#ah lads i will start bawling

[renee-writer]

The Contractor Chapter Two Halfway

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A dress, heels, and a bit of makeup. She called Marsali and inquired after Fergus.

 

“He is quite bawl, settling in well. I promise Dr. Beauchamp, to call you if there is any cause for concern.”

 

“Thank you. I will be by to see him in the morning.”

 

Maybe  she can unclench a bit. Fergus is in a safe place, well seen to.  She is his mama on record. He is no longer Baby Doe, but Fergus Henry Beauchamp. She breaths out and re-checks herself in the mirror.  Just as the musical note of the Airbnb’s doorbell rings out.

 

She opens it up and finds her contractor, holding a bottle of whiskey. “Dr. Beauchamp, a wee welcome to Scotland present.” He presents it with a bow. Despite herself, she is charmed.

 

“Why thank you Mr. Fraser.” She takes it. “I would think it would be Scotch.”

 

He laughs and she finds herself smiling. “Och Nae, scotch is well and good but in the Highlands of Scotland, whiskey is king.”

 

She sets it down on a table by her front door. “Shall we?”

 

He nods and she steps out, joining him. She finds that he smells good. Really good. She forces herself not to lean in and breath him in. Instead she follows him out to his truck.

 

“Sorry, my sister has the family car. She has a football practice to take my nephew to. So, my truck it is.”

 

A family man, she wasn’t expecting that. Nor his manners, the way he came around and opened the door for her, offering his hand to help her up. She climbs in and clicks her belt. He is soon beside her.

 

“A sister, any brothers?”

 

He grins as he starts the truck. “Aye, the baby, William. Myself and Jenny were fifteen and ten, respectively, when he came. Quite a shock. What about you?”

 

“Nope, just me. It was just myself and my Uncle Lamb. I lost my parents when I was five.” She can speak of it without tears now.

 

“I am so sorry.” He places his hand on hers for a second before moving it back to the steering wheel.

 

“Thank you. I imagine I might have had siblings if they hadn’t … But I am a mama, adopting a little boy, Fergus.”

 

She sees him smile as he makes a right turn. “Fergus, that is a strong Scottish name. Is he Scottish?”

 

“I really don’t know.” She tells him the story of how he came to get his name.

 

“How extraordinary. The lad kens who he is and who his mam is.”

 

She lights up. “That is true, isn’t it?”

 

“Aye, we are almost there. This restaurant is the best in all of Scotland.”

 

“High praise.”

 

“Well deserved. Glenda Fitz insists that only the best is served.” He pulls up to a sweet little building. It, like all of the Highlights she has seen so far, fits perfectly into the surrounding countryside. He hurries around to open her door. Taken her hand again, he helps her down. They walk in together. The sign says ‘ Mrs. Fitz’s’

 

“Jamie, I saw your name on the reservations.” She is plumb and sweet faced. Her smile lights up her face and all around her.

 

“Glenda, meet Dr. Claire Beauchamp. She has inherited the old Mackenzie estate.”

 

“You are her contractor, I assume?” she states as she turns to face her. “Welcome Dr. Beauchamp.”

 

“Thank you Mrs. Fitz. Mr. Fraser says you have the best restaurant in the Highlands.”

 

She, if possible, glows more. “Och, Jamie is a flatterer but, in this case, he is right. Come, you two, I have the best table set aside for you.”

 

They follow her and Jamie pulls out her seat. She sits and he slips in across from her. A wooden table, shined so she can see herself in. A vase full of bluebells, sits in the center.

 

“It is beautiful.” Claire gushes.

 

“Thank you lass. I will give you two a moment and then send Laoghaire to take your order.”

 

“Ah she is back, is she?”

 

“Aye, and insisted on your table when I told her you were coming this evening.” She winks and walks away.

 

“Laoghaire?” Claire inquires when she leaves them.

 

“Glenda’s granddaughter. She has been to university. Comes back in breaks. She was raised her.”

 

“Seems like there is a history there.”

 

He grins. “Jealous?” She blushes.

 

“Of what? Come Mr. Fraser, this date is just to sooth your honor and to maybe make a better impression so we can revisit the idea of me staying there while you do, what I am sure is to be, excellent work.”

 

“Flattery will only get you so far Sassanach.”

 

Before she can respond to the supposed insult, a young blonde thing is at his side.

 

“Jamie! So nice to see you again. Who is you mate?” she emphasizes the last word.

 

“Laoghaire, meet Dr. Claire Beauchamp. She is the new owner of the Mackenzie place.”

 

“Oh then you have your work cut out for you Jamie. Oh, nice to meet you Dr. Beauchamp.” She offers her hand while keeping one on his shoulder. She takes it, keeping her eyes, and squeezes.

 

“That we do. Let’s  start out with some tea.”

 

“Right away.” She gives him a smile before slipping away. 

 

“She is quite friendly to you.”

 

“I have known the lass since she was a wean. She has a crush on me but, is way to familiar, almost family. Then there is her age.”

 

“I was just saying…”

 

“I ken Sassanach.”

 

“That word again. Isn’t it a smear?” Her whiskey colored eyes meet his.

 

“Not in this case. Just a term of ah, well a kind of nickname. I can return to Dr. Beauchamp or Claire?”

 

“Sassanach is fine.”

 

After ordering and settling in to eat, they return to the topic of the renovation.

 

“Why not? I promise to stay out of the way?”

 

“It isn’t your Interference, that is the main concern. Your house has sat empty for a long time. It has mold and mildew throughout. Some of the floors will need shored up. It is dangerous Sassanach. Until we get some things done, it isn’t fit for you to spend a lot of time in.”

 

“What about you? You and your crew will be spending a ton of time there, right?”

 

“Och, we will but, we ken what we are doing. We will wear protective gear. We ken how to watch our steps. How to get rid of the critters that have made it their home.”

 

She recalls the raccoons and shudders. “Those raccoons are a bit scary.” She admits.

 

“They probably aren’t the only ones. There is probably snakes, spiders, rats, and other such vermin.”

 

“Rats!” She whisper screams. He nods, “Alright, you win. But I wish to move in as soon as I can.”

 

“Aye Sassanach, as you wish.”

 

“This is very good.” She says about the food.

 

“Aye. It is.” They finish eating. He pays the bill and hugs Glenda and Laoghaire. He escorts her back to his truck.

[jaeminscoffee]

Drapetomania.

Drapetomania- An overwhelming urge to run away.

Pairing- Lee Taeyong x reader.

Genre- Angst, business!au

Word count- 2.73k

Warning- Mention of intake of alcohol, smoking and plans of running away.

Summary- A friend as good as ready to run away with you but you stop him dead in track, wanting solitude away from the cruelty of your world.

Ever felt like wanting to turn a blind eye towards all your responsibilities and just run away? 

The night was cold, gusty winds blowing through the open curtain of the ball room. Sounds of wine and whiskey glasses clattering filled the air. Sniffs of all sorts of cuisines from around the world had everyone's mouth watering. The entrance to the room leading up to the podium had a crimson carpet taut. All dressed fancy, women in gowns, men in tux. 

You yourself adorned a glitter black red flowing gown. Elegantly falling off your shoulder. The dress starting black, fading into red paired with a black bow heels, which was hidden by your gown pleats.

This was your life as the next head of your enterprise. Well, your father's company to be precise. It wasn't bad living in a world full of business talks, money exchange and complacency. 

Your company has earned its name as one of the top three of your country, alongside the Lee and Kim enterprises. The competition between all three companies was cut throat. All united and tranquil though, amidst all sorts of competition and the want to win, you were all acquaintances. 

All your parents dated a long time back, starting from their ancestors, passing through generations now passing onto you.

Business ran in all of your blood. 

As soon as you'd received your masters degree, your parents had immediately given you the post of the assistant manager at their company, not giving you a chance to state what your interests lie in. 

It wasn't half as bad as you'd thought it would be. You made a couple of friends going through the same as you, Lee Taeyong from the Lee Enterprise. Kim Doyoung and his younger brother Kim Jungwoo, from the Kim Corporations. Lastly, Jung Jaehyun from Jung Entertainments, CEO in training, a current partner and your fiancé. 

Yes, the Jung's and your family decided to merge ownership to create a much stronger stake.

This world, as lavish it sounds, snatches all types of freedom from you. Having money doesn't sound that bad, right? Having power sounds great, doesn't it? 

Well, it really isn't, you didn't get to enjoy the adult life you'd hoped for growing up. Not many stay beside you until you spend dollars on them either. The power either scared them or had their jealousy drive them away from you. 

Responsibilities came in one by one as a chain, giving you little to no time to breathe, adding onto that your wedding in a few months. You tried talking your way out of the arranged relationship, but it was futile. It was set once then it's set. No more turning points from there. 

The lad you're getting tied to wasn't bad, neither had he been rude to you, nor does he have that cockiness almost every other business man has. The arrogance was absent too. But rather, he was a gentleman, an absolute eye candy, a hard working young man. You were friends, as previously mentioned. You'd spoken the next day after the arrangement as you'd ran straight to the closest of your friends, Lee Taeyong, to bawl your eyes out of distaste. 

Jaehyun didn't want the marriage either, both of you were still so young, just starting your lives. 

Taeyong had to go through the same, but unlike your parents, they actually listened to him. 

That leads you to today, standing by the casement of your hotel room after exchanging a few formal greetings by the party hall, having Taeyong sit by the bed as your parents made their ments about the future of the company, possibly even announcing your marriage plan. 

"You know this hotel has a huge smoking prohibited board outside right?" Taeyong asked, clearing the air, coughing, watching you take swig after swig of your half burnt cigarette. You laugh at your friends' talks and silent complaints. This was the real you, you back talked, you screamed, you spent money on buying graphic t-shirts rather fancy clothes, you smoked, clubbed on the weekends. The real you was totally in contrast to you in front of the others. You were expected to be perfect, mannerisms on point not to disobey even.

"Yeah? And?" you said, puffing out the tobacco filled air right onto Taeyong's face, chuckling as he dramatically starts choking, exaggerating it a bit too much than required.

"I'm not going to help you when you get arrested," He said, shrugging his shoulders, standing up from the edge of the bed and standing beside you, taking the stick out of your hands, throwing it out of the window. You at him, looking up because of the height difference, "health comes first, princess" he said in feigned politeness, earning a smack on the shoulder as a reply from your end, "Oh fuck you, Lee" you reply with a petty tone having the toxic been taken from between your fingers. 

"So you dragged me all the way up to cuss at me or you have something to tell me?" he asked, breaking the silence taking over the air. You lean forward by the sill, looking outside the window as you let out a sigh, taking a whiff of the blustery night before turning towards Taeyong who already had his focus on you.

"It's about the marriage, and starting today, I-uh..I'll be taking over the company. I don't think I'm ready for it, Tae" you say, looking down at where your dress met the carpeted floor of your hotel room. 

You've had this talk with him multiple times, and he always had the same answer. What could the poor boy say anyways? 

"Y/n listen-" he was cut off by a soft knock on the door, the both of you whip your heads towards the door when the knocking occured again, "The door's unlocked!" you voice out. 

The door knob rattled the slightest, opening the wooden block by a little. "Y/n" a deep voice spoke, the door opening wider to display Jaehyun on the other end, a red velvet tux matching your clothing adorned his structure. "Jaehyun! Hey man!" Taeyong exclaimed, making his way towards the boy who stood with a wide smile after seeing his friend. "Hey Tae! Glad to see you didn't flee away from the party like you did last time" the boys laughed, embracing each other, you letting out a chuckle yourself. 

"Someone here, wouldn't let me run away until i take her along with me, I'm not stating names" Taeyong said jokingly, Jaehyun laughing at it, you poking your tongue out at the boys. 

"Can't have the spotlight taken away from the main, now can we?" Jaehyun said, the boys fist bumping at their adjoined 'tease Y/n until she's fuming' agenda. 

"Back to why I'm here, Your father's expecting you downstairs" Jaehyun looked over at you, your figure leaning against the now closed casement. "But i don't want to go down there" you reply grumpily, making your way towards the bed about to flop down, only to be stopped by Taeyong with his hands around your waist. "You're going to ruin your dress up, doll. Your mom won't let you breathe, then" he said pulling you up as you stand up right. 

