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bts-teaspoonff · 4 years ago

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Distance pt. 3 | FINALE

Genre: Romance, Oblivious Mutual Pining, Operation:Jealousy, College!AU, eventual smut

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Rating: 18+

Synopsis: You adore Jimin but you’ve kept it a secret from him despite being so close to him. Jimin turns out that he feels the same. Would you be able to erase the distance between you and Jimin when mountains of obstacles come both your way?

Warnings: NSFW, lots of makeout sessions, slight angst but not significant, unprotected sex, creampie, vanilla sex, lewd words, cum eating

Word count: 10.4k

PARTS: 1 | 2 | 3

A/N: Their story has finally found its conclusion. It’s my first time to write smut and phew, I found myself breathing so heavy by the end of it. Anyways, I hope you loved Distance as much I do. I would love to hear what you think of the finale 💜

You didn’t get to go out on a date with Jimin the next day.

Hoseok drove you home after the movie ended and felt bad because you were almost silent the whole way back home. You just blurted out a lie that you didn’t feel good, which maybe you really are after witnessing Jimin having a date with another girl. Why are you even jealous? It’s not like you have a right to be, and you’re also out on a date. If anything, you’re not giving Hoseok a good time. Later that night, you texted Jimin that you feel sick and it might be better if both of you cancel your plans to visit the café. You feel awful for cancelling but you absolutely don’t want to see him at the moment.

You try to avoid Jimin when you got back to school. Luckily, you barely have any classes together but Taehyung and Jungkook would always ask you to eat lunch with them, which was already a habit for anyone in the group but seeing as you’ve been avoiding them, they started to ask you almost every day if you’ll eat with them. You would text anyone from the group that you got hold up by an errand from a professor or a meeting with your fellow classmates, which were all excuses just to avoid Jimin.

You continuously try to bury yourself in your books to take your mind off Jimin. Taehyung and Jimin started to hang out every day with Jungkook at your house to study and practice for the Gala Night, so you did your readings in the campus’ library until late evenings. The more you see Jimin, the more it reminds you that he may be in a relationship already with some woman you don’t even know. Soon, he might introduce her to the group and she might start hanging out with everyone. You rather avoid him than see that every day.

Jimin knew that night you texted him after your date with Hoseok that it has something to do with what transpired at the movie house. He was also worried that you’re sick. If he could allow himself to take care of you when you’re sick, he absolutely will in a heartbeat. He’s determined to get a chance to explain to you what happened when he sees you around campus. However, he noticed that you are always in a rush to go somewhere whenever the two of you see each other. You barely eat with them during lunch. You would always reply to his text that you’re busy.

He convinced Taehyung to study with Jungkook at your house to get a chance to talk to you but on the second day that they went to your house, Jungkook told him that you started doing late night studies in the library. That’s when he realized that you were really avoiding him. Just when he thought he was already doing a good job in his progress with you, the both of you are back to having a huge distance between the two of you.

It doesn’t help that the girl you saw with Jimin in the movie house suddenly appeared alongside Jimin and Taehyung in front of your house just when you were about to go back to the school’s library on one particular evening. Taehyung was about to get the doorknob when you suddenly opened the door. Taehyung and you gasped at each other in shock, in turn surprising the girl and Jimin too. Your eyes quickly landed on the girl beside Jimin and recognized her.

“If you don’t mind, we brought another friend here.” Taehyung gestured to the girl. She smiled back at you and you did too. In your mind, the sight irritated you but not at her. Jimin stood quietly beside her. You don’t want to be rude since she is a guest in your house. She looks beautiful. Compared to how you look, tired and drained from all those nights burying yourself in your books. It irritates you that she’s now starting to be part of the circle, a circle where you’re grateful to spend a lot of time with Jimin.

“No, I don’t mind. Make yourself at home.” You hid your emotions and just smiled as you took a step forward. “I’m sorry but I really have to get going.” The girl bowed at you as you walk past them. You continue to walk away from your house when you heard Jimin call out your name.

“Do you really have to study in the library? You could just stay today. We can order takeout if you like.” Jimin quickly catches up to you. You turn around and saw from the porch that Taehyung and the girl must have already entered the house.

“It’s okay. I prefer to study alone… in the library. If that’s okay.”

Jimin was quiet. You saw him hesitate as he opened his mouth as if to say more. “We okay?” He slowly took your wrist, surprising you. Your eyes widened as you felt his touch. Your throat felt parched and your chest tightened. His eyes softened as he continues to stare at your wrist. It felt significantly thinner around his grasp. He remembers you slightly healthier than this moment and with this, he realized that you must have lost a bit of weight after all that late night studying for your final exams. He knows how hardworking you are but it concerns him that maybe you’re overworking yourself.

You slowly retracted your hand away from Jimin, losing the contact between the two of you. “Jimin, don’t worry. We’re okay.” He looked at you as you smile, but he knows when you are faking one and this is it. Something hidden behind your smile. He feels hurt that you’re not happy and hopes that he could comfort you. Hoping that you will run to him to help you with whatever’s bothering you.

You walked away without saying another word, leaving him standing in front of your house. Despite telling him that the two of you are okay, you most definitely are not. You would constantly drift in and out of studying, bothered with the thought of Jimin and the girl. You would find it difficult to breathe whenever his face would appear in your mind. A tug in your chest constantly troubles you, so tight that it felt like someone’s stabbing you repeatedly and squeezing you. You didn’t notice that you sighed so loud when a few people nearby shushed you.

Rain started pouring heavily outside just as you were about to go home after the library has closed. You felt stupid remembering to forgo bringing your umbrella because it’s heavy in your bag. You fished out your phone in your bag as you stood under the shade of the building’s entrance. A few students holding their umbrellas were rushing out of the building, chatting alongside their friends, as few lights in the halls were starting to turn off.

You were about to call Jungkook when you heard someone call your name. You lift your head and saw Jimin in front of you under an umbrella with your umbrella that you forgot at home in his other hand.

“You forgot this.” He tries to hand you the one thing you need. You were frozen. It took you by surprise that Jimin is now here in front of you. It was only a few seconds but it felt like this was the longest you’ve seen his face this week. You slowly extend your hand out to take the umbrella from him but when your fingers were about to touch the umbrella, he pulled it away.

“Aren’t you giving it to me?” you gave him a puzzled look.

“I will but not before I get to talk to you first. If I give you this now, I’m sure you’re going to run and avoid me again.” It hurts you to see Jimin look this sullen. Sure, you did avoid him but you don’t want to hurt him in any way.

