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fracturedmotivationwriting · 4 years ago

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Datura had never felt more exhausted in her life. Even after she pulled that all-nighter after raising Mormo from Hell, she hadn't been this tired. It probably didn't help that she helped perform a banishing spell after being thrown into a tree and cut open hundreds of times by magic. While Ambrose had healed the deeper cuts, her back was still aching and she was almost certainly concussed.

As the adrenaline from the fight, banishing spell, and reanimating Grisha's body with Prometheus I's soul, Datura slumped into Ambrose. Thankfully, the demon was willing to wrap an arm around her and help her walk through the forest towards the cars.

The coven was silent as they walked through the forest. Prom kept glancing over her shoulder at her brother as if to remind herself that he was really there in Grisha's body. Pollux was walking beside her, his hand occasionally grazing hers. Datura didn't understand why he didn't just hold her hand. It was so obvious he wanted to comfort her at this time. Herself and the demon brung up the back. Their coven had been through a lot in one evening. Things were forever changed without Grisha. Even more so now that his body was being occupied by Prometheus' brother. Datura still couldn't get over it. Just as Prom kept looking at the boy, Datura couldn't help her gaze from lingering on him. It felt so weird that someone else was walking around in Grisha's body. As much as she may have hated the warlock, he hadn't deserved to die. And she wasn't sure how he'd feel knowing some other warlock was now walking around in his body.

"What do you say we all come back to our place for some pizza?" Pollux broke the silence, turning back to glance at the trio behind him and Prom. "We'll need to get Prometheus I situated in the apartment, and we could all use some food after the night we've had."

Datura didn't miss the shock on Prometheus II's face. Pollux was referring to her apartment as their apartment once again. While it was unlikely he'd completely move back in right away, it was a step in the right direction. Datura had a feeling that at least for the night, Pollux wasn't going to leave Prom's side. She would need comfort after the events that conspired in the woods. She would need someone to lean on as she worked through the emotions of her dead brother being alive again. The kind of support only Pollux could give her. And even if he wasn't ready to date again, he wouldn't abandon her during this. He loved her too much to let her go through this alone.

"Pizza sounds amazing," Datura moaned, closing her eyes as she pictured the cheesy goodness. She hadn't realized just how starving she was. When was the last time she ate?

"Sounds fantastic," Ambrose added with a chuckle. "Why don't you drive Prom's car, take the siblings with you, and I'll drive Datura and me?"

"I can drive," Datura and Prom both interjected, giving Ambrose offended looks. Their indignation was met with hard stares from both Ambrose and Pollux.

"Both of you suffered injuries," Pollux pointed out.

"Both of you are, rightfully, exhausted," Ambrose added.

"Therefore, neither of you are driving," Pollux finalized.

Prom and Datura both rolled their eyes, grumbling arguments under their breathes. But neither fought the issue. The boys had a point. It was probably much safer for them to drive.

"I can drive!" Prometheus I interjected. Everyone shook their heads no immediately.

"You were barely sixteen when you died. You are not driving," Prom argued with a sigh. "I don't care if you're in a twenty-one-year-old body now. You've been dead for twenty-two years, and therefore haven't driven in twenty-two years. You aren't driving."

Prometheus I opened his mouth to start to argue, but one look at his sister's face and he closed his mouth. He wasn't going to win this fight.

"Okay, so we'll all meet at your place," Datura told Prom and Pollux, following Ambrose towards her car as they broke out of the forest. The trio nodded, Pollux waving as he helped Prom into the passenger side of her car.

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After devouring several large pizzas, the coven found themselves lounging throughout Prom's living room. Prom and Pollux were sitting on the couch. They weren't exactly cuddling, but they were sitting closer together than Datura had seen them in a while. Prometheus II had claimed an armchair on the other side of his sister, but he had looked mildly uncomfortable the entire night. Datura could hardly imagine what he was going through. She hoped that once he and Prom were left alone that maybe they could work things out together.

Datura had taken to sitting on the floor by the coffee table, and Ambrose had joined her. But now that she'd eaten more pizza than her stomach could handle, she was lying across the floor with her head in his lap. He had grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch for her a while ago, and now Datura was finding it increasingly difficult to stay awake. Between her full belly, the warmth of the blanket, and Ambrose's fingers running through her hair, Datura felt like she could fall asleep at any moment.

"I think maybe it's time to get Datura back to her own apartment," Ambrose murmured, glancing down at the sleepy witch. "Unless you want all of us crashing on your floor tonight, Prom."

"No, you should drive her home," Prom chuckled. "We could all use some sleep, and my floor probably isn't the most comfortable."

Datura chuckled, slowly lifting herself from the floor. Ambrose offered her his hand for help, but Datura brushed it off. She couldn't help but feel a little weird about how kind the demon was being to her. It had to be the guilt eating at him. And while Datura was thoroughly grateful he'd saved her life and done the right thing in the end, she wasn't entirely sure if she was ready to forgive him.

Stretching as she stood, Datura offered her friends a small smile. She tucked the blanket she'd been using around Prom's shoulders before following Ambrose towards the door.