"Right, almost forgot, thanks" you say, smoothing out the crease. Taeyong then pushed you towards your other friend, him catching you by your forearm. "Happy acting perfect! Oh also, all the best for the same" Taeyong said, waving as Jaehyun started pulling you out the room, ignoring your protests and whines. 

"Jae, i don't want to! They'll ask me to give speeches and you know how much i hate that!" you complain, trying to put all your weight onto the ground to make it hard for him to pull you, but he kept going with ease. "You don't really have to, we've finished that part of the day, thank the lords"

Jaehyun said, drawing a cross as you laugh at his antics. 

"Then why does father need me?" You see him pause the walk down the hallway towards the marble staircase, too fancy for your liking but already grown accustomed to it. 

"Because, they wanted to discuss something about the marriage" he said, resuming his steps. 

"What about it? There's still 7 months for it" you said, earning a sigh from the lad. This time, he stopped again, turning around to face you, gripping your shoulders in a soft, comforting grip. 

He looked at you hesitantly. Sensing something wrong, you grip his palms that rest on your shoulder, looking at him with a soft expression. "Jae.. Is something wrong?" you ask. 

"Y/n..about the marriage" he started, clearing his throat slowly then looking you straight in the eyes. "They.. My parents and yours.. They decided to.. Uh" he stopped, contemplating whether to let it out or not. 

"They decided to what? Jae just spit it out" you started to grow impatient.

"They decided to prepone our wedding"

-x-

You run down the hallway, towards the huge double doors leading to the party hall, frantically searching for your father, Jaehyun hot on your trail.

"Y/n wait up-"

"Father." you call out, finding him seated beside your mother, sipping on his whiskey. 

"Ah! If it isn't my pride! Y/n, your mom and Mrs.Jung-" he started, you cut him off. 

"Father, could i have a word with you in private?" you say, voice void of any form of emotion. 

"Of course, darling. Excuse me" he looked at the guests seated in the round table, smiling at them as you led him away from the crowd, to the hallway you'd previously run down.

"What is it, sweetheart?" He said, smile so wide it had to be fake. "You prepone the wedding?" your voice slightly quivered, crossing your fingers hoping it wasn't true. 

"Ah yes! I see Jaehyun already told you. I was thinking-" he started off again, with that honey coated voice of his. "why did you do that?" you step back, stumbling a bit. "Because the quicker the marriage, the faster the merge and more the profit, baby. It's all a full circle" he smoothened your hair out, you smack his hands away. "I'm not ready for a marriage yet, father! Two weeks? That's too early!" you scream at him, disbelief evident in your voice. "Oh of course you're ready! You're the daughter of a businessman, you're born ready!" he said, with pride, his shoulders pulled back. 

"I-i'm really not, dad. It's too soon, i don't want it. I'm going to call off the wedding-" you shakily say, turning around to make your way back to where Jaehyun stood, to be pulled back with much force. 

"Listen Y/n, It isn't about what you want or what you don't. You're ready when i say so, you get married when i say so. If you, ever, dare ruin our partnership with the Jungs, you see what you'll have to face." he said with a glare, giving you one last look before pausing to correct his bowtie, making his way back to the ballroom. 

Taeyong who had just so happened to make his way down the stairs, had unintentionally eavesdropped the entire conversation. He'd wanted nothing more than just to pull you in close, but after scanning the room, he saw your fiance standing there, by the corner, looking at Y/n then at him.

Taeyong nodded his head forward, wanting Jaehyun to come in and soothe you with comfort talks, but the latter shook his head. 

Your soon to be husband would probably be the last person you'd want to see, and so he faded back into the crowd. 

Taeyong hesitated first, having two successors seen together at a party isn't a news that should reach anyone, unless you're engaged, but seeing you let out a feeble sob, pulled his last string, and he made his way quick down the stairs, the hallway, pulling you into a tight embrace as soon as he reached you. 

"T-Taeyo-" you start between your feeble sobs, controlling yourself to not have a full on breakdown and create a scene at the party. "Shh doll, don't say anything, i heard it all" his voice calming, rubbing your back his palms in a comforting manner. "It's too e-early, Tae, i haven't even s-started living my life to th-the fullest yet and here-" you pause to inhale deeply, "-here i am, getting pulled in work after work, cutting my dreams out c-completely" you sob harder into his chest. 

"It's alright.. " he said, slowly starting to make his way out the crowded area, back up the stairs to where your rooms were located, unlocking your door upon reaching. 

"Is it? Of course it isn't Tae!" you let out louder now having the freedom to breathe normally, speak out all your pent up frustration. 

"It's just the stakes he cares about.. Not me, never has it been me and never will it be me." you spoke up before he could. 

"It was always about business. Never about me personally, and that hurts for thinking." you stop, burying your head into your palm, crying your heart out. 

Taeyong stood there, in front of you with a saddened glaze hooding his dark hazel eyes. The words you let out came from a very heartbroken, left to feel the pain alone girl. 

This is the harsh world of business and entertainment. 

He made his way closer to you, kneeling down in front of you, placing his hands over your legs to get you to look at him. No vail. 

"Y/n..doll, you see, we were forced into this world prior to adulthood, no consent whatsoever, we're just robot's basically, programmed to be perfect in all aspects." he started slow. "But there's nothing we can do about it"

With that the room went silent. The only sounds being from the loud acoustic downstairs and your sobs. 

You get up from your bed all of a sudden, sadness now turning to desperation and want for freedom. You make your way into the closet, taking out your already packed luggage, stuffing in whatever was left outside. 

"I'm really not ready-" "Y/n? What are you doing?" he said, voice panicked watching his friend throw random fabrics in. "And I'm tired of this-" "Y/n stop-" "-all of this" "Y/n-" 

"I should've done this long back-"

Taeyong grew even more panicked every second passing by, it only worsened when he saw you take the luggage and make your way towards the door. He took a hold of your hand in a tight grip as you felt the air turn black around you. It was hard to breathe with all the thoughts running through your head.

"Our world." you start, not trying to break out of his grip, slowly placing your hand over his.

"Our world Taeyong.. It's too cruel, harsh and dark even." you continue, stopping midway to look around you and then back at him, "none of us are safe in this world, none of us are happy, truly." you say removing his hands gently from the grip he had on yours.

Turning around once again, Taeyong was quicker. He caught your hands the second time, in a softer grip. 

"I know." 

"I know that our world is cruel. We don't experience the same as the others but Y/n..if you'd maybe, just maybe, -"

"Maybe if you'd let me, i could be your safe space in this harsh world" 

Taeyong stated, looking at you with nothing but sincerity. 

You contemplate for a while, option tempting. You could run away and not be alone. But that would only ruin his image. You blink your tears away, shaking your head. 

"No Tae.. You don't deserve to waste your life following me. You deserve so much better than that" you said, breaking free from his grip once again, smiling at him with a heavy heart before making your way out the door.

Taeyong felt his own eyes glaze over, watching his friend walk out the door, maybe now towards the exit and out towards freedom. 

When Taeyong looked at you, he saw a reflection of himself. A helpless, broken young adult wanting nothing more than love and solitude. 

But now that you're gone, Taeyong was left alone, with no one to confide in. 

And worse, he was left without a reflection. 

[yamithediaperdork]

Harry potter and the set of trigger words part 1 (..harry potter...duh.)

A odd fact not known to many, as it turned out your normal run of the mill wizard was actually quite easier to put under trance and implant key words even with only a basic knowledge of hypnotism.  This would be a fact Harry discovered to his delight having gotten interested in it over the course of a summer and trying it out for fun on the train ride to Hogwarts. Of course with him using it on his friend the triggers were just harmless ones, like every time Ron would hear a five sharp knocks on a door he'd bark like a dog, Or Hermione becoming a stereotype ditz if she was offered bubble gum till the flavor ran out. He also quickly removed said trigger once they got to the school and erased the memory of the act of them ever being in place. However, encouraged by the success of his little experiment, Harry would slowly work his way up with more and more amusing/twisted triggers on students he wasn't all that fond of till he came up with the perfect set for one blond haired prat: Draco Malfoy. Getting the blond twat monkey alone to work his mojo hadn't of been easy, but once it was done and Harry had removed the memory of the triggers even being place, it was time to sit back and have some fun.  Still Harry tried to at least be semi fair about it, and promised himself to only use his new found powers if Draco was being a true and utter pain in the backside. which, again, this was Draco we were talking about, only took all of a day from the planting.

"ugh, did somebody cut the cheese?" Draco asked, walking into the dinning area and moving pass Harry, Ron and Hermione. He paused and then leaned down, taking a over the top sniff of Ron and then held his nose. "oh guess not, it's just a weasley!" He said and laughed, prompting his two loyal thugs to laugh with him even if the dim look on their faces meant they didn't get the joke. "really? reduced to making fart jokes Draco?" Hermione asked and rolled her eyes, moving in a bit closer to Ron and then wrinkling her own nose. the red head had skipped a shower after practice that day and well, did smell a bit ripe. "Ha! See? even you think he stinks!" Draco crowed and hooted with laughter. "You know Draco, it's not nice to tease others. Ron will smell fine once he gets a shower in but YOU'LL always just be a 'dirty boy'" Harry said, sipping some pumpkin juice and smirking. "Really? thats the best..you..got..?" Draco scoffed back but suddenly he felt weird and found himself starting to pop a squat. "ah..what are you doing?" Crab asked. Draco went to answer with his mouth, but a blast of ass gas from his rear handled the reply for him and then as his thugs looked on in disbelief and Hermione and Ron and Harry looked on with amusement, the back of Draco's jeans started to puff out as a horrid stench filled the area. "Is he crapping himself?" Ron asked, laughing and pinching his nose shut. "N-No! I'm not a stinky baby pants pooper!" Draco whined and then even as he was clearly fighting himself, he popped his thumb into his mouth and started to suckle on it as he kept destroying the seat of his pants. "I guess Draco's jealous of Ron's stink and wants to top it~ 'Isn't that right baby Draco?'" Harry asked. Hermione was moving back to the other side of the table where the air was a little fresher but had to turn and watch in amusement as now only did the teary eyed blond nod his head up and down, helpless to refuse the command but he also lisped around his thumb making drool run down. "Yesh 'arry. Ous wight." Draco whimpered and as he finished with the back of his pants, he closed his eyes and relaxed his bladder soaking the front. "Gah watch it!" Ron cried up, jumping up on the table before the smelly puddle the blond was making could reach him. Crab and Goyle had like wise stepped back away from Draco in part to avoid the puddle and the smell and to avoid being seen as besties with the pants pooping dork. Harry had been about to unleash his next command but instead decided to call off the torment for the moment as a certain raven haired potions master was storming towards Draco and did NOT look pleased. "Head's up stinky boy, your uncles coming." Harry advised and leaned back, casually munching on a slice of pie. 'dinner and a show..never a dull moment at Hogwarts.' he thought. Sadly it wasn't much of a show as Snape just wordlessly took Draco by the ear and led him off, taking the time to turn around and use a spell to clean up the mess the blond had left behind. "heh, I'd like to be a fly on the wall for that conversation." Ron mused. "Which the smell coming off of him flies wouldn't look out of place either." Hermione giggled, and that set them all off laughing.

it wasn't till they were in the relative quiet of the dorm room (a glare from Snape had sent the few slytherin's who had been sitting in the common room scampering off) That Snape finally spoke up to the blushing and ashamed Draco. "I thought you were done with this childish behavior after we had that talk during the summer young man." Snape said. "I..I wasn't doing it on purpose! Someone muse of cursed me or something!" Draco whined pathetically. this couldn't of been worse for the blond, his body just betraying him like that after that summer while Uncle Snape had been visiting he'd caught Draco purposely soiling himself and bouncing in it! "Considering you've been with your friends all day and no one took out a wand in the dinning room, I think that's highly unlikely." Snape said dryly. "Do you remember what I told you before?" Draco started to full on bawl and rub at his eyes, which combined with his soiled garments made him look like a over sized toddler. "T-That if you caught me messing m-myself like a little boy again y-you'd dress me to fit the role.." Draco sobbed. "Please! I'm telling you, it wasn't on purpose! give me anther chance!!" "It's against my better judgement to do so..but I also don't wanna be the uncle of the only nappy lad waddling around the school. there will be NO more chances though young man, do I make myself clear?" Snape asked. If Draco hadn't of already let all of his wee out in the dinning room, he would of soaked his pants here at the tone of his uncles voice and hiccuped and nodded. "Oh for heavens sake.." Snape sighed and waved his wand, a oversized green soother popping into Draco's mouth and the poor lad found himself forced to suckle on it. he couldn't even seem to tug it out of his mouth and whimpered and pointed at it, looking at his Uncle. "It'll come out once you get cleaned up. and after you're clean, strait to bed. no supper for pants pooper's." Snape said and then walked over, leaving the confused and ashamed boy the less then pleasant task of cleaning up. 'I just know Potters behind this somehow..' Draco thought and due to the heavy load in his seat, he was forced to waddle to the bathroom to clean up. the only saving grace of everything was that Draco was so tiny downstairs his uncle had never been able to notice that despite how ashamed and humiliated he was, Draco was rock hard.

word of Draco's accident spread like wild fire though the school and even though the teachers tried to encourage a forgive and forget policy Draco had simply made too many enemies in the school and was forced to endure multiple taunts, and worse, well meaning teachers calling him up to their desks several times a class and asking if he needed to use the rest room. the consent teasing had a effect of making Draco keep his fat mouth shut for a change and true to his earlier self promise Harry left him alone, though lord knows he longed to test the rumor he'd heard that Snape was prepared to put Draco back in nappies should he have anther accident.

