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andreafmn · 4 years ago

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Keeping Secrets - One Shot

Word Count: 2,559

Description: (Y/N) and Hotch have been keeping their relationship under tight wraps, not wanting the team to be involved in their personal business. But too many glances and oddly timed touches make the truth come out before they can say anything.

Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT (18+ ONLY), oral female and male receiving, unprotected sex, mild choking, insemination, foul language

A/N: I'll be back to updating the current stories next week. Thankfully, I'm feeling much better 😊

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It had been a long week in Seattle working on a case and all of us were exhausted. We had about six hours until we were back home and resting in our beds… or engaging in other types of physical activities. Currently, Aaron and I were doing paperwork sat across a sleeping JJ and Emily; listening to a game of chess happening behind them between Reid and Rossi, and the soft snores of the laid-out Derek.

"So, are you coming over when we land?" Hotch whispered as he pretended to be showing me something he had written down, a beige folder shielding our faces from view.

"I don't know. We can also go to my place," I smirked. “If you want.”

"You know I always do," he smiled. Our hands started inching towards each other between the papers sprawled out on the table in front of us.

"Ugh, how much longer!" Emily yawned, her arms shooting up in a stretch. Aaron and I got startled, and settled back into our chair, the touch of Aaron's fingers rapidly becoming ghostly. It's not that we didn't trust our team but we wanted to remain a secret for as long as we could. We weren't sure if the groggy agent in front of us had seen anything, so we stayed at an arms-length until we were back in the bullpen.

"Heading out, (Y/N)?" Morgan asked as he slung his bag over his shoulder.

"I still have some paperwork to finish up. I think I'm gonna stay late to finish up," I said. Once Reid, the last member in the office, left, I headed straight to Hotch's office.

I softly knocked on the door and waited for approval to enter the closed room. Many a late-night had we spent inside these four walls, involved in activities not safe for watching in the workspace. Hotch's head was lowered and buried in a pile of papers. I cleared my throat and his head shot up, a sinful grin dancing on his lips.

"Finished all the paperwork for the case," I smiled. “Just need your signature.”

"Good. Lock the door," he commanded. As I locked the door and closed the blinds, he started clearing the desk. "Now, come here."

I quickly abided by his instruction, standing between his legs, looking up as he towered over me. "What do you want me to do, sir?"

"Someone's excited right now,'' he teased. “Couldn’t wait until we got home?”

I shook my head and we laughed as he lowered his head and crashed his lips onto mine. It was rough and hungry at first, quickly shifting into slow and passionate before we came up for air. We stared at each other's eyes before ravishing once more in an intense kiss. His lips started to travel down to my neck, lingering for the right amount of time in certain spots.

"Be careful not to leave exposed marks,'' I giggled. "Don't want people asking questions, right?"

"It looks like you might have to wear a turtleneck tomorrow," he mumbled, his lips only hovering over my skin to let the words out.

"Agent Hotchner, I'm not playing."

"I am," he said hungrily. Ever since our relationship had started, my wardrobe had changed a bit, too many turtlenecks. Aaron enjoyed leaving exposed marks on my skin, loving the thrill of possibly exposing our relationship.

His hands started working the buttons of my shirt as his mouth kept ravishing my exposed skin. My hands joined his in action and started unbuttoning his shirt, running them over his chest to remove the cloth denying our bodies to get closer. Both our shirts got piled in a corner, the rest of our clothes joining soon after.

"You are absolutely stunning, (Y/N)."

"You're not so bad yourself, sir."

"Now enough playing around. On the desk,'' he commanded in the authoritarian tone that always made my knees week and puddle to form in my downstairs. "Look how wet you are, kitten. Have you been waiting long?"

"Ever since we got into that airplane I've been imagining what you would do when we hit ground." He grinned devilishly as he lowered himself and peeled my legs at an agonizingly slow pace. His fingers tickled my skin leaving indents in my thighs’ flesh. “Aaron, please.”

“Tell me what you want, darling, and I’ll do it.”

“Make me scream,” I whispered.

He grinned once more at me and dove to devour the aching mound before him. His mouth encircled it and his tongue teased my clit, the feeling reverberating through my whole body. My body squirmed and my hands flew to his hair, tugging every time electricity coursed through my body. My right hand was free and landed on my right breast, massaging the flesh to add to the ecstasy of the moment. The moans that erupted from my throat only worked to enliven his movements.

Soon enough, Hotchner’s tongue was aided by two of his fingers, plunging into me without mercy. A scream left my mouth, letting Aaron know the gleeful energy that was coursing through me. He chuckled against me, the vibrations rushing through the already swollen clit. His fingers plunged in and out at a punishing pace, and I could feel myself already clenching around him.

“Already, ready to cum, darling? Were you really that aroused?” I nodded. The only sounds that were leaving my mouth were moans and whines of pleasure. “I need you to answer me, (Y/N), or I’ll stop right now.”

“Mm... S-Sir... I was, mm, fucking on fire,” I breathed out. The answer was what he needed to send me over the edge. “FUCK!”

My chest heaved up and down as I stabilized it, feeling Aaron’s tongue press flag against my entrance, cleaning the area of all the juices that had sprouted. “You always taste so good, (Y/N).”

He stood up and towered over me, crashing his lips onto mine. I could taste myself on him as our tongues wrestled for dominance. Aaron’s hands gripped my waist and pulled me closer to him. Our bodies pressed together as I wrapped my arms around his neck, making sure no space was left between us. I could feel his erection twitch pressed against me, it was obvious that he was painfully hard at the moment.

As we broke apart from the kiss, I pushed him back onto his office chair. It was my turn to return the favor. My hand traveled down his body and landed on his knees, spreading them apart to allow me to get closer. He hissed when I squeezed the base of his length. At this point, any sort of stimuli would send him over the edge.

I teased the tip by circling my tongue around it and chuckled as he gripped the armchairs whilst letting out guttural moans. “Don’t tease, (Y/N).”

“But where’s the fun in that?”

The real amusement started when I took him halfway into my mouth, humming laughs of pleasure to boost the feeling. I knew I was doing good when he grabbed a hold of my hair and pushed me further down his shaft, stopping at the back of my throat. He allowed me to come up for air as I started gagging, webs of drool being left behind as I wiped the inevitable pooling that had formed around my eyes.

Seconds later, I was switching from bobbing up and down his length, furthering his reach of a climax, to sucking on his crown jewels. An action that had them contracting as he got closer and closer to ecstasy. His nails were now digging into the faux leather fabric of his chair, culmination in sight. As I took his cock out of my mouth, my hands softly stroked the flesh.

"Mm, mm, sir. You don't get to cum just yet," I whispered in his ears. "I want it all inside me."

In a swift motion, his arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me up to tangle my legs around his. As we kissed, he transferred our bodies to the couch that resided in his office. My back made contact with the fabric as Aaron broke the kiss, aligning himself between my open legs. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but it didn’t matter at the moment. It would take far too long to wait until we got to either of our homes.

He stroked the head of his length from my clit to my entrance, teasing and wetting it before he entered. The stimulation had me clawing at his back, needing to feel even more connected to him than I already was.

“You’re such a tease, Aaron.”

“So, you can dish it, but you can’t take it?” He laughed. “Alright, because you did so good a while back, I’ll reward you.”

“Good,” I smiled.

He bent down to lay one more kiss on my lips before plunging deep into me. My breath hitched in my throat as I felt him inside me. There was no doubt that he was physically endowed, and my body always needed time to adjust to his size. But this time he didn’t wait, and he thrust at a punishing pace into my clenched orifice. We both wanted to feel each other as close as humanly possible, to become one in the best way we knew how.

Our bodies were sweaty, and our breath was staggered, moving at the same pace as Aaron’s thrusts. His back was marked by my fingernails and my neck was marked by his mouth. He pushed in and out of me at a rapid rhythm, hitting the right spot every time. My already wet insides were already pooling once again.

“Aaron, I’m s-so close,” I breathed out. “Don’t s-stop.”

“I wasn’t planning on it, darling.”

This lit a fire in Aaron, and he started thrusting harder than I thought possible. His free hand landed on my neck, his thumb in my mouth, the pressure only arousing us further. The whimpers and the moans that escaped my mouth mixed with the groans that Aaron was making, a blend of animalistic sounds that would alarm anyone. I felt myself clenching more and added my hand to the mixture to massage my clit, adding more pleasure to the climax that was arising.

“I don’t want you to hold back, okay?” I nodded. “I want to hear you scream.”

And scream I did. As he plunged deeper and harder, I reached the peak I was searching for, yelling out his name as I exploded around him. The tightness from my own body helping him reach his own climax, where he pushed into me his release. My body arched I felt him emptying himself inside me, his head falling onto the crook of my neck, both almost out of breath, an electric current coursing through our veins. As he exited me, his length was replaced with his fingers, pushing his seed back into me. Not a single drop to be wasted.

We relished in the aftermath, laying together on the couch. He was propped on his elbow, staring down at my face in the dimmed light of his office.

“You know this would have been a lot better if we were in my big bed,” he chuckled.

“You’re the one that came in here all hot and bothered. Couldn’t wait a couple of minutes until I finished some files.” His hand stroked my cheek, inspecting every part of my face. “But neither of us would have made it home. Too much pent-up energy in us.”

“That wouldn’t happen if we just used the no other rooms left and you stopped pairing me up with Spencer for rooming.”

“I thought it would be less inconspicuous.”

“We used to sleep together before we, you know, slept together.”

“Good thing I make the placements then. A quick switch around never hurt anybody.” He bent down and placed a kiss on my lips, a smile playing on both our mouths.

“I could always go for a round two, you know.”

Bait laid.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.”

Prey caught.

We started scavenging for our clothes, putting them on knowing full well that the second we got to my apartment they would be ripped off once again. He packed his briefcase and we headed out of his office, giggling like high school kids.

“Where you two going in such a rush?” A voice stopped us dead in our tracks, draining all the blood from our faces. Pale and shaky we turned around to be met with Emily’s smirking face.

“We’re going home for the night,” Aaron regained his composure. “We were finishing up some paperwork.”

“Okay, let’s say I believe you and let you go on your merry way,” she bargained. “How would you explain the tussled hair, the purple marks? Oh, and (Y/N), you missed a button.”

I looked down and noticed the missed button; I looked up and noticed Aaron’s hair; I touched my neck and felt the tender areas. There was no explaining that.

“So, how long has this been going on? My guess, month and a half to two months?”

“It’s been two months,” I said looking down. The blood that had rushed back depositing itself on my cheeks.

“Alright, pay up, guys.”

From the briefing room came Derek, Spencer, JJ, David, and Penelope, all laughing at their unit chief and teammate. JJ and Spencer went to Emily’s side, and each received a 20-dollar bill from the rest of the team. Not only had we been found out, but the team had known about it long enough to place bets.

“How long have you guys known?” Aaron spoke up, a sigh leaving his lips.

“We started noticing certain behaviors roughly two weeks ago,” Dave answered.

“You guys hid it very well for the first month, we’ll give you that,” JJ interjected. “But you got sloppy.”

“In what way? We always watched our moves in front of you guys.”

“Well, hand placements staying longer than needed; playful stares; overnight workdays; the turtlenecks; not to mention you guys holding hands on the plane whenever you think we aren’t looking,” Spencer mused. “But you could have told us.”

“You know we would have kept your secret,” Derek added.

“And we know that but it’s a bit more complicated than that.”

“Us being in a relationship is a potential liability to the team. If Strauss found out one or both of us could lose our jobs or be transferred,” Aaron explained. “We didn’t want you guys to have to compromise yourselves with our secret.”

“Oh my gosh! You both know we would never let that happen,” Penelope chimed. “It’s better that we know. Now, we can look out for the both of you.”

“Thanks, guys. We really appreciate it,” I smiled.

The team congratulated us with hugs and excitement, this time before leaving for real. Aaron and I caught a separate elevator, laughing at what had happened. We both knew our relationship wouldn’t have stayed a secret for too long before they found out, but we truly believed we had been doing a better job at hiding it.

“Are you still coming over?” I smiled up at Aaron, being engulfed by his arms. His chin resting on my head.

“It pains me that you have to ask,” he laughed.

It was going to be a long night.

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siswritesyanderes · 4 years ago

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Yay Doctor who discussion! I missed talking about it since it's not trending much anymore, so if you ever have any more yandere DW headcanons/stuff to share I'm all for it lol

(I’m going to go ahead and use they/them pronouns for the Doctor, since I’m now broadening it to refer to any regeneration, including Thirteen, but if you want to request a specific Doctor, then that’s gravy, too.) This shouldn’t fly in the face of canon or how things work in the universe of the show too much, but also canon is pretty bonkers, so.

They use the TARDIS to control where/how far you go, but they don’t usually keep you shut up inside; the Doctor adores the universe, and they want to show you every beautiful sight on every planet, every moon, in every galaxy.

The catch is, the Doctor’s tolerance for danger is gone, now that they have you; the moment something mysterious or creepy happens (as it always does) in the place the two of you are visiting, they nope out of it so fast. No investigating, no problem-solving; they just drag you back to the TARDIS and shoot off in the other direction. (If it’s something particularly juicy or personal, they might just leave you in the TARDIS and solve the problem while you’re safe, but for the most part they stay out of stuff.)

(The universe becomes a darker place without the Doctor’s help, but they choose not to notice. Somewhat delusional yandere.)

Most Doctors aren’t particularly the jealous type. Not in the usual way, at least; they don’t care if you have flings, on the various planets you visit. You can kiss or *ahem* enjoy whoever you like; they consider it proof that they’re taking good care of you. Giving you a taste of all the joys of the universe. But it can’t be more than that! If you mention wanting to build a life with someone else, or settle down on any planet, you will never even see that solar system again.

(You already haven’t seen your own solar system since they first took you to see the stars.)

And well, if some of them like to do small things here and there to make your flings suffer, just when the opportunity presents itself, well that’s mischief, not jealousy. Not the same thing at all. Completely different, actually.

Their delusional behavior is a facade, but it’s as much to fool themselves as you. Fundamentally, the Doctor is addicted to you. You make them so happy, and the Doctor wants to be happy. Don’t they deserve happiness, after all this time? Don’t they deserve the basic indulgence of obliviousness? How many centuries have they been bearing this cursed mantle?

They make sure they have a means of making more of you, if something goes wrong, whether it’s as rudimentary as cloning or straight up pushing you into their time stream. (Different Doctors would have different methods.)

That isn’t to say that you’re dispensable at all! Keeping you perfectly safe and close and well-cared-for is like a salve to the Doctor’s centuries of guilt for how many of their companions and friends end up irreparably altered, displaced, or dead. The Doctor is able to see their own goodness exclusively in how well you’re doing.

They scan you with their screwdriver multiple times a day, to make sure everything is fine. You can’t develop a hangnail without them knowing about it.

They go full Demons Run on anything that poses an actual shot of hurting you; that threat is obliterated as mercilessly as the Doctor knows how.

The different Doctors have different preferences, where physical contact is concerned. All of them like to rest with their head in your lap, and many of them also like to sit with your head in their lap. Some prefer for you to sit in their lap so they can wrap their arms around you and rest their face on your back. Ten and Twelve are some of the few who lie still long enough to spoon. Ten and Thirteen are some of the few for whom kissing is a major part of the affection paradigm.

N*S*F*W headcanons (TW: mentions of noncon and somno):

None of the Doctors have too powerful a libido. If they want to have sex, there’s a reason: to have kids, or to make sure you love them, or to make sure they’re supplying your needs. (Sometimes, it’ll be a matter of “You had sex with this person from this planet, so now I have to make sure you’d also have sex with me.”)

None of the Doctors would physically force you. At least, they wouldn’t see it as physically forcing you. If they wanted to have sex (again, likely for the reasons above) and you didn’t, they would either go through a whole lengthy process of romancing/coercing you or just put you to sleep (drug you) and do it while you’re sleeping. Some might just medically inseminate you. But none of them would be likely to wrestle you down or tie you up. (Well, maybe one of the old Doctors, before Nine; I haven’t seen all of those episodes, but some of those old Doctors look strict.)

Nine is surprisingly clumsy, but enthusiastic. Constantly trembling, in equal parts horror and relief.

Ten is super soppy and gentle. Every movement is slow, like he’s pushing against the weight of his sins.

Eleven bites.

#yandere doctor who #yandere headcanons #male yandere #female yandere #not harry potter

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soybeantree · 4 years ago

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a baby changes everything pt.2

pairing: do kyungsoo x (reader) genre/warning: artificial insemination, fluff word count: 3.6k description: when you decided to have a baby, you knew everything would change, but this is not what you expected… parts: o1 | a/n: october installment of our ‘trying to write a kyungsoo story for every month that he is gone’ series.

A fresh pile of folders thuds on your desk, and you raise an eye to the Filing Clerk who offers a weak smile. “You said you wanted the reports from the last three years.”

You did. You need them, but they forebode a long day. “Park wants my analysis by this evening?” You clarify, and he nods. You return the gesture before grabbing a clip and twisting

your hair up and out of your face. No time like the present to begin.

An alert sounds on your phone when you’re at the halfway point of the report pile. Resurfacing from the sea of numbers, you check the notification and suppress a string of curses. “Parent Teacher Conference” flashes on the screen. You had forgotten. You had promised your son you would remember, and you had forgotten.

The remaining half of the report pile mocks you. You have thirty minutes until the conference and no hope of making it through in time. You swipe away the alert to reveal your lock screen, a photo from Theo’s seventh birthday. Theo had covered the both of you in cake while Kyungsoo, standing behind you, managed to remain cake-free. You pick up the phone to call in the cavalry.

When you had chosen to undergo artificial insemination, against the advice and protestation of your family, you had been prepared to be a single mother. You knew, or at least thought you knew, the challenges you would face and were prepared to handle each one as they arose. After the first weeks with no sleep, no chance to shower, and no concept of self, you had been more than happy to have someone who would come on the first call.

Kyungsoo answers on the first ring. As the heir and president of a multinational corporation, one would expect to reach a secretary or voice-mail, but he answers each time.

“If Theo is still insisting that his grandfather will get him a pony for Christmas, know that I have spoken with his grandfather about it.”

“Theo hasn’t said anything about a pony.” You switch the phone to your other ear and close the file in front of you. “Have I missed a conversation?” The other end remains silent.

“Rather than offer other suggestions for your call, please tell me why you are calling.”

You chew the inside of your cheek for a moment before deciding the parent teacher conference is the more pressing issue. Kyungsoo agrees the moment you mention it. He already had it on his schedule. You can hear him climbing into his car before the call ends. With crisis averted, you return to the pile of reports.

Kyungsoo texts you when the conference ends – it went well - and asks if he can take Theo to dinner and ice cream. You agree. You have nearly finished your analysis but still need to do some grocery shopping, and grocery shopping is always easier without a seven-year-old.

They are waiting at the park down the street from your apartment when you walk by with your arm full of groceries. The bags dig into your arms, and a stray strand of hair refuses to leave your eye alone no matter how many times you blow it out of the way. After another failed attempt, you call out to the two. Theo stops mid jabber and races towards you. His face bright with enthusiasm. He restarts his jabbering as he skids to a stop in front of you. Kyungsoo follows at a milder pace. You glance from your son to him. “I take it you know what he’s saying.” You joke as you shift a bag further up your hip and blow at the stray strand again.

“Only because I was there when it happened.” He reaches forward and brushes the strand behind your ear. His fingertips graze your temple as he does. A shiver races down your spine, and you blame it on the cool autumn breeze. Taking one of the bags from you, he starts down the sidewalk to your apartment.

“I was telling you about the parent teacher conference...which you missed.” Theo huffs as he stretches his legs to match his father’s gait. You walk beside him, sandwiching the boy between you and Kyungsoo.

“I do want to hear all about that, but first what’s this I hear about a pony?” You stare down at him, and he stares at his shoes, his shoulders rising to cover his ears. “Theo?”

“The last time I was with grandpa I just said I would like a pony. I didn’t mean he had to buy me one.” He darts his gaze to you, then to his dad. Kyungsoo keeps a straight face as he stares ahead, so your son turns back to you.

You shake your head, and he smiles a toothless grin. He had lost another tooth a week ago and took every opportunity to show off the incoming big boy tooth. “What have I told you about your grandfather?”

He sighs, his tiny frame collapsing with the loss of breath, but he manages to roll his head back and stares up at the night sky. “Just because Grandpa has all the money doesn’t mean I should ask him for everything.”

“Because?”

“Because things do not make me happy.” His conviction is lacking, but you nod, encouraging him on. “And I have everything I need.”

“That’s right.” You three stop in front of the entrance to your apartment building. “Now, take that grocery bag from your father and thank him for all his help today.” His body droops even further, but he holds out his arms.

Kyungsoo clutches the bag tighter to him. “I can carry it up.”

“That’s okay. You’ve done enough.” The words slip out before you can comprehend their double meaning. Kyungsoo’s face turns to stone. “I’m sure you have work waiting for you.” You try to salvage the situation. “And Theo is more than capable of carrying groceries.”

He nods. A forced smile pushes against his cheeks, but he drops to his knees to pull Theo into a one-armed hug before handing him the bag. When he stands, you two stare at each other. His fingers twitch, ready to reach out for you. And he could. It would be normal, natural, but you remain rooted to the concrete. In the end, he waves, an awkward gesture, and is gone.

Even after seven years, you are still trying to figure out your relationship with Kyungsoo. When you had selected sperm for insemination, you had never expected to meet the donor or have any form of relationship with him. Fate is funny though. Before you had even given birth to Theo, Kyungsoo entered your life. He was there when Theo was born, and within that first month stepped into the role of co-parent. He watched him take his first steps, have his first birthday, go off to his first day of school. But he has also stood beside you when you quit your job, when you needed a plus-one to social functions, when your dad had his heart attack. Co-parent no longer seems to fit him, but nothing else does.

“I think my teacher likes Dad.” Theo pulls you back to the present as you reach your front door.

You unlock the door and hold it open for him, sneaking through with the groceries before it closes on you. “Why do you say that?”

“Because she kept going like this while we were talking.” He faces you and flutters his eyelashes. “And she laughed at everything he said, and you said that if a girl does those things it means she likes you.”

You nod along, the conversation fresh in your memory. He had come home in a state last week with many questions about girls. You had answered as many of them as you could and told him some would have to wait until he was older.

Setting the grocery bags on the counter, you start to pull things out and hand Theo the cold food for him to put away in the fridge. “Do you think your dad liked her back?” The question surprises you.

Theo shakes his head. “No. He kept doing this:” he clears his throat, loudly and pointedly, “anytime she asked him a question that wasn’t about me.”

You smother a snort and mask any sound which may have escaped with the folding of the bags. “That sounds like your dad.” The image of Kyungsoo in a too small desk forcing a starry-eyed woman back on topic threatens to unleash another snort.

“Mom, do you like Dad?” You choke on air as you face Theo. He stares at you all innocence.

“Of course, I like your dad. He’s a good dad.” You grab a handful of groceries and head for the pantry before he can ask a follow up question. “Now tell me what you talked about with your teacher and slower this time.”

He huffs but answers. “She said I should join a sports club because it would be good for my social development.” His voice goes high and airy with the last words, and you know he is quoting her verbatim.

“What did your dad say?” You ask as you grab the remaining food and head back to the pantry.

“He agreed with my teacher, and she gave him a list of the clubs.” Theo closes the fridge and climbs up on one of the counter’s stools.

“Do you have the list?” He shakes his head, and you make a mental note to ask Kyungsoo for a copy. “Do you want to join one of the clubs?” He nods. “Which one?”

“Soccer.”

You change the mental note to ask Kyungsoo what you will need to do to sign him up and who to contact about schedules and equipment. “That sounds fun. Now, you’ve still got an hour of homework time before bed.” He groans, but you pat him on the butt, shooing him off to his room.

“Mom, where are my cleats?”

“In your closet on the bottom shelf.” You hear the clatter of toppling boxes, followed by thuds which you assume are shoes being thrown aside. Someone will have a room to clean after their game. You make the mental note as you finish up the snack pack: almonds, grapes, and dark chocolate, a perfect pick me up during half time.

“Theo, are you ready?” You ask as you dump ice on the top of the cooler bag and zip it up. After two more crashes, your son appears in the kitchen, dressed in his full kit including his cleats. “What have I told you about wearing your cleats in the house?”

“Mom!” He whines, his shoulders dropping in exasperation. He, thankfully, refrains from stomping his foot.

“Don’t ‘mom’ me. Do you see those scuffs on the floor?” He twists his torso to glance at the living room floor he nonchalantly raced through. Thin white lines scar the dark wood. He faces you again and offers a grimace in apology. “Take them off, put them in your bag, and wear your sneakers until we get to the field.”

He opens his mouth, ready to protest, but one look from you silences him. He crouches down and begins to unlace his cleats. “Is dad almost here?” Kyungsoo had offered to pick you and Theo up, saving you from a forty-five-minute bus ride.

“Yes,” you grab your phone from the counter to double check his last text. “By the time you finish what I told you to do, he will be here.” Tucking the phone in your back pocket, you grab your purse.