“Why bother coming here just to give my umbrella? I could get home fine, and I could buy on from the convenience store. I’m sure you’re also busy, you didn’t have to bother at all. Besides, shouldn’t you be with your girlfriend and not here in the campus?” You pushed your phone back in your bag and you squeezed the straps tightly as you mutter the word ‘girlfriend’ out loud. When you finished your sentence, Jimin’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“She’s not my… Wait, you thought she was my girlfriend?” He takes in your surprise and stutter as you try to answer him but nothing is heard out of your mouth. His pout now replaced with a shameless smirk. “Are you avoiding me because you thought she was my girlfriend? Is that it?”

You felt like Jimin was pushing you off a cliff. It was true though. You did avoid him because of her, but now that it’s coming out of his mouth, you felt ashamed. You try to be silent for a few more seconds as he push for an answer from you a few more times. “Yes! What am I supposed to do instead, huh? I avoided you because seeing you reminds me of the two of you! I can’t stand it, that’s why I avoided you!” you shouted in one breathing, as if a balloon slowly being filled with air with no one stopping to fill it and it finally popped with a loud pang.

Seeing Jimin surprised at your sudden outcry, you felt as if an ice cold bucket was poured on you. You didn’t mean to let it all out. Maybe it was the constant stress of studying or the reminder of the girl with Jimin pushed everything out of you. “I was jealous, okay? So… just leave me alone and let me handle my emotions in the meantime.”

You walked past him, faster than you ever did before. You don’t mind the rain pouring down on your head, slowly soaking your clothes. The smell of the rain soaking the ground filled your nose as you pant for air. All you want is to just walk away from him because you just made everything awkward between the two of you. Your legs felt heavy as you try to realize that you’ve just admitted to him that you’re jealous. It was just barely hours ago that you’ve admitted to yourself that you were jealous, and you shouted it in front of his face.

His hand caught your wrist and pulled you back to him. He spun you around, crashing your body into his chest. He lets go of his umbrella and proceeds to creep his hand unto the back of your head while he continues to pull your wrist with his other hand. His plump lips crashed into yours. As rough as he first landed his lips, he quickly begins to be gentle as his mouth slowly danced with yours. He takes in a deep breath, as if trying to savor your scent all in one go.

You were taken aback at first but quickly gave in to his touch. It was everything for you. It feels as if the longing between you and Jimin that lasted for so long was finally satiated. He lets go of your wrist and lands his hands on your waist, gripping so tightly that you could almost feel the end of your shirt riding up from being tucked in your pants.

His utter sincerity from his kisses. The passion. It was burning you. It was like someone finally opened the door and he just let himself go. You were gladly responding to his every action. You placed your hand on his back, slowly creeping up as the kiss goes on. Jimin felt it as you slowly try to accept his kisses, smirking so slightly while letting himself unto you.

You pulled away first, gasping for air. The uncomfortable knot that occupied your chest for almost a week, now replaced with a burning desire for more from this man. He nudged his forehead to yours. You look up and saw him gazing and longing for your lips. “If I had known kissing you felt this good, I wouldn’t have hesitated this long.”

You were still heaving for air. That kiss nearly took all the oxygen in your lungs. You want more.

“I’m sorry if I made everything awkward between us. I really needed to avoid you or else, I could’ve made everything awkward between you and that girl.” You put your head down realizing that he must have been hurt when you avoided him this whole time.

“What did I tell you? She’s not my girlfriend.” He lifts up your chin to let you look directly at him. He flashes a smirk and laughs in amusement. “She’s my cousin, here in town for a week. I guess you could say I’m her favorite that’s why she doesn’t hesitate to hug me. If you just let me explain then you would have spared yourself the burden of being jealous.” He gently rubs his thumb across your cheek as he adores how you look so flushed after the kiss. Despite having less light to illuminate everything around the two of you, he sees you as if you’re the brightest one.

“I’m not jealous!” you pout your lips as you blatantly lie, blushing at the truth being pointed out by Jimin.

“You just said so a while ago. No takebacks.” He giggled as he pulls you in closer to him. “Besides, there’s no need for you to be jealous. I’ve always been yours, baby.”

He slowly takes your lips back into his again. His hand on your waist gripped tighter as the hand on your neck combs through your hair. Once again, everything took your breath. This Jimin was different from the Jimin you were used to. You loved it as you bask at the intimacy you two are now sharing. You could definitely feel his carnal desire. You let yourself go.

…..

“Finally done with exams!” Taehyung sighs as he slumps his back against Jungkook, who was eating his lunch in peace.

You were sitting across the two while Jimin is sitting beside you, arms around your shoulders. The four of you are back in the cafeteria, enjoying your victory after a week-long exam marathon. All of you are physically and mentally drained. The three of them more so since they have been practicing a lot every night this week. Gala night is this weekend and they’re supposed to perform an original song on top of their planned setlist.

The boys clearly expressed to you that there’s no chance you could hear their original song ahead of the Gala Night. They want you to hear it for the first time along with everyone else. You feel lonely that Taehyung and Jimin told you that they’ll work on the song on their own, despite asking for your help a month ago during Hoseok’s party. You let them do what they want since you also want to hear the product of their combined minds. Anticipation from you has been building, waiting to finally hear their music away from the touch of Namjoon’s and your’s. This will be the first time that the three of them will be making music on their own.

“You know that I’m still here right?” Jungkook asks as he chews his food. He glares at you and Jimin as Jimin tries to smooch your cheeks. “She may be your girlfriend now but I’m still her brother. Don’t do it in front of me.” He chuckles as he tries to hit Jimin’s shoulder.

Taehyung and Jimin exchanged laughs as they try to tease your brother. You laugh at them being so silly, missing the dynamics between everyone. Despite spending less time with them when you tried to avoid Jimin, everything was still the same when you got back. Now that you’re in a relationship with Jimin, everything stayed the same between you and the other boys.

Actually, it went by so fast. That night that you two kissed, Jimin asked you to be his girlfriend and you accepted without batting an eyelash. It was quick. Now that you think about it, you never imagined that Jimin likes you back and would ask you to be his girlfriend. Even before you noticed your feelings for him, you have always imagined that someone would ask you to be their girlfriend in a more romantic way. Not that you want to be choosy but the way you two got together was so quick and lackluster. The kiss was definitely something but after that, he just asked you. Something feels lacking.

There’s no need for you to dive deep into how he asked you to be his girlfriend. The fact that he’s finally yours, you’re happy with it. There’s no need for you to be choosy.

“Have you been receiving any emails back from the companies you’ve applied to?” Taehyung addressed the question to you and Jimin. Seniors, which includes you and the two troublemakers, have sent their applications last month to various companies where they’ll have their training and if lucky, will eventually work there as well. This week, everyone will receive replies from those companies. As the dread from the exams has ended, another has taken its place.