At dinner that evening Harry noticed that Draco was sitting alone, other students had bunched in together as close as possible just to avoid being near him 'in case he went off' again. Feeling a tiny bit of guilt Harry, after clearing it with Ron and Hermione, got up to go and invite the poor git to sit with them. Draco was munching slowly on a piece of bread, resting his head on a fist and staring off with a million mile stare when Harry got his attention. "Hey Draco, I wa-" Harry started but was cut off as Draco yelped and jumped, snapped out of his daze. this got more laughs from the other students and Draco fumed and blushed as he glared at harry. "What do YOU want?" he huffed. "I was wondering if you wanted to come over and sit with me and my friends..you look a little lonely." Harry said, forcing down the urge to make Draco disgrace himself. the blond HAD had a rough day after all. "Do you really think I've sunk THAT low I'll take your pity just like that potter?" Draco huffed and leaned forward. "I don't know how, but I know for a FACT that somehow you were behind what happened yesterday. So thank you, fuck you." and Draco tossed the rest of the bread in his hand at Harry's head. "BYE!" eye twitching Harry clenched a fist and for a second thought of taking a swing at the brat, but again cooler heads prevailed because to be honest, Draco had EVERY right to be pissed with Harry and was on the nose. Still, he couldn't just let that go away totally unpunished and snorted. "Fine whatever. 'Why don't you just sit her and sulk while you suck on your thumb!'" Harry said and turned to leave, knowing even without the laughter that started up that Draco had just started to nurse on his thumb like a pouty toddler. the thumb sucking command would only last for 5 minutes but it was enough to get even more laughter directed Draco's way and a look of disdain from Snape. by the time he was able to free his thumb for his needy mouth Draco would have a extra nick name to go with Potty pants Malfoy: Sucky baby Draco.

with what happened in the dining room proving to Draco for sure that Harry had SOME form of a hold over him, he had planned to go over all the books and scrolls available in the common room to try and figure it out. He was willing to pull a all nighter if that's what it took. However the other slytherin's had other plans. "oi, isn't it past little thumb suckers bed time? it's going on 7:30 after all." Crab asked, blocking his path to the book shelf and smirking. "Bugger off, you know I can keep later hours." Draco said and and went to move around him. "you know.." Pansy said in her smug voice. "I heard that if widdle Draco her makes anther mess in his undies, it's back to nappies for the wholllle year~" Draco gulped and paled a little, noting how Goyle was coming up behind him now and back stepped away for his clearly ex thugs and friends. "I..I mean..G-guys c-come on.." Draco whimpered, realizing just how out classed he was in a physical fight have like a doofus having forgot his wand in his room. "So it IS true!" Pansy said and let out a shrill laugh. "I think you should just get it over with BABY Draco. Snape's coming back any time now and can see you in all your smelly glory again." Crab chuckled. "I..Uh..I don't even have to.." Draco mewed and held up his hands. "oh, you need help  disgracing yourself? All you had to do was ask." Goyle said and unleashed a powerful gut punch that sent spit flying out of Draco's mouth and sank him down to his knees holding his gut, looking up at a sneering Goyle who added. "what are friends for?" the fear had been working his bladder like crazy and Draco had had maybe one too many drinks of milk at dinner because the force of the blow had his poor bladder unleash and for the second in for the second night in a row, he started to flood his pants. "Hahahaha the baby is wetting himself!" Pansy laughed then turned to see Snape standing there. "Professor! you're just in time! Draco wet himself! are you gonna put him in nappies now?" Draco was sniffling and tears welling up in his eyes as he turned to look at his uncle, who strolled over with a look of anger on his face and taking out his wand. "U-Uncle Snape Please I-" Draco started, but then Goyle, Pansy and Crab suddenly turned upside down and were floating in the air, "How utterly stupid do you three believe me to be to think that you could fool me like that?" Snape asked in a quiet voice full of rage. "even if I hadn't of been standing there and seen the last little bit of that, you really think I wouldn't of found the bruise?" he added and started to move his wand up and down shaking the three bullies and making them knock together before dropping them in a heap on the ground. "W-We're sorry!" Yelped Goyle, who was the first to scrabble to his feet. "Won't happen again!" Crab added getting up. "Totally hands off!" Pansy finished and got to her feet. "Oh no, you'll be hands on. If ANYONE else threatens Draco with physical violence, or worse..carries it out, it'll be YOU three I blame and come after. so it's in your best interest to make he stays relatively safe. That said, a little verbal humiliation will do him good, but Hand.Off. Do I make myself clear or do you need anther demonstration?" the three got the point and scrambled off and as Snape went to turn to Draco he got the soaked and smelly boy glomping his waist and whimpering out thanks, getting snot on him. "thank you thank you thank you!" '...I'm getting soft in my old age.' Snape thought dryly and ruffled the boys hair and then lead the way to the bathrooms to get him cleaned up.

[lady-o-ren]

Just Between Lovers - Valentine's Day

Chapter One / Chapter Two / Chapter Three / Chapter Four / Chapter Five / Chapter Six /  **Christmas Special**                                                                                                                                    

A/N: 1) I had some trouble getting JBL Claire's voice back so I'm pretty sure this is an even more heightened version of her than usual. Sorry. There's also a few nods to past chapters for fun. 2) Don't think too hard on the timeline here. This could all be from a time of yesteryear that never was, trapped in a raindrop…to a puddle…then a fall...

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For @tuethat who has been so wonderfully kind and lovely to me ❤ I can never thank you enough ❤

And I hope this early Valentine is entertaining for all of you who have stuck with this story.

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It was the day of St. Valentines.

Just another day for the indifferent, with their suffering roll of twitching eyes to all the blinding displays of love blasting red and rows of heart shaped discounted chocolates. Waxy, inedible, spit to the dirt kind, with a curse to oneself for being tempted to foolery yet again.

Where lonely hearts disavowed all celebration with a single (triple) downing of liquor. Be it cheap wine that promised to dribble down your shirt resembling a sloshed dog or golden divinity that could purge the quivering heartache to a slowing, heavy beat. Blood warming, coursing, churning hot in the belly, stroking desire just below. Shooting to a stinging burn of mouth, cooled with a gasping breath of deliverance, going back for another touch of fleeting affection.

Then there were the lovers.

A time to come together to forget how much you annoyed one another with a drooping rose bouquet, petals torn and missing, curling yellow at the edges. A chocolate box all too familiar with it's yellow sticker scraped away. Reservations for the same restaurant as the year before but with a different girl who got the better of him and you the lesser.

Sometimes the day delivered a proposal of lifelong commitment hidden away in a goo of chocolate, your fingers smeared sticky sweet in discovery as curious (intrusive) glances waited to slap their hands together as you contemplate a future dripping like shit.

Or one beaming of promises everlasting, a ring held by a man conjured from a true elsewhere of lochs, glens and rolling heathered hills. The dark hours of my escape, dreams turned reality...

And if James Fraser ever dared to do so in front of an audience with mouths agape, phones in hand, mine would fall down low twisting on all that dangled dear.

He wouldn't though...

That was another day. A different time…

This Valentine's however, we found ourselves sheltered from the chilly downpour outside to the snugly warmth of indoors with greasy takeaways piled high. Forks clashed leaving a loser ruthless, fingers tasted, bitten, tangled in curls as lips wandered, tracing the lines of veins to throbbing heated pulse, food spilling without a care.

Better than any meal over candlelight...until a turn of events left him overly concerned and me frustrated.

Now, Jamie's attention was squarely on a game of tight shirts and shorts, muddied and bloodied, as I  laid molded, body and soul, on my side across the couch, legs atop his lap. I was left to rest unbothered until a moment of triumph on screen where I was rewarded with his hand under the hem of my dress to cup and knead the swell of all that he held dear. A dip in the score, however, was a hard digging grip, leaving my skin pink, and he a knock in the ribs.

If only I could move.

My sore arse wasn't enough to propel me to violence. I felt weighted to the soft blue cushions, feeling an increasing kinship with the sluggish disposition of sloths. But even they had a somewhat lazy grace about them. I settled for a hiss of Jamie's name and a scoot away from his bruising touch that on any other day would have been welcomed and reciprocated, depending on my mood.

I could see a blushed mark of that mood glowing at his neck.

“Did I wake ye, Sassenach?" Jamie, all glimmering dew eyes and red waves of proper dishevelment, finally tilted his gaze my way having the bloody nerve to look innocent and damningly attractive. I didn't trust it.

"I was never asleep."

"So that was yer arse I heard?"

My foot went for his gut, while the other sought a snap of fragile bone between his well muscled thighs. Jamie easily caught both, locking my legs to submission, then slapping me on, "That fine, sweet rrrump", taunting its size so pleasurable to his eye. But before my fists could avenge my honor he gently turned me, bestowing a penitent kiss, warm with a breath of an apology tickling my bare and tender skin. A face of love brightening his features, crumbling my resolve to be cross with him.

Bastard

My face, an open invitation to every scant thought, spoke wordlessly with Jamie. His bawls and cock were safe and would remain perfectly intact. Perfectly so.

A continued assault of peppered kisses had me giving in completely, breaking in laughter, pulling him by the scruff of his shirt as I was feeling tremendously better with each dose of his soft lips. With a sweet splitting grin, Jamie kept himself where he was, instead placing his hold at my hips, thumbs pressing circles into the protesting joints that had me mewing a satisfied sigh that reddened the tips of his ears like a well pleased faun.

He leaned forward with a press of his devotion at my belly, where his breath seeped through the fabric leaving my breasts puckered in habitual anticipation for a higher aim that never came.

“Are you still tender, mo nighean donn?" Jamie's burr, a heavy cadence so close to my skin, traveled up my spine, loosening the rest of the knotted kinks that had shortened our earlier amorous efforts.

"Not if you keep on with thaa - Ah! lower Jamie -" He did, a soothing touch of reverence that went on and on down to my ankles and back where they started, stirring a hunger in me. Again.

Embarrassment must have stained my face as he flashed me a two-eyed wink that always left a flutter in my chest, a giggle suppressed.

"Och, I'll dig around the fridge for something to feed ye."

"There's nothing in there. I looked." Nothing and everything appealed to me and I was exhausted by the waves of cravings.

"Did ye check the crisper?"

"I refuse to bend that low." I gave Jamie an accusatory cutting stare, where the response I received was very much the sting of male pride as I rubbed the reason why and of his thorough doing. Maybe his cock wasn't so safe, but damn him for rising my pulse.

"I know. That's where I hid a certain wee box for ye."

I sat up with such speed my furry sloth kin would be envious.

"Christ, Sassenach! Ye'll jostle my wee lad." Jamie's palms went to settle whatever upheavel he imagined our child suffering, with a care that made me outstretch my touch to his stubbled cheek, finger trailing down to his chin and back.

"Yours is she?"

A proud Scottish grunt was pressed to my palm. "Ours." A kiss at the small round of my belly once more was given with a coo of gibberish my heart knew well. "A voracious wee fiend we have. Gets that from me and I beg yer pardon on our child's behalf -as he yet can do much but kick."