“Which car is he bringing?” Theo glances up at you, cleats in hand. His eyes shine with expectation.

“Why does that matter?” You cross your arms and arch a brow.

He has the decency to look sheepish. “I was just wondering.”

“And I was just wondering how long it’s going to take you to put on your sneakers.” He darts off and you shake your head.

Theo reappears wearing his sneakers and with his athletic bag slung over his shoulder. You do a final check of the apartment before grabbing the cooler bag and heading down to the parking garage where you know Kyungsoo will be waiting.

He is waiting by the elevator doors. The cooler bag is off your shoulder before you even start your greeting, not that you have a chance to give one. Theo is off, talking a mile a minute, as soon as he sees his dad. Kyungsoo smiles and nods along to the excited chatter. He offers you a smile, the only greeting he can manage with Theo’s barrage. You return the greeting as you follow him to his car which to Theo’s delight is the Range Rover.

“Soobin is going to be so jealous!” He comments as he climbs in.

“One of his teammates.” You answer Kyungsoo’s furrowed brow. “Apparently, he and Theo have a bit of rivalry about whose dad is better.”

“Mine is. Soobin is stupid.”

“Theo!” You scold. Kyungsoo closes the door, saving him from your reprimand. You glare at him, but he is already walking to the back to place the cooler in the trunk. “Boys.” You sigh as you climb into the car.

Theo’s team wins. While neither of the goals was his, he did have an assist. Soobin did score a goal, and the brewing foul mood was visible to both you and Kyungsoo which was why you both enthusiastically celebrated his skills when he trudged over after the game. Kyungsoo picked him up, a feat which will become impossible in the coming years, and promised dinner at his favorite restaurant.

The three of you sit around a table laden with food. Kyungsoo had also promised him he could have anything he wanted off the menu, and Theo, the growing boy that he is, ordered more than he could consume in five dinners. You throw a look at Kyungsoo as the waiter places the last dish on the table, but he shrugs and helps Theo load food onto his plate. You grab a plate of your own and begin to fill it more modestly.

“Has work calmed down at all?” Kyungsoo asks as Theo’s mouth is too full to continue talking.

You shake your head. “Unfortunately, not. I have a pile of folders on my desk waiting for me on Monday, and I’m sure more folders will be added to it before Monday even arrives. Mr. Park said he would hire an assistant for me, but I have yet to hear of any interviews, though I’ve reminded him.” You pause, biting on your fork as you think. “Three times now. I’m ready to send him a very nasty email depending on how bad Monday is.”

“I do know the CEO of your company.” Kyungsoo suggests as he leans across the table to grab a side dish. “We’ve attended social functions together.”

“Don’t you dare.” You wag your fork at him. “I am more than capable of handling Mr. Park. Besides, he’s not that bad, and I wouldn’t want him peeing his pants after a phone call from the CEO.”

“You still pee your pants as a grown up?” Theo joins the conversation, horror contorting his features. He had to wear pull-ups to bed until he was four. When he went a whole week without wetting the bed, Kyungsoo had taken you two on a weekend trip to the beach.

“Some people do, especially if you get a call from your boss’s boss’s boss.” You side eye Kyungsoo. He smothers a smile. “You don’t have anything to worry about though. You dad would never let that happen to you.”

“Of course not, because dad is going to be my boss.” Confidence brims from his eyes as he inhales another mouthful. You glance at Kyungsoo who shakes his head.

“Theo, where did you hear that?” He asks.

“Grandpa.” Though with all the food in his mouth, it sounds more like “fampfa”. He swallows and continues. “He said that when I grow-up I’m going to work at the company and when dad is done working that I’m going to have his job.”

“Do you want to work at my company?” Kyungsoo’s question eases the chokehold that you have on your fork, and you reach for your glass of water as you remind yourself to remain calm.

Kyungsoo put an end to his family’s machinations to steal your son long before Theo was born.

Theo’s lips purse, and he rocks his head from side to side before shaking it firmly. “I don’t think so. Your work is boring. I want to have a fun job.” Kyungsoo snorts. The uncharacteristic gesture pulls a laugh from you. Within moments, the table is full of laughter.

The combination of the game, a full meal, and the gentle hum of the car ride puts Theo to sleep before you reach home. Kyungsoo carries him up to the apartment for you. While you know you should wake him to shower and change, his face, soft with sleep, convinces you to let Kyungsoo place him in his bed. You need to wash the sheets anyway.

Kyungsoo returns to the kitchen as you are pulling a bottle of wine from the hiding place in the pantry. “A nightcap?” He asks, stopping at the counter.

“I need a drink.” You go to the cabinet and pull out two glass. “Would you like some?” He nods, and you fill both, yours a little more generously than his.

He cups the glass, swirling the liquid, as you take a large gulp of yours. “Is this about my father?” He watches the dark liquid coat the edges of the glass.

You lean back against the counter next to him and nod. “I’m grateful that Theo has a relationship with his grandfather, but I need him to realize that Theo is not his heir and that he can’t just buy him whatever he wants. At the same time though, I wonder if I am a bad mom because I’m stopping someone from buying him a pony.”

“You’re not a bad mom. Theo doesn’t need a pony. If he was going to pursue Equestrian Sports, maybe.” He shrugs, smiling at you. “But I think he is happy with soccer.”

You snort, taking another sip of your wine. “Did you do Equestrian Sports when you were his age?”

“No, but I did have a horse.” You raise a brow. “I barely rode him. There wasn’t time. My father was training me to be his heir.”

“And that’s exactly what I don’t want for Theo.” You glance at Kyungsoo and find that you have slid closer to him. The wine warms your body, and you find your attention drawn to his lips as he speaks.

“I know. I’ll talk with my father.” His voice is low and husky. His lips vibrating with the words. Wine coats them, making them shine in the dim light. Perhaps, you should have turned on more lights than the lamp in the living room. Theo’s question comes back to you. Do you like Kyungsoo? “Y/N?”

You shake your head, clearing the alcohol from your thoughts. A stray hair falls into your face. “Sorry. Thank you.” You try to focus, your hand going to brush the hair out of your eye.

Kyungsoo’s hand reaches it first. He tucks it behind your ear. His hand lingers on your cheek. His fingertips light on your skin. “Sorry.” He whispers. Your cheek grows cold as he reclaims his glass and swallows a gulp. “I should call a driver. This wine is hitting harder than I expected.”

“Or,” the word slips out, and you blame the wine for loosening your lips. “You could stay the night. The couch pulls out, and I have a spare set of your clothes.” You keep your gaze fixed on the living room lamp. “It’s been a bit since we’ve got to enjoy one of your breakfasts.” You add on when the silence stretches between you.

“I see. You just want me for my body.” He breaks the tension.

You snort. The wine in your glass sloshing and threatening to spill out. “If that’s what you want to think then sure.”

He takes the glass from you and sets it on the counter next to his. You’ve both had enough wine for tonight. “Do you have stuff for breakfast tomorrow?”

“My fridge is stocked with every healthy thing imaginable.”

“Healthy.” He scrunches up his nose. His glasses fall down the bridge when he relaxes it, and you fight the urge to take them off.

“Is that a yes or no?” You speak around the lump in your throat.

He thinks. The moments tick by as you berate yourself for asking something too stupid and risqué. Kyungsoo is Theo’s dad. No matter how blurred the line between you two grows that line will always be as crisp as a fresh stroke on paper, and you should be avoiding anything that could complicate that relationship.

“Yes.” You blink at Kyungsoo and wonder if hope has spread a filter over your ears. “Y/N?”

“Awesome.” You answer, assured that you heard correctly. “I’ll go get the clothes.” You start towards your bedroom but throw over your shoulder. “Since it is still early, but only if you’re up for it, there is this new movie on Netflix that I’ve been wanting to watch.”

“So, Netflix and chill?”

Stuttering to a halt, you whip your head around. He smiles at you all innocence. “You’re ridiculous.” He shrugs. With a shake of your head, you march into your room, his laughter trailing after you.

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christinesficrecs · 5 years ago

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So hey, do u know some* long and angsty but sweet and fluffy at the same time* sterek fics, because i swear i feel like i've read everything thats on AO3 and is overall popular, but still want more of those two?

Well, there might be a few in here that are new to you.

List of LONG fics. This is a partial list so check the tag page for the others.

You Don’t See Straight by annber | 174.9K | Explicit

Stiles finds himself in a secret werewolf community to participate in a mating run. Sterek happens.

Find It In Our Hearts by Regann | 103.8K

Kate Argent had a lot of secrets, some of which she took to the grave. When one of them shows up on Chris Argent’s doorstep in the form of Kate’s five-year-old daughter, it’s not long before more to come to light – namely, that Kate’s crimes against Derek Hale didn’t begin and end with the murder of his family. It’s no surprise that as soon as Derek learns about his daughter’s existence, he decides that nothing will keep him from claiming the only family he still has in the world. Stiles finds himself firmly in the middle of the Hale-Argent family drama, slowly growing more certain of his feelings for Derek and ever more sure of the inevitable heartbreak they’ll bring.

one step at a time. by tearsandholdme | 115.2K | Mature

If anyone had told Stiles this would be his life four years ago he would have laughed. This doesn’t happen, not to him, but yet it has. It’s just another story in his and their life and this one will be the biggest yet. It will be the biggest challenge but the most rewarding at the end of the day and all it takes is a deep breath and a step forward.

The Boy and the Beast by Dira Sudis (dsudis) | 116.6K | Mature

In which events in Beacon Hills go rather differently from the start, and a Beauty and the Beast (ish) story ensues. (Scott is not a teacup and no one sings about their feelings.)

The Alpha Pair by ShiningOmicron | 117.8K | Mature

Stiles just couldn’t take it anymore. His once peaceful town had turned into a mess of discord and chaos. Someone needed to do something, someone had to bring order to the steadily growing turmoil in Beacon Hills. Stiles is sad to say it might just be him.

Trust Fall by Stoney | 144.2K | Explicit

Stiles is fairly certain that a case could be made for every bad thing in his life coming back to Peter Hale. This time it’s pissing off a powerful witch, who retaliated by swapping Stiles and Derek a la Freaky Friday, because sure. That makes sense. Um, there are GPAs on the line, not to mention the whole thing where his dad wants to shoot Derek on sight. Except who he sees as Derek is actually Stiles, and Stiles did not sign up for filicide.

Great. Wait…does this mean he’s the Alpha until they figure this out? Holy. Shit.

I’ll Be With You Through The Dark by the_misfortune_teller | 138.1K | Mature

Stiles is having a rough time at home and finds himself going to Derek for help in Scott’s absence. He doesn’t expect for Derek to end up turning to him for support, leading to something more than just friendship between them.

Don’t Savage The Messenger by exclamation | 172.3K | Explicit

There is an uneasy truce between the werewolves in the woods and the humans who live in Beacon Hills, protected by a magical boundary that gives warning any time a werewolf crosses it. Then the sheriff is taken by the werewolves and his son offers himself in exchange.

Stiles promises to serve the werewolf pack, not knowing what horrible use they might have for him. But it turns out his most useful skill is the ability to cross the boundary line between humans and werewolves. Life with the werewolves is nothing like he feared and the werewolves themselves are nothing like the hunters’ stories would have him believe.

Baking My Way Into Your Heart by theSilence | 178.6K | Mature

Derek is an uptight college student, all work and no play. His carefully scheduled life is thrown kilter when his regular barista is replaced with someone new.

Enemy Lines by qhuinn (tekla) | 149.1K | Explicit

This is the story of werewolf Derek Hale and human Stiles Stilinski: two people who grew up in the same town but completely different worlds, their realities split by the war between men and wolves.

between the click of the light and the start of the dream by thepsychicclam | 105.1K | Explicit

It’s Stiles’ senior year, and he’s trying to concentrate on normal things - like the lacrosse championship, spring break, prom, graduation (and definitely not Derek) - when he starts having nightmares and waking up in the middle of nowhere. Oh yeah, and he’s being haunted by a hag. Great.

Sell Your Body to the Night by Dira Sudis (dsudis) | 121.5K | Explicit

“No,” he repeated impatiently. “I’m not a cop. I’m someone who wants to exchange my money for your sexual services. I was told you were in that line of work.”

“I, uh, yeah, sorry,” Stiles said. He glanced around again and then up–the full moon was almost directly overhead. Just one of those nights, maybe. “Yeah, I am. I do that.”

Bruises and Bitemarks | 121.5K | Explicit

Biologically, Stiles is weak. When he presented as an omega, he knew that to be the truth but that never stopped him from running his mouth as a defense mechanism. However, it could only save him so many times before he ended up pissing off the wrong person. After he’s attacked in the parking lot outside of school, Stiles realizes he can no longer protect himself with just pure wit and sarcasm. When the attack lands him in the hospital, his dad forces him to pick between two options, report the alphas who attacked him or join a kickboxing gym run by omega rights activist and alpha, Derek Hale, a man Stiles has been in love with for many years.

Fire, Fury, and Flame by IAmAVeronica | 124.5K | Explicit

Stiles Stilinski was never going to be the omega who got knocked up right after high school, and then he’s accidentally artificially inseminated with a stranger’s sperm.Awesome.And the father of Stiles’s baby just so happens to be Derek Hale. Half-feral, quite possibly a murderer, and pursued by a gleefully sadistic band of hunters who are only too eager to use Stiles and his baby to hit Derek right where it hurts.Joy.

#asks #sterek #ficrecs #100K #the long list #alifetimespentwithyou

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cristinablackthornkingson · 4 years ago

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What Might Have Been, Part 3.

Check out part 1 here and part 2 here

It is a warm Spring day in March, year of The Chinchilla, 17 years after the Midmerican Scythedom were rocked by the loss of their High Blade Scythe Robert Goddard, when the woman formerly known as Scythe Ayn Rand, is faced with the conversation she has dreaded for the past 17 years.

Just last week Olivia Kwon and Tyger Salazar’s son Alexander, turned 17.

That day was also 16 years since Olivia and Tyger tried to make things work with eachother, they dated on and off throughout Alex’s early childhood, and though there was and is no doubt that they truly love eachother, after what Olivia did to Tyger, while she was Scythe Rand, he will never be truly able to trust her again, and as such would never be able to be in a long term relationship with her.

Despite this, they remained friends and were and are always a team when it comes to Alex and his upbringing, which is the best he could’ve possibly asked for, though now as he is getting older he’s finding his mother to be too protective and a little suffocating, he knows she means well and he loves her with all his heart, but he’s almost an adult now, he feels like he needs some space.

Olivia knows this, she can see much of herself at that age, in Alex (Though thankfully he doesn’t so far seem to have her temper and angry disposition.) and on this warm Spring day, she decides it’s time to give Alex the truth of his early life and how he came to be.

Standing in the doorway to his bedroom, watching him absorbed in a drawing he’s been working on for the last few days, Olivia almost wants to forget about this conversation and let Alex continue to live in blissful ignorance, let him innocently believe that he was conceived like any other child, that he was wanted because a child is a gift to many people, not because the man who was technically his father, wanted to use him as a weapon.

But she knows she can’t, Alex deserves to know the truth about everything and he’s old enough now to understand and comprehend it all. Olivia just hopes he doesn’t hate her.

Pushing aside her fears as she has learned to do over the last 17 years, Olivia knocks lightly on Alex’s door.

Alex looks up from his drawing, his dark brown hair falling into his eyes, his face lighting up with a smile when he sees his mother.

“Hi mom!” Alex says in a bright tone, setting his pencil down and pushing his hair back. Olivia’s heart aches with how much she loves him, and she wishes she could turn back time just for an hour or two, to when Alex was a baby and it was just the two of them against the world, for the first month of his life.

“Hi, what are you working on?” Olivia asks, nodding at his sketchpad. Alex’s eyes light up as they always do when someone asks him about his art.

“A piece of the portfolio I gotta submit to colleges, I’m almost done my whole portfolio!” Alex proudly tells her, holding his head high. He’s had a big interest in art since he was old enough to hold a pencil, he recently made the choice to go to an art school and get his degree in art and art history, then maybe he could be a teacher himself, or he could be hired by someone famous like a Scythe, to do a portrait for them.

“It looks really good.” Olivia tells him with a smile. “Listen, Alex, now that you’re 17 I need to talk to you about some things, about your early life and why... why we’re so secluded and why I came here from MideMerica, to raise you.”

“Oh... um... okay.” Alex shrugs, having always wondered about his mom’s life before him, and he’s been curious as to why she has hardly any friends and dreads parent-teacher meetings as his school, it’ll be good to get some answers.

With a sigh, Olivia sits on the edge of Alex’s bed, while he stays where he is in the chair at his desk.

“Okay, so this is a pretty long story and you’ll find out I did some pretty awful things before I had you, just bare with me until the end then you can ask any questions you want, and no matter what you feel about me or your dad, or anything about this situation, it’s okay, alright?” Olivia asks, looking her son dead in the eye, having always made sure he knows he has a right to feel his emotions and express them, and he should never push them down like she did at his age.

“Okay.”

“To start off with, I’m going to tell you something pretty shocking, something that only your dad knows and no one else in our lives knows.

I haven’t always gone by Olivia Kwon, from the time I was 17 until I was 25, I was known as Honorable Scythe Ayn Rand.

I apprenticed with Honorable Scythe Robert Goddard, when I was your age and was his Junior Scythe for 8 years, his right-hand woman.

I know you know about him, you learned about him at school, about me too though you didn’t know at the time that I use to be Scythe Rand. So you know we were both pretty awful people, and I hate to say it now, but for those 8 years I had a major crush on Goddard, I thought I was totally and utterly in love with him.

You know how he was killed the first time... and how he was revived, but one thing about that that you don’t know is... that the ‘donor’ body I selected... was actually your dad, because he was close to Rowan Damisch, the boy who killed Goddard the first time, and almost killed me. I... I chose him so I could and would hurt Rowan, and get back at him.

Thing is though, I fell in love with your dad during the time I was training him, I really loved him, not in the way I thought I loved Goddard.

As you know about 18 years ago, Goddard was elected High Blade of Midmerica, the first new High Blade after the 9th Commandment was lifted for Scythes and we were allowed to get married and have kids. He was also the first High Blade who would pass the title down to his child, when the time came.

So shortly after he was elected he started looking for surrogates so he could have a child, an heir. When I found out about this and he told me he was struggling to find the right candidate I... I offered to be his surrogate. He laughed it off at first but I conceived him, told him that I was the ideal candidate, we shared the same values and beliefs and we could make a strong child together. So... we did.

With lots of help from doctors to make our chances as high as possible, we did one round of artificial insemination, and 2 weeks later I found out I was pregnant... with you.

At first I was indifferent to the pregnancy, Goddard was thrilled of course, he was going to have his heir.

I didn’t start feeling anything about the pregnancy until I was four months, and saw you clearly for the first time at an ultrasound, I could see your hands and feet and see you moving around inside me, and I got to hear your heartbeat. That’s when I started forming a bond with you and becoming attached to you. I tried so hard not to, tried to remind myself I wasn’t your mom just doing Goddard a favor.

But then... then I felt you kick for the first time and you responded to my voice, and I just felt this huge rush of love for you that was so beyond intense, I couldn’t believe it, but again I tried to push those feelings away, not because I didn’t love you but because I did love you and I knew it would hurt like hell to hand you over to Goddard, if I bonded with you.

I couldn’t stop myself though, how could I when we were together 24/7, I felt your every move and shift of position, you heard everything I heard, ate everything I ate, went everywhere I went, it was impossible not to bond with you.

Throughout my pregnancy Goddard was always raging on about what a prodigy you would be and how you would be the best Scythe in the world, and would carry on and uphold his legacy.

It was when I was 8 months pregnant that I had enough. Goddard took me to a mass gleaning at a Tonist Cloister, as a way of saying thank you, for carrying his child for the past 8 months. Looking back now I of course know how obscene and evil that sounds, but back then I thought nothing of it.

During that mass gleaning Goddard started spouting his usual crap about how his reign would never end, and that you would carry on his beliefs and values, uphold the New Order and would show no mercy to The Tonists either.

And then... then I just snapped and before I could even fully comprehend it, I had my knife in his heart and he was dead again.

I told the Tonists to tell everyone that unsavories had killed Goddard and burned his body, and I threatened to glean them if they didn’t.

After that I got straight into a public car intent on getting as far away from MidMerica as I could, I was thinking of leaving the Mericas altogether, but then I had this awful pain in my stomach and then my waters broke. The stress of the day put me into labor.

The rest you know, I had you in MidMerica, and the moment I held you and saw you I knew I couldn’t be Scythe Rand anymore, that I had to get you away from The Scythedom and those who would expect you to be just like Goddard.

So I changed my name back to my birth name, cut my hair, put on street clothes and with just you, and my robes and ring in a bag, I left for Texas where I would be off-grid, and I had your dad revived.

Like I said, the rest you know.”

Unsurprisingly there is a tense silence in the room for a few minutes, before Alex finally speaks up.

“I... I’m glad you’re not Scythe Rand anymore.” He quietly says, surprising his mother who expected him to rage and yell and tell her he hates her, etc.

“Me too kid, me too.” She says, reaching out to squeeze his hand lovingly.

“so... you really did a total 180... because of me?” Alex asks in an unsure tone, hardly able to believe that he had such a great impact on someone. Olivia nods.

“I did, I wanted to give you your best chance at life and I knew to do that, I would either have to change my ways or place you for adoption, and there was no way I was letting you go, so I chose the other option and changed, I destroyed my ring when you were a month old and the last person I ever gleaned was Goddard.” Olivia explains.

“So... does this mean Goddard is my biological dad?” Alex questions, tilting his head to the side. Olivia shakes her head.

“No, it was your dad’s body, with Goddard’s head. Your dad’s name is on your Birth Certificate and he is your biological father, but if Goddard were alive today he would probably have legal rights to you.” Olivia sighs, grateful that she doesn’t have to worry about Goddard showing up and taking Alex from her.

“Mom, can.... can we go to Midmerica for a while? So I can see where you’re from and where I was born and suppose to grow up, please?” Alex hopefully asks, looking at his mother with big and imploring brown eyes.

Olivia is hesitant, she doesn’t want to be recognized by anyone in Midmerica, it’s why she never want back after Alex was born. However after a minute of thinking, she decides she can’t deny Alex this very simple request.

“Yeah, yeah of course we can.”

So a few days later the two of them board a train and head for MideMerica, completely unaware of the destiny they are about to face.

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Meanwhile in Midmerica, 16 year old Sophie Faraday-Curie accompanies her mother to the local museum in Fulcrum City, so Sophie can gather some information for a history project for school, and so her mother can gather some information she needs for a meeting with the other High Blades of the other regions of the Mericas.

Sophie usually hates going out in public, because of all the attention she gets. As the first child born to two Scythes Sophie is pretty famous and despite her parents best effort to keep her out of the spotlight and give her an ordinary childhood and life, she is still recognized practically everywhere she goes, which results in a lot of staring and whispering from the people around her.

However when Sophie is with her mom or dad, people tend to stare less, they know how protective High Blade Curie and Honorable Scythe Faraday are of their daughter, and have no doubt either of them would not hesitate to glean anyone who upset or bothered their daughter, so it’s easier for Sophie to be out and about when she has one of her parents with her.

What bugs her the most is that technically she’s not actually the first child born to two Scythes, Honorable Scythe Rand had been due to give birth to Honorable Scythe Goddard’s child two months before Sophie was born, but after Goddard was killed by unsavories, a heavily pregnant Rand disappeared and no one has seen her or the baby she was carrying, in 17 years.

But non of that is really at the fore-front of Sophie’s mind right now, she is totally taken in by her surroundings the minute she and her mother step into the museum, there’s so much to learn and see and though Sophie has visited here often, there is always something new.

As she looks around her while walking toward the section she needs to go to, Sophie is not paying attention to where she is going and soon feels herself collide with something, or rather someone. They both immediately crash to the ground, Sophie cursing herself for being so clumsy and not looking where she’s going, while the other person yells in surprise.

“Oh I’m so sorry! I’m such an idiot, not looking where I was going!” Sophie apologizes, pushing herself off the floor and holding her hand out to help the person she collided with, a young boy around her age with messy dark brown hair, light brown skin and wide and inquisitive brown eyes.

“No it’s okay I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going either.” The boy says, grabbing Sophie’s hand letting her haul him to his feet.

Before either of them can say anything else, Marie comes up behind Sophie holding a leaflet and smiling softly.

“Soph I just found some physical copies of the statement your dad and I put out to the world when you were born, it’s not very long but it’s got some photos of you as a baby that I thought you’d like to see.” Marie says in a soft, reminiscent tone, brushing her daughter’s hair out of her eyes, remembering writing this article with Michael like it was yesterday. It had taken them almost a week to write just two paragraphs because Sophie was so fussy and wouldn’t let them put her down for more than five minutes at a time.

Before Sophie can reply, a tall willowy woman with dark hair and pan-Asian leanings comes up behind the boy Sophie just collided with. She puts a hand on the boy’s shoulder and smiles at him, and is clearly about to say something to him, but before she can, Marie speaks up.

