#after missing him for two races i am never ever taking his presence for granted

[f1-birb]

everyone talking about Lando looking like a cardboard cut out but EYE am looking at

✨ Jon ✨

[nyashykyunnie]

Hello hello can I request first date and first kiss with xiao and diluc? both of them need sum love, especially xiao his angst potential is too much QwQ anyway thank you have a great day!!

A/N: Hi Hi Chirumiii!! Tysm for the request </3!! And I really agree with u that these bbs need more love hnnn!! I hope u enjoy this hc:D Have a great day too hnnn!!

𝕏𝕚𝕒𝕠, 𝔻𝕚𝕝𝕦𝕔 x 𝙶𝙽! ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣: Fɪʀsᴛ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ Kɪss

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I tell you, Xiao was very serious when it comes to this. Well, of course he is, this is for you after all. He doesn’t want your first date with him to be very...Disheartening.

The adeptus did his research thoroughly, he even went so far as to ask Verr Goldett for help.

She was very pleased seeing him like this, for once- He wasn’t thinking about his dark memories or his job. He was thinking of someone very dear to him, seeing him like this made her hear sigh in relief.

When she gave her suggestions, Xiao managed to come up with a good plan.

Xiao was very stiff in your date, appearing at some point nervous. His mind constantly trailed with thoughts like ‘Am I doing this right?’ ‘Are They Enjoying this?’ ‘Is this how mortals do it?’ ‘Am I missing on something?’

Give your boy a comforting pat in the back, it’ll really help him feel a little more assured. 

When you’re both walking, Xiao matches your pace. He’s not a beat slow or fast. He is with you and Xiao wants you to know that.

 Don’t expect him to be too into skinship, it seems...Too awkward for him and he’s afraid of exerting the wrong strength and might end up with you being hurt because of his carelessness.

However, if your eyes are very sharp- You’ll see him trying to reach for your hand but ends up retracting it and clenches his fist.

He wants to hold you, as close as you can possibly be- But the fear of just hurting you haunts him ceaselessly. 

But it’s alright, it doesn’t mean he wont hold you. He’ll eventually build up the confidence and he’ll softly take yours with his.  Xiao’s grip was firm, it’s obvious in his hold that he is someone who has fought numerous battles and wields his spear alone. Maybe his touch will feel a little sad no matter how loving and careful it is.

He wasn’t used to this, walking peacefully with someone beside him. It felt unreal.

Years of never-ending bloodbath, years of always being on high guard- It changed him drastically to the anguish he now suffers alone with.

Xiao was used to being able to not call someone his own, the walls around built up to the point he is trapped in the tight space of darkness of his own grief. Entangled by the karmic binds, forever cursed in the ways of always on the hunt- Xiao walks alone in a path he paved himself, nothing but suffering awaits him.

But when you came into his life? He felt like he wanted to lay down everything of him and just offer it all to you. His heart swore a silent oath to protect and love you in discreet ways.

Xiao takes you to Qingyun Peak and brings you further up the the floating island. He softly pushes your shoulders down to have you sit and he follows beside you.

“Wait a bit” He says, his amber eyes trailing off to the scenery ahead.

You look ahead to see the sky painted in amber and gold, the traces of the blue sky slowly disappearing as the sun takes it’s rest. Your eyes glistened, gsping at how stunning it was.

But Xiao’s eyes weren’t looking at where your gaze wanders, his orbs only looked towards you. 

To him, this sunset doesn’t compare to the beauty that is sitting beside right now. With you, the Golden Winged King didn’t feel like he lived in eons of slaughter. 

It was as if you broke down the walls around him and removed the binds that tortured him, you presence felt like it was the sun itself to him. Your ascension in his life gave him a new light.

You were his flame, without you, Xiao won’t have his light. Where you are, is his guide to peace.

“Xiao this is-” He cuts you off, immediately locking his lips with yours. 

His eyes carefully shut as he brings you in closer, softly circling around your waist and maybe pulling you to his lap. 

His lips were warm, it was soft and it nibbled on yours lovingly.

When he realized what he had done, Xiao immediately pulled out- his face burning to the point even his ears were pinkish.

“I-I” He fumbled in his words, not knowing what to say. “I-I! I!”

Xiao tripped, humiliation flooding him and now he wanted to bang his head somehwere. HE EVEN PULLED YOU TO HIS LAP, HOW DID HE JUST LOSE CONTROL NOW?!

“Xiao?”

“I-I...”

No doubt Xiao won’t be able to look at you straight in the eyes after his -ahem- fail in restraining himself

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Who would have thought that the Head Of The Ragnivndr, who tirelessly rejected the proposals of many wealthy nobles who offered their beautiful daughters- Would eventually fall for someone and ask them out on a date.

A date with Diluc will no doubt be very luxurious (Well duh, this man is a walking wallet). This man might even dress nice, probably in a suit. 

Diluc isn’t used to something like this so expect him to be a little awkward at some point. But he’ll make ways to make this outing for the both of you entertaining. No one wants a date that is just bland, right?

He’ll take you to the wonderful sight in Monstadt. But expect him to avoid going inside as much as he can, Diluc doesnt want to deal with his annoying step-brother after all. He wants to save himself from the Cryo user who will probably wont let him hear the end of it.

He want’s this date to be perfect, he made a lot of efforts for this after all. When was the last time he fully devoted himself to something that isn’t about work or his nightly Darknight Hero agendas?

Who knows, but he doesn’t care. All that matters now is that he will please you, the person who he is willing to give his all to. 

He was always blinded by work, he never batted an eye towards anything else. He wasn’t interested a tad bit in romance, he believed he didn’t need it. He just needs to do what he needs to do. No need for that.

But when you came? Boy did he want to open his own head and check how much water had gone in. Maybe he wanted to smack himself and say ‘So, love is insignificant?’

When he fell for you, his heart burned with to desire to be wanted. He wanted to get your attention. 

The peaceful walk with you felt unreal since he was too used to being in front of piled papers or a blade in hand to slice down. Something serene like this.... Just felt like omething that he’ll only experience inside a dream.

His crimson orbs will always wander to you. Looking at you makes him feel cozy and his heart roared out bbecause he just wants to protect you. 

If he’s confident enough, he’ll softly interlace his fingers with you. He’ll even rub his thumb at the back of yours to have you know that he’s there and he wont be leaving you anytime soon.

Well, in fact... Diluc doesn’t even want to leave you alone ever. He wants to keep you by his side if you also want to.

Moments like this, precious time spent like this, he’ll cherish it closely in his heart.

After all, this might be the last time he’ll get to experience something as soothing as this. 

“Close your eyes” He softly says and you obey him, Diluc then takes your hand and leads you softly.

His touch, full of adoration. He steps were slow and steady, he even has his hand at your back to catch you incase you trip. 

“You can open them now”

The moment your eyes opened, the night sky painted with stars took your breath away. The wind softly blew, brushing against your hair and your strands now softly flew against the breeze. 

Diluc smiled at how you bright your face was now, seeing you this radiant made him feel as if he had been granted a wish of a lifetime.

This is all he wants. He knows this moment will eventually fade into a distant memory that he will no longer be able to ever reach, but it doesn’t matter. He’ll hold this as close as it can. It will now become a piece of his heart.

“Did you enjoy?” He broke the silence between you both.

“Yeah!” You cheered, turning your face that glistened it delight towards him. “This is too stunning, I want to see this every night!”

“That won’t be too hard to grant, I’ll bring you here anyti-”

His words were cut off when you suddenly pounced on him, bringing your lips together.

Diluc frozen in his spot, his orbs blinking in utter disbelief on the sudden move you made. He gulped, unable to function but he eventually returned the affection you were giving him, his arms snaked around your waist, pulling it closer to his figure. 

His heart raced at the contact your lips made, he locked it in for a second before lovingly kissing you even deeper.

Under the moonlight, two souls have united. The wind blew a soft breeze, as if announcing the fuse of two who were made for eachother. 

A/N: Aiyaaa, I’m beat. I’m sleepy and tired, I still have homeworks to do tomorrow so I’m taking a rest now jasjsksg. Have a great day/night everyone! Hope you enjoy this headcanon! **IMMEDIATELY PASSES OUT AND SLEEPS**

[kamotoshi]

safe [chōsō x reader]

pairing: chōsō x fem sorcerer! reader

genre: fluff with (seriously faint) hints of angst

warning(s): contains manga spoilers for chapter 62!

word count: 2.3k

overview: after spending many years as a sorcerer, you’ve believed certain things to be true. but a chance meeting with a curse that’s developed into a deeper relationship changes your perspective.

notes: want some listening music? here are two songs that helped me write this: summer fling by kang + effervescent by toonorth

A quiet, but gasping breath fills your lungs with a pocket of cold air when you wake from a dead sleep with a start. Instinctively, your hand flies in front of you, directed towards the doorway to obliterate whatever intruder you automatically assume has roused you from your deep slumber. However, much to your surprise, you’re completely alone. Rubbing your eyes, you turn your head towards the alarm clock on your bedside table to check the hour.

Ah, it’s that time again.

With a gentle sigh, you slide out from beneath the warm covers, causing your skin to break out in a wave of goosebumps at the chill in your room that you throw on a sweater and pants to combat before heading to the kitchen of your small but cozy living quarters. Sleep refuses to relinquish its grip, and you ungracefully bump into a few surfaces in the process of preparing two, hot cups of tea and finding a blanket to drape around your shoulders.

The rush of crisp air that greets you when you finally make your way outside of your abode livens you up a bit, though, and you wrap your arms around yourself to retain as much warmth as you can. Following the stone path decorated with glowing lanterns brings you to the front gates of your school—a place you know to visit whenever you wake up with such a start in the dead of the night. The drinks in your hands radiate heat that staves off the bite of the cold as another gust of wind howls past you.

In the darkness of the night, only lit ever so faintly by the twinkling stars in the sky and the waning moon, your eyes search for the visitor who seems to have fallen into a habit of making their presence known around the same time on every odd evening. Sure enough, the thumping of heavy boots against the stone walkway winding near and through Jujutsu High’s campus draws your attention to a tall figure wandering around nearby. The baggy cream clothes draped over his body beneath a vest the hue of blood instantly give away his identity, along with the dark, spiked hair gathered neatly atop both halves of his head.

Before his name can leave your mouth, he turns around to face you, as if he senses your presence the same way you sense his on the nights that he chooses to visit. It’s almost as if he uses some unseen force to disturb you from your sleep so he can steal away anywhere from a few minutes to hours of your time. Of course, this possibility would seem at least the slightest bit insane to an average person, but, for you—a jujutsu sorcerer—it cannot be discounted for the sole reason of what your visitor is: a special grade curse.

Wordlessly, the man you’ve come to know as Chōsō after a twisted event that led to many more spontaneous encounters such as this approaches you. His dark gaze skims over your figure before settling on your own, making your heart thud gently in your chest. Placing his hands in his pockets, he glances at the drinks you’re holding and asks, “Will you come on a walk with me?”

As a sorcerer, it should be second nature to meet the request of a cursed spirit with a no followed by a prompt exorcism. However, in all the times that he’d come to visit, he hadn’t appeared to do so out of ill will or inclination to get some sort of revenge. He’d always sat on the outskirts of the campus or walked around the lush forest surrounding it with you, making as much or as little conversation as you’d liked. In spite of how powerful you knew he was and the nature of his being, you didn’t feel particularly put off by him. In fact, you often found yourself thinking about him and when he’d stop by next more than you probably should.

Slowly, you nod, passing him one of your mugs so the two of you can be on your way. “Thanks.”

The sky above is surprisingly clear, given the school’s location in Tokyo, aside from a few, lingering clouds that float past the moon on their way around the part of the world you call home. It’s oddly peaceful considering your company for the evening. But you’d never really felt uneasy in his presence to begin with. And you certainly don’t feel threatened now, with the way he only seems focused on trying not to spill any of the tea you’d so kindly prepared for him as the two of you traverse a dirt path near the school’s grounds.

It's also a bit ironic, you think, that the route you seem to have fallen into the habit of taking leads you near one of the many, small shrines—gems hidden amongst the forest’s depths—but he appears to have just as much of an affinity to the location since he never suggests going elsewhere.

Beneath the gentle, pale glow from above filtered through leafy branches extending over you, Chōsō’s features take on a soft, almost peaceful appearance. He seems to bask in the symphony of crickets singing as he takes a deep breath and sits down on the grassy hill directly beside you. His dark eyes dipping down to the lip of the mug in his hands before shifting over to meet yours catches you off-guard since you hadn’t realized you’d been watching him so attentively.

“Hmm?” he wonders and takes another sip of his tea. His voice and your own pounding heartbeat are the only things you can hear above the sea of noise.

Inquisitively, you ask him a question you’re sure he’s used to hearing: “Why do you keep coming here?”

He sighs and glances at the grass beneath the two of you before answering, “I get overwhelmed.”

“Overwhelmed?” you echo.

His head bobs in a slow nod as he tilts it up towards the sky once more, making his dark eyes twinkle in spite of the hint of sadness that seems to be lingering behind his gaze. “I’m always expected to do things. To pay the price of being granted my life here. And sometimes, all I wanna do is just sit and look at the sky.” There’s a small, but undeniable ache of empathy in your chest as you allow your eyes to flit over every feature of his face, searching for the words he’s not saying. But with his straightforward, unabashedly honest manner of speaking, it’s unlikely for him to leave you wondering.

After taking a drink to fight off the chilliness, another question leaves your lips. “You could go anywhere to cloud watch or stargaze, though. Why come all the way here?”

“I want to.”

Your fingers tap against the ceramic of your mug. “But being here puts you in a lot of danger. Why would you want to go somewhere like this to escape?”

Without a hint of hesitation, his dark eyes find your own once more as he states, “Because you’re here.” A moment of silence passes between the two of you filled with the ceaseless chirps of crickets during which you attempt to mask any effects of your racing heart and the heat crawling up your neck at his confession. However, the shock that strikes you like lightning must be written on your face, since his eyebrows furrow slightly with confusion at your reaction, and he adds, “I thought I made it clear I come here to spend time with you.”

For a few seconds, your lips make quivering, unsuccessful attempts at forming words your vocal cords won’t allow you to voice before you direct your attention to the mug in your hands filled with tea, instead, and try to regain your composure enough to speak. “W-Well, I knew that, but why?” is all you can inquire with a quiet murmur.

His chest rises and falls in a deep, shuddering breath as a cool gust of wind whistles through the trees. At first, you wonder, with the slight glossiness to his eyes and his sudden inability to meet your gaze, if his emotions are the source of the tremors you notice in his jaw. However, the realization that he’s cold soon reaches you at the sight of his arms folding across his chest. Wordlessly and without thinking, you close the little distance between your bodies and drape part of your blanket around his broad shoulders.

“Thanks,” he mumbles, uncrossing his arms so one of his hands can hold the side of the blanket you’ve given him while the other plants itself on the grass behind you. The unexpected warmth radiating from him that seems to engulf you in the tight space you’re now sharing makes it hard to resist the temptation of resting your head on his shoulder.

“I miss my brothers,” is the gently spoken truth that leaves his lips, “I wanted to give them a better life. My failure to fulfill my role as their older brother is something that weighs heavily on me, even though I know they’d tell me they forgave me if I had been there in their final moments.”

Following his moment of vulnerability, the two of you find enough courage to make eye contact, and you struggle not to lose yourself in the seemingly endless depths of his midnight-colored irises. With your faces mere inches away, you’re granted a closer look at him than you’ve ever had before, and it seems, from the way he’s watching you so intently, that you’re not the only one enjoying the unexpected intimacy of the moment.

The muscles in his neck tense with a thick swallow before he continues, “But when I’m here with you, I feel like it’s okay that I’m still alive even though they’ve passed. You don’t look at me with hatred in your eyes or expect anything from me in exchange for my existence. You accept me as I am.” Another gentle breeze dislodges a few strands of hair tucked behind his ear that you naturally move back into place for him before your hand warm from the drink you’d been holding comes to rest against his cheek. “Why?”

His fingertips ghosting along your own neck and cheek leave sparks of electricity on your skin in their wake. But you manage to organize the thoughts threatening to escape your mind at the tenderness of his touch enough to whisper, “When you fought with me instead of against me, I realized that maybe the way I’ve been taught to view the world we live in isn’t entirely accurate. You risked your life to save mine. You defied the rules about the world I once thought were true. And because you showed me that you cared about my life, I want to do the same for you.” A hint of a smile playing at his lips brings a warmth to you that you don’t think even the heaviest of blankets could provide. Taking a deep breath to slow your heart—which had been racing since he’d locked eyes with you—you ask, “Is that why you want to come here?”

“Hmm?”

“Because you care about me?”

He nods earnestly as his thumb skims over your cheekbones, and the adoration glimmering in his eyes like the stars in the night sky above brings your face closer to his. With a timidness you wouldn’t have expected from him, his lips meet with yours in a short, fleeting kiss, as if he’s testing the waters. The way you chase his after they separate, though, serves as a silent confirmation and has him deepening the kisses your lips return to his to share. Given his relatively blunt yet quiet personality, you’re pleasantly surprised by the slow, sensual manner with which his lips move against yours. You’re sure the two of you could remain in this secluded part of the woods forever, under the cover of the shadows masking you from the pale moonlight as you lose yourselves in the moment, but the reality of the situation marks its painful return when you pull away.

“I care about you a lot, and I want to see you more often,” he breathes, “But the last thing I want is to put you in danger. That’s why I’ve been visiting every once in a while and in the middle of the night.”

Moving your hand to his shoulder to rub it gently, you murmur, “I know; I want to see you too, Chōsō.” In an instant, his arms are around you, pulling your body flush against his, and the action fills you with a bittersweet feeling, since this is only the first time you’ve been so close to him, yet you’re unsure of when you’ll get to share more affectionate moments with him like this one. “We’ll find a way to make it work,�� is the promise you whisper into his neck while he nestles his face in yours.

After a few, long moments of silence have passed during which your mind exhausts itself by tirelessly attempting to form solutions to an issue you never could’ve imagined you’d have in your lifetime, you start to relinquish your grip around Chōsō. He, however, isn’t ready to do the same, and refuses to budge.

Instead, he answers your curious hum with, “I’ll let you go back to bed soon, but is it okay if I hold you for a little longer?” Even though fatigue is starting to settle in, you consent and wrap your arms around him once more, resting your head against the side of his and nestling your face in his hair as you let your heavy eyelids close. “I’ve just never felt this way before.”

“Which is…?”

Your heart flutters against his chest in cadence with his own against yours at his answer.

“Safe.”

[theoriginalladya]

A Constant Wish

A Constant Wish

Summary:  An anniversary, but not of the enjoyable kind. Nine years on, and Commander Shepard is still dealing with the fallout from Akuze. It's up to Kaidan Alenko to guide him through it.

Tags: Sole Survivor, survivor’s guilt, death, grief, Akuze, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, mshenko

Characters: Caleb Shepard, Kaidan Alenko

NOTE: Four years ago today, my mother lost her battle with cancer. Today, even though I knew the date in my head, it didn't connect until my youngest brother mentioned something in our family text chat. It hit me like a ton of bricks, just as it did then. I've learned to move on, to keep going, to keep living, but this day each year is always the hardest fucking day to get through. And so I wrote this with her in mind for my Caleb Shepard who has his own ghosts to deal with.

Love you, Mom.

A daily thought, a silent tear, A constant wish that you were here

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Kaidan wakes suddenly, inexplicably, to darkness and the sense that something isn’t quite right.  Not a nightmare, not someone waking him with a touch or a sound, but that unerring feeling that something is just… off.  It isn’t panic so much as a general unease, but he’s used to listening to his gut these days; it’s saved his life or that of a squadmate or even Shepard himself more than once.  

Shepard.

Rolling over, he discovers the bed is empty but for him.  That sends his heart racing faster than he expects and he nearly falls face first to the floor as he scrambles out from beneath the covers.  The time it takes to yank on his sweats and a t-shirt seems an eternity, but he is fully aware thanks to the cold flooring beneath bare feet.  

A thorough search of the upper part of the apartment finds nothing out of the ordinary.  The side note to that is he also fails to locate Shepard.  Granted, he still has half the apartment to investigate, but the fact he cannot find a recent trace of his presence is a bit disconcerting.

He descends to the lower level and begins by checking the back room.  Empty. Next, the living room and the bar. Also, empty.  The lights in the kitchen are dim, just the way they left them when they headed upstairs after dinner.  Still no sign of the man.  

Kaidan tacks his way across to the opposite set of stairs to head back up – maybe he missed him in passing?  As he walks past the hall branching off to his right into the den, habit has him glancing that direction.  In front of the faint flickering fire light, he catches a silhouette; a familiar shape seated at the poker table, hunched over, glass in hand. Unease morphs to concern and curiosity, and he pads down the hallway, calling out softly as he reaches the doorway, “Shepard?  You okay?”

The silhouette jerks suddenly as if startled, then relaxes with an exhale of breath.  “I’m fine, mo ghrá.”

Kaidan takes the response as an invitation to join him, and he slides into a seat at the table.  “Drinking alone?  In the dark? Gonna have to do a better job of convincing me you’re fine,” he challenges, albeit gently.