"An impatient wee thing too." My hands joined his in a caress of our love, rings of silver, a sparkle of diamond, catching the budding bright starlight lighting the room.

"I'm afraid yer to blame for that, Sassenach." He chuckled as I lightly swatted at his arm to get to his legs, a long stride that cut my admiration for his chiseled physique that started at his broad shoulders and lingered on his jean clad arse and thighs.

"Shall I bother with a plate?" He called from the kitchen.

"Serve me only a slice and I really will pummel you." I knew it had to be raspberry tiramisu thay would be devoured no matter the regrets. Embarrassment left behind.

"Ye sound mighty confident of my surprise for ye, mo ghràidh. Two forks? Or am I to lick ye off?"

"What do you think, love?"

Jamie was back before I could cackle off my teasing with his own restrained hunger eyeing me like the fat hen I felt.

"Damn the forks then."

"Aye." Was my squeaked reply, lost as his mouth met mine, creamy and sweet, tart from berries, the sneak having already had a taste.

But as he carried me (us) away I didn't really give a damn…except…

"The tiramisu, Jamie."

The plea was smothered in another kiss that burned my lungs, parting briefly, starved for air, only to crash him back to me.

He didn't forget.

[omgxiaoch]

In Time

 pairing: Jimin x [y/n] genre: angst, idk anymore warnings: none????? word count:  2382

this was inspire by monsta x’s - in time

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There it was again with its oddly soothing yet haunting melody that once lulled Jimin to sleep. The little dancer boy continued to twirl, along with its little dancer girl beside him. It has been so long since Jimin has last seen you - and that last time was when the incident happened, which caused the two of you to separate and never meet again.

“No, [y/n], you won’t have a bright future if you keep on insisting on taking up such ridiculous dreams.” your grandfather barked, hand tightly wrapped around your arm as you tried to wiggle your way out from his frasp - eyes glistening with tears as you looked at Jimin, pleading him to do something. “I will have a bright future, and I’ll prove it to you. If you think so lowly of dancing, then it just shows how uneducated you are--” Each and every word that flowed from your mouth angered your grandfather more by the second. Rage boiled through his veins, and soon, realizing what you have done has hurt his ego. He barely had the chance to think of his actions when his hand came swinging down on your cheeks - the loud crack of skin contacting skin echoed off the walls. Gasps then followed, eye widen in surprise as they couldn’t believe what just happened.

Soon, pain started to spread all throughout your cheek as it glowed in a bright shade of red - the same shade of red that matched your grandfather’s hand. The excruciating pain was enough to have your tears brim down your cheeks. “This unforgivable act of your will only lead you to failure,” your grandfather gritted his teeth as he shot your parents a knowing glare. “I gave the two of you enough time to mold this child into someone who’s going to receive a ton of praises, and yet here she is, a spoiled brat that has lowly dreams." Glancing at his men, your grandfather briefly nods his head and you were then soon taken away. Screams were then heard, and Jimin, being only thirteen at that time, only  had the choice staring at you with eyes screaming in pain. He was tightly held back by his parents, stopping him creating additional rucus. 

“Where do you think you’re taking her, dad?!” your mother screamed, arms flailing as she tried to tackle her father - but only to be stopped by your father. “You don’t need to know, honey. It’s your fault that this happened,” The words that left his mouth was already enough to have your mother bawling her eyes out in anger, heart aching to see her daughter taken away for some foolish reason. “Now that my job here is finished, I shall take my leave then.” 

The men trailed behind your grandfather’s retreating figure. Everyone was left devastated at the sudden happenings, and with sad eyes, all they could do was pray for your safety - except for Jimin, who have had enough of the crap that was happening. Pulling his arms away from his parents grasps, he stared at the four adults standing before him. His chests was rising up and down, huffing and puffing as he tried to hold back his tears. “How could you just let that happen?! You know that she loves to dance, you know that her dream was to be on stage!” He screamed loud enough for everyone to hear. “You know that it was OUR dream of becoming dancers. And yet, here you are, you can’t even stop that old man from taking her away from you.” 

“Jimin!” Mr. Park, Jimin’s father, yelled. Jimin was getting out of hand with his words but despite the sudden raise of voice from his father, this didn’t stop him from continuing. “If you think that this is disrespecting, then what do you call the actions that the old man did? Wasn’t that disrespecting [y/n]’s decisions?”

“You know what, I’m out. I’ve had enough of this nonsense.” 

Poking the little dancer boy with his slender finger, Jimin couldn’t help but let out a sigh. His heart continues to ache when he’s reminded of your smile, your laugh, or even just you in general. You were his everything, you were his partner, you were his twin, and you were his best friend. The bestest friend that a boy could ever have. Yet, here he was, staring at the music box that you both once shared a long time ago.

“I should stop this,” he mutters under his breath as he was once again reminded of you. 

Lifting his hand to close the tiny music box, he stops midway as he couldn’t bring himself to close it when his eyes landed on the little dancer boy. It was just like back in the days, the two of you joined the same dance class. The two of you paired up and being just little kids, both of you tried your best in learning the contemporary dance that was taught to the two of you. All of the hours of practice paid off as the two of you received good remarks from the teachers - encouraging the two of you to hone your talents and pursue your dreams in becoming one of the world’s well-known dancers.

“Jimin-ah, come on! We need to practice more.” the eight year old you beamed, extending a hand to the eight year old Jimin - meeting his sweet eyes that soon vanished as he flashed you his signature smile. “Fine, this will be the last for tonight right?” he asked as he wrap his hand around yours. “Yes, yes! After this, let’s grab some ice cream before we head home okay?” Giggling at your silly antics, Jimin just nodded his head in response. 

Soon, you were the one who is being dragged in the center of the room. “Stay there while I ready the music.” Jimin commanded as he rushed towards the small casset player, pressing on the play button and rushing back to you with a big smile - positioning the two of you before the beat started.

“Ready?” he asked with eyes staring right into yours. “Ready.” and with that, the two of you focused on your steps. Letting the melody take over your every limb, the two of you continued to do the steps until the music slowly died down. “That was great!” you squealed in glee. Your hands was wrapped around Jimin’s, twirling him around with a big smile plastered on both of your faces.

Coming into an abrupt stop, along with fruity laughs leaving your lips, Jimin looks at you once again in the eyes. “Hey [y/n], let’s stay by each other’s side until we achieve our dreams of becoming one of the well-known dancers in the entire world okay?” Jimin holds up his pinky in front of your face, making you burst out laughing.

“Okay, I promise.” Without any hesitation, you linked your pinky with his and beamed. “Now, how about we go grab some ice cream?” You asked as you grabbed both of your bags. “Alright, let’s go.” Turning off the lights, Jimin and you skipped your way out of the studio with arms linked around each other. 

Throughout the whole walk back to your neighborhood, Jimin couldn’t help but smile to himself, his heart soon engulfed with the warm feeling of having you by his side - smiling from ear to ear. 

“Hey, [y/n],” Jimin called out as he finally sights both of your family’s apartments. Receiving a soft ‘mmm’ as a response from you, Jimin looks up at the starry night and said, “Don’t leave me, no matter what happens okay?” Weirded out by his sudden remark, you couldn’t help but stop him with eyebrows furrowed. “I would never leave you, Jimin. And if I ever I do, I would swear to come back and find you.” Jimin coudln’t help but laugh at your response.

“That’s a relief. It’s getting late already, come on!” 

And yet, here he was, the only one left to finally achieve that dream. “Damn it, Jimin, just close the thing already!” Slamming the music box shut, Jimin couldn’t help but slowly fall on to his knees - heart aching at how much he’s missed you, at how much he just wants to see your face one last time, and at how his life felt so empty without you in it. She’ll be sad when he sees you like this, Jimin grits his teeth in frustration, fingers curling up into fists until his knuckles turned white. He knew that his conscience was right but wasn't it unfair for him? Wasn't it unfair for him to be the only one to feel such emotions when he doesn't even know if you remember him or not? 

"Hey, get a hold of yourself, Jimin. This won't help you get through this if you're going to be like that." The voice of his older friend was enough to have his emotions to finally explode. It was never a bad thing to let all the pent-up emotions just spill away. “But isn’t it unfair, hyung? Being the only one to feel such pain, isn’t that unfair?” Jimin questions as he looks back at the older lad standing right by the door, looking at him with a glint of sadness in their eyes.

“Yoongi hyung, answer me.” the younger lad pleaded with eyes brimming with tears. “I don’t know what to do with my life anymore.. ever since they left without leaving any trace of where they’d take her, do you think that I’d be in the right state of mind after that?”

 Yoongi couldn’t bear to see his younger brother like this, he couldn’t bear another day to see him breaking down whenever he opens the damned music box that held all the memories of the two of you.

“I know where you can find her, Jimin,” Yoongi says while pulling out an envelope out from his coat. For the past years, Yoongi didn't speak of his plan of looking for you. He searched at every nook and cranny of each province, and to the extent, he even searched for you in the States, in hopes of finding you there before resuming his search on the other provinces that were left unsearched. And after all those hard work and effort, he was finally able to trace you down. You were living in Busan, laying low and slowly honing your skills in dancing after how many years of being isolated in a claustrophobic room with books that screamed expectations and toxicity. 

"What?" Every single word that left Yoongi's lips sounded like a different language to him, and just hearing your name had his mind spinning. "I bought you a ticket back to Busan. She just recently moved there, in hopes of having a new life there."  Walking up to the younger lad, Yoongi abruptly stops right in front of him and kneels down to hand him the white envelope. "Here," taking his hands in his, he carefully yet firmly places the envelope in his palms and smiles. "I know how much she means to you, so I decided to look for her on your behalf... I'm sorry if it took hyung so long to find her." 

Staring at his palms, Jimin couldn’t believe what was happening right now. Unable to utter a response, Yoongi couldn’t help but ruffle the younger one’s hair before letting out the words that had Jimin bowing his head down on the floor with gratitude. “Your mom also helped in searching for her, and when I told her that I found her, she had already readied your things in hopes to see you smile.”

"T-thank you so much, hyung.” Jimin cries out as he continues to have his head down on the floor, staining it with nothing but the tears that he shed. The warmth of Yoongi’s hand rubbing his back was enough to have him ease up. “Come on, stop crying. We wouldn’t want you to miss the plane, would we now?” Lifting his head up to meet the soft smile plastered on Yoongi’s face, Jimin slowly finds his smile back and soon enough, he pulls the older one into a hug. “Thank you, hyung. I owe you a lot for this.”

“Now, come on, your ride’s waiting for you.”

Various types of music danced through the walls of the building that stood right in front of Jimin. It was a place filled with greenery, a place to keep the people there at bay from potential problems and stress. Quietly making his way to the room where you were currently practicing in, Jimin could feel his heart rate rise at the thought of seeing you. It was just like how he felt when he realized that you were the one that he wanted to spend his life with ever since day one of your friendship. 

Peeking through the tiny window of the door, as if the heavens have heard his prayers, he sees you gracefully dancing to the melody. A melody that felt so familiar to have Jimin feel the gush of adrenaline rushing through his veins. You were so engrossed in letting the melody take over your whole body that you had your eyes closed. Wrapping his fingers around the doorknob, he slowly twists it open - allowing his body to enter the studio with ease. He was able to see you, finally. Slowly walking up towards you, he didn’t dare to let you out from his sight as he was scared that you might disappear like a dream. 

The bag that he was holding was then dropped on the floor when you finally opened your eyes, stopping on the spot as the music finally died down. “J... Jimin?” you ask as you watch him cover his mouth, eyes soon brimming down with tears that he had held back for so long. Without answering you, Jimin didn’t think twice but to run towards you and pull you into his arms after how long God knows. 

Burying his face in your shoulders, Jimin finally lets out the words that he has longed to say to you. “You don’t know how much I missed you, [y/n]. M-my life has been so empty when you left.” The smell that you once were so used to finally dances through your nose, letting the thought of having Jimin hugging you for the first time after how many years finally sink in. Without much hesitation you snake your arms around his waist, pulling him closer to you as you cherish the feeling of having him in your arms. Oh, how long have you yearned for his touch, his voice and just everything about him.