“Rand? Scythe Ayn Rand?” Marie gasps in disbelief, staring at the woman in front of her. She looks different from the last time Marie saw her, her long dark hair is now cut short to just above her shoulders, the black is streaked through with some gray and she clearly looks older, but she is still instantly recognizable.

Olivia/Rand immediately pales and is about to put up a fight and tell Marie that she’s mistaken, but then she realizes she made a silent promise to both herself and Alex that there would be no more lying and no more keeping secrets.

“Wait, are you High Blade Curie? High Blade of here, of Midmerica?” the boy asks in a tone of excitement. Marie smiles at his excitement.

“Yes dear, I am." she softly says. She then turns her gaze to Rand/Olivia, her smile faltering. “I think we better have a conversation, Miss Rand. Sophie you stay here, don’t go anywhere.”

“You too Alex, don’t wander off you don’t know the place and might get lost.” Olivia warns her son, before reluctantly following Marie to a quiet section of the museum.

The two teenagers look at eachother in confusion, not quiet sure what to say or what just happened.

“So... what’s going on?” Sophie asks a few seconds later. Alex shrugs.

“Beats me. Was that your mom, the High Blade?” Alex asks curiously. Sophie nods.

“Yeah, was the other lady your mom?” Sophie asks.

“Yep, though her name’s not actually Ayn Rand, it’s Olivia Kwon.” Alex tells her.

“My mom’s not actually called Marie Curie either, well she has been for the last 200 odd years, but her birth name’s Susan, Susan Goldie. I’m Sophie by the way, Sophie Faraday-Curie.” Sophie explains, sticking her hand out for Alex to shake. He grins and grabs her hand.

“I’m Alexander, Alexander Kwon, but you can call me Alex.” They shake hands.

“Nice to meet you Alex.” Sophie grins.

“Likewise. Hey, so your dad’s super famous too right? What’s his name again, Fara something?” Alex asks, racking his brain for the name of the High Blade’s husband.

“Faraday, Scythe Michael Faraday. Yeah he’s pretty famous too, my whole family is. My Aunt- well she’s not technically my aunt, it’s honorary but you know what I mean- she’s Scythe Anastasia, and my other honorary aunt, my Aunt Munira, she used to work with my dad when he was trying to find the founding Scythe’s fail safe plan, when Goddard became High Blade.” Sophie hurriedly tells Alex, always eager to talk about her odd yet interesting family.

“And you’re pretty famous yourself, must be cool.” Alex grins. Sophie shrugs, shoving her hands in her pockets.

“It’s okay I guess, it gets annoying when I go out in public and everyone recognizes me and stares at me in the streets and stuff, I don’t even know how they recognize me when I’m not with my parents, those baby pictures mom and dad put out when I was born, they’re the only pictures of me that have ever been published, and I never went to public appearances with mom or anything, and during Conclave, when I was younger I would stay with my Aunt Munira all day.” Sophie’s tone turns from sullen and irritated to bright and joyful in just a matter of seconds, despite the annoying fame and always being recognized, Sophie has had a perfectly happy childhood.

Alex nods understandingly.

“Hey I know our moms told us not to go anywhere but do you want to go grab a coffee or something in the café in the lobby and then come back here?” Alex asks, finding himself wanting to talk to Sophie more, be around her more. Sophie’s face lights up.

“Sure! Hey, wanna bet? I bet you I’ll get recognized at least 3 times on the way to and from the café, and in the café. If I do, you pay for the coffees, if I don’t, I pay.” Sophie suggests, giving Alex a sly smile and looking around to make sure her mom isn’t in hearing distance.

Alex laughs, liking Sophie more and more by the minute.

“You’re on!”

While Sophie and Alex are talking and sneaking off to the café, Olivia is facing her worst nightmare, standing here in front of High Blade Curie having been recognized right away, with Alex off on his own with some random girl. Olivia is glad that Alex just came out to her as gay, otherwise she would worry that Curie’s daughter would break his heart.

“I think you’ve got some explaining to do.” Marie tells Olivia, her tone firm and not much different to the one she uses with Sophie when she knows she’s been up to something she shouldn’t have been.

“I knew I should never have left Texas.” Olivia sighs. “Look Marie, it’s a long story. The short of it is that when I was pregnant with Alex I started bonding with him and loving him, I didn’t expect to but I did_” Before she can finish, Marie cuts her off.

“Of course you loved and bonded with him, he is your child, a child you were going to just hand over to Goddard and let him turn him into a monster!” She berates, which grates on Olivia’s nerves. It takes everything she has not to snap at Marie, she knows nothing about her situation or why she agreed to be Goddard’s surrogate in the first place.

“Oh don’t act all high and mighty like you’ve never made mistakes! I thought I was in love with Goddard, I just wanted him to love me back and I thought by having his kid I could do that, I never gave much thought to how he would raise Alex, not at first anyway.

Throughout my pregnancy though I did start to realize what a stupid and selfish decision I had made, by the time I was 8 months along I knew I couldn’t just hand Alex over to Goddard, so you know what I did, Marie? I gleaned the bastard and I told the Tonists to spread that lie about him being killed by unsavories.

I gleaned him and used his body to revive Tyger, the man I gleaned a year prior to bring Goddard back. But before I did that I gave birth to my son, alone and frightened, you had your husband with you when you gave birth, I had no one and for the first month of his life it was just me and Alex, and the minute I held him after he was born I knew I had to change, had to get away and give him the best upbringing I could, so I cut my hair, stopped wearing my robes, took nothing but one old pair or robes so nobody could trace me using them, my ring, my son and I left for Texas.

And it was the best thing I have ever done, I turned my whole life around for Alex and I gave him a fucking amazing upbringing, he’s an absolutely amazing kid and I am so proud of him and so goddamn honored to his mom.

So there, Marie, there’s your explanation.”

Despite Olivia’s angry rant, Marie remains totally calm and levelheaded, as always.

“That is all well and good Ayn, but a Scythe cannot just up and abandon their position.” She calmly says.

“Well what was I suppose to do Marie, huh? I was 8 months pregnant with the future High Blade of Midmerica, I had just killed the current High Blade of Midmerica and I was totally alone in the world.” Olivia’s tone is turning tight and she is doing her best to hold back tears.

“You could have come to me and explained your situation, I would have helped you.” Marie softly says.

“No because I didn’t want Alex involved in the Scythedom as he grew up, I wanted him to have a peaceful and normal childhood, I didn’t want any of Goddard’s followers to try and influence him or tell him about the bastard who was at the time, his father.

You have to understand, you’re a mother too, don’t act like if you were in my situation, you wouldn’t have done the same for you daughter.” At the mention of Sophie, Marie’s face and demeanor soften.

“You’re right, I would do anything for my Sophie, if I had to go off grid to give her the best life and to protect her, I would.

I won’t tell anyone you were here or that you’re living in Texas, and I won’t tell anyone about your son either, I promise.” Marie tells her, unable to stay angry at her because she knows how she feels, she would do anything to give Sophie her best shot at life, luckily, though Marie’s pregnancy was a surprise it was a very welcome one, and she Michael were in a good position to have a baby and raise Sophie, but not everyone is so fortunate.

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Over the next couple of weeks Sophie and Alex remain in touch via social media and often hang out together, soon growing very close and become the very best of friends.

One day, a month after meeting for the first time, Alex insists on taking Sophie for lunch to celebrate her birthday, and Sophie is thrilled to spend the day with him. After lunch they just ramble around town, and end up sitting on the steps to the library, enjoying the good weather and each other’s company.

“So what do you wanna do after school? What job do you want to do?” Alex asks Sophie, leaning back on his elbows and tilting his head backward to look up at his friend who is sitting on the step just behind him, where there’s more shade, since she is not a fan of the heat. Sophie sighs.

“The whole world expects me to be a Scythe, I am the heir to the MidMeircan Scythedom. I’ll be expected to drop out of school soon and start my apprenticeship, neither of my parents are by law allowed to be my mentor, but my Aunt Anastasia said she’ll take me on, she was mentored by both my parents at one point, so there’ll be elements of mom and dad’s training in there.

But... the thing is Al, I don’t think I want to be a Scythe, I’ve learned a lot about the Sycthedom and how it works and I know the best Scythes are the ones who never wanted the position in the first place, but I know I’m never going to morally be able to be a Scythe.

He doesn’t know it but sometimes I see my dad come back from a gleaning and he just... he breaks down crying, and my mom sits there with him and holds his hand and assures him he’s a good person and she loves him, and I don’t look down on dad for that, not one bit, but the thing is he’s always able to remind himself that he is doing a necessary task and doing it in the kindest way possible. But I don’t think I could ever do that, I’m not like my mom or dad in that way, I... I’m too empathetic and I could never know a moment’s peace as a Scythe.” By the end of her explanation Sophie has tears in her eyes and her throat is closing up, this always happens when she thinks about her future.

“Oh Soph, it’s okay.” Alex soothingly says, pushing himself up one step so he’s beside Sophie and pulling her in for a hug. “Can’t you tell your mom and dad all this? They seem like really nice people, I’m sure they’ll understand.” Sophie sniffs and lays her head on Alex’s shoulder.

“I could, and they would understand, I know they won’t be angry or anything, they’ve never raised their voices at me in all my life, they’re awesome parents. But... I’m scared they’ll be disappointed and I’m scared of how the public and the rest of the Scythedom will react, I’m suppose to be the first person to ever inherit the title of High Blade, if I step down from that people are probably going to be really really pissed off with me, no one can glean me obviously, I automatically have immunity as the kid of two Scythes, but still... I don’t want to be called to Endura and have to face the Grandslayers or something.” She tells him in a wobbly tone.

“Hey if anyone tries to mess with you they’ll have me to deal with, you’re my best friend Soph, I got your back no matter what happens.” Alex firmly tells her, pulling back from the hug so he can look her in the eye. Sophie smiles through her tears and squeezes Alex’s hand.

“Thanks Al, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“So.” Sophie begins, wiping her tears away. “What do you want to do after you leave school?”

“Well up until now I always thought I’d be an artist, I’ve always planned on going to art school and I still do, but I... I kind of want to learn more about The Scythedom and my past, in detail, not just what mom can tell me.

But... I’m scared that my interest in the Scythedom means I’m fucking evil like Goddard, he loved gleaning, he was a serial killer not a Scythe. I know there’s no biological connection between him and me, but.... I mean he was around mom practically all the time when she was pregnant. She said that he would talk to me when she was pregnant, but instead of telling me stories like normal dads would, he would talk about what a great Scythe and ruler I’d be someday and how I would make him so proud and uphold his legacy and other crazy shit.

What if... what if that impacted little fetus me, and affected my subconscious and now I am going to be the crazy evil dictator he wanted me to be?” Now Alex has tears in his eyes too.

“Oh Lex, no there’s no way you’re like Goddard. You’re the sweetest, kindest and most wonderful person I’ve ever met, you used your savings to buy me a really nice birthday present when you’ve only known me a month, you took me out for lunch for my birthday, and you always listen when I need to talk. And I know you value life and care about others, unlike Goddard. Alex you literally won’t even harm a fly, the other day you cried because we saw a little kid get upset because they fell and scrapped their knee.

You could never be like Goddard, Alex, never.” By this stage Sophie has taken Alex’s face in her hands to make him laugh, but also to make him listen to her and not get distracted. She wants him to know all this, and realize what an absolutely amazing person he is.

Alex laughs through his tears and playfully slaps Sophie’s hands away.

“Get off me you goof.” He laughs, wiping at his tears. Sophie grins and lightly shoves his shoulder.

“You love me really.”

“Yeah, yeah I do.”

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The next day, after thinking about her conversation with Alex, all night, Sophie comes to a decision and asks her parents to talk, so she can tell them about it.

“You’re going to hate me for asking this but I need peace of mind before we get into this conversation so I have to ask, are you going to tell us you’re pregnant?” Michael asks Sophie, after they sit down, knowing this will embarrass her but needing to know.

Sophie wrinkles her nose up.

“No dad! I’m asexual, remember?” Sophie says in an exasperated and embarrassed tone. She had come out to her parents just last week and they were extremely supportive, and acted like it was no big deal at all, for which Sophie is very grateful.

Michael holds his hands up in mock surrender.

“Just checking, I’m too young to be a grandpa!” Sophie gives him a ‘Are you kidding me?’ look.

“Dad you’re like 300.” She laughs.

“230 something actually, do I look old enough to be 300?” He asks, raising his eyebrows and making Sophie roll her eyes, no one else would believe that the legendary Honorable Scythe Faraday is such a dad and makes stupid jokes and comments to mess with his daughter.

“Yeah I can see why Aunt Munira told me not to listen to your jokes.” Sophie replies. “Anyway, can I tell you what I wanted to now?”

“Of course dear, go ahead.” Marie encourages her. Sophie takes a deep breath.

“Okay, so... you know how we were talking about me training to be a Scythe, the other day, with Aunt Anastasia, and how I got all those offers from other Scythes, offering to train me?” Sophie begins. Both her parents nod. “Well I’ve been thinking about it ever since, and I talked about it with Alex and.... I don’t want to be a Scythe, I know the best Scythes are always the ones who never wanted to do it in the first place, but I won’t be able to live with myself if I become a Scythe, I won’t be able to deal with it like you guys and Aunt Anastasia.

I would never be able to sleep at night if I gleaned someone, couldn’t look at myself in the mirror. My life would a misery if I did.

So... that’s it, I don’t want to be a Scythe and I don’t want to be High Blade.”

Before Sophie can even take a breath after finishing her explanation, her mother is by her side and pulling her into a tight embrace, kissing her forehead while her dad puts his arm around her shoulders and kisses the top of her head.

“We love you and support you no matter what.” Marie firmly says, cupping Sophie’s face in her hands.

“You never have to do anything you don’t want to Soph, never.” Michael tells her in a loving but firm tone, squeezing her arm reassuringly. Sophie can’t stop the tears from welling up and running down her cheeks.

“Oh my love what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Marie softly asks in a concerned tone, wiping at her daughter’s tears.

“Because I’m scared.” Sophie says in a tight voice, feeling as though she’s 10 years old again and just woke up from a bad dream.

“Of what, did something happen, did someone hurt you?” Michael asks, his tone also full of concern and worry for his baby girl.

“No, I’m scared the Scythedom and the public are gonna hate me for not becoming a Scythe and inheriting the title of High Blade like I’m suppose to. All my life I’ve known that the public and The Scythedom have this huge expectation of me to become High Blade, to become an amazing Scythe like you guys, but I can’t do that and now I’m scared everyone’s going to hate me, or that the Grandslayers are going to call me to Endura and punish me somehow.” Sophie sobs, the tears falling rapidly now.

“Oh my baby.” Marie swears she can feel her own heart breaking, as she pulls her daughter in for another hug.

“Sophie we will never, ever let anything happen to you. Nowhere in the rules does it say that you have to become a Scythe and take over from your mom when she steps down as High Blade, that rule means that if you choose to become a Scythe, you will automatically inherit your mother’s position, but if you choose not to become a Scythe then another election will be held and someone else will be elected.

The Grandslayers cannot and will not punish you, and if anyone tries to hurt you or say anything nasty to you because of this decision, then they’ll have your mother and I to deal with. We are not going to let anyone hurt you or force you to do something you don’t want to.

This is entirely your choice and we support you all the way, we love you so much Sophie, and we will do absolutely anything to protect you.”

Her father’s kind and reassuring words just make Sophie sob even harder and bury her face in his shoulder, when he puts his arm around her in an embrace.

“I love you so much.” Sophie quietly says. Michael kisses the top of her head and rubs her back soothingly.

“I love you too Sophie, more than anything in this world. You and your mother are the very best things to ever happen to me.”

“Here.” Marie softly says, holding a tissue out to Sophie, as she lifts her face from her dad’s shoulder and leans her head against his chest. “Have a good cry if you want to sweetheart, don’t bottle it up.” Sophie nods and wipes at her eyes.

“Thanks mom, I love you.” She sniffles. Marie smiles and kisses her cheek.

“I love you too my sweet girl.”

After about another half hour, Sophie calms down but has totally drained herself from crying so much, so decides to go rest in her room for a while. Once upstairs she texts Alex almost immediately and tells him what just happened and how her parents are going to help her make an official statement to the Grandslayers that she will not be training as a Scythe and will not be accepting her inheritance of position of High Blade of Midmerica.

“Glad your parents were supportive, I knew they would be, you’re gonna be awesome at whatever job you pick, I know it.

I told mom my news too, about wanting to stay here in Midmerica for longer, and learn more about the inner workings of the Scythedom and the life I could’ve ended up with, had mom not gleaned Goddard and gone off grid with me. She was conflicted at first, she doesn’t trust the Scythedom and is afraid Goddard’s supporters will try to influence me but I reminded her that I’m old enough to not be so easily swayed, and I’ve got lots of good examples of Scythes too. So she agreed. I dunno exactly how I’m gonna learn more about the inner workings of the Scythedom, but I’ll figure something out.”

After reading Alex’s text, Sophie is struct with an idea, one that she frankly finds ingenious.

“I have an idea, a really good one. Come round to my house tomorrow at around 11.” Sophie replies. Then remembering she hasn’t told Alex her plan, she excitedly sends him a voice note, detailing her idea, and spends the next five minutes staring at her phone waiting for Alex to text back.

“Sounds like a plan, see you tomorrow.”

The next day it has just gone 11 A.M. and Michael and Marie are just back from grocery shopping, when Sophie appears in the kitchen doorway, grinning proudly to herself and looking like she’s up to something.

“What did you do?” Michael asks in a suspicious tone, looking around for any sign of something amiss.

“Nothing, can’t I just come say hi to my parents?” Sophie asks, still grinning ear to ear.

“You can but you’re usually not this enthusiastic at this time of the day, if you didn’t do anything, you want a big favor don’t you?” Michael asks, knowing his daughter perfectly.

“Maaayybbee.” Sophie admits.

“If the favor is letting you skip school tomorrow the answer is no.” Marie tells her. Sophie rolls her eyes.

“I asked once, once! Let it go mom!” She protests.

“What is it then?” Michael asks, still suspicious of what Sophie is up to. Her smile brightens and she turns around and reaches out into the living room, before two seconds later pulling Alexander Kwon into the kitchen with her. Marie and Michael aren’t surprised to see him in their house, he’s Sophie’s best friend and comes around all the time, but what they don’t understand is what he’s got to do with Sophie wanting a favor.

“Okay now I’m confused, what has Alex got to do with this?” Marie asks, wondering just what the hell her daughter is up to.

“I have a proposal.” Sophie tells them, earning odd looks from both her parents.

“Okay.... which is?” Michael asks.

“Alex really wants to learn more about the inner workings of the Scythedom, he’s interested in how it all works and what it would have been like for him if things didn’t turn out the way they did. .

So I was thinking that maybe you guys could teach Alex everything there is to know about The Scythedom, like you taught me? It could be like an apprenticeship except he won’t go to Conclave and there’s no chance of him being ordained at the end of it all, oh and obviously no physical training or tests or anything.

So what do you say?” Sophie explains, now having wrapped her arms around Alex’s waist, leaning against his chest, hugging him tightly.

Marie and Michael share a look. They can clearly see how much Sophie adores Alex, and they can’t deny she’s been so much happier since she met him and they became best friends, it’s so good for her to have someone who wants to be her friend and likes her just for her, and not her fame and status.

It’s clear Alex is like the brother Sophie always wanted and asked for but never had. Marie and Michael do feel a bit guilty about not giving her a sibling, they would have loved to have another baby and even discussed it when Sophie was 1, but decided that ultimately they were far too busy and their family felt absolutely perfect with just the 3 of them.

Marie is the first to speak.

“You really know how to argue your case Sophie, there’s no way I can say no.” Sophie and Alex’s faces both light up.

“Thank you so much, Your Excellency, I promise I’ll be the best student you could ask for!” Alex exclaims.

“Marie’s right, you’re a hell of a speaker Sophie, just like your mom. If it’s alright with your mother, Alex, then we’d be happy to teach you.” Michael calmly says. Sophie and Alex share an excited look and share a quick high-five.

“Thank you, your Honor, thank you so much I swear you won’t regret this!” Alex promises.

“Come on, lets go make sure it’s okay with your mom.” Sophie says. tugging at Alex’s hand. He nods, but turns to Marie and Michael before he goes.

“Thank you again, so very much, it’s going to be an honor to learn from you both.” He says, then tentatively holds his hand out for one of them to shake.

“Oh don’t be so formal Alex.” Marie says, lightly swatting his hand away and pulling him in for a hug instead. “Call me Marie.” She insists. Alex smiles and nods, a little shocked at what just happened.

He then turns to Michael, and goes to hold his hand out for him to shake, thinking he may be a little more formal. Michael just laughs and shakes his head before also pulling Alex into an embrace.

“Welcome to the family, son.”

Special thanks to @i-love-side-characters for allowing me to use their idea of Sophie and Alex becoming best friends! I had so much fun writing about their friendship!

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The Story of

MERGO

There’s Something Wrong with that Guardian

Mergo

Summary

Mergo, a Brilliant Hunter, born near the end of The Golden Age, who was the first to create the Golden Gun Skill called Brightest Star Gaze, suffered with severe mental problems, and became a dangerous threat to fellow risen. Despite her suffering with schizophrenia, her skills were prodigious and unmatched to any hunter ever existed and was well respected for it.

At one point in time, before the Great Ahamkara Hunt, Mergo was abducted and raped by Volmâr’s Hive Knights on her strange departure to the Moon. Mergo traveled to Venus to bargain with the Ahamkara in helping her get rid of these hellish voices and memories of her being raped, but it only worsened her schizophrenia. Mergo murdered her own fire-team members, attempted to kill two warlocks, and Ikora Ray before her raid mission, almost killed herself in the dreadnaught, severely injured Andal Brask, and plotted to assassinate the vanguard. She believes Volmâr is working with the vanguard, and using their disciples to execute her for “illegally refusing to breed worms.”

Eris enchanted her Touch of Malice with a speciality bedded to retain her sanity, by keeping the voices contained in the weapon itself.

Mergo still remains in the tower, but locked beneath the vanguard office in a holding cell. As she’s too dangerous to be around other guardians. Even though Mergo’s lost her sanity, she still keeps her skill, nimbleness, and raw talent.

Unless her madness throws her off balance, she’s the sharpest, most precise lethal Golden Gun hunter to ever exist.

The First Curse, A

Perfect Shot

Mergo’s most finest weaponry was The First Curse, to whom the ‘Brightest Star Gaze’ title belonged to. Although many guardians disliked the gun, Mergo loved the Gun for the power it can unleash. Many Hunters preferred other weapons, for The First Curse felt underwhelming to use even with its most powerful perk. The requirements were difficult, and the Gun itself was unfathomable to understand how to use it correctly/precisely. For Mergo, a naturally gifted marksman, the quest came easy to her and managed to finish the quest the quickest. Relieved by the sight of the white&chrome lining of the palette, 6-inch barrel, and most importantly, the weight, her desperate hours of holding the Impercation felt like an accomplished chore. Despite her bare witnessing the guns beauty and majesty, she did not see this weapon as beautiful. To her, The First Curse was misunderstood, and only needed guidance in becoming a perfect form of itself. It’s shot is precise and sharp, but with every little push of the trigger requires a faultless point.

“The gun can speak endlessly, when given the moment.” — Mergo.

Mergo then chose The First Curse as her own golden gun. Within time, and intense amounts of training, Mergo showed sheer perfection with The First Curse so much, that her golden gun amplified a Blueish Sharp Flame Streak, instead of its regular orange flame streak. The flames on her Golden Gun burnt blue flames and so did her abilities. A much stronger/hotter version to original Golden Gun, it can pierce right through monumental objects and barricades, such as a Titan, Hydra or Hive Knight’s Barrier. The bullet traveling speed is that of the speed of lightning, it can even devastate enemies standing a few feet towards the bullet trail, making her skill all the more rewarding. Mergo has excelled in her mastery in precision, and became the greatest lethal golden gun hunter to ever exist

Deepest Darkest Secret

Prior to the Taken King, Mergo always showed defects in her psychology. Mergo believed her nightmares were beholding amongst reality. Moments before her departure to the Dreadnaught, her warlock acquaintance, Raelag found her in an oscillate state, mummering about “Babies…” and “Concubines”…found speechless, he went to Ikora Ray about a concern with his fireteam member, having fits and rocking beside a corner in her apartment. Ikora Ray took Mergo into her private headquarters to the retrieve information personally. Mergo wouldn’t stop calling Ikora “Volmâr”, Ikora even needed to render her unconscious Mergo in order to make matters less chaotic. Upon awaking, Ikora asked again what Mergo was talking about. Finally, Mergo spoke, but in short, she was too afraid to explain in detail of Hive kidnapping her and temporarily slaving her as a worm donor. “Worm Donor?” Ikora question with confusion. “Apart of me was taken, and kept galaxies away…my light, my innocence. And they could be using it for destruction.”

“You need to be honest with me Mergo, are guardians being used as worm donors, and were you a victim? How exactly did they, “do” this to you?”