"Prom, I'm really glad you came when you did," she spoke up softly, stopping at the doorway to turn to the witch. "And I'm glad you've got your brother back. If you need anything, just call me."

Prom simply offered Datura a small smile. Prom didn't smile much, but Datura knew that this was a sincere one.

"Goodnight, everyone," she called out before closing the door behind her.

As Datura and Ambrose left, Prom shrugged the blanket off her shoulders. Pollux immediately wrapped it back around her, however, earning a confused look from the witch.

"Why do people keep trying to put this blanket around me?"

"Because you're in shock," Pollux deadpanned. "It's meant to comfort you."

"That doesn't mean I need a blanket. It means I need booze," Prom argued, earning a small smile from her ex-boyfriend. He didn't even try to argue as he stood to grab the vodka.

"Do I get some?" Prometheus II spoke up, a hopeful look on his face.

"No!"

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Datura sighed as she and Ambrose climbed the steps of her apartment building. She couldn't help but stop in front of her door. She glanced back across the hall at Fiona's apartment door. Well, Fiona's old apartment door. Datura guessed that she wouldn't be living there anytime soon.

Ambrose placed a hand on her shoulder, startling her out of her thoughts.

"You okay?"

Datura forced a smile onto her face as she nodded.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she lied, opening the door and making her way into her apartment. She scooped down to gather Hecate into her arms. She nuzzled the kitten as she made her way through the apartment towards her kitchen.

"Liar," Ambrose called out, closing and locking the door behind him.

Datura sighed, placing the cat onto the counter. She got to work fixing herself a cup of bedtime tea, refusing to look up at Ambrose as he followed her into the kitchen. Of course, the demon knew when she was lying. She'd just hoped he wouldn't call her out on it. She didn't exactly want to talk about what happened tonight.

"It's okay to not be okay, you know?" Ambrose said softly, placing a hand over hers. He took the kettle and herbs from her. He worked on fixing the tea, motioning for Datura to take a seat at the counter. He rustled through her cabinets, looking for some ingredients to add to help with her healing and the pain she was likely feeling.

"No one would expect you to be okay after what happened tonight," he added.

"I don't want to talk about it," Datura spoke up, wrapping her arms around herself.

"That's okay too," Ambrose assured her, warming up her tea instantly with some magic instead of waiting for the water to boil. He placed the cup down in front of her.

"I'm just saying, you don't have to process this alone. I know I haven't earned your trust or forgiveness yet, and I know it's going to take some time, but I'm here for you, Datura."

"You're right," she whispered, lowering her gaze from his. "I'm not ready to forgive you yet. But... Thank you. For everything tonight. And for being here for me. You're most definitely not a monster."

Ambrose felt his heart clench at her words. He wasn't sure if she was right about that. He'd done some pretty terrible things to her. He had deserved her calling him a monster. He wasn't sure he deserved that insult being taken back. Not yet.

Datura nodded, offering the demon a small, grateful smile. She stood up, her cup of tea in her hands, and started making her way towards her bedroom.

"You're welcome to take Pollux's room or the couch for the night," she spoke up. "I may not be ready to forgive you, but I'm not cruel enough to kick you out after what we've been through."

Ambrose chuckled. It may not have been much, but the fact that Datura was letting him stay (and even teasing him) made him feel a bit better. She was going to give him a chance to make it up to her. She'd forgive him someday. Ambrose just needed to earn it. He could do that.

"Goodnight, Tura."

"Goodnight, Mormo."

#witches and ghosts and demons oh my #the aftermath #mostly datura and ambrose #some prom and pollux #and some prom and prom?

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nothingeverlost · 5 years ago

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Fic: Things Half in Shadow (13/14)

Fandom: Once Upon a Time

Pairings: Gold/Belle (eventually) with side pairings that probably include Graham/Bay, Archie/Emma and others.

Summary: The first thing you learn, back in Psych 101, is that you never get emotionally involved with a patient. For 25 years Dr. Gold hasn’t had a problem walking that fine line. Something changes, though, when he meets Belle French. AU

Author’s Note: I don’t even know how it’s possible that the last update was so long ago. I’m sorry. It’s funny but this fic was started so long ago that we didn’t have a name yet for Gold’s ex. Apparently the one time I mentioned her I named her Nora, so I’ll stay with that.

TRIGGER WARNING: Indirect mentions of abuse and sexual assult

Chapter 13 - Self Care

“You’re not seriously thinking about going to work today. You look like crap, pops.” Bailey was at the kitchen table when Nick made it down the stairs, a frustratingly slow journey considering how much his knee ached. Fortunately his early bird son being awake meant there were hot coffee and muffins still warm from the oven waiting for him.

“I took yesterday off,” he said with a shrug. It had been against his wishes, worried that his absence would damage the progress he’d made so far with Belle, as well as the added strain he’d been forced to put on Archie’s schedule. There hadn’t been any way around it, though. He’d spent most of the day with his leg elevated and ice on his knee, trying not to move his face too much. He’d refused his son’s offer to stay home all day, but in the afternoon after the bakery had closed they’d spent a few hours playing gin rummy and alternately watching the Food Network and a documentary on King James.