Shepard huffs; a soft sound and one nearly drowned out by the pop and crackle of the fire.  He sets the glass on the table, rises to his feet, and walks over to the small bar in the corner.  Within moments, he returns with a bottle and a second glass.  This he fills and pushes towards Kaidan, then tops off his own before reclaiming his seat.  “Not alone now, am I?” he asks, setting the bottle down with a heavy thud next to what look to be four playing cards.  

From his position and in the dimly lit room, Kaidan can’t tell which ones they are.  However, knowing Shepard as he does, he can guess their purpose.  Why are you down here drinking and doing card readings in the darkest hours of the night?

Taking the glass in both hands, he pulls it close but does not drink just yet.  Before anything else, he wants, needs, some answers.  “What are we drinking to?”

“Not what,” Shepard declares, blue eyes piercing through the dark to meet Kaidan’s as he lifts his head, “who.”

Kaidan acquiesces with a slight cant of his head. “All right.  Who?”

Shepard lifts his glass in salute.  “Sergeant Angela Nevarra.”

Kaidan frowns.  The name sounds hazily familiar; he’s heard it before but cannot place it.

“Sergeants Carter, Evans and Decatur,” Shepard continues, clearly not expecting a response.  “Corporals Harris, Simmons, Grassini, Aoki, and Meijer.  Malik, Masterson, Owens, Jenson, Weston, Alvarez…”

Kaidan listens in silence but keeps his eyes on Shepard’s face as he continues to list them off.  As the list gets longer, comprehension dawns.  Shepard stops reciting names at forty-eight and the quiet surrounds them again.  Cautiously, Kaidan asks quietly about one name that was not mentioned.  “What about Toombs?”

“Toombs.”

There is a hint of brutality in the way Shepard says the name which Kaidan doesn’t quite understand.  For everyone else associated with Akuze, there is a fondness, a reverence almost in the way their former commander speaks of them, but with Toombs, it’s different.  “That’s his name, isn’t it?  The one we ran into on Ontarom?  Back –”

Shepard tosses back the last of his whiskey, swallows it in a large gulp, and shakes his head sharply once.  “Aye, I remember.”  He slams the glass onto the table with enough force the platform quakes for a moment.  “Heard from him last year, did I ever tell you?”

It’s a rhetorical question, but Kaidan shakes his head anyway.  The time they’ve spent together since his recovery, since the war began, they’ve avoided the more… controversial topics.  Not that Kaidan blames him for not bringing it up; it’s probably just as well.

With a soft snort, Shepard grabs the bottle and pours another two-fingers worth of whiskey.  This is the third drink Kaidan is aware of, and he can’t help but wonder how many Shepard drank when he was alone, before Kaidan found him. 

Their eyes meet again, and the look in them… Well, Kaidan understands now just why the man’s name in Irish is sealgaire, the hunter.  It’s all Kaidan can do to hold his ground.  And, that is knowing that the look isn’t directed at him.

Shepard’s scowl is dark and foreboding as he tosses back this drink, and there is a vehemence in his voice Kaidan has only heard maybe twice since he’s known him.  “Threaten me without knowing what happened?” the commander bites out.  “Briseadh agus brú ar do chnámha!  Go hifreann leat!”**

Kaidan reacts immediately, reaching forward and prying the glass from Shepard’s long fingers.  “Okay, Shepard, that’s enough.  I’m calling time for the night.”

Shepard struggles momentarily, apparently not satisfied, but a moment later releases his hold.  Sighing heavily, he covers his face with his hands.  “Tá brón orm,”**

Kaidan pushes the glasses and bottle across the table and out of easy reach and moves to crouch beside him.  “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

Shepard’s hands drop away, and when the blue eyes meet his again, Kaidan recognizes the truth.  His mother once told him that if an Irish man or woman expressed true sorrow for something, there would be matching sadness in their eyes.  The sheer magnitude of the sorrow he sees in Shepard’s gaze just now is enough to level the Reapers and end the war three weeks ago, he thinks.  He reaches over and runs a hand along Shepard’s cheek in a gentle caress of understanding. “Hey.”  

Shepard leans into the touch, eyes closing.  When they open again the sorrow still lingers, but not with the same intensity.  Without the glass before him to toy with, he reaches for the playing cards lying face up. “D’you see these?”

Kaidan spares them a glance, tilting his head to get a better look.  “Did you do another reading?”

“Aye,” Shepard agrees, “but not tonight.  These…  This was my reading that night.  On Akuze, before the attack.”

Past – Two of Spades.

Present – Ten of Spades.

Future – King of Clubs.

Crossing Present – Ten of Diamonds.

None of it makes much sense to Kaidan – it never has – so he looks expectantly at Shepard.  When he remains silent, Kaidan asks, “What did they tell you?”

Shepard pauses for a moment, turning his head to look straight at Kaidan.  “That my world was going to go all to hell once again, but that this time, on the other side, I would find a path to my future…”

Kaidan looks at the cards again.  He recognizes the King of Clubs – it comes up often in Shepard’s readings, though Kaidan isn’t aware of any special attachment to it. The rest he can’t tell of he’s seen in readings before or not.  Shepard’s hand flops onto Kaidan’s shoulder, his fingers toying with his hair near his collar.  When Kaidan smiles back, Shepard’s eyes flare with an intensity that might be unsettling under other circumstances, but thanks to recent events in their lives, he has a much better idea of how to deal with.  

Rising to his feet, he sighs.  Any further explanation on the cards can wait until the man is sober again.  “Come on, we need to get you back to bed, I think.”

Shepard follows without comment or question, and, surprisingly, without stumbling.  When they reach the stairs, Shepard surprises Kaidan by sliding his arms around his waist and hugging close to his back, resting his head on his shoulder.  “You understand, aye?”

Already a step above the man, Kaidan stops and half turns to face him.  The question is very open-ended and he cannot miss the obvious pain.  It isn’t difficult to guess what he is referencing. “About Cerberus?”  Shepard nods.  Sighing softly, Kaidan wraps one arm over Shepard’s at his waist, and tilts his head close enough to ghost a quick kiss across his lips.  “Do you honestly think I would be here now if I didn’t?”

Shepard’s face screws up in confusion for a moment, an endearing look Kaidan doubts the commander would ever agree with if he is made aware of it, so Kaidan keeps the observation to himself.  Running his free hand over Shepard’s cheek again, he clarifies quietly, “Yes, mo shearc,** I understand.  You are not them; you never were.”

Hope wars with uncertainty behind those blue eyes; it’s strange to see Shepard this vulnerable, and a little disconcerting.  How much is the drink and how much just… is?

“You really believe that?”