“……I knew you were one of them Ikora,”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You look just like her, you must be a clone, I can see her! Volmâr! She’s just......fidgeting and twitching, .....GET THIS DISGUSTING CREATURE OUT OF MY SIGHT!”

Ikora can’t comprehend what’s happening, but Mergo attacks her out of blind rage. Mergo was sent into an isolation chamber in a well put straight jacket, sealed with a soros brand monument, where she will calm down before her departure. Ikora has kept the information of Gaurdians, even male guardians being used as worm donors to the Hive. She believes Hive are raping guardians into impregnation. These feats were practice for as long as guardians fought against them. Of course it’s too explicit to nationally syndicate, so it was only kept privately in the vanguard. Ikora, and the vanguard believed Oryx is the root of the problem. Stopping him could reduce trafficking amongst the guardians and hive in this solar system. She took note that hive are possibly taking our light through insemination, by birthing Light Worms, and Mergo was possibly not the first victim. A possible new darkness to awaken in the light.

“Why would she hide something like this? Has this been kept in her mind ever since she sought victory over Crota’s End?” Ikora Ray.

“That could explain why she’s so damn good with her golden gun. I mean…… It burns blue. She must’ve been using this secret to express it in her skills. She may have grown numb to it quickly, and encouraged herself to be this.. cold and calculating monster in the field. I mean her talents are insane!” Cayde-6

“....We’ll have the fireteam aboard the ship, you and Aeros can aid them during their adventure.”

“Are you sure we should let her go...? Isn’t she a little....”

“....”

“C’mon ....do I have to say it?”

*rolls eyes* “but it’s only because I believe it could help replenish her. She’s a strong asset, gifted, talented guardian..”

“...and beautiful, very gorgeous.”

Living Nightmare, The Pitfall

Midnight before the raid

There could be strange whispers coming from Mergo’s Chamber, calling out and chanting vibrantly as the lights flickered throughout the darkened corridor. Mergo is seen mummering again about worm impregnation. Her eyes looked exhausted, and darkened from sleep deprivation. She’s mentally defeated and in need of redemption.

Today is the day she prepares her departure to the dreadnaught in defeating Oryx. An hour into the dawn, Mergo finally gains composure of reality again. Impatiently, she breaks free from the jacket herself, and actually departures to the dreadnaught alone without her fireteam unplanned. Unnervingly, something is summoning Mergo to the dreadnaught subconsciously. As she flows through the Milky Way, The Hellishlike whispers begin to lurk back into her presence, and continue to haunt her as she’s headed beyond Saturns rings. In contrast to everyone else who went through the dreadnaught in the Court of Oryx, Mergo was actually brought in deserted room behind Golgoroth, with a three gorgeous looking chests coded in Hive Language. They appeared to be the same language used in Volmâr’s chamber. Hit with sudden dejavu, she desperately proceeds to place them the way she remembered how they were in order.

“Birth” “Reinvigoration” “Malice”.

Mergo only managed to open one of them ( Reinvigoration ) that actually contained a fragment of Touch of Malice. The other chest ( Malice ) begins to crack itself open, “here lies a clandestine rendezvous, an invitation to the throne room, where the daughters of Oryx reside.” Upon meeting the doors from the maze, Mergo sees a disturbing image; herself as a hive worm with hive puss fuming from its pores, squealing like a newborn creature. Mergo was frozen with shock. Without blinking, she killed it, with no hesitation. However, upon killing it, her bullet seemed to have hit a warlock, not a hybrid worm. It was Raelag, whom was required by Ikora to find her. Mergo breaks down in tears upon what she’s done, kicking her legs frantically, shooting her gun on the ground, having a full blown break down.

“I’m a monster, they’ve just been trying to tell me... I deserved to be raped, I deserved to be labeled a birthed of evil! Angel! Angel…don’t revive me... please.”

Her ghost’s name is Angel. He tries mending the situation, helping her keep her mind under control, but it only coupled to more tears. Mergo then attempts suicide with her first curse, only for the TOM Fragment to sing and churn with green energy. It was excited to hear a guardian suffer so abruptly. As Mergo looked up from the ground, she heard trembling beneath her. Raelag’s body was fidgeting on his stomach. She then flipped him over only to reveal that his helmet was gone, but his entire face was also gone. She screeched so loudly it echoed a huge shockwave in the dark chamber, then started beating Raelag frantically for him to stop seizing. As her Anxiety increased, Mergo panicked even more, then scurried quickly from the body, following a dark telepathic light that appeared before her.

Climatically, upon reaching the end of the darkness, she finally approaches the daughters floating symmetrically on both sides of the throne room, praying to their gods or god Oryx. Without the help of her fireteam, Mergo nearly died in the sequence just before the sister teleports her back into the throne room, where she almost died in the process of carrying the orb to completion. But successfully, she sufficed the battle and destroyed the last sister with her Blue Golden Gun, snuffing anything left of her.

The final battle with Oryx wasn’t like the origin raid, but Oryx actually impersonating Mergo as a doppelgänger, by using his Taken powers to forge a body of hers. Disturbingly, he manifested the Volmâr Hive Knights that raped her in the Hellmouth, and had her fight an armory of them while he regenerated his power. Mirrored by the same load out, it was unfeeling if Oryx mirrored the same skills as Mergo’s, since his was Taken Formed. Mergo fought with bloody fury, and strangled herself (Oryx) until he disintegrated.

Unfortunately, Mergo has actually won the battle, but what makes it bittersweet is, she now has to live the rest of her life with crippling mental issues. Eris is working to try and reanimate the Touch of Malice in specialty for Mergo’s on going nightmares. She will forge an artifact that glows a midnight-tinge color in the green crater surrounded by rotating rings. Eris believes this will be a specialty bedded for her Schizophrenia and PTSD, in keeping them only “alive” beyond the TOM. Oryx has received the last laugh on Mergo’s end, and Mergo is stained by the hives destructed nature alike Dredgon and Eris. Her dignity and perfection are now unbalanced, however, Ikora hopes the TOM will at least help keep her mind stable.

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Growing Pains - Chapter Five - Two Shades of Bully

It was 6:25 when I dropped my bag on the curb in front of my building, waiting for Victor’s car to pick me up. At 6:29 Victor’s car arrived, the driver coming to take my bags and open the door for me. I could see Victor was already inside, busy with his tablet, not even caring to look at me.

“Good-“ I tried to greet him as I got in, but he interrupted me.

“Schedule.” He was brief and cold, like he was talking to a software.

“Okay.” I said, trying not to get mad the first 10 seconds I’m with the CEO. “We have our flight scheduled to 7 am, which won’t be a problem because there’s not much traffic at this time. We are expected to arrive in Creekwood at 9 am, and we will be going straight to GTC, where we will have our update meeting and a tour to the textile factory to see the new machinery they bought. This is one of the meetings that will take most of our time. After this, we will be meeting the partner of Drake and Sons for a lunch meeting, and after we are going to visit their plastic components factory until 3 pm. Finally, we are heading for Happy Cow farm, expected time of arrival at 4 pm, to discuss the funding of their new insemination center. By 7 pm we arrive at the hotel, and you’ll need to get ready for the charity ball, that will start by 8:30, so you need to leave by eight. Do you need the schedule for tomorrow as well?”

“That will do.” Victor replied dryly, answering his phone, that in the meantime started vibrating.

The ride to the airport was uncomfortable, the energy so tense it was almost palpable. Fortunately, thanks to the lack of traffic, we arrived quickly.

I wasn’t surprised when we got to the airport and cut the line for check-in. I also wasn’t surprised when we were received in the plane like we were royalty, with a fancy parade of ass-kissing to Your Highness Victor Lee, King of High Horse Land. What came as a great surprise was that Victor didn’t care one bit for any of it. He showed aloofness to it all, but it wasn’t that fake indifference just to assert superiority, he was literally ignoring every advance and simply treating people with respect, like he wanted to have nothing to do with that. Not what I expected from the King at all.

The respect he had with other people didn’t extend to me though. He would scoff and spit his words to me, like I was the most ignorant person in the world. It was clear that he was still mad at me, but among all the messes I had made with him, I was unclear as to what was making him angry the most.

“I read the reports you sent me. Not so hopeless after all.” I was about to thank him when he interrupted me. “Call the flight attendant and ask for coffee. Last thing I want is for you to fall asleep on your own drool in front of our partners.”

I took a deep breath, trying to remember Diane’s words. Give him the benefit of the doubt. And I as looked at things from Diane’s perspective, I felt my emotions shift a little. He wanted to make me feel as he was punishing me, but there I was, flying first class with him. And he said he was pleased with my work, and although it wasn’t a clear well done, but more of a backhanded venomous compliment, maybe it was all that Victor Lee could muster. I remembered my harsh words in the conference room. Maybe he wasn’t humiliating me, maybe he was urging me to find my own voice. Maybe Diane was right.

“Have your coffee. Study your reports. You’ll be presenting them to the partners.” He ordered. I was astonished.

“You said I was presenting?” I repeated.

“Is the altitude affecting your hearing? I said you will be presenting them! Who wrote them in the first place? Or should I ask Ted to join the presentation as well?” It wasn’t 8 am and already Victor was losing his temper. I sighed and opened my laptop, reading my reports and preparing myself.

“Don’t make me and yourself look bad.” He added, his voice low but still menacing. I kept looking at the screen, anger boiling hard inside me, so much I wanted to cry of frustration. I hid my clenched fist between my thighs and I focused hard on my reports, hoping the distraction would take the anger away.

We arrived at the airport by 8:30, a car was already expecting us to drive us to GTC.

The 30-minute drive to GTC was silent, as it had been most of the morning, apart from the CEO’s nasty remarks. I was nervous about having to present my reports, since I feared some of my suggestions could be refused by the partners. Victor certainly wanted me to make my own suggestions and hadn’t complained so far, so I would do my best. Worst case scenario, I would have to find another job doing something else. And judging by the way my stomach was churning, maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

We were greeted at GTC by the owner, Miss Bates, a lady in her 50s that seemed to have the hots for Victor. Everything was an excuse to touch him, or slap his chest slightly, and it was obvious that her advances made him a bit uncomfortable. I expected him to say something, but he never did, probably because her advances, although annoying, were still polite and could be considered just a friendly gesture. However, he did try to politely make himself distant.

“So, Victor, will you be bringing anyone to the charity ball tonight?” Miss Bates asked, stepping closer to Victor. He gave a small step back.

“In order to answer that, I need to make sure I will be at the ball in the first place, and not stranded in some other meeting. Can we get started on the presentation?” He was quick to change the subject, probably fearing she would offer to be his date.

“Of course, dear. And please don’t call me Miss Bates, my name is Deborah.”

Victor didn’t answer, motioning me to follow him. I walked after him, holding tight to my computer, watching Miss Bates melt in laughter at every single sound that came out of Victor’s mouth. And for some reason, that was getting on my nerves.

They sat down at the large table at GTC’s conference room while I stood at the end of the table, plugging my computer to GTC’s screen with the help of one of their assistants.

I started the presentation of my reports, my analysis of the current reality and my suggestions to increase clients, as the actions they had planned could possibly not be enough to cover the investment at the desired deadline. In GTC’s case, my proposal was to invest in a good market strategy.

“What do you mean, market strategy? We are already well established in our area!” Miss Bates inquired Victor, that was sitting watching everything unfold.

“Andrea, explain to Miss Bates what you mean.”

That was it. My test. He wasn’t going to help me, he was leaving me alone to fend for myself.

“I understand you are well established in the area, but you could expand your business overseas.” I explained.

“And how do you suggest you do that? I attend every business fair, I offer fabric samples to those companies on a regular basis. What else could I do?” She asked, slightly offended.

I stopped for a minute. Here goes nothing.

“You could host a fashion show.”

Miss Bates was flabbergasted. I could see Victor was concealing a smirk with his hand.

“How am I supposed to-“

“You get your best fabrics and send them to designer overseas. You won’t probably get big names, but you’ll get enough brands to make people listen. You bring in the whole media circus, make it a big event. In the end, the best design gets a prize and visibility, while you get your fabrics to be shown in great designs. All parties benefit. I know many good Portuguese designers that would jump at such a chance. I expect it to be so for other countries as well.”

Miss Bates eyes shone at my words. She was a woman, of course a fashion show would be appealing to her. We started the tour to the factory, Miss Bates clinging to my arm.

“I absolutely love the fashion show idea! And with the samples I have to show for, we will get great designs, that we can even use to send to potential clients. It’s absolutely different than sending just a sample! They can see how it flows, how it shines under the light…”

I kept smiling and listening to her yammering, while Victor walked behind us, being told by Miss Bates’s assistant of the new equipment they had purchased recently. Miss Bates turned to Victor.

“Oh Victor, darling, I am completely ignoring you! But it’s all your fault, your brilliant mind leading other brilliant minds like hers to help partners like myself. She did a great job, you should be proud of yourself!” She said while hugging me tightly with one arm.

“She did very well, like a true golden child.” He looked at me meaningfully, and I wanted to roll my eyes at the “golden child” thing, but then I noticed his expression was… soft.

As we got in the car to leave, my heart was racing with adrenaline. I had done a good job, an excellent job, I have proven myself to be worthy of his respect. All the negative things of that morning had somehow evaporated, and I was surely a happy camper. Victor seemed to be in a good mood too.

“Did you see that? I thought she was going to bite my head off, but she actually loved it! Oh my God, the rush!” I turned to him, worried. “Did I do well? Do you think I overstepped? Should I have not suggested that?”

Victor chuckled. That sound was so rare and beautiful that my heart started beating hard on my chest.

“Do you really think I would let you present if I didn’t trust your abilities? I expected you to excel. I wasn’t mistaken.” He said, his expression relaxed, freer than usual. My face fell. I felt like an idiot.

“I actually considered you were trying to make me trip so you could fire me justifiably. I remember your threats.” I said, suddenly feeling ashamed.

“Calling me a bully would be justifiable enough, I think. What kind of monster do you take me for? I was just displeased at how you just let yourself be led by Ted like that, forgetting your own opinions. And I had to make sure you’d stay long enough to prove yourself your worth.” Victor seemed a little irritated, although he kept his soft expression. “Besides, which kind of bully would you prefer? The kind that pokes you hard enough to move forward and be the best possible version of yourself, or the kind that nicely tells you to take their ideas in detriment of your own?”

I stopped, thinking. That was exactly what Ted was doing. Instead of helping me grow, he was trying to keep me weak and ignorant, using me to make himself feel better. It wasn’t a smack on the face, but it felt just as abusive. Of course, there was the chance that he was just being nice, but he wasn’t actually helping me.

“Not everyone that is nice to you is looking out for your best interest, Andrea.”

I remained silent, churning on what I just heard. If my mother was there, she would be nodding silently, agreeing with Victor. I sighed, guilt washing over me.

“I was unfair to you. You’re not the easiest of people, but you’re not a bad person either. I’m sorry.” I said, the guilt clear in my voice.

“Forget all about it. Just keep up the good work.” Victor said, clearing his throat.

The rest of the day went on with lunch, and meetings, and constant driving and running around. Feeling more confident, I presented my reports and the meetings went smoothly, always under Victor’s careful and supportive eye. Funny how the same actions, the same facial expressions, the same words can feel so different from a new perspective. I watched Victor, and instead of seeing the ruthless, cold and aloof dictator, I someone else entirely. An honorable and kind man, like Diane said. The same man that helped me when my car broke down, and I initially thought was only a mirage.

We finished the meetings earlier than expected. It was 6 o’clock when we arrived at the hotel.

As we were waiting for the elevator, Victor turned to me.

“Did you bring a gown?” He asked, as the elevator opened its doors. We both got in.

“You told me to.”

“Good. You’re coming to the charity ball with me. Be at the lobby at 7: 55 pm.”

“It’s fine, I don’t mind staying in my room. I’ll get some work done.” I swatted at his suggestion, the thought of pizza and a movie way more appealing than a 7-course meal.

“I wasn’t asking.” Victor said, but he didn’t look aggravated. In fact, I could swear I had seen a brief hint of a smile. “This is my floor. See you later.”

I stared at the elevator doors closing, my mouth slightly hanging. Ok, then.

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Woo-hoo, à part 3! I am on a roll. Also I think I'm gonna need a title for this, but I'm having trouble finding one. If any of you have any ideas, please let me know. As usual let me know what you think! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~You were sure if anyone would see you right now, they would think you are short of a marble. Smiling up at the little baby gorilla's playing with each other.

It reminded you of the childhood that you never got to know. So carefree, so fun.

For some reason monkeys always peeked your interest. They had for years.

"beautiful isn't it?"

You looked to the woman next to you. Realising it was one of the caretakers smiling at you.

"yeah, it is. They seem happy." you said genuinely.

"we do our best" she said looking over at the gorilla's. "you see that one over there?" she pointed.

You looked over to the big man of a monkey standing in the corner watching over the babies. You nodded.

"he was the first of his kind to be conceived through artificial insemination."

You looked over at the woman shocked.

"seriously? That is awesome."

"it is. Well I hope you enjoy the rest of your visit to the zoo. I have to go feed the beasts"

You waved at her before going back to observing the beautiful creatures in front of you.

You had been standing there for about two hours already. Had gone into the zoo the second it opened, going straight to the monkey area. Both because somewhere deep down you hoped Henry would show up, but also because you just wanted to watch them play. Before the big crowds would show up.

You saw one of the babies grabbing one of the adults like it was a wrestle match. And the big monkey played along like she was losing. You laughed at the hearty exchange between the two.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~henry woke up early the next morning. Barely feeling anything from his night out. But as soon as he remembered everything that had been said the night before he started getting ready, so he could go to the zoo.

About two hours after the zoo opened he made it there, the zookeepers all greeting him with surprised looks on their faces. Admitted it was rare to see him at the zoo the day after he was already there for the race.

Keeping the pace up, he walked towards the monkeys only to be stopped dead in his tracks.

A few meters in front of him he saw what must've been the most beautiful sight he had ever witnessed in his life.

The beautiful girl, y/n, in a pair of Jean shorts, a white short sleeved blouse and a pair of vans on her body. Showing him just how strong her legs really were. He had thought of her being stronger than she looked last night in that dress of hers, but now actually being able to see the muscles move, in such a feminine way. It set his mind on fire.

She had her y/h/c hair in a ponytail at the back of her head. Flowing in soft waves down her back.

She was running from one side of the glass wall to the other, laughing as the monkeys followed her in what he felt was a speed competition between races.

He couldn't help but stare but when he glanced around he found he wasn't the only one. A little to his right was a woman in her fifties taking pictures of the sight before them with her Nikon.

A couple of kids, sitting on a bench against the wall, were laughing along with y/n, tears rolling down their faces.

And to his left were two zookeepers, the ones he knew worked with these monkeys on a daily basis, with smiles on their faces as they witnessed how much fun their animals were having.

Henry didn't think he ever looked up to someone as much he does you.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You were out of breath, crouching in front of the window of the howler monkeys. The animals looking at you as to say to keep going.

"oh no, you" you pointed at the creatures "we are done! You win" you laugh one more time before turning around, giggling and taking a bow for all the people looking at you as if you were their hero.

When you looked back up is when you saw him. Standing just a couple of steps away from you. Black shorts and a blue tank top making his eyes all the more blue.

You slowly made your way to the giant man, the smile on your face never leaving.

"well look who's here" you said faking shock.

Though you actually were surprised to see him there. You hoped he'd come but you didn't think he would. You believed he would wake up and be glad he wouldn't have to deal with 'the girl from the bar'. But here he was.

"who?" Henry said looking around him.

"oh I don't know it's only superman" you said to him as if it was a secret. But then turned to the kids sitting on the bench "oh my god guys, it's superman!" you said just loud enough for the kids to hear. Who in their turn looked super excited to see him.

Laughing at their childish glee you turned back to Henry.

"I wanted to apologize for last night" he started before you interrupted him.

"don't. You had one too many drinks, it's fine. I believe we've all been there at some point." you shrugged.

"besides" a mischievous smirk on your lips, "if I'm gonna sleep with Henry cavill he better be in his right mind, cause I will make him remember it for the rest of his life" you winked. Seeing him gulp before bursting out in a laughing fit.

"oh my god, you're face."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~that laugh would be the dead of him, he was sure of it. Every time he heard the sound his heart would skip a beat, or a whole lot of beats.

Since the second he had seen you running with the monkeys to this point she hadn't stopped smiling for one second and it was refreshing. It didn't look fake. It was as if she genuinely saw life in a different light as everybody else.

She had been standing with him for about ten minutes and he had barely uttered a word, being the nervous wreck he is.

"I have a little something planned for us. If you would like to accompany me?" he said finally getting out of the haze she put him in.

"well, I would love to, kind sir." she said linking her arm with his.

If he had to describe her in just one word it would be free. That much he learned in the short moments he shared with her.

He guided her to one of the private entrances near the monkey enclosure and knocked on the door.

"what are we doing?" she said curiously looking around.

A blonde woman opened the door, a look of recognition on her face. But for one's it wasn't directed at him. "you! Ah Henry you couldn't have picked a better one. Come in, come in." the lady said while ushering them into the room.

"you two know each other?"he asked confused.

" ah no, knowing is a big word. We've met earlier today. She told me some facts about the gorilla's." y/n explained quickly.

Henry nodded to let them know he understood.

" so I will let you two help me prepare some of the food for the monkeys and if you want you can help me feed them later. " the blonde explained.

Henry looked over at you to see your reaction he hoped this would be something you would like. He had dated woman who just wanted to go on dates to restaurants. Where they would get served and not do anything. He was more fond of doing something different for a change. And when he found out she'd be at the zoo to meet him he had called the zoo and asked them for a favor.

He saw how your eyes lit up with excitement. "I get to feed them?"

She looked up to him and back at the blonde, who in turn nodded.

Y/N clapped her hands ones. "alright let's do this!"

Henry laughed and shook his head. This was gonna be interesting.

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deans-baby-momma · 5 years ago

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The Padackles Link-Chapter 62

“What?!” Jared asks, dumbfounded. "You want me to sleep with Drea?"

Gen can't help but laugh at the way her husband's voice raises at least two octaves. His veracity and simplicity endearing as he stares at her in shock.

"No, silly," Gen answers between giggles. "The doctor would inseminate her with a few of my eggs, fertilize them with your sperm, and then hope and pray one-or more, implants into her uterus. It's all very clinical and impersonal. He or she would be our child, just borne by Drea."

"Sounds very...scientific, " he states. "Are you sure? I mean, this is how you want to expand our family?"

"Yea, I am," Gen confirms with a nod. "The boys are growing so fast and I have always dreamed of having a big family. Don't get me wrong, I love Tom and Shep but I miss them being babies. Plus, I’ve kinda always wanted a little girl."

"Okay. Let's do it," Jared exclaims eagerly.

"Really?" She is amazed by how easily he had been persuaded.

"Yea!" Jared says, beaming. "I mean, don't get me wrong. It will be weird as hell seeing another woman round with my kid but there is an upside to it," he finishes, pulling his wife's body to his.

"What's that?" Gen asked, cuddling up to him.

"I don’t have to worry about getting rejected when I want to fuck you," Jared says, rolling over until he’s hovering above her. "I won't have to listen to you complain about being fat and undesirable. I love you Genevieve and I always will."

"I love you too, Jared," Gen responds wrapping her arms around his neck. "I always will."

Pulling him down to her, Gen kisses him, promptly turning the contact wanton.

When they pull apart to catch their breath, she looks up into her husband's eyes, the usual hazel irises shrouded with lust.

"You know, I wouldn't be opposed to a little of that right now," she whispers, batting her lashes and smiling seductively.

Jared growls as he attacks her, her giggles turning to mewls and whimpers as he completely ravages her body.

Ackles Home

As soon as I put Jackson down, my mind goes back to the earlier conversation in the truck. "Take care of yourself too and look in the third drawer of the chest in the closet.” Jensen had declared. I anxiously wash and shave in the shower, excited to see just what was in that drawer. Once I was sure that everything was nice and smooth I step out and wrap the fluffy terrycloth towel around myself. I quickly check the monitor, the screen showing Jackson asleep in his crib.

Grabbing the moisturizer, I lather up my body with the peach-scented lotion, making sure to get the bare areas I had created. My mind wanders to the closet, wondering what was in there and when Jensen had put it there. I grab the robe from the hook on the wall and tie it up.

Going to the closet, I flip the light switch on and look excitedly at the chest of drawers. Approaching it, I cautiously reach out and touch the handle of the third drawer and pull it open.

Inside is a garment box with a pale pink ribbon wrapped around it, tied into a perfect bow in the middle of the lid. Plucking the package out of its hiding spot, I walked over to the bench that separates the two areas of the closet.

Smiling, I gently pull the bindings off the box and lift the top. I gasped as I saw what was nestled inside.

Meanwhile, across town Jensen is sitting at the bar, listening to Bob prattle on about his business and his ideas to expand to other cities. The bartender sits another beer in front of him and without thought, Jensen picks it up and takes a drink.

By the time Jensen is paying attention to his friend again, Bob has moved on to talking about family.