“The world isn’t going to end if you take two days off in a row. Your leg…”

“Is something I’ve been dealing with since you were a babe in arms. It’s fine.” It was a complete lie, of course. His knee was inflamed, his calf bruised from Moe’s kick, and he’d taken the pain pills he usually ignored just to deal with walking. As for worlds ending, he hoped nothing so dramatic had happened in his absence but didn’t dare leave Belle alone any longer. He’d spoken with Archie twice during the day, and Graham once, but needed to judge her state of mind for himself. She’d been through enough without taking on the responsibility of his own absence. He was afraid what progress they’d made might already be lost.

“I’m not going to be able to talk you out of this, am I?” Bay said with a sigh as he stood up. “Sit. I’ll start breakfast.”

“The muffins…”

“Are not enough on their own, especially considering the pain pills you’re probably taking in order to push yourself harder than you should. Let me at least make sure you have something decent in your stomach, okay?” Bay was frowning as he stood with a carton of eggs in one hand. His son was a good man. Sometimes Nick questioned what he’d ever done to deserve such a kid, but he was grateful.

“I’ll eat whatever you cook, and take the muffins to work to share,” he agreed, hoping to appease his boy. He’d planned to be earlier than usual, but could sacrifice a little time. Without further argument he took his coffee to the dining room table, doing his best to sit without wincing when his knee was forced to bend.

“Will you eat something real for lunch or do I need to pack you something in a brown paper bag?” Bailey’s hands flew as he chopped onion and minced garlic. He was much slower in picking through a wilted bit of broccoli with a wrinkled nose.

“I’ll pick something up from the cafeteria,” he promised. Someday, he hoped, his son would have kids of his own. He’d be a good parent. The kind of parent children deserved to have.

“Aren’t you a little too old for barroom brawls, Nick? You look like shit.” Mal Carbaosse was the first person Nick ran into, which was better than Regina but less desirable than making it to his office unobserved. He had a half hour before his morning appointment with Belle and needed to catch up on what he’d missed the day before.

“Tactful as always, Mal.” He changed his route to head for the closet they generously referred to as a staff room. At least if Mal was going to distract him he could get another cup of coffee. Tea was not going to cut it for the day.

“Have you looked in a mirror lately? You could easily scare small children. And nervous patients. You should do something about that.” She gestured at her own face. “I have some concealer in my bag.”

“I hardly think that’s necessary.” It hadn’t occurred to him, that he could do anything about his cheek. While he didn’t care what most people would think, he had woken up at least twice in the middle of the night worrying about how to explain it to Belle so she wouldn’t worry.

“Of course it is. How necessary was your little caveman display?” Mal, as usual, didn’t listen to him and dig through her purse, pulling out what looked like a tube of lipstick in shape, though the color was more beige.

“Important enough.” He winced when Mal touched his face, the pain shooting up to his temple. As she worked on his skin he focused on his breathing, hand tightening around his cane.

“Well you won’t be winning any beauty pageants but at least you pass for somewhat normal now.” She held up a small round mirror. Nick could still see hints of purple, but it didn’t look much worse than a night without sleep, rather than vivid bruising. “If you’re not careful Regina might give you a matching one, though. She was extremely not pleased to have the sheriff show up again yesterday.”

“Regina can throw as many tantrums as she likes, the welfare of my patients will always come first.” At the best of times Nick had no patience for playing politics and pushing pencils. He had far less patience for Regina and her schemes.

“Fortunately for Regina she’s not bogged down with little things like ethics or the hippocratic oath. Her welfare concerns involve the health of the bank statements. I think it galls her that your reputation makes you too valuable to force out, but it wouldn’t hurt you to learn to play her game a little. Make life easier on yourself.” Mal glanced down at her cell phone. Nick could see the screen well enough to know he needed to head for his office if he was going to be there before Belle.

“I never have been very good at playing games.” And he’d be damned if he would play Regina’s. He could, if necessary, make her dance to his own tune, though it wouldn’t be pleasant for either of them. “If you’ll pardon me I have a morning appointment.”

“You know where to find me if you need a touch up. In a couple of days your face is going to be a very flattering shade of green.” Mal settled herself at the table after picking a carton of yogurt out of the fridge. Nick nodded before leaving the staff room, headed for his office. He had just enough time to brew a pot of tea to go with the muffins he’d brought from home.

“Doctor Gold, would you like to explain…” Regina, predictable, was hovering near his office door.

“Don’t you have any real work to be doing, Regina? I’m busy.” He slipped his office key from his pocket, hoping she wouldn’t follow him into the room.

“My job is to keep this place running which requires, among other things, keeping a spotless reputation. We’ve had the sheriff here twice this week disrupting everyone’s schedule and now this.” She waved a newspaper in his face. He was glad to see there was no photo accompanying the brief article about ‘assault and arrest.’

“I will have no problems explaining my actions to the board, should it become necessary. Until then it is a private matter that involves patient confidentiality and you should be glad not to know the details.” He had been informed that French, so far, had decided not to press charges. While he had no desire to be on the wrong side of bars again his concern was for Belle if the details of the case had to be released.

“There are many that would love to have the position you are in. It wouldn’t be hard to replace you.” Regina folded the paper in half, holding it down at her side, her grip tight as if he would try to take it from her.

