind blowing.

How many times had I tried to pretend I didn’t get lost in these very deep blue pools of his eyes that speak depths of wonder, beauty, and pain?

How distracted I would get with those impossibly long eyelashes! They should get tangled up, but somehow never did.

How I would daydream about his plump lips wrapped around my bottom lip, wondering what he would taste like. My heart seems to do a double take in disbelief.

I reach up to capture his lips again just to confirm this is real and not a daydream I’ve imaged since high school. My lips are greedy as I pull and nip and suck his. Our tongues meet and dance, stroking and exploring. Like kindling, building the heat and fanning the fire inside me.

His hands crawl up my ribs and brush the sides of my breasts teasingly a few times. I twitch a little in anticipation. When his hands finally cup my breasts I make a low noise I didn’t know I was capable of. I try to remember to breathe as his lips travel down my neck again. I feel a smile from his face on my collarbone.

He’s remembering the time I tried to land that jump and fell off Madge Undersee’s bike, breaking my collarbone. The first real instances we got close without his step-sister around. He felt responsible because it was definitely his fault. You don’t dare Katniss Everdeen to do something, even if I was only an 11 year old and he was 13, I refused to back out of the challenge. He knew it too, and he used that slick tongue of his to convince me. That slick tongue is traveling down my shoulder.

I’m brought back to the present as he bite my shoulder, while his fingers brush and squeeze my nipples. I moan and wiggle my hips, shifting my thighs, attempt to find any kind of friction.

I was entirely awkward about anything remotely romantic or sexual for the longest time as an early teen. While other girls were fantasizing about prince charming I was prancing around with Gale in the woods, probably full of mud. My mother assured me that I was just a late bloomer. I had even wondered if I had any sexual preferences at all because I wasn’t attracted to anyone in that way.

Until one day, wrestling champ and golden boy Peeta Mellark and I were seated on the porch of the house his mom and the major call home drinking lemonade. Nothing out of the ordinary, but usually we have his step-sister Madge as an optimistic buffer.

I can’t even remember what lead to such a dark turn in our conversation but we accidentally started to talk about painful memories of our past. Instead of the conversation being awkward, it was amazingly cathartic. It felt like releasing the pressure of a painful festering injury.

Everyone saw this picture perfect boy, when the truly painful things he continued to struggle with had a way of digging in and eating away inside. He hid it all with a kind smile and quick humor.

There was a moment where we stood gaping at each other. Suddenly I saw him in entirely new light, but what truly scared me was, I saw something I identified with. I recognized his soul being just like mine, battered and bruised, but resilient and courageous.

That Emily Brontë quote runs through my mind once again, “Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

I tried, but I’ll never forget how my heart leapt out of my chest upon the recognition, the awakening within me. I was captivated by this man.  

I started having dreams about him, innocent at first, just he and I against the world in various settings, hand in hand. I started to find myself more attracted to Peeta Mellark with each time I saw him. The dreams took on a more physical and eventually explicit nature.

My attention is drawn back as Peeta’s searing lips reach my nipples and I arch into him. His hands run down my back and start to play with the waist of my jeans. My fingers sink into his wavy blond hair. I love it longer and unruly like this.

It may have been my imagination, but it seemed from that day, the way I saw Peeta changed, he started to go through his own metamorphosis. He dropped out of wrestling, “One championship title was enough,” he said. He spent more time concentrated on artwork, dropped the debate team, in favor of drama club.

He was also able to stand up for what he wanted, despite what his mother pressured on him. Insead of his neatly styled Ivy League haircut he grew it a little longer on the top. His preppy attire shifted to reflect a more creative and darker Peeta. It fit him better and people took notice.

In my naive mind, I used to think that I was the catalyst for Peeta taking his life back and,not being a piece in his mom’s calculating chess game. I let go of that idea a long time ago.

My hands grip his back slip down the plains of his muscular back, I trail my hands around and down his abs, follow the happy trail and ever so quietly lessen his belt and lower his zipper ever so slightly. I have admired his infamous backside and appreciated how nicely he fills out a pair of jeans. I dip my hands past the band of his boxer briefs and cup each cheek while he lavishes the other breast with strokes of his tongue. I’m writhing under his ministrations.

He still has the same familiar scent of herbs and a specific peeta sent that brings to mind memories of happier times. Of innocence, but also the thrill of desire for him that courses through me. The familiarity alone is starting to drive me wild. I smooth my hands around his hips and down each let as I start to ease his pants down.

He’s momentarily startled, as I hear a sharp intake of breath. I wriggle and use my feet to push the pants down further. I tangle my legs with his and a line our hit centers and move my hips in slow figure eights. The guttural deep moan I’m rewarded with shoots spark to my very core.

Peeta looks up at me with an intense look I only recognize because I might be giving him the same one. I don’t understand how this can be the most intensely hot encounter to date and yet this connection feels like coming home all at once.

Peeta was so hot in high school, it was no secret. He dated the most gorgeous girls to walk those halls. His artistic endeavors didn’t put a damper on his popularity, he was still crowned homecoming king. His artwork was displayed all over the school. He seemed more mysterious Peeta and that much more alluring. The more artist dark Peeta challenged text book popularity, his depth and commitment to being true to himself started tidal wave of change in people all around him. Cliques didn’t matter, race and sexual orientation seemed to fade as a division. Peeta boldly accepted everyone and cause others to question their prejudice.

It meant a lot to me that he still chose to walk with me, a lowly sophomore and his little (step)sister’s sullen and surly friend to choir on his way to the drama department his entire senior year. I always tried to keep my heart from pounding out of my chest, but once he started our conversation I was always put at ease. I kept thinking he would get side tracked by a friend more worthy of his attention, but he was unwavering.

Still unwavering, and so much sexier in present day, Peeta is hovering over me.  His eyes, hazy with lust make my stomach flip, I tremble under his touch. His hand smooths over my hip, and get the strong urge to kiss him again.

Oh lordy, I might actually be addicted to his lips. I grab his head and pull it down to mind. Our lips smash together not as aggressively this time. Our tongues meet and dart and chase. His hand now cups the front of my pelvis and I moan into his mouth. Instinctively I reach for his length, I don’t know what I was expecting but it’s impressive, I gasp.

“Oooh Katniss!” I hear his low voice groan my name in my ear.

This is the first time either of us has acknowledged that we know each other beyond tonight. I think it’s been 6 years since either of us has set foot in our shitty hometown, and just about the same that we’ve seen one other. I wonder what this means for the evening, for our little game?

I run my hand up and down his manhood a few times teasingly. His ragged breath against my throat is doing things to me. His fingers wonder and tease until he rubbing me with more pressure and more purpose. I release him as he scoots his body further down to kiss my stomach and dip his tongue in my belly button, his kisses trail lower. I pant in anticipation as he continues to stroke with just the right amount of pressure on my core.

I think of all the times I admonished myself for these dirty thoughts. The pep talks I had in my head about how he was off limits, and how dangerous it was to fantasize about such things with Peeta of all people, most wanted man of Panem High. After Madge’s falling out with her former friend and brother’s ex, we made a pact, brothers and step-brothers are off limits, until further discussion.

There were a few times when we had Show Choir performances at the All School Assembly. I could have sworn I saw Peeta’s eyes locked with mine as I sang, in some sort of trance. Like he knew I was singing for him. Like he was aware that he gave me courage to do so, with every day that he existed. With every fiber of his being. I had to brushed it off the thoughts. Just my imagination playing tricks on me.

But the look he was giving me earlier, eyes boring into my very soul, recognizing it's… no, don’t go there, just enjoy this.

My underwear is flung across the room and he pins my legs down and draws them further apart as if a man on a mission. I blush at the vulnerable feelings I have, drape my arm over my eyes and sigh. His hands travel up my thighs and I desperately try not to growl.

I’m a girl on fire, a raging inferno is building inside me, only be quenched by a man that doesn’t know he possesses my heart. This tattooed tortured artist with mesmerizing eyes, and the kindest heart despite this cruel world.

His strong tongue and slender fingers reaching where I had been waiting years for him. Elicits in me things I didn’t know were possible. I’m dazed and lost in wave after wave of pleasure. I’m flying and its glorious. Fantasy and daydreams be damn. As the euphoric energy sends my head buzzing I am awakened some how. I feel like a new woman. I feel dangerous. Aggressive. Desired.

I shove Peeta down and straddle him with a wicked grin. His eyes meet mine. Predator and prey. I roll my hips and a deep moan reverberates through him. I bite my lip in attempt to hold in the smile and satisfaction I feel from his primal reaction. I gave him that reaction.

He sits up reaching for his wallet on the nights stand to retrieve a condom, I keep my body flush to his and trail kisses along his jawline. I hear the foil packet crinkle. The anticipation does weird flowery things to my heart. I should feel lucid with lust, instead I’m giddy, like I’m about to get away with tasting  forbidden fruit I’ve wanted for eons.

He takes the lead, he wraps me in his strong arms and whispers the most poetic filthy things about my body. I growl and murmer my appreciation as his hands travel and explore.

I gasp as he teases my cavern with the tip. He lifts my left leg and drapes my ankle above his shoulder.

“Please Peeta, I need you. Ruin me.” I repeat some of his desires he whispered in my ear.

We share a moan as he slides deep inside me. My slick walls welcome him and the safety and confidence I feel in him, in this moment of vulnerability are not lost on me. I open my eyes search his face. Awe and wonder, probably read in my face as well. His blue eyes seem to dance with emotions. I’m so swept up in this moment I don’t try to understand it. I just grip it for dear life with my very being.

Somehow, I don’t have words, but it feels as if being reunited, being pieces together. To recognize my own heart entwined with someone else’s in an other worldly sense.

We move as one colliding and giratung, a slow and sensual dance. We are one and I am whole.

I can’t look away, I’m locked in place with his gaze and I feel like I’m soaring high above this world. “Ooooh, Katnisss you feel incredible.” Peeta groans as his low baritone vibrates into my chest where his face is buried between my breasts.

I never pretended to understand love, but the depths of affection I’m pouring out as waves of pleasure wash over me forces me to recognize that this might be similar.

I should be scared. I should hide and escape the intensity, but I’m not strong enough. I can’t escape how deeply he’s rooted himself in me. Someone who became a very part of my being a long time ago.