"So how are the missus and the baby? Though I guess she isn't much of a baby anymore, huh?" Bob chuckled as he nudges their shoulders together. "SueEllen and I had our first two so close together it was almost like having twins."

Jensen’s heart squeezes at the mention of twins. He and Drea had- or is it have?-twins. Jacob just isn't here anymore. He smiles at the older gentleman.

"I have a son now," Jensen proudly announces. "He and JJ are 23 months apart. Jackson has an angel twin, passed, uh ...pretty early into the pregnancy, though."

"Sorry to hear that, man," Bob offers.

Jensen finishes off his beverage and fishes out his wallet, going to pay for his drink. Bob lays a hand on his arm and smiles. "On the house, my friend."

"Thanks." Jensen slides his wallet back into his pocket and gets up. "It was nice catching up but I better get back."

"Tell Dani I said hello."

Jensen cringes through a smile and walks away, heading for the door. Outside, he unlocks his door and gets in. He lays his head on the wheel and closes his eyes. What the hell is he doing? He should've set Bob straight. He and Danneel aren't together. He has a son with another woman.

Turning the key in the ignition, Jensen pulls out onto the road and drives, no idea where he is going. He knows he needs to head home, Drea is there waiting for him but the fight with Dani is still fresh on his mind. The words, "She probably wouldn’t pay any attention to JJ, anyway. She's got her own kid to maintain" are running through his head. Does Drea pay more attention to Jackson than she does JJ? Is their son more important to his girlfriend than his daughter? Jensen wants to answer both of those with a resounding “No!” but doubt claws its way into his head.

Pulling into the driveway, Jensen looks up to the window he knows is the bedroom to see the light still on. Thank god! Maybe he can talk this out and prove to himself that Dani is wrong about the way his girlfriend felt about JJ.

Padalecki Home

Gen watches as her husband comes out of the bathroom and approaches the bed. She is completely and thoroughly exhausted. Their love-making had become an event. The way Jared had whispered in her ear describing how much she turned him on to how she felt as he explored every inch of her body, leaving nary an inch untouched, had Gen practically vibrating with need before they even got to the main event.

The second he had slid into her warm, tight channel, Gen had come undone. The stretch of her walls to accommodate his ample length had her throwing her head back in ecstasy. No matter how often they had sex, Jared always seemed to hit new spots that had her seeing stars.

With each thrust, Jared's dick had continually grazed her g-spot and when he lifted her legs onto his shoulder to push deeper into her, he steadily bumped against it until she screamed through her release.

Now here she lay, blissfully satiated and fulfilled, waiting for her husband-her lover-to join her back in their bed.

"Are you sure you're on board with my idea?" she asks as he lay down beside her. "You don't want to think about? Pro and con it?"

Genevieve Padalecki had learned early on that any and all decisions Jared made were carefully processed and a list of pros and cons of each outcome was put together before the final determination was made.

"Nah, it's a good plan. You want more kids and I want to make you happy. "

Gen couldn't help but scoff as she sits up against the headboard, the sheet falling down and exposing her bare breasts.

"No," she demands, crossing her arms. "Don't just agree to make me happy. I want you to want this too. I don't want you to, one day down the road, despise me or whatever kid or kids would come of this. I want you to be in this 100%."

"I am, baby," Jared says as he sits up beside his wife. "I want more kids too. Honestly, it broke my heart when you had to have the hysterectomy. I thought our baby-making days were over. I just didn't say anything because I didn't want you to think I thought any less of you. I love you Gen. I don't ever want you to think I don't."

Hearing his confession brings tears to Gen's eyes. To know that he had been as heartbroken as she was with the procedure warms her heart. She wipes the tears from her face and smiles.

"You big lug! I love you," she says as she straddles his lap. "I want to give you as many kids as you want. But we shouldn't get too far ahead of ourselves. Drea could still say no."

"I know," Jared agrees, grabbing her hips and pulling her closer. "Doesn't mean we can't practice," he murmurs as he leans up to kiss her, his right hand moving toward her womanhood.

The doorbell sounding through the house made him stop and sigh as she climbs off of him.

"Whoever that is, they better be dying," he says as he pulls a pair of sweats on and heads out to see who's at the door.

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zakthefiend · 5 years ago

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My Eldar Headcanons

(BEFORE YOU READ THIS, KNOW I’M RELATIVELY NEW TO THE HOBBY AND HAVE ONLY RECENTLY BEGUN READING THE BOOKS AND CODEX. These are just some silly thoughts I had on the enigmatic but prideful race of space elves in 40k. All five factions!)

Aeldari as a whole:

There’s no LGBT organization since there never was a need for one. Due to the extended lifespans and being practically the oldest continuing race(besides necrons and orkz), they pretty much don’t care about sexuality. Gay, straight, bi, pan, ace, doesn’t matter to them one bit!

This also includes genders identification. They live for over a millennia, they have the time to not care about something that really isn’t bothersome.

Martial arts and duels are the most popular past time for any Aeldari. The sight of weapons clashing and fists flying has been a favored past time for them.

Philosophy and deep thinking is an natural quality they all share. You will not find a race better at poetic thought than the Aeldari.

The pride they still cling too is not unfounded. They are still the only ones to have wraithbone technology, they are the most psychically powerful species, have mastered the art of war beyond Millennia, and had the entire galaxy in the palms of their hands. They also still hold influence for a majority of the webway.

Ynnari are both a blessing and a curse to the eyes of the elves. One hand, they could lead them to a new era of salvation. Other hand, doom their species to complete and utter destruction. It’s a gamble, and this species is very adamant of taking any anymore.

Asuryani(Craftworld Eldar):

Not one Craftworld is the same as the other. Sure the core idea of Asuryani are the same, but years drifting in the void has added much more different traditions and practices. Biel-Tan, the most militaristic of the Craftworlds, probably have a heavy support to the military and has the most willing fighters in the Craftworld. Saim-hann meanwhile, probably prefer to race and show off their speed however way they can.

There are still festivities and celebrations on the Craftworlds, their just not as big as grand as say a Drukhari party. To avoid Slaanesh, excess in anything is restrained as possible, and you can enjoy yourself as long as you don’t have TOO much fun. They try to find the balance between the two, but end up constricting it’s people to tightly.

Those who follow the path of a warrior are treated similarly to celebrities. This has caused many who want fame and recognition to go down the paths. You can imagine how much they change after actually going through with it. These same new bloods are given another chance to leave. They don’t allow those simply seeking fame and admiration instead of duty.

When Asuryani want to have sex, they have a special circlet that dampens the psychic presence they have to Tau levels of existence. It takes time to get used to, so it’s more common for insemination to be used instead. Still, the child cannot be brought in until the spirit stone has been prepared.

Minor Craftworlds(Craftworlds half the size of average Craftworlds) are much more likely to be raided, attacked, or pillaged. Those same ones are found going through the Webway more, escorted by Corsairs, or cutting deals with the Imperium than the usual ones. Don’t be fooled! They are still powerful vessels that would require some serious firepower to take out!

Asuryani are the most adamant on joining Yvrainne and her crusade. They’re goal is to survive, and joining the Ynnari is something they just risk. Only the exodites are more refusing.

Drukhari(Dark Eldar):

You know Victorian England? That’s the Drukhari. Except add metal music too. They believe in being the most upstanding individual in the most blatantly corrupt society. By being the absolute worst individuals imaginable.

Bondage resembling the movie hellraiser in public? Sure! Holding hands and showing affections? SCANDALOUS!

They are the true remnants of the Aeldari empire. Despite your opinion, they are the ones with the most technology from their empire, they were a legitimate faction in the empire, and they still follow customs from the empire. Since they are the ones that remember the customs(their cult customs) had done.

A kabal, coven, and cult will support each other just as much as they are willing to try and kill each other. They can’t outright since each faction has something that is incredibly precious to the Drukhari. Coven: Biological and Scientific manipulation, Cults: Entertainment and scout knowledge(A wych cult were the first to discover the Tyranids for the Drukhari), and Kabals: Military and order.

Cults, Kabals, and Covens bring in slaves but never the same type. Wyches will take as many type of species as they can, Kabals LOVE to take high ranking individuals to play with, and Covens will find the strongest just to fuck with.

They still believe in their gods, but not as much as the others might. Khaine being popular with the wyches, but the others tend to do their own things instead of listening or wasting time on serving a dead god.

Nobles still exist, but their power and influence have diminished almost entirely. Very few even retain some aspects of their previous power.

Despite the daemonic incursions, infighting, chaos warbands, imperial might, and Tyranid invasions, the Drukhari are the most likely to outlast the other Eldars.

Corsairs(Pirate Eldar):

The most likely type of eldar to meet. As well as the most honest of their kin, since as long as you don’t cross them you’ll be fine. Human relationships are better... but only as much as you can expect from the xenophobic Imperium.

They have seen the most of the galaxy, and yet, they have barely found the entirety of the galaxy’s secrets.

They were the first Eldars to discover the Tyranids that enter the galaxy, but it was only in hushed whispers and rumors. Originally just some species of space whales or a new kind of daemon than what the galaxy will soon learn.

They are by fat, the best fliers and maneuvers in the galaxy. No other species can match their speed and agility as they fly across the stars. You need to get to somewhere quickly and safely? Get a corsair!

They are the bulk of Yvraine’s fleet and soldiers. After all, everything is coming to the end... why not go out swinging?

Adventurers, pirates, mercenaries, their whatever they need to be when it comes to the job. Mon’keigh, Tau, Asuryani, even Drukhari, if there’s adventure and excitement(and a bit of coin never hurt anyone), they’ll be sure to do it!

Exodites(Tribal Eldar):

The only level of tech their willing to go to is basic black powder. No steampunk or western style eldar, Your more likely to find Neolithic to Medieval Exodites with them.

Everything is done with the bare minimum and done quietly to avoid the humans from discovering them. They’ve adapted to their own worlds, such as traveling silently by trees in dense forests or moving under the sands in dune worlds.

They do keep an advanced transmitter so to get help from a Craftworld or a passing by Corsair fleet if the world is too far gone to be habitable or they’ve been incredibly compromised. Look to what Vulkan did to the last Exodites on a planet for a better understanding...

Hit and run tactics, guerrilla warfare, scouting, and guides through death worlds, Exodites are widely used by other Aeldari in search through forgotten ruins or lost cities all decayed to almost dust. They avoid them as they were what brought their fall, and will allow the others to repeat the same lesson that they clearly haven’t learned.

Some have dinosaurs, others have large birds of prey, kraken sized squids, and pretty much any other beast of burden to aid them. Dinosaurs are just more well known because every species can agree that dinos are cool.

Harlequin(Clown Eldar):

When you see one running, probably best to run with that one. They’re never too far from showing a performance or from danger either! Expect a surprise no matter what the outcome!

The only eldar that are given passage anywhere due to how strange yet entrancing they are. Their arrival means a play will begin! However, what play that will be, entertainment or for bloodshed, is only found out too late. Be weary around them!

They speak in rhymes and poetry. This also includes anecdotes, haiku, hand gestures, charades(really good at those), or with tarot cards. The meaning being shrouded by mystery that only few have managed to figure out BEFORE it was executed...

If you haven’t guessed yet, they’re the most mysterious of the eldars. WHICH IS SAYING SOMETHING WITH ALL THIS SHROUDED MYSTERY FOR THEIR ENTIRE RACE! Sorry, got my gripe at how much more lore there is for Space Marines than... well anyone else really. To the topic! It is said they also reside in the webways like the Drukhari, but in more remote regions that not even they know!

The most flexible species in the galaxy. While much can be thanked by the gravity belt around their waist, they can still bend and flex in ways that could break your mind! Great for distractions, no denial there!

Their also the best dancers, play performers, artists, story tellers, and the most colorfully dressed Eldars as well! They could do an entire play of the Horus Heresy to PERFECT detail, but choose not to since humans wouldn’t like the thought of their god being a massive dick. They also purposely screw up a part in a play so not to give Slaanesh power from their performance. Only their god, Cegorach, may have their energy.

#eldar #Craftworld #dark eldar #drukhari #corsair #corsairs #exodite #harlequin #aeldari #space elves #warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000

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discyours · 6 years ago

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You know what, if I’m gonna go there I’m gonna go there. Most truscum’s hate of he/him lesbians as a general concept shows a lack of critical thinking and an inability to even examine your own thought processes. First off, let’s agree on one thing. Female is a sex, not a gender, and it means “of or denoting the sex that can bear offspring or produce eggs, distinguished biologically by the production of gametes (ova) which can be fertilized by male gametes.”. Male is also a sex, not a gender, and it means ”of or denoting the sex that produces gametes, especially spermatozoa, with which a female may be fertilized or inseminated to produce offspring.“ If you’re not with me at this point go ahead and scroll past because I won’t be able to get any of my points across. Next point; inhibiting your ability to produce ova/spermatozoa (getting a oophorectomy/castration) will not stop you from being of the sex that produces ova/spermatozoa. If you still agree at this point, you’re gonna have to agree that all trans men are female, and all trans women are male. Not misgendering them, we already agreed that male and female aren’t genders.

Moving on, let’s look at the definitions of man and woman.

Man

/noun

1.an adult human male.

Woman

noun

an adult human female.

Well shit. What about the definition of lesbian?

Lesbian

/noun

1.a homosexual woman.

Homosexual

/adjective

1.sexually attracted to people of one's own sex.

And for the sake of getting them all over with, he/him;

/pronoun

1.used to refer to a man, boy, or male animal previously mentioned or easily identified.

/noun

1.a male; a man.

Him

/pronoun

1.used as the object of a verb or preposition to refer to a male person or animal previously mentioned or easily identified.

None of these are cherrypicked, they are the very first definitions that pop up on google and you’d have a hard time finding any contradicting definitions for such basic words. So according to Google, I am a female, a woman, a lesbian, and referring to me with he/him would be incorrect (what a TERF).

So why, while fully acknowledging that I’m female, do I still call myself a straight man and use he/him pronouns? Because I’m dysphoric, obviously, but why do I go against the definitions of these words? I do so because I’ve deemed it reasonable. So has every other trans person, and a large amount of cis allies. I refuse to budge on male/female because they are biological terms, but I think it’s reasonable to give that leeway with social terms. I also put a lot of effort into passing, and people tend to assume I’m male because of it. With that in mind, applying these social terms to me is most practical, comes most naturally to most of the people I run into, and again, I’ve deemed it reasonable. But those are the only arguments I have. I am very blatantly going against the currently accepted definitions, and people might very reasonably disagree with me on what is and isn’t reasonable.

I’ve personally drawn the line at biological terms. Other trans men draw that line closer and do refer to themselves as male. Others draw it further, and that’s where you get he/him lesbians.

Now, I understand being against people who fully identify as trans men but call themselves lesbians because they want maximum queer points™. I fully understand being against males who want to put in the least possible amount of effort to be able to call themselves lesbians. But those are not the only people identifying as lesbians while using he/him. Some of them are just females with gender dysphoria, who have not deemed it reasonable to refer to themselves as men, a term reserved for adult human males, but still wish to reduce dysphoria.

If it’s reasonable to you to twist the definitions of man, even of he/him pronouns themselves, but still start fucking fuming saying that he/him pronouns refer to men, therefore can’t refer to lesbians... I don’t know what to tell you man. You’re a hypocrite.

#truscum #transmed #gender critical #terfs interact

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loquaciouseric · 6 years ago

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Read

✆ ~ social media au

⁂ ~ series

❀ ~ mature

☁ ~ angst

❤ ~ fluff

☯ ~ mafia au

♔ ~ royal au

☤ ~ vampire au

BTS

Kim Seokjin

LOVELY LITTLE MESS (M) ~ elling seokjin of your pregnancy should not be so daunting, but you keep it hidden from him as long as you can—at least until you are sitting with him in a bathtub and the secret comes spilling out. (expecting parents au)

⇢ genre: fluff, smut

⇢ word count: 6.14k

the boss ~ Jin comes back from a mission gone wrong, and while it only seems simple, you find it’s really your past coming back to haunt you. ~ angst, smut, gang au, mafia au ~ 12.2k

Golden Boy ~ The golden boy of the porn industry, prettier than half his female co-stars. Will sue if you pull his hair. Always bothering his neighbours with pizza delivery. ~ 9,208

a kiss of marble ~ His gaze trails down your nose and lingers on your lips, before falling to the curve of your neck and the tiny bend of your shoulder visible above your t-shirt, the attention so acute and suggestive that it feels like a tangible brush on your skin. “Hmm… I’ve got a few ideas.” ~ smut, fluff, supernatural, vampire!au ~ 9.9k

BOBSY-DIE ~ Anonymous said to rbuns: Not sure if you’re doing requests but Halloween related I would die for a seokjin or Namjoon or taehyung werewolf fic of them being in heat and smuttyness and knitting and risk of pregnancy?? Like the whole “I’m gonna fill you with my cum have my pups bitch” type fic. I just need a rough dom wolf and extremely horny bratty sub reader and knotting. Even better if the reader is just a hybrid or a werecat?? Love werewolf werecat relationships. ~ smut, angst, fluff, wolf!au, supernatural creatures!au ~ 11.6k

blue scales ~ the plan was to woo the pretty human and make her love him back. it was most definitely not almost kill the human every time he forgot he’s a bloody siren and his taylor swift singing fests in the shower are deadly as shit. ~ fluff, angst ~ 4.3k

SILLY KITTY ~ hybrid au, fluff ~ 21.7k

All Along ~ It’s no surprise when you learn you’ll soon be engaged to one of the Kim brothers. What does come as a shock, is just how determined Seokjin is to make sure that person is him. ~ arranges!marriage ~ 13k

The Pretenders ~ wolf!au ~ 12,339

Pink Panther ~ hybrid!au, smut ~ 13k

The Act of Persuasion ~ When two critters arrive at his doorstep he didn’t know that they would cause a bear who marched to the rhythm of the ants realises there’s more to life walking in straight lines. However in order walk out of those lines he had to make a deal to save others and his two little ones, but at what cost? Then there’s me, the one who only sees in parallel. I walk in the footprints my parents have made in the path. What happens when my perspective changes because of a silly bear? ~ bear hybrid, actress, CEO, arranged Marriage, fluff, angst, single parent ~ 20.9k

off limits ~ you’ve been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse… ~ brother’s best friend au; smut, angst, fluff ~ 8 parts/82,795

show me ~ your friend Jin has a proposition for you that you can’t seem to refuse, no matter how hard you try. ~ smut, fluff, little angst ~ 14,138

what 2 do ~ what happens when the college roommate you thought was definitely going to be girl turns out to be the most gorgeous guy you’ve ever encountered in all your years of life? It’s a stupid misunderstanding on your part, but maybe, just maybe, it won’t be so bad after all… ~ smut, fluff, slight angst ~ 13,759

dimple ~ What’s the rule again? How many dates does it take for you have sex with a guy? Three? Five? Ten?! What if all this waiting and you can’t remember how to do it? It’s been so long since the last time you swear you’ve forgotten! You’re desperate, and that’s how you end up asking your roommate for help. Only trouble is, you get much more than you bargained for… ~ smut, comedy, slight angst, romance, slow burn, roommates/friends ~ 14,725

𝕄𝕚𝕟 𝕐𝕠𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕚

CARING IS CREEPY ❤ ~ ❛❛we hooked up last night even though i rarely do that kind of thing and now you’re cornering me in the cafe and oh god apparently you think i’m cute and want to go on a date this is not at all what i anticipated❜❜ (bad boy au; college au)

Conveniently ~ Slice of life, Single Parent!Reader, Convenience Store Owner!Yoongi, lots of fluff, tiny bit of angst because I’m me and cannot be stopped, smut. ~ 22k.

Amor Vincit Omnia ~ Arranged Marriage Gang! AU . BTS Suga /Min Yoongi and OC . The worst thing you can do to a guy? Marry him when he begs you not to. Worst thing you can do to yourself? Fall in love with him afterwards. ~ Violence , Romance, Drama ~ 20 parts

a heart full of love ~ people say that actors are the most dramatic people in the world but those people haven’t met a certain min yoongi.{enemies to lovers!au, high school!au, actor!au} ~ fluff, angst ~ 10k

annoying ✆ ~ enemies to lovers ~ 20 parts

COFFEE TASTE ❀ ~ As in what happens when you disturb your boyfriend late at night in his studio uninvited and try to lure him home. ~ 2963

UNDER CONSTRUCTION ✆ ~ In which y/n is just trying to figure out what to do with her life with the help from her (un)helpful friends ~ 50 parts

THE GALAXY IN OUR HEARTS ~ min yoongi has been raising his daughter on his own her entire life, convinced that he needs no one else apart from their family of two. you come along to change that. (single parent au) ~ 6.16k ~ fluff

ink petals ~ when Yoongi turns to your shop for drawing practice inspiration, neither of you could have forseen the way things unfold and just how deep you both would fall. ~ tattooartist!yoongi, florist!oc, smut, fluff, angst ~ 10.5k

All I Want for Christmas ~ singledad, CEO!yoongi x secretary!reader ~ 13k

aquiver ~ Yoongi can’t remember the last time he was able to successfully bring himself to the point of orgasm, then Namjoon gives him a business card advertising ‘Healing Hands’, and that’s where he meets you; pretty and innocent looking, who gets paid to provide hand jobs for a living… ~ smut ~ 8 parts

Act On It ~ You learn that the cute barista you’ve been crushing on might have an…otherworldly disposition after you accidentally cut yourself. ~ college!au, coffee shop!au, vampire!au, Fluff, Angst, Smut ~ 15,639

Breakfast in Bed ~ “Min Yoongi, a grumpy Ikea employee, is wondering who you are and why exactly you’re sleeping in the display bed at his Ikea.” ~ ikea employee!au, smut, fluff, semi crack/humour ~ 12k

City Lights ~ Min Yoongi is the one man in your life who you love unconditionally, despite having ended your relationship a month prior. It’s not until you spot him at a nightclub do you realise that maybe it wasn’t a great idea to go out after all. ~ fluff, angst ~ 7.033

ivory paws ~ Winter time brings Christmas, and the snow outside brought you a stray cat. But your little companion is far more unique than meets the eye, and in a time of need, he becomes the biggest surprise and best holiday gift of them all. ~ shifter!yoongi, fluff, angst, smut ~ 8.8k

BASKETBALLCAPTAIN ~ 18.4k

keep the change ~ typically an old man works the night shift at Greg’s Place. however, it seems there’s a new cute guy working the register at night now. and it just so happens it’s finals week… ~ light humor, fluff, smut, cashier!yoongi ~ 5.3k

Forever, We Are Young ~ A story in which everyone is a poor college kid, Min Yoongi is a pianist who never seems to sleep, and you are a plucky young art student with some eccentric friends. ~ pianist!yoongi x art student!reader (feat. photographer!taehyung), social media au, fluff, humor ~ 40 parts

hybrid!yoongi

THE SUGAR WARS ~ Maybe tasting everything his soulmate eats wouldn’t be so bad if Yoongi’s soulmate didn’t have the largest sweet tooth Ever. Maybe you wouldn’t need to sweeten everything if he didn’t drink his coffee so bitter ~ soulmate!au ~ 5.3k

CEO!YOONGI ~ 21k

MAYBE I’M A LITTLE DANGEROUS (MAYBE LOVE IS TOO) ~ RARE SOULMATE MARKS DON’T GUARANTEE THAT YOU FIND YOUR SOULMATE EASILY, AND WHEN YOUR SOULMATE IS THE HEAD OF A MAFIA, BEING TOGETHER WILL NEVER BE EASY EITHER… ~ mafia!au ~ 4.3k

At Your Service ~ Your Grandpa adopted him, ex-K-9 police dog hybrid, to kept the auto shop safe. He had to fulfill his viscous guard dog hybrid appeal, but he was putty in your hands. However, when an unexpected event happens you take ownership of Yoongi, your best friend…but when tensions build, will he want to stay with you? ~ Fluff, Smut, Hybrid au ~ 10k

Sticky Honey ~ yoongi’s every day life with you is a gift, you’re his favourite human ~ smut, tattoo artist/vampire!yoongi ~ 6,907

Ink and Honey ~ yoongi has been around for centuries, he’s a tattoo artist when he meets you. he becomes completely, and utterly intoxicated with you ~ smut, tattoo artist, vampire!yoongi ~ 10,203

mastering ~ smut ~ 5,333

show off ~ smut, light fluff & angst ~ 6,044

ANDROID!YOONGI ~ 24k

a brush of silk ~ His lips curl around your around your neck, whispering, “I want slow today. You good with that, baby?”“You say that like you ever want anything else, old man,” you quip back, your voice a tad breathless. ~ smut, vampire au, idol au, supernatural au ~ 5.6k

Late Bloomer ~ wolf!au ~ 21,041

Kitten’s Little Flame ~ You (cat hybrid) have transferred to a new elementary school because your parents have moved towns. You start your new kindergarten class and meet other hybrids, but one special one catches your eye, Yoongi, the dragon hybrid. How will you manage this new environment? ~ fluff, slight angst, hybrid, children BTS ~ 6 parts

settle down ~ An unfortunate event finds you living with the man you practically despise over the summer. However, maybe through a series of fortunate events, you find yourself falling for him… ~ smut, angst, fluff, slow burn, enemies to lovers ~ 14,930