Kaidan nods.  “Aye, I do,” he replies, echoing Shepard’s usual response and leaning in for another kiss. “Now, come on.  You need to sleep this off.  We can talk more about it later if you like.”  Though, as they ascend the stairs together, he is pretty certain it won’t ever come up again anytime soon.  Perhaps this time next year, but not before.  At least now, Kaidan is prepared.

~~~~ 

** mo ghrá = my love

** Briseadh agus brú ar do chnámha!  =  A breaking and crushing on your bones!

**Go hifreann leat! = To hell with you!

** Tá brón orm = I’m sorry

** mo shearc = my love

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touch your heart [senju tobirama/you] - chapter 8

Summary: Hashirama might go down as the worst matchmaker in history, but he thinks he might be on to something. Tobirama sees through his brother's schemes and is determined not to fall for it. Or fall for you.

Word Count: about 3k

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[<<<CHAPTER ONE] [CHAPTER TWO] [CHAPTER THREE] [CHAPTER FOUR] [CHAPTER FIVE] [CHAPTER SIX] [CHAPTER SEVEN]

It is raining blood.

  Someone is groaning faintly towards your left, but after waiting it out, they eventually stopped making any sounds. 

  Your hand comes up to your face to wipe the blood off of your eyes, but you still see red. Your clothes and your uncovered skin are doused in blood, and they trickle down slowly to the ground, mixing with the others' spilled ones. 

  Blood that you spilled yourself. 

  Darkness swallows you, and a strained laugh escapes your lips. 

  What is the point of all of this? Even killing so many bad people does not negate the evil of this world. No matter how you justify it, you still have the sword that ended lives. 

  Human ones. 

  Even if they did not deserve to live, who are you to decide that? If anyone can just kill, who decides what is right and wrong? 

  Tears spill out of your eyes and it clears your vision. 

  Your hand moves to take your wakizashi. You can end it all today. Easily.

  The blood rain stops. 

  A hand comes into your view, palm opened and extended towards you. Your hand pauses at the hilt of your blade.

  "I am Uchiha Madara," the owner of the hand says. "I've been sent to kill you, but I have a feeling that we are more alike than you'd think."

Your head rises, and you look to the face that might have just stopped you from dying. 

  His dark, spiky long hair surrounds him like a halo. His red eyes stare into you, touching your soul, and your hand falls away from your blade.

  "Take it and live," Madara says. "And if not, I will grant you your mercy here and now." 

Your hand slowly comes up, and you gingerly place your hand into his. Madara squeezes it and he pulls you up to stand. 

  "How will I live?" You whisper. At least death grants reprieve. Now, there is only uncertainty. 

  Madara takes his other hand and raises your chin towards him. 

  "Atone." Madara's voice reverberates in the bloody forest. "And start anew. There is a village where you can do that. I can take you, if you'd like."

You watch Madara’s eyes become black. Like the clearest night sky, adorned by a new moon. 

  In that moment, you are able to get a taste of this so-called peace for the first time. It tastes of clean water from a cold spring. It feels like freedom and salvation, like the chains bounding you to your past are broken down. 

  You step towards Madara and you look him straight into his eyes. The man narrows his gaze, sizing you up. Finally, his gaze softens. He must have found something worth salvaging. 

  Your eyes swim again, and as your tears flow down again, Madara moves his hand from your chin to wipe them away. 

  "Thank you," you tell him, your voice quiet and reverent.

  "Let’s go home," Madara beckons, like a shepherd to his flock of sheep. Comforting and gentle. 

  And you follow him. 

 //

Hashirama makes you stay in their house for the rest of the week, and while you really do not want to keep imposing on the Senju household, you aren’t going to lie to yourself. This is the most peaceful you’ve been in a while now. You also do not have to worry about your next meal, or whether your water is going to stop flowing. It did not even matter that Tobirama is giving you these dark looks of his, you are used to them and you do not think much of it–to you, this is like his default expression. 

 Tobirama does not ease up on his staring, you feel his eyes even through the walls. 

 You are still unsure of what to think of him. One moment, he is cold as ice, the next, he helps you out in the most subtle ways, like making sure your room isn’t too hot or too cold, or that everything you will need to work on the curriculum is near you. You try to notice these things, but they go over your head before you can even say thank you. 

You can see his effort trying to be nice, but even though you are enjoying your stay a lot, it makes you want to run. Sometimes people who are too kind are not kind for the right reasons. They always have a price to ask or intentions to harm you. 

 You remind yourself that even if Tobirama is a blunt asshole, he has never given you a reason to fear him. You already know he’s a rough man, but he is way better than the people you have met in the past. He is smart and he has a vision for the future, and every day, he proves that he has pure intentions to serve his brother, the village and its people. One ought to have a big heart to lay down for something bigger than you and not ask for anything back. 

 So you give him a chance. 

 Despite what you’ve seen and experienced, you dare yourself to show him a little more. 

It is like jumping into the unknown, head first into a pit, knowing there is nothing to catch you. 

//

“What is this?” You ask Tobirama, staring up at a very tall tree. 

 “You are going to climb it,” Tobirama says and he looks up as well. “It’s the same as crossing the river, but this time, you are going up and against gravity.” 

 You put your hand forward to touch the bark. 

 “And when you get to the top, let’s have that overdue race,” Tobirama hands you a kunai. 

You give him a sideways glance. “How is that fair?”

 “Giving up so soon?” Tobirama smirks. 

 “Please. You wish,” you taunt. “I’ll fight dirty if I have to.” 

Tobirama nods, and his face visibly softens with pride. “That’s so much like you, then.” 

You whip your head to him in awe and he shrugs. 

 “You have not been acting like yourself,” Tobirama reasons. “You’re always moping around, like a snot-nosed little kid. It’s ugly.” 

You roll your eyes. “What about you? Always staring at me to make my head explode, like a bastard.” 

 Tobirama presses his mouth into a tight line, but a corner of his lip lifts. “Lucky for you, you’re too bullheaded to take any damage.”

You open your mouth to retort back, but a laugh escapes your lips. You had no idea how much you’ve missed your banter with Tobirama until he started brooding around you a few days ago. No moment has ever been dull with him. Each second you are near him, there are always new sights to take in and explore. Tobirama’s eyes widen in surprise and his mouth parts slightly at the sound, and the two of you share a look. 

 There is understanding between the two of you, and you dare each other to look away first. 

 Neither of you budge. 

A breeze passes through, shaking the trees above your heads. A few dried leaves fall and they sway along the wind, following the way it swings until they fall to the forest floor with a silent crunch. Somewhere, a bird flaps its wings and sends out a melodious chirp that echoes through the giant trunks of the forest. Soft sunlight peeks through the small spaces of the boughs of the trees, and the light hits Tobirama’s eyes just right, and you can see his white lashes flutter and the lighter specks of his red eyes, the ring of muscles surrounding his pupil iridescent with pink, white and red. 

 You are rendered speechless. 

 Another soft breeze comes by to ruffle his hair, and strands of yours whip back. 

You peek up at him shyly, unable to look away. 

You see Tobirama’s arm come forward, and the next thing you know, his hand is nearing your face, and your heart thuds so loudly in your ears that you hear ringing. Every muscle in your body screams to run, but your feet are planted into the ground, as if the tree in front of you caged your ankles with its roots.

 Then the moment is over as Tobirama plucks a leaf from your hair. 

“Any questions?” Tobirama says in a hushed tone, as if he will disturb the sleeping creatures in the forest. 

 “No,” you almost stammer, but at the last second, you get ahold of yourself. 

Tobirama’s eyes pore over your forehead, and then your eyes. He stares a little longer, and when you catch him looking, he nods and he walks away from you. 

 You try your best not to call him back and ask him what he just did. 

 Nothing is making sense anymore. 

//

 Tobirama is not normally someone who dreads many things, but right now, he finds that he is dreading the due date of the curriculum. He knows that so many eyes are going to be watching the Academy’s growth and its new step forward to raising good shinobi, including the other hidden villages, and for once, that is not at the forefront of his mind and it is irking him. 

 He is thinking about you and how much effect you have on him. He thinks about you all the time and it drives him up the wall. You are always egging him on and forcing him to feel new things, and when you show that you genuinely care, Tobirama is not sure how to handle that. You are something else, and words are not enough to describe you. 

 No words are enough, and yet, when he looks at you, when he hears your voice, when he senses your presence and catches your scent, a hundred words run through his mind and it is fighting to burst through his lips. Mostly they are insults, but still. The best part is that you do not take those seriously and you are quick to respond. 

 Most of all, he is also thinking about the role you will be playing in the Academy. It will be a huge public event, and through his many talks with his brother, it is looking like other hidden villages are reaching out to Konoha because they also want the same thing for their shinobi. 

 It makes his head hurt, and he knows there are more pressing matters to attend to than just this stupid ache in his chest. 

 It is ridiculous. 

He is a hypocrite. 

 However, he is not Senju Tobirama for nothing. He has been in war for a long time. He knows how to prioritize and push down his boiling emotions. He is the most logical man around here, and his brain is what is needed. His mind has never failed him. 

 Never. Not once. 

 He does not want to fail you either, but it looks like he will have to. 

 It pains him to even think about the disappointment and hurt that your face will display, and it is because he will be the one to put it there. 

 He still believes that he is still doing the right thing. 

He rubs his temples with his thumb and fingers, chiding himself. This will pass, just like the seasons. This is just a mere infatuation. A curious attraction to the unknown. He is a human being after all, these are things his body reacts to and are just out of his control. The sooner he accepts that, the easier this will get. 

 It will pass, and it will all be over soon. 

//

You are halfway up the tree, when you are free-falling and hurtling towards the ground with a sickening speed that makes your mind numb and your stomach fly out of your body. You squeeze your eyes shut to accept your fate, you have had worse injuries before. You can probably manage. Broken bones heal. 

 You refuse to let out a shriek, but before you crack open your head on the forest floor, you crash into a hard board with arms that envelopes you and catches you. Suddenly, you are dropped into the ground unceremoniously and you yelp ungracefully, muttering a string of curses. 

You glare at the person who caught you, but when you find Tobirama’s face, your eyes widen. 

You are a second too late, but you have to keep up appearances. 

 “Ow! What the hell?!” You cry out dramatically, clutching your head. You shrink away from him, exaggerating your pain. “That fucking hurt, you snowman-borne oaf!” 

Tobirama’s face twitches, but he settles for an eye roll. “Really?” 

You peer up at him, and you grin. “Do you feel bad yet?” 

 Tobirama scoffs. “Do you feel shame yet?” 

“You know me,” you smirk, and you catch his thighs to help yourself up. 

 “Stop that!” Tobirama hisses. He grabs your arms instead and pries you off of him. 

 “Calm down, I knew you weren’t going to offer your hand to help me up like a gentleman,” you brush the dirt from your clothes. 

 Tobirama stares at you, incredulous. “Well, I wasn’t going to hold hands with a stranger.” 

You fake your hurt and put a hand on your chest. “Tobirama, I am no stranger! We’re friends, remember?” 

 Tobirama’s expression withers. “That’s a little much. I thought we decided on co-workers.” 

 “Partners!” 

 “Hell no.” 

You pout and Tobirama smirks. 

 “A running start towards the tree will help you,” Tobirama suggests, studying the trunk of the tall tree you were just climbing. “Impressive, given that this is a day’s work of progress.” 

 Caught off-guard, you smile shyly. “Well, a competition with you is not something I would want to miss.” 

 “I’m going to win,” Tobirama brags confidently. “You know that already.” 

 “Give this woman a chance, Tobirama, she’ll make you run for your money.” 

 Tobirama raises his eyebrows. “You have some guts to say that to me.” 

You elbow him. “I think that you lack people who tell you the truth. You are not all that impressive.” 

 “Liar,” Tobirama immediately says. He spares you a knowing look. 

You look away, trying not to blush. “Yeah, yeah. I lie a lot. You should expect that already.” 

 Tobirama nods, and he seems to be thinking about what he is about to say. You turn to him expectantly, and it catches him off-guard. 

 “You told me the truth when it counted,” Tobirama murmurs after a while. 

You frown, trying to remember what he is talking about. 

 Tobirama is acting really weird and you cannot find a reason why. 

“Let’s cross swords,” Tobirama proposes suddenly. 

 Your neck is seriously going to break if you keep whipping your head towards him. “What?” 

 “I said, let’s cross our swords,” he grits out. “A match or several. With swords.”

Tobirama keeps emphasizing each word, and you want to laugh if it was not for his very grim face. What is wrong with him? 

 This is the first time you have heard someone challenge you like this. It sounds so official, and not at all barbaric. 

 “Okay,” you acquiesce, uncertain. 

Tobirama nods and he gestures towards a path leading back into the village. He takes very long strides, and you jog towards him to catch up and walk by his side. You keep glancing at him, but he reveals nothing except the pink tint of his ears. 

//

Instead of bokkens, Tobirama opts to stick with real blades and you are starting to wonder whether he has a plan to kill you today. You cannot help jumping into that conclusion because Tobirama has been acting really strange around you. One moment, he is serious and scolding, the next, he seems to make allowances for your jokes and even participates in a banter. 

 Maybe this is what makes him truly dangerous. He is unpredictable in his own right. 

 Well, a match is not only defined by skills and strength. Sometimes you have to poke where it hurts the most before the actual fight. 

And it seems like Tobirama also knows this. 

The two of you stare each other down, one hand on your respective swords, ready to draw it. You observe the clean lines of Tobirama’s form, and you see him do the same with you. 

At the same time, the two of you brandish your blades and you both hold it in front of you. The blades sing, and you bend your knees lower. 

 Tobirama watches the expression on your face change, revealing nothing. 

He charges first, gaining his advantage to be on the offensive. 

 Tobirama’s strength is greater than yours and you know that you will not be able to take the brunt of his attack with a simple block, so you step forward and to the side to kill his momentum, and you strike down his sword towards the ground. 

 At the same time, you aim a back kick towards his chest.

 Tobirama jumps back, and lunges his blade towards you, but you are quick to duck down and parry his blade. 

 You slash and he meets your sword, and the two of you size each other up again between the cross of your swords. 

He pushes on you downwards, hard and with purpose. You let him, making him lean all his weight down. Your back arcs slightly, and when you feel that he is pushing you with more strength, you sweep your blade to the side and he follows it. 

 You get away from him, and when you turn back to him, your blade follows, swinging towards him. 

 Your blades connect, and they make several arcs in the air, before you are able to get behind him and aim an attack behind him. Tobirama immediately steps around you, the front of his body facing the side, and with his sword horizontal and level with his temple. 

 You regard him, one hand on the hilt of your sword and in front of your body. Tobirama advances, and you slide to your knees, slamming the flat of your blade behind his knees as you pass him by. You get back to your feet, not wasting time to follow it up. Tobirama is slightly bending his knees from the impact, and you quickly swing up and around him, wrapping your body around his, and with your weight and momentum from the swing, you push Tobirama to the ground, and with a flip of your hilt, you align the sharp edge of your blade against the side of his neck. Your palm holds the edge of your hilt, ready to strike him.

Tobirama immediately puts his sword up, pressing it on the side of your neck as well. 

“So?” You ask him. You lean forward towards his face. If he chooses to strike you, he will have no room. 

There is a storm in Tobirama’s eyes, but they are not angry. He looks alive. 

“Your win,” Tobirama calmly says. His pulse on his neck betrays him as it thrums against your blade. 

 For a second, you are tempted to lean down even closer. 

Tobirama seems to have predicted that because he holds his breath. 

 Nothing happens. 

“I see.” You get off of him and sheath your blade back into its scabbard. 

 You help Tobirama up to his feet, and then he holds his scabbard to slide his sword in it. 

 "How did you learn how to fight?" Tobirama inquires.

 You shrug. "I'd be lying if I said I learned it on my own...but well." You grin. "I was something of a thug, so I learned through fighting rings." 

 Tobirama does not seem to look shocked at this. "Like for money?"

 "Yeah, they bet and stuff. For entertainment." You purse your lips, making sure to guard your tone. "There was this feudal lord's son who knew how to fight. I learned under him for a while…" 

 Tobirama glances at you with an open look. 

 You sigh, trying to control the shaking of your voice as you say, "He was not all that good. One thing led to another, and when he pushed me into a corner, I killed him to get away."

You grow quiet at your confession. You surprise yourself that you would reveal this to Tobirama, but you know that he is not the kind of man to run his mouth. 

 The only thing you worry about is how he will choose to use this information on you. 

 Like you said. You are diving into the unknown whenever you are with Tobirama. 

Tobirama, for once, does not look judgemental. He seems to understand where you are coming from. 

"It was not your fault," Tobirama quietly reassured. 

 You stare at him, bewildered. This is the first time you have heard those words. The world always seems to condemn you, but Tobirama, who you expect to judge you the most, seems to accept what you have done. 

You swallow to control the tears that are pricking your eyes. 

 You let out an uneasy chuckle. 

"So, how about that race?" 

// 

Tobirama seems disappointed that you are going back to your own home, but your week at the Senju household is over, and you must go back to your own space. Throughout the week, Tobirama constantly challenges you, whether it is about sword fighting, general sparring, more tedious studying, target practice with his students and racing through trees. 

 You have gotten a lot better, even though you still stumble and fall at times, but you are better than the person you were at the beginning of summer. 

Tobirama stands by the gate of his house, his arms folded as you face him. 

"Don’t worry. I'll still be a pain in your ass tomorrow when I see you."

 "I am looking forward to it, then," Tobirama replies. 

You nod and you gather up the courage to say your next words. You stare at your feet first and then, you take a deep breath. 

 "Thanks," you tell him nervously. You pause awkwardly. "For everything."

 Tobirama slowly nods. "Sure." 

 "I'm going, then." 

Tobirama watches you as you walk away from him, and he walks the opposite way, towards the Hokage's office, towards his brother, where he must attend to his duties. 

You walk towards your home, thinking about the small moments that had transpired between you and Tobirama and you find that you are examining each one, and exploring what you feel towards them. You are surprised to find that you do not find yourself running away from it, expecting danger to catch up with you. Sure, Tobirama can be confusing, and he is truly a bastard, but you like spending time with him. 

 You will never admit it, but he is actually quite kind. Just saying it in your head makes you want to cringe, but you do not want to lie to yourself anymore. 

You see your place ahead, but it looks different today. There are things littering the grounds, a mattress, some clothes, and you see the owner of the building toss out more things, and it slowly dawns to you that they are yours . 

 You gasp, horrified at the sight and you run towards the owner. 

“Hey, what the hell?!” You shout. “What is this?!” 

The owner glares at you. “You missed the due date for the bills.”

 “What?” Your throat tightens as you see your own things in disarray on the ground. 

The owner throws down the books that Tobirama has given you and you are quick to bend down and pick them up again. 

 “Couldn’t you give me some time? I know I can pay!” You cry out, clutching the books to your chest. “Please.”

The owner folds their arms. “And I can make it rain tomorrow.” They turn away. “Find some place else. You are evicted.”

 “Wait!” You desperately. “Please!”

The owner turns to give you an exasperated look. “Are you really an adult? Even an orphan child can fare better than you.” 

 “But I’m a shinobi and I was incapacitated!”

 “You should have paid ahead then!”

Hurt strucks your heart and you try to fight the tears that are coming. 

 “Wait,” you whisper after the owner helplessly. Your chest feels tight, and inside, your heart drops to your stomach. You focus on getting breaths in, but it is harder to take in air when you are trying to hold your tears back. 

 “Shit,” you murmur to yourself as you bend down to get your things. You lay out a blanket to the ground to dump your clothes and your necessities into one big pile. “Shit…” 

A few people pass by, and they gawk at you as you scramble to get your life together. You hate their sorry looks, and it is so humiliating to be seen like this, crawling and collecting your possessions on the ground. 

You laugh bitterly to yourself. Why did you ever think that you could live on your own and manage to hold a place in society? What is the point in all of this?

You wipe a stray tear away and tighten the knot over your blanket. You heave it up and swing it over your shoulder. A headache tears through one temple to the next, but you grit your teeth. 

 You loathe the idea of it, but you know that it is time to go back. He is the only one who can help you. He has offered you a place, and you will now take it. 

 So you go back to Madara, under his wing and his shadow. 

Your steps are slow, still processing what just happened to you. You make it to the Uchiha compound by nightfall, and you keep going, ignoring the eyes watching your sorry parade. Madara slides his door open to welcome you, his black eyes as dark as the night. He does not seem surprised. He steps aside to let you in, and you drop your things on the floor, like some sort of surrender. 

 Madara’s hand slowly comes up to the side of your face, as if he will startle you. His touch is comforting and gentle, but it reminds you too much of your beginning with him, and you feel like you have ran in circles and still ended up in the same place. You feel like nothing has changed. You are still that person Madara found in the woods, soaked in blood, the nickname Man-Killer uttered by all the cold, dead bodies surrounding you. 

“Welcome home,” he greets you. 

 Your eyes swim, and tears fall from your eyes, but it is not from relief. You are frustrated at yourself for letting this happen. 

“It’s alright,” Madara admonishes and you come forward into his embrace. “It’s alright.” 

 His hand comes up to the back of your head. 

“You are home.” 

.

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[CHAPTER NINE >>>]

[seongsangi]

nonstop (2)

author’s note: READ PART 1 IF YOU HAVENT ALREADY. 

pairing: seonghwa x reader

summary: after a night with jaehyun, you wake up to find a mysterious stranger lurking in your room. you have no idea who he is, but he knows you all too well.

word count: 2.8k

warnings: incubus seonghwa, overstimulation, spitting, creampie — this shits kinda nasty imo BUT LET ME KNOW HOW YALL FEEL

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"What the fuck are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing, Seonghwa?"

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"Why are you with Y/N?" Seonghwa raises his voice.

Jaehyun gets defensive. "Wait, how do you know Y/N?"

Seonghwa scoffs, moving towards the bed to pick you up bridal style, eyeing the mess you and Jaehyun made. "Don't worry about how I know her. You said you would be right back, but I guess you couldn't keep your dick in your pants."

"Duh, that's just who we are. Where the hell are you going?" Jaehyun tries to make a move to stop him from leaving, but Seonghwa blinks out of sight with you in his arms.

The next time you open your eyes, the clock reads 4 am. You don't remember how you got back to your place, but everything from last night seems like a blur. You're not even in the same clothes, in fact you're in pajamas. Now you’re not sure if it actually happened or if you've just been in bed all night. Granted, you do still feel drained, no energy to move, and definitely sore in the lower region. You recall just how hard Jaehyun was making you see stars. It couldn't have been just a dream.

"Maybe it did happen," you whisper to yourself.

"Maybe what happened?" You hear a voice you don't recognize from the corner of your room. What the fuck who the fuck is that?! You scream, trying to climb out of bed and head for the door. He's so much faster than you. He blinks in front of the door just before you reach it, eyes glowing a deep red. Holy fuck this is not happening. You're shaking, scared of what will happen now. So many questions are racing through your head but you're too afraid to say anything. You back away slowly, trying to put some distance between yourselves.

"I'm not gonna hurt you," his voice is calm, but his eyes tell a different story. They're intimidating, he's intimidating, but at the same time, your nerves are less on edge and you start to feel more relaxed just from that. "Trust me, I would never hurt you, Y/N."

"H-how do you know my name? How did you get in here? Who the fuck are you?" You whisper, the back of your knees hitting the edge of the bed. He's got you trapped in your own room with no way out. His eyes soften, the red glow fading. He makes his way towards you, and you can't help but take in his figure. Oh god, he's so fine. You thought Jaehyun was the most gorgeous man you've ever seen, but this stranger might just give him a run for his money. His face is beautifully chiseled, all black outfit hugging him perfectly. Bitch are you stupid why are you fawning over him when he could quite literally kill you right now?