“Try it, Regina, and we’ll see who is left standing. You might not like the answer.” He would not go quietly. His patients needed him, and he liked where he was.

“We’ll see,” she said after a moment’s hesitation. When she turned to walk away she was not quite as confident as she’s been when she’d cornered him.

“That we will,” Gold muttered under his breath as he pushed his office door open. He filled up his electric kettle to heat water, and set out the muffins while he waited for his pot of tea to brew. Chamomile, since he would be sharing with Belle, though he would have prefered something black. He finished with a minute to spare and no time to wonder if Mal’s makeup had remained in place. Belle stood in his doorway, silent and timid. He wondered if her expression gave away more than it once had, or if he was merely better at reading it. She was nervous.

“Good morning, Belle.” He stayed in his chair, trying to look as relaxed as possible. He didn’t dare stand, afraid he might not be able to smother any signs of pain. As much as possible he hoped to sound as if this was any other morning. “Would you care for a muffin?”

“Yes, thank you.” Belle stepped into the office, closing the door behind her. She took the muffin, but it remained on the plate while she held her teacup between her hands, staring at the steam rising from the pale liquid as if it would tell her something. He let her have a few minutes, hoping it would help her to relax, but she didn’t seem to be in a place where she could begin the conversation.

“Do you want to tell me what you’re thinking about Belle?” he prompted gently.

“You weren’t here yesterday.” She looked at him for just a moment before returning her gaze to her cup. Not enough time to read her expression. “Dr. Hopper said you hurt your knee.”

“I did. It’s an old wound, and it’s more vulnerable because it’s been injured before. I’ve learned that when I hurt it I need some time to take care of it. It was a hard lesson, one I’ve fought more than a few times, to stop and take care of myself, but it takes longer to heal if I ignore it.” He was less concerned with his own healing, though, than he was with hers.

“You hurt it a long time ago. How did you…” Belle shook her head, shifting on the couch uncomfortably. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. It’s not my business. Papa says…”

Gold didn’t give a damn what her father said or thought. “There’s nothing wrong with asking questions. And it’s only fair that you get to ask a few, don’t you think, considering how many you answer for me?”

“You’re the doctor. You’re supposed to ask questions.” When he nudged the plate closer to her she took the hint, tearing off a small bite of the muffin and eating it. She followed it with a sip of the tea.

“We’ve spent a lot of time together since you’ve been here. It’s normal for you to be curious, and it’s okay to ask questions. I won’t always be able to answer them, but you can ask me anything. I was in a car accident when my son was a few months old, and had to have a couple of surgeries. I had to learn how to walk again when he was learning for the first time.” He’d come home from lunch to see Bay only to find another man in his bed. He’d run from the house, driving too fast and too recklessly. He and Nora had patched their marriage up about as well as his knee had been repaired. The man she’d left with five years later was the same one he’d caught in his bed.

“You still have to use a cane.” She probably didn’t even notice that her hand settled on her stomach, covering the scars that were criss crossed on her skin. Scars that might fade with time, but wouldn’t go away. He had his own scars on his knee, and those less visible.

“I do. It’s one of the ways I take care of myself, just like taking yesterday off was a way to take care of myself. We’ve been talking about behaviors you can use to take care of yourself, can you tell me if there’s any that helped you yesterday?” She’d taken three bites of muffin and almost finished a cup of tea. Now that he had her talking he could hopefully learn a little better how she was coping with the events of the last few days.

He stayed in his office for the rest of the morning. He might have stayed for most of the day, rather than put weight on his leg, but he’d made a promise to his boy. He couldn’t lie about eating lunch, not when Bay was so perceptive about such things and already worried. He waited until the end of the lunch service, though, in hopes that the cafeteria would be mostly empty.

“I guess I don’t have to ask if you had a good reason for missing yesterday.” There were only a few stragglers in the cafeteria; Belle was not among them. Ruby, however, was sitting on one of the tables closest to the doors. She looked like she had been waiting for him; the lack of any food next to her seemed to confirm his suspicion. “Granny would say you look like something the cat dragged in, Doc.”

“The cafeteria is for people who are eating, Ms. Lucas. Perhaps you have someplace more constructive to be?” Archie had told him what Belle had said about trust, and he was grateful to the woman. He was also hungry and not in the mood to talk, or to explain himself when he wasn’t about to tell the truth.

“Something is going on with Belle,” Ruby stated bluntly.

“I’m not at liberty…”

“I know what you’re not allowed to say. I’m not asking.” She crossed her arms, looking for a moment very much like her grandmother. “Her story is hers to tell; she knows I’ll listen if she ever wants to share. I’m not asking about her, I’m asking about him.”

“Him?” None of the patients had been in the lobby two days ago, they couldn’t know what had happened. Belle didn’t need the place to be filled with rumors and people whispering about her.

“She’s scared of someone, Doc. That’s not new, but two days ago something happened to make it worse. We’ve seen the guards.” She leaned forward, just a little. In the back of his mind Gold thought he should ask her later if she was interested in law. She would make a hell of a lawyer in a courtroom.