INSEMINATION WARS P1 ~ getting pregnant isn’t an easy feat, especially when balancing work and a stubborn husband. a chronological compilation that highlights the trial and error of good old-fashioned baby making ~ 5k

INSEMINATION WARS P2 ~ after a winded six months of trying to get pregnant, you find yourself seeking help by means of sometimes ludicrous methods. or, part two of a chronological compilation that highlights the trial and error of good old-fashioned baby making. ~ 15k

INSEMINATION WARS P3 ~ as the first trial year dwindles to a close, things begin to settle. or, part three of a chronological compilation that highlights the trial and error of good old-fashioned baby making. ~ 18k

Please Be Naked ~ you find it’s easy to become addicted to a distraction… ~ smut, angst, rebound au ~ 8 parts

RULE OF THIRST ~ vampires were just folklore until yoongi became one. now he’s got only two emotions: you and hunger. and tonight, you let him feed off you. ~ vampire au ~ 12k

boy.girl ~ Boy. Girl. It’s as simple as that. Girl can’t get a good date—scrap that—girl can’t get a good lay, and boy is willing to help out with that… Friends with benefits seems the perfect solution, except for the fact, it’s not. It never is. Not when boy already has feelings for girl… ~ smut, slight angst, romance, friends with benefits au, roommate! yoongi ~ 14,139

Skin Deep ~ Tattoo artist!Reader AU. Friends to lovers, slow burn. Smut. ~ 10 parts

kitten ~ Yoongi’s focus on work has subjected your relationship to having a dry spell, and with a little prompting from your best friend, you tell him exactly what he should do. But you don’t make the rules kitten, and the game you’re choosing to play is a dangerous one. ~ smut ~ 11.4k

𝕁𝕦𝕟𝕘 ℍ𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕠𝕜

enigma ✆ ~ despite having two loud-mouth best friends and a confident older brother by her side, y/n has never been a very outgoing person. however, just because she isn’t the most talkative person, doesn’t mean she doesn’t have a secret or two to share. ~ 36 parts

BLOOM ~ your soulmate’s first words to you will be burned into the skin of your wrist upon first meeting them. no one anticipated that yours would turn out to be a world famous rapper by the name of jung hoseok. ~ soulmate au, celebrity au, flower shop au, fluff, light angst ~ 1.8k

WITHOUT YOU (I CAN’T BREATH) ~ HOSEOK THINKS THAT HOME IS A PLACE YOU CAN PLOT ON A MAP. BUT HE REALIZES THAT LIVING BY HIMSELF IS LONELY. HE GETS A NEW PLACE AND PUTS OUT AN AD FOR A ROOMMATE- WHAT HE DOESN’T EXPECT IS YOU- SOMEONE WHO HAS NO KNOWLEDGE OF BTS- AND HE’LL DO ANYTHING TO KEEP IT THAT WAY. ~ 3.4k

Night Stalker ~ Vampires are a thing of legend, and yet you find yourself being saved by a self-proclaimed vampire hunter. Only your saviour is half-vampire himself, and struggles with his base instincts. What happens when you get to know him more and feel an attraction you can’t help? ~ Angst, violence, smut, fluff ~ 17.6k

guarded hearts ~ when you fall on hard times while taking care of your daughter, and hoseok is there to help. ~ fluff/angst ~ 4 parts

Iridescence ~ he colours your life from day 1 ~ fluff, angst, soulmate!au ~ 7.2k

in the car ~ all you had was a dead car battery, you weren’t looking for romance, regardless if the charming mechanic had other ideas. You’ve heard stories that could put you off… Can he change your misconceptions, or will they prove correct after all…? ~ smut, romance, slight angst, mechanic! hoseok, street racer! hoseok ~ 14,739

THE NIGHT SHIFT ~ working the graveyard shift means you’re exhausted by the time 9am comes around. lucky for you, 9am happens to be your neighbours’ favourite time for obnoxious sex. lucky for them, you’re always up for a challenge. shitty neighbours don’t always have to be a bad thing. ~ smut ~ 11k

𝕂𝕚𝕞 ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕛𝕠𝕠𝕟

Idol!Namjoon ✆ ~ With 7.6 billion people alive, does your soulmate really live around the corner? Namjoon meets you during his Italy trip and keeps in touch with you afterwards. Will your connection endure his lifestyle and the distance? ~ 25 parts

Oh, Baby ~ You wake up tied to a chair. This nice-looking blond haired guy says it’s because you have information he wants, but you have no idea what the hell he’s talking about. Why? Because he’s a bit of an idiot, that’s why. ~ Smut, mafia!au ~ 9 parts

BEAUTY & THE BOOKWORM ~ librarian!namjoon, university!au, fluff,angst,smut ~ 20.8k

BUTTERFINGERS ~ hybrid!au, teacher!au ~ 8.2k

Obligated ~ Married by obligation, weighed down by circumstance. Except for those nights when you’re both drunk, falling into bed with one another and realizing you’re human. Occasionally this happens, occasionally you fuck. Until your life changes and you realize Namjoon, the very man you’re obligated to, might just be the very man that you crave. ~ arranged!marriage ~ 6k

ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕁𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕟

Fuckboy!Jimin ✆ ~ College Friends to Lovers ~16 parts

FOREVER IS A LONG TIME ~ the benefits of being a psychic include understanding other people’s emotions, intuitively avoiding toxic people, and taking glimpses of the beautiful possible future. the drawbacks of being a psychic include knowing forever that park jimin will be the love of your life and spending years longing for him to finally show up. (psychic au) ~ fluff, very light angst, some implied sexual content ~ 7.84k

shades of wrong ~ In which you’re sure you’ll hate Park Jimin with every fiber of your being for the rest of your existence, even after he is assigned as your tutor for History of Magic. ~ fluff/smut; harry potter au word count: 17.321

Midday ~ jimin refuses to sleep, he wants to spend time with you and maybe today you’ll let that slide ~ fluff, light smut, punk/tattooed! jimin ~ 2,005 (3 more)

Star Light, Star Bright ~ Life has not gone exactly how Park Jimin imagined, and yet he can’t possibly imagine his life any different to what it is now. After six hard and stressful years, he’s now the happy owner of a degree along with being the proud dad of his little girl. But what happens when he meets you and his life is tipped upside down once more? ~ Fluff, smut, angst ~ 17.5k

Blooming Days ~ A typical night for you begins at the library in your favourite chair underneath the lamp in the corner, only to be picked up at 3am by your best friend, Jimin. Despite having slept over in his room several times before, this certain night in Sigma house leads to far more than you ever imagined. But what is to come of your friendship once you reveal those two little lines that will change your lives forever? ~ fluff, smut, angst & humour ~ 15.390

turbulence ~ On your first flight the cute boy next to you helps to sooth your nerves, and on the second flight he soothes something else. ~ smut ~ 9.3k

accelerate ~ Jimin comes to retrieve his jacket on the condition that you then accompany him for dinner, and you can bet he satiates every hunger. ~ smut, fluff ~ 8.9k (sequel to turbulence)

inhale ~ smut, fluff ~ 5,263

TENSION ~ Jimin and you are always flirty. When his childhood friend, Jungkook, visits, they show they’ve always been competitive. What happens, then, when both of them set their sights on you? ~ 6,285

TIMID ~ Jimin was by far the cutest person you’d ever seen, but he always seemed to avoid you, dodging activities and events that included you. That changes when his home is compromised and he finds himself staying with you while it’s being repaired. ~ fluff, soft, hybrid!au ~ 8.4k

A MATTER OF PRIDE ~ You make some comments that wound Jimin’s pride and threaten his standing as Best Lover of the group so he sets out to prove you wrong the only way he knows how. ~ smut ~ 4.5k

a bite of the apple ~ “The thought of Jimin not being able to feed from someone other than you is troubling in more than one sense– there will be times, like the past week, when you physically can’t be there for him, and what would happen in an emergency, if he somehow got hurt and needed a transfusion, if his body rejected the blood of someone else. And that’s not even considering the long term implications of that…. “We’ll deal with that later,” you say, concern building at the thought, but the red in his eyes is growing brighter and brighter, his breathing heavier and heavier, and the wild energy humming under his skin is only growing more static.” ~ smut, supernatural, idol au, vampire au ~ 8.6k

BENEATH THE WATER ~ mermaid!au ~ 20.5k

open 24/7 ~ ❝ you effortlessly testing his patience plus his fiery temper are a deadly mix, aren’t they? ❞ ~ idol au, smut ~ 5.1k

sunny day ~ you’re a veterinary student specializing in hybrid care when you get a call in the middle of the night that a feral hybrid has broken into the clinic where you work. ~ 6 parts

dark side of the moon ~ falling in love at first sight is cliche, not until it happens to you on a dark night in a lonely alley. but you’re only human, while Park Jimin is Alpha of his pack; it could never work out. so you resort to pining for him like a wolf howling at the moon, but when Jimin goes feral, that’s when everything changes. ~ werewolf!au, smut ~ 11.1k

Cupid’s Bow ~ when your pact with Jimin to lose your virginity before Valentine’s Day fails, you decide to just lose it to each other... ~ smut ~ 8357

little monster ~ you’ve been good friends with your roommate Jimin for a while, occasionally flirting with each other, especially when you’ve had a drink, but nothing has ever happened between the two of you…until that is, he secretly listens to you and Namjoon have sex one day…He thinks you don’t know, but he’s wrong… ~ smut, masturbation, teasing ~ 8,844

TRICK SHOT ~ jimin’s the bartender, you’re the billiard hotshot who frequents his bar and challenges him to a clean game of 9-ball after hours. “see if you can make this shot with my hand down your pants” au ~ 8k (p 1.5)

TRICK SHOT P2 ~ you finally meet your match in a game of 9-ball and you’re pissed about it, so you ask your hot bartender boyfriend to fuck your anger out of you. ~ 8k

hard to say ~ you’ve had feelings for your best friend Jimin for as long as you can remember, but you always thought they were unreciprocated. What if it turned out they weren’t…? ~ smut, fluff, slight angst ~ 11,163

NO STRINGS ~ It started off as such a simple question. How to know if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually answer. ~ 10 parts

friends with benefits ~ when your current squeeze dumps you five seconds after sex, you’re led back down a familiar path and into park jimin’s bed ~ friends with benefits au, smut, light angst ~ 11k

𝕂𝕚𝕞 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕙𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕘

Single mom!au ⁂ ~ 4 parts

Serendipity ⁂ ~ “Hey, you’re my new neighbor and you cry every night, are you okay?” ~ 26 parts

college dad!au⁂ ~ 30 parts

broken rings & queens and kings ~ to make a long, long story very, very short, you and kim taehyung have been sworn enemies ever since childhood, that is, until you find out that you’re betrothed to each other for the good of your kingdoms, and everything comes crumbling down. ~ 24k ~ fluff, light angst, light smut

DADDY ISSUES ~ fluff, angst, smut ~ 16.1k

Keep Your Chin Up ~ Nobody’s ever been able to get you off, including yourself, and you’re really starting to think sex is overrated until your best friend changes your mind. ~ smut ~ 5,646

the t-shirt thief ~ In the midst of your loneliness due to Taehyung’s absence, you decide that you need a distraction, which somehow manifests itself as going over to his apartment and stealing a t-shirt or two… or three… ~ fluff, smut ~ 9,812

little dove ~ The best things always show up when you least expect them. ~ smut, angst, werewolf!au ~ 14k

1-800-Music-Street ~ you’re enchanted by a street performer and then he saves you, resulting in multiple meetings one can only describe as fate. ~ ↳ au: homeless!taehyung, saxophonist!taehyung, street performer!taehyung ~ 13.2k

Collide ~ Your life had always been wonderfully ordinary. That is… until the day you accidentally bumped into him and ended up with the wrong cellphone and a one-way ticket to a groupchat full of unusual characters… ~ artist!taehyung x waitress!reader, sm au, crack humor, fluff, smut ~ 45 parts

TREAT YOU BETTER ~ YOU AND TAEHYUNG ARE JUST 2 OUT OF THE MANY PEOPLE THAT GATHER ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF SEOUL. BUT WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU’VE GOT A DOUCHEBAG BOYFRIEND AND TAEHYUNG STARTS TO FEEL SOMETHING FOR YOU? HE DOESN'T GIVE UP IF THAT'S WHAT YOU’RE THINKING… ~ 3k

the wings of a devil ~ You grab a t-shirt and jeans from your closet, the phone still pressed in your ear when you pause. “Are you actually hungry, Taehyung? Or was that just to make sure I would answer the phone?”“What? I wouldn’t do that.” Liar. “But yeah, I could use another round, dance practice yesterday was pretty intense.”Dread and excitement mix in the pit of your stomach, your blood warming at the idea. You hesitate. “Are you actually going to feed, or are you going to do what you did last time?” ~ smut, vampire au, idol au ~ 6k

the monster smash ~ When your friend Hoseok drags you along to a Halloween party, the last thing you expected was to meet the Joker to your Harley. ~ halloween!au, smut, fluff ~ 8.8k

Guilty Pressure ~ Notorious pranker Kim Taehyung is adored by all, but all he really wants is your attention. ~ smut, fluff ~ 9486

don’t fox with my heart, sweet tart ~ “Wait, what?” You gaped at him. “Woah, just because I said that you’re the only–no. No, Taehyung. I’m not leaving my apartment this weekend. This midterm is going to destroy me, I deserve it.”“You’ll have fun, trust me.” He winked, and you wondered how long you’d be banned from the library for throwing a textbook at his stupid, smug face. “Wear something other than sweatpants and my hoodie, kay?” ~ fluff, friends to lovers au, shifter au, valentines au, college au ~ 3.5k

BAD IDEAS ~ your best friend taehyung promises you a night of adventure, and by this you know that he means there’s a 90% chance you two are going to get arrested tonight. but you go along with it anyway, because he’s taehyung, and you can never resist taehyung. + midnight sheenanigans and sexy times ~ smut, fluff, best friends!au ~ 7.245

bookmarked ~ ❝ the hours you spend at the library are a little more bearable around him. but the most nightly hours are full of devils. ❞ ~ college au, smut ~ 9.9k

DICHOTOMY ~ You hate him. He hates you. It’s a fine line though, isn’t it – between love and hate? ~ Arranged Marriage!AU ~ 14,566

Retracted Claws ~ he found a poor, stray kitten shivering on the streets, and he was determined to make sure she was kept safe ~ hybrid!au, mafia!au, fluff ~ 2/? (part 2)

Seven Seas ~ Atlantis is a myth; a hidden city, a sunken island, a missing continent. Only…it’s not a myth. Just hidden out of choice. As the daughter of an Atlantean and a human, you are a halfling that is unwanted by the underwater continent and misunderstood by the surface. But what happens when you finally go to Atlantis and meet an Atlantean who is oddly kind to you? ~ Fluff, angst, smut ~ 25.5k

The Firefly that Guards the Fox ~ His mother and father weren’t supposed to fall in love. They weren’t supposed to find a mate in one another.They weren’t supposed to.After losing his father years ago, Taehyung vows to find and avenge the injustice his family has gone through. You were childhood friends with Taehyung. The four of you Taehyung, Hoseok, your older brother and you were inseparable. You were torn apart from Taehyung, your fox who’ve you’ve always vowed to protect and be with, without a warning. He called you Firefly, you called him Tae-Tae the fox. Was your fate supposed to end there in the past with your childhood? ~ fluff, angst, hybrid au, law au, crime au ~ 6.9k

move like you want ~ where you meet the gaze of an incredibly attractive red head at a music bar and one thing leads to another… ~ smut ~ 7,960

FATE OF THE FAST & FURIOUS ~ you’re a first-generation college student and taehyung is the hot guy with a love for motorbikes who lands the job babysitting for your family while you’re away. basically a mix of domestic!taehyung, biker!taehyung, racer!taehyung all at once, and a whole lotta sex. a weird kind of slow-burn. ~ 17k

slowdance on the inside ~ Taehyung has liked you as long as he can remember. He’s unsure when the line blurred from friendship to romantically, but it’s about to get a lot worse when he’s forced to watch you date his friend, Jungkook… ~ angst, fluff, smut ~ 20,476

Apologies ~ After a fight, Taehyung can’t bring himself to apologise to his girlfriend until he realises that she might have moved on. If he wants her he needs to go get her. ~ smut, angst ~ 11620

The Fanmeet ~ Taehyung is jealous over Jungkook flirting with his girlfriend and decides to teach him a lesson in front of their fans. ~ smut ~ 7408

𝕁𝕖𝕠𝕟 𝕁𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕜𝕠𝕠𝕜

✆ ~ The Hyung line cannot deal with the cuteness that is you and Jungkook sleeping ~ 16 parts

PLANS FOR WEDDING BANDS ~ ❛❛i’ve been meaning to propose to you for ages and i have set up the perfect plan but as we’re driving to the restaurant this tiny little cat on the side of the road that you’re determind to save shows up and now everything is ruined oh god what am i gonna do❜❜ (proposal au) ~ 3.32k ~ fluff

SWEET TOOTH ~ you try not to fall for an insistent college kid with sweater paws. ~ 12.1K ~ smut, humour, baby boy!jungkook, cafe!au

ice prince ~ when, due to inexplicable and total clumsiness, your reliable, talented ice dancing partner of five years breaks his leg right before the largest competition of your life, desperate times call for desperate measures. and for a brief, brief moment, you think that everything might actually end up not-that-shitty, until you find out that the aforementioned desperate measures go by the name of jeon jungkook.⇒ figure skating!au, enemies to lovers!au ~ fluff, very minor angst ~ 22k

the millionaire and his lover ~ over the course of your lifelong friendship with jungkook, you can’t say that you’ve ever had the greatest ideas, and a fake relationship with the boy you’ve been in love with for years is no exception. ⇒ self-gratuitous ceo au, friends-to-lovers, and fake relationship trope rolled into one big shitstorm of a jungkook fic ~ fluff, angst, and light smut ~ 22k

something in the water ~ sleeping is a foreign concept to Kim Taehyung and his awkward, mismatched gang of pals. This is made all the more apparent when they rock up at ___’s doorstep at the ass crack of dawn, as if it’s a natural time for any college student to be awake. But when she is informed that it was the youngest of their group who insisted she join them on their spontaneous camping trip, she is suddenly not as reluctant to play along than when she was first awakened by her enigma of a best friend, slamming his fist against her door. ~ 25,836 words

Lowkey ~ Jungkook is the nude model for your art school’s life drawing class. ~ smut ~ 6.2k

vaunt ~ Every weekend Beta Tau throws a ‘little’ party to help students relax and let loose and frat resident Jungkook has a big mouth that talks a lot of big game. You finally get sick of the lack of relaxation on your end and set out to see if he’s all talk. ~ college/fratboy!jungkook, fratparty!au, smut ~ 9387

vaunt ii ~ True to the nature that birthed your relationship, Jungkook loves to set a challenge, and you love to try and prove him wrong. ~ college!au, frat!au, smut ~ 9.2k

TATTOOARTIST!JUNGKOOK

BADBOY

GOLD RUSH ~ freshman Jungkook comes to you with an injured shoulder and a very concerning proposal. ~ humour, smut, track runner!jungkook ~ 11.2k

unexpected ~ You and Jimin have been best friends forever. All the boys love you and consider you family. But there’s one person who isn’t so fond of you and nobody knows why. What’s his reason? ~ social media au, angst + fluff ~ 13 parts

Bloom ~ Touring with some of the biggest names in the music industry should be a singer’s dream. Too bad two of those names happen to be your annoying new nemesis and the guy you can’t seem to forget… ~ sm au, fluff, crack humor, slight angst, idol!au ~ 30 parts

Marguerite ~ After a random number texts you on yet another night, where you’re just staying home at your dorm, you find yourself talking to an annoying, but very determined frat boy, who likes a challenge more than anything… Even if he doesn’t know who you are. ~ social media au ~ 90 parts

a sip of the grail ~ You take in his expression curiously, trying to understand this new Jungkook that’s somehow both bold and shy, before tilting your chin to the left and exposing the curve of your neck. A quick hook of your finger into the collar of your sweater unveils more of your shoulder to his gaze. “Go ahead, Jungkook,” you murmur, voice just above a whisper. ~ smut, supernatural, vampire ~ 3k

Hopping Mad for You ~ For two years you’ve lived with your rabbit hybrid roommate, Jungkook. He’s been a model roommate and you’ve found yourself with little complaints. But his behaviour lately has been a little…unusual. ~ Fluff, smut, Rabbit Hybrid!Jungkook ~ 9.7k

MICROWAVE (MIS)ADVENTURES ~ Out of all things to be afraid of, Jungkook, the seat-stealer of your 8am class and annoying housemate whom you despise with every fiber of your being, chooses to have a phobia of microwaves, but he loves buying microwaveable food – because come on, they’re irresistible – and you somehow find yourself getting dragged into his microwaves (mis)adventures. Cue chaos, sarcasm-laced banter and an unplanned romance. ~ Fluff, slight angst, smut, college!AU, roommates/housemates!AU, enemies to lovers!AU ~ 20k

UNDER THE BRIDGE ~ fluff, smut, slight angst, Hybrid!AU ~ 10.6k

BLACKJACK ~ Bangtan is one of the most vicious mafias on the west coast. Only six members are known by name though, with a mysterious seventh member dubbed only as ‘the shadow.’ When you become indebted to the worst of the worst – how, exactly can you find a way out? ~ Mafia!AU ~ 11 parts

THE QUEST TO BEDDING THE LEAD SINGER OF FRONTMAN ~ Frontman is your favorite band in the world and honestly, the only reason you waited this long in line is to stand at the front for a shot with the lead singer. Enter sexy sound boy, who just won’t leave you alone. ~ punk!Jungkook ~ 9,582

SHOW ME WHERE YOUR LOVE LIES ~ Jungkook knows it’s wrong to sneak around with you behind his wife’s back. but with you he feels whole- he feels loved. And maybe you would feel guilty if she didn’t treat Jungkook like absolute shit. ~ 4.1k

pushing buttons ~ When your boyfriend puts off your date plans in favor of a 24-hour livestream with his gaming friends, you decide to take matters into your own hands. ~ gamingboyfriend!au, smut ~ 6.6k

tell me your secrets (I’m all ears) ~ You’re not afraid of Jeon Jeongguk. Even if he’s probably some kind of bear or giant cat shifter, and just a hint of his irritation had your instincts vibrating beneath your skin like a live wire. Your thumb brushed over the plastic dome of mini-Levi’s head, taking comfort in the cartoon scowl and dead eyes, the tiny grey sticks of his 3DM gear. Small could be pretty fucking powerful too. ~ fluff, romance, humor, shifter au ~ 6.5k

To Own A Hybrid ~ the hybrid world was one y/n never really involved herself in; however, after certain events, she is tossed into a world of uncertainty in the company of a particularly rude hybrid. ~ 14 parts

fine art ~ ❝ meet kook. he’s a spoiled rich bitch who gets mad when he doesn’t get what he wants. and it seems, that he wants you. ❞ ~ gambler au, smut ~ 8.6k

In Bloom ~ wolf!au ~ 11,589

The Rabbit on the Moon ~ The moon was your sun. You’ve grown up working under the moonlight as long as you could remember. You served a man, who controlled the monsters that roamed the city at day and night, or rather the devil himself. When the others around you slowly start disappearing, you start wondering if it’ll soon be your turn. A hand reaches out to you, the hand of a gentle rabbit disguised as a wolf, offering a way out. Will you be able to escape the clutches of the devil in time? ~ fluff, angst, smut, police officer au, mafia au, bunny hybrid/police officer!kook, cat hybrid!reader ~ 5 parts

Who You Belong To ~ Jungkook has noticed you flirting with Taehyung for quite awhile and has finally decided you need to be reminded of who you belong to. ~ smut ~ 8647

…AND ACTION P1 ~ jungkook likes to film illegal stunts around the globe for his dedicated audience. because of you, his right-hand navigator, he gets to travel to beautiful places he’s only ever seen in textbooks. but in the wake of a mishap involving poisonous shrubbery, now’s a perfect time for him to confess his undying love for more than just videography. or, “I know you’re my best friend but I’ve wanted to kiss you since the day we met” au ~ 12k

…AND ACTION P2 ~ jungkook might be homesick and not even the beautiful landscape of Florence can get his mind right. maybe now’s your chance to prove that he doesn’t need home when he has you. or, part two of the “I know you’re my best friend but I’ve wanted to kiss you since the day we met” au ~ 11k

stuffed pumpkin ~ hooking up with the guy you’re neutral towards isn’t how you expected your night to go, especially dressed as a pumpkin… ~ smut,fluff ~ 6,406

playing with fire ~ jungkook seems to have a little crush on you, and no matter how much you try to ignore it, you seem to be losing your resolve with each passing day… ~ smut ~ 8,460

GIVENCHY & GOLD P1 ~ you’re the supervisor of the clothing department with a lot of useless lingerie knowledge, jungkook is the jewelry department’s defiant hot boy who flirts in wristwatch brands. basically an upscale retail au, but with lots of implied under-the-counter sex. and when an opportunity presents itself to fuck each other in the boss’s office after hours, you’re both too hot for each other to say no. ~ smut ~ 20k

GIVENCHY & GOLD P2 ~ jeweler!jungkook gets what he’s got coming to him after getting you both busted in the boss’s office. a continuation of the upscale retail au with a slight change in location ~ smut ~ 24k

GIVENCHY & GOLD P3 ~ you always told yourself you’d be out of retail as soon as you made bank. now that you’re days away from officially leaving, this makes for some interesting changes in your relationship with a certain former coworker ~ 15k

Bunny Boy ~ 6 parts

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#77 for the fluff asks? For Jetra?