All those years of being separated from him felt like you were losing yourself. “Is it really you?” Jimin asks, hands cupping your cheeks as he pulls away from the hug. His eyes continued to glisten with tears as he stared at your face, taking in your beauty as he starts to imprint these beautiful features in his mind. He couldn’t believe that he’d be staring at the eyes that he loved the most, the pair of eyes that always had him losing himself in the depths of it. Nodding your head in response, you lean in to rest your forehead against his. “It’s me, Jimin. Oh God, I missed you too so much Jimin,” you mutter under your breath as you continued to take in the moment.

With the sudden appearance of the person whom you loved the most was overwhelming enough to have you bursting out into tears when you finally, finally realized that everything was real - it was just like in your dreams every night. "How’d you find me?” you voice out once you felt the warmth of his thumbs when he wiped away the tears that stained your cheeks. “A friend of mine helped me... he searched for you for years until he found you here - at the place where everything started for the two of us.” 

However, everything seemed to crash down as you realized that you’ll be taken again once more if your grandfather hears about you meeting Jimin. You were slowly losing your cool, your eyes shaking as you suddenly felt helpless. “J-jimin... I’d be taken away if grandfather’s men see you here.” you voice out, heart slowly being wrapped around the hands of fear. “But I just arrived. [y/n], don’t let him take over your life... don’t let him take you away from me again.” The tears of happiness that streamed down Jimin’s cheeks were now replaced with tears of sadness, fear, and anger. He hated the thought of having you taken away from him after all these years. 

He had you in his arms now, but he’s gonna lose you once again. “I can’t, Jimin, I just can’t... I’m scared--” 

“Run away with me, [y/n]. I can give you the life that you’ve always wanted. I just... don’t want you to disappear.” Jimin pleads as he cups your hands. “I love you so much, [y/n]. I really do and just thinking about losing you again pains me. It feels like I’m gonna lose my mind if I’d just let go of you when I’ve finally found you.” He loves me? you thought as you stared at him. He loves me just the way I l loved him all these years despite being gone for how long God knows? 

"You love me?”

Nodding his head, Jimin tightens his grip on your hands and said, “I loved you since the day we met, [y/n], and still will I continue to love you. Just don’t leave me like how you left me before. I can’t lose you now.. so please, please run away with me.”

It was as if Jimin was sent by the heavens above as the light to finally guide you back into your life - out from the grasp of darkness. Running away with him would give you eternal happiness. There would be no more constant pressure on your behalf and the constant of fear will soon vanish - as it was Jimin, who would continue to love you for who you are and who would continue to support you in achieving the dream that you both once promised each other.

“Let’s make a new life together, [y/n]. Just you and me.” 

The thought of making a new life together had your eyes sparkle, just the way how it sparkled way back when everything was fine with just you and Jimin in the picture. “I’ll run away with you,” after some time of thinking it through, you were finally determined to leave the past behind you and live your life with him. With his hand already in yours, you smile at him and tug him towards the exit after picking up both of your bags.

“Come on, let’s go. We have to go an grab some ice cream before starting our new life together.” Chuckling at how you’ve never changed, Jimin nods his head and takes in both of your bags in his hand and leads you out of the building. The walk was quiet but it was comforting in a way that you didn’t want to end it. With his hand in yours, it was ethereal and you wouldn’t want to trade anything for it. 

“Hey, Jimin,” you call out as you look up at the sky, watching the flock of birds fly with such grace and unison. “What is it?” He asks, his gaze now fixated on you. 

“Thank you and I love you.” Watching how the corner of his lips tug upwards, you shyly stopped him before planting a kiss on his lips - a seal to commemorate your love and life with him. Jimin, who was caught off-guard, couldn’t help but smile at your crazy antics. Raising both of your hands up to his lips, he softly kisses the back of your hand and looks away with his smile never leaving his lips.

“I love you too, [y/n].”

a/n: it has been a long time since i’ve last written a legit scenario/fanfic(??). so i apologize if ever there are misspelled words, sentences that are structured wrongly, or wrong grammar ;; but i hope you guys enjoy(?) or like this scenario with Jimin. i’ve been thinking of writing more scenarios of bts, so i might post more in the future. and this post is also to commemorate another milestone for this Tumblr page of mine, which is reaching 2k followers! thank you, everyone, for being with me throughout these past months and for making me a part of your life here on Tumblr. I hope you guys have a good day/night! 

[overstalking]

Another Wonderful Submission

Born From Dark Water

Based on the film ‘Song of the Sea’ and this ask: http://overstalking.tumblr.com/post/159215981404/genji-hanzo-and-zenyatta-with-a-selkie-so-how

The practice of self imposed solitude was a form of punishing himself just as much as it was for survival. Living the life of an exile and an assassin, he told himself that it was best not to allow any form of weakness like family or loved ones in his life that could only be exploited by his enemies later on. Anything that once resembled a chance of that, he either cut down or cast aside. Besides, a murderer like Hanzo Shimada had no right to hope for such things.

Once he and his brother Genji had reconciled along with fulfilling their duties at Overwatch, Hanzo fell into old habits despite his insistence to his brother that he had forgiven himself and moved on. That didn’t stop Genji from offering a place to stay in either Switzerland or Nepal should he need it; but being the proud man that he is, and not wanting to make his brother worry, Hanzo reassured him that he was fine and declined his offer every time.

During his travels, Hanzo found himself in a small safehouse on the edge of a small, craggy shore off the coast of Ireland. It was a small, drafty, stone cabin located where strong winds and thunderstorms occurred almost every other day, and isolated from the outside world… it was perfect. There, he found the time to live a quiet reclusive life with no burdens or responsibilities weighing him down and often spent his time meditating. Finding food was easy enough- given his skill with a bow and resourceful nature he sustained himself primarily on the abundant salmon from the nearby river, rabbit and deer in the forest, and a small garden for herbs and vegetables he grew just on the edge of the forest behind the house. The few times he would venture into the nearest town, which was miles away, it was to shop for supplies he otherwise couldn’t gather or create on his own. He only really socialized with the older locals who ran the shops, and that was limited to mainly small talk where he started to pick up Irish Gaelic.

Genji would send packages of small comforts from home on his birthday and around the winter holidays- large boxes of tea, a few bottles of saké, some other small treats and a handwritten letter along with a sparrow feather attached to a photo of him and either Zenyatta or Angela. It warmed Hanzo’s heart to know that his brother was doing well and thinking of him.

The rural countryside was rife with myths and tales of fae folk and other creatures from old times. At first, Hanzo chalked it up to superstitions and stories derived from old tradition much like that of gods and yōkai from his own homeland. He remembered a story his father told him once about the Namahage that would visit their castle and punish lazy or naughty children on New Year’s Eve so that he and his brother would behave. Once they grew older and realized that Namahage were just grown men dressed up in costumes, however, the tale lost its’ effect on them.

Still, he stuck around for the tales that the old shopkeepers would share after they would close their shops and go to the pub before heading home.

“You live in that little shack near the sea, is that right?”

“I do, yes.”

“Ah… so, lookin’ for a selkie bride, is it?”

“Pardon?”

“Don’t tell me ya haven’t heard the tale of the selkie?!”

“I have not.”

“Oh, fer the love of- Moira! Flaherty! Our Japanese friend here doesn’t know what a selkie is!”

“So? Leave him be, James. An’ don’t go fillin’ his head with some old stories!”

“Bah!” scoffed James, as he brushed his hand at them dismissively. The old man moved closer to Hanzo’s side of the table and leaned in, almost like a schoolchild about to tell a dark secret and whispered to him.

“Alright, here’s what you do, friend- you to the sea an’ shed seven tears into the water. Seven, no more no less. Once you do that, it’ll summon a selkie an’ then, you’ll have to steal her coat.”

“Why?”

“Because, once a selkie has lost their coat, she’ll have to agree to be your bride.”

James put his arm around Hanzo’s shoulder.

“Handsome young lad like you… doesn’t make much sense you don’t have at least someone in your life. Jus’ try it, son. An’ hey, if nothin’ happens, well then I’m just an old fool havin’ the craic!”

“Dad? C’mon it’s time to go.”, James’ daughter, Aoife approached the two at the table to bring her father home. She was a beautiful woman in her mid 30′s, and medium length red hair… She was also happily married with three children. She ran the flower shop and took care of her father after his wife died, and would always greet Hanzo with a courteous smile.

When the two leave out of earshot, Hanzo overhears Moira at the bar sigh while cleaning the bar.

“Poor old James… don’t go weeping in the ocean for a fairy tale, Hanzo; he just likes tellin’ stories. Gives him a reason to get out of the house since his wife’s died, you see. He’s pushin’ 95 this year now, an’ his mind’s goin’ downhill. So don’t mind it.”

It’s true that James was among the oldest residents in town and in declining health, so Hanzo brushed it aside as nothing more than a lonely old man telling a story. Then again, maybe it wasn’t all crazy- Hanzo and his brother both had power over ancient spirit dragons for god’s sake! Maybe this island had some forgotten magic of it’s own, after all.

The next couple days, Hanzo went on with his life and thought nothing about his old friends’ story. Then, he started to notice just how many seals would congregate on the rocks near his house; but he reasoned that it was most likely because of the abundant amount of fish and sunlight in that spot that was ideal for relaxing.

Then he thought more about what James had said- how ‘a handsome young lad like him’ truly has no one to share his life with. Hanzo never paid it any mind until someone brought it up. Genji was always more charming and likeable than him in their youth, so he just accepted that. He expected that he’d have to go along with an arranged marriage like his father, have some children, and live his life as the head of the clan. But life has a way of making other plans, since he had to cut his brother down after their father died, his entire world had fallen apart, and he had to find a way to start life all over again.

One day, after meditating on the beach, he stood up and walked closer to the ocean. The waves had started to lap at his feet and he stopped when he was about knee deep in the water. He thought about everything all at once- his brother, the clan, his parents, the life he left behind. For years he was hellbent on a constant search for redemption. And through it all, what did he have to show for it? For his sacrifice, his time in Overwatch? What will his legacy be?… Will anyone remember him when he’s gone? Would anyone accept and love him after all he’s done? Does he even deserve that?

The tears he didn’t even know he had been holding inside had started to fall.

One,

A sob

Two,

Three

He starts to weep

Four,

Five,

Then, finally… bawling

Six,

Seven

He falls to his knees and cries into his arm, hiding his shame from the rest of the world.

Once he calmed down, he made his way back to the cabin to go change out of his soaked clothes. He looked around and noticed that the seagulls and waves had gone quiet and that’s when saw something moving off to the side on the rocks nearby.

He saw a figure draped in what looked like a long, dark, iridescent, fur coat. He watched her as she shed and laid on top of it while she lounged on the rocks, with a content smile on her face and her naked body basking in the sunlight. She was the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.

An all powerful sense of longing crashed into him like a tidal wave; he never wanted to get close to someone so much in his life. He doesn’t know what possessed him to walk over to her right then and there, throwing any sense of caution or apprehension to the wind. Once his footsteps hit the sand, she shot up and immediately turned to face him, clutching at the coat covering her body. He froze, and for the longest time they said nothing; just stared at each other, waiting for a response and wondering what the other’s one’s next move might be.

He was close enough now to get a good look at her- her hair was long, her skin was a cool tone, and her eyes were dark, clear, and blue like the ocean. He reached a hand out and slowly approached her. She lowered herself from her rock and started to walk towards him. He stepped back, almost afraid of her at first, then froze again. When she got close enough, she gently placed a hand on his cheek and traced her fingers along his jawline. He noticed that her skin felt cool to the touch and shivered when he felt her fingers travel down the sinews of his neck and along his collarbone. Through the fabric of his shirt, he could feel the gentle press of her palm over his heartbeat.

The lives of humans had piqued a deep curiosity in her. Each day they would meet at the same spot, and over time, they had begun to learn more about one another. He taught her how to use a bow, while she taught him how to swim and catch salmon with his hands. He told her all about his home and life on the surface. He even cast aside his fear of embarrassment and showed her the fisherman’s dance from his homeland, which amused her greatly.  

The first time Hanzo invited her to his home, she tried saké for the first time. Much to her naivety, she drank too much too fast, and Hanzo soon followed. Before long, inhibitions were thrown aside, their faces glowed, and their bellies were full of laughter and warmth from the alcohol. They were sitting on the sofa by the fire when she climbed on top of him and softly brushed her lips against his, then wrapped her arms over his shoulders to hold him close. The kiss deepened and he held their bodies flush together, his hands taking in every curve, almost worried she might slip away if he let go.