“None yet but I’ll inform everyone for sure if I receive any.” Your boyfriend confidently tells Taehyung and you. He turns his head to you, arms tightly gripping your shoulder. “You?”

“Same. Still waiting.”

“We’ll all still be together after college, right? All the companies I’ve applied to are just here in the city.” Taehyung grins as he try to disturb Jungkook from his lunch. “Jungkook still needs us to bother him.”

Somehow, a tight rope in your chest started to tighten after hearing Taehyung. The three of you haven’t discussed each other’s plans after college. Maybe Jimin and Taehyung have already did but you haven’t informed them of yours yet.

You went to the library that afternoon to return the books that you have borrowed for your readings. The library surprisingly feels a lot friendly today, compared to the other days where it has this heavy atmosphere from all the student who were cramming their notes in their brains. A lot of students were also returning heaps of books like you. Like a heavy load was taken off their back, your fellow students felt relieved that exam week is done.

Gala Night will be this weekend. Everyone will have the chance to finally unwind and relax, with the music relieving them of their worries. Seniors will have their last chance to party in college before the pressure and burden of adulthood creeps in.

As you were handing out the last book back to the counter, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You thanked and bid goodbye to the person behind the counter and turned around. You take out your phone and the sight of the notification stopped you in your tracks. An email notification clearly occupied your screen saying that it’s from the company that you’ve been waiting for a reply from the most. You held your phone against your chest as you look around as if you’re trying to hide something. You quickly walk and hide behind the bookshelves and leaned against it as you try to breathe in deeply.

You try to calm down your nerves, clearing your anxiety at what could the email contain. It could say that they have rejected your application and you’ve lost your chance to work in your dream company. It could also say that they accept you and that would definitely be in the list of your top moments of this year, second to having that kiss with Jimin of course.

You try to inhale deeply once more before slowly lifting the phone off your chest. You open the email and read it. Everything became so silent around you. Your focus is all on reading the contents of the email. You carefully read each words as if reading it twice can make your comprehension with the language even clearer.

“Fuck!” you shriek as you take in what you just read. You slapped your hand against your mouth when you remembered you’re still in the library. You giggle under your hands as your heart continues to pound in your chest.

Your dream company just accepted you. You’re finally getting the fruits of your labor. You celebrate in the small area behind the bookshelf in the library as you throw punches in the air.

You rejoice in your victory for a few more minutes before remembering the thing you’ve been holding off for a long time from Jungkook, Taehyung and Jimin. As if strapping bricks on your feet, you stop in your place as your heart begins to get heavy. This company you’ve applied to is in another country. “Fuck.”

…..

It’s Saturday, supposed to be everyone’s rest day but everyone at your house is busy. Jimin and the boys are down practicing non-stop for their performance for tomorrow’s Gala Night. You still haven’t informed Jimin about the email as you haven’t found the right moment to tell him of your news. A part of you is also torn whether to consider it as a good news or bad news. Just when everything is finally falling into its right place between you and Jimin, your dream will be the force pulling you both apart from each other once more.

After their practice that had lasted the whole morning until afternoon, Jimin quickly took a break and excused himself away from his bandmates to spend some time with you. He ran to your bedroom, stopping in front of your door. He knocked but heard no answer from you. Once again, he knocked and called your name. When you didn’t answer, he slowly opened the door, catching a sight of you napping on your beanbag. He admires how adorable you look, curled up like a ball under your fluffy purple blanket as you tightly hold your phone while you sleep.

He kneels down in front of you as he stares at your every feature. He never felt this lucky now that he knows that he’s finally got you. You’re his girlfriend now and nothing can keep you apart. He’ll do anything just to stay by your side.

He saw a stray strand of your hair across your face and tucked it behind your ear as he carefully take your phone off your grasp. Once he successfully pulled your phone away, he wraps his hand under your legs and behind your back to carry you off the beanbag. You look so precious around his arms as he continues to stare at you when he walks towards your bed. Gently laying you down, it’s taking everything from him to resist kissing you. He wants to respect you by taking it slow and although you two have kissed once, he still respects your consent.

He roamed around your room, observing every little detail. He hasn’t been in your room for so long. Now that the two of you are in a relationship, being alone with you seems more intimate now. He ingrains in his mind every cute item decorating your personal space. His eyes darts to the wall plastered with lots of Polaroid of the boys and you. He reminisces every moment depicted in each photo especially those with Namjoon and Hoseok. He deeply misses his older band members now that they’re busy working away from the four of you.

He felt slight jealousy when he saw a photo of you squeezed in a hug between Namjoon and Hoseok. He remembers it taken by Taehyung after hanging out with everyone on the beach last year to celebrate their graduation. If it wasn’t for Taehyung and Hoseok’s help, he wouldn’t have the courage to make further moves on you.

|FLASHBACK|

“I guess we’ll hang out here until the rain stops then we’ll head home.” Taehyung turns to look outside the window as the sound of the rain against the house gets louder by the second. Jimin was busy heating up the pizza slices in the kitchen when he heard Taehyung. Jungkook was busy teaching Jimin’s cousin the guitar across Taehyung in the living room.

“Shouldn’t she be home by now? It’s getting late.” Jimin asks as he worries about you going home in this ungodly weather.

“She must be on the way home right now. Don’t worry, she’ll get home fine… if she didn’t forget to bring her…” Jungkook turns to the shelf beside the door where you usually place your umbrella. You have a habit of forgetting your umbrella which is why you made it a point to have a designated place for your umbrella near the door. “…and she did. I’m not surprised.” Jungkook excused himself from the guitar lessons with Jimin’s cousin, standing up to put his guitar away on the couch as he walked back up the stairs to get ready to pick you up.

“Jungkook, don’t pick her up. Let Jimin do it.” Taehyung changes the channel on the TV from the remote as he tells Jungkook. Jimin, taken aback by Taehyung’s suggestion, walks out of the kitchen and to the living room to question his best friend.

“Can’t you see she’s avoiding me? Besides, we don’t know if she’ll be calling Jungkook to pick her up. She might call Hoseok, now that they’re dating.” Jimin points at Jungkook and back at Taehyung.

Taehyung laughs. “Okay. We’re not supposed to tell you this but seeing as the situation between you and her is getting worse, might as well tell you.”

“Tell me what?”

“It’s all just an act with Hoseok. We planned the confession just to rile you up. To make you jealous. We’re getting so impatient between the push and pull dynamic between you and her. No one’s making a move despite your obvious feelings for each other, it’s frustrating me and Hoseok. That’s why we made a plan to make you jealous.” Taehyung leans back against the couch, staring at his best friend.