Janealways thought she had a handle on love. It had been the focus of herlife for as long as she could remember, when her mother andgrandmother stuck her between them on the couch to watch telenovelas,when Jane herself could barely hold her own head up. The centraltheme of telenovelas was love, that meant-to-be aspect of it all;that one person who was meant for them. And it was all Jane wanted inher life. She was going to get married, have two or three kids, andlive a long, long life with that person.

Obviously,things change and life is not a telenovela (despite the fact her lifeoften felt like one). Michael was that person, that meant-to-beperson. Her romance with him seemed like everything she imagined aromance to be.

Except,Adam seemed to be that person before Michael. He was the love herlife and he seemed meant to be. Until he left and Jane didn’t see himuntil a decade later. And then during Michael, Jane fell in love withRafael when she accidentally got pregnant with his baby. Then Rafaelfelt meant-to-be, because of the baby and at the time Rafael seemedperfect. Jane knows better now.

Then shemarried Michael, he died, and Jane was forced to reevaluate when itmeant to have a true love. After some time it felt like she couldmove on and Rafael seemed like the best option. Now, wording it likethat seems like Jane was settling on Rafael. She wasn’t. She did carefor him and it made sense for them to be together, mainly because ofMateo, who so desperately wanted his parents to be together.

Oh, andthen Michael turned out to be actually alive, and Rafael had keptthis a secret for longer than he should have. Jane decided it wastime to officially move on.

She alsodecided to not focus on love anymore. At least for now. She had abook to write.

For a fewmonths it was going well, Jane didn’t really miss being in arelationship and her book was coming along nicely. It started withAlba and Mateo coming to America, Xiomara’s birth, Jane’s birth, andeverything that followed. Every crazy little detail. Jane had tochange very little. She had a handle on the things involving herfamily, but she wanted to get some more info for her secondarycharacters. Her favorite being a certain blonde whose life alonecould probably fill a book or two.

She gavethat blonde a call.

“Petra,hey, are you doing anything?”

Jane heardrustling of paper before Petra said, “no. Why?”

“I’mwriting and I want to talk about some things. I wanted to know if youwanted to come over.”

Petrapaused, then Jane heard another voice on Petra’s end, then she saidin a very controlled manner, “yes, I would like to come over.”

Petra wasso funny about the way she talked to Jane sometimes. When they werealone, Petra was very affectionate, but in front of people, Petra wasextremely awkward. It was sort of cute.

Janesmiled into the phone. “Great. Is six okay?”

Petraconfirmed it was fine. Jane couldn’t stop smiling for a few minutes.She made herself stop and get Mateo ready to go over to Rafael’s.Mateo had take a little while to accept his parents not beingtogether, in fact, he blamed Jane at first, thinking it was becauseof her. Luckily Rafael set him straight and let Mateo be angry withhim for a while. The six-year-old had mostly gotten over it.

“Are yousure you don’t want to come too, Mommy?” Mateo asked in hissweetest voice.

Jane gaveher son a gentle smile and crouched down to his level. “Mateo,honey, we talked about this.”

Mateosighed and nodded. “Okay.”

Janekissed him on the forehead. “I love you and your father loves you,okay?”

“Okay.”

Rafaelcame a few minutes later and rather than stare sullenly at him—whichhe had been doing for the past month—Mateo flew into his father’sarms. Rafael beamed. He gave Mateo a quick hug before patting him onthe back.

“Whydon’t you get in the car, Mateo. The twins are already in there.”

When Mateowas gone, Rafael gave Jane a look. Not a mean look, just a look.

“…What?”

“Petra’scoming over?”

“Yeah,how’d you know?” Jane asked.

“I wasin her office when you called.”

That’s whyPetra was being weird on the phone. “Yeah, I want to talk to herbefore I start putting her stuff in the book. Why are you looking atme like that?”

Rafaelshrugged. “It’s just, it’s the first time I’ve seen her reallysmile since she and JR broke up.”

Jane’slips started to curl up, but she forced them back down. “Oh?”

“She’sbeen really down, so it’s nice to see her so happy.”

Jane wasfailing miserably at not smiling and she didn’t know why it wasmaking her so happy. “That’s good to hear.”

“Anyway,I’m taking the kids miniature golfing. Have fun with Petra!” Hecalled out as he walked out the door.

Petra wasa difficult person to get to smile and it always felt like a specialhonor to get her to smile. Laughing was the next step, it was likeexpert level of friendship. But as for the smiling, Jane didn’t knowwhat she did to make Petra smile. All she did was ask her to comeover.

Eitherway, Petra showed up shortly after, a notebook in hand. Jane pointedat it and looked at her questioningly.

“Iwanted to be sure you didn’t leave anything out,” Petra explained.“So I made a list of the stuff that’s happened since I’ve knownyou.”

Jane put ahand to her chest. “A woman after my own heart. Making a list.”

Petra gaveher a funny look before crossing the room and sitting down on thecouch. “I was pretty excited when you told me about this book,Jane. Not just because I would be in it. Your family has a richhistory and I think it’ll be a good thing to write about.”

“It’salready starting to look long, because there’s so much to writeabout. I’m going way back, when my abuela was young.”

Jane satbeside Petra. Petra crossed her arms and leaned into the couch.“Well, if you need to cut my parts, that’s fine.”

“Please,Petra, you’re almost as important as my family. I mean, you are myfamily.”

Petralooked away from Jane for moment, then cleared her throat and lookedback. “You want to get started?”

Janepulled out her laptop and put it on top of her legs. “Okay, so I’mgoing to start with a brief history of you. Just so the readers get asense of who you are.”

“Youmean we’re not going to start just when you knew me?”

“Well,that’s what it will mostly be. But there might be some of yourhistory in there– oh, I see.”

Janeremembered that Petra was not born Petra Andel. She was bornNatalia… Something. Petra never told Jane her original last name,and Jane never asked. Petra had gone as far as to steal the identityof a dead girl, the original Petra Andel, so Jane figured Petradidn’t want that to get out.

“Okay, Iwon’t bring up your real name. Just that you were born in the CzechRepublic and raised by a single mother, never met your father, andcame to Florida in your early-20’s. Married Lachlan, then marriedRafael…”

When Janelooked over at Petra, she was sneering.

“What?”Jane asked.

“You’rereally going to dredge up all of that, aren’t you?”

“What?Who you married?”

Petragrunted. “I don’t like to be reminded of the stupid mistakes Imade.”

“Petra,I have some news for you,” Jane said, clapping a hand onto Petra’sknee. “If I’m going to write about you, the stupid mistakes youmade are going to be brought up.”

BeforePetra could start to protest—because she definitely was goingto—Jane added, “you know, some of those mistakes ended up beingreally good. I wouldn’t have Mateo if you hadn’t had that rash ideato inseminate yourself. Then you wouldn’t have the girls if youdidn’t try it again.”

Petrahalf-snorted, half-laughed, meaning Jane was right. Jane smiled ather. Then she realized her hand was still on Petra’s knee. Shepaused, for just a second, before pulling away.

“Anyway…let’s get started. So, we met when I accidentally got pregnant withRafael’s baby and at the time, I thought you and Raf were still inlove with each other, so I was going to give the baby to you.”

Petrasquinted. “I forgot about that… Remember when I showed you thenursery, and you cried?”

“Ididn’t cry.”

“Youcried, because you loved it, and I remember feeling…” Petra wentquiet. “Happy, because I wanted your approval.”

“Youknow, that’s funny…” Jane said, laughing lightly. “When I firstmet you, I felt like I wanted your approval. I needed it. You weregoing to be the mother of my baby.”

“Whenyou say it like that it sounds like…” Petra cleared her throat,then looked down at the laptop screen. “Anyway, so, we had a lot ofups and downs.”

“That’san understatement,” Jane said. “It was a lot of weird littlecircumstances that brought us closer.”

“Really,really weird. A lot of them self-imposed. By me.”

“Iwouldn’t change any of it. Well, most of it. There’s some things Iwish didn’t happen.”

Aftertalking for a couple minutes, Jane felt like she had something so shestarted writing. Petra watched quietly, looking over her shoulder.The only sound was the tapping of the keys, the ticking of the clockon the wall, and Petra breathing into Jane’s ear.

“Isthere any romance in this?” Petra asked after about fifteenminutes.

“Well,it was going to be Rafael, but, you know.”

Petraclicked her tongue. “Sorry.”

“No,it’s fine. Romance isn’t really the focus. I mean, it is, because Italk about my grandparents’ romance, then my parents’.”

“Andyour’s?”

Janestared at the computer screen and chuckled sardonically. “I guessthat part isn’t written yet.”

“Isn’tyour whole thing romance?”

Janelooked back at Petra. “It isn’t all romance.”

“Aren’tyou a self-professed romance author?”

She was,Petra was right, but she didn’t need Petra to nitpick right now. Ormaybe she did. “Regardless, I can focus on other things.”

“What’sthe endgame of this book?”

“Excuseme?” Jane asked this in a much sharper tone than she meant to,causing Petra to lean away from Jane and blink at her.

“Thatseemed like a reseasonable question. How does this book end?”

Janestrummed her fingers along the keyboard. It was a reasonablequestion, but she didn’t know and it annoyed her. It wasn’t the firsttime she didn’t know how to end a book, but there was something aboutthis that was bothering her. Her book about Michael was similar, butit was something she used to cope with a tragic loss. Well, what wasa loss at the time. But this was a generational story, about love andfamily. Romance was part of it, but not the only part.

“I don’tknow,” Jane answered honestly.

“Youcould’ve said that before.”

“Sorry.It’s just, I usually like the plan ahead but because this is so closeto my own life, I guess I was just waiting and seeing what happened.Plus, I haven’t been prioritizing romance that much lately, andthat’s been great, but…” Jane sighed. “I don’t know. I guess Ipushed it to the back of my mind.”

“Maybejust keep writing and let the writing happen on its own. You’re agood writer, I’m sure it’ll come to you eventually.”

Petralooked back at the screen and Jane found herself studying Petra’sprofile for a few seconds before looking back at the computer aswell. So, she kept writing. Petra offered suggestions here and there,but ultimately remained quiet. Sometimes Jane forgot Petra wassitting next to her as she found a flow.

A lot ofstuff that she and Petra went through together was being brought up,some good, some bad, and Jane realized they really had been gonethrough it together. It was amazing they were still friends, but theywere even closer than they had always been.

“We knoweach other really well,” Jane said after some time when she got toa certain book in her writing. “But I’m sorry I thought Anezka wasyou when she was paralyzed. I thought I knew you better than that.”

Petradidn’t say anything and when Jane turned to look at her, found thatPetra was looking at her very instensely.

“…What?”

“Youknew?”

“Knewwhat?”

Petrasighed. “Jane, only Rafael knows this, because I told him, but thatwas me. I was paralyzed.”

Theomission hung in the air. She knew that Anezka was bad, but shedidn’t realize she was that bad. Anezka, or Petra, rather, had beenparalyzed for several months. That was actually Petra, trapped inthat bed while Anezka pretended to be her.

“Oh,Petra.”

Petracontinued to stare at her, her eyes wide. “You knew. Not evenRafael knew. You figured it out.”

Jane wasstarting to feel uncomfortable from Petra’s hard gaze so she lookedback down at the computer. “I guess I do know you,” she saidawkwardly.

“Jane.”

Janeignored Petra and kept writing. Or tried to, but she knew Petra wasstill staring at her. She felt her eyes on her, boring into her.

“Jane,”Petra repeated, her voice raising in pitch.

“Do youbelieve in fate, Petra?” Jane asked, finally looking at Petra, butshe wished she hadn’t. Petra’s face was unusually soft. Then, shelooked taken aback by the question.

“Romance-wise?”

“Sure.”

Petrasighed. “I used to. I actually used to be a very romantic person.But after years of bad relationships, well, it’s hard to. And withJR, I was starting to believe in it again, but I fucked that up.”Petra smiled, but there was no joy in it. In fact, Jane could seetears start to spring up in the corners of her eyes.

“Petra…”

Janestarted to lean towards Petra, to offer some comfort, but Petraleaned away and pointed at Jane’s computer screen. “Can I see whatyou’ve written so far?”

Jane justnodded and turned the screen towards Petra. Rather than take it fromJane, Petra leaned in, very close, towards Jane, peering at thescreen. Petra stared at the computer very intently and Jane watchedher face, watched as Petra’s eyes moved back and forth, watched as aslight smile spread across her mouth. Jane also noted Petra waswearing perfume; Petra always did but Jane never really took notice,until right now. It was subtle, more of a slight powdery smell. Themore Jane came aware of how close Petra was, the warmer her facefelt.

“It’sreally good, Jane,” Petra finally said. “I think you’ve reallycaptured me. And us.”

“It’s avery complicated relationship.”

“That’san undertatement,” Petra said, smiling even more than before. Thenshe smiled dropped suddenly. “I’m sorry for all the stupid shitI’ve put you through, Jane. The baby stuff, Anezka, my mother, all ofit.”

“Petra,”Jane said slowly. “Yes, it was stupid shit, but I don’t know whereyou and I would be without that stupid shit. It brought us together,like–”

“Fate.”

Janeswallowed. Petra looked back down at the computer screen, lookinglike she regretted saying that. “Yes, maybe it is,” Jane said.

The pullto move even closer to Petra was suddenly stronger, like somethingwas so obvious to Jane now, despite not seeing it before. She knewPetra could see it too, but she had to say it, even if it messedeverything up. Their relationship already was strange, not like anyother relationships she’s had before—romantic or platonic. She hadto say it.

“I thinkwe’re meant for each other, Petra.”

It hung,heavily, but Jane did not look away from Petra. If Petra just got upand left, Jane would understand, really. But she didn’t. She satthere. Then, she took the computer from Jane’s lap and gently placedit on the floor. She turned fully towards Jane and looked at her,hard, her large, blue eyes, wide. Petra moved towards Jane and Janethought she was going to kiss her, but instead, Petra hugged her.Whenever Petra hugged Jane when she really meant it, she puteverything into a hug. And Jane always melted into them. Their bodiesjust fit together.

“I loveyou, Jane,” Petra whispered. “In many ways.”

“I loveyou too, Petra. In many ways.”

There wasno kiss. Instead, Petra pressed her forehead to Jane’s, like when shegave birth to the twins. It was as intimate, or more so, thananything Jane could think of it. Perhaps they would kiss later, butright now, they didn’t need to. Everything was being said in thesesimple actions. It was the first time Jane felt like she didn’t needto kiss the other person to prove her love for them.

Theystayed like that for several minutes. Then Jane started chuckling.

“What?”Petra asked.

“I thinkI might know how to end my book.”

#this ended up being more emotional than i expected but all my jetra feels started to come out #Anonymous

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Disuphere Universe miniseries: The Early Years: Frankie

Lena’s working at Anchor Beach Charter School as the assistant vice principal when she first meets Stefanie Foster and her son, Brandon.

She had then down in her calendar. September 3, 2001. She never expected them to be anything more than a prospective student, and a prospective parent of a student. But something was there between them. Lena could feel it.

A spark, upon that introduction.

“Sorry to keep you waiting. Hi, I’m Lena Adams, the assistant vice principal.”

“Hi, I’m Stef Foster,”

Their handshake lasted a little too long. Neither one could look away from the other. In the end, professionalism won out, and Lena focused on what she was here to do.

Next, she introduced herself to Brandon. A quiet boy with brown hair and serious green eyes. He offered a shy, “hi,” at Stef’s prompting but not much more than that.

He passed the kindergarten proficiency exam with flying colors.

“Welcome to Anchor Beach,” she told them both at the end of the visit.

Over the next few months, when Stef arrived to pick up Brandon from school, she hung around. They’d had a few conversations, but as Brandon was an exceptionally good student and a sweet boy, there had no need for conferences or meetings about academic or conduct issues.

Still, Lena sensed that Stef was coming up with questions specifically so she would have an excuse to speak to Lena. She’s twenty-six, and has been around the block a few times - knows what it looks like when she’s being flirted with.

But Lena also knows that Stef hesitated when Lena asked if her husband would be joining them. She has a ring line, but no ring. And Brandon talks about his “Mom and Dad” all the time. In the same sentence.

So when Stef drops by again in December, leaning on the car in the parking lot, Lena has got to set her straight:

“I’m not doing this. I’m not. I’m not getting involved with a married woman. Women like you, you are just passing through, but this is where I live, Stef.”

Stef, though, surprises her. Admitting she’s told her ex-husband, her father and most of her friends that she’s a lesbian. She called Lena “a woman that I can’t live without.”

And Lena made room in her house. Converted her office to a bedroom for Brandon in a hurry.

They moved in just in time for Christmas.

On Christmas night, Stef gets a call.

“It’s work, I knew it…” Brandon sighs, knowing.

“It’s work. You’re right. Be back soon, B. Be a good boy for Lena.” Stef urges.

“I will,” Brandon nods.

That night at home isn’t much different than any other. Brandon doesn’t want to take a shower, because he wants to keep playing with his Christmas toys, but Lena convinced him with the promise of watching How the Grinch Stole Christmas again.

“You’re not my real mom, you know?” Brandon said, looking at her quizzically after Lena draped an arm around him on the couch. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I know I don’t have to…” Lena had ventured, feeling stung but determined. “But can I?”

“You are right now,” Brandon points out. “I’m trying to watch this,” he says, scooting to the end of the couch.

When the movie ends, Lena tucks Brandon into bed. “You know... before my dad got married to my mom? He was married to someone else. They had a son.”

Brandon listens.

“His name is Nate, and he’s my older brother, but he never treated me like family. He was mean to me. Mean to my mom.”

“Probably, ‘cause he just wanted his life to go back to how it was before. When it was him and his dad and his own mom. Having another mom or dad? It just makes you miss yours more.”

“Is that why you don’t want me to cuddle you?” Lena asks.

“No… ‘Cause, what if my dad finds out and he gets really sad? We used to sit together and watch TV.”

“Does it bother you that I put my arm around you?” Lena wonders.

Brandon shrugs. He wipes his eyes. “It just makes me miss Daddy,” he says, lying down to face the wall. “Night, Lena.”

“Good night, Brandon. Merry Christmas.”

Lena passes the time picking up the house and waiting for Stef. She’s in bed by the time Lena hears the key in the lock. Hears the keys set down, feels the bed give as Stef crawls in and whispers:

“I had to help take a kid from their family on Christmas night…”

Lena rolls over. “Oh, God. Honey, I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

“I am. I just...couldn’t stop thinking the whole night, you know, we’ve gotta do something about this…”

“Like what?” Lena wonders, lost.

“Well...what if we went through the process? Became licensed foster parents?” Stef asks.

Lena smiles but it doesn’t reach her eyes. She’s been hoping they’ll talk about options. Options that will lead to pregnancy. So that Lena can know the joy Stef experienced with Brandon. Carrying a baby. Birthing a baby. If anything, her conversation and interaction with Brandon tonight just made the thoughts grow stronger:

Lena wants - has always wanted - to be a biological mother to someone. To have those family ties that Stef already has.

But she keeps quiet. Shelves the dream for the time being.

And they move forward.

Nine months later, after a conversation with now 6 year old Brandon, they start the process. Take the classes.

Lena Adams is about to venture into foster parenting.

February 1, 2004, Lena’s entire world tilts. Everything spills off it’s surface, including her, and she is left clinging to its edge.

Because that’s the day Stef goes to work in the morning, as usual, and comes back in the evening with twins: Mariana and Jesus Gutierrez. They’re five years old and nothing like the lost four-year-old they fostered for 24 hours. Nothing like the sweet newborn baby they loved and gave a home to for 8 months.

They go from silent and watchful to wild in five seconds flat. Mariana tells Lena, “You have black hair like our real mom,” and her heart breaks a little.

At this rate, it feels like Lena will not be anybody’s ‘real mom.’

Four years later, and Lena is reeling. They somehow had managed to adopt Jesus and Mariana after a tumultuous two and a half years, where they were bounced back and forth to their bio mom’s custody and came back to them more hurt each time.

They’d had 8 months of relative peace, living in their new home on Villa Mariposa, when Jesus disappeared the first week of fourth grade.

It’s like a nightmare that won’t end.

The last thing she ever expects is for another sibling pair to show up in November of 2008. Eleven year old Callie and seven year old Jude, of course, deserve a home, and safety and permanency, but every time Lena lets herself think of talking about insemination? About possibly getting pregnant? There are more foster kids.

And Lena can’t think about foster kids without thinking about Jesus, out there somewhere. Or not out there anywhere. Both possibilities devastate Lena because of her own guilt over not knowing he was missing.

That, combined with the feeling that her dream is about to wither and die has Lena lashing out at Stef one night, when all the kids are at Mom and Dad’s for the night.

“Really? Did you really think putting our names back on the board at the agency was the way to go, Stef?” Lena seethes.

“I’m sorry. I thought we made that decision together,” Stef snaps.

“After we adopted one of the kids from that system and lost him.” Lena insists.

“We didn’t lose him, Lena. He… Something happened. It’s not our fault.” Stef tries.

“I never thought we’d be here again. With more foster kids, after all this…” Lena manages, holding back tears.

“Lena, what’s wrong, love?” Stef asks, coming to her in the kitchen.

“Do you know...how long...I’ve wanted a baby?’ Lena sniffs.

Stef’s mouth opens. She glances around confused. “We have babies, love. We have...so many babies…”

(Lena doesn’t miss how Stef skirts around having to assign a number to just how many children they have. Because what do they say? Five? Four? 1 biological, 1 adopted, 2 fostered and 1 lost?)

“I mean...I want to carry a baby, Stef. I want to have a baby. Myself. Our baby. You got to have Brandon, and I just...ever since I moved in with you...I thought..we’d have the conversation, and I just…” Lena breaks down.

Stef holds her as she cries.

“I love our family. I love our kids. But it’s not the family I imagined. It’s not complete yet. I want to have a baby…”

“We can’t replace Jesus, Lena,” Stef warns gentle.

“No. This is...I’ve wanted this baby since before Jesus. I’ve wanted this baby my entire life, Stef.”

“Our life is so complicated already, honey. Are you sure you want this? What if...what if Jesus comes back someday? What will he think if he sees we’ve moved on? With a baby, no less…”

“You didn’t have any of these concerns bringing Callie and Jude into the house…” Lena points out.

“Because they came the way he and Mariana did,” Stef explains, impatient. “He’d understand.”

“Is it Jesus you’re worried about in this scenario, or is it you? Do you not want me to have a baby?”

“I want you to have everything you want. I don’t want to be the reason you don’t have a baby,” Stef remarks, sighing. “So, what do we do next?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Lena says, drying her tears.

It’s harder than Lena expects, looking at potential donors on a screen and trying to discern who would be best based on the most basic facts. Not only that, she’s been hoping that with time, Stef will come around to the idea. Be a bit more enthusiastic about expanding the family. But even looking at potential donors online, Stef has reservations. Wants a donor who shares more of her own “characteristics.”

“You mean white,” Lena points out, disappointed.

“And smart, and charming,” Stef starts to list.

“The thing is, Stef, I’m half-white. So if we look for a donor who is also white, the baby won’t end up looking like me at all. Not that it has to look like me, it’s just…”

“No, no… African-American, it is,” Stef says, less than thrilled.

“You have Brandon,” Lena tells Stef quietly. “Honey, you see yourself every day in him. Callie and Jude are white. And I’m the only one who...who’s biracial.”

“The twins are biracial,” Stef points out, before she can stop herself.

“Stef, that’s not the point. This is important to me. To have someone in the family who’s like me. Can’t you see that?” (But maybe she can’t. Maybe Stef has never been the only one in her family.)

“I can see that. I told you, it’s fine. You’re having the baby, Lena. You choose the donor. I’m just along for the ride.”

“No, you’re not. You’re not just along for the ride. You’re going to be this baby’s mom. And I want you involved. I want you on board. Can you do that, please? Can you be happy for me?” Lena all but begs.

“That you wanna have a baby that looks nothing like me? Sure. I’m thrilled, Lena.” Stef snaps, quiet.

Before she can say anymore, Stef stands up and leaves her office. So much for having lunch together.

It doesn’t take long for Lena to decide the anonymous donor site is just too impersonal. Wants to know the kind of person the father is.

That’s how Lena settles on Timothy. He’s an English teacher at Anchor Beach. Smart. Funny. Kind. All qualities she hopes for her own baby to possess. But getting Stef behind this development is harder still.