"Now why would I kill you, sweet girl?" He's standing right in front of you, but you can't bring yourself to make a move. He runs his hand through your hair, his soft touch making you feel lightheaded. His other hand wraps around your waist, pulling you in close. You’re not shaking any more, but it feels like you’re in a trance. You feel like putty under his hands, even though you still have no idea who he is or what he wants. Fuck this should not be happening but you can't get away even if you tried. He has the same aura as Jaehyun, making you feel helpless when you're around them, making you crave more of their touch.

"Why are you thinking about him when I'm right here?" There's a hint of jealousy in his voice, and he holds you even tighter against his body. The hand that was stroking your hair now has a grip on it, craning your head back to get a good look at his face. His eyes are glowing again, but you don't feel fear. You feel something you shouldn't be feeling in this situation, but you can't do anything about the wetness pooling in your panties. He senses that, a small smirk on his face when he realizes he's got you right where he wants you.

"How do you know what I'm thinking?" Your breath gets caught in your throat when he leans down, lips grazing your neck in just the right spot. There's no fight in you left, just a strong desire to have him touch you more.

"There's so much about me you don't know," his hand inching its way up to your breasts. "But I bet you want to find out, don't you?" Every single touch leaves a burning sensation in its wake. You let your head loll to the side, giving in to the way his lips feel on your neck and the way his hand underneath your shirt is making your core warm. You don't know what's gotten into you, but you don't think you have it in you to tell him to stop.

"Show me," you sound pathetic, basically whining for him. You can feel the smirk he's got on his face, ego skyrocketing at your pleas.

“How do you want it?” his hands are a bit more eager now, playing with your breasts and pinching your nipple with just the right amount of pressure.

“Any way you like,” sighing as he leaves a dark hickey on your neck, trailing his lips down to your chest to do the same. He’s marking you like you’re his, but you might as well be in this moment. He pushes you down so you’re sitting on the edge, legs dangling. He’s still standing, towering over you, making you feel tiny in his presence. He reaches to unbutton his shirt and you almost forget to breathe, taking in his half naked figure right before your eyes. His abs are so well-defined, tempted to reach out and touch them. He looks so attractive, the moonlight shining on him from your window, making him seem like a god. But you know those eyes mean something else, but you can’t bring yourself to worry about that. The only thing you can think of is letting him have his way with you.

“Let me take care of you sweetheart,” he says as he kneels, hands on your thighs. His velvety voice makes you spread your legs for him, watching as he settles in between. He starts off soft, kissing your inner thigh, so close yet so far from where you want him. He’s lost in your arousal, loving how much you crave him. When he tugs on your shorts, you lift your hips so he can pull them down. You’re drenched and he takes pride in that, sliding two fingers across your core. You can hear how wet you are, such a lewd sound that it makes you blush.

“All for me, huh?” he sounds so smug, slipping his fingers in and setting the pace. You clench around him, trying to change angles since you’re still sore. He senses a bit of discomfort from you, quickly attributing it to Jaehyun from earlier.

“Tell me what he did to you,” his voice is calm but stern, hand still pumping in and out of you. You’re confused, how does he know about Jaehyun? Why is he asking about him when he’s the one in between your legs? You wrinkle your forehead, not sure what to say.

“Did he eat you out?” You don’t want to tell him about your time with Jaehyun, you just want to focus on him right now.

“He didn’t. He’s missing out,” he brings his fingers to his mouth, tasting your arousal. “You taste so sweet baby.” Fuck that’s so hot, you bite your lip at the sight. Before you can even blink, his lips are attached to your core, licking long stripes up your slit. His skilled tongue draws out long moans from you. His hands are keeping your legs apart, your knuckles turning white from how hard you’re gripping the sheets. When he sucks on your clit, you just about lose it, throwing your head back and closing your eyes, focusing on the feeling of his tongue flicking against your sensitive nub. A random thought comes to you: you don’t even know his name.

“Seonghwa, you’ll need it for later,” he says with a wink. He lets go of your thighs, opting to use his hands to spread your lips apart, committing the sight of you to memory. Core glistening with your own wetness and his saliva, cheeks flushed, chest heaving, eyes heavy. You don’t know how sexy you look to him right now. As he plays with your clit, he slips two fingers in again, doubling the pleasure. You fall back onto the bed, unable to hold yourself up from how good he’s making you feel. He loves the power he has over you, over your body. He's learning what makes you moan a little louder, what makes you clench around his fingers, what makes your legs shake. You feel like you're about to explode, the pit in your stomach growing more and more.

"Don't stop please Seonghwa," he could listen to you begging for him all night. Of course he won't stop, he wants to give you everything you ask for and then some. He swirls your clit around his tongue, moving his fingers as fast as he can to drive you crazy. He wants to see your body writhe in pleasure, the pleasure he's giving you. His ministrations quickly send you over the edge, a moaning mess underneath him, trying to push yourself away from him when your orgasm washes over. He doesn't let you get away, licking your core and pumping his fingers nonstop, the sound of you saying his name fueling him.

He feels a rush of power coursing through him, feeding on your fucked out state. He almost chuckles to himself, if you're feeling this way already, you have no idea what's in store for you soon. He takes mercy on you, trying your best to get him to stop so you can gather yourself after the intense orgasm he just gave you. He stands up, wiping your wetness off his chin. You feel so tired, you could literally fall asleep right now.

"That's not even the best part yet," he says to you. Your eyes are closed, but you can hear him taking his pants off. Fuck you don't know if you can take it.

"Mmm, you have no choice baby," you still don't know how he's able to read your mind. You open your eyes slightly to see Seonghwa fully naked, member in hand. He reaches for your tank top, pulling it off swiftly to see you in all your glory. The marks he left on you look so pretty on your skin, making him feel cocky knowing he left them there. He lightly taps the tip of his dick against your core, teasing you with it.

"Are you gonna fuck me better than Jaehyun?" Oh god why the fuck did you just say that. His eyes narrow, the deep red coming back, obviously affected by your sudden outburst. Fuck you're in for it now.

"Yes you are, I can't believe you just said that." Instead of his member, he uses his hand to slap your pussy over and over, punishing you for being such a brat. He's being rough with you, but you both know you deserve it. You can't even think about Jaehyun any more when all your thoughts are now clouded with Seonghwa.

"I'm sorry," you cry out, "I didn't mean it." You can't help the tears that leave your eyes. It feels so good, but it's so overwhelming.

"I think you did mean it. You want me to fuck you so badly, you got it." He slides in without warning and with much ease. He grabs your hands, pinning them above your head. His hips are snapping against yours so quickly, so roughly, you can't think straight. Your whimpers only egg him on even more. You can't close your legs, can't move your hands, can't do anything but let him absolutely ruin you. He leans down, watching your face contort in pleasure. His brows are furrowed, letting you know he's feeling the same pleasure as you. You feel like you're being too loud, worried your neighbors in the apartment building may hear. He slaps one hand over your mouth, sensing your concern.

One hand keeping your wrists in place, the other hand keeping you quiet, dark eyes staring into yours, hips making your head dizzy, fuck what more could you ask for? He's so in tune with your body, your emotions are going wild. The more his hips rock against yours, the weaker you feel. How does he have so much control over you? His eyes continue to glow but you wouldn't put it past him to punish you again if you dare to look away.

His hips don't stop, but he does slow down his movements. He pulls out to the tip and inches his way back in repeatedly, which feels just as heavenly as him ravaging your body with quick thrusts. The slow thrusts this time still manage to make you crazy. He lets your wrists go, but you still can't move them. Your hands are stuck above your head, no matter how much you try to reach out and touch him. His hand moves from your mouth to your clit, rubbing slow circles. You bite your lip to stifle your moans, still maintaining eye contact with him as he uses your body. His free hand roams over your breasts, squeezing your nipples harder than before.

"Tell me you like it," he huffs, leaning down to capture one of your buds in his mouth.

"Oh my god I love it, you feel so so good," you moan, telling the truth because you feel like he would know otherwise. He hums at your affirmation, pleased with your response.

"Yeah I love that big dick in my tight little pussy," you keep going, not holding back your need for him. He takes a deep breath, feeding more and more on the pleasure you feel and the vulgar words you're saying.

"You're a slut," he moves from your breasts to your face, lips barely touching. "Open your mouth," you do as he says, sticking your tongue out a bit. He lets a trail of spit fall onto your tongue. You swallow quickly, giving him a sly smile. You've never done that before, but it feels so right with him, turning you on even more.

"I can't get enough of you," he's definitely consuming loads of energy from you, you must be feeling so weak and delirious right now. Before he takes too much, he wants to make you finish again. He sits up straight, hand stroking your hair, his soft touch now such a contrast from how brutal he was being earlier. His hips are still moving slowly but deeply inside you, trying to savor the way your walls feel around him.

"Harder," your voice is faint, but he heard you loud and clear. He pushes your legs towards your chest, the new angle letting him reach even deeper inside you. He loves the sight of you spread wide open for him, taking him so well.

"Play with yourself," he commands, and you're now able to move your hands from above your head. You quickly reach for your clit, rubbing fast circles to chase your high as Seonghwa fucks you hard. Your toes curl, clenching your walls at the same time. Neither of you can take your eyes off each other, making the moment even more intimate. You're watching him as he gets lost in your pussy, he's watching you as you bring yourself closer and closer to the edge.

"Will you cum in me, please?" you half whisper, half moan. You're incredible, he thinks to himself. How can he pass that up if you sound so sweet begging for him?

With a few more thrusts, you both reach your orgasms at the same time. Seonghwa groans loudly, spilling himself into you as you cry out. You feel so full, so dirty, and so tired. You can't keep your eyes open, head rolling to the side by the end of your high. Seonghwa, on the other hand, feels invigorated. Arguably the best sex he's ever had, he feels an immense power running through him. He's addicted to you, to the way you say his name, to the way you make him feel on top of the world. He doesn't want to let you go just yet, cradling your body as you drift to sleep again. He cleans you up with a snap of his fingers, tucking you under the covers. He leaves a lingering kiss on your forehead, distorting your memories so this would all feel like a dream when you wake up.

[danddymaro]

Abbacchio’s Daughter meeting Giorno

Reader insert // Your name // (Y/n)

Daughter’s name // (D/n)

Thoughts are italics in quotations = ‘Example’

Flashbacks are in italics = Example

Word count: 1422

FYI this is related to the first one : Here

   Abbacchio’s Daughter meeting Giorno because why not?

"Why hello there," Giorno said with a soft smile, kneeling before the little girl with welcoming kindness, offering her the gentle, genuine upturn, "And who might you be?" He asked her with the same tenderness, already knowing who she was, as well as what she was doing there.

Instantly, (d/n)'s face blossomed with a new color, staring at the man with eyes that refused to blink, the golden orbs wide as she stared at the man in awe.

The little hand that was wrapped around (f/n)'s fingers suddenly squeezed tighter and with worry, (f/n) came down too, getting only a small glimpse of her daughter's face before she began to giggle, quickly understanding,

'I've never seen her act this way,' She mused, finding the rather bubbly girl to be bashfully stricken down. 'My sweet little girl,' She mused, finding it sweet, subduing her little chuckles to properly introduce the two,

"(D/n), this is a good friend of mamma and papa's," (f/n) told her child, her hand gestured towards the man before them.

"Giorno Giovanna," Giorno introduced himself, being patient with (d/n), taking her shyness to be natural, thus remaining unbothered by it in the least, because by the same age, he'd been much more withdrawn.

"Giorno… " (d/n) said back, her eyes glittering as she gazed up at him, entranced by the long golden strands that fell past his shoulders, and much more, fixed upon his green eyes, the color being so beautiful to her she couldn't stop staring.

Her little heart raced, a rather strange feeling coursing through her, making her not want to look away from the lovely person, because he seemed just so ethereal and perfect.

Shaking her head with a disbelieving amusement, (f/n) smiled, " She's a bit shy right now." She said with a little chuckle, " There are so many new people around...It’s a lot to take in..." She trailed off, earning an understanding nod.

"It's understandable," Giorno told her, needing no more say, "I'm just glad I was able to find you," He said to her, once again up to his full height, the woman mimicking his actions and following in suit to properly speak to him,

"I wanted to see you in person, just in case you decided to leave after all," He added, causing (f/n) to chuckle,

"Really? Don't tell me you missed me that much?" (f/n) asked teasingly, causing him to release a small sound of amusement as well,

"Very," he answered back,"...But not nearly as much as he has," He said while not naming the certain someone,

" I don't think I've ever seen him so...well..." Giorno said with a little hum of contemplation trying to find the right words,

“-Complete.” He finally decided.

" Not to mention; it's been so long since I've seen any type of enthusiasm in him, not even a tease of it. And then about a month or two ago it's like he found a reason to smile." he further explained, " It's no doubt because of you. And of course this lovely little lady too," He said while briefly looking at (d/n) again, his vibrant eyes flashing down to her for just a second, causing the girl to suddenly fidget.

"All in all, I'm glad you're back, " He admitted. " And It's good to know you're alright," He said to her,

"When you have time, I'd love to have a moment with you to catch up," he said with certainty, causing her to nod in agreement,

" Of course!" she said excitedly, smiling with happiness bursting through her chest, "I can't wait to catch up GioGio," She said while he grew embarrassed, a soft, little color rising to his cheeks as she used the pet name.

'I see he hasn't grown out of it,' She mused, remembering that any time he was referred to by the nickname, no matter who it came from, he sported the soft color.

Somehow, though strange as it may be, it felt that despite all the time had gone by, she fell right back into place, going back into the same groove of before with ease, and it brought her so much comfort,

‘I’m home,’ She thought to herself, truly believing it.

After saying their goodbye's, Giorno then began to walk away, intent on leaving their stories for another day, all while (d/n) watched with trailing, enthusiastic eyes.

He was soon out of earshot, and only during then did (d/n) speak, "Mama..." She piped up, tugging at her mother’s sleeve, " he looks just like a prince," She mused while being awestruck, having thought so all the while.

" He's so pretty!" She gushed, and at that very moment, from where Leone stood, his chest ached.

From where he'd stood and waited, he could see the glowing eyes of his child, as well as (f/n)'s nod in agreeance,

" Yeah....He sure does, doesn’t he?" (f/n) mused, actually agreeing.

She couldn't deny it because in the time she'd been away it'd seemed he matured more.

His face shaped out more, losing most of its sweet innocence, it being replaced by a charming handsomeness that one could only place in a fairy tale world of perfection.

‘And then of course there is all that new muscle,’ She added, having noticed he’d also thickened with just the slightest bit of beefiness.

- All the while Leone's shoulders sank,

' My two girls, ' Abbacchio thought seldomly, blowing out a soft blue puff of air.

In all of (f/n)'s amusement, she'd been ignorant to his presence, only noticing him last minute out of the corner of her eye, catching sight of his disheartened expression in that instance,

‘ Oh Leone...’ she thought to herself, rolling her eyes, ‘Are you that afraid to lose us?’ she thought with light amusement,  knowing just what thoughts rolled around in his head.

‘You’re such a silly man,’ She thought to herself. 

Granted, she found it sweet, but by then he should be aware that there was nothing that could come between them.

" Well..." (f/n) then sang, stretching out the word as she spoke with just a bit more volume, " I think Giorno is really cute," She started, " but..." she said while tapping a finger to her chin, " I don't know, I think your papa's much more handsome," she said with a little shrug,

"But that's just my opinion," She said while strutting towards the man, reaching out to him, her fingers running down the side of his face as she came close.

"MI Amore," She breathed, utterly entranced by him. " There's no one that really compares to him," She said while gazing into his eyes, speaking more to him, reminding him that there wasn’t anything that could overrun the beautiful warmth that resided in her for him.

If both the combined forces of the years and long-distance hadn't worn down the sentiment, then she was sure that nothing could.

'If I loved you then...

If I loved you during all that time...

If I still love you now....

Nothing will ever wash those feelings away,' She thought to herself.

It'd also taken her moment, but as (d/n) realized her father was there, her eyes lit up even more, a large smile erupted over the face that showed all of her imperfect, tiny teeth.

She dashed to him, her arms straining to reach up the entire time, wanting to be scooped up, held, and cuddled.

"papa! Papa!" She cheered overjoyed to see him, completely forgetting about the golden-haired man as she was in her father's arms. " Your back!" She cheered while she was picked up, her nose happily burrowed through the sweet smell of his white locks.

"I missed you... so much," she breathed, holding onto him tightly, not wanting to even give him the chance of putting her down.

He was left stunned as both females ambushed him, happy kisses and squishes smothering him before he began to chuckle, the sound causing (f/n) to release a sound of equal amusement, their child following in suit as she was happy to be held in between them both, even if she was wedged and almost unable to move.

'It's perfect this way, right Leone?' (f/n) silently spoke, finding his sweet expression to be too pure and lovely, filled with so much happiness it could be placed in a dictionary for all to see a visual depiction of the word fulfillment.

'I really am home,' she mused, happy.

[j-diamond]

Used (Sister! Reader x Gordon)

This is one that’s been long overdue. I put everything on pause because I hadn’t finished this yet. I deeply apologize to the person who had originally asked this. please forgive me.

   The bell above the door rings, making you look up instinctively. 4:15, you smile to yourself as you begin washing off your hands,    “First bagel of the day you know.” You shout as you wait for the ding, signaling it was ready, “Technically the second cup of coffee.” It dings, and you use a pair of tongs, pulling it off the tray and placing it delicately on the plate. “I couldn’t help myself. Regardless of whether or not I like it, I still have to make sure it's edible.” You pass through the curtain that separates the kitchen from behind the bar. Your smile drops, only momentarily, as you make eye contact with the person sitting ahead. You place the current cup of coffee and plate on the counter to your right as you ready yourself for your first human interaction of the day.     “I apologize about that.” You say as you stand in front of the customer. You glance at the time, “I have a regular who is usually here around this time, I had mistaken you for them.” He smiles at you, easing your worries, “Anyway. Welcome to the Early Bird Café, I am Y/n Gordon, the head barista. I’ll be serving you today, is there anything I can get you this morning?” He smiles, removing the top-hat from his head and places on the seat beside him.     “Head Barista, I must be lucky then.” he states as his eyes bore into yours, “I’d like a coffee to begin.” You nod, suddenly quite out of it, his words seeming to never register with you. He smirks, looking away, snapping you out of your trance. You look away embarrassed,    “I’m sorry. I’ll go get your coffee.” You say as you dash back behind the curtain.

   “I’m so sorry I’m late.” The guy says behind you as you hear him place something on the counter. You smile as you repeat your earlier routine,     “Well, well, well, if it isn’t Detective James Gordon.” You say as you glance at the clock, “An hour and a half late. Tsk, how do you ever get stuff done.” You smile as you place a plate, and mug in front of him, “A coffee, black, and a cheese topped bagel.” He raises an eyebrow and you pull out a notepad, “That’ll be the 14th cup and only the third bagel.” He places a hand along his heart, feigning hurt,    “I am hurt. Third? Is that what you think of your only brother?” He asks, a smile creeping onto his face, to which you roll your eyes at. Movement in your peripheral, makes you pause your conversation,    “Skye.” you call out to the barista on her phone and she looks up at you sheepishly, “I know it’s boring, but you’re on the clock, so I’d greatly appreciate it if you did something useful. How about topping off everyone’s coffee.” She nods apologetically, and proceeds to brew a new pot.    “New hire?” James asks, and you return your attention to him,    “Yea, she’s a junior and needed the money.” You smile, shrugging, “She seems like a responsible person.”    “You’re hiring minors?”    “Well everyone deserves at least one chance.” He raises an eyebrow at you, “Also her Mother is a very good, persuasive neighbor.” He nods his head,    “And there it is.” he says as he begins drinking his coffee, you roll your eyes at him.

   The bell above the door rings, making you look up instinctively. You turn off your phone placing it in your back pocket. You almost go to grab the usual, but stop, opting out for your pad of paper instead.     “Ahh, what is it we have here,” A voice starts and you tense, relaxing after feeling the familiarity of his words, “I’m the first customer as it would appear.” You smile softly, your brain going on a sort-of autopilot you couldn’t quite control.

   “So how ya been?”    “Well. You know how it is.”    “That’s not what I’m asking N/n.”    “Well technically it is.” You say rolling your eyes, as you place your hot drink on the coffee table. You lay back on the couch, pulling the throw further up, “I’m not even entirely sure why you visited.”    “Well you’re my sister. I know you know I will always continuously check in on you.” James says as he also leans back. You smile, rolling your eyes at him,    “I know, but you’re always my first customer. Well not anymore, but regardless you’re acting like my café isn’t just the official cops hangout or somethin.” You chuckle remembering some of your encounters, “Have you heard?” James looks at you interested,    “Heard what?” He asks, as he straightens back up in his armchair. You lean in, your eyes shifting back in forth,    “I’m apparently,” you pause for dramatic effect, piquing James’s interest even more, “Gotham’s… Little sister.” You sit back again, chuckling to yourself, “Thomas actually told me that after hitting on me.”     “Thomas? Jay Thomas?” James asks, which ensues even more eye-rolling,    “It doesn’t matter.” You say, hoping he’d drop the subject. You loved your brother, truly, but he happened to follow a lot of the cliché big brother troupes that existed. You pause, “Well, if we’re not going to have a movie watching marathon please explain to me why you’re here.”     “It’s honestly, just to check in with you. With all these criminals running around I’m not sure if I am okay with the ghost hours of your café.” You pout jokingly,    “But I'm Gotham's Little Sister, no one would ever even dare think about attacking little ‘ol me.” You say putting on a cutesy face.    “Y/n.” Is all he says, and his face has that earnest expression that you had gotten accompanied with along the years. The smile that said he cared, but  showed no happiness, and the stone cold eyes that showed nothing but seriousness. Your back instinctively straightens, and you hold your head down apologetically.     “I know.” You say softly, “I understand and I get it, but as long as you remain my first customer as a sort-of reassurance it should be fine.” He sighs and you eye him carefully, “Even if you don’t come visit me I’ve had other regulars, and none of which has seemed shady, but if they were, you and any other cop would easily recognize them.” You sigh, “I just… I know James, I do know. But this is something I deeply enjoy, just as you with your police work.” James reclines, heart heavy at your answer,    “I know, and I’m not asking you to give it up. I’m asking for reassurance, a way to know you’re safe even when I'm not there.” He says and you can hear the love, fear and what you think might be sadness, in his words. You nod,    “Six.” you start, “I can give you six am but that’s as late as I go.” James looks at you, a soft smile playing at his lips,    “Six is good enough for me.”     The doorbell rings, pulling a smile to your face, you shake the pan, successfully flipping the omelette. Once finished you slide it onto the plate, and grab a fresh cup of coffee.    “I have your coffee as usual, and what I actually have is an omelette I quite enjoyed making.” You smile as you sit in front of the customer, “What do you think JT?” You sit across from him in the booth, your smile somehow  growing in size, “This one is mostly vegetables, because I noticed how you didn’t really like the meat lovers one. Though granted they’re on two different ends of the spectrum. I feel like maybe if I can figure out which one you like better, I can eventually make the perfect omelette for you.” You await his answer, but your smile quivers once having not received one. You wait, as if on pause, as he simply enjoys his meal. You sit and watch, patiently waiting. He continues his breakfast.    You watch.    He slowly bites, not once making eye contact.    Your eyes follow every movement.    He continues, ignoring your presence.    Your brain registers each little action, as if trying to remember everything.    He begins taking his final bites.    You look at him expectantly,    “Though we’ve only met ten days ago,” He starts as he actually returns your eye contact, “Your skills have grown quite a lot, y’know.” He flashes a quick smile, and you’re hooked. He knows it, and you know it. You were his, hanging onto his every word, waiting for his command.    “It’s flattering to hear these words from you.” You say as you go to grab his plate, “But you know, you helped out too.” You turn away to place it on the bar, unknowingly missing the large smirk plastered on JT’s face.