“Stay with me… please.” he whispered into the crook of her neck

Her voice was filled with sorrow,

“I- I can’t.”

His kisses trailed down her collarbone to her sternum,

“You will never want for anything… I can take care of you.”

He paused to look up at her reverently, waiting for a reply,

“Please…”

She had a sad look in her eyes, and then perked up when she thought of an idea.

“A year. I will stay with you for a year. If I’m unhappy, by the time a year has passed, I go back to the sea.”

Hanzo shed tears of joy and wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her into another deep kiss,

“I guess I will have to make you happy, then…”

The legend says that selkies make great wives, but their hearts will always have a powerful longing for the sea. So in order to keep his new wife happy, he purchased the property along with the cottage on the shore where they had found each other. In the morning, he could find her wading in the shallow water looking up at the sky before dawn. This was her time, so he gave her space and stood in the doorway while they both watched the sun come up. During restless nights, she would lay his head down on her lap and sing songs to him while brushing her fingers through his hair as he drifted off to sleep. He fell more in love with her with every passing day.

He bought clothes for her- thick wool sweaters and coats to keep her warm, and light breathable yukatas for warmer days to wear around the house. She loved the intricate patterns of flowers and clouds that were dyed onto the fabric in vibrant colors of all shades; but her most favorite was a dark kimono he gifted her with water lilies that shone bright shades of blue, green, and purple in the black silk when pointed at the sunlight.

The first night they made love was filled with as much nervous but impassioned hesitation as one might expect. Hanzo trailed his warm hands to calm the gooseflesh creeping up on her shoulders and left soft kisses in his wake. She arched her back when his mouth found her breasts and he suckled and rolled his tongue against the small hardened peak and repeated his attention onto the other side. He moved down her body and nestled his head between her legs, holding her hips in place and taking his time. She combed through his air and let out a soft moan when his lips and tongue found the delicate bundle of nerves and brought her closer to the edge all while lavishing her with praises.

He crawled up between her legs and she turned him over so that she was on top of him. She straddled his hips, and teased him briefly by grinding him against her folds then he slowly moved inside. She rolled her hips against him in a slow rhythm, having complete control of the pace. He looked up at her adoringly, then flipped over and started becoming more wild and erratic with his thrusts. She arched up against him and dragged her nails down his back when he hit all the right spots. He held her body close and spread kisses up and down the crook of her neck, whispering soft praises and love into her ear. She cried out when she came and felt a warmth spread as he finished inside her.

Afterwards, they held each other and whispered sweet nothings while he inhaled the ocean’s scent in her hair as she nuzzled into his chest and her fingers traced the lines of his elaborate tattoo. Every night thereafter, he could taste the saltwater on her skin.

He tried burning the coat. Once; on a night after they had been arguing when he was sure that she would find it and run away. He threw it into the fire while she was sleeping, and a minute later he heard a godawful shriek of pain coming from upstairs. She was writhing on the bed and the skin on her arms had started turning a angry and violent red. He put two and two together and rushed back downstairs to pull the coat out and stomp out the fire. He never bothered asking for forgiveness, knowing in his heart he didn’t deserve it, so he expressed his apology through his actions: applying salve to the burns on her skin, dressing her wounds every day, and holding her close every night. From then on, he kept the coat folded neatly in a large lacquered box under the floorboards of the house and never lashed out at her again.

A few weeks later, she had started becoming nauseous at certain smells and vomiting. Hanzo was worried that it was a side effect of her being stuck on land for too long, thinking that she might need to return to the ocean or she’ll die. Turns out, it was morning sickness.

Hanzo was elated at the news, and so was she. They were going to start a family! He brought her into town to shop for baby clothes and furniture, never once leaving her side. James and Aoife were curious about his new wife, having never seen her before in their small tight knit community.

“Where are you from, dear?” Aoife asked innocently

“She’s a selkie, darlin’, I already told ya!”

“Hush, dad!”

James pulls Hanzo to the side while Aoife helped his wife pick out some baby clothes.

“So, it worked, did it?! I knew it! The stories couldn’t’ve all been shite! How’d you do it? How’s life been for her on the surface? She doing alright?”

“James, although we are friends, I would appreciate it if you did not ask such outlandish questions about my new wife. They were only stories, old friend, nothing more.”

Hanzo felt bad for dismissing his old friend, especially since he was right; and James was noticeably hurt by this.

“Alright. Y’know…”

His once jovial expression suddenly grew dark and a grave seriousness was brought out in his tone.

“I’m not mad, boy. My wife Fiona may be gone, but I know a selkie when I see one! Their home is the sea, you know; an’ bless you for living close by, but it’s not the same to them. Once I gave my wife back her coat, she was gone for seven years! But in life, my Fiona was happy and she could come and go to the sea as she chose. It wasn’t until our Aoife was in primary school that she saw her for the first time and decided to stay. You can’t keep her from her home like that without at least giving her a choice! I saw the red marks on her arms… If a selkie’s coat is harmed, they can feel it. Don’t tell me you tried to burn her coat, lad?!”

Hanzo didn’t like being confronted, and he could kill the old man right then and there if they weren’t out in public. The fact that this man knew more than he let on brought out old impulses in Hanzo of wanting to tie up loose ends and how he would do away with a ‘problem’ like this in his old life. But he was a new man now, a good one; and he didn’t want to risk losing the happy life that he was about to have with his wife and child. He only snapped out of his incensed rage when his wife walked over to them.

“Hanzo?”

He almost jolted when she touched his arm.

“Yes? What is it, love?”

“Aoife and I are done shopping. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, beloved; I’m fine.”, he reassured her as he kissed her forehead.

He put his arm around her shoulder and the two started walking to their car. When his wife was out of earshot, he quickly walked over to James while Aoife was talking on the phone to her husband. Hanzo leaned forward then shot a look at James with his eyes full of hatred, and gave him a warning:

“Don’t ever talk to me or my wife again.”

Soon enough, Hanzo and his wife had set up a makeshift nursery in their tiny home, filled with clothes, toys, a changing station, and a canopy crib surrounded by a painted mural of the ocean.

There was a hurricane on the night she went into labor. The contractions had started and she clutched onto her stomach. Because of the weather, it was impossible to bring her to the hospital or call a doctor. While Hanzo ran upstairs to get medicine and the bed ready for an impromptu at-home birth, she slowly staggered out of their home and into the storm.

“I’m sorry”

He ran after her. They got separated when a tree was struck by lightning and fell over, blocking his path. Once he found another way around, he frantically searched the woods and shore until her cries gave way to the sound of the howling wind and roaring thunder. He kept trying to call out to her until his throat was raw and he could no longer make out her footprints in the sand. And in his grief he fell to his knees; the howl he let out was not human.

When the storm cleared the next morning, his exhausted and disheveled body remained in place, too despondent from the night before. His gaze was downcast and empty, staring off into the horizon but focusing on nothing in particular. There was a sound of something lumbering towards him, but he paid it no mind. Then he felt a tug as a bull seal bit down and pulled at him on his pant leg. Once the seal got his attention it started moving its body like an excited dog towards inland, down to where the sea joins with the river. He stood up and decided to follow the creature as it dove back into the water and occasionally lifted its head to turn and make sure he was still following behind.

The seal led him to a grotto a few hundred feet from where he last saw her footprints wash away on the edge of the river. He crept into the small cave and there, laying on her side at the edge of the water, was his wife. Her hair clung to the shape of her form, the dark color giving off the impression of her coat and a small pool of blood gathered at her lower half that trailed down into the water. Her skin was sickly white and pale, and to his relief he saw that she was alive, but barely- her body shivering weakly from the cold.

He rushed over to her side and held her close, kissing her forehead and rocking her back and forth.

“I’m sorry… she needed… the water…”

“Shh shh shh it’s alright, I’m here…”

She turned around to face him and in her arms was their newborn daughter- contentedly nursing at her breast while wrapped up in her own little white fur coat.

[the-short-stouts-tavern]

The Last Drop

“This shall be remembered as one of the darkest days in Azeroth.”

The beautiful forests of Val’sharah, for days, had become hustled with the encroaching corruption slowly filling its lands. The war between the druids of Cenarius and the satyrs of Xavius came to a head at this location. At the Temple of Elune, the night elf goddess of the Moon. There, the priestesses and druids banded together to prevent this holy sanctuary to become corrupted as well.

There, they were forced to do the unthinkable. Ysera the Dreamer, former Aspect of the Emerald Dragonflight and protector of nature - corrupted by the Nightmare - was brought down.

Standing before the verdant remains, Tyrande Whisperwind, High Priestess of Elune, spoke a silent prayer for her departed friend.

“But hope remains.”

Tyrande walked forward, to the beautiful flower that erupted from the center. She took within her grasp a small, almost miniscule thing. A teardrop.

The Tears of Elune. It floated effortlessly from her hand, but never left her eyes.

She turned around and took another look at the heroes that helped her. The ones who secured this bittersweet victory. Who comforted her in their presence as they tried to help her find her beloved husband, Malfurion.

“Heroes, I must ask that you take this to Dalaran. No doubt Xavius and his ilk will try and attack this place again. It is better if it is secure in the city.”

She waved her hand forward and allowed the tear to float gently through the air. It finally laid rest in the plated glove of a dwarf.

“I won’t let ye down, ma’am.” The dwarf replied, bowing his head respectfully.

Beside Kegoc stood the druid night elf Nysian, leaning gently on his staff. He watched the tear in the dwarf’s hand, then looked away.

This was noticed by Tyrande, who walked over to the druid. “Though I am not as connected to the Emerald Dream as you, archdruid, I know how it feels.” She laid her hand on the druid’s shoulder. “But Elune’s grace has given us a chance to move forward. It is what the Dreamer would want.”

Nysian took a breath, then nodded. “Yes, my lady. You are correct. I will...move forward.” He moved his hood over his head, the hood forming a triangular shape as it struggled to keep his ears inside.

With a final goodbye, the two heroes slowly began to walk away from the temple.

Kegoc watched in front of him as the tear danced in his palm, as they walked slowly down the walkway in the center of the forest.

“It’s amazin’ how weightless it floats.”

“Yet the burden is weighed heavily upon us.” Nysian replied, walking in front of Kegoc. This sudden shift in character perplexed the dwarf, who stepped faster to stand beside the night elf.

“Oy...you alight, lad?”

Nysian kept walking. “It’s going to be a long walk back and we’re going to need to find a suitable hippogryph rider to fly us to Dalaran. We must make due haste.”

He soon found that he had gotten a few feet ahead before he turned back to see Kegoc standing still, staring him down. “....what?”

“It’s going to be a long walk, an’ I know ye kin stay quiet fer ages. So speak up.”

Nysian narrowed his eyes, then sighed. “I may just be a bit worried about what we have on our person.” He pointed at the floating tear in Kegoc’s hand. “And, keeping it out where anyone can see it.”

Kegoc frowned, then moved the tear into his bag. “My apologies, lad. There, no one kin’ see it.”

Nysian was silent for a moment, then nodded. “Thank you.”

“...........”

Kegoc and Nysian stood silent for a moment, then started to notice a loud cry slowly come into earshot. They looked around.

“..aaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAA”

The duo looked up to the sky and saw a burning figure spin gently through the air. After a moment the gentle falling became a free fall. “AAAAAAGH”

Kegoc and Nysian stepped aside as they saw this unfortunately familiar figure tumble on the ground and into the grass nearby. Sparks floated around as the mage slide belly-first through the ground, causing a small fire to erupt nearby.

Slowly, the figure stood up and dusted his robe. “Ahh, that is not good vantage point for travel.”

Kegoc smiled as he walked forward. “Ah, Nittenook. Was worried about ye.”

“Ah, really?” Nittenook smiled.

“Nah, but th’ mountain isn’t on fire so I’m good regardless!” Kegoc replied with a grin as he smacked the draenei’s side.

“Haha. Highmountain was big fun! Should all go next! Tauren very angry up there and weird drogbar things punched me off mountain.”

“Haha, yeah, sounds g-....wha’?” Kegoc frowned.