“You think I want you going to work every day and seeing our baby’s father?” Stef hisses.

“Kinda like you see Mike?” Lena pushes back.

“That’s different, and you know it. Our life has enough challenges in it right now. Do you really want to open the door to someone else in our lives? In our baby’s life?”

“If it means knowing our child’s history? Yes,” Lena says definitively. “You know how many questions Mariana and Callie and Jude have about their biological parents. About characteristics they can’t place. Wouldn’t it be nice to have answers for one child. This child?”

Stef wavers. “For medical reasons...yes. I’ll give you that. But, Lena, if Timothy thinks saying yes to this means he gets to be involved in parenting decisions? Gets to visit? Anything like that? No. I think we need to have him sign a contract. Keep things official.”

Lena blows out a breath. “We can’t lose another one. You’re right. This way, we’ll know the history, but be protected from potential attempts at involvement down the road.”

In August, 2009, Callie and Jude’s adoption is finalized.

Lena invites Timothy to the party. With all the other guests, he’ll blend in, and he’ll be able to slip away and do his thing undetected.

She smiles and hugs Callie and Jude, all the while feeling the odd mix of the ache at Jesus’s absence and the excitement at the possibility of their family growing again.

On October 16, 2009, two months after Callie and Jude are officially Adams Fosters, Lena talks to Stef, and they make the decision to tell the kids.

Lena’s just over two months along. Her belly’s swelling slightly already. She’s been to the doctor. Knows it measures an inch in length. It’s in there. Her baby is in there.

“Kids, we have something to tell you,” Stef says. She pauses once she has all of their attention. Nods at Lena.

“I’m going to have a baby…” Lena says, hesitating.

“How?” Callie blurts. “I mean, don’t you need a man for that?”

“She means adopting, right? That’s how all the kids come into this family,” Brandon remarks, dryly.

“Two girls can’t have a baby, right, Callie?” Jude asks.

“No,” Callie shakes her head. “I think Brandon’s right. I think they’re adopting.”

“Are you?” Mariana presses. “Adopting? Or what do you mean?”

“I mean… There are ways that two mommies can have a baby if they want to. There are nice men out there who want to help.”

Brandon coughs. “...Timothy…”

“Excuse me?” Stef asks.

“What? He was in your bathroom. Not exactly subtle, Moms…”

“I mean…” Lena repeats. “I’m...pregnant…”

“No way…” Mariana’s in awe, as Lena nods. “Seriously, you are? When is it coming?”

“The end of June,” Lena says, smiling. Mariana and Jude are thrilled. Callie and Brandon are more reserved.

“Where will it sleep?” Callie asks. “Not in Jesus’s room…”

All eyes turn toward her.

“No. Not in Jesus’s room. That stays as it is. We’re not replacing your brother. Understood, my babies?” Stef checks.

Four heads bob up and down.

“Okay. Now, let’s finish our dinner before it gets cold.” Stef says.

Starting in December, Lena develops some scary complications. Heavy bleeding. She’s terrified that at just 20 weeks, she’s losing the baby. But an ultrasound shows that its still there.

No, not it.

She.

The ultrasound tech accidentally gender-revealed on what almost was the worst night of Lena’s life. Right up there next to the first night Jesus was missing.

They think of names. Lena wants more than anything for Stef to feel a part of this process. A part of this baby’s life.

“Why don’t you name her?” Lena offers.

“Me? I’m awful at picking names. Back when Brandon was born? I’d made a foolish promise to my dad that if he was a boy, I’d name him Frank. He’s never forgiven me for not following through on that…”

“That could work…” Lena ventures.

“You wanna name our daughter Frank?” Stef laughs. It’s been forever since Lena’s heard her laugh.

“Francesca?” Lena asks. “Frankie, for short?”

“Well, that...is…” Stef manages, clearing her throat. “That is kinda cute. And my dad would be over the moon. Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“Hey Frankie,” Stef calls softly into Lena’s belly. “It’s your mom. Do us a favor and stay inside a few more months. We really wanna meet you.”

As much as Lena tries to do absolutely everything the doctors recommend, the bleeding episodes continue. Finally, at the very end of February, Lena’s hospitalized with four months of the pregnancy to go.

It’s boring.

Agonizing to be away from the kids. From Stef.

But it’s also a break, from constant stress. She finds herself catching up with friends, and her mom. Getting rest she’s needed for the last two years.

Frankie is monitored closely. She’s growing. Her heart rate is strong. But she needs to make it to at least 28 weeks if she’s gonna have a chance at surviving.

So Lena prays.

And waits.

Frankie listens to Lena, but only just. On the morning of April 2nd, 2010, 28 weeks along, Lena bleeds again and Frankie goes into distress. They do an emergency C-section at 9:30 AM. Stef is at work.

(They’re expecting this in a bit less than three months, not now.)

Francesca Rose Adams Foster weighs 2 pounds, 4 ounces. She is 12 inches long.

By the time anyone can alert Stef about what’s happening, it’s been hours. Lena hasn’t been able to see Frankie.

And by the time she can? Lena is not sure she wants to. At least, not alone.

Stef comes, hours later, shocked at the turn of events, but glad that Lena and Frankie are okay for the time being.

“I kinda wanted to cut the cord,” Stef admits, quietly to Lena.

“I know.” Lena nods.

“I’ll bring the kids by soon. So they can see her.” Stef promises.

“Maybe you should wait. You know? Until Frankie is stronger?” Lena ventures.

Days turn to weeks.

The first time Lena can hold Frankie, she is terrified. The NICU is full of babies just as small as Frankie - even smaller sometimes. Even sicker. There are monitors beeping and Lena’s anxiety goes off the charts whenever a baby goes into distress because what if that was Frankie?

Lena’s terrified to hold her daughter because she’s so small. Because of the wires and tubes. Because they’ve made sure it’s dark and very quiet, and urged Lena not to speak, because babies this small can become overstimulated easily.

She spends the whole time praying Frankie will not break.

Lena is released but Frankie is not.

Weeks turn to months. They finally manage to get all four kids to the hospital to visit.

Mariana comes whenever she is allowed, hating that she has to have an adult with her. She’s constantly asking who is with Frankie. Insisting that she shouldn’t be left alone.

“You know, that happened to Jesus and me…” she ventures, quiet, upon learning that Frankie’s by herself with no parents around for the time being.

“Miss Thang, being neglected is not the same thing as what’s happening to Frankie now. She’s resting. She needs quiet. If she were home, she’d need to sleep a lot, too.”

“That’s not what I mean,” Mariana sighs cryptically. “Can I go be with her? Please? I’ll be quiet, I swear,” Mariana begs.

“Honey, kids aren’t allowed in the NICU unaccompanied.” Lena says apologetically.

“So, accompany me. I’m twelve now. Maybe if they knew that, they’d let me in alone.”

“No, honey, I don’t think so…” Lena tells her.

Mariana pouts.

“Come on. Let’s go together,” Lena encourages, taking Mariana’s hand.

“You know, Jesus and I were here,” Mariana says when they arrive at the window to the NICU.

“What do you mean?” Lena asks.

“When we were babies. We were early like Frankie. We were alone. In a place like this with a lot of beeping,” she shudders.

“Mariana, that was a long time ago. Just because this is Frankie’s story doesn’t mean it’s yours. You have your own story.” Lena says, trying to reassure her.

“But that is my story,” Mariana says, hurt. She turns to look at Lena. “Why do you think I keep asking to see Frankie? It’s because I know what it was like. We both do. It’s lonely.”

“Mariana. There is no way a baby can remember that far back, okay?” Lena sighs. “And I feel bad enough that we can’t get here as often as I’d like to, so let’s just enjoy the time we have with Frankie, okay? No more stories?”

Mariana sighs, and walks up to the incubator, in a yellow paper gown. Sticks her hand in the hole in the side of the plastic incubator, offering a gloved finger for Frankie to grasp.

“It’s Mari. I’m your big sister. It’s okay. You’re not alone. I’ll come as much as I can, okay? I promise.”

Lena watches, amazed as tiny, two month old Frankie squeezes Mariana’s finger.

Frankie comes home a month later. She’s small as a newborn at 3 months old.

It’s just before Callie’s thirteenth birthday, and she says she already got her birthday wish.

“Why? You never visited her,” Mariana accuses, cradling Frankie.

“Hey, hey, this is supposed to be a happy time. Mariana, share Francesca with the rest of the family please, love,” Stef advises.

Reluctantly, Mariana passes her to Callie.

Lena finds herself grieving hard on the day Francesca turns 1.

Jesus has been gone over three and a half years. And though none of them have any plans to touch his room, magical thinking that has led them to keep it like a time capsule seems to have done nothing. It doesn’t look like their sweet boy is ever coming back.

He’ll never meet his sister.

Never see her take a handful of cake with her bare hand and offer it to Mariana, saying “Ah-na-na!” sweetly as she offers it.

Mariana takes the cake crumbs from her baby sister, beaming. “Thank you so much, Frankie! Oh my gosh, did you guys hear that?” she asks, her brown eyes bright with tears. “Her first word was my name.” Mariana turns back to Frankie, who caresses Mariana’s cheek with a cakey fist. “Your brother’s first word was my name, too,” she tells Frankie softly. “Your brother, Jesus.”

Frankie grins.

Mariana grins back, cake in her hands. Tears on her face.

The following year, so much has changed.

Jesus has been home for five months. They’ve lived in the house successfully as a family of eight for just three.

Frankie is has a CP diagnosis that Lena still feels is probably her fault, more often than not.

On Frankie’s second birthday, Jesus hides in his room, headphones on. He’s still ridiculously small for nearly fourteen. Lena and Stef want to be able to have a nice family party but they know by now that holidays and birthdays are hard on Jesus. That it’s best for all of them to just leave him be.

Lena walks Frankie to Jesus’s doorway, holding her hands and peers inside the beads. Now the presents have been cleaned up, the cake’s been eaten and all the guests are gone, the house is notably quieter.

Still, Lena’s disappointed to find Jesus rocking himself back and forth hard against his bedroom wall.

She knows Stef would go inside and physically stop Jesus from doing this but she has Frankie. She can’t risk her baby’s safety. There’s so much they don’t yet know about Jesus and what he’s capable of.

“Jesus, can you come here, please?” Lena asks.

He doesn’t respond.

“Frankie, you wanna tell Jesus what you got for you birthday, love?” Lena asks her daughter.

“Toys!” Frankie cries happily. “Buddy, toys!”

Jesus blinks. Stops rocking slowly. “What kinda toys?” he asks, standing up and approaching them cautiously.

“See?” Frankie asks, showing off a new stuffed animal.

“Yeah, I see,” Jesus nods. “Happy birthday,” he offers. “Birthday hug?”

Lena’s about to object when Frankie thrusts out her arms and lunges for Jesus.

“Okay, buddy,” he says, taking her in his arms as gently as ever, and giving her a squeeze. “I’m glad I get to be home for your birthday,” he whispers.

Frankie slobbers on Jesus’s cheek, her approximation of a kiss.

Jesus smiles.

When Frankie turns three there is no party. Not one at home anyway. Mom decides to throw one at her house, to spare Jesus the trauma of party decorations and guests. It sounds over the top, and Lena hates how he removes himself from everything that might be remotely fun and family-oriented.

She gets that he can’t help it, but once in a while it would just be nice, to be able to be a regular family, not Stef and Jesus at home and the rest of them here watching Frankie open her new doctor kit and enjoying cake and pizza afterward.

Lena wonders if their family will ever be the same again?

On the day Frankie turns 4, she comes into Lena and Stef’s room early and tries to climb into their bed. Something hard smacks Lena in the face.

“Ouch. What is going on?” She blinks awake seeing Frankie’s leg brace lying beside her own head. The straps, previously white are now bright with color.

“Francesca Rose, why does your brace look like this?” Lena asks.

“It’s my birthday brace! Jesus made it for me! He’s my best buddy! See? It gots all my favorite colors! Purple and green, and orange and red, and yellow and pink and brown and---”

“Honey, I see that, but you need that to walk. It’s not a toy to color on. We’re gonna talk to Jesus about that. And I’m going to see what I can do about cleaning this off…”

“No, I like it,” she pouts. “Don’t clean it.”

Lena pauses. Scoops Frankie up on the bed with her. “You like it?” she asks, because better to keep her talking. Jesus did not have a tolerance for fits children threw. And Frankie doesn’t have the self-control yet to avoid them altogether.

“Yes,” Frankie says, touching one strap lovingly.

“Why do you like it?” Lena wonders.

“‘Cause it’s nice and fun. It’s like me. The other way makes me different.”

“It’s okay to be different,” Lena tells Frankie honestly.

“I know, but this way makes me better-different,” Frankie explains. “This is my best birthday present,” she says, clutching the brace. “I’m gonna go show Mariana!”

“Happy birthday, Frankie,” Lena calls after her.

“Happy birthday, Mama! Bye! See you later!” Frankie returns, her voice light.

“See you later,” Lena echoes, feeling something in her heart mend.

She’s finally someone’s Mama.

It’s not exactly the way Lena imagined, but it’s perfect, nonetheless.

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Not Your Love Song: Chapter 14

Marked Book 2: Not Your Love Song

Chapter 14

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I look at these kids sometimes and I realize that I’ve forgotten everything about being in high school.

Rory stares down at the message from Darrik on his phone, gaze flicking back to the professor at the front of the lecture hall after a moment has passed. He cares about music theory—it’s one of the foundation courses for his major—but he’s not sure he really needs it. He’s been writing and selling songs since he was in middle school. There’s probably something he’s going to learn here which’ll help him get to that next level, but he can also probably ignore it for a little while.

Besides. There’s always the recording available online after, if he needs to review.

You do realize I was in high school just last year, he types back. On the other hand, I’m happy to forget everything about it.

He hopes it makes Darrik laugh, rather than making him feel weird about their age difference. He locks the phone, sets it on top of his notebook and picks up his pen.

There’s no time to write before it buzzes again. Alaric this time, the message popping up and fading too quickly for Rory to read it.

If Rory wants to be a good student, he should shove his phone deep in his bag and ignore it.

Or he could just ignore this discussion of four part harmony as something he’ll never try to pull off with Phoenix Rising—Andy doesn’t sing, and while Stormy’s enthusiastic, she’s only passable, not great.

Rory unlocks his phone, and Alaric’s message pops up.

Why is Dayton offering now to carry children when I want them? I know it might be important someday, but I’m nineteen. I don’t want to think about being a father. I’m still trying to figure out how to be a leader. And how to play football instead of going to war.

Rory bites the insides of his cheeks to keep himself from laughing out loud.

Because Clan is weird, he replies. And your Clan is a very particular brand of old-fashioned weird. There are Clan out there that like Mages and don’t feel the need to set up secret societies with lines of succession. Like Darrik’s family. Rory’s never asked about the humans that are born into Alaric’s family, but he can’t think it goes well.

A fresh message in yet another conversation thread pops up.

Pawel said I should use the cards because they’re traditional. I could try something else. Like bowls of water. Or crystals.

Yeah. Rory isn’t getting anything done, not if Kit’s free now, too. He resigns himself to having three conversations at once, although for the moment, he resolutely ignores the sudden stream of incoming texts from Alaric and Darrik while he responds to his group chat with Kit and Shane.

Well, you need to use your cards with Thorne, because that’s your assignment. Working with me isn’t for a grade, remember? We just need to do what you’re most comfortable with. What’s safest for Lorraine.

The professor’s voice goes silent, and Rory quickly scribbles down the notes that he’s paused for them to take. As long as he looks busy, his cell phone use should fly under the radar. He hopes. The girl in the seat two to his left glances over when his phone buzzes again. Rory scoops it up to hold in his free hand so the buzz won’t vibrate noisily against his desk.

Did you talk to Darrik? Shane asks.

There was an article about her in the paper this morning. About the benefit concert and the fund for the family, Kit sends. They mentioned her moving to Sunnyview this weekend, so that sounds like a real thing.

So if we want the hospital, you need to talk to Darrik, Shane adds.

Rory chews on the inside of his lip. Yeah, I know. I’ll try to do that today and get back to you. Okay? I haven’t asked him about Saturday yet, either.

He closes that conversation and switches to the thread which has a picture from Darrik. It’s an overview of Darrik’s classroom, taken at an awkward angle which manages to maintain privacy of all the students by not showing a single face. There are more than a dozen kids in the room, and three have their heads on the desk, while one is leaned back in the chair, mouth open, looking like he’s snoring. Three girls have made a small circle in one corner, and are painting each others’ nails. Two students look like they’re working on a project together. Most are just playing with their phones.

Study hall, Darrik says. Which is as boring for me as it is for them. It’s a struggle not to sleep through 6th period every day.

Which is obviously why you’re texting me.

You’re the most entertaining person I know.

It’s a lie. It’s flirtatious, and outrageous, and so obviously untrue, but it still makes Rory smile and flush at the compliment.

If I’m interrupting, you can tell me to stop, Darrik adds. I used to text Noah in the middle of his classes because I’d forget when they were. He once had his phone confiscated and after that he sat down at my computer and put all his classes in my calendar.

Noah is still such a huge part of Darrik’s life. Rory can’t think of a conversation they’ve had yet where Darrik hasn’t invoked Noah’s name within a few sentences.

It’s okay. The professor has a no phones rule but he’s not going to call me out in the middle of a lecture. At least, Rory’s pretty sure he won’t. His phone’s quieter than a few others that he’s heard go off repeatedly during this class on other days. Besides, you’re not the only one texting me today.

Oh? Who else is bored out of their minds? I mean, I did just have to break up a squabble about whether Joshua scored a goal or not while playing paper football. He didn’t, in case you’re curious. It was obviously outside the goal posts.

I have no idea why you went back to high school voluntarily. I couldn’t wait to get away from people like that. Maybe it’s too blunt, but Rory presses send before he can reconsider it. And I have a group chat with Kit & Shane. Plus Alaric and I are always talking about something or other.

There’s no immediate response, so Rory switches back to his conversation with Alaric while waiting. There’s a picture attached, of Chris, eyes scrunched close, one hand on his chest, mouth open as he laughs, followed by a series of texts.

Chris sent me this when I told him.

Why is Chris laughing at me?

Dayton just asked me this again. She says we should make it part of our formal alliance. I’m not marrying her. I am definitely not having sex with her. Although it’d be a good alliance, I know, and if I was straight I’d do it. Theobald would probably approve except I don’t think he likes Dayton.

Rory would be laughing if he weren’t in the middle of class. He puts a hand over his face, smothers the sound that almost escapes and pinches the bridge of his nose. He breathes deeply, gets himself under control.

I don’t think she expects you to have sex with her. Use artificial insemination. When you’re thirty. And did she ask you to marry her? She’s probably just asking you to join your lines, which isn’t a bad idea. Make sure there’s some kind of out in the contract, in case you change your minds. I mean, maybe in ten or twenty years you’ll be ready for kids. You might think having a surrogate ready to go is helpful then.

Rory hesitates, then adds, We’re still just kids ourselves. Whole lives ahead and all that. Don’t sign anything you’re not ready to make good on in a decade.

He touches the notification that pops up from Darrik. I remember you talking about Alaric. He’s your roommate. Who are Kit and Shane?

It’s the perfect opening. Rory’s fingers stutter and stall on the keyboard.

This should be easy. He doesn’t need to go into detail. And he can’t see Darrik’s expression—if he’s angry, or offended, or hurt somehow. They’ve both got time to think through their words and tailor their responses. It’s perfect.

Rory inhales, exhales slowly, then types.

We’re all in Coven together—that’s the magical club on campus. Kit’s from a predictive line, and he’s learning traditional magic. Shane’s just a totally typical Mage. They both might be interested in helping reach out to Lora. If you think that might still be an option.

Class ends, and Rory shrugs into his jacket then packs up. He doesn’t have a class now, so he texts Kit and Shane, I’m heading to get food if you want to sit down and talk about options. I’m going to the Townhouse Dining Hall. As soon as it sends, he shoves the phone deep in his pocket and shoulders his bag.

He feels the first buzz when he’s halfway to his dorm, and ignores it. But it keeps buzzing, so either he’s getting a string of texts or—he pulls it out, sees Darrik’s name on the screen and answers the call. “Aren’t you in study hall?”

“I have five minutes while one class heads out and the next one comes in, yes, Rachel, please put your report right in that bin there. Can you tell the rest of class as they come in? Excuse me.” Shuffling movement, then Darrik’s voice is muffled. “They like to listen to everything.”

“Can you blame them? High school life is boring.” Rory remembers writing a song about one of his teachers, making up an entire second life for him outside of school. It’s never been a popular song, and Rory resolved when he recorded it never to tell the truth behind the lyrics.

“The class coming in now—these are smart kids. They’ll go somewhere eventually.” Another shuffling sound, and Darrik’s voice comes clearer. “I was wondering what you’re up to tomorrow night. I could pick you up and we could go out somewhere around PHU, if you want to talk about these plans you’re making.” He hesitates, adds more quietly, “For Lora. Which yes, that option is still on the table. But I need information before I can talk to her family, because we can’t do anything without their permission.”

“She’s being transferred soon,” Rory says quietly. “Do you think it’d be better for us to do this in the hospital? Just in case she wakes up or something and needs medical care.”

Silence aside from the sound of Darrik’s breath.

“Darrik?”

“Do you think she’ll wake up?” Darrik says slowly. “Do you think you can make a ritual that will help wake her up?”

“It’s not what we’re trying to do, but it’s a possible side effect.” Rory’s not sure exactly what they’re doing, other than trying reach out to someone who is currently beyond any normal kind of reach. “If she did, that’d be good, right?”

“It’d be great.” No hesitation, only the sound of relief in Darrik’s voice. “I don’t know why I was fine, why I’m the only one who came out of that mess alive and awake and intact. And I just want her to be okay.”

“We’ll do our best.” There’s nothing more that Rory can promise. “And dinner tomorrow sounds good. I’m meeting up with Shane and Kit tonight, and I’ll make sure I have good information for you.” A bell rings in the background, and Darrik curses under his breath.

“I’ve got to go. They might be smart kids, but this class doesn’t follow the five minute rule. If I’m thirty seconds late, they decide class is canceled and disappear.” The click of a door, sudden noise in the background, blurring Darrik’s voice. “I’ll pick you up at six. Make a reservation somewhere you like, okay?”

“Okay,” Rory agrees, and the line clicks silent.

He never managed to ask about Saturday, either. He’ll just have to do that tomorrow night.

His phone buzzes, and he glances down, half expecting it to to be Darrik, but no, it’s Alaric’s message popping up. Dayton wants to arrange another alliance.

Rory snorts at that, types as he walks. How many alliances can you have with one person? Or is this another thing being written into your alliance contract thing, like babies?

She started by saying we didn’t have to have a formal alliance and now she’s the one mentioning babies. I don’t know why. A pause before another text appears. But not babies this time. I told you about Devon and Aly, right? The Clan from New Hampshire?

He probably did, but Rory can’t remember the details. My head is full of weird ritual things with Kit and Shane so remind me again?

They’re the ones who brought two Clans together along with a Mage community, and they’re still bringing in other Talented folk as they find them. Because Talented people are dying in New Hampshire.

Oh, right. Okay, yes, I remember them. Aly’s pregnant, right?

The dots appear and disappear several times before Alaric’s texts come through in a quick stream. Yes, she’s due in a couple months, and everything looks good so far. She wants to find a magical midwife to be with her in the hospital. She’s afraid the plague could impact the baby.

And they also want to talk to your family. Because they’ve got such a good community, and they’re open-minded, and they’re very self-sufficient. Which my Clan is, too—the self-sufficient part. I could help them with that.

But your family could help them with mixing Magic and normal and maybe some ideas for helping other Talented people too and building a community.

Rory wonders why he hasn’t heard about the plague aside from Aly and Devon. Why no one seems worried about it spreading, if it’s had that much of an impact on their Clan communities. What about the plague?

They think it’s gone. No one’s fallen sick in ages, and now there’s a second pregnancy—one of the Mages—that’s passed three months. But they’re still nervous about the babies.

It’s understandable. Rory’s caught in the conflict between knowing that Gram would want to know about this—she and Nana and David would want to go in and help these young people—but at the same time, he doesn’t want to put her in the path of danger.

He can’t make that decision for her. Give them my email address, he decides, slowing down his walk so he can finish typing before he goes inside. Once I hear from them, I’ll start up a group thing to get them in touch with my grandparents and with my folks. Mom will want to help, and Dad’s all about rights for Talented people and he’ll help them with setting up a community, all the legal things.

He gets back a small series of smiling faces. Thanks. I’ll tell them to email you.

Okay, Rory sends. He stands just outside the door that leads into the public entrance to the basement under the Townhouse, and he stays to one side while typing. I’m meeting up with Kit and Shane to do Mage stuff. We’ll try to keep it to the dining hall so we don’t stink up our room.

He shoves his phone back in his pocket; he doesn’t need to see Alaric’s response to that one. And if anyone else needs to find him right now, they can wait until after Rory’s seen Kit and Shane. He wants to make sure he has something to share with Darrik when they go out tomorrow.

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