The tension in the air and friction our bodies create hurl us forward, we dive and dip, faster and harder. He murmurs filthy things in my ear as he pulls me on top of him. His expression euphoric, jaw dropped, eyes nearly rolling back in his head and filled with emotion. I ride him until we’re tumbling into oblivion. I collapse on top of him as he mutters broken obscenities into my neck,  sputters and grunts that indicate his release. I continue to squeeze and milk him deep within me until I know he’s finally sated. I catch my breath and let out a light chuckle, relief and happiness revealed. Peeta wipes away the tears that escaped my eyes mid-orgasm.

I sigh. My hands lazily roam over his shoulders and the plains and dips of his chest. He holds my gaze and flashes a shy crooked smile, wraps me in his warm embrace and pulls me tight. He smooths a lock of hair out of my eyesight and studies my eyes and face for ages. I wish I could read his expression, or the look he’s giving me but I can’t place it. I also haven’t seen him in a very long time.

There’s so much I want to say to him but words elude me.

You’re the one I’m on fire for.

You left a mark on my heart and memory forever.  

I don’t believe in soulmates but this is making me rethink everything I thought I knew.

Don’t ever let you me go.

Peeta holds tighter to me as if I am something precious he could lose. My heart melts, I’m putty in his hands.

The fear of parting ways grows heavy on my heart. I don’t know how to fight it, but if we don’t talk it may strangle me from the inside.

“Do you–”

“Where do–” we speak at the same time then laugh nervously.

“Where do you call home Katniss? I know you’re here on a business trip like I am.”

[princesstreaclefanfic]

Chapter One

Disclaimer - All recognisable characters belong to their original owners. I do not make a profit from writing this; I simply do it for my own amusement. No copyright infringement intended.

Chapter One

Bella

It had been about three years since vampires came ‘out of the coffin’. Since the development of synthetic blood, they had no need to hide anymore – humans were safe, they no longer needed to feed on us. Tru Blood they called it.  How it tasted I don’t know, and how much vampires like it I had no idea, but I did know this – I wanted to serve a bottle of it to someone. A vampire to be specific. Some humans come in and order it, but it’s not the same. They never finish the bottle. I don’t think we have a vampire in Forks, or at least not one who visits Black’s Bar and Grill - that’s the place I work in. Jacob was nice enough to give me the job when I turned eighteen, and for the past five years, I’ve been working here. Sure, it’s not a fancy job, but it pays the bills and allows me as much time with my Grandpa as possible – who is one of the most important people to me in the world. The other being my cousin… and my best friend, Rose.

Rosalie Hale’s her full name, and I love her to pieces. Grandpa raised us both after my parents were killed and Rose’s abandoned her. They left her because, well to use Grandpa’s term, because we’re ‘special’. He says we’ve been given a gift that we should cherish and use. Both of us can read minds. It’s something that we both hate at times because sometimes all you can hear is people’s thoughts – and they aren’t always the nicest. We’ve gotten better at shutting it out though.  Rose is able to do it whenever, but I can only do it when I really concentrate. That’s one of the reasons I like Forks – there aren’t that many people, so I don’t have to deal with all the noise in my head.  It’s better than the larger towns and cities that surround us.

“Are you daydreaming again?” A loud voice interrupts my thoughts. I turn and see Jacob Black looking at me as he dries a glass before putting it under the bar. Jacob has been my best friend since we were five years old. He knows everything there is to know about me – including the mind reading.

“Isn’t that what she always does?” Rosalie says as she walks behind the bar and places the tray down that she had. She throws me a cheeky grin, and I smile at her. This was what we did – torment and tease each other.

I shook my head at both of them before I stuck my tongue out. “Just because my thoughts are more interesting than you two, doesn’t mean you should get jealous.” They both laughed at me before the dinnertime rush began, and we became swamped with orders.

“Bella baby, you want to get me another beer?” Mike asked as he came in with the construction crew he worked with.

“No thanks,” I replied, his thoughts flooding my head. I wish she would let me between her legs, I’d show her a good time. Teach her how to suck cock well. The details became more graphic so I took a deep breath, calmed my mind, and put my mental shield up. My own thoughts flooded back into my mind, and I smiled at the peacefulness I got.

“Aw come on sweet cheeks. A cold beer for daddy?” He smiled at me, and I just smiled meekly back before going around the bar to get him his order. “And a couple more for my boys!” he shouted loudly, gesturing to the group of people who now stood around him. They all cheered at the prospect of free alcohol.

“Why do you serve him?” Rosalie asked me as she came up behind me and began to serve the people now crowding around the bar.

“Because he’s a paying customer,” Jacob said before I could respond.

Rosalie rolled her eyes at him. They had always had a love/hate relationship.  He was either defending her from drunk guys trying to get into her pants, or he was making dumb blonde jokes to her face. She often complained about how he smelt like a dog – a joke I never got – or they would be laughing and joking together.

I gave Jacob ‘the look’ and he just gave me a cheeky grin, the whiteness of his teeth a stark contrast to the white of his skin.

“I serve him because he gives great tips,” I told them. “And because he’s just joking around.” I pulled the lids of the glass bottles and began to put them on a tray.

“Bella, come on, you know as well as I do all the lewd things he wants to do to you,” Rosalie said as she slid a glass across to a customer. “You can’t deny that his thoughts are creepy and that if he didn’t come in here, you wouldn’t miss him.” She shot me a pointed look and I knew this was an argument I had lost.

Mike was harmless in the bigger scheme of things, and if he didn’t walk back into this bar ever again, I know I wouldn’t mind. His thoughts were rude and made me feel uncomfortable with the amount of detail he’d put into them. Don’t get me wrong, I am by no means a virgin – that train left the station when I was seventeen years old to a boy I thought I was in love with. It was three minutes of awkwardness and made me realize just how unprepared I was for it. I, of course, have had sexual relationships since then, but none that have made me want to scream.

After mulling over my sexual encounters with the various men through the years, I walk over to Mike’s table and serve him and his friends some beers before I walk back over the bar and fall into my daydream.  This time it’s finding out there are more people like me and Rose; that we’re not alone and seen as ‘freaks’ or outcasts.

My thoughts run wild, and I dream up a whole world where life is made easier and we fit in. This is the only thing I can think about as I go around the tables taking orders and trying to block out the noise from others people’s heads.

I’m drawn out of this though a few hours later by the chime above the door ringing, letting us know a new customer has entered. I turn to see who it is, expecting to see one of the regulars.  Instead, I am met with a very pale man, with copper hair and green eyes looking around the bar. He sits down in a booth in the corner, and my eyes never leave him. I’m too intrigued. I don’t like reading other’s minds as it can be seen as an invasion of privacy, but for some reason, I am drawn to his. I focus on his profile and try to link with him, try to create a bridge into which I can hear his every thought.

I don’t hear anything. I struggle and look around wondering what’s happening before he looks over at me, and I flush bright red at being caught staring. I fumble with my pen and paper and go to take his order.

“Hello sir, what can I get for you?” I ask, willing the redness on my face to disappear.

He smiles up at me and for the first time in my life, I find myself wanting to call a man beautiful. His pale skin is so perfect, there is not one blemish and his eyes are as green as the rainforest. His lips look smooth and soft whilst his jaw looks definitive. I have an urge to kiss it and trace the outline. I bite my lip to try and stop my thoughts, but when he gaze darkens I know I’m done for. His face will be the one I see when I feel lonely and need something to relieve the tension. His hands will be the ones I feel when I daydream about being taken away to a remote island. His eyes will be the ones I see when I close mine.

“Do you sell Tru Blood?” He asks nervously, and I look at him, shocked that this is actually happening.

“Uh, yeah, yeah we do…” There was a pause where neither of us spoke

“Can I have…” he began to ask just as I said, “Do you want…” We both laughed nervously, and I tried to calm my rapidly beating heart.

“Ladies first,” he tells me, gesturing towards my body with one hand as the other rubbed his jaw.

“I was just going to ask what type you wanted,” I told him as I nervously began to chew on the end of the pen. After a few seconds, I remembered what I was doing and stopped. It’s not a very attractive feature to eat your pen when there’s a handsome man sat watching you.

“AB positive… Warmed up?” He asked me, phrasing it as a question. I nodded and turned around, trying my best not to trip over my own feet as I went to go and get it from the cooler.

The cooler was round the back of the bar so I rounded the corner and saw Rosalie leant over and getting some bottles out of it. I ran over with a little squeal and gripped her sides hard. I was so excited it was hard to contain!

“What’s gotten into you?” she asked as she spun around, and I took hold of her hands, a large smile spreading across my face.

“There’s a vampire here!” I said to her in excitement. Giving a few jumps for good measure.

“Seriously?” Rosalie asked as I nodded before she smiled back at me. “He asked for some Tru Blood?” I nodded, and she moved out of the way to allow me access to the cooler.

“Which one is he?” She asked, moving towards the front of the bar. “Maybe I can read his mind?”

“That’s the thing,” I began. “I tried to read his mind, and I couldn’t hear anything.” Rosalie looked at me. “Has that ever happened to you?” I asked her, curious to know if she had ever come across anything like this.

“No, never. I mean even babies have thoughts… well… more like images or feelings. I always get something.”

I nodded. It was strange, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t a welcome relief not to have to work to block someone out. I grabbed the bottle he requested and took the top off. I then brought it up to my nose to smell it – to see if it smelled like real blood. It didn’t; in fact, it didn't really smell of anything.

“Did you really just do that?” Rose asked me, a shocked look on her face. I nodded and blushed. She shook her head and laughed as she moved back to the main part of the bar to take people’s orders.

I placed the bottle on a tray and took it round to the front of the bar to where the microwave was. I opened the small door and placed it inside, setting the timer for two minutes... I didn’t really know how long to warm it for, so two minutes seem the best bet. I spied him sitting by himself, and I felt myself involuntarily smiling. I studied him, tracing his facial features with my eyes.

I probably would have stayed that way if the pinging from the microwave hadn’t of drawn me out of my reverie. I gave a small jump and saw Edward’s head turn in my direction. I blushed at my actions and turned my back towards him as I went to the microwave to get his Tru Blood. The bottle was warm when I touched it, so I assume it was what he wanted. Placing it on the tray, I walked over to the booth he was sat in and placed the bottle down in front of him.