“Yes! Punched right in face. Was not very fun. Seemed nice, though.” Nittenook frowned.

Nysian sighed, but couldn’t help but smile at the reemergence of another friend. He walked forward. “It’s good to see you, Nit. And....”

After a moment, Nysian narrowed his eyes as something came into view.

“Nit, what is that on your back?”

Nittenook looked over at the druid, then smiled wide. “Ah! That is another treasure from Highmountain.” He turned around. On the back of Nittenook laid a basket strapped around his body. In that basket was the form of a giggling baby tauren.

“Is she not cute?” Nittenook moved his hands to unstrap his backpack and grasped the baby in his arms. “Was just in a river on Highmountain. Was very close to bears. Probably left there to feed, so free stuff!”

Kegoc’s eyes widened as he took the tauren from the draenei’s grasp. This abrupt action caused the baby to begin crying. “What are ye THINKING, Nittenook?!”

“....freeeeeee stuff?”

“This is, clearly a lost child, Nittenook.” Nysian watched the bawling baby with a grimace. “It reeks of wet fur and irresponsibility.”

“That irresponsibility is just th’ burnin’ cloth from him.” Kegoc replied.

“WHAT?” Nittenook spoke up over the wailing of the baby. “CANNOT HEAR YOU FROM DEFECTED CHILD.”

Nysian grimaced. “It’s, probably a good idea to silence that child before Sargeras himself comes in.”

Kegoc sighed, trying to rock the child gently. “I don’t do well wit’ children. I only had Sareva around when she were but 5, an’ she was a problem child.”

“WAAHHHHHHHH”

“Hmph. Let me try.” Nysian walked forward and grabbed the child from Kegoc, moving it up. The tauren sniffed slightly as it watched the druid.

The druid stuck his tongue out. “Myaaaaah”

The tauren giggled, clapping its hands.

The druid shifted his face to form the head of a cute baby seal, with a few ‘arf’s which prompted even more laughs. It seemed like it was working.

The next form it took was the form of a cat head, and the fangs from the head must have been too striking, because the frightening visage prompted an even more horrified cry from the baby. “WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH”

Nysian shifted his face back, frowning. “Ugh...”

Nittenook grabbed the child back. “The child, she seemed okay with me.” Nittenook nodded. The child sniffed, then giggled as it shifted around in the draenei’s warm robe. Warm being, charred.

Both Nysian and Kegoc stared at the mage, then at each other. Then they both sighed. They knew splitting up the team was a bad idea, but noooo. Sareva told Nittenook to see about the Highmountain tribe, then told them to go to Val’sharah. Deal with more places at once to fight the Legion fast.

Feh.

Kegoc took off his plated gloves and grabbed the child again. This time, away from the cold plate, the child seemed more accepting. “This is ridiculous.”

Nittenook scratched his beard of tentacles, frowning. “Is it not wise to take rewards from the land? We did so on Draenor?”

Nysian frowned. “We did, but they were boring things on the ground. Love-lost necklaces, a stick holding up a rock..a bird here and there. We never took an orc child.”

Kegoc nodded, gently letting the tauren shift around in his hands. He sat down, putting down his satchel and letting the baby down on the ground. “Besides, th’ last thing we need in our lives is a child on our adventures.” He narrowed his eyes. “Also, Nit, this here is a male, not a female.”

“Pah!” Nittenook looked away. “Preposterous. I know a female cowman when I see one.”

“Nit, you didn’t know Meirah was a female draenei for a long time.”

Nittenook looked over at Nysian, then ‘pah’ed once more. “She was showoff. Tried too hard. Ample symptoms of male draenei. So easy to get confused.”

“Hm, not to everyone else, bud.” Nysian sighed.

Kegoc nodded, then looked up at Nittenook, letting the tauren crawl around. “Also, losin’ focus here. Point is, we’re headed t’ Highmountain t’ deal with this fast.”

Nittenook frowned. “Aw.”

Nysian walked forward. “Hold on, now. We must first go to Dalaran, and then we can go to Highmountain.”

“Th’ lad’s family is probably worried sick, Nysian.”

“And I accept that.” Nysian continued. “But we have a mission, do we not? We must get the tears of Elune t-...to...t-”

Nysian stopped, eyes focused away from Kegoc, his mouth shaking and gaped. Kegoc, blinking, turned his head around.

The three watched as the tauren held up the floating tear of Elune, giggling from the light it brought.

“.............wa-”

Kegoc was interrupted by the tauren taking a large bite into the precious Pillar of Creation, effortlessly chewing into the base. It began to shimmer from the solid shape from before into a liquid form, which the tauren greedily suckled fully into its mouth, much like a baby cow would do to its mother’s udder.

With a burp, the tauren giggled.

Nysian and Kegoc looked devastated.

Nittenook clapped his hands. “Good girl mancow!”

The tauren let out a happy cry of content as its form began to glow a blue, heavenly light. Slowly the tauren began to float into the air.

“...N...Nittenook, GRAB HIM!” Nysian cried out.

Nittenook, taken aback by the order, composed himself as he began to run forward. “Friends, it is okay! She is more powerful than ever thanks to our help!”

“Nittenook, just...gently grab him an’ put him on the ground. We need t’ get th’ Tear out a’ him...

“Just...Nittenook, just....” Nysian gritted his teeth, frustrated. The soft-spoken druid was never one to show his frustrations often, opting to let those around him do it for him.

“Look, I bet she is able to control her height!” Nittenook clapped. “Oh, is so nice to see magic child become adept a-”

“PUT HER ON THE GROUND, YOU...IDIOT.” Nysian shouted.

This caused the child to stop giggling, looking over at the druid with wide eyes. Nittenook, as well, looked over, a shocked expression on his face.

The child’s eyes narrowed as he let out a loud burp in the direction of the druid. This not only caused a small shaking of the ground around them, but it also caused the light around the baby to shine brighter. With a cry, the baby erupted in that light, shooting itself high into the air, faster than anything the trio had ever seen. With a shimmer, the baby seemed to shoot far to the west.

.........

“Great.” Nysian composed himself, moving his hand to his face with a grumble. “Just....great.”

Kegoc sighed, moving his hand over his gray beard. “Aye, grand.”

“Now I need to...find a child holding the power of creation....could feel faint...” Nysian began to walk away from the two.

Kegoc sighed, putting on his gloves and picking up his bag. “Right....come along, Nit.”

Nittenook watched as the two began to walk away. Kegoc stopped, however, looking behind him.

“...Nit?”

“...did...Nysian mean that?” Nittenook asked Kegoc, frowning.

“What, the....oh.” Kegoc grimaced, looking away for a moment. “Lad, it’s a bit...complicated at th’ moment.”

“...I see.”

“Come on, lad.” Kegoc motioned for the mage to follow him, as he began to walk behind the druid.

The mage, scratching the side of his beard, slowly began to follow.

And yet, unbeknownst to them, a shadowy figure loomed in the greenery above them. A wicked grin crept along the figure’s face.

"Well...that’s not something you see every day.”

TO BE CONTINUED.

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Out of Time Chapter 1

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“Give me the gun.” She holds her hand out. He tightens his grip on it, his eyes wild in his fear. She understands. She feels the same terror running through her.

“I… can’t.” His head shakes as hard as his body does.

“You are a doctor not a soldier. Please Doctor Fraser.” She holds her hand out again. “We don’t want anyone hurt.” Her eyes run over the children, huddled together behind him. “I swear I will keep them safe.”

He looks down at the gun and slowly loosens his grip on it. He took the handgun from the security guard after he pronounced him dead. One of so many. A deep breath as he looks into the eyes of Captain Beauchamp. She would see to them. He places it in her hand before falling onto the floor.

“Ah bloody…” Three pairs of eyes meet hers, the children Dr. Fraser is taken care of. “Sorry guys.” She drops to the floor and takes his pulse. It is steady. His eyes are already fluttering. Just a faint then. She can’t blame him. “Dr. Fraser.”

“I ahh… Sorry about that.” He sits up carefully.

“Doctor Jamie, you okay?” Six year old Fergus asks. The poor lad was in hospital with a bad case of the flu. He is better just in time for…

“Thank you Fergus. I am bawl. Just a bit of overexcitement.”

“Doctors don’t get really sick.” Four year old Faith explains. She is recovering from a broken leg, surgically fixed.

“Yeah they do.” Seven year old Willie argues, “Don’t they Doctor Jamie?”

He is in hospital for a bad case of chicken pox. Jamie tries to smile. “That is right Willie.”

“We need to move these children away from windows. Any place in the hospital without windows?” He refocuses on her. This is important. They are responsible for the children.

“The basement where the morgue is.”

“That works.” She turns towards the children. “Can you guys walk, besides you sweetie?”

“I can. I am just itchy.”

“Me too, I mean walking.”

“I need to get their charts and any medicine they need.”

She nods. “I will carry…”

“Faith, that’s Faith. Fergus and Willie.”

“Very good. Grab supplies and we will start towards the basement. We need to take the stairs.” She looks out the window and shivers, “and we need to hurry.”

He grabs the charts and fills a bag with medicine, what the children will need and also what they might need. He fills it as full as he can. He then hurries towards the stairs.

She carries Faith, with the lads beside her. They are heading down the stairs as quick as they can. There is no way o shield them from the sights of the dead. They just hurry past them.

“Are my parents dead?” Faith asks, her voice low.

Probably, she thinks. All their parents probably are. But, she wasn’t willing to say that, not yet. The doctor is coming. Maybe it would be best if he broke that news. Stalling, she says, “We don’t know honey.”

“Mine are,” Fergus states as he hurries past another dead body, “They died a long time ago. I am in care.”

“I’m sorry.” Willie offers. The two hold hands with Willie also clinging to Claire.

“It as a long time ago.”

Doctor Jamie catches up with them. “Everyone okay?”

“There is a lots of dead people.” Faith answers.

“I know lass.”

“Is my parents?”

The adult’s eyes meet as they head down the same stairs. “Faith, we need to get to the basement,” Each stair landing has a window, “Then we will talk about it, okay?”

“Promise?”

“I do.”

She nods, content with that.

They hurry towards the door that leads to the basement. Jamie pulls it open and they enter. Both adults let their breath. Safe for now.

The children look around, with shudders. “I know. But there is no windows down here.”

“Doctor Jamie, will we able to be outside again?” Willie asks. He rests against the wall, the stairs having worn him out. Jamie does a quick check as he decides how to answer. The truth is best, he decides, no matter how hard it may be to hear.

“”I am not sure. I pray so, maybe when it gets dark.”

“What was it, that thing, that killed all those people?” Faith inquires. Claire had laid her down on the couch the previous occupants used during breaks. She was scanning the room for things they could use.

Jamie looks to the soldier. Whatever was out there, he assumes it came from the military. She catches his look and frowns. “It didn’t come from us, not that I know of, anyway.” Sighing she addresses the children. “Guys, I am not sure but I will to my best to find out. We will keep you safe.”

It is all they can promise for now.

“I am so glad you were in the ward when this began.” He tells her. The children are asleep, their illnesses and injury and the terror of the situation, knocking them out.

“Me too. A strange coincidence. If my mate hadn’t had a child…” they both stop and catch their breath. The lass and her child had been taken by the strange phenomenon. “Well,” she clears her throat. The grief is still very much present but has to be put aside for emergency. “I wouldn’t been there.”

“I am sorry for… but glad you are here. My medical training doesn’t cover this.” He stands, his hands tight on one of the autopsy tables. It is starting to catch up with him. The gasps and silent dropping. He and his staff trying to save those beyond their help. One by one his staff dying with their patients. Until only three children, himself and the soldier remain.

“Neither does my training but, between us, we just might get ourselves and the children out.” She is studying the cement walls checking for any cracks, any way the mist can get in.

“We are safe here?”

She thinks so. “I believe so. The problem is we can’t stay here. We have to move. Eventually. We don’t know if it will remain in the night. Someone has to see.” He jerks, causing the table to.

“Your not suggesting?”

“What else? Someone has to see. The hospital has to have a gas mask, eh?”

He thinks. They do, where? A minute later, “Aye, on the second floor. In the storage closet. It is down the second corridor.”

“Thank you.” She starts towards the door.

“Wait, maybe I should…”

“Look Dr. Fraser, we can discuss feminism in survival situations another time. “

“Quoting Jurassic Park, are you?”