“Wait. What? They’re not dating?” Jimin is so puzzled that he kept on glancing back and forth to Jungkook and Taehyung.

“Yes.” Taehyung slowly reiterates as he rolled his eyes at Jimin. “I’m so frustrated at seeing the two of you be oblivious with each other, so I tried to interfere. Your best wingman, at your service! You can thank me later.”

Jungkook was already back at the front door, unnoticed by Jimin. He pulled out your umbrella from its designated slot inside the shelf and threw it to Jimin. “He complains to me non-stop about you guys, so get on with it to make him stop. As her brother, you have my blessing.” Jimin caught the umbrella as he sees Jungkook grin and gives a thumbs-up as green light.

Never have Jimin moved so fast, intent on seeing you as soon as possible. Taehyung threw his car keys to Jimin as he opened the door. The two boys that were left back in the house smiled warmly at each other as they saw Jimin’s swift exit.

|END OF FLASHBACK|

Your eyes felt heavy as you try to pry it open after your afternoon nap. All the fatigue from your all-nighters caught up to you as you regain control of your body trying to get up from the confines of your bed. Your vision was still slightly hazy but you recognized a figure standing near your desk. Jimin. You recognize his back anywhere, no matter how hazy or unclear your vision is. You call his name out with your sleepy voice still warming up from being awaken. He didn’t turn back to your call so you try to call him again.

He slowly turns to you but something felt wrong. You try to wonder why he’s not reacting fast to your call as if he’s busy with something. You recognize something familiar that was in Jimin’s hands as you were getting off your bed. Both of your eyes met and immediately, you felt unable to speak further. Words choked up in your throat as you regret not cleaning up your table to hide the item that Jimin is now tightly gripping with all his might. It was subtle but you could see that his hand was slightly shaking. Unsure whether if he’s angry or afraid of what he might’ve read.

“I can explain…” Slowly, you take a few steps forward towards him as if you were on high alert with how to handle the situation.

“What’s this?” you could feel his sadness just from the few words he let out as he gaze upon you, holding the letter out to you. “Why does it say America? Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?” The small piece of paper, now trembling in his hands.

“I do plan to tell you but I haven’t found the right timing yet.” You took one step closer but you noticed he took a step back as well. You’re scared. You don’t want him to think that you’re hiding something from him which you really aren’t. You just don’t know how to break it to him gently. “I applied for a job and I got an email from them that I got accepted. The letter just arrived yesterday.” Your hands were starting to get clammy and your throat felt dry as well.

“Why didn’t you tell any of us that you were planning to leave town and work there?”

“I was not sure they’ll accept me. I just took my shot. I don’t want to disappoint you guys if I tell you then it turns out I got rejected. Applying there was a long shot.” You once again try to take a step closer and pressed on, when you saw Jimin accepting your concern to remedy the situation and not stepping back. “Believe me, I don’t intend it to be a secret from all of you.” You slowly try to place your hands on his quivering wrist that is tightly holding the letter.

“So you’re just gonna leave us here? I thought we all talked about staying here in the city. Find jobs here.” you could hear a slight tone of anxiety and sorrow from his tiny voice. His black hair slowly clouding his face. A shadow looming over his face. You felt his sorrow as well just by looking at him. This was not your intention.

“I know we all talked about it. I’m sorry if I haven’t told you guys but…” you gently rub your hands along his arms to at least try and comfort your boyfriend. “This has always been my dream. I’ll regret it if I didn’t let myself take the shot no matter how impossible it may be. There has never been a day where I’m not grateful for the memories and company you guys gave me. The thought of leaving town and living alone on the other side of the world scares me. It’s all thanks to you guys that I was able to go out of my comfort zone and was able to make a lot choices that makes me who I am today. Thanks to you, Jimin. You’ve always been there for me, encouraging me when I was unwilling to take a step forward. Now, I am taking that step and I hope you’ll let me.” You place your hands on his cheeks as he still kept his longing gaze on you.

You felt his warm hands occupy your cheeks, wiping what seems to be tears flowing down on your warm cheeks. You didn’t notice it. You were occupied with the thought of pacifying the situation and the thought of leaving Jimin was now real. You just started a relationship with him and you were unsure what your new job would mean between the two of you. Jimin leaving you is definitely not the thing you want. If you could reject the job, you could but you’ve been dreaming for this even before you’ve met and liked him. You truly wish for him to understand and support you, and if he won’t, you tell yourself that you’ll accept where he wants your relationship to go. If he’ll break up with you for this, you’ll accept it and let him leave however painful it is.

He pulled you for a hug, still silent and not saying a word. You were still trying to grasp on what he’s thinking right now but you won’t push him further. He grips you tightly into the hug that you’re sure his fingers would bruise your skin but you reciprocate the tightness. You don’t want him to let go of the hug. You don’t want him to let go of you, not when you just got him. The distance between you just started to close but now, it felt like its back to being miles away from each other. It frustrates you that probably something celestial is intent on keeping you apart.

You were now sniffing and crying in his arms, unaware of the mess you’re making on his shirt. He rubs his hand on the top of your head and he pushes you away from his chest to look at you and the mess you’re making. You admit that Jimin being hush makes you even more anxious and nervous. You prefer to just bicker with him at this point since that would make yours and his thoughts vocal to each other. You lift your head up to look at him with eyes beaded with tears.

He takes in your beauty as he watched you. He inched closer to you and next, you’re feeling his plump lips taking yours. A kiss so different from the first time you had with him. This was filled with yearning and ache. As if the words you were waiting for him to say, he expressed it with this kiss. He closed the distance with you in mere seconds. You understand what he felt as he ravishes your lips. He doesn’t want to let you go but he wants to support you as well. Every fiber in his being wants to pull you back to him but he doesn’t because he doesn’t want to deprive you of your happiness.

He walks you back to the direction of your bed while continuing to pour out his feelings to you through the kiss. You wrapped your hands around his neck as you both drown in the intimacy of the moment. A few moments later, the back of your knees hit the end of your bed causing the two of you to crash on your bed. You gasped at the sudden weight of Jimin crashing into you while he continues to stroke his hands through your hair, unbothered by the change of position.

“Jimin?” You ask as you try to get a word out of him. He whined and continues to shower you kisses. You felt his tongue brush your lower lip, causing the heat beneath your legs to further warm you up. His hands were all over your body and you didn’t complain. You want this too. Heck, you’ve been dreaming of this too. Nights filled with thoughts of Jimin were too frequent.