“Here you go,” I told him with a smile, loving the way his eyes lit up.

“Thanks,” he told me as he took a sip and nodded, as if to confirm to me it’s what he wanted. I smiled and stood there. After a few seconds, he looked back up at me and I smiled.

“Did you want anything else?” He questioned me, and I blushed.

“I don’t know,” I told him nervously. I wasn’t quite sure what I was waiting for. “I’ve never met someone like you,” I admitted and he just smiled.

“Someone like me? As in a vampire?” he questioned and I nodded nervously, worried he might take offence at my fascination.

“What do you want to know?” he asked, a smile still gracing his lips.

“Um, everything!” I told him excitedly as he gestured to the seat across from him in the booth. I smiled and sat down, my heart racing at being so close to a vampire.

“Where shall we start?” he asked and my mind raced with all the different questions I could ask him.

“What’s your name?” I had other questions I wanted to ask him, but this seemed the safest.

“Edward. Edward Masen.” He told me and I smiled. “What’s yours?”

“Isabella. Isabella Swan.” I told him in a similar fashion to how he told me his name. “But people usually call me Bella.”

He smiled before he tried my name out on his tongue, “Bella.” There was a pause. “A beautiful name, for a beautiful person.”

I blushed before I asked him, “How old are you?” trying to get his attention off of me.

“Do you mean how old was I when I was turned, or how long have I been on this Earth?”

“Both,” I told him as he took a sip from the bottle, my eyes following the long length of his neck as he gulped down the red liquid.

“My body is twenty-five years old; however, I have been on this Earth for one hundred and seventy-six years,” he told me as my jaw dropped open at the thought.

“Wow…” I trailed off. “Does that mean you’ve seen all the changes that have happened?” He nodded his head and my mind began to race over what had changed in my lifetime, let alone what must have changed in his.

“How old are you Isabella?” He asked me. I blushed at the use of my full name. It’s something people very rarely called me, usually I was ‘B’ or ‘Bella’.

“Twenty three,” I said as he smiled back at me. “I thought I was questioning you?”

“I figured a question for a question is a fair deal.” His eyes had a sparkle to them and found myself grinning.

“But I’m not interesting.” It was true. There wasn’t anything special about me… apart from the mind reading, but he didn’t need to know that. “I’m just a girl from a small town.”

“Well, I think you’re interesting,” he told me and my face felt hot as I flushed red. “Besides, I’m from Forks.”

“Really?” I asked as he nodded in response to my question. “Why did you come back?”

“When The Great Revelation happened . . . ” he began, referring to the title the papers had given to vampires acknowledging their existence “. . . I decided I didn’t want to hide from my roots anymore and came back. Before there was a chance people might have recognized me, but now, I think all of the people who would have are dead. And besides, it no longer matters; our existence is no longer a secret.” I nodded when he finished his explanation and smiled at him.

There was a silence between us as we both seemed to take each other in. I took in the green or his eyes and the way his hair colour changed slightly depending on what angle I looked at him, but it always held the base copper colour. He was tall, but not so much that he made me feel inferior like Jake. Jake was six foot seven and if I had to guess I say Edward was about six feet four. A good height seeing as I was five eight, the same height as Rosalie.

“Do you eat?” I asked him after the silence became too much for. It made me nervous that I couldn’t read his thoughts, and therefore I couldn’t read him.

“No, we survive purely off blood.”

“Can you survive purely off Tru Blood?” I asked Edward, my eyes darting to the bottle he had in his hands, his long fingers wrapped around it.

“We could if we wanted to, but it would be hard. Drinking synthetic blood is very different to drinking human blood. It satisfies the thirst but doesn’t curb our need to hunt. That’s why I asked for warm Tru Blood – It’s more… realistic.” I nodded, grateful that he wasn’t too graphic in his explanation.

“Does it taste like real blood?” Edward was quiet for a moment as if he was thinking about his answer.

“No, but it does the job.”

“Like sugar-free coke?” I asked as he smiled and laughed. I blushed when I realised I just compared coke to blood and put my reddening face in my hands.

“You could say that,” Edward said, happiness evident in his voice.

I kept my head in my hands as I shook my head and felt two cold hands prise them away from my face. I looked into his eyes and saw he was staring intently at me.

“Your hands are really cold,” I told him, noticing his eyes never left mine.

“What do you think of me, Isabella?” I heard him ask in a deep voice. It was enchanting.

“You seem like a nice person," I told him as I sat back and broke eye contact with him. When I looked up a few seconds later he was still staring at me, but this time with a confused look on his face.

“Do you feel any different?” He asked me as he slowly released my hands, placing one on the table and using the other one to wrap it around his bottle.

“No,” I told him, and he nodded as he sat back in his seat, his eyes surveying me as I suddenly felt uncomfortable under the scrutiny of his gaze.

“I should probably let you get back to work,” he told me as his body posture because more rigid and his head turned away from me.

“Y-Yeah okay,” I said as I got up and left, feeling hurt by his sudden rejection of me. I walked into the kitchen where I placed my back against the door once it was shut and went over what just happened in my head.

“It wasn’t you,” Rosalie said as she came out of the freezer with a box full of food.

I just looked at her. “You know I don’t like it when you read my mind,” I told her and she shrugged her shoulders.

“That’s kind of hard not to do when you're practically screaming in your head.”

I sighed as Rosalie placed the box down on the counter and came and stood in front of me. “Stop doubting yourself. He’s a vampire, he’s bound to be a little… strange. Let it go.” She gave me a hug before picking the box back up and taking it through to the kitchen where the cook – Tyler – was preparing the meals for the customers.

I shook my head and tried to clear it of the copper-haired supernatural. I didn’t need any distractions.

As I went back out to the main part of the bar, I saw the Edward had been joined by two of the regulars that we often get in; Ann and Ken. Both were alcoholic drug dealers who were more than just acquainted with the authorities. Ann had her arm wrapped around him and Ken was smirking at them from across the booth. I didn’t like it.

“What are they doing?” I asked Jacob who was playing bartender tonight. He pulled a pint before he looked over at them.

“Probably trying to wrangle some free drinks out of him. Looks like he can afford it,” Jake said with a snort, and I just elbowed him.

Something didn’t feel right so I opened my mind up and allowed the thoughts to flow in. I concentrated on the two people who were currently all over Edward and narrowed the space between my mind and theirs.

I can’t wait to get him outside, God, I bet he’s going to taste fantastic Ann’s sour voice ‘said’. I crinkled my face up – they weren’t vampires were they? And besides, since when did people drink the blood of vampires?

I leaned into Ken’s mind, hoping it could give me some answers. We’re going to drain him dry and get a nice penny from it too. I looked around – I don’t know why, but it’s a habit I’ve gotten into. I was confused and worried about Edward. I saw Rose serve some of the college guys that come in here and ran up to her, catching her off guard, when I once again, gripped her sides hard and steered her off to a secluded section of the bar.

“Bella, what are you doing?” She asked. “We’re swamped tonight and you haven’t been that much help. All you’ve done is stare at the vampire and talk to him.” I blushed. “So, unless this is really important, please, please help me.”

“It is important,” I told her as I dragged her further into the secluded area of the bar.

“Ann and Ken want to drain Edward.”

“Drain him, what do you mean drain him?” I shrugged my shoulders, I didn’t know what it meant, but it didn’t sound good. “Bella, they’re a bunch of drunks. Their thoughts are muddled at the best of times. You’ve probably got no need to worry.” She began to walk away from me and back to the bar where Tyler was placing the food he had just cooked.

I have a bad feeling I whispered into her mind and I saw Rose look at me out of the corner of her eye.

Stop worrying Bella, he’s a vampire – he can take care of himself. I nodded and pushed him out of my mind.

***

I had for the most part been able to forget about Edward for the past few hours, but when he got up to leave with Ann and Ken my heart began to race and a felt a sort of, panic set over me.

They had been the last three patrons in the bar, so we had started to clear up for the night.

Before they left, I watched as Edward turned and caught my eye, before he opened the door and went into the night.

I looked away from the door for a second before I looked back, almost expecting him to be there.

I went behind the bar and began to wipe the surfaces the down, praying that he would be safe. I didn’t know him, but there was no need for anyone to harm Edward.

As I mused on vampires and how different Edward seemed to be from the stereotypical view of them, a loud thought permeated my mind - so loud, in fact, it was if someone was shouting directly in my ear.

“I’m going to take the rubbish out!” I hastily called as I grabbed the bag and ran out the front of the bar.

“Okay…” Jake said with a puzzled look crossed his face.

I ran out into the dark night and once the door had shut behind me, I dropped the bag of rubbish and began listening to the thoughts of Ann and Ken. They were slurred and hard to make out like they were drunk but on something more potent.

I heard giggling and ran towards a group of trees that were outside the bar. I hit the low hanging branches out the way as they hit me in the face and my heart sped up for fear that I was too late. I came to a clearing in the middle of the trees and a gasp left my throat. Edward was laid on the floor, chains holding his hands, feet, and neck down. There were tubes coming from both arms and a crimson liquid was running out of them and into several bell jars that were located on the grass beside him. Ann and Ken were also either side of him laughing, their faces stained with the same crimson that was flowing out of the jars.

I desperately began looking around for something that I could use to help Edward. Just as my panic started to reach an all-time high, my foot got caught in something, and when I looked down, I could see a large branch laid on the floor.

“This’ll have to do,” I muttered, stepping out into the clearing, not quite sure how I can save Edward, but feeling that I have to try.

“Hey! You two!” I shout and watch as Ann and Ken both look at me shocked and angry. “You leave him alone! He doesn’t deserve whatever you’re doing to him!” I realise my ‘warning’ didn’t come out as strong as I would have liked because my voice is shaking and my hands are sweating, so I have to keep changing my grip on the branch.

“What do you want you stupid bitch?” Ann slurs as she raises herself off of her knees and begins to shakily walk towards me. Ken just laughs maniacally before he falls flat on the floor and begins to murmur to himself.

“I want you to let him go,” I tell her, my voice firm, but my heart pounding.

“That ain’t going to happen,” she tells me as she continues to walk towards me. “You see, we need him – he’s like a money tree to us.” Ann keeps getting closer so I take a step back.