“It’s a precaution.” He hadn’t seen the guards yet, but was relieved they were there. The fact that their presence annoyed Regina was a silver lining. “Everyone here is safe.”

“We’re never safe from ourselves.” The words she spoke made him forget how to breathe for a moment. It was a truth he’d learned all too well; sometimes the only person he couldn’t save someone from was themself. He wouldn’t let it be true with Belle. “The world isn’t this place, though. We all have to leave sometime.”

“She’d not leaving, not until she’s ready. And when that time comes she’ll still be safe.” He would do everything in his power to make sure it’s true. She would be free of Moe French.

“Okay.” In a flash the almost feral look in her eyes was gone. She was just a patient again, not much older than a kid. Ruby slid from the table and headed for the door, but she stopped next to him for a moment. “Might be time for a little more foundation, Doc. Or some boxing lessons”

He stood where he was until she was gone, shaking his head as he thought over the conversation. There was more to Ruby Lucas than he’d ever seen before. He would have to let Archie know about their exchange, but that could happen later. For the moment he needed food. The ministron didn’t look too bad, and his cheek felt well enough that he decided on a roast beef sandwich, carrying the tray carefully in one hand to the table in the farthest corner of the room. His solitude lasted five minutes before Graham slid into the chair across from him. He hadn’t heard the orderly coming.

“I wasn’t sure you’d be here today.” The younger man carried a cup of coffee and a brown bag with a well known label. Gold was very familiar with the double chocolate cheesecake brownie he removed from the bag; Bay had gone through dozens of variations before he was happy enough to start selling them. Gold had been more than happy to offer his opinion of every batch.

“I would have been here yesterday if it had been possible.” The soup, it turned out, was barely warm. He pushed it away and took a bite of the sandwich. “At least I knew my patients were looked after.”

“She was.” Graham wasn’t known for mincing his words. It had been months of working together before Gold had a conversation with him that was more than a dozen words long. They both knew that there was one patient in particular of whom he spoke.

“Archie mentioned the sheriff was here again yesterday.” He planned to stop by her office on the way home. Even from a hospital room French could make trouble.

“She’s in Belle’s corner. The restraining order is what Belle wants and Emma will make sure it’s what she gets. She doesn’t back down in a fight, not when it’s important. She knows this is important.” Graham spoke with a familiarity that Gold hadn’t expected.

“You know her?” The sheriff having Graham’s approval put him mind slightly more at rest.

“When she was seventeen she tried to steal my truck. We’ve been friends ever since.” Graham smiled for a moment before his eyes narrowed. “She visited French last night. She wouldn’t tell me what he said but she was very explicit about what she’d do if he ever came back here.”

“I’m sorry she had to speak with him.” He hoped her help wouldn’t be needed once the restraining order was in place, but it was good to know where she stood. It made him angry that anyone else had to be tainted by the filth that was Moe French.

“Some people let pain twist them. Some people learn to be stronger. Emma’s strong enough to deal with it. Belle’s learning to be strong too. Whatever he did, he’s alone now. She’s not.” Graham tore off a piece of his brownie, sliding it across the table next to his now empty plate.

“No, she’s not.” He accepted the brownie; unsure if it was the sugar or the fact that his boy made it that made it taste especially sweet.

The afternoon was spent in session with his usual patients and two that he’d missed the day before. It took three cups of coffee and pain pills taken religiously to make it through the sessions with the amount of focus they deserved. It was a relief that Jefferson wasn’t one of the patients he had scheduled; he didn’t have the attention for that level of wordplay.

He might have stayed late to make up for lost time, but he had to admit to himself that he’d already pushed himself harder than was wise. The last thing he needed was to push his leg so far that he couldn’t walk on it and needed to take days off.

“Belle.” He couldn’t leave without checking on Belle one more time. He found her in the art room, a pile of yarn ball in front of her. Her attention, however, was on the window. The sun would be going down soon.

“Mary Margaret is going to teach me how to knit. Tomorrow we’re going to start on squares. First I have to decide what colors I like.” She fingered the ball of yarn closest to her hand, a strange shade of greenish gold.

“May I?” he pointed to the chair across the table from her, and when she nodded he sat down. “Perhaps it’s more about the one you like to touch the most? It’s a rather tactile art.”

“This one is the softest.” The skin she pulled out of the pile was a bright blue; it reminded him of the color of her eyes. “If I make enough squares Mary Margaret says they can be turned into a blanket. It would be alright for my bed, wouldn’t it?”

“I think it would be just right.” The yarn was soft, the antithesis of sharp bits of metal. It would be gentle against her skin, covering a bed that she nervously wanted to claim as her own. “I would imagine it will take some time to complete.”

“Winter might even be over before I’m done.” She held the yarn tight in her hand.

He sat with her for ten minutes, speaking of nothing important. She spoke easily of colors and of how she’d asked Mary Margaret about the sweater she was knitting. About the offer that had been extended, and accepted. When the urge came to ask if her mother had knitted he’d bitten his tongue; she needed time to just talk. Ruby showed up a minute after the dinner gong sounded, a handful of people just behind her, and he urged Belle to join them.

“I’ll see you in the morning, Belle.”