The sudden contact of his cold hands on your skin under the end of your shirt shocked you. The intense heat of the moment and from your body completely contrasted his icy cold hands. It almost burned you but you continue to savor the moment. The intense touches he’s giving you. His kisses were now crawling from the sides of your lips to your neck. Goosebumps appeared behind your neck and on your arms as you felt him mapping out your skin with his warm lips. You let out a whimper and this further pushed out the desire he’s been keeping for so long caged inside Jimin. He slowly nibbled your ears and let out a groan.

It took your breath away, further driving you wild. You stroke his back harder, careful not to scratch him. The frustration of wanting to touch him for who knows how long was clouding your mind. You want more. You both surrender to each other when a knock disturbed the two of you. Jimin scoff internally inside his thoughts at whoever decided to cockblock him from having you.

“Hey, is Jimin there? We need him for another practice. Jungkook still needs to polish a few parts in the setlist.” Taehyung carefully whispers through the door without knocking, unsure if you’re taking a nap or not. Everyone knows by now how precious your afternoon nap is. They could tease you anytime but not when you’re taking a nap.

Jimin and you were both looking at the door, lips still on each other. You part your lips from Jimin and answered, telling that Jimin is indeed in your bedroom and will return to practice as soon as possible. You felt Jimin groan against your lips and also heard Taehyung answer, his footsteps slowly getting farther from your bedroom.

You and Jimin stared at each other for a moment and giggles erupted from the two of you after realizing what just happened. He caressed the side of your face, scanning your face. You returned the gesture as you place your hand on his cheeks. You place a peck on his lips, shocking him. It was the first time you initiated intimacy between the two of you.

“We’ll talk more about it, okay? I promise.” You smile at him as you express your sincerity. He adored you being under him looking so flushed and he couldn’t resist you looking so enamored with him. He nods and gave you back a peck before parting his body from you, getting off the bed and walking out of the bedroom.

You plan to talk to him more but of course you didn’t get to since your parents called you for an errand to get some groceries. By the time you got back, Taehyung and Jimin already left. Jungkook told you that Jimin had to drive his cousin somewhere urgent. You lost another chance to remedy the situation between the two of you. Although the two of you can talk about it on the phone, nothing beats being in front of him to talk about it. Tomorrow’s the Gala Night so you figure it’s best that you both talk it out after. Also, it bothers you that Jimin hasn’t said a word to you yet. Even when you were making out, he wasn’t saying anything. Maybe it’s better to trust him and not further drown yourself with anxious thoughts.

…..

You were part of the technical crew in charge of the sound system for the Gala Night. Despite your urge to rush in front of the crowd to get a closer look at the stage, you prefer your peace at the sound booth at the back of the auditorium elevated higher than the audience almost at the same height as the stage. The audience started to make some more noise as they see Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung take their place on the stage.

It felt funny seeing few girls getting giddy and blushing at the sight of the three. You remember all the moments when they used to perform with Namjoon and Hoseok and it would increase their fans twicefold the next day. Majority of the screaming fans among the audience were girls from Jungkook’s batch and freshman students. You laugh at the sight of those three goofballs be heartthrobs and be adored by everyone.

Soon, they start performing some of their old songs that were loved by the audience. Jungkook breezed through the songs, belting out as the main vocalist. Jimin would have guitar solos, making the girls fall over for his charms at every strum of the strings. Taehyung would make every beat of the drums hypnotize the audience as if a flower was calling every bees to come forth for its honey. You would sway your head and sing to their songs in your seat. Closing your eyes to let yourself be absorbed into the music.

The next song would be their new original song. As Jungkook was introducing the song, Jimin walks up beside him. Everyone in the auditorium were focused on Jungkook as he expresses that this song was made by Jimin and Taehyung and is sort of a parting gift for everyone since they’ll be graduating soon, granting groans from the audience. He also told that he wouldn’t be the one leading the song. Everyone was surprised when Jimin took Jungkook’s place in front of the mic. You were also surprised at the turn of events. This would be the first time Jimin would be taking over a song as the vocalist. Yes, he sings a few parts and belts out adlibs here and there but you haven’t heard him perform a whole song.

“This song is slightly personal. I put out my heart and all my thoughts into this song.” He turns back to Taehyung and Jungkook, who’s now holding his guitar. They nod at each other and Jimin turns back to the audience looking for you. When he did find you at the back, he smiled and held the mic tightly. “This is Distance. I hope you guys love it.”

You shot your entire attention at Jimin, never leaving him. The music started slow. It was an entirely different kind of music from what they put out before. This is almost like a sensual RnB genre complimented by the sounds of Taehyung’s drums and Jungkook’s electric guitar. The audience grew quiet as they felt the mood change, listening intently to the strumming of the guitar lead by Jungkook. You watch Jimin as he starts to sing out the lyrics.

You listen intently to the lyrics. He sings about a person haunted by his feelings, unable to fully express what he wanted. The person felt that the main force holding him back was himself. He cares deeply for another person, willing to do anything for her. Ready to fight battles alongside her, no matter how much sacrifices he’s asked to make. He reaches out again and again but there’s like a dark and ominous figure holding him back. Just as he was about to give up, the person that he loves reaches out for him. The hand reaching out for him, upon contact, lit up everything around him. He takes it and everything he hid inside his chest comes bursting out. Everything around the both of them blossomed and was painted with different hues of color. He expressed all his fears to the person he adores. The fear of being left behind, being rejected, being abandoned and being thrown away. He kept this confident persona in front of everyone to hide his true feelings. He loved that person with his entire being.

Jimin ended the song by singing the question, “Do you accept me? Because I offer myself to you.”

You felt Jimin’s passion as he sang the song. Jimin was panting, clearly heard through the mic. His stares were burning you. You soon realize that Jimin was singing about the two of you. He expressed his feelings about you through the song. The words you were longing for ever since that rainy night were all poured out for you through his song. Your cheeks were burning so hard that you felt so flushed even up to the soles of your feet. You try to fan yourself to cool down but his eyes were still on you, burning you further.

The screams and roar of the audience shook both of you away from the unspoken burning desire blooming between the two of you. Jimin smiled as he take in the audience’s warm response for his song. You two may have been at the opposite poles of the auditorium but you two understood each other completely. You heard his confession and you answered back with complete surrender to him.

…..

Jungkook gave you the tightest hug he could give as he quietly hide his head in the crook of your neck while he sob. You see Taehyung and Jimin standing behind him, smiling at the two of you. Jimin was holding your luggage as he pushed Taehyung to take Jungkook off you and proceed to say his farewell.