“Don’t come any closer!” I warn her. “I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if I have to!” My threat doesn’t affect her and she continues to walk forward.

“You’re not going to hurt me,” Ann says as she kneels back to the floor. “In fact, I’d go as far to say as I’m going to hurt you!” With this she throws something off the ground at me and within seconds, the cold and hard surface of that object has hit me in the side of my face and I fall to the ground as the pain radiates through my head.

I’m aware I made a shriek and hope that we’re not too far into the clearing so that Jacob, Rose, and Tyler can still hear me. As I fall to the floor, Ann is back up on her feet in a second and on top of me after that. She straddles my waist and begins to smack my face. At one point she holds my chin with one hand as her other makes a fist and she punches me in the cheek. I cry out again and I hear Ken laugh and when he laughs, Ann begins to laugh as well.

I take a deep breath as I realise if I don’t fight back, I’m not getting out of this alive. Using all the strength I have, I force Ann off of me and manage to swap positions, so she’s underneath me. Her hands are pushing at me, trying to get me to relent, but I just keep slamming her head into the ground. Eventually, she is weak enough that she stops fighting, and I stand up and look over at Ken. He’s on his feet now looking between me and his wife.

“What have you done?” He shouts at me, his eyes continually darting between me and the women on the floor.

My heart is pounding, and before I know it, Ken’s charging me. I don’t have time to react and his body flies into mine as he pins me to the ground. His fists are stronger than Ann’s and he delivers more crushing blows. I begin to see spots in my vision and the metallic taste of blood fills my mouth. I lift my hands to cover my face, but his hands are unrelenting and don’t stop. They slice through mine like a knife through warm butter, just injuring me more in the process.

Cries fall from my mouth as I pray for someone to save us, or to at least save Edward, who hasn’t made a movement or a sound since I arrived. As my vision becomes blurred, I close my eyes. Blood begins to slide down my face from the numerous cuts I just hope that Rosalie will be alright without me and look after Grandpa.

A loud thwack forces me to open my eyes and I see Rosalie stood above me, wielding a baseball bat in her hands. She’s breathing loudly and tendrils of hair have slipped out of her once perfect ponytail.

“You’re lucky I fucking love you.” Is the only thing she says as she lowers the bat and helps me to my feet. I sway at first, struggling to stop the pain from taking over me. Ken groans from his place on the ground but makes no other noise.

“Could someone help me?” A strained voice asks and Rosalie and I both look towards Edward. There is steam coming from the silver around him as well as blood staining the otherwise perfect metal.

We both run towards him and kneel down.

“What do we do?” Rosalie asks Edward as her hands hover above the chains, unsure how to remove them.

“Take them off me,” Edward growls and we both begin gently peeling them away from his skin. He cries but tells us not to stop and as the silver chains come away; it leaves big gashes where they were. I gasp and Edward gives me a small smile. “Silver is one of our weakness, it can render us useless.”

Once he’s unchained, he takes the needles out of his arms that were supplying the crimson liquid to the bell jars.

“What is it?” I ask as his arms become covered in the crimson liquid.

“My blood,” he tells me and Rosalie and I share a look.

“I thought you didn’t have any blood inside of you?” Rosalie asked as she nervously bit her lip.

“We have blood,” Edward tells us as he groans and props himself up on his elbows.

“Can we do anything to help?” I ask and Edward looks around.

“Can you prop me up against that tree please?” Rosalie and I both nod and drag him carefully to the nearby oak tree.

“Do you need to go to the hospital?” Rosalie asked Edward, noticing he was losing a lot of blood and seemed to be extremely weak.

“No, I should heal by myself.”

“You can do that?” I asked and he nodded.

“I don’t think it’s working,” Rosalie whispered and we both looked at her to see her staring at Edward’s arm, which was now covered in a deep crimson colour and beginning to drip onto the floor of the forest.

“They drained me of the majority of my blood. It may take a while for me to heal,” Rosalie and I exchanged another look.

“Is there anything we can do to speed to process up?” I ask.

“Give me some of your blood,” Edward tells Rosalie and I as we both look at each other shocked.

“You want my blood?” I asked nervously as he nods his head.

“No way!” Rosalie shouts. “You are not going to suck her dry. We can find someone else to do it.”

“Rosalie,” I say her name, causing her to look up at me. “Do you see anybody about? The only other people remotely close to us are Jake and Tyler, and highly doubt that either of them are going to volunteer themselves.”

“If you wrap silver around one of your hands you can always push me off if I take too much,” Edward told us and Rosalie looked nervously between the both of us.

“How do we know if you have taken too much?”

“She’ll pass out,” Edward said and I nodded.

Rosalie sat back on her haunches and watched as I wrapped silver around one of my hands and offered Edward my other one. He smiled gratefully and pulled my wrist towards him. He offered me a final smile before his fangs darted out of his gums. A small gasp left my mouth at the sight of the sharp white fangs and a louder one spilled out when he bit into my wrist.

The sharp fangs slid easily through my skin and they were accompanied by a stinging sensation that made me hiss in pain. Rosalie’s eyes darted to mine as Edward began to suck the blood out of my wrist. I gasped as he pulled me forward and I placed my hand on the tree behind him to steady myself.

An ache began to form between my legs and my breathing became heavier. My eyes drifted closed and I lost myself in the feeling. It didn’t feel bad or strange but instead felt good. The ache increased, and I let my head fall back and I moan came out of my mouth.

Edward lifted his head to look at me, his mouth bloodied and his eyes dark. I stared into the green pools and found myself wanting him to kiss me. He fixed me with the same look as he did in the bar, and after a few seconds, a confused look came across his face.

It was Rosalie's groan of pain that drew us out of the reverie we were both trapped in. My head snapped over to where she was now laid on the floor as Ann kicked her again and again in the stomach. Edward was out from underneath me before I could even say a word and had Ann pinned up against a tree by her throat.

He fixed her with the same look he used on me, and she relaxed underneath his iron grip.

“You will never harm either of these women again,” Edward told her with a stern voice. She simply nodded.

“You will get in the truck, drive as far away from here as you can and start a new life, not remembering these women, or what happened here tonight. Do you understand?” She nodded again and a peaceful smile settled on her face as Edward smiled at her.

He gently lowered her to the floor as he continued to stare at her. I got up, seeing as Ann was occupied and helped Rosalie to her feet as she gasped for breath.

“Fucking bitch,” she moaned as she clutched her stomach.

At that moment, Ken charged at Edward, but before he even came close Edward had his hand held out to catch Ken by the throat. He never even looks away from Ann as Ken gasped for breath.

“Ann, get in the car, start it up, and when your husband gets in the car, drive.”

She nodded at his command and walked past Rosalie and I, just staring right through us as she walked to the car park at Black’s. Edward turned his attention to Ken as he hoisted him up in the air, much as he had done to Ann.

Again, he gave Ken the same look he had given to Ann and me. After a few seconds, the anger disappeared from his eyes and his grimace was replaced with a smile.

“You will calm down. You will go with your partner and you will forget these women and me. You will forget what happened tonight and you will start a new life. Do you understand?” Edward tilted his head after he asked the question.

Ken nodded lazily and a smile appeared on Edward’s face.

“Good,” he told him darkly before he let him drop to the floor. Ken landed in a heap, but he just got up calmly and walked past Rosalie and I. We followed him with our eyes until the trees hid him and we both turned back to look at Edward.

“What the hell was that shit?” Rosalie asked her eyes wide.

“I glamoured them,” Edward told us as he walked towards us. “It’s where you put them into a form of hypnosis and they become malleable to whatever you say.”

He began to stare at the both of us, and for a moment, everything was calm and quiet.

“Are you trying to glamour us?” Rosalie asked indignantly causing Edward to recoil at her tone.

“It’s not working…” he murmured as he stared at the both of us again. “Why isn’t it working?” he asked, mostly to himself.

“We don’t know!”

“Rosalie!” I admonished her.

“What?” She snapped back. “I have been hit in the stomach by an asshole! I hurt, I’m tired and I just want to go to fucking bed!” She let out a sigh as her cheeks turned red.

I opened my mouth to answer her, but Edward turned to us and looked us both from head to toe. “What are you?” he whispered before he sped off into the night.

“No, it’s alright. There’s nothing you can do to repay us for saving your life. Don’t worry about it!” Rosalie rolled her eyes as she began to walk back towards the parking lot at Blacks, muttering something about ‘stupid vampires’.

I stayed where I was for a few seconds, trying to comprehend what had just happened before I ran after Rosalie. We were both silent as we walked into the car park.

“Where the hell have you two been?” Jacob asked as he came running towards us. His eyes were darting between us and when I looked down, I realised I was covered in blood and Rosalie had mud over her abdomen where Ken had kicked her.

“We met a vampire!” I told him excitedly as Rosalie looked at me, shocked I had told him.

“And he did that you two?” He gestured to our messy outfits.

“No, the assholes that are Ken and Ann did this,” Rosalie told him as she walked over to the truck we shared.

“Well, where are they?” Jacob asked as looked behind us as if he was expecting to see them emerging from the forest.

“They were glamoured,” I told him as I began walking towards the truck.

“Glamoured?” Jacob asked, looking as confused as we had felt earlier.

“Think of it as vampire hypnosis,” Rosalie said to him as she climbed into the truck.

“Okay,” Jake shook his head slowly. “Where’s the fanger now?”

“Don’t call him that! That’s a derogatory term, and he was lovely!”

“Did you just call a vampire ‘lovely’?” Jake asked and I nodded.

“Okay; why don’t you go home and get some rest,” Jacob suggested.

“We will!” Rosalie shouted as she started the engine up and I climbed in. Jake gave us a small wave as we tore out of the parking lot.

“So… that was interesting,” Rosalie said as she looked at me out of the corner of her eye.

“Interesting?” I questioned her choice of words and she laughed.

“Okay, so insane might be a better word to use.” We giggled.

“Grandpa’s gonna love this!” Rosalie said in a sarcastic tone.

“I don’t think I’m going to tell him,” I told her. I loved my Grandfather to pieces, but he was overprotective when it came to men, and seeing as this guy was a vampire, you can imagine how he’d feel.

“B…” Rosalie paused. “You’re gonna have to.” I looked at her incredulously.