   “All right. I’ll bite. Who are they for?”    “Come on, James. You’re a detective, do some detecting.”    “Jeremiah, your brother.”    “Bingo. That’s one.”    “And the other two?”    “Well, the only other irksome do-gooder who’s ever spoiled my fun in this town. Bruce Wayne.” Jerome announces, glancing around the area, searching for any sign of improvement.     “No.” Gordon interrupts, inducing a slight anger in Jerome,    “No?”    “You can take me.” He says as he walks closer. “I’ll sit there with one of those things around my neck, but I won’t let you have him.”    “Well, I don’t want you, Jim.” Jerome replies, rolling his eyes. Then he smiles upon noticing his target, “Besides why would I want you,” Gordon follows his eyesight, noticing a familiar h/c approaching the stage. You stop in front of Jerome as he makes you turn around, “When, I already have your sister.” Jerome laughs as he watches Gordon’s face contort into anger. He begins racing to the stage but Jerome stops him, “Wouldn’t want to do that.” He presses a knife to your throat. You watch this in anger, but your mind was so clouded that you just couldn’t control your own body. It was as if you were a prisoner in your own skin. “You should hurry up, I wouldn’t want to damage such pretty skin.” He pauses as he traces the knife up your face, “Or maybe I would. Then we could match.”

[jarienn972]

La Sirena - Chapter Ten (Epilogue)

Captain Swan Supernatural Summer 

(that’s finally being completed in winter)

We have reached the finale of this @cssns tale at last. This has been such a fun and challenging experience trying to build this universe, and I hope that readers have found it enjoyable as well. Thanks for all of your lovely words and feedback along the way!

I thank you, @kmomof4, for all of your assistance and input. You rock as a beta!  And @courtorderedcake​, thank you once again for the beautiful artwork that really brought to life the imagery of the opening chapter!

And now, back to the story... Here, we pick up moments after a stubborn and confused Killian pretended to be asleep to avoid his brother. He’s about to get a wonderful surprise...

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The instant that Killian was certain that Liam was out of earshot and wouldn't be present to scold him for faking sleep, his eyelids sprang open wide to behold the most wondrous sight. Perched in the chair just to his left was the very same angelic vision he'd first laid eyes on back on that deserted beach days ago. She looked different with her long, gilded tresses pulled back by a ribbon and seemed a bit more diminutive while wearing a vastly oversized sailor's white uniform tunic and navy woolen trousers but he knew for certain it was her.

But how? How was he gazing upon a beautiful siren here in his own quarters? How could she be here and still be real?

"Emma? It's you!" he exclaimed, trying to sit upright to greet her properly despite the pain. "What are you doing here? How are you even here, Love?

"One question at a time," she chuckled as she reached over and placed her hand atop his forearm to urge him not to move. The moment her fingers brushed his skin, he felt a tingle pass through his entire body - one that was warm and tender. His heart was suddenly racing, but it was no longer driven by fear or anxiety. He welcomed her touch, her presence. "I'm here because this is where I belong and it would seem that even the gods agree."

"But you're a siren. I thought your home was those isles and the surrounding seas? I thought you couldn't leave without…" His voice trailed off before he could say sacrificing your powers.

Her demeanor rapidly switched from jovial to serious at Killian's off-handed, yet important questions. Her eyes avoided his for a moment, then recaptured his gaze with an intensity he'd not seen from her before. There was a new melancholy about her as she took in a deep, reflective breath before responding.

"That cove was no longer my home. In truth, it was far more of a prison for longer than I care to remember. I thought I was happy alone when I left the ranks of the siren council, but I had no idea how wrong I was - until you floated into my bay." Killian's jaw gaped in stunned silence as he watched the tears begin to well in her eyes, but she shushed him when he tried to reply. There was more to her confession that she needed him to hear before he could respond properly. "I may have rescued you from drowning that fateful day, but it was you who rescued me from an eternity of loneliness. And then watching my sister attempting to harm you only strengthened my resolve…" She paused to take a breath, unsure how he was going to react to her next words. "I guess what I am trying to say is that I am here right now on this ship, wearing these ridiculous garments because I knew I couldn't let you go. I risk sounding like a fool right now, but there is something I must confess. I love you, Lieutenant Killian Charles Arthur Jones of His Majesty's Royal Navy. Nothing in my entire lifetime has felt as right as the days I spent with you, and because of that, I asked the mighty Poseidon to make me human so that I could accompany you."

"Emma… I…," he stammered, his thoughts an incoherent jumble.

Her jaw wavered as she dipped her head, almost ashamed of her utterance. "I'm sorry if I've upset you, but after all we've been through these past days, I believed you should know the truth. I do understand if you do not feel the same as I do."

Ignoring his body's cries of pain, Killian threw off the blanket and forced his protesting limbs to sit upright, swinging his legs over the side of the bunk so he could position himself close enough to her that he could cup her cheek in his palm and brush away a tear with the pad of his thumb.

"Emma, there is no need for tears," he assured her. "While I will admit that your revelation to be a siren - and all of the events that followed - were a tad horrifying, I still knew I would gladly spend the remainder of my years stranded in that cove with you. But you, you gave up being a siren - being immortal - for me?"

"What good was being immortal if it meant losing you?" she said with a sniffle just as Killian leaned forward to capture her lips with his, neither of them even caring if Liam were to reenter Killian's quarters right then and there. For a brief moment, the universe was theirs alone until Killian's protesting rib cage caused him to reluctantly pull away, but not without more questions.

"But my brother and the crew, they didn't suspect you to be any less than human? Liam, he addressed you as Miss Swan? Since I don't believe that sirens have family names, wherever did that come from? Whatever did you tell them whilst I was incapacitated?"

"No one suspects me to be a siren, if that is your worry. Once your fellow crew members reached the cove to rescue you, I had to tell them something, so I led them to believe that I was a fellow prisoner from the sunken pirate ship. They believe that the pirates attacked my family's vessel prior to abducting you on that isle of Neverland you spoke of. It isn't as though any of them could corroborate my story with your captors. The crew also collected several damaged trunks and weathered chests that had washed up on the shore, believing them to be part of the stolen loot from the sunken ship. I happened to notice that there was a swan's head carved into one of the wooden trunks so as I boarded this vessel, I introduced myself to your captain as Emma Swan. Do you believe I should have chosen something else?"

Killian chuckled at the thought of her thinking up a surname on the spot. "I don't think anyone will make the connection. I kind of like it. You're beautiful and graceful like a swan. It suits you."

"Thank you," she blushed. "I hardly feel beautiful in these borrowed clothes. This fabric, it is rather unpleasant."

"I'm sure we can find you some attire more suitable for a lady when we next make port. Women aren't common on the high seas. There's an old legend that they're unlucky."

"What nonsense," she muttered with a frown. "But no matter. I have it on good authority that no harm will come to this ship. No creature of the seas would dare challenge Poseidon's edict."

"I still don't understand how this is possible. How does my brother not know that the expedition to the uncharted island went horribly wrong? He wants to award me a bloody commendation that I don't deserve. They think I've lost my mind."

"This will need to be our secret, but the events as you remember them never actually transpired," she stated, which of course left Killian befuddled. He opened his mouth, prepared with a barrage of questions, but she raised a hand to shush him, wanting to explain what she meant before letting him speak. "I know you will have many questions, some of which I will never be able to answer, but in simple terms, Poseidon modified all of the events that led up to your brother's ship arriving to rescue us from the cove. Everything that transpired remained in the same order, but not in the same manner. You still encountered the pirates on that island, they still took you prisoner, and the sirens still laid siege to the ship before it ran aground and sank, but Poseidon changed the scope of each event and allowed your brother's ship to pursue the pirate vessel to locate you. Your injuries were all believed to have come at the hands of your pirate captors and during the escape from the sinking vessel. They have no reason to suspect otherwise."

"But what about my crew? Does no one remember their sacrifices?" he queried anxiously, afraid that those men's lives had been lost in vain.

"Some of them were never there, never set foot on the island. Others were there but their fates were changed by the modified events," she explained, although her words did little to alleviate his confusion. "In this revised timeline, there was no actual battle with those scoundrels. You alone were captured by the pirates. I have no way else to explain, but essentially, Poseidon changed how your history played out. No one beyond our realm will ever know of the version you lived through."

His jaw remained slack as he shook his head and tried to come to terms with a turn of events that was nothing short of miraculous. "But how? Why?" he stammered. "Why would he do such a thing?"

"He said I reminded him of his daughter, Ursula, and he recognized your good heart - much like the man Ursula fell in love with so long ago. He knew you'd been wronged, as had I, and he wanted to put things right. He granted my wish to become human and accompany you, and brought your brother's ship into the bay so you could be saved by your kind."

"Do you know what became of your sister?"

"Not all. I do know that she had her powers revoked for abusing them and that she was made mortal, although not by choice in her case. I don't know if Poseidon turned her human or made her a permanent creature of the sea, and in truth, I don't care. I've made my peace with it. Now, all I wish is to be with you, if you'll have me."

"I wish for nothing else," he replied with a beaming smile. "I just don't know what sort of life I can provide for a former siren… There's so much out there…"

"And I want to experience it all!" she exclaimed giddily as she gestured towards the faded map of Britannia that Killian had pinned to one of the beams lining the walls of his cabin. "I know little of the world beyond our isles. If my time is now finite, I want to see and experience as much as possible! I want to visit these other lands and sail the other seas…"

Killian chuckled at her enthusiasm, not really sure what would be physically possible, but hey - after surviving several harrowing encounters with mythical beings and living to tell the fantastical tales, he was open to adventure.

"Whatever your heart desires, Emma. Whatever your heart desires is what I want for you," he repeated as he pulled his siren - his beautiful angel - in for another heartfelt, lengthy kiss, almost certain that he felt a surge of energy embrace them both.

A few years later…

It was a perfect morning. Only a few wispy clouds broke up the brilliant blue skies as gentle ripples made their way across the serene harbor. Crew lowered and secured the huge canvas sails of the Jewel of the Realm as Liam oversaw their arrival at the dock. His sailors worked like a well-oiled machine performing their tasks, which was a good thing since their Captain might have been a tad distracted.

Instead of supervising lines being tied off, Liam was scanning the shoreline in search of something - or rather, someone. He'd made sure to send out correspondence through courier when they last made port making sure that Killian was aware the Jewel was on its way to the port of Misthaven where they'd agreed to rendezvous.

He hadn't been particularly overjoyed when Killian had decided to resign his commission upon return to Britannia, but if he was honest, the decision hadn't come as much of a surprise. His little brother had endured a harrowing experience, one that Liam knew he could never fully understand. In the process, he'd formed a bond with the lovely Swan woman and Liam had seen all the signs that Killian had fallen head over heels in love and feared lengthy deployments at sea that would keep him apart from his love.

Liam also had to admit that he was a little envious of his brother, but it was clear that while Killian loved the sea, his calling wasn't a career in His Majesty's Royal Navy. He knew that his sibling had taken up as captain of a merchant ship, but since it had been nearly a year and a half since he had last seen Killian, he was curious to see how his brother was faring in his new pursuits.

"Ahoy, brother!" he heard a shout from the pier and off in the distance, he spotted his sibling waving like a fool. And was he wearing black leather?

Once the Jewel was safely moored, Liam gave out his instructions for crew liberty and then made his way down the gangplank with dozens of rambunctious sailors at his heels. He chuckled as they darted past him, scurrying along the pier on their way to one of the local taverns. At least one of them would likely end up spending a night in the brig for overindulgence, but Liam couldn't be bothered with that right now.

His brother awaited him at the far end of the pier, casually leaning against a stone pillar with his foot propped up on an overturned barrel. It was a far more confident stance than Liam recalled when they'd last seen each other, but it was Killian's attire that spoke volumes about his newfound fortitude. He'd not expected to find Killian sporting an ebony leather duster that hung to his knees atop of a bold crimson waistcoat and black woolen trousers that, even from a distance, appeared to be far softer than Liam's own scratchy uniform. Killian clearly seemed to be happy and must have been doing well for himself to afford such luxuries.

"You look well, brother," Killian greeted him.

"As do you," Liam replied, pulling his younger sibling into an embrace and patting him heartily on the back. "Whatever are you wearing?"

"Ah, this…," Killian smiled as he took a step back so Liam could take in all of the elaborate detail on the coat which included embroidered cuffs and lapels along with silver clasps and carved bone buttons. "This was a gift from Queen Ava. The circumstances behind how it came to be is a rather long tale that I'll not bore you with since we've little time to catch up."

"Of course…," Liam responded, raising his eyes skyward with a shake of his head. Killian always seemed to have a new, unbelievable tale these days. "Where ever is that lovely wife of yours? I expected she would be here with you."

"She's waiting for us back on our ship. It's getting a tad more difficult for her to get around these days."

"So then, my new niece or nephew will be arriving soon?"

"Soon enough. Likely before the next full moon. It is why we'll be sailing back to the port of Arendelle, leaving the day after tomorrow," an excited Killian announced.

"Arendelle?" Liam questioned. "Why are you heading there?"

"We were invited by the Queen, and one simply does not turn down the invitation of royalty."

"You were invited by Queen Elsa?" Liam asked incredulously as they ambled along the cobblestone street towards another section of Misthaven's bustling harbor that was filled with smaller fishing boats and merchant ships. He tried to figure out which of the vessels was the one Killian now owned but he couldn't be certain.

"Queen Anna, actually," Killian corrected him. "Queen Elsa stepped down from the throne last year as she believed her more vivacious sister was better suited to handle the duties of the royal court."

"Alright, but that still doesn't explain how you secured a royal invitation."

"While sailing the Northern Isles last summer, we stumbled upon the wreckage of a galleon that had partially sunk in a narrow, rocky fjord. We explored it to see if there was anything worthy of salvage and located a chest containing a crown and other treasures that had been stolen from the Kingdom of Arendelle. We returned the riches to the castle and received a hefty finders fee for our efforts and Emma made fast friends with the Queen. We've made several visits back to Arendelle and have kept in correspondence with the royal family. As soon as Queen Anna learned that Emma was with child, she extended the royal invitation to come join them in the castle. She's already arranged a midwife for Emma, and has said we're welcome to stay as long as we wish. Can you imagine - living in a castle? I would never have thought it possible…"

"I'm very happy for you, Killian, and very proud of you as well. For someone who believed himself a failure not so long ago, you seem to have fortune smiling upon you."

"It hardly seems possible, brother. I feel like the luckiest bloke in all the world," Killian gushed, stopping at the bottom of the gangplank of a decent sized ship with a single towering mast. It was far more compact than the Jewel, but still large enough to carry crew and cargo comfortably. "Here we are. This is our lovely lady, La Sirena."

"Beautiful vessel. Interesting choice of name though. What led you to christen her after such a creature?"

"Oh, I have my reasons," Killian smirked. "But anyway, here's Emma now." A broad smile lit up Killian's visage as he stared up at his wife who was leaning over the railing on the deck above them. "It's almost unfathomable how I ever got so lucky that the gods would send such an angel to watch over me." Emma didn't say a word herself but the smile that stretched from ear to ear across her own face seemed to echo his sentiment.

But then maybe she suspected that the love that blossomed from a heart that was true and good was worth far more than a little bit of luck.

[vexfulfolly]

The Fondest Memories

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It seemed like a great idea, bringing Aelita into the real world and enrolling her at their school. It wasn’t like they didn’t have time to plan things out— to make sure her transition was as smooth as possible— because they had plenty of time to do so. Whether or not that time was spent agonizing over details that were practically meaningless until confronted later. We’ll cross that bridge when we get there was their daily motto for almost an entire year. 

So they weren’t exactly thinking it all the way through when they created Aelita’s new identity. At a glance, it was watertight. No one would dare to look too deep into anyone associated with the de la Robbias. Looking at Odd’s records was an absolute mess, so why even bother with Aelita’s? 

It was a quick way to get her in the door and out of deep scrutiny, but that in and of itself presented problems. Like right now. It was a month before winter break and each warrior’s family was making plans to bring their children home for the holidays. Except Aelita. 

As it stood, there were only two viable options; someone had to take Aelita home with them (which would be the markedly tougher option), or someone would have to stay behind with her. Despite being somewhat acclimated to Earth, she was still wobbling on fawn-like legs during social situations. Or most situations, granted she was unsupervised. 

Which was what brought everyone together on a crisp afternoon in early November, piled into Jérémie’s room and in deep discussion.

“I hate to say it, but I can’t stay,” Jérémie sighed. “My parents have already booked a flight for me. They thought having a tropical Christmas would be a good idea for some reason.” 

To add insult to injury, he sounded truly apologetic. 

“I’ll be around the corner, but granted I don’t stay at the dorms anyway, my parents definitely won’t take well to me “sneaking off” during family time,” Yumi grimaced, making sure her displeasure over the last few words was clear. 

If the rest of the conversation went as positively as this first two minutes had, they were all screwed. The only two people that remained were Odd and Ulrich— the two people most likely to want to stay at Kadic through the break. 

Odd snorted. “My parents won’t even notice if I’m here or there, but they did book train tickets. If I never showed, they wouldn’t care. So, what say you, good buddy? Am I staying behind or have you already worked it out?” 

Every eye fell on Ulrich in anticipation. 

“I’m staying,” he said simply. 

He was met with several sighs of relief, and one disappointed Odd. “You’re really gonna make me go?” He pouted, though it sounded more like a demand. 

“Yeah, otherwise Jim will get suspicious of too many of us staying behind. Besides, you’ll be able to let Kiwi play in the snow without worrying about getting caught.” 

The resulting whine from the blonde was a cross between exasperation and resignation, and Ulrich had never heard a sound so sweet. Aelita decided she’d make presence known at that point, carefully patting the blonde on the back as he grumbled. “Well, what do you even do over a break? Especially the winter one?” She asked. 

Ulrich shrugged. “Winter stuff.” 

The topic was dropped. 

The first day of the winter break was reserved exclusively for seeing the gang off. Most kids were heading home, though a teeny-tiny minority stayed behind. Ulrich and Aelita were now a part of that minority. 

By the time everyone had left the school, and the halls no longer buzzed with sound, dinner was ending and it was almost curfew. Aelita and Ulrich had spaghetti and meatballs together— much to Odd’s vocal displeasure when he saw it on that evening’s menu— and parted once they reached the dorms. 

“What will we be doing tomorrow?” Aelita asked. 

Ever the over-communicator, Ulrich glanced out the window at the blanket of snow that never seemed to stop growing. “I’ll introduce you to normal winter stuff. Dress warm, we’ll be outside,” he said before waving. “Good night.” 

The next morning found Ulrich walking Aelita through the woods. They wound through thickets and tall snow banks, truly getting to experience what winter had to offer. It was a quiet walk (though, at this point, it was more of a hike than a walk). As they approached the tree line, Aelita’s emerald eyes caught sight of the factory from between the bare trunks. 

“The factory?” She blinked, like it was the last place she’d expect to see. “Why are we here?”

“We’re not here for the factory,” Ulrich started. The duo broke through the edge of the forest and basked in the midday sun. It was then that Aelita noticed that the water that acted like a moat was frozen. 

“We’re here for the lake.” 

Suffice to say, without ice skates, music, and other skaters, the duo were nothing but inelegant. Ulrich taught Aelita how to slide about on the ice, how to skid into something resembling a stop, and getting her to glide backwards. Eventually their ice skating devolved into races around the factory, and to hockey— which they played with two tree branches and a pine cone. 

By the time they started heading back to the school, the sky was dimming. Aelita’s cheeks were cherry red and her breath was coming in short puffs of exhaustion, but the grin on her lips was the most genuine thing. Ulrich even found his own lips tilting upward at the sound of her elated laughter. 

“Oh, that was wonderful, Ulrich!” She beamed, bouncing to and fro through the snow banks. “Can we do this again tomorrow?”

He fought off a chuckle. “Sure. I can show you the other stuff later.” 

Though her curiosity was piqued, she didn’t inquire further about the “other stuff”. Ulrich was coming to realize that she liked surprises. 

Aelita hummed happily the entire walk back to Kadic. The thought made Ulrich warm. When they stumbled back indoors, the fiery sensation of needles on bare skin told the duo they’d been out a bit too long. The back of Ulrich’s thighs were on fire, and Aelita’s fingers cried out in pain. 

She was wincing and nervously shifting her weight from foot to foot when Ulrich pulled her out of her head. 

“There’s only one cure to freezer burn,” he started leading her to the cafeteria, though dinner wasn’t going to be served for hours. “C’mon, I’ll show you how to make it.” 

When they made it into the cafeteria, Ulrich made straight for the kitchen doors, which gave Aelita pause. Students weren’t allowed in the kitchen on a good day— what made Ulrich think trying to get in there over winter break would be a better idea? Even then, one of the lunch ladies was probably in there starting on dinner. They’d be caught in no time, so what was Ulrich planning? 

“You coming, Princess?” 

Aelita had been so deep in thought that she’d completely stopped walking, and was staring intently at Ulrich’s relaxed form. 

“Are you sure that—“

“We’ll be fine. Trust me.” 

With Ulrich acting as cocksure and confident as Odd, Aelita could do nothing more than follow behind him and hope for the best. The moment the door swished shut behind her, Ulrich was greeting Glenda with a nod before heading to the opposite side of the kitchen. He flitted in and out of cupboards and pantry doors before placing a shallow pot on the stove. 

He was still gathering things here and there when Aelita asked, “Why aren’t we getting in trouble?”

Ulrich placed two mugs side by side on the counter. “Odd and I have had our fair share of early mornings and late evenings. Glenda’s always the first one in and the last to leave. Let’s just say, she’s fine with us being here so long as the other students don’t know and we pick up after ourselves.”

Aelita didn’t know why she was so surprised by that fact. Of course, every warrior had their fair share of trauma from Xana. If Odd and Ulrich suffered from nightmares or insomnia, Aelita was no one to judge. Shaking herself from her thoughts, she watched as Ulrich melted a good amount of chocolate in the pot before mixing in some milk. He stirred it lightly for a few minutes more before splitting the contents of the pan between the two mugs. He added a tad extra milk to each one before passing the pinkette a plastic spoon. 

Ulrich tilted his mug in her direction, as if to toast. “To winter break?” He asked. 

“To winter break,” she replied. 

Their cups clinked together, and the second day of winter break came to a close. 

“Since when did you know how to cook?” Aelita asked later that evening. “I didn’t take you as one to— not to offend— be knowledgeable about it.”

Ulrich chuckled lightly. “I’m a terrible cook, I just know how to make hot chocolate. My mother taught me when I was younger. Every year we’d play hockey in brook behind the house, and when we came back we’d make hot chocolate to warm us up.”

Ulrich hasn’t said that many words directly to Aelita for almost as long as they’ve known each other. 

Aelita smiles tentatively. “That’s… really nice.”

Ulrich hums warmly before waving good night to the girl. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning, bright and early,” he says. 