Taehyung gently pulled Jungkook’s shirt, laughing at the youngest band member as Jungkook comically wipes his nose after pulling away from you. Jungkook quietly walks back to Jimin, and Taehyung was now hugging you. Taehyung was the clingiest one out of the bunch, especially to the other band members. He doesn’t shy away in hugging you, as well. You would always oblige since it always warms your heart whenever you would welcome his hugs.

“Take care of yourself. Eat a bit healthier. Don’t follow any strangers. Always guard your drinks when you go partying. If any of your coworker bullies you, tell them you have a friend who is a master of martial arts.” You laugh as he rambles while still hugging you. He ends the hug and faces you.

“Yes, mom, I will.” You pinch his adorable cheeks. You look at him for a few seconds before asking him to come closer. “I forgot to thank you. Hoseok already confessed everything to me. You’re the best wingman Jimin could have.” Taehyung, surprised that you know their secret, pulled back to look at you with huge eyes. You giggle as you try to put your finger on your lips, assuring him that you’ll keep mum about it.

“Anything for you two.” He walked back as he smiled warmly at you.

Jungkook and Taehyung waved and stayed back, as you and Jimin walk further inside the airport. You two were silent as you tread along the building, knowing that each passing moment means that you’ll soon be spending so much time away from him. You want to run away with him but you hold yourself out from acting your desires. A small sacrifice for your happiness. He did tell you again and again that he would wait for you no matter how long it takes. You place all your trust in him.

Jimin squeezed your hand inside his, stopping you in your tracks. “I love you, y/n.”

It was the first time he put his feelings into words that is directly addressed to you. You may have heard and understood the lyrics of his song and for whom it was addressed to but hearing your name coming from his mouth tickles your heart. You love this person. Everything about him is amazing. Every moment spent with him is magical.

“…and I love you, too.” Jimin also didn’t expect you to reply. “Wait for me, okay? I promise I’ll come back and I’ll be yours always. I’ll always be waiting for you too.” You cup his face with your hand. Jimin leans his face further into your hand, closing his eyes at the warmth and gentleness you’re providing. He tries to remember your touch, your warmth, and your scent.

“I won’t be long.” You didn’t understood what he meant but not for long, he lifts your chin and proceeds to kiss you. A kiss so gentle that your heavy anxiety of parting ways with him has been lifted off you. A kiss so precious as if time stopped around you, blocking the sound of people rushing to get to their check-in gates and luggage wheels rolling on the tiles of the airport.

Lips parting, you both gaze at each other as Jimin nudged his nose to yours.

…..

It has been a month since you left. You’ve adjusted well in your new environment. Luckily, everyone in the company has been generous in giving you a warm welcome. It didn’t take long for you to adjust to your workload and perform brilliantly. You also met a lot of new friends outside the company, common friends of your workmates. Everything was going swell, except for the moment when you would be alone in your apartment. You would quickly do video calls with Jimin if yours or his schedule matches. Most of the time, you leave video messages or voice recording if you catch him sleeping already or him with you. It frustrates you but you always remind yourself that it’s a small sacrifice for your happiness.

One day, Jimin was leaving all your messages on seen. You want to scream at him and the anxiety creeped up on you the longer he left your messages. You were obviously in a bad mood the whole day. Your friends at work also noticed this and you would just reassure them that you’re fine. A male friend of yours offered to drive you back to your apartment as everyone was walking out of the building to go home. You politely decline when a voice abruptly disturbed the both of you. You both look at the direction of the voice and was surprised to see your boyfriend. Surprised by the unfamiliar blonde locks on his head as he stood so proudly a few feet away from you.

Words caught in your throat, all you could say was “Jimin?!?”

He smugly walked up to you as he glare at the man beside you. The man quickly understood the situation and bids you goodbye. Jimin slowly walks beside you as he placed his hand around your waist. He sees you, mouth agape and still can’t talk at his surprise appearance. “I missed you!” He kissed your cheeks, taking you by surprise.

“Why…but how?...When?” You stutter as you try to take in the fact that your boyfriend is now in front of you, in America. Miles away from his home and he didn’t bother to tell you about it.

“Let’s go to your apartment. I can tell you all about it there.” As if in a rush, he pushes you by the waist to hurry and go home to your place.

However, when you arrived at your apartment, Jimin didn’t hesitate to devour you by the entrance hallway of your apartment. He pushes the door close with his feet as he take your lips. No matter how many times you two have kissed, you can still differentiate each kiss. Today, it’s burning with desire for you. He latches onto your mouth like it’s his lifeline. You let yourself overdose with the taste of him, and so does he. His plump lips felt divine that has you moaning under him.

Your heavenly moans had him wanting more. Both of you stayed latched against each other’s bodies as you try to remove any accesories that you can while directing him to your bedroom. He pushes you back unto the mattress when you were surprised at the force your back met the soft linen.

He unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt and pulled the sleeves higher before he dove back to you. Not wasting any moment, he writhed his hands behind your nape and gripped your waist. Your eyes shutting close at the brush of his lips and the taste of his tongue on yours. Kissing him felt so natural to you as you indulge in his presence and touch. He now dives his lips on your neck, crumbling your last bit of self-control. You let go and wrapped your hands behind his head and through his now-blonde locks. You felt goosebumps as he sensually pepper your neck with kisses.

You realize how much you’ve put yourself in critical position, you gently push him away before this gets any further. You didn’t want to ruin the mood but you’re still very confused at the sudden appearance of your boyfriend. You haven’t said any words to him but he quickly understood what’s painted on your face. “I’ll explain later, I promise.” You both stay gazing at each other and taking in the close proximity between you. “Can I please have you tonight?”

You nod, understanding what he meant. “Please Jimin.”

He quickly closes in the distance between the two of you and placed his lips above your collarbone, earning a sensual groan from you. This has urged Jimin to further surrender to his carnal desire for you, no longer holding back. As you felt his hand gripping the sides of your waist, he laps his lips to nibble on your ear.

“Ah Jimin!”

He growls, “Fuck I missed you”. His hands quickly finds it place under your breasts to fondle it and you grow even weaker. Your moans making the tent under his pants grow even harder at every touch. He marks you purple and red behind your ear as he noticed how you moan loader as he teases your ear.

You tightly grip his hair as he continue to kiss your neck and his delicate hand found its way to the buttons of your shirt, removing each piece as he unravels you half-naked before him. You quickly lift up your back off the bed, helping him by removing your shirt and bra off of you. He worships at the view of your nakedness before him. He proceeds to fully unbutton his white dress shirt and attempts to remove it completely when you stopped him.