“In the morning.” She took the blue yarn with her.

#things half in shadow #rumbelle fic #graham humbert #bailey gold #Nick gold #abuse tw #my fic #belle french #ruby lucas #mal fincent

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blizzardfluffykpop · 7 years ago

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Tea Kettle

Summary: “I have more of a chance of a tea kettle asking me out then, I do of Kihyun asking me out.”

Rewritten Series

Fluff and Smut

Word Count: 3,219

Kihyun X Female! Reader

[Featuring: Best friend! Minhyuk and Hyungwon]

Parts: I , II, III

(I really want to finish this today because I am so proud of our boys. Monsta X has had their first win. And, they deserve it they made me cry. I haven’t cried in a while but, I’ll be honest the instant I saw them start to tear up. You can bet your ass I was starting to cry. I was like Kihyun and I was down for the count). :Original A/N

If you are a minor, please do not read/engage with this post. This an 18+ work.

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He kisses me, and I can’t help but smile into the kiss, and I feel him grin as well. We break away with smiles on our faces. And he says, “I’m glad you like me.”

“I’m glad as well. Because I’ve liked you since I first saw you.”

“Wait, you are telling me I could have asked you out back then?”

We laugh at each other’s obliviousness and rub our noses together. Before he asks, “What do you say to a movie marathon date?” I grin, “I say you’ve read my mind.” With a bowl filled with popcorn and two cans of pop. With that, we kick off our first date. He pulls me into him closer by doing the classic yawn move and wraps an arm around my shoulders. And I can’t help but giggle and lean in closer to him as I munch on some popcorn. And unlike times before when I’ve watched cliche romantic movies, where I gag at every time the characters made out. I can't help but feel soft. Especially, because it became a little game of whenever the characters kissed on the screen, we would too.

We’re about three movies in when we hear a knock on his door. I pout as he pulls away to get up and see who it is. Just to see the devil and his boyfriend standing outside the door, I cross my arms at him as he makes his way over to me. Minhyuk awkwardly pulls at his collar, revealing quite a few hickeys. He pouts as I glare at him, and I roll my arms and go, “What?” He goes, “I’m sorry I locked you out, but I know you wanted to be with Kihyun and all,… So, I figured–” I squinted, “You figured wrong.” I couldn’t contain my grin any longer and got up and hugged him, telling him that. He was indeed right. And the tea kettle no longer had a chance with me cause Kihyun asked me out. And he grins, “Oh~ You’re wearing his clothes. Did something happen?” I shake my head, “No, I had to take a shower after running after you this afternoon.” He nods, “Anyway, Wonnie is asking Kihyun if we could go on a double date. Would you like to?” I nod, “That sounds fun, okay? Now, skiddale. So I can finish my solo date with Kiki.” He nods, and we high-five before he grabs Hyungwon’s hand and gestures for them to leave.

And when Kihyun lands back on the couch, he looks over at me and goes, “Did I tell you you look cute in my clothes?” I shake my head, ‘no’. He grins, “Well, you look adorable in them, and I can’t believe I get to call you mine.” I laugh, “Well, you’re pretty handsome in your clothes, too. And I can’t believe I finally get to call you mine, either.” He grins, and we snuggle up together and fall asleep watching a movie together.

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That weekend we all headed out to a fancy restaurant in our best clothes. Kihyun is wearing a suit coat with little gold embellishments. And dress pants with a partially unbuttoned button-down. A black tied choker on which made his neck look even prettier. I wore a simply put-together outfit with gold rings to match his outfit. Of course, with some help from Minhyuk, who had been on plenty of dates to this fancy restaurant. He wore a light blue-suited outfit with a ruffled dress shirt, in contrast to Hyungwon, who was wearing a light pink-suited outfit with a black blouse. To say we were the best dressed in the restaurant may have been an overstatement, but it certainly felt that way.

Honestly, this is the best time I’ve ever had at a high-class restaurant with my best friend and his boyfriend and my boyfriend. There couldn’t have been a better setup. They may be gifted singers, but they are hilarious when you pair the three of them together. Of course, all good things must end when Hyungwon and Kihyun start their little bickering. Minhyuk and I tuned them out, and we talked until they finished their little discretion.

It was later when Minhyuk went to use the restroom. And Hyungwon went to pay the bill for us after we handed him some money to pay for it. When Kihyun tells me, “I know it’s early in our relationship to be thinking like this. But I have to tell you,... you have no idea how bad I just want to fuck you. Right here, right now, in front of everyone. Because you look so hot.” I turn red but don’t back down and tell him, “Good thing I wasn’t the only one thinking that way. You’re so handsome, and to add the choker and suit on top of it? Oh god, Ki, the things you do to me.” He gives me a grin and pulls me into a passionate kiss. We pull away once we see Minhyuk and Hyungwon come back.

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Minhyuk and Hyungwon bid us farewell before hopping into an Uber. Hand in hand, we walk over to Kihyun’s car, and once inside, we can’t keep our hands off of each other.