And Aelita can’t stymie the excited laugh that bubbles up from within. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” 

Even as they walk their separate ways, Aelita likes to think she sees a ghost of a smile on his lips in the reflection on the windows. 

By the time winter break is over, Aelita has been officially inducted into the exclusive group of students given kitchen rights. Four days after starting classes once again, Aelita finds herself standing in the kitchen at half past the witching hour, wondering why her world weary body brought her here. When Glenda sees the girl half asleep in her cup of cocoa, she simply gives the girl a nudge and pushes her out. “Wait! I didn’t get to do the dishes!” She tries to argue. 

“Get some sleep before classes start, and I might forgive ‘ya,” Glenda tuts, and Aelita knows that the lunch lady has won this round. 

When Aelita curls up in her bed, anxieties and nightmares long forgotten, she takes in the lingering scene of hot chocolate in the air and thinks about Ulrich and the week of shrieking laughter and restrained joy they shared. 

Aelita sleeps through the first three classes and shuffles down for lunch looking like death warmed over, but Glenda serves her the best part of the lasagna with a knowing look, and the young girl dines with her friends. 

She feels more like a living, breathing human at that moment than during any other. 

To her, the most human emotion isn’t rage or something as simple as love, she thinks it’s the gleeful innocence of playing in the snow on a cold day, and the creature comfort that is fuzzy socks and diamond snow. 

She no longer feels in binary and thinks in CSS. 

The girl that is Aelita Stones is born on a cloudy day in December, and she is utterly grateful to the boy who pushed her into the wild and wonderful world she now resides in (even if he pushed her into a snowbank to do it).

[green-eyed-whumpster]

My OC Universe: Rowan 130

Chapter 130 Summary: Marie comes for William. And surprises Rowan, seeing her after so long. (Tags: @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi, @much-ado-about-whumping, @abitefullofeverything, @whump-me-all-night-long, @sky-or-something-idfk and @tears-and-lilies)

Trigger Warnings: PTSD whumpee, reference to previous abuse, reference to character death, threat, man-handling, verbal abuse

Peter and Rowan managed to figure out a way for Rowan to completely avoid William’s company. Peter leashed him outside for a few hours so Rowan could wash in peace, Rowan would grasp brief walks outside to stay active and get some fresh air. He always felt awful for Peter, though, who insisted on sleeping in full view of their prisoner. Rowan gave him pillows and blankets from his bed which he refused, in case the comfort allowed him to sleep too deeply or for too long. William realised soon that his manipulation wouldn’t work on Peter, and Rowan was nowhere to be seen, so he spent the days in almost complete silence, waiting in agony for Marie to arrive and drag him kicking and screaming back to his prison.

One morning Peter was preparing a cup of tea when he heard sounds outside. Multiple sets of hooves churning up the melting snow as they drew closer to the house. His eyes lit up and he abandoned his tea to turn to William, who had also heard the sounds and was waiting for the inevitable, his pale grey eyes dull and filled with dread.

“I have a feeling you’re finally going to be out of Rowan’s life forever.” Peter grinned. “But I promise, if you escape and come back here, I won’t hesitate to kill you.” William nodded weakly and turned his head away.

“Don’t worry, I won’t. I’m sure Marie will have me kneecapped to prevent it happening again.” He paused uncomfortably and looked up, flinching as Peter narrowed his eyes. 

“If Rowan is going to stay here for the rest of his life,” He hesitated before continuing and shrugged. “Keep him happy –“ He jerked as Peter dragged him to his feet to glare at him easier. “I’m sure you will, but…he was a good creature, I am going to miss him.” He flinched as Peter struck him hard and attempted to blink through the pain.

“You’re so sick and twisted that you can’t even feel real emotions.” Peter hissed. “You never cared for him.”

“I may be cruel, but I still felt things.” William replied, grunting as he was shoved unceremoniously towards the door. “Most frequently pride. I never wanted to admit my fondness for him, and used his that remained to try and save myself. But still, his company was worth more than I told him. And I admit I took it for granted. You don’t have to tell him this if you don’t want to,”

“I won’t.” Peter snapped. “You’ve played with his head enough.”

The air was cold as he came outside, the horses bore the royal crest and the men dismounting them wore the formal royal armour, so Peter pulled William out as well. It was liberating to be able to drag William into the wet ground and push him forward, finally this creature would leave his property and his life.

A particularly impressive horse drew closer and as Peter looked it over he realised the creature mounted on it was a woman, and her dress was a thick crushed velvet embroidered with golden thread. He fell to his knees as he recognised the Queen’s face and lowered his head respectfully as she drew up to him.

“Are you the one who owns this land?” He had never heard the Queen’s voice before, and it was such a foreign concept that he struggled to process her words.

“Yes, your majesty,” His head jerked up as he heard the crunch of another approaching horse and immediately lowered it again as the Prince came beside his mother.

“Confiscate my husband.” She ordered and two of the soldiers moved to take William’s arms and drag him over to their company.

“Lovely to see you again, as well, my love,” He said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“And speaking of your love, did he receive you as you predicted?” She taunted in reply and he flushed, with rage or shame it wasn’t clear. “Speaking of, where is the boy?” She wondered.

“He…he’s inside,” Peter said softly, reluctant to reveal Rowan’s hiding place.

“Fetch him.” He looked up as the soldiers nodded and threw himself to his feet.

“I –“ He hesitated nervously and swallowed the lump in his throat. “If you would permit me to go and get him?” He asked. “I’m afraid he may be hiding from your majesty,”

“Why would he be hiding?” Marie scoffed.

“Your majesty apparently made a promise to kill him if you ever saw him again.” Peter said cautiously.

“You did.” Alexander added and Marie let out a sigh.

“Fine,” She said flippantly. “Whatever will save the most time, I’ve already spent three days on horseback.” Peter nodded and took a step back.

“Thank you, your majesty,” He said. “I won’t be a moment.” He raced into the house and opened the door to his room. He could hear the soft squeak of fear and felt his chest tighten sadly.

“Hey, Rowan?” He checked the rest of the space before crouching down to look beneath the beds. “The Queen wants to speak to you,” Rowan’s eyes shone black with the little light available beneath the beds.

“Please, Peter!” He squeaked. “She’ll kill me!”

“I don’t care what it means, but she has assured me that it means I won’t need to think about him ever again.”

“No, no Rowan,” Peter soothed. “I won’t let her. I’ll be there the whole time,” He extended a hand beneath the bed and watched as Rowan considered the idea.

“All right,” He murmured, shimmying out from his cave and taking Peter’s hand.

“Good, I promise you’ll be safe,” Peter smiled.

“If I don’t she’ll just send in guards to drag me out,” Rowan reasoned and Peter sighed softly.

“Just take a deep breath, it’s almost over.” He said as he wrapped a blanket around Rowan’s slim shoulders.

As he left the house again he felt Rowan’s hand tightening in his. Marie was waiting impatiently, looking around the sparse clearing and glancing over to her enslaved husband who was antagonising her son. She looked up when Peter reappeared and he saw her piercing blue eyes searching past him for the one she was after. He knelt once again in front of her but Rowan stood stoically beside him.

“Your majesty.” The cold air swallowed up his soft and stern voice.

“Rowan,” Marie said in mild surprise. “You look much healthier, this man treats you well?” Rowan appeared to be startled by her question and hesitated.

“He-he does, thank you, your majesty.” He muttered. He was confused by her interest.

“Good, you look to be in good health.”

“And you, your majesty, considering,” The last word was barely a whisper, but both the royals heard it.

“The impertinence,” Alexander hissed, but Marie held a hand out to him.

“He was only enquiring.” She answered calmly. “Considering the damages that William’s presence certainly inspired, he is entitled to a level of respect not many others deserve.” Her voice was calm but firm, she wouldn’t punish him for mentioning such things, but she won’t allow her own power to be threatened.

“Thank you, your majesty,” Rowan whispered. “Your majesty always was far too kind to me,” She smiled slightly as his courage waned and he reverted to his more comfortable state.

The party all turned as another horse burst from the trees, the soldiers raising their spears in preparation to protect the Queen and guard against William’s release. Rowan and Peter were completely at a loss as to who the newcomer would be but as they pulled up their steed and leapt off they recognised her as Cordelia, and relief flooded in Rowan’s chest. She swept unflinchingly past the soldiers and the nobles to place a hand on Rowan’s cheek and the other press on Peter’s shoulder.

“You’re all right?” She asked breathlessly and he nodded gently. “Get up, you fool,” She directed to Peter, and he sheepishly rose to his feet, keeping his head bowed.

“Forgive my interruption, my lady,” She said, directing her attention to the Queen. “But I was held up in the city.” Marie only nodded in understanding and shrugged softly.

“Of course,” She said. “Who wouldn’t want to witness William’s recapture?”

“Look how powerful you are surrounded by armed guards,” The prisoner spat and grunted as a soldier struck the back of his head.

“You know, maybe this time I really will have your tongue ripped out.” She hissed to him. “Let’s go. I don’t want him to be in the open for any longer. Make sure he’s gagged.” Rowan fought to avoid staring as William’s mouth was wrapped tightly with cloth and he was thrown over the pommel of a saddle, much like how he had been transported when he was imprisoned.

“Here,” She said, tossing a heavy purse to the ground before them. “For your loyalty to the crown.” Rowan’s eyes turned to it and only dragged away from the reward when he felt her moving.

“Wait! Your majesty?”

She hesitated for a moment and allowed her horse to settle before indicating for him to continue.

“Would I be allowed to ask you something?”

She paused for a moment to consider the request as Alexander raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

“If you want more money then you won’t get it.” He said firmly and Rowan turned his head down shamefully.

“Oh, hush, Alex,” Marie sighed, climbing from the saddle to stand before them. It was far more intimidating having her stand at their level. “What is it?” She asked and stepped towards them.

“I-I…”

Rowan swallowed heavily and fell instinctively to his knees, followed by Peter, despite Cordelia’s previous demand. Now that she was close enough that he could smell her perfume he was swept up with the dreadful memories that came with her refined scent.

“I heard an order that William was dead,” He finally choked out. “I thought you were killing him along with…” He hesitated but they both knew what he was referring to. “Wh-why didn’t you kill him?” His voice trembled weakly as he finally spat out his question and he heard Marie’s gentle sigh.

“We intended to punish him,” She admitted. “We wanted to keep him alive until we broke him. But his arrogance is so strong that not even torture managed to blunt his tongue.” She shook her head gently and pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. “Alexander and I’s own arrogance wouldn’t allow him to win by killing him while he still retained some of his dignity. He feigned an injury and while a guard was moving him to another cell he escaped. It is our own fault and I’m sincerely sorry that he managed to find his way back to you.”

Rowan’s breath caught as his head whipped up to look at her, the notion of the Queen apologising to him was so ridiculous that he couldn’t hide his surprise.

“No-no, your majesty, really there isn’t anything for you to apologise for!” He squeaked and watched in bemusement as Marie chuckled softly.

“I hope you are trying to teach him to stop apologising so much,” She said to Peter as she stepped forward and cupped Rowan’s cheek gently, her soft leather glove sliding across his skin.

“I-I’m trying, your majesty,” He replied, flushing at her direct acknowledgement.

“I must admit, when we first came to the castle I was quite cruel to you, I hope you can forgive me, I didn’t understand the part you were playing was for your own survival.” Rowan couldn’t breathe as he felt the Queen’s touch on his skin. “Any creature who could pretend to be so devoted to a monster like William deserves respect.” Part of him craved the superior affection that he hadn’t felt since being released, but still his stomach pooled with dread at the dominating touch.

“Thank you, your majesty,” He breathed nervously and she gently took her hand away.

“I promise on my crown that William will never disturb you again. Alexander and I owe much to your loyalty.” Rowan was still unperturbed by this level of kindness Marie was offering him and barely knew how to answer through grunting softly in reply.

“My lady, would I be permitted to remain here for a few days to ensure Rowan’s peace of mind?” Cordelia asked and Marie nodded.

“Of course. I don’t need your reports until the end of next week, take your time.” She said and turned, climbing gracefully back onto her horse. “I am glad you’ve found a safe place, Rowan. Please let Cordelia know if you need anything in the future and I will make sure it is provided.”

“Oh…that-that’s too kind, your majesty,” Rowan gasped and she shook her head.

“As someone most impacted by William’s cruelty it is justified.” She said and glanced down as Alexander helped steady her horse. “Oh, also,” Rowan looked up timidly as her voice paused and watched her study his face. “Cordelia told me you were close to your bodyguard. I am sorry he didn’t survive.” Rowan looked down sadly and managed to bob his head in agreement.

“Thank you, your majesty, your condolences mean a lot,” He muttered.

“I hope you understand that there was never anything personal Alexander and I held against you, you were purely collateral damage.”

Rowan didn’t have the strength to lift his head as he heard the party turn to go, he didn’t want to risk catching William’s eye as he finally disappeared.

Hopefully this time for good.

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The Favorite Part of My Day

Show: Sweet Magnolias Paring: Annie/Ty Words: 3.1k Summary: The weeks following the car accident have created an unbearable distance between Annie and Ty. The more time Ty spends apart from Annie, the more he realizes how much he’s fallen for her. He does everything he can to close the physical and emotional distance between them. Read on AO3

Except: His gaze follows her movements as she lifts her casted leg up into bed and wriggles to find a comfortable position. Once she finds it, she looks up and realizes the intensity of gaze. 

Her forehead crinkles with confusion. Then her foggy, drunken memory of the last time he sat with her at the edge of her bed flashes back. She squeezes her eyes closed with regret.  The moments of darkness pass too quickly for Annie to fully compose herself. She blinks her eyes open to notice Ty’s scooted a foot closer to her. Her head swirled at his proximity and the foggy memory of their last time here together forces her to fight the haziness. 

“Ty, seriously,” she whispers. “What are you doing here?” 

He continues to lean in towards Annie. With their foreheads touching, he whispers back, “I told you, I miss spending time with you. You’re the favorite part of my day,” he leans in to close the gap between them. 

Annie pulls back before their lips touch and raises a hand to his chest to put distance between them. Ty retreats further, startled. A frozen silence falls between them, freezing them in place as they stare at each other, mere inches apart.  

For Ty, since the accident, chances at moments like this one filled his head. Sharing alone time with Annie seemed impossible these days—there was always someone around her: Kyle, her mom, his mom, her dad, her friends. Before, he took her independence—how she never needed anyone to keep busy and happy—for granted. More and more he realized how much he needed her in his life to be happy.

For Annie, her arduous recovery gave her too much time to think. Whenever the crowds around her dispersed, her head reeled from the constant noise and attention. For the first time in life, everyone she knew—on top of her mom—worried about her, and her slow recovery meant that she felt like she was letting everybody down. She always felt Ty’s lingering presence in the back of the constant commotion around her—whether he refused to leave her side in the hospital or whether he stayed in the room while her and Kyle watched a movie—and didn’t know how to think about it. So, she didn’t think about it at all.  

Annie breaks the moment first. She looks down to give her attention to her blanket frays.  As Ty scans her for any hints on her feelings, he notices the crinkles still pinching her forehead.

“Are you making fun of me?”  She whispers under her breath so Ty can barely hear her. 

Once he makes out the words, his hands rush to face and pulls it to look at her. “No,” he promises, his tone torn between serious and disappointment that she could ever doubt him. He strokes her cheek with his thumb as he asks her, “How could even ask me that?” 

“It’s a fair question, Ty,” she insists. “All night it seems you have been trying to recreate that night of that stupid party—” 

He drops his hands and shakes his head. “That’s not true at all—”

“—Insisting on walking me home after seeing me hang out with Kyle, carefully helping me up the stairs, waiting outside the door while I changed, sitting—”

“Your leg is broken. You’re on crutches. This is your second week off bed rest. It is totally appropriate for me to be concerned about—”

“I don’t want your concern, Ty,” Annie emphasizes. 

“Too bad,” he shoots back. “I’m going to be concerned about you whether you like it or not.”

She sighs, not sure whether to admit the truth or not. Meeting his gaze, she caves, “It’s friggin’ confusing.” He responds with stunned silence. “And I have enough things competing to rip my life apart right now. I can’t afford one of them to be you.” 

Ty softens, “I am not trying to confuse you.” 

“Okay, then, can you just be straight with me for once? Because I do not have the energy to interpret how you’ve been treating me differently since the accident—”

“Treating you differently?”

“Yes. All of sudden, you text me back within two seconds, you bring me my favorite snacks without asking, you stand up to my mom for me, you sneak back in the hospital after visiting hours to watch me do nothing but sleep…”

“You knew about that…?” He interjects incredulously. 

“You think I don’t notice you staying in whichever room I’m in for as long as possible? Your gaze bores into me from across the room and my head gets all foggy and I can’t think straight—”

“Annie—”

“So,” she straightens her posture and their gazes meet. She fights the haziness he causes. “If you doing all these things out of concern, then—”

“I didn’t do those things out of concern,” he whispers, replacing his hands on her cheeks.

She revels in his touch, finally succumbing to the moment. Her heart races as she asks, “Then why are you here?” 

He takes a deep breath, preparing to lay his heart on the line: “Because I can’t get you out my head,” he declares. “I couldn’t even I wanted to and I don’t want to anymore.” Continue on AO3

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Let me make it up to you |Kim Namjoon|

[hi babies! I hope you like this:”) anyways my final exams are beginning tomorrow so I’ll be a bit absent and I’ve seen the request so I’ll do those whenever I have time so send them in! Also thank you guys for over 2k i love every single one of you THANK YOU💕💕]

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He walked with confidence as if nothing could ever touch him but to be honest with all those guards around him that would be impossible.

Kim Namjoon. Even his name held some kind of power, his presence alone brought shivers down your spine.

Gulping quietly you knocked on his door, his guards keeping an intense look on you as you tried not to piss yourself on the spot.

You had been working for the man for about two weeks now and you were still not used to the stoic eyes of his guards.

A clear voice replied, granting you permission to enter. With a final bow to his guards you entered his office.

His office was huge, too big for even the two of you. Namjoon placed you in his office, right next to his desk and his reasoning was that if he needed anything you’d be closer.

“Sir? Your l-“

“You’re late, Miss Y/L/N”

You almost choked at his words as you looked at him with wide eyes. He didn’t pay you any attention only furiously typing on his laptop.

“L-Late? Sir I-“

“You know I hate tardiness.”

He couldn’t be serious, he was the one who sent you to go get him lunch and not to mention that it was at one of the busiest restaurants in the area.

“Mr Kim, I apologize but there was a line and I had to wait.”

You regretted your words the minute he looked up from his laptop, it was very rare that Kim Namjoon would give his undivided attention.

He took off his glasses, watching you with frustration swimming in his eyes. You felt like he was scrutinizing you, almost challenging you to say more.

You quickly looked away from his intense gaze as you began to apologize profusely. Though you’ve never expressed it out loud, the man scared you.

“Did you get anything for yourself?” He asked, cutting your apologies halfway as he beckoned you closer with his hand.

“N-No, Sir, I figured that would take too long.” You breathed out as you set the brown paper bag on his stainless table.

“So you expect me to eat while you sit there and watch?”

“Yes?”

He watched you for what felt like minutes but was only a couple of seconds before beckoning you over to his desk, you obeyed with no hesitation.

“Sit.” It wasn’t a question or a request but an order. You slowly lowered yourself on the chair that sat across him.

“Do you need anything else, sir?”

You asked and he shook his head, opening his container of food.

You’ve never felt as awkward as you felt in that moment, uncomfortably shifting on the chair as you looked around the room.

“Eat.”

“Pardon?”

“Did I stutter?”

You looked at him with wide eyes as you tried to process his words, why would he give you his food?

“But Mr Kim that’s yours-“

“Ms Y/L/N, you need this more than I do, I’m not the one running around the whole day.”

You gulped as he pushed the expensive food over to you.

“Go on. Eat.”

You quietly thanked him as you slowly nibbled on the food, suddenly feeling shy at the eyes on you.

“Do you- Would you like to share?”

You asked still looking down at the food. A couple of seconds passed and he didn’t answer, you felt yourself cringing slightly wishing you could take your words back.

“I’m- I meant-“

“Sure.”

To say you were surprised was an understatement, you thought he would laugh at you and carry on with his job but instead he went around, sitting on the chair next to yours as he took out the extra utensils they threw in the bag.

Sitting down next to Kim Namjoon didn’t feel right. Sure you walked with him at times but he was always two steps ahead of you as you trudged after him.

You hadn’t realized that you were staring at him, completely ignoring the food in front of you.

“Something wrong with the food, Y/N?”

“Mhm? Oh! N-No, sorry- I apologize Mr Kim, I tend to zone out at times.”

He hummed as he ate. You found your eyes following his hands, he had pretty hand, clean and well kept after all he was Kim Namjoon.

And his lips, my god his lips were so full and plush looking. Did this man have any flaws-

“Staring is rude, Ms Y/L/N.”

Fuck. You’ve never wished to be swallowed by the earth but that sounded great right now. You made a sound at the back of your throat, apologizing softly as you looked down at the food.

It was quiet for a while and Namjoon had stopped eating but you were too mortified to look up and see what the problem was. You could feel his eyes on you, causing a slightly shiver to climb up your spine.

“Did something interest you?”

“Pardon?”

“You were staring, no?”

You nodded and he tilted his head slightly.

“What did you find that was so interesting?”

How were you supposed to answer that? How were you supposed to tell him that you were distracted by his lips. He would fire you for sure.

“Oh- Well, t-the thing is-“

“A little faster, Ms Y/L/N, I’m a busy man.”

You gulped as you placed your chopsticks on the napkin he had handed you earlier as you tried to rake your brain for an excuse.

“I-I- Wow! Won’t you look at that? It’s time for me to go get your clothes that you ordered- thank you for lunch, Mr Kim, gotta go!”

You spoke hurriedly as you stood up, bowing before zooming out of his office. You were panting by the time you were out, his guards giving you an odd look as you quickly bowed before leaving just as fast as you were before.

You cursed quietly, the man was definitely going to fire you. You had broken a rule, never leave the office without being dismissed but you had left anyways.

You whined loudly as you stepped out of the building. Technically you didn’t lie, you had about 30 minutes before you were supposed to fetch his clothes anyways so you could walk there instead of taking the driver he always sent.

Your walk went quicker than you thought, but you had arrived on time and by the time you were exiting the shop, his personal driver was waiting for you. Sighing loudly you got in as the car made its way back to the one place you didn’t wish to go back to.

You stared at the door with a small pout on your face, being a people’s pleaser, you hated when someone showed any signs of disappointment or disapproval towards you.

One of the guards cleared their throat, reminding you that you had been standing there for a little bit too long. You gave them a tired smile and a dejected bow before you knocked on the door, to which he permitted.

Not once did you look up as you entered his office but the sudden halting of the harsh buttons told you he was looking at you.

With a deep breath you looked up, flinching slightly at the hard look he gave.

“M-Mr Kim, I would like to apologize for leaving so abruptly earlier on-“

You trailed off, fingers playing with each other nervously as you bit your lip guiltily. He probably had hired another assistant, one who was better than you.

“You need to stop apologizing before the word starts to lose its meaning, it’s getting tiring.”

You couldn’t help but to pout at his words, your heart sinking down to the pit of your stomach as you felt your mood dropping by the second.

“I’m so-“

You cut yourself as you quickly looked down, trying to blink away the tears that had started to fill your eyes.

“The little stunt you pulled earlier on wasn’t appreciated, your telephone was ringing nonstop and I had to answer for you, what am I paying you for, Ms Y/L/N?”

“Sir-“

“Let this be your first and last warning. Get back to work.”

You felt horrible, you were new at this maybe that’s why he was so harsh on you. But still his words did hurt.

You hurriedly sat down on your desk, a lone tear rolling down your cheek before you quickly wiped it away.

From the next day onwards you made sure to stay clear of Namjoon’s way unless he needed you for something, which was more often than you would’ve liked. During lunch, you’d deliver his food and excuse yourself into the building’s cafeteria where you quietly sipped away at your favorite beverage.