“Don’t take it off. You look good in corporate attire. It turns me on.” Jimin sees you scanning him as you display a fucked out face despite not yet having been fucked. He finds himself further in danger of losing himself to you.

He leans back to you, now rolling his tongue around your nipples while his other hand fondles your other breast. Insatiable, he alternates between your breasts as he tastes you more. You submit entirely to him after having been deprived of his touch. It takes him by surprise when you pushed him, rolling onto his back and now you’re on top of him.

You crawl south, pulling down the zipper of his pants and his cock sprung out to greet you. Big is an understatement. If he went inside you with this, you would definitely be sore and limping later. You grab his big hard erection and flicked your tongue at the tip, earning a very sensual groan from Jimin. His hands quickly landed on either side of your head. You looked at Jimin and found him staring at you, etching the sight of you sucking him forever in his mind. Seeing him enjoying your touch as you ravage him turns you on.

It only takes a matter of seconds before you start sucking his length, bobbing your head up and down. You work on his cock capably with your tongue and mouth, and stroking the remaining length which can’t fit your mouth with your hands. You didn’t notice that he held your head and further pushed you down on his cock. You slightly gag as you felt the tip hit the back of your throat. The remaining length that you were stroking was now being occupied by your mouth as your nose met his skin. Something about it felt so naughty that you let your hand fondle the heat between your legs.

Jimin concentrated on your lips wrapped on his cock as he try to pull his underwear and pants off his legs. He lift his back off the bed as you continue. His hands now unzipping your skirt and prompting you to remove it. You did what was asked of you and also removed your underwear.

There’s this strong desire between the two of you and you both know you’ll bask in it tonight.

He looks at you as you lay down naked on the bed. You crawl up towards the headboard and he kneels at the end of the bed. You could almost feel yourself dripping wet as he stood there with his cock in full display. “Spread your legs for me.” His commanding tone suddenly made you hot and limp before him. Soon, you find yourself displaying everything for him. It didn’t take long before his lips found its way on your pussy.

It felt like electricity is coursing through you. He savors your taste as you grip his hair, careful not to tug too tight. It felt bizarre looking at Jimin with blonde hair but he looks even hotter with his new locks. You let your head back as you moan and shout his name. He further wiggles his tongue on your clit, wanting more of your reaction to his touch. You grab whatever you can to try and control yourself in shouting from pleasure. He enjoyed your struggle so he soon pushed one finger inside you. You were so wet for him already that his finger didn’t meet any resistance so he quickly added another finger.

“Your pussy tastes so good.” He pushes his tongue inside your pussy along with his two fingers. Defeated, you lean back, grinding your hips into his face. You felt something and so did Jimin. Your walls are starting to throb and close in on his fingers so inserted one more finger. You scream at the stretch of his three fingers and looked at Jimin. “I have to prepare you well so that you can take me.” He lets his other hand play with your clit, circling it around. It was too much. The stimulation from his hands further pulling you into a strong orgasm. You shiver under him as he fucks you with his fingers through your orgasm. Once you were done, he slowly pulled out.

You pant, limp on the sheets as you try to remember that you’re not yet done. He still haven’t fucked you. You anticipate the stretch that his cock will bring when you turn to see Jimin stroking his cock as he crawls between your legs. He lines the head of his cock against your entrance, rubbing it up and down. He looks at the contact of his member on yours as he spreads your wetness even further around your pussy.

Eager for him to start, you wiggle your hips closer to him. He laughs at your impatience as he lifts your waist closer to him. “I won’t hold back tonight. I can’t promise to be gentle all the time but if you want me to stop, I will.”

“Fuck me senseless until tomorrow, Jimin. I want you.” With this, he thrusts his entire cock inside your pussy. Soon, you both progress into an amazing rhythm, bodies intertwined against each other. Your hips pushing back and forth to meet each of Jimin’s strong thrusts. In unison, you release sounds of exquisite pleasure and scream each other’s names.

He rolls you, your face meeting the pillow. You were completely laid flat on the bed when his cock quickly found its way to enter you once again. He pushed your legs to close while he rides you. He pushes you further into the bed as he fucked you into oblivion. Jimin felt like a beast. He stayed true to his words by not holding back and you loved it. You ask him to be rougher and it would further edge him on. You could feel the tip of his cock almost opening your womb.

Another orgasm is pending to overwhelm you and Jimin could now feel it around his cock. He continues to pound you in the roughest manner you’ve ever experienced. It felt like heaven as you let your orgasm take over you. “Where do you want me to release it?” Jimin didn’t let his rhythm falter through your orgasm but anymore and he can’t further prolong his orgasm.

“I want everything inside. Cum inside me, Jimin!” You screaming his name eventually pushed him to cum inside you. As he paints your walls white, he pushed inside you even further. He slumps his body close to you as you hear his lips moaning your name beside your ear. Both of you moaning and reveling in each other’s touch.

He pulled out after making sure that he let out every drop inside. The sight of you dripping of his essence made him groan. He quickly stood off your bed to get you a glass of water. He hands you the glass of water from your side table. You took a quick sip and felt Jimin heading below you, wiping his cum dripping out your pussy with a tissue. You let your other hand to crawl down your pussy and inserted it, scooping out any cum that was left. Jimin froze at the lewd sight of you inserting two fingers inside your pussy while busy sipping from your glass of water. You let his cum accumulate before pulling your fingers to your mouth, swallowing his cum. He swallowed at how hot you are right now, drinking his cum and tasting yourself. You giggle under your fingers, seeing that teasing him worked.

“Such a naughty girl.” He smirked and it made you laugh. He laughs at you as well. He took your blanket and covered both of you, cuddling under it.

“Are you going to tell me now why you’re here?” you pulled him closer to you as you wiggled your head across his chest. He laughs at how quickly you turned this adorable after witnessing what a storm of a seductress you were a while ago.

“I’m going to live with you now starting from today.” You froze and quickly sat properly beside him, pushing yourself away from his chest. He takes in your confused look before further explaining. “I did tell you at the airport that I won’t be long. I arranged everything and now, I’ll be working in the same city as you. We’ll be in the same time zone now.” He rubs his hand across your cheek.

“You did...what… for me?” Your tears now starting to pool around your eyes and fall. He takes in each drop in his hand and rubs it off. “I love you.” You sob quietly as you rub your cheeks back onto his hand.

“I know. I love you too.” He pulls you closer. “We’ll reach for our dreams together without ever being apart.” He slowly takes your lips once more. Your love for Jimin felt stronger. You never felt happier to have him finally beside you.

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ga-yuu · 3 years ago

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~Morinaga~Romantic END~

Chapter 26

----------Part 1---------

Six months later-----

(Okay, with that, today's schedule for a house call is over.)