“Why? Why on earth would I tell Grandpa that we saved a vampire, he then drank from me and I got turned on?” Once the words had left my mouth, I realised what I had said and turned bright red as I looked out the window at the scenery.

“Well, I wouldn’t suggest telling him about the blood drinking or the arousal…” She paused and I could see her grinning out of the corner of my eye. “I was thinking you could just tell him that you met a vampire.”

“Don’t you think he’d freak out a little?” I asked as she pulled up to a set of traffic lights. I began to chew my lip nervously.

“I don’t know. I wouldn’t have thought so; he’s never really shown an opinion of them.” The car began to move again and I watched as the trees passed quickly.

“I suppose I could mention it. He might be interested,” I reasoned with myself. Talking to Grandpa about this might not be such a big deal…

***

I was wrong. He wasn't pleased that I was hanging around with a ‘fanger’ – Yes, he used that word.

“Grandpa! It’s not a big deal!” I tried to reason with him as he began to load his shotgun. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that the shotgun offered no protection against vampires unless he was sporting silver bullets.

“A fanger was near my baby girls! That’s a big deal!”

“Grandpa,” Rosalie said gently as she took the shotgun from him and lowered it to the table. “We saved him and then he saved us.”

Grandpa turned to look at her with wide eyes. “What do you mean he saved you? What trouble did you get into?” He began to look flustered and red in the face, not even bothering to ask if Edward was now alright.

“We got into a bit of trouble with the Rattans. That’s all,” Rosalie explained as she helped Grandpa into his armchair.

“What did they do?” Grandpa asked. He didn’t see us come in last night as he was asleep. We both took showers and Rosalie helped fix me up, pressing an ice pack to my face as she held a bag of peas to her stomach. The bruises that were now covering my face were virtually impossible to see thanks to Rosalie and her amazing makeup techniques. Our clothes had been put in the rubbish as recently Grandpa had begun to do the laundry – the first time in twenty years.

“They just ran their mouths a bit is all” Rosalie assured him as she handed him a cup of tea. He seemed placated for the moment. “It was no bother, and Edward – that’s his name – got them sorted.” Grandpa gave a ‘humph’ at Rosalie subtly telling him to stop using the derogatory term.

“As long as he didn’t hurt you,” Grandpa told us and we smiled.

“He didn’t,” I told him as I knelt down by the armchair and placed my hand on his knee. “He was the perfect gentleman.” Okay, so I told a white lie… who doesn’t?

The doorbell rang and Rosalie turned to answer it. It was dark out so I wondered who it was – it could be Mrs Cope – our nearest neighbour, coming to check that we were alright.

Grandpa and I both watched Rose leave before Grandpa placed his hand on mine. “I worry about you girls,” I smiled.

“We know.” We did. It was so obvious. He had wanted to shoot Jake when I brought him home all those years ago as a little five-year-old. Eventually, he saw that Jake and I were just friends and stopped cleaning the shotgun whenever he came over.

“Bella,” Rosalie called from the doorway. I looked up and she had a grin on her face and was bouncing on her toes. “You have a guest.” She moved further into the living room where we were seated and behind her, a smartly dressed Edward walked into the room.

“E-Edward.” I stuttered as I stood up from Grandpa’s side. “What are you doing here?” I walked over to him, looking at Rosalie with wide eyes, begging in my mind for help. The unhelpful madam just shrugged her shoulders.

“I came to thank you for last night,” He looked awkwardly at me and Rosalie. “Some people wouldn’t have helped. They would have just left me.” I nodded my head.

“Well, we’re do-gooders!” I told him enthusiastically as Rosalie just stared at me, probably wondering what I was doing.

Grandpa coughed loudly from his armchair and we all turned to look at him.

“You girls are being awfully rude!” He said and Rosalie and I both shared looks. “Rosalie, you’ve left that front door open creating breeze and Bella, you haven’t introduced me to your friend.”

“Sorry Grandpa, I’ll shut it now,” Rosalie said as she headed towards the front door, her eyes locked on Grandpa as if she was expecting him to grow two heads. What the hell was that? She asked me mentally.

I have no idea, I told her back. I thought he’d be hostile.

 “Grandpa, this is Edward,” I said as I awkwardly led Edward to the armchair.

“It’s nice to meet you, sir,” Edward said as he shook Grandpa’s hand.

“You too son, have a seat,” Grandpa said, gesturing towards the loveseat sat opposite the armchair. Edward nodded his thanks before he sat himself down and I followed suit, sitting next to him. Rosalie re-entered and perched on the side of Grandpa’s armchair.

“I heard my girls rescued you from a sticky situation yesterday,” Grandpa began.

“They did,” Edward said with a smile on his face. “I am ever so grateful for their intervention. It could have ended very differently and badly if they didn’t come to help me.”

“Doesn’t it make you feel weak knowing that my two little flowers rescued you?” Rose stared at Grandpa and my jaw dropped open. This conversation was going to go downhill very fast.

“Grandpa!” We both admonished him.

“It’s fine, Edward said, gently patting my hand in reassurance. It felt cold and strong and my heart sped up during the brief contact. “Maybe it would make a lesser man feel weak, but I feel grateful.”

Rose and I turned our attention to Grandpa. No one had ever answered Grandpa like that – most would say that they were all men, choosing then to demonstrate with a series of muscle flexes. But no, Edward used his words to delicately tell my Grandpa that he didn’t feel emasculated whilst also being able to show his intellect.

If Grandpa was fazed then he didn’t show it. He simply nodded and sipped his tea whilst staring at Edward.

“Do you believe in fighting Edward?” Grandpa asked him once he had taken a long gulp of tea.

“Well, this is a controversial question. I’ve been involved in a war,” Edward started, but before he could finish my Grandpa’s eyes were wide.

“Which war?” Grandpa asked. Rosalie and I both knew where this was going. He was obsessed with the American Civil war and had even begun a club based on it.

“The American Civil war,” Edward told him cautiously, probably worried about the response he would get.

“My Great-Grandfather was involved in that war!” Grandpa began excitedly.

“Really?” Edward asked he sat forward, elbows resting on his knees, a look of interest appearing on his face.

“Yes – Rose, be a dear and get my war box out from under the bed,” He told her. She dutifully went and got it. I sat watching the whole exchange, a look of confusion plastered across my face as my Grandpa turned from an interrogating menace into a best friend before my eyes.

Rosalie handed Grandpa his box and he sprawled it out on the coffee table, Edward leaning in closer now to get a better look.

“These are some of the projects we’re working on at the Civil War Club.” Grandpa suddenly looked at Edward, a light bulb metaphorically appearing above his head.

“Would you be willing to come down one evening and talk to the club about your experiences, seeing as you the only person we have who was actually involved?”

“I’d love to!” Edward exclaimed as he and Grandpa became locked into a conversation focusing on the civil war.

After a few minutes, Rosalie gestured for me to leave the room with her and I did so gratefully, my head spinning with all the new developments.  

Once in the kitchen Rosalie placed the kettle on and turned to look at me.

“What is going on?” She asked, a bewildered look on her face.

“I have no idea,” I told her, glad that she was just as confused as me.

“Just as I was sure Grandpa was just about to declare Edward public enemy number one, suddenly they’re best friends!”

“I’m just as confused as you are,” I told her, leaning against the counter and peering back into the living room to see that Grandpa had now taken my place on the loveseat and Edward and he were pouring over the old photos and news articles.

Rosalie came and stood next to me. “Looks like Grandpa’s found a new friend,” She said and she giggled and began to serve a round of tea.

***

By the time Grandpa and Edward had finished bonding over their love of the civil war, it was well past two in the morning. They organised when Edward would give his speech at the club and Edward thought he even had a few pictures that would help the club with their future projects. To say Grandpa was excited was an understatement.

“Come on you,” Rosalie said and she helped Grandpa up the stairs, ready to get him settled for the night. “It’s way past your bedtime.”  

“Sorry mom” Grandpa teased, a twinkle in his eye. “It was nice to meet you, Edward,” Grandpa shouted as Rose attempted to herd him up the stairs.

“You too,” Edward called.

“Sorry about him,” I said to Edward as we walked towards the front door. “He gets really excited when it comes to the civil war.”

“It’s alright if I can help him I will.”

We both stood on the porch for a few minutes, the only sounds coming from nature.

“Do you want to come to dinner with me?” Edward asked after I’d performed a thorough inspection of the floor.

“Really?” I asked; it was foolish but I had to make sure I’d just heard what he said correctly.

“Yes. It would be to thank you for saving my life,” Edward began and I tried to curb the disappointment that it wouldn’t be anything more. “And maybe a date?”

I looked at him and a smile formed on my face. “I’d like that.”

Edward nodded and smiled.

“Wait, what are you going to do while I eat?”

“Watch you.”

There was an awkward silence when we both realised that what he had said had been incredibly creepy. Edward looked at me with wide eyes.

“I didn’t mean for that to sound as creepy as it did. I just meant that I wouldn’t eat obviously and you would…” He trailed off and I let out a little giggle. It was rather sweet seeing him all flustered.

“It’s alright. I understood what you meant. Won’t that be a little boring for you though?” I wondered and he shook his head.

“Not really. Besides, it will allow me time to get to know you better.”

“You want to get to know me better?” I asked, feeling my signature hot blush make its way onto my face

“I think I’m going to enjoy it,” He told me and the blush got worse.

“I’ll pick you up at nine then?” I nodded and he smiled.

“Till tomorrow.” He gave a little bow and I giggled as he then zoomed off into the night.

I stood outside for a few more minutes, allowing the cool night air to chill my red face. When I walked back in, I leaned against the door, allowing a wide smile to cover my face.

“That looks like a date smile,” Rosalie noted as she came down the stairs.

“It might be,” I told her, feeling happy, nervous and excited all at the same time.

Rosalie raised her eyebrow at me – she knew I had a date, she could read me like a book.

“Well, whatever has caused that smile, give them my thanks,” she said as she walked into the kitchen and got herself a drink.

“Why give them your thanks?” I asked as I began to follow her to her room that was on the ground floor. She took a sip of her water, a smile playing on her lips.

“Because maybe when you’ve had a good fuck; your thoughts won’t be as melancholic as they have been.” My jaw dropped open at her brazenness and I felt my blush creep back up, spreading across my chest and my cheeks.