You made sure that you didn’t steal any looks at him, always keeping your focus down on your work.

The sudden change didn’t go unnoticed by Namjoon, maybe he was a bit harsh but what you were doing was way worse. Though he’d never admit it, Kim Namjoon enjoyed your company but now that you were avoiding him as if he was the plague, he felt quite lonely.

He heard your signature knock, two soft knocks and he felt himself lightening up as he called you in, his voice as cool as he could get it without sounding too enthusiastic.

You bowed respectfully before placing his lunch on his desk, your eyes never sparing him a glance as you excused yourself softly, your voice barely audible.

Technically he wasn’t allowed to stop you, it was lunch after all but he knew how obedient you were and so he took a chance.

“Ms Y/L/N?” He called out the second your hand touched his door knob and you felt your heart start to race.

“Yes, sir?” You whispered out, still facing the door. He didn’t answer and you realized that he was waiting for you to face him and you did so quickly.

“Sit.”

“Sir-“

“Ms Y/L/N...” he trailed off, the tone in his voice suggesting you not try to argue with and so with a deep breath you found yourself seated across him.

He pushed the food towards just like he had the last time as he came around his table to sit next to you.

“Eat.”

He whispered and you gulped, looking up, finding him closer than you had expected.

You looked away, nodding a bit too enthusiastic for your liking but you didn’t care at the moment. You trained your eyes on the meal as you slowly ate.

“Relax, Y/N, I’m not that bad.” He chuckled softly, using your first name and you let out a nervous chuckle in return as you tried to loosen your tense shoulders.

Namjoon was known for his patience, he was cool and calm but of course sometimes even the calmest of them all get tested. That’s how he felt, patience quickly running thin as you continued to shut him out.

“You know, if I didn’t know any better I’d think I make you nervous.” He hummed, you could hear the smirk on his voice.

You looked up, wide eyed, the lazy smirk on his face growing wider at the attention he had longed for.

“Huh?”

“Do I make you nervous, Y/N?”

He was too close, you found yourself begin to grow clammy and fidgety in your sit as you tried to break the eye contact but you couldn’t seem to.

“N-No?”

“No? Are you sure, Miss Y/L/N? You seem a little... tense?”

He knew the effect he had on you and he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy making you fidget under his gaze. A true sadist indeed.

“Oh- Oh! N-No I just- ‘m just tired.” You choked out as you pushed the plate away, if you didn’t leave now you’d make a fool of yourself. You quickly made up an excuse as you began to stand up.

“Mr Kim, if you’d excuse me I-“

“Sit down, Y/N.”

“B-But-“

The look he gave you told you that it wasn’t up for debate. You whimpered quietly as you tried to convince him again.

“Sir, I r-really need to- oof!”

Holy fuck- you were sat on Kim Namjoon’s lap. He smelled good, the realization finally set in that you were seated on your boss’s lap. You froze.

“Hey- calm down, Princess.”

You squeaked at the pet name as you tried to keep your mind clear of any thoughts. His chest was firm against your back, his arms secured around your waist as he kept you up against him.

“Now, how about you tell me why you’ve been running away from me, hm?”

Did he actually expect you to have a conversation with him while he sat you on his lap? You almost couldn’t breathe, let alone talk.

“Run-Running away?”

“Should I repeat myself?”

You quickly shook your head as you looked down in the hands that had been haunting your dreams for the last few weeks.

“Then maybe you should give me an answer, yes?”

You whimpered quietly as you shifted on his lap, still shaken at the position you found yourself in.

“Ms Y/L/N, are you going to talk or am I going to have to make you?”

You swear to god his voice somewhat got deeper and you couldn’t help but to react as a sigh escaped your lips.

He chuckled softly, his chest vibrating against your back slightly as you felt one of his hands move up to your hair.

“Sweetheart, if you want me to stop, tell me now.” He spoke, voice soft and feathery and you only made yourself comfortable on his lap.

He was satisfied with your reply, for now at least.

He ran his hand through your hair gently, finger nails lightly scratching against your scalp and you melted against him.

“There you go, relax.” He hummed in your ear, the slight rasp in his voice making you shiver slightly.

You were so engrossed in the feeling of his hand in your hair that you hadn’t noticed when the other one trailed down your thigh.

You were wearing a basic pencil skirt, one that wasn’t so tight on you which made it easier for him to gain access to your skin. Soft fingers traced against your inner thighs, causing your legs to open involuntarily.

“Good girl.” He praised, his hand only moving higher before resting on the band of your panties.

You were panting, chest falling and rising as you felt yourself get needy by the second. It had been a while since anyone had touched you like this or at all basically.

“I’ll ask one more time, why did you run away from me?” He asked and you whined, wanting him to continue but he had halted all of his movements.

“You were mean to me.”

“Is that so? I apologize, sweetheart.”

“Oh- No! I-It’s ok, it was my fault anyways.”

Your words came out soft as you felt yourself become dejected again. Namjoon could tell you were beating yourself up, he didn’t really think you had taken his words that hard.

“Oh Princess, don’t look so sad, hm? I’ll make it up to you, yeah?”

Your eyebrows furrowed at his words. What did he mean? You had a lot of questions but you just nodded.

“Words, Y/N. Use your words.”

“Yes sir.”

He groaned at your reply before pushing your panties aside, causing you to gasp at the cool air on you.

He didn’t beat around the bush as he began to draw figure 8’s on your clit, the unexpected touch making you jump slightly to which he held you still with his other hand.

“You have to be quiet, Ms Y/L/N,” he whispered in your ear when you let out a loud moan, “we have guests outside or have you forgotten?”

You shook your head as you panted looking down at the hand between your legs.

“Then you’ll be good for me, won’t you? Gonna be quiet for me, yes?”

“Y-Yes Sir.”

He smiled against your cheek as he continued to abuse your sensitive bundle of nerves. Keeping quiet was harder than you thought which is why you brought your hand up to your mouth to muffle the sounds that threatened to escape.

“Will you forgive me, sweetheart?”

You only whined as you bucked your hips up to his hand.

“Gonna forgive me after I make you cum nice and hard right?”

“Mhm-fuck-“ You whispered which was followed by a loud gasp as you felt the the familiar tingles shoot through your vein when you were about to fall over the edge.

“Oh? Are you gonna cum, Ms Y/L/N?” He cooed and you nodded to which he tsked quietly.

“Without my permission?” He asked but still his pace remained unforgivable.

“Mr Kim? Can I- ohgod can I p-please cum?”

“Cum for me, sweetheart.”

You don’t remember what happened next all you recall was a bunch of muffled moans filling up the room as you dirtied your boss’s hand and lap.

“There you are, are you ok?” He mumbled as he pressed a gentle kiss on your cheek to which you smiled lazily.

“Mhm, just really tired.” You felt sleepy which was not unusual, you were always out after an orgasm.

Namjoon chuckled softly as placed your panties back in place as well as your skirt, you took this as a sign to move off of his lap which was not a good idea due to the jelly feeling on your legs.

“That good?” He asked as he held you up by your waist and you blushed furiously as you smoothed down your hair.

“Tell you what, you can cancel all my appointments for the day so I can take you to my bed and make it up to you properly, deal?”

You looked up at him with wide eyes but nodded nonetheless as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

For someone who acted so intimidating, he sure was soft.

[for-ests]

Love It If We Made It: Oikawa x Reader (Part 4)

1 / 2 / 3 / mlist

sorry for such the long wait babies,, i hope you enjoy the finale :) ps i tried to edit this as best I could but im super busy pls understand 

wc: 5, 194 warnings: smut towards the end  

You could never openly admit it, but when Oikawa had suggested bringing you back to his house, you felt all your previous what-ifs and worries disappear. Without a proper acknowledgement, the memories of you and your afternoons spent in his backyard playing volleyball filled your mind the entire way back to his childhood home. It had been years, it had felt like an eternity, yet it also felt like it was yesterday. 

Oikawa’s mother hadn’t aged a day. She was just as charming and youthful as before. When she watched you walk through the front door, her neutral expression switched into one of pure astonishment. 

“Y/N?” She gasped, immediately setting down the kitchen utensils she was using to come and embrace you in a warm hug. It felt surprisingly comforting to be back in her arms. She looked the same as she had the last day you saw her. Just as beautiful and just as charming, her features clearly reflected through her only son. 

“Rina-” You smiled, wrapping your arms around her just as friendly, like you had never spent a day apart. Truthfully, you were surprised--you hadn’t expected her to recognize you. 

“How long has it been?” She gushed, pulling away to get a better look at you. “My, my… You have grown into such a beautiful young lady.” 

“Hasn’t she?” Oikawa complimented, one of his hands reaching behind his neck to scratch it sheepishly. His movements were natural, as if he had discussed your impending arrival before. 

In the corner of your eye, you noticed them share a look. A look that could be considered indecipherable, but one that you could tell was of approval. You had known them since you were a child after all. There was a probable chance that Oikawa had mentioned your name a couple days earlier. 

“What brings you back here?” 

Oikawa answered for you. “She’s managing the Karasuno volleyball team. Isn’t that great?” 

“Really?” She cooed. 

“Yeah.” You grinned. 

“I didn’t even realize until I got there! Mama, it was crazy.” Oikawa chuckled, immediately clearing his throat once he realized you were staring at him with an unabashed expression. You had always found it adorable how much respect and love Oikawa had for his mother. 

“But of course I beat her team to spite her.” 

“I’m sure you did.” Rina chuckled, shaking her head in a form of apology for his ‘childish’ behavior. One thing that would never leave a man was their inevitable craving to win. Especially one that had been working all of his life to become the best. Oikawa had always believed he wasn’t born with natural talent, yet seeing him demand the entire court’s presence during your match was enough to make you roll your eyes. He was unbelievably talented. You knew he would go far with his gift. 

“Well, can I make you something to eat?” She asked, taking a step back and gesturing to the kitchen. “Will you stay for dinner?” 

You weren’t necessarily hungry, but when you glanced at Oikawa, the look in his eyes confirmed that you should agree regardless. It was obvious that his mother was keen on making dinner for you like old times. 

“Of course.” You bowed your head slightly, grinning from ear to ear at her enthusiasm. “I would be happy to.” 

Rina clasped her hands together in delight. Even Oikawa seemed surprised to see her so excited about something as simple as dinner. Unbeknownst to them both, Oikawa’s mother was just happy to see him bring home a girl. He only had one girlfriend before, but it was obvious that they weren’t going to last long. It had been to everyone, yet deep down inside Rina knew exactly what was going through her son’s mind. He had never paid attention to a girl like the way he had with you. 

And the only thing Rina felt like she could do to help her son win your heart was to make you feel welcome in their home. She just wanted her son to be happy, and it was obvious that you could be the girl to grant her wish, one who had always been there. 

“I’ll make a lot.” She said, already shuffling through the cupboards to prepare. “I know you must be hungry, Tooru.” 

“I am,” He laughed. “Thanks Mama, we’ll be back down once dinner is ready. Just text me and we’ll come down” 

“Yes!” She cheered. “Y/N, we need to catch up, okay? Tell me about the family and everything.” 

For a moment, your heart seemed to drop down to your stomach. You wanted nothing more than to tell Rina that your family was as content as ever, that they were succeeding in their jobs, and that your brother had successfully graduated middle school. But none of that was true, that part of your life was currently in shambles, and you were piecing it back together piece by piece. 

At least you had the Oikawa’s back by your side. You felt as if they were kneeling next to you, taking a portion of your burden and taping the pieces back together in places you couldn’t reach. 

“Of course!” You replied through the best smile you could muster, which wasn’t much. 

Oikawa noticed your smile lower. In reply, he set a comforting hand on the small of your back and led you down the hallway. It was his way of reassuring you that everything was going to be okay. Though his jersey still had a distasteful stench to it, you leaned into him. 

“You don’t need to tell her about your brother if you don’t want to.” The boy whispered once the two of you were out of distance, the thick walls preventing any sound from admitting down the hall. 

“I will.” You breathed. “Eventually, because she deserves to know. She was a family friend, and so were you.” 

He nodded in reply, finally twisting the doorknob of his bedroom door. “I can’t wait to change out of these clothes!” He said louder than needed, perhaps to deflect any suspicions that his mother might have about your demeanor. Yet, what he said was suggesting enough, and you flushed with embarrassment. 

“Nice one.” You giggled, reaching your arm out and smacking his bicep lightly. You were relieved to know that his mother probably didn’t know the extent of your rekindled relationship. She probably wouldn’t suspect anything suggestive to happen. 

Yet… why did you care so much? It wasn’t like anything would happen, even if you wanted it to. 

Taking a deep breath, you heard Oikawa switch the lock behind him. 

Entering the threshold of Oikawa’s room was like you had entered a different world than what you had remembered from before. 

It wasn’t a messy room, but it was cluttered. On the wall hung framed achievements he had been awarded throughout grade school. He even had a trophy shelf. The thought put a smile on your face, relieved to find that he was still the same competitive Oikawa you had loved years before. 

You heard him shuffling through his dresser as you scanned his belongings. 

His room didn’t contain much else, just the standard bedroom accessories. His desk was stacked high with textbooks and assignments. That was what originally drew your eyes to the piece of furniture. But what you found next brought potential tears to your eyes. 

The single picture he had decided to frame was one of you. 

“Tooru…” You breathed, voice immediately faltering. Without thinking, you reached for it, desperate to hold it between your fingertips. You remembered the day it was taken. You had been so overwhelmed to start eighth grade, yet for this picture, you smiled genuinely. That was because on your right was Oikawa, and on your left was Iwaizumi. In that moment, having them by your side meant everything. They had walked you to your classroom, proud of you for being accepted into the honor roll. They were proud even if it meant you would no longer be in their class. 

“Has it been there all this time?” You asked, feeling his presence come from behind. Shivers cascaded down your spine from his proximity, yet your eyes remained on the photo. You were shocked to find it, so shocked that you had been in his memory this entire time. 

What had ever happened to the three of you? 

Life. You squeezed your eyes shut, wishing you could hold the rest of your tears in. You had already cried enough in front of him. There was no need to cry about something you couldn't change. 

“It hasn’t moved for three years.” He whispered so softly you knew it wasn’t a lie. 

Setting the frame back into its rightful place, you turned around to find Oikawa shirtless. For a moment, you were dumbfounded. But ever since Oikawa waltzed back into your life, there wasn’t an emotion he hadn’t provoked from you. 

Possible questions were racing through your mind. Why would he keep that picture framed? Had he really been missing you all this time? If your face had been in front of him this long why did he never reach out to you? 

Despite that, no words flew from your mouth. All you could do was reach out and set your arm against his chest. Observing that picture had caused your heart to soften. He had framed it, protected and cherished it. Maybe not you, but at least the memory.

Your entire body felt tender, so tender that it would be easy to admit what was on your mind. 

“Tooru-” You finally breathed, your eyes flashing across the bareness of his toned chest. You wanted to look elsewhere but your eyes were drawn to him, your brain finally processing that it was your childhood crush that the body belonged to. 

Oikawa’s hand reached up and rested against your jawline, tipping your chin up. His hands felt like ice against your burning skin. Normally he would crack a joke, possibly tease you for being so flustered. Yet, he reclaimed the silence in return. He felt the tension too, his own mind trying to picture what your body looked like underneath. 

You needed him. You were gripping onto him by this point, almost begging for him to make the first move.

“I…” Oikawa faltered, relaxing slightly from your more than eager embrace. He hesitated, searching your eyes for an answer. “I kept this picture for all these years because I loved you. It felt wrong to throw it away, even if you were gone.” 

You blushed, finally flashing your gaze away from his hypnotizing face. Your stomach flipped with butterflies under the touch of your best friend—a touch that felt familiar, yet so foreign in its unexplored way. He had never touched you like this before, so compassionate; yet laced with hunger. 

Then, as you finally processed what he had confessed, your eyes widened. “What?—” You were cut off by his lips connecting with yours, engulfing your thoughts in complete and utter bliss. For a brief moment, your eyes stayed open, and through it, all your resistance disappeared.

You melted against his towering frame, succumbing to your desires. His lips mended perfectly with yours in motions that were so passionate you could hardly focus on breathing.

You clutched onto Oikawa’s arm to steady your weakening knees. His kisses became rougher, hungrier, more intense with each passing moment. You became drunk on the lips that you had waited so long for.

“I love…” You gasped, trying to pull away and accept his confession. “I love you too.” 

“Good.” Oikawa curled his arm around your waist and pulled you onto his bed. You fell on top of him, a giggle escaping your lips. Your eyes flickered back down to his reddening lips, his position inviting you for more. But like before, Oikawa made the decision for you when his hands cupped your face and brought you towards him. 

You had years of kissing to cover. And with each movement your lips made, your emotions heightened, begging for more, begging for all of him. 

Lips refusing to disconnect, you shifted positions until you were straddling him. Oikawa groaned in response, the slightest movement from you causing him to grow hard. Instinctively, his hands moved from your face and latched onto your hips. The boy grasped them tightly, almost pawing in hopes that your clothes would fall away that easily. He wanted to take you as soon as he could, infatuated with you from day one. 

You needed him. Every fiber in your being was pulsating for the urge to become one. The way he moved his hips in response to your contact relayed that he felt the same. 

Refusing to contemplate if you should for another minute, you broke away from the kiss, saliva connecting your lips to his. Blushing, you gained a moment to breathe, cheeks tainted with evidence of your current, sinful state. You wanted more. But was now the right time? 

Staring into your mystifying eyes was enough to give Oikawa his answer. Yes, the right time was now. “She won’t hear.” He whispered. “If you can be quiet for me.” 

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. There was no way you could leave his bedroom without satisfying the sensual urge that filled every sense. You ran your hands through Oikawa’s chocolate curls, pulling him as close as you could, the make out session escalating faster than you ever would have thought. 

Crawling out from underneath you, Oikawa beckoned you to switch positions. You obediently laid on your back, trying to avert your eyes in embarrassment as the boy you loved helped you out of your shirt. As both top garments slipped off your body, you felt the lustful heat creep back into your core, stimulated by the simplest action. 

Having your chest exposed for the first time, Oikawa ravished the touch, letting his hands linger and brush against all the places you had never let him before. Even if he had always fantasized about doing so, nothing could compare to the reality. 

Feeling the hotness of Oikawa’s mouth against your breasts almost caused you to moan out loud. How were you going to keep quiet? 

“Shh…” the boy whispered against your skin, grinding his hips into your core for another distraction. He was enjoying himself as much as you were. “Be quiet.” 

The hardness in his pants ignited something deep within you. It felt heavenly, the sexual contact so foreign from his hands, something you had wished for just as hard as he had. 

But your breaths soon become muffled mewls of erotic pleasure as Oikawa bruised the sensitive spot on your neck. He moved his hands down to your thighs, rubbing softly and sensually. 

"I want to see all of you..." He groaned against your skin, pulling his head away to stare into your own lust filled eyes, searching for any sort of conformation. 

You were flustered, pressed entirely against his chest as he continued to play with your body. How could you say no? That’s what was racing through your mind as his hands snaked down your sides and over your panties. Before you could process his actions, you felt his fingers against your clit, fingers rubbing in soft, slow circles. 

"T-Tooru..." You pleaded in short quick whimpers, not wanting him to stop grinding against the incredibly sensitive spot. No boy had ever teased you like this, with such tenderness and care. 

Confidence surged through your veins at his touch, exciting you and sending waves of passion across your body. With the newfound feeling, you decided to please him back, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his face into your exposed chest. 

"I want you inside me..."You whimpered, grinding against his fingers to display just how badly you were wishing. 

"Fuck.. Y/N... don't say that..." Oikawa grunted, grasping hold of your chin to bring your lips back together with his. 

Despite the heated tongue locking, Oikawa continued to massage between your thighs, trailing under your shorts and past your underwear, until he quickly inserted them. You moaned loudly, tears gathering on your eyelids from how blissful it felt. "P-please..." You whined, gripping onto his shoulders as your clit pulsed with heat. 

The boy’s body was trembling just as much, the nerves finally setting in. All Oikawa wanted to do was please you, he wanted to do such a wonderful job that you were unable to think of anyone else. Though, no matter what happened, you would always think he was handsome, especially how apparent he made his emotions known, the sexual and the physical, his own composure coming undone against you. 

Moving your hands forward, you touched his toned chest, your fingers exploring and caressing every muscle you could get your hands on. Oikawa relaxed at the desperation laced within your actions, his breathing faltering for a moment before he grabbed your hands and forced them against bed. 

You stared deeply into his eyes, him doing the same. Take me. You pleaded silently.  Do it before it’s too late. 

The boy pinned you down, hovering over on one knee, not wasting another second to finally slide your panties down your legs until you were completely naked. You threw your head back at the contact of his hands caressing your breasts. 

"You're so beautiful." Oikawa whispered huskily. Astounded, he pulled away his boxers, revealing his own assets. Before you could fully take in his length, you felt his cock poke against your entrance. Bucking your hips in response, your movements caused your breasts to brush against his abs. The feeling of skin on skin was almost enough to push Oikawa over the edge, his member twitching in desperation. He had never felt like this before, utterly shocked by his devouring nature. 

He loved you. Oikawa couldn’t fight the attraction any longer. Now, there was no turning back. He had already resisted his entire life, waiting for the right moment until he was sure you could fully become his. He had put everything before you, yet now he wanted to put you first. 

Without another second to pass, Oikawa abruptly pulled your naked body to the edge of the bed and smiled down at your flustered cheeks. All this for him. No matter what had happened in the time you were apart, he still loved you the same. 

Though every subconscious thought throughout his teenage years had undoubtedly prepared him for this moment, he was still awestruck. Oikawa never could have guessed that he would have been in love with the same girl for his entire life, in love with you. 

“Tooru…” You whimpered, tone evidently conveying embarrassment. 

Despite the heat that pulsated between you and him, your legs unconsciously clasped back together at the sight of him, something you weren’t sure you could handle. What if you couldn’t please him? Everything you had ever wanted to do to him suddenly became a distant memory. You were frightened that he wouldn’t love you like he claimed afterwards. Exactly what had happened in your past relationship. 

"Are you okay?" Oikawa called out soothingly, even though deep inside he was embarrassed by your reaction. His cold fingers pried your legs back open so he could touch you lovingly, tenderly. He only wanted to appreciate you and everything you had done for him. 

“Yeah… “You nodded, wanting him to continue. Your thoughts were running ramped, wishing you could pour every emotion you had ever felt with him into this moment. You were going to move on from your past love, you were going to become a woman with the man you had always dreamt about. 

Oikawa kissed your inner thighs, leaving long and lingering sucks that made you squirm with pleasure.... It felt so nice but you refused to let out more than gasps, refusing to reveal your intentions to his mother, a woman you had known your entire life. 

Well, that was until the boy stuck his tongue inside of you.  

You gripped the sheets in panic, never imagining how incredible the feeling could be. "Oh my god..." You whimpered, throwing your head back at the sensation. 

Oikawa was simulated by your sounds, due to the speed his tongue licked and massaged against your clit. You grabbed his hair and pushed his face down harder, completely satisfied with how it felt.  Yet you couldn’t stop with just this-- you needed more. You needed all of him. All your worries faded into the background noise along with the crinkling sheets and low groan of your lover’s baritone. 

You closed your eyes for a moment, only feeling, only touching, only relishing in him. Your mind was filled with his bliss, his passion, his love. 

"Make love with me..." You panted, eyes pleading for the high only he could give you.  