He pulls away to tell me, “I hope Hyungwon is staying at your apartment tonight.” I giggle against his lips, “Me too.” Before pulling him into another make-out session. “If we keep it up like this, I don’t know if we’ll even make it to my room.” He whispers against my lips, “I wouldn’t mind that too much.” I say cheekily, and he smirks, “I should have asked you out sooner.” I grin, “I wish you had.” He sighs and turns on the car. “But now, I’m not taking a moment to miss out on you any longer.” I gulp, “Fuck.” He smirks as he shifts it down into drive before pulling out of the parking spot and onto the road. He places his hand around my thigh and gently squeezes. I gasp and catch that his smirk is still playing on his lips.

Even as we reach the apartment parking lot, he makes no move to move his hand further up, “You fucking tease.” His smirk is still evident, “This is just the start, baby.” Stunned out of my mind, I can’t help but nod, and he pulls into the parking spot. And before I have time to react. He is opening my door, I accept his hand before pulling him into a heated kiss, and he kisses back just as feverishly, and when he pulls away, “I wasn’t expecting that.” I laugh as I shut the car door behind me, and he pulls me into his side as we walk to the entrance door.

We keep our composure in the hallway until we reach the elevator. Once the door closes, he pulls me against him, “I can’t get enough of you.” I reach around him and hit the fifth-floor button. Before he grinds up into me and I whine out, “Fuck,” He laughs, “You’re telling me~” I roll my eyes and feel him underneath me. When the elevator dings that we’ve reached our floor, I steal one more kiss before we rush to his door.

And unlike Minhyuk. He struggles to put the key inside the lock, “Dammit!” He lets out in frustration before he slams the key in, “I hope this isn’t foreshadowing anything.” He glares at me, “No, I just want you so badly right now that I’m having a hard time thinking about anything else. And it’s kind of hindering any of my other abilities.” I giggle at him before he pulls me inside his apartment and slams me against the door. “Don’t get it twisted, baby. You're mine tonight, and I plan to make the most of it.” I smirk, “Is that so?” While he has the upper hand here. I know I can get underneath his skin and fluster him. He pushes his leg between mine, and I can’t help but grind against it as I shove my fingers into his locks. And pull him into another make-out session.

His hands find the bottom of my shirt before tugging on it, and I remove my hands long enough for him to pull it off. He immediately attaches his lips to my neck, leaving a trail of bite marks. “Fuck. I’m going to have such a hard time covering these.” I whimper out, and he smirks, “That’s the point, so everyone knows you're mine.” I blushed beet red as he continues marking up my neck. His hands finding the top of my pants, and he makes quick work of the bottom before shoving them down my waist. I do my best to kick them off as he flexes his thigh underneath me. I gasp and decide he has too many clothes on for me to be almost naked. I push his jacket off his shoulders before quickly undoing his buttons.

I can’t help but gawk as I run my hands over his chest. He shivers at the contact, and I push the shirt off his shoulders, and he lets the two articles drop from his arms. “Damn, I thought you were perfect before, but really?” He smiles, “You think so?” I shake my head and look him sincerely in the eyes, “I know so now. You have the cutest tummy, and yet you’re still built? Words cannot describe how I feel right now.” He grins and pulls me in for a sweet kiss before we continue. He asks, “Wanna go up to my room?” I giggle and say, “As much as I would love for you to fuck me against your front door. I think I’d much rather have our first time together on your bed.” He grins, “Good, cause I was thinking the same exact thing.” He grabs my hand and leads me up to his room.

“Are you sure you still want to do this?” He asks once we’re inside his room, “Yeah, as long as you’re sure.” He grins before kissing me in the middle of his room. And when I finally open my eyes again, I take in his room. The fluffy blankets, the little picture frames of his family and him. “Wow, I pictured your room a thousand times before, but somehow it’s even better than I imagined.” He grins, “Really?” I nod, “It’s so you, and I don’t think I can ever get enough of it.” He shakes his head at me before leading me backwards to land on his bed. “I don’t think I could ever get enough of you, and I can’t wait to see what your room is like, either.” I laugh, and I didn’t think our first time would turn out to be so light-hearted, but here it is.

He captures my lips in a sweet kiss. Before leaving, a trail of kisses all over my chest as he works his way down. He looks back at me before running his fingers over my panties, “You’re so wet, baby, and I’ve barely even started.” I blush a deep red, and he gives me a small smirk before pulling them off of me and running his fingers over my folds. “F-fuck” I whimper out, and he pulls his fingers away and pops his two middle fingers in his mouth. Before sucking on them and bringing them to my entrance. My brain can’t even process how hot that was before he’s gently pushing them in, “Ki-Kihyun!” He grins before leaning down and lapping up around my entrance. I can’t help but let out a string of curses as his tongue finds my clit. And my hands find purchase on his blanket, and I clench the fabric in my hands.