Rosalie giggled at my reaction before she waved her fingers at me, “Sleep well, sweetie.” She disappeared into her room.

I shook my head at her antics and headed upstairs to my bedroom.

I went through my usual bedtime routine, brushing my teeth, washing my face, brushing my hair before I finally crawled in between the cool sheets. My back hit the mattress and I felt my whole body begin to relax.

The last thought before I went to sleep was a pair of green eyes staring deeply into mine.

Thank-you for reading.

[huvall]

no redemption.

a chat in which hugo is meant to fling athena into the ocean and... well... doesn’t. 

INCLUDED: hugo & athena. #NSFW, tw hugos abs probably @athenaofthesea

HUGO:

He hadn't had a whole lot of time to think when the Moorish's walked out of Catherine's office and she commanded him to throw Athena into the ocean like she were some rejected fish. As he looked down at the woman on the floor, Hugo felt a part of himself feel sorry for her. The same part that felt sorry for Josie whenever Catherine tortured her, the only part of him that could ever be deemed something even remotely similar to being human. Reaching down to grab Athena's upper arms again, he dragged her up to her feet and shared one single look with Catherine to assure her the job would get done. However, such as demons did, he lied.

Appearing in a deserted part of the forest where greenery met the beach, it was a stark throw-back to the area in which he'd first found Athena, the very first time they'd met. It was empty out here, nobody around for miles. It was the perfect place for him to begin the moment that he expected to be the last time Athena ever trusted him.

"Athena..." He began.

ATHENA:

The pain of the potion that had seeped into the mermaid’s blood stream from the wounds on her face and the pounding of her head from its impact on the floor had her dizzy, weak and disoriented. Now that she didn’t have to focus on Catherine, she felt her mind and body relenting.

Eyelids heavy, Athena didn’t move as Hugo lifted her or as she felt the familiar tug of teleportation. She immediately expected to feel herself fall abruptly into the cold Pacific waters, but it didn’t come. She twitched from the pain still in the process of subsiding and opened her eyes a bit more to see clearly what had happened.

Coming quickly to her senses, she realized Hugo was still holding onto her and as much as she wanted to just stay there and fall comfortably against someone, she had dignity to hold on to. Athena lurched and pushed roughly at his chest. “Don’t-,” she said, voice tight with anger and pain. “Don’t. Touch. Me.” If he let her struggling form go, she’d stumble a couple steps away before stopping so she didn’t fall. Her legs felt like lead so she leaned against the nearest thing she could find - a tree.

HUGO:

The reaction was to be expected, and Hugo simply pursed his lips together to stop himself from shouting back at her, eyes going way above her head to simply... realign himself mentally. He wasn't here to yell at her, though he sure felt like it because both of them had been pressed tonight. Both of them had certain acts to follow. Both of them were risking there lives right now.

By instinct, his fingers tightened on her arms as she thrashed but then after a moment, he let her go, watching her stumble backward and catch herself against the bark. "Fine," He showed his hands, empty now. "Happy?"

ATHENA:

Athena straightened herself up, getting better at ignoring the burning throb in her veins as she glared at Hugo. For a moment, she didn’t know what to say - and what was rare from her. Yell at him? Tell him she felt more disappointed and betrayed than angry, even though she knew it was bound to happen. Athena hated the part of her that persisted to hope. She just eyed Hugo warily with a weak glare and tried not to wince every time the pain reached a different area of her body. It was spreading, but the effect was also dulling at the same time. She ignored it and waited for some sort of explanation. She knew why’d he’d taken her but not why she wasn’t curling up at the bottom of the ocean right now. 

HUGO:

The more she looked at him like she wanted to punch him in the jaw, the more Hugo just found that he wished she'd get it over with. Watching her nails bite the tree trunk and her brows angle themselves to full capacity scowl, Hugo wondered if dumping her in the ocean would have been the better option here. If she hated him, he could wear that. But if it was for the wrong reasons, boy, Hugo would live to correct her.

"Alright," He threw his hands up in angry defeat. "So I was an asshole back there! Welcome to a day in the life of working for Catherine, here's your handbook, here's you're free will flying out the fucking window — have a nice time!" He barked at her, turning away then and running a hand through his hair, tugging at its roots. "You knew, this was coming. You knew I'd have no choice and if you'd opened your mouth any more back there, you wouldn't even be here having this conversation." He spun back to her, angrily pointing at the ground between them.

ATHENA:

Athena watched Hugo, wondering how he could stand there and not show even the tiniest bit of remorse. Though maybe he was, in his own twisted way, by claiming he had no free will. Being someone who was trapped in the power of someone else for so long and having had no chance to leave, she almost pitied him. Almost. In her eyes, Hugo was far more powerful than a vampire and if he could rid himself of a job he didn’t want then he should have done it. But he didn’t - he wanted to work for her and be a vampire woman’s pet. “I’m surprised you’re not disappointed,” she said calmly but coldly after a pause.

HUGO:

"Disapp—" He went to repeat incredulously but was so thrown off by the response that he scoffed, squinted and then proceeded to roll his eyes at her. "Get your head out of your ass, Athena, I didn't want what happened back there. I didn't want to have to beat you into submission just because my payroll tells me to, I didn't want you to be some victim of Catherine's. Sure, demon's are inherently evil, we get a kick out of ruining people's lives..." He waved a hand in dismissal and closed some of the distance between them, eyes honing in on her seriously. "But that doesn't mean I don't care about things."

ATHENA:

Athena followed him with her eyes as he came closer but she didn’t otherwise move. “I’m trying to understand,” she said, angry but also with a hint of desperation. “I don’t know what to think anymore when one day you’re teleporting me off to Paris and the next you’re my assigned executioner!” Her tone and expression hardened. “What am I suppose to be to you? Just a toy to play with until your boss tells you to kill me? I don’t want that! And if you didn’t want it either, you had the power and the capability to make that decision for yourself - fuck whatever Catherine says. All of this,” She gestures around them vaguely. “Being her pet demon? That’s your independent and free choice.” She said, steely gaze on him but pushing at his chest with her index finger to make the point.

HUGO:

"And what do you expect I do, hmm?!" He rose his voice to match hers, vein in his neck straining as he threw a hand out to nothing but forest beside them. "Quit? Move somewhere sunny? Live out the rest of my existence making good choices and stopping to smell the roses? I'm not programmed the way you are, Athena, I'm not human! None of me is, not one single part! I don't feel things the way you do, I don't remember the last time I felt anything!" He put his fingers to his chest, gesturing at himself, even though he was wading into deceitful waters now. "I travel? I feel nothing. I succeed at something?  I feel nothing. I kill, I feel nothing! I feel nothing, okay? I feel — nothing!" He yelled at her as if trying to convince Athena and the rest of the world all at once, eyes failing him despite the hostile expression on his face. A beat of silence passed between them where he had to catch his breath, falling back half a step and looking her over, no longer angry just... distressed. "And then I meet someone like you." He settled, throwing a hand at her now. As if she was just a bystander to the entire argument.

ATHENA:

She listened patiently as if her heart wasn’t trying to escape her rib cage, as if the yelling wasn’t scaring her, as if she didn’t want to shout herself hoarse as well. His words stung like needles because she knew they couldn’t be true. They couldn’t because she’d seen his eyes when something excited him or fascinated him and even when something genuinely angered him. She saw the look on his face now and she knew he felt pain even more than she because he tried to bury it even deeper than her. The effort of over centuries of life had taken its toll many times over. “I know you’re a demon,” she said seriously, taking a step forward. “I know you thrive on chaos and you deal pain and death to people who do and don’t deserve it. I know.” She put her hands up a bit to her sides, almost like a shrug without her shoulders. “I don’t care. The reason I can stand to be this close to you and even care as much as I do about you is because you’re also a lot fucking more than that. I don’t mind you’re not the least bit human or that you’ve done things in your past and present that would definitely disgust me. I’m not human either so. And no, I’m not a demon but don’t you dare tell me only humans know how to feel genuine empathy and self less compassion. I’ve seen and I’ve heard things from both you and others.” She didn’t sound angry anymore at all.  “I may never live long enough to see you embrace that side of you and at this point it’s okay with me. The only thing that matters is you stop pretending youre okay being just heartless.”

To make her point, Athena tried to ignore what he’d said about her and how she may or may not feel about it. Unfortunately, it was getting hard now that she was done talking and just looking up at him. She thought she’d been confused before, but now she was absolutely reeling.

HUGO:

For possibly the first time ever as Athena came closer, Hugo felt the need to step back. The same way he felt the need to never call her by her name unless the moment was serious, or the way he forced himself to behave and not pull tricks on her like he often did with other women. It was because he was afraid. Afraid of what kind of meaning it would give whatever they had going on, and afraid that he'd become attached to it the same way he'd grown attached to Josie over the years, never seeming to be able to remove her completely, no matter what she did. He had an addictive personality, he knew that.  His sense of will was weak and not just to Catherine, but to others like Athena as well. If she asked him to go, he would. If she asked him to repeat their goodbye at his front door, he wouldn't even hesitate. Staring at her and watching her as she stared back, he felt that memory resurface at full speed, forcing him to want things from her he otherwise played pretend that he didn't. Looking away from her and into the trees to mull over everything she'd said, his jaw slackened and his teeth could be seen grinding almost thoughtfully.

"It's not going to work." He decided finally, placing hands on his hips and pushing back the lower flaps of his jacket. Shaking his head a little in afterthought, he finally made himself look back at Athena and gesture between them. "This, whatever we're doing. It won't work." Although the words were cutting, they didn't have a weight behind them that showed either of them in that moment that he thought this was the right thing to say. It was his last form of defense, it was all he could do to try and get her to stop believing that he wasn't the villain here. "My job is to do what Catherine tells me. My job before that? Was to do what a guy named Logan told me. Before him was Leroy, before that was Elizabeth, so do you get it, now? This is my life, this is what I do. I don't know how to do anything else." He explained, eyes catching her lips regardless of the argument. He blinked and rose his gaze quickly. Pausing, he took a half step closer, lowering his voice. "If Catherine finds out I haven't dropped you somewhere off the coast of Australia by now... it's over." He assured her, eyes drifting down her expression with a sense of urgency and desperation behind his words. As if this was it, this was the moment they had to decide their fate as something vague and ambiguous, though very clearly hesitating. "For both of us."