“Very good. I am trained for this. Don’t worry.” He huffs. “Alright, try not to worry to much.”

He breaths out harshly. “Alright. On your way soldier. Hurry back.”

“I will.” She slips out.

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Roommate Wanted Chapter 57 A Day in the Life

AO3

She holds him to her chest, swaying. He is just waking up and it is a hard adjustment for the almost four month old baby. “I know Óri, mam knows.” Jamie dresses quickly so he can take him allowing Claire to get dressed. He won’t nurse until he expresses his displeasure at being awake.

 

“Come her little man.” He takes him in his arms, holding him against his heart. “Mornings sick, huh?” Claire rolls her eyes as she slips on a pair of leggings and an oversized t-shirt. It is her standard outfit when she has pre-natal appointments, as she does this morning.

 

Jenny knocks and is welcomed in. “Little master still having a problem greeting the day?” Claire nods as she pulls up her hair in a high tail. “Look Óri James Lambert Fraser, you are living on a working farm. You must get past this eversion to the sunrise.” He stills under the firmness of his Auntie mam’s voice. He brings his hand up to his mouth and starts to suck.

 

“Come let me give you breakfast.” He is placed on her breast as Jamie heads out to check on the sheep and Jenny goes to make breakfast.

 

They eat breakfast together and discuss the plans for the day.  “I have three appointments. No one is close to labor so I should be home for lunch.”

 

“I need to head into town for supplies. I can take Óri.” Jamie offers. Despite being the lads father he gives his sister equal say in all decisions regarding him.

 

“That would be good. I need to do some weeding and it is getting a tad to cool to have him outside.”

 

After hugs and kisses all around, Claire leaves to see to her clients. Jamie dresses his son for the ride into town and grabs a note of breast milk and the portable bottle warmer and they head out. Jenny cleans the kitchen and heads out to weed.

 

“I hear two heartbeats. Marcia, I think you are having twins.” Her first time mam looks up at her in shock. Her husband slips into a chair.  “We can do a sonogram to confirm.”

 

“Please do.” She is right and after a talk about how this effects her care from here on out, she sends the shocked but joyful couple home.

 

“Your bairn?’ the shopkeeper asks. Jamie has him in a front carrier, facing out. He waves his arms and legs around.

 

“Aye, meet Óri James Lambert Fraser. Óri meet Murtagh.”

 

“He sure is a bawl laddie. Reminds me of you when you were just a baby.”

 

“Thank you. He is our heart.” Óri’s hands go to his mouth and he starts chewing. “Och, he is hungry.”

 

“Nae Jamie, he is cutting a tooth. Note the slobbering.” Murtagh reaches back to grab something from behind him. He presents it to Óri. A cleaned rib bone.

 

“Murtach, we haven’t even given him cereal yet.” He protests.

 

“It isn’t food just a tool to help him cut that tooth through.” He nods down at the baby. Jamie looks. His son is biting down tight on it with a look of concentration.

 

“Aye thank you. This is new to all of us.”

 

“You are welcome. Next time you come bring his mam with you.” He nods not saying which one. Lots of people know but not all. It will slowly get out but for now, they are already with keeping it mainly in house.

 

He sends his wife and sister a picture of Óri chewing on the bone like the mongrel dog that had been hanging around Lallybroch.

 

“😳😳😳.” Is Jenny’s reaction.

 

“Ah teething. Should have known.” Claire says.

 

They both laugh at the auld bachelor Murtagh figuring it out before them.”

 

“The problem with being first time parents.” Claire says. “would explain his fussing, poor lad.”

 

“We will do better.” Auntie mam declares.

 

“We promise.”

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A Boy's Gonna Run But, A Real Man's Gonna Stay Chapter 17 A Fire in the Night

Explicit

The tension is quite high. Quite high. Brian has men guarding the entrances and the cook has been moved into the little room off the kitchen and out of her croft. Everyone is in the main house, under guard.

Jamie paces the floor in their room. “Who would want to hurt my family.” He mumbles.

“I know Frank's relative is here but, would he be that vindictive?”

“I can see that. The blond, I wonder.”

“Do you know who it could be?” she asks from the edge of the bed.

“Possibly. There was a lass I rejected in uni. She was quite aggressive and thought the fact I had kissed her gave her rights to.. I set her straight. She has the personality to work with a relative of Frank’s but, I heard she was married, had a lad. Ah maybe. It could be Leery.”

“Jamie, you are going to wear a hole in the floor.” She softly says.

“I ken. It is just the thought of someone hurting my family. I feel the need to do something but not sure what.” She stands and approaches him and takes his lips. Kissing him deeply before falling to her knees before him. She has never done this act but knew the basics.

“Claire what?” He is already hard as stone. Just her touch did that. It amazes him every time.

“Just relax.” She says as she frees him from his sleep pants. Licking him up and down, she holds the mass of his testes in her hands. He pants her name as she works up to his tip. She takes him as far as she can and starts to suck.

Words she recognizes as Ghaildhig curses flow from his mouth as his hands land on her head. He just holds doesn't force. He is still as he can be and her mouth and hands, move. Her hand holds his bawls, the other moves across the part of him she can't place in the mouth.

More Ghaildhig as he gets to close to be still. He moves just a bit as she feels his bawls tighten. “Christ Claire! I am..” He can warn her no farther before gasping, jerking, and cum’ing. She swallows it all as he moves inside her.

“What did you say?” she asks when she catches her breath.

“I thought my heart would burst. Why did ye..?”

“You were owed, as often as you service me. I also thought it would relax you.”

“Oh, that it did.” He pulls her into a tight hug. She is facing the window and sees it first.

“Jamie! Look!” He does and sees the flames.

“F*ck!” He sprints downstairs yelling,” Fire by the tower!” Claire follows dialing 999.

It is the croft where John and Lamb had been. The men form a fire brigade as they await the actual firefighters. The save the tower but the croft is a total loss.

The men are seething with anger and the smell of smoke when they come in. Claire goes to reach for Jamie and Ellen pulls her away.

“Dinna touch him lass. He is far to angry.” They are handed whisky and start to talk.

“Leery must be involved. It had to be someone who knows Lallybroch.” Jamie offers. “Working with that bloody bastard's cousin, they make a grand team.”

“Aye. She was married but lost her husband in a pub fight.” They all cross themselves. “There is a little boy.”

“There were rumors that the bairn was your's.” Willy tells Jamie.

“I never once laid with the lass!”

“We believe ye brother. But if she is sae deranged, we need to speak with her.” Jenny softly says.

“I will!”

“Nae ye wilna. We need information. Sarah and I are more likely to get it.”

“Alright.” They all head back to bed, soon after. Jamie asks Claire to sleep apart from him. She does for half the night before re-joining him. Wrapping her arms around him, she whispers,” We are in this together. A team.”

He shudders before relaxing under her touch. “Aye. Sorry love.”

“Sh. Sleep. I have you.” He does.

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Temporary Home Chapter 22 Making-Out

NSFW

They stumble out of the resturant, drunk on each other. Claire now regrets having them take two cars. She wants to find a place to park and kiss him to they are both panting for more. She whispers this into Jamie's ear.

"I will bring ye back. I ken a place." He says as he leads her to his car. She couldn't tell you later what color it was. What the interior was made of. Her entire focus is on Jamie and getting to someplace where they can complete what they started. He drives with one hand. His other is tight around her as he drives.

He pulls up at the top of a small monro that overlooks Inverness. It is a stunning view. She takes it in for just a minute before slipping on to his lap. He pulls the seat back with one hand holding her close with the other.

"I haven't done this since I was seven and ten." He says in a choked voice as he fills her hot core against his cock.

"Sounds about right. Let's be teenagers again for a little while."

"Aye." He pulls her head down and takes her lips. What they couldn't do in public in the resturant, they have no problem doing in the privacy of his auto. There are moans and groans as tongues explore. As hands explore. His hands drift down to her bum.

"I've wanted my hands here since I first laid my eyes on yer sweet, round arse." He confesses against her neck.

"Hmm," she hums into his mouth as he happily fondles her. God did that feel good! Her hands work their way into the depths of his curles before heading to his neck. His lips drift down to her upper chest, exposed by her low neckline. She arches her body given him more access. He vroans against her skin, pearly white and so sweet under his lips and tongue. Her hands come around front to try to lossen his tie. He chuckles and move his hands off her arse to help her.

"The last time, I was in a tee-shirt and a pair of dungerees. A bit easier to maneuver."

"I was in jeans and one of my uncle's botton down shirts. No bra."

"Oh Christ!" He groans. He pulls his tie off and unbuttons the top few buttons. "And how far did the lucky lad get?"

"To second." She says working the rest of the bottons of his shirt. He slips it off when she is done. She runs her hands up his bare chest smiling as he shivers as she finds and begins to rub his nipples. "How about you?"

"Just first." He breathlessly says as she pulls on his nipples.

"Poor lad. Well let's get you to second today. There is a zipper in th back of my dress and I am not wearing a bra today either." He gulps and reaches for the back of her dress. The sound of it parting is only drowned out by the sound of them panting in anticipation. His hands touch her shoulders as he pushes the now loose dress down.

"Christ Claire, ye are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." He says when she comes into view.

"They are small."

"They are perfect. With yer ivory skin and those red nipples the size of cherries." He says as he reaches out to cup them in his hands. "Claire, ye are a vision. Believe me." And he starts to show her in action as well as words. First by teasing her nips with his fingers and thumbs.

"Oh Jesus, yes Jamie! Right there. Just like that." She groans as he pulls one deep into his mouth. "So bloody good." Lord but the feel of her grinding against his erection and the taste of her, as sweet as the cherry it resembles, is making it hard to keep the vow he made to himself not to take her in his car. He slips one hand down and moves her dress up. With a growl of frustration, he pulls away long enough to lift it off her. He return to her breast, pulling her other nipple deep in his mouth as his hand finds her sodden knickers. He moves his fingers over her. "Ohhhhhh! Please, harder. Something is.." And he remembers. She had never..and he is.. He had never felt so turned on as he slipped her knickers out of the way and places his thumb over his clit. He lifts off her breast so he can watch her. His other hand flips back and forth over her breasts as his thumb and fingers speed up. He ignores his aching bawls and thrubbing cock. Tonight is all about her. He sees the moment when her orgasm takes her over. Her eyes get wide, her mouth drops up, as her breath leaves her in a rush. She groans, first just a deep groan and then his name. Her body jerks and his hand is covered in moisture. She arches up and and then falls boneless against him. He keeps his hand where it is but gathers her close with the other. When her breathing evens out some, he moves his thumb just a little. A quick flip. It is all it takes. She shudders up against him, this time calling out, 'oh bloody hell' against his neck.

"Better?" He asked with a smile in his voice.

"Better doesn't begin to, I never knew that was possible."

"Any man, who was paying attention and put you first, could rouse such in your body. What made it so powerful is that I have also roused yer heart."

"Yes. I love you so much Jamie."

"As I do you."

"Oh, your turn." She reaches down and starts to undo his slacks.

"Nae love."

"But...I know you want me."

"Oh, I want you on a bed where I can spread ye out and service ye right. Not, in a cramped auto. Ye are worth so much more then that."

"Oh Jamie. That is...but I can at least help you tonight."

"That isn't..." But she has already slide down and off and was undoing his pants. She slipped him out of his pants and underwear and runs her hands up and down his length while cupping his bawls. And, he losses the ability to think. When that sweet mouth dips down and she starts licking him, up and down, he losses the ability to do anything but to kep breathing, whixh he does in huge gulps. When she has him sufficiently lubricated., she opens her mouth wide and takes him in. His hands drop down and hold her head, holding tight to her curles, the only anchor in the world.her head bops as her tongue works and, her hands cup his bawls and base. He losses his English and starts to cry out in Ghaildhig as his hips move in time to her mouth. She opens her throat more as his rythmn gets choppy. A few more strokes and he gasps, calls out her name, and spills deep into her open throat. She swallows it all. She pulls away and looks up at him with shiny eyes.

"Better?"

"Ah Dhai, aye! Ye are amazing Claire."

"I wanted to make you feel as good as you did me."

"Ye did. I canna wait to have ye spread naked under me and show ye what my mouth can do."

"Ohh," she feels faint at the thought. That feeling persisted all the way home.