Oikawa gazed down at your expression, his voice shaking from the pleasure. "Are you sure?" He didn't want to follow through with something you might regret, with something he could tell you had already regretted from the past with another boy. 

"Just do it." You moaned at the feeling of your region dripping from a mixture of your cum and his saliva. And at that moment, it was the first time you and Oikawa came together as one. 

"Tooru!" You cried softly, gasping in pain as his length penetrated your most sensitive spot. "Shit..." You cursed, squeezing his biceps for support as he slid deep into your throbbing cunt. 

Through desperation of a high, you pulled him closer, desperate to hold onto something to ease the pain of his gigantic shaft, burying your face into the crook of his neck. At your moans, Oikawa thrusted deeper, relishing in the sensation of your walls tightening around him. He couldn’t seem to catch his breath,  feeling on top of the world, feeling like he was in the dream he had always wanted to be in. 

"Y/N..." He whispered your name in a strained voice, the veins in his neck popping out. 

“Tooru…” Your breasts bounced up and down from his sensual movements, his ravishing desire  threatened to push you over the edge. Allowing yourself to be consumed by it, you could hardly feel him paw at your chest, tilting your head back as your body became limp. 

"Say my name again..."Oikawa groaned, his thrusts sliding deeper and his breath becoming heavier. "Nobody will hear you but me baby..." 

Oikawa shoved himself farther, and tears of pain and pleasure streamed down your face. You were so flustered that you couldn't seem to focus on anything except the sound of his skin slapping against yours, suddenly paranoid that his mother might hear. 

Praying that the door remained locked, you focused entirely on the moment you had been granted with your new boyfriend. All your fantasies were unfolding and you wanted to relish in them to their fullest extent. No more thinking about the past, he loved you the same, his consummation confirming as much. 

Oikawa slid out and back in, and with one swift motion you felt your body convulse. "Ah!" You gasped, nails digging into his bulging arms wildly. "Tooru... Fuck!" 

"Yeah..." Oikawa moaned, leaning down and resting his head in the crook of your neck. "Just like that baby..." He mumbled, the nickname sounding so dirty upon his lips. 

"Tooru...” you repeated his name as if it was a dream, as if he might leave you at any moment. “I love you…” You choked out between gasps, the pleasurable feeling building stronger and stronger below your abdomen. You couldn’t take the heat any longer, especially as he called you baby. “I’m gonna cum…” 

"Cum on me..." He groaned, knowing that it barely took anything to make you so weak and submissive to his touch. 

You moaned loudly, squeezing onto Oikawa with all your might as you released yourself onto his thick cock. "Oh my god..." You whined, the pressure finally fading away so you could catch your breath, despite your climax Oikawa refused to stop.

He wasn’t finished with you yet. 

"Fuck." He moaned, his forehead beating with sweat. "Keep moaning my name, I'll make you cum again." 

"T-Tooru..." You drew him closer, bodies moving together in sync. 

Your face displayed the sexiest, most alluring expression he had ever seen. Oikawa was breathless as he pumped in and out of you. He grit his teeth as the indulgence became unbearable, your walls contracting all around him.  

Oikawa loved you... he was lost in your beauty. He wanted to marry you, he wanted you all for himself. Was this what love felt like? He could really get used to it...

"P-Please..!" Your moans snapped him back fully. You were scratching his skin, wanting to burst at the feeling he gave you. "Tooru..." You bit your lip, gripping his wrists as he reached forward to pinch your nipples. 

Your breath hitched and you locked eyes for the final moment, you felt him twitch inside of you, his thrusts becoming sloppier and sloppier. Your eyes widened, your back arching against the bed as you climaxed together. "Pull out!" You begged. 

You didn’t want the penetration to end, but Oikawa pulled out at the last possible second, moaning as he coated your breasts with his cum. 

"Fuck..." He drawled, watching your chest rise and fall slowly. 

After finishing himself off, he collapsed on the bed right next to you, eyes closed, but a faint smile on your face. 

He leaned over to kiss you gently. You were trembling, but kissed him back just as passionately as the first. "That was amazing..." 

Oikawa exhaled in agreement, wishing this moment would never end. He almost forgot about everything that had happened. He really was lost in you. 

"Will you help me? It's dripping..." You whispered, wiping the liquid off your breasts with a tissue. Oikawa immediately shot up from the bed to hold you, cheeks red with embarrassment. "I'm sorry..." He muttered, refusing to look you in the eyes as he wiped himself off of you. 

"It's okay..." You  giggled, kissing his cheek. "I loved it." 

Loved. Oikawa’s heart began to beat faster, at this rate he could go for a second round. 

You glanced at your clothes scattered around the room. "Was it supposed to be that good? I never imagined sex could be that good..."

"So I'm that great huh?" Oikawa teased, slipping his hands around your waist and dragging you back onto his lap. The repeated skin on skin contact caused your heart to flutter once again. 

"The best I've ever had." You raised your eyebrows, scrunching your nose in response to the lighthearted chuckle that left his lips.  

"But in all seriousness." He touched your face lovingly, and you instinctively leaned into the touch, grinning at him with flustered cheeks. "I think it's because we are made for each other." 

Your eyes glistened with faint tears at the confession, a confession that would never be topped by another, that would resonate with your heart and soul for the rest of your life. Oikawa, your first and your last love. 

"Me too."

After a couple more minutes of lazy kisses and playful wrestling, Oikawa slipped back into his clothes and retreated to the bathroom. Eyes trailing his stalking frame, you smiled. 

Oikawa was finally yours, the one thing your heart had been craving your years. Now, the split through your heart was starting to mend. His touch alone, romantic or friendly, was enough. 

Your boyfriend came back into the room, laughing. “You might want to fix your hair before we have dinner with my mom.” 

Immediately flustered, you finished changing back into your outfit, straightening out any possible wrinkle that could indicate the passion that had just unfolded. You brushed through your hair with your fingers and applied some chapstick. All the while, Oikawa watched you from a distance, admiring the thought you put into your appearance for his family whether it was out of embarrassment or not. 

You had always cared about him. 

“You look great, there’s no need to worry.” Oikawa took hold of your hands, pulling you into his chest so he could envelop you in a bone crushing hug. 

“Thank you…” You chuckled, squeezing him even tighter in response. “It feels good to finally admit how much I love you.” 

Surely there would be moments where you would reflect on the past, yet, the turmoil was no longer at the forefront of your mind. 

Your previous suffering was all worth it in the end now that you had found your happiness. A happiness that you knew would last a lifetime. 

“Me too, Y/N.” 

You had made it. 

“Hi, Haru.” Your voice seemed loud as it contrasted against the silence of the graveyard. It was a chilly evening, yet Oikawa’s warmth enveloped your senses. You had never come to your brother’s grave with another. It never felt right to have someone intrude on the brief moments you would come to visit, where you would update him in hopes that he was watching your life unfold from above. Haru had been taken from the world far too soon, and now you were finally starting to come to terms with his passing, almost three years later. 

Staring at his headstone would never not break your heart in two. No matter how hard you tried, you would never forget his youthful face, a face that never held animosity towards anything. It wasn’t fair, it would never be fair. 

No child should die before their parents. 

But now you had Oikawa by your side, the thought of talking over your younger brother’s corpse was bearable. Oikawa insisted that he help carry your burden, washing away your regrets and instead encouraging you to think of the future Haru would have wished for. 

“You remember Tooru, don’t you?” You chuckled. “He misses you too.” 

Oikawa stood next to you, grasping your hand for support. He really didn’t want to watch you cry, yet he realized it might happen. Over the years he had only watched you cry a handful of times, you were normally so strong. 

“Haru,” You started, feeling Oikawa’s thumb over the ring on your finger. You smiled, using your free hand to wipe the tears gathering at your eyelids. “Tooru and I are getting married next month.” 

“I hope you approve.” Oikawa whispered, releasing your hand with a saddening smile. 

“Of course he does.” You managed to laugh. “I mean…He better. You always let him play with you and your friends.” 

Oikawa stepped forward and knelt to set a bouquet of flowers against the headstone. “I wish you could be here, kid.” 

Your fiance came back to your side and kissed your cheek. The hope that Haru was watching over you and Oikawa was enough to give you the courage to move forward. Another gust of wind rustled the trees above you, and through the commotion, came a bird to perch against Haru’s headstone. 

Your fiance grasped your hand once more and pulled you away from the grave. “I love you, and so does Haru.”

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The Prettiest | Han Jisung

Genre: Fluff

Summary: “Well what about me, am I pretty?”

Word Count: 1.3K

"You really weren’t kidding when you said you were an animation lover huh," Jisung chuckled at your high tensioned state as you took out the ‘How To Train Your Dragon’ CD from the drawer that housed your movie collection. “So far, you’ve picked nothing but animated films for all our movie nights.”

"Don’t try and pretend like you aren’t just as obsessed with animations as I am." You stuck your tongue out at him, placing your arms on your hips in fake annoyance when he did the same.

After inserting the disc into the CD player, you lifted the thin blanket up and excitedly plopped yourself down onto the small but comfortable couch, draping the blanket snuggly around both your figures before cuddling up to Jisung.

The two of you had been dating for around a month now and Jisung couldn't have felt happier. He was completely enamored with you. Granted, it did get a little overwhelming at times how everything that you did filled his heart to the brim with love. The feeling got so strong sometimes that he was sure that one of these days, his heart is going to burst. Even now as the two of you participated in this newfound tradition in your dingy apartment, he knew that he wouldn't trade this moment for the world. 

Jisung considered it a privilege to be able to witness that sparkle in your eyes as you watched one of your favourite films, silently mouthing along to the words at certain scenes, unable to fully contain your excitement but not wanting to be annoying. He wasn't sure how it was possible but you somehow managed to look even more ethereal than usual with the light of the television casting a soft and somewhat nostalgic glow onto you, emphasising the tears that were streaming down your cheeks. 

Wait a second. 

Taking a quick side glance towards the TV screen, his worry doubled down when he realised that there wasn't a sad scene playing. In fact, it was one of the most adrenaline filled moments of the movie in which Hiccup took Toothless on their first proper test drive. 

“Baby, why are you crying!” Jisung’s warm hands flew up to cup your face as clumsy and hurried fingers brushed themselves across your cheeks, his concerned eyes staring right into your teary ones. 

His sudden outburst had caused you to jolt up a little from surprise but you quickly realised what he was referring to. You had tried to suppress the giggle that you felt climbing up your throat but alas, as you stared at Jisung’s alarmed face, you couldn’t help but burst into laughter. 

You were extremely touched by how distressed he was at the sight of your tears but it just meant that he still had a lot to learn about you. 

“Why do you look like you’re about to cry too?” You pouted at Jisung before mimicking his actions and placing your hands on his soft, chubby cheeks, squishing them lightly to reassure him that everything was alright. “I’m fine Ji, I just get emotional over pretty things really easily.”

"Wait I think I'm missing something, how is this part considered pretty?" Jisung immediately knew that he had accidently opened up a whole can of worms when you let out an exaggerated gasp, placing your hands on your chest in mock offence. 

"How can you say that, don't you realise how beautiful this scene is?!" You said while shaking Jisung's shoulders. 

"This is the major turning point in their friendship! The moment where Hiccup throws away his cheat sheet is also the moment that both of them become one. It shows how they both have to put their lives on the line while trusting each other and through that, an incredible bond is formed. This is symbolic in the music too. So far, we've only ever heard Hiccup and Toothless's themes playing separately but in this scene, their leitmotifs meld together to create a new tune, their tune! How incredible is that? John Powell is an absolute genius, he also did this for-" 

Looking at your hands that you realised had been flying everywhere in wild gestures, you quietened down, sinking into the couch in embarrassment. 

"I was rambling wasn't I..." You could feel your cheeks heating up, heart still racing from the adrenaline you felt when talking about something you were passionate towards.

"You truly are a literature student through and through." Cooing at your reddened cheeks, Jisung pulled you into a soft but firm hug.

"Don't be embarrassed, I love your rambles even if I have no clue what you’re talking about half the time." You smiled into his chest, those words that he uttered meaning more to you than he could ever imagine. "But just to confirm, you really were crying about the movie right? You know that you can tell me anything."

"Yes, you adorable squirrel, it's because of the movie. And yes I know, you can confide in me about anything too." 

You were taking silent notice of the way you fit perfectly in his arms when he had abruptly pulled away, hands holding your shoulders at arms length as a cheeky smile spread itself across his face. 

“Well what about me, am I pretty?”  

You knew that he wasn’t asking it as a serious question but you couldn’t stop yourself from feeling a rush of affection towards the boy that sat next to you. Even though the two of you hadn't exactly been dating for a really long time, there's no doubt in your mind that you were absolutely smitten. 

You had never felt more safe than when you are his presence. He always makes the effort to reassure you of his love for you, never once complaining when you opened up to him about your insecurities. You had to admit that he was extremely dramatic at times but that was part of his charms, and you always ended up laughing at his jokes no matter how bad they were anyways. 

During the mornings when he had decided to sleep over the night before, you would spend your time admiring him, occasionally running your fingers down the slope of his nose or the apples of his cheeks with feather-light touches, still a little shocked that you were lucky enough to have found someone like Jisung. 

And in this moment, he looked so soft with his messy brown locks and baby blue hoodie, eyes shining brightly with mirth that you couldn’t help but kiss him. He was a little taken aback by your sudden act of affection but quickly reacted once his mind had finally processed your lips on his. Jisung’s hands slowly slipped from your cheeks and slid down your body, stopping at your waist as he tried to pull you closer to him. 

You weren’t sure how long the two of you stayed in that position, lips moving in perfect sync as you felt your heart explode with love. And although you wouldn’t have minded staying in that position for the rest of your life, your body demanded that you tear yourself away from him and get some oxygen into your system before you pass out. 

“The prettiest that I’ve ever seen in my life,” you answered without hesitation, smiling at him tenderly as your thumbs caressed his cheeks, still unable to pull away from him completely. 

“Ahh what’s with that cheesy answer,” a red blush crept up his ears as he looked down to where his hands rested on your waist, suddenly feeling too shy to make eye contact with you. 

You laughed at how sheepish he got from your words, intertwining your hand with his before cuddling into his side. You had missed out on a portion of the film but you couldn’t care less, not when you were finally happier in reality than fiction for once. Besides, you've watched the movie enough times to remember what was supposed to happen. 

And as the both of you cozied up together and focused your attention back to what was happening on screen, you smiled into Jisung’s hoodie, unabashedly soaking up his warmth.

[amarabliss]

Galahdian Dreams (Nyx Ulric/Reader)

It’s Valentine’s Day and I have a whole new story in my head about Nyx…but I refuse to write it right now cause I want to finish Oaths and Hearts… so I will indulge a little for the sake of V-Day…

Synopsis: Your father was the king of Insomnia. He was good and just. You never thought you’d meet anyone like him after he was taken from the world. You Uncle Regis, has taken the throne and followed through on your father’s plans. It was good to see the city in capable hands. Enter Nyx Ulric, refugee, Glaive, fighter…how is it he can see all your secrets? He knows how to set you off and he’s promised to not let you go…(AU for sure, Regis wasn’t supposed to take the throne, and our lovely Nyx has more of a past then we thought…)

WARNING: Be aware, this may be triggering for those who deal with thoughts of suicide. If you need help please reach out. I love you, and no I will not let you go.

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline

1-800-273-8255

“You will escort my niece from this point on. Do you understand, Nyx Ulric?” King Regis held his gaze at the young man before. 

Nyx’s eyes shifted just for a moment toward the former princess of Insomnia. She looked so sad and something in him stirred. He knew exactly how she felt in that moment. 

Her home was no longer her’s. Forced to change in order to survive. Orphaned…

“Of course, your Majesty. I will do as you command.” Nyx planted his hand over his heart and bowed.

“Good…it is important for a bodyguard to understand his charge. Y/N,” Regis turned to you placing a hand on your arm, “this is for the best, I hope you will cooperate so he may do his job properly.”

“Yes uncle…of course.” You spoke quietly before glancing at this Glaive, “I appreciate everything you’re doing…under the circumstances…”

“I wish I could have done more…Your father was a great king and you mother a loving queen…I know they would have done the same had they ever been in the position I am in now.” Regis sighed his features softening, “I do this because I love you…and I do not want the same fate to befall you. It is only by the Six you were not in that caravan…”

“I won’t trouble you, I promise.” You stared into his eyes as you forced a smile, but your eyes were cold and distant, “I will do what is necessary…your Majesty…”

Nyx eyes widen slightly as you turned stepping away from Regis. He’d never seen anyone just leave the King’s presence before without being dismissed. Granted he and his people had only been filtering into the city within the last year, thanks to Regis’ extended hand of help, so his knowledge of Insomnian royal protocol was next to none.

“Uh…” Nyx glanced at you as you passed him. He cleared his throat bowing to Regis, “Your Majesty…”

“Go with your charge Glaive…keep her safe.”  Regis’ eyes met Nyx’s directly as if to serve as a warning.

Nyx nodded once before turning briskly. He ran to catch up with you. He didn’t miss how you looked at him slightly irked by him placing an arm out to stop you, “Ma’am, I will go first.”

“As you see fit.” You took in a breath clenching your fists for a second.

He waved you out when he cleared the hallway and began following you down the many corridors, “Ma’am?”

“Yes?” You didn’t stop or look at him even for a second as he spoke to you.

“It would be a great benefit to know our destination.” He told you quickly, “So I can be better prepared…”

“You have nothing to worry about…” You looked at him finally pushing open a glass door, “We’re here.”

He hadn’t been to this part of the citadel before and he felt his mouth drop slightly as warm humid heat hit his face. A wide open greenhouse lay out before him. Colors of every kind sparkled from the flowers and leaves. It was winter in Insomnia, and this was…

“Are you going to stand there all day and gawk?” He looked over at you as you took off your cape hanging it up near some tools, “Or are you going to come in?”

“Forgive me ma’am…it…” He stopped as he shut the door to keep the heat inside.

“It what?” You asked as you tied an apron around you waist.

“Uh…” He tilted his head a little before he answered, “It reminds me of home, ma’am…”

You looked at him eyes flashing a little, “Like…Galahd?”

“Yes ma’am.”  He nodded stepping in slowly.

“Hm…my father would bring back specimens from all his trips…” You spoke softly as you pulled on a glove, “Perhaps there is some piece of Galahd here…you’re welcome to look.”

“Thank you…ma’am.” Your eyes met his for the first time. He swallowed a little unsure of how to proceed.

Finally, you walked up to him holding out your ungloved hand, “I have a name…it’s certainly not ma’am…Y/N  Lucis Caelum.”

He took your hand in his noting the softness of your skin, “Nyx Ulric.”

“Hm…” You shook his hand before letting it go, “Do you know plants?”

“Know? Uh, not particularly. No.” He shook his head as you walked back grabbing a watering can and a small handled carrier holding tools.

“Shame…I fear you’re going to be very bored.” You smiled, genuinely, and Nyx felt blessed to see it because it was lovely. Even if it did only last for a second.

“I learn fast…if it matters.” He sprinted to catch up with you as you walked through the garden, “I have a friend and we did know a thing or two about hops…”

“Hops? As in beer making?” You looked at him quzzically.

“Yes, ma’am…best brew of the capital…” He smiled and it slowly faded, “Well it was…”

You stopped and stared at him for a moment. You looked as if you had a thousand conversations you wanted to speak but not a single word made it past your lips. He could see such a strong wall behind your eyes. He understood it…

“Libertus had the green thumb.” He finally said to break the awkward tension, “I was more the face…”

“Ah…I see…” You nodded slowly turning from him silence falling again as you watered some plants. He shifted on the balls of his feet looking around the area. It was beautiful here and so unlike the rest of Insomnia. Here things felt alive.

“You can ask your questions if you like.” Your voice drew him back to the task at hand. You glanced over your shoulder, “But don’t expect it to be one sided.”

“…what happened?” He asked you seriously. A small breeze made the leaves sound like a wave as he watched you stand up stiffly.

You looked at him nose reddening from suppressed tears, “They were coming home from talks with…I think Lestallum…I don’t really remember…and a Nif hit squad bombed the caravan…”

“Why weren’t you with them?” He watched as it became a struggle to speak, “Y/N…why weren’t you with them? The Royal Family is supposed to travel together at all times…”

You took in a sharp breath, “…it was my birthday…and I stayed behind here with a friend and couple guards…I just….”

“You don’t have to say anymore…” Nyx took a step forward, “I understand.”

“Do you?” You looked up to his face an anger coming to your eyes.

“Yes…” He spoke straight faced, “You’re not the only one who’s lost people because of the Empire…you’re not the only one who’s lost a home because of it either…”

He watched as you took a step back looking at the ground, “This place…it’s all I have of my father anymore…He wasn’t a man who liked things.”

You went on taking off your glove before reaching out touch the leaves of a plant, “He liked to leave things behind…he wanted things to grow…”

“I’ve heard he was a kind king, that it was actually his idea to open the borders to us, Galahdians…” Nyx told you quietly, “I probably owe him my life, so it’s only fitting I protect yours.”

“For what it’s worth…” You whispered shutting your eyes, “which isn’t much anymore…”

“Whoa…” You looked at him as concern fell over his features, “Let’s make one thing clear, all life is sacred and created equally…Y/N, you’re not…”

“I’m tired…” You turned from him throwing the gloves in the box you carried as you walked away.

He stood there watching you for a moment before he followed you. Warning signs began signalling in his mind as he followed you all the way to your room. He stepped in clearing the room as his thoughts raced.

“All clear.” He stopped in front of you as you held the door.

“Thank you, you can go.” You waved for him to leave.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that ma’am.” Your eyes widened. Good you could still be surprised.

“Everything is clear…I don’t need your assistance any longer.” You told him quickly.

“No ma’am, there is a clear danger present.” Nyx stepped up to you leaning into your face becoming very serious, “I promised to protect you, that means even from yourself.”

You looked away from him shaking your head, “I have no intention…”

“Say it to my face.” His eyes narrowed in for the kill, “If you really mean it…say it to my face.”

The same emotional tells from before. Cold distant eyes full of a hurricane of self loathing. He knew that storm well, weathered it from time to time still himself, “I…”

“So…what…the plan was get a guard…a good one…” He reached up for the door pushing it closed, “Try to get them relaxed…disinterested in your hobbies…come back here…”

He moved across the room scanning everything until your eyes flickered toward the bookshelf. He walked over reaching for a decorated box as you spoke, “You have no right!”

He glared at you holding up the box from your reach. He turned reaching inside pulling out a pill bottle…one of many… He turned back clenching his jaw, “Well here…”

He shoved the box into your hands roughly making a few of the bottles fall out as he spoke, “You can do it, but I’m going to be right here to save you.”

Tears welled up into your eyes as your face reddened, “You don’t even know me!”

“I don’t need to know you to know that you’re hurting!” He shouted back at you, “I don’t need to know you to want to keep you safe!”

You let out a scream throwing the box at him. He shielding his head with is arm only lowering it when you looked him in the eye, “Get out!”

“No.” He flexed his hands as he shook his head, “I’m not going to leave you like this.”

“I don’t want you here!” You came up to pounding your fist into his chest, “Leave!”

“I won’t.” Six, he knew this pain. He knew this process and he wished someone had been there with him, “I won’t ever leave you like this.”

You screamed as tears pooled down your face. A years worth of holding it all in coming out all at once. You pushed him, punched him, and he just stood there until you couldn’t stand anymore. 

His arms wrapped around you as he helped you to the floor. You cried into his chest, wails of loss, of resentment and shame. He sighed rubbing your back slowly trying to help you find a steady breathing pattern again.

“Your ladyship!” Guards burst into the room no doubt alarmed by the commotion from a moment ago.

Nyx looked at them shielding you from the world as he pledged he would, “We’re fine here…”