ATHENA:

She waited till Hugo finished talking, realizing the way her heart was in agony this whole time had less to do with betrayal and she just didn’t want to admit it to herself. “You’re right,” Athena said, shaking her head a little but eyes not leaving his face. They drifted down a little, looking over the features of it because for a second she couldn’t meet his gaze and those blue eyes. “I don’t think it would work. There’s nothing about this that makes sense.” Bullshit, Athena, when did your emotions ever make sense. “I don’t even know what this is with you, but I almost died and right now... I just really don’t care.” She made the excuse in her head that this was a gesture of gratitude and the closeness and emotion of the moment. A weak excuse to let her give into the sudden impulse to close the space between them, taking Hugo shirt and pulling him into a kiss. It was almost like finding water in the desert at first, but she relaxed.

HUGO:

He’d be a liar if he claimed he hadn't felt it, that invisible tug felt between two people when the moment was put under stress and hormones were flooding one's system. He was ready for her to turn the moment on it's head, to say something surprising like she always did or react in a way he couldn't have countered smoothly. It was always like that with Athena, he'd always had to be resilient with her.

But the second her hand came forward, Hugo was ready. In fact, he'd been ready the second he'd teleported her into the woods, Hell, maybe even before that. As she yanked him close, his lowered his head in perfect timing to catch her lips with his, a hand flying up to the side of her face to hold her cheek and then tangle further in her hair. He leaned into her mercilessly, so much so that he felt the sudden impact of her back hitting the tree she'd been leaning against just minutes ago and him slamming into her too. She felt warm and full of excitement, the kind that was often felt after a giant argument that put two people in this kind of position. He came back for air sharply but it didn't stop Hugo from going back for more, eyes shutting tightly to block out everything that wasn't the smell of the ocean and the feel of her slender figure against him. One hand dropped to her hips, finding the hem of her sweater. In the back of his mind he knew he should have asked permission, but he didn't. His fingers snaked under the material and against her lower back, right where he'd pressed the knife earlier only this time, applying the pressure of his fingertips instead.

ATHENA:

What lingering pain? What scratches on her face she hadn’t yet gotten to heal or the pounding in her head from what could have been concussive vampire force? She forgot. The hard impact of her back against the tree was the only thing akin to discomfort Athena could have felt for less than a second. She was completely lost in the longing and desperation of that kiss and every feeling that came with it . Her senses were overpowered by Hugo - smell, touch, sound, taste. Nothing and no one else existed for a moment until her throat started aching for air. He pulled away enough to give her the opportunity to remedy that but it made nothing about her happy except her lungs. When Hugo collided against her again, she didn’t question the urgency or the feeling of his hand suddenly against her skin. Shivers ran up her back but she felt no desire to stop it. In fact, Athena was pretty sure the forest could have started burning down or Catherine could have appeared from behind a tree and she’d still feel almost no desire to stop it.

HUGO:

He felt her spine concave with his tug, her hips drawing nearer as her shoulders seemed planted against the tree behind her. Hugo read this as a good sign, particularly with the way her lips hungrily welcomed him back. As his hand smoothed further up her back and the other braced a thumb against the cutting edge of her jaw, Hugo felt the wind pick up a little around them. As exciting as wolves probably found it to roll around with each other in the dirt, Hugo couldn't relate. So as he locked her in his grip, he pulled back only for a mere millisecond to look at her before black smoke swirled around them and diminished them into thin air.

Reappearing in his house, specifically the same bedroom he'd had her in once before, Hugo leaned into her again to take brief ownership of her mouth. This moment felt nothing like that last time though, he thought as he let go of her only to grab at the opening of his leather jacket and pull it off of him and throw it aside. Hands coming back to her thin frame, he took her waist, finding that if he thought he'd wanted her before — it was nothing compared to how he wanted her now.

ATHENA:

When they teleported to his room, Athena knew there would be no coming back from this smoothly. It was different when she planned it with someone and prepared herself to be closed off. But she was so filled with emotion, it was impossible to shut the gates now but just as impossible to bring herself to stop. She ached with longing at this point - overcome with the desire to let it happen and deal with the consequences later. Every moment Hugo didn’t have since hands on her seemed like a waste, but she dealt with it by making it easier for the next one. Athena rushed to slip off her shirt and toss it to the side before helping him do the same with his own, just desperate to speed up the process. She didn’t know if it was just all that happened that day and the emotions, but it’d been so long since she felt a feeling of urgency and longing with this much strength. God help her.

HUGO:

Sometimes, rushing was just _fun._ Other times... it was a necessity. Whether it be due to time restraints, awkward emotional avoidance or the fact your boss might just kick down your door any minute and demand you slaughter the girl you were undressing — Hugo kept up with the pace that Athena was setting by tearing off her own top and beating him to it. Grabbing at the neck of his own, he gave a devilish grin when he felt the material rise up with too much ease, realizing as it was pulled away from him by someone else's hand that he was being helped a great deal. Knowing that she wanted this in the moment as much as he did made his stomach churn in excitement and blood rush through his body at a high. And he wasn't prepared to ruin it by slowing down any.

Reaching out to her, he curled a hand around the back of her neck and pulled her to him again. Lips finding each other once more, he marveled at the way the skin of her stomach felt brushing against his. This time, it was just the two of them. This time, he could have her all to himself. Lowering his hands then to start on the button of her jeans, he spoke for the first time since their argument. "Just for the private record — I'm glad you didn't get yourself killed today." The words were mumbled against her lips, air rushing in and out of his mouth as he attempted to kiss, speak and breathe all at the same time. Pulling open the fly of her jeans then, he made a point to pull them down a little before letting her deal with the rest and manifestly going back to kissing her fully.

ATHENA:

A hand cupped his jawline, the other tangling fingers in the hair above the nape of his neck as they kissed with feverish enthusiasm. His words sent flutters in her stomach, simply by the mere sound of his voice so much more gentle than it had been a moment before. Athena felt his hands fiddle with her jeans and finally she pulled away to undress. “The day’s not over yet,” she pointed out, kicking the jeans away once they were off. She’d barely registered the clock when they teleported in - it was some time in the evening now if she could recall correctly. With only the bare minimum of clothing on her body now, she decided to let Hugo deal with it once they got into the warmer bed and he was just as undressed.

When he was just as ready, she absently threw the covers off a part of the bed and pulled him close, pressing her body against his as she teetered over the edge of the bed. She was just starting to register the strangeness of the situation - but as strange as it was, it felt perfectly right. Being at death’s door put her in no rush to start overthinking life again.

HUGO:

Sharing a cocky grin with her as she claimed there was still time to put herself in harm's way, Hugo's own hands went to his belt, starting on the buckle. "You got me there, Ariel." He smirked, doubling over as he pulled the material off him and kicked his jeans aside as well. There was a strange comfort between them, one he couldn't pick the origin of given this was arguably the first time they'd done this together. Yet, Hugo didn't feel the need to impress her, to do anything uncharacteristic like he might with a total stranger. Instead, he simply came back to her as she turned around and scooped an arm around her waist, leaning in to kiss her again.

Leaning in and supporting her as he pushed her down, he was able to feed Athena into the bed, crawling over her front until they were settled. Laying his front down against hers, he took note of the style of her underwear, the casual comfort rather than anything dramatic or flashy that he was used to. Leaning down to kiss her neck, his nose nudged her jaw upwards, attempting to get more access to the skin there.

ATHENA:

The bed was a lot more comfortable this time around, possibly because she just felt much more at ease then the first time she’d had her back against it. She watched Hugo move up, putting a hand on his back and slowly moving it down as he got closer, letting her fingers trace the edges and curves of his skin. She felt her breathing quicken slightly at the feeling of his lips on her neck - excitement rather than what definitely could have been fear after the previous vampire ordeal. Her head tilted upwards, exposing it more as her other hand traveled behind his head and she clearly appreciated for the first time how soft his hair was. The whole thing felt like an adventure, and she was eager to keep exploring. It was quiet in the nicest way, only the sounds of their mingled breathing, shifting of bed sheets and what might have been cicadas outside. Maybe it’d been later than she first realized.

HUGO:

Focusing on the flex of a tendon in her neck as Athena arched her head back, Hugo's blunt teeth lightly grazed it, tongue touching her skin softly after he'd left a lightly bruised mark behind. Raking a hand down her side, his fingers smoothed along her thigh and curled behind her knee, raising a leg against his hip the more he explored her body. He counted himself lucky, not having envisioned this would be here he ended up tonight with her. Particularly not when he'd grabbed her by the wrist and forced her almost to her death. Now, this... this had to be pure luck.

Lifting himself to find her lips again, he tugged the straps down of her bra, growing impatient with the last remaining garments between them. Scooting back a second so that she could sit up, he speedily grabbed for the clasp behind her and warred with it for a brief moment. Springing free finally, he helped himself and pulled it off her, flinging it somewhere behind before pushing her back into the pillows, her hair splaying and Hugo's grin turning sinister once more.

ATHENA:

The quiet sigh escaped her lips at the touches and Athena quickly allowed the clothing to be taken off before she sat up enough to press herself lightly against him and hold the nape of his neck for a slow but hungry kiss. Her heart hadn’t slowed since they’d begun, perpetually in a state of disbelief and excitement. He was distracting enough to shut her brain up from logic and simply let her indulge in this selfish, hedonistic pleasure. 

 Seeing the ridiculous grin on his face she met his eyes and gave him a subtly sardonic, playful look before leaning up enough to capture his lips with hers and wipe the smile away. The hand on his back trailed further down and began to tug at the last bit of fabric left on him, now getting impatient again.

HUGO:

The grip on the waistband of his dark boxer briefs had Hugo smirking into the kiss, as if suddenly reminded that Athena had initiated this and he was just the one happy to please. Pushing himself up from her and breaking the kiss to look down between them, he attempted ridding the material with one hand. Struggling with the angle though, he had to kneel up and rid it with a tangle of legs and a final kick off the bed which took half the duvet with it. Caring little as his skin was on fire anyway, he turned back to the woman beneath him and lowered himself down again, settling between her thighs.