I clench around his fingers as I get close, and that’s when he picks up the pace. I try to squirm away from the massive amount of pleasure I’m receiving. And he uses his free arm to hold me down as he eats me out like it’s his last meal. And suddenly, I can’t hold back any noises, and I’m a whimpering whining mess underneath him. I swear I feel him smirk against me before he hums against me, and I fall apart underneath him. I raise up on my elbows to see him grinning as he laps up all of my juices as I shake underneath his hold. He licks his lips clean before bringing his fingers up to his mouth again and licks them clean. ‘Fuck, that’s so hot’, I think to myself and see he’s still clothed from below his waist. “You taste so sweet, baby.” He tells me before he brings his lips up to mine, and I taste myself all over his lips. And I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips as he breaks away, “Told you.” I blush as he winks at me before I sit up and undo his belt and catch how his pants are straining to keep him contained. I rub my hands over his cock, and as he shudders, I quickly unbutton his pants. And he kicks them off as I take my time sliding down his boxers. He whines at me to go faster, and I smirk before shoving them down and gasping. “Damn, everything has to be perfect on you, huh?” He blushes, and before I can wrap my lips around his cock, he shakes his head and pushes me back onto his bed. Before quickly reaching into his bedside drawer and pulling out a condom. He peels it open before sliding it over his cock and can’t help but groan at the sight.

He smirks and lines himself up with my entrance before teasingly running his cock along my folds. I whine, “Ki–” I stop short as he pushes into me slowly, and I can’t help but gasp. He lets out a quiet, “F-fuck” and finds my hand and interlocks them before connecting our lips again. He whispers into my ear, “This is better than I ever dreamed.” I let out a light laugh, and he groans as I tell him, “Me too.” He laughs, and I can’t help but groan back. “Shit, if you laugh again, I won’t be able to keep my cool.” I whisper against his ear, “Lose it, baby.” And he groans, and I can’t help but laugh again. He shakes his head at me before he starts up fuckin up into me. And we both let out a string of moans, and it’s his turn to laugh as he pulls me into a kiss. “I don’t know how you manage to look cute even though you look completely fucked out.” I grin up at him, “You should see yourself right now. Cause you're glowing. And it’s making me think I’m imagining this whole thing up.” With my free hand, I pull him down into another kiss as he continues fucking into me. “Shi-Shit, you make me feel so good,” I whine out to him when we break away. and he squeezes my hand in his, “I can’t even, fuck, begin to explain what you make me feel.” We groan out together, and I grab his other hand and hold it in mine, “I’m-I’m close.” He lets out a sigh of relief, “Really?” I nod, and he tells me, “I am too.” Before pulling me in for another kiss, I can’t hold back any of my moans as he picks up his pace. And I can’t help but break away to let out a slew of moans. He groans before pulling away his left hand to rub my clit in quick circles. I try to hold back the scream that rips through my throat as he sets a brutal pace, “Ki-Kihyun! I’m-I’m–” He groans out, “Fuck, me too!” He captures my lips in his as I hit my climax. His thrusts become sloppy as he cums inside of me. He stills his movements as we both try to catch our breath. We look each other in the eyes and can’t help but grin, “Man, that was better than I imagined.” He says just above a whisper, “Me too, fuck, I’m– wow, yeah.” He slowly pulls out and pulls off his condom before tossing it in the trash bin near his desk.

He places a kiss on my lips, “I’ll be right back.” I nod and try to fight off the fatigue of wanting to fall asleep after a mind-blowing orgasm. He comes back with a wet cloth and carefully wipes the two of us. He tosses it in his hamper before getting into bed beside me. I face him, and he smiles at me and brushes a hair behind my ear, “You’re so beautiful.” I giggle, “I could say the same about you, handsome.” He smiles, and with that, we both crawl under his blanket. “I never thought I would get the chance to be with you, let alone have you in my bed.” I blush at his words and tell him, “I never thought you would like me back, let alone this.” It’s his turn to blush, and I can’t help but smile at him, “Our roommates are going to tease the shit out of this, aren’t they?” He nods, “Of course, but what else would we expect from the two of them.” We both giggle at the situation, and he pulls me into his embrace, “I can’t believe this is real.” I look up at him and ask, “Do you need me to pinch you?” He shakes his head, “No, your scent is enough to make this real.” I shake my head and breathe in his scent, “You smell absolutely heavenly, Ki.” He grins, “I can say the same about you, (Y/n).”

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“You know you two could have the decency and not leave your clothes strewn everywhere!” Minhyuk barges in early the next morning into Ki’s room, “How the fuck did you get in here?” I groaned, “I picked up the lock picking in our senior year of high school. It comes in handy.” Kihyun lets out the groan this time, “Can’t you see we’re busy sleeping here?” He smirks, “I know. I just wanted to irritate you two, but Hyungwon needed to get his books for class, so that’s why I’m really here.” We look at each other before going, “Can you leave?” Minhyuk pouts, and like a kicked puppy, he walks out of the room and shuts it behind himself. “He truly is something else.” I mutter to myself, and Kihyun mutters against me, “That’s why Hyungwon and Minhyuk work so well.” I laugh and kiss his shoulder before noticing I didn’t leave any marks on his pretty little neck.

I decide I have to change that and lay my lips on the spot where his neck meets his shoulder and suck on it. And he lets out a moan, and I smile as I suck a red mark on his neck, “Perfect.” He moves back to examine my neck, “I did a number on you, huh?” I nod, “Yeah, but now I'll be reminded of the best night of my life.” He smirks, “I can make it a morning to remember too.” I smirk, “Oh, you’re so on.”

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