In a mix of lips tasting, fingers wandering, material shedding and thighs parting — Hugo got lost in the feeling of her. Sometimes it was simply the sharp angles of her long legs, the sweet curve of her hip against his or the smell of salt in her hair... Sometimes he simply just couldn't control himself, gripping tightly at her waist or breast, wanting to mold his hands to every arc and crook. Lining himself up between her thighs, Hugo broke the kiss momentarily to glance down between their bodies again, the attractive soft curve of her chest and his own brushing, the gentle pressure of him pushing against her entrance making his mind go straight to the gutter. His forehead pressed to hers in a sweet silhouette of the two breathing in each other's faces, clearly wrapped and excited for what was to come next. He hoped she didn't regret this. Not for the sake of his pride, but simply by the fact he was enamored with her. If he'd been curious about her before well then now he was completely infactuated. Pushing into her and allowing himself to revel at the sound of the air that rushed through her lungs, his own jaw slackened with a groan that fell out of him, the tune of it almost sounding surprised, as if he hadn't imagined it would feel so good. Only basking in it for a moment or two though, Hugo didn't hesitate to adjust himself above her and begin to find a rhythm that seemed more her speed.

ATHENA:

Hugo was a demon, and she knew what he was capable of, but in the moment all she saw in front of her was a beautifully tragic creature she could relate to. She saw a monster she could keep close and let ruin her life as long as there were moments like these. The desire to move quickly in their passion was staled, slowed down by the heart-stirring adventure of looking at him, feeling him and losing herself in the most innocent details. She explored the hollows in his back, bulges of his muscles, the ridges of bone structure, the softness of his skin and the way his pulse felt if she put her hands in just the right places for just the right amount of time. Fearless and uninhibited by worry, Athena met his eyes when she could, expression nothing but soft and hazy from the pleasure of the moment. She just wanted to see his face and all it’s details and how she never really noticed just how soft the blue in his eyes could be. They were once like glaciers to her, beautiful, imposing but cold and hard. Now she saw a cloudless summer sky and knew the hottest, blazing fires always burned blue.

It was her mistake she felt so close to Hugo then, and so amazed. There had been no time to prepare - emotions had been running wild and high. Her mental inhibitions were stunted by the near death experience. So underneath him, she enjoyed every pleasure, not just the physical but the emotional too. She enjoyed it so much, it hurt - sending her skin tingling and causing a tight, longing feeling in her chest. That was when she knew she’d made a mistake. Not in the act itself, but in the fact she was letting Hugo in far too much on a personal level far extending physical delight. Yet, in the moment, Athena couldn’t care less. In the moment, all she wanted was him in every possible way.

Her body responded immediately as she felt him enter, back arching slightly and a small, shaky exhale leaving her parted lips. Athena gazed up at him when his face came close to hers. Heavy lidded, she looked down enough to gently brush her forehead against his and wrap her arms gently around him while her body to adjusted. When he moved, she moved, hips meeting the slow beginning thrusts but welcoming an increase of speed. When it happened, her nails began to dig a little into the skin of his back and she tensed her arms. In the silence, her soft breathing was quick and heavy.

HUGO:

Listening to the sounds she made was like allowing his senses to be manipulated by music, ringing in his hears and swirling in his head to make him feel things he wasn't used to feeling when in this kind of position usually. As he met a steady rhythm, it wasn't long before he quickened the pace, attempting not to get too caught up and lose himself in her before she could experience anything. Excitement knotting in his gut, Hugo propped himself up and reached with one hand to grab for her hand, raising it by her head and pressing it deep into the pillow. Fingers tangled with hers, palms snug and forearms flush as he lowered his nose back down at hers, their breathing mingling before he took her lips again for a moment.

Hips grinding into her, Hugo's mind began to clear of anything else. Of all the stress he'd collected that week from the election and doing Catherine's bidding for it. All the blood on his hands this week felt washed away by the soft curve of Athena's lips and the gentility in her eyes like he wasn't some shadow of moral abnormality. With her, he didn't feel like anything, he felt weightless. In limbo. No longer awaiting judgment day for his crimes and sins. With her, he felt that choice of freedom she'd been yelling about.

Grunting as he reveled in the good feeling, his fingers clutching in hers and the others splayed in the bed beneath them so he could use it as leverage to angle himself, Hugo picked up the pace. Lips no longer having the idiosyncrasy to keep up with hers, his mind becoming a one-track plane, all he could do was keep his eyes on her as the pressure began to build and his skin began to sweat. He watched her expression, the furrow in her brows and the way her lips shaped themselves when reacting to him screwing her. He tried to make it build for her the same way it was building for him, free hand jumping down between them in sudden remembrance as he slid his fingers between her thighs in tandem with everything he was already giving her, hoping it'd get her to the finish line before he got there.

ATHENA:

Her fingers intertwined with Hugo gently, not firmly, and the tips moved slowly up the back of his hand. Her legs and hips moved up a little and that was when her body twitched with a particularly powerful stimulation, sending shivers down her spine and causing her to arch her back and a shaky gasp to escape her lips. Perhaps because Hugo had centuries of practice, but once he’d found the spot, he kept hitting it almost perfectly every time, causing soft moans to vibrate in her throat. She grabbed hold on his hand harder now, digging nails into the back of it or otherwise letting go completely when her body couldn’t focus on anything but the pleasure.

When the pace picked up, the angle was accurate less often but she had already wanted the increased speed and strength in his thrusts. She was on the path of finishing and every one of them sent shivers of pleasure throughout her whole body. When Hugo added his hands, it was enough to start making her lose sense completely. Athena’s back arched arched and her head tilted back against the pillow. Her muscles started tensing, preparing as the pleasure built, built and she could hear the blood rushing and heart pounding in her ears. Just a moment later, a wave of intense pleasure hit Athena hard like a stormy riptide. A small cry vibrated from her throat, came out muffled behind her clenched teeth and then left as a gasp when her mouth parted. Her body bucked once beneath Hugo as it all finished for her and she lay limply while coming down from the powerful high.

HUGO:

Watching her chest rise with the curl of her spine, her eyes shutting as she began to fall apart but somehow seemed to still maintain control of herself ( classic Athena, he thought ) Hugo felt his own muscles begin to tense in response. Watching her come undone because of him was better than any pornographic display he could pick up cheap from Alastor or Lestat. The way her jaw set and her body trembled with the comedown was just divine. So good in fact, that it didn't take long for him to follow behind. Despite how she slackened into the bed, he pushed a fist hard into the mattress by her waist and hammered home on that feeling in his gut. Feeling a burst of flame spread through him as if he'd just broken out in hives, Hugo's mouth fell open with reoccurring sounds until it was clear he'd hit touchdown. Pushing himself as far into her as he could, holding there and relishing the way his body vibrated in response, he let out a shiver then before relenting. Sweaty and hot, he opened his eyes slowly and peered down at her. At that moment, he mentally captured the image of her beneath him. Soft, disheveled and satisfied. The next time he ever had to put a knife to her throat, he knew he'd think back to this moment.

Getting a slow return of strength, he began to pull out and flopped onto the bed next to her, chest rising and falling and heart still hammering away deep in his chest. Staring at the ceiling for a moment, his expression read astonished. Then though, it faded into a  grin as he turned his head to look at her beside him. "We should fight more often," He commented, glancing down her figure with a slight prowling gaze.

ATHENA:

She regained most of the strength she had before a heartbeat later as he started slamming roughly into her. Athena used her free hand to keep holding on to his back and she decided to wrap her feet around his waist while she watched him reach his peak and come undone right before her. It was raw, rare, vulnerable and she found herself fascinated by the way his lips shaped tightly and then let go with sounds of pleasure coming out of them. The way his body shone with sweat and the disheveled state of his hair after her hands had run through it. Every little thing.

She didn’t completely relax until Hugo had pulled out and fell down beside her. Instinctively, Athena flipped herself enough to rest her head and hands right against his skin, chest still rising and falling from the come down. Some of her hair fell over him from the movement and slipped down his arm to fall back against the mattress. “It wasn’t the fight,” she breathed out quietly, closing her eyes and relaxing in how warm and comfortable she felt right there. “It was your honesty.” Against the bed, she somewhat shook her head once. “But if you ever try to kill me again, it’ll be harder to forgive you a second time.”

HUGO:

Glancing back down to her and noticing her eyes shutting, Hugo took a selfish moment to soak in the vision he saw. Her dark lashes framed against her cheeks, the sharp angle of her nose. She was striking as she could be gentle, and he found that intriguing about her. "Well that explains it, honesty's not really my thing." He mumbled, turning his chin down to look across the room and away from her, a light frown on his face. There was still so much about him that she didn't know, so many parts of him he didn't feel the need to share or expose simply because he already knew how she'd react. After years of being honest, eventually, Hugo had given it up. Everyone always reacted a similar way and he was tired of going through the motions on loop.

"Noted. Don't burn down any more houses." He smirked, lifting an arm to slip it under his head, trying not to like the feeling of Athena against his side too much, expecting it wasn't going to last very long. Without the adrenaline of an argument in their system, who knew where they went from here?

ATHENA:

Athena expected Hugo would say something of the sort on honesty, but she didn’t push the matter. “I’ll try not to,” she murmured casually in response to his light joke, but there was just the slightest hint of humor in her voice as well.

She opened her eyes just a moment to reach for the nearest blanket and pull it over herself. Curling up on herself a bit for comfort and effectively not caring how close she was to him, Athena closed her eyes again and inhaled slowly. “I don’t care what time it is, I’m really tired… so I’m sleeping and you’re not going to wake me up unless it’s more life and death situations I need to deal with.” She said in a stern murmur, though her voice was quiet and a bit weak. Now that her body had no more adrenaline and dopamine left to spare from all the drama, dangers and bedroom activities of that day, she could feel the crash happening.

HUGO:

Turning his head back towards her, he looked down at her expression again, watching at it softened more after her words trailed out. She was already slipping away from him, he could see it happening as her brow relaxed and her shoulders rose slower than before as she inhaled. For once, he didn't feel the severity of her departure from the conversation. Watching Athena fall asleep beside him was, in fact, the most unrealistic thing he'd thought he'd do to date when it came to whatever it was they were ( friends? Lovers? Something more, something less? ). With her eyes closed and her mind drifting off, Hugo found himself smiling. A genuine, curious kind of smile that eradicated his age by years. Then, despite his promise to Catherine and his duty to his work, he closed his eyes too and dreamt of the ocean.