My full-time pharmacist work had recently been extended to the whole town.

While I was on my way to Morinaga-san's house----

Traveling merchant: "Come on! What's that guy's name again? The legendary guy, who carried a sacred sword to defeat Taira no Masakado.....Ah! Adachi Morinaga! Yeah, him."

Yoshino(blushing): "Ah....."

(The story about the mighty and the fearless warrior is still popular even now.)

Morinaga-san's exploits on the battlefield, censoring out the parts that no one should know, nowadays, is passed down throughout the town as a military memorial story.

(I'm sure that people will not believe what actually happened that night, even if it was real.)

Town girl 1: "Morinaga-sama is becoming more and more popular...how cool!!!"

Town girl 2: "But what's the use? He won't agree to go out with us, anyway."

Town girl 3: "I heard he's got a girlfriend. I've heard some of my friends talking about that 'secret girl."

(That secret girl is....me.)

Feeling a little happy, I started to walk in high spirits when-----

???: "Yoshino. Yoshino..."

(Hm? I recognize that voice...)

I stopped in my tracks when I heard a soft voice calling my name.

A tall figure, wearing a hat, was hiding in the shadows of a building. He slightly raised his hat to show his face.

Morinaga: "What a coincidence."

Yoshino: "Morinaga-san!? Why are you here?"

I reply back in a hushed voice.

Morinaga: "I came to the town for some business, but it's slightly embarrassing to hear my heroic story everywhere I go. I was trying to sneak my way out and then I saw you."

(I see....)

As we finished talking, we both tried to leave quickly, but----

Town girl 1: "Huh!? Isn't that Morinaga-sama?"

Morinaga: "....!"

(We have been caught!)

The people started crowding around Morinaga-san in a matter of seconds.

Town girl 2: "Aww...I finally get to touch him!"

(Umm......excuse me?)

Town girl 1: "You're right They say that if you touch him, you will receive a gift of good fortune!"

Town girl 3: "I heard that too! His luck when gambling is on the upswing..."

(I don't mind about the 'good fortune' part...but not the 'touching' part.)

Kid 1: "Me, me. I wanna touch Morinaga-sama, so I can be strong like him."

Kid 2: "I want to be handsome as him!"

(Who are you going to hit on at this age? Kid.)

Morinaga: "Hmmm...."

Morinaga-san slowly nods his head while the people of the town gathered, throwing their requests one by one.

Morinaga: "Sorry everyone. Today I'm busy spending a quiet day with my precious girl."

Townspeople: "......!"

(He....He just called me precious.)

Morinaga-san turns to me, leaving me with no time to bask in the afterglow of his sweet words,

Morinaga: "Sooooo, Yoshino."

(Hm? Now, why are you smiling like that? What are you up to now?)

Yoshino: "Eh? Ah...."

He quickly pulls my arms and picked me up easily.

Townspeople: "Kyaaaa!!!"

The town girls screamed at the sight.

(Woah! What's going on!?)

Yoshino(blushing): "Umm, Morinaga-san?"

I asked despite I was frozen by the fact that we're getting a lot of attention.

Morinaga: "Don't worry. We're just going to run away, okay?"

---------Part 2---------

Morinaga: "Don't worry. We're just going to run away, okay?"

(Ohh...?)

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1. Okay...

2. Am I not heavy?(+4/+4)

3. Maybe we shouldn't.

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Yoshino: "I think you should put me down. Am I not heavy?"

Morinaga: "You're funny to care about even the smallest things..."

(Phew...)

Morinaga: "You don't have to worry, you're light as a feather."

(This has gone off in a strange direction....)

Morinaga-san turns back to look at the people again.

Morinaga: "You all seem to think that, if you touch me, it will be good luck. In fact, there is one more thing I'm really good at."

Townspeople: "One more thing?"

Morinaga: "Yup."

Town girl 1: "What is that...?"

(I wanna know too....?)

Morinaga: "That is..."

Everyone gulped eagerly waiting for Morinaga-san's reply.

Morinaga: "-----That I can run faster than anyone here."

(Yikes!!)

As and when he completed his sentence, Morinaga-san started running quickly while holding me.

Townspeople: "Catch him!!"

Morinaga: "Thirty-six versus one, so what are the odds of winning?"

(My body is shaking!!)

I hurriedly clung to Morinaga-san's neck.

Morinaga: "Good girl, keep holding onto me like that."

Just then, the cart in front of us tripped over a ditch in the road...

The logs that had been piled up fell and rolled towards us.

Yoshino: "Oh God!"

Morinaga: "All is well."

Morinaga-san dodged the log like a beast predicting it beforehand.

(That was cool!)

The owner of the cart shouted in panic.

Merchant: "Sorry!!"

Morinaga: "I'm fine. Be careful."

Merchant: "Oh! It's you."

Morinaga: "I'm Adachi Morinaga. Please don't come after me."

We vanished like the wind before he could even pronounce his name.

The people who were supposed to be following us were blocked by logs and carts and thus could not follow us.

After that, we kept dodging the people we meet and finally----

Morinaga: "Phew, another lucky day."

Yoshino: "That was a mess."

Morinaga-san finally came to a halt when he reached a deserted area.

Morinaga: "Yeah? Wasn't that fun?"

Yoshino: ".....I admit that I enjoyed the log part."

Morinaga: "I know! That was crazy for me, too."

It's strange how trivial things like that become so important when I look at your sparkling smile.

Yoshino(blushing): "But it was pretty embarrassing too."

Morinaga: "I felt the same too. But, also, I really wanted to run away with you."

(Eh....)

Morinaga: "Forgive me."

As he held me, he stroked my head and my body flushed from just that touch.

Yoshino(blushing): ".....Umm...Morinaga-san...will you....put me down?"

Morinaga: "As you wish."

As and when I was relieved by that answer...

(n.....)

He hugged me tightly and instantly stole my lips.

Yoshino: ".......Mmm.."

A very sweet moan escaped from my lips as my feet were slowly lowered to the ground.

Morinaga: "Your hair is all messy from the wind."

He casually brushes my hair like he always does, but somehow I was the one being more restless of his touch.

Yoshino(blushing): "Enough..."

Morinaga: "Haha...you're so cute that I don't even wanna miss the slightest opportunity to spoil you."

--------Part 3--------

Morinaga: "Haha...you're so cute that I don't even wanna miss the slightest opportunity to spoil you."

Yoshino: ".....You're so evil."

Morinaga: "You're right. I'm glad you understand me."

I thought Morinaga-san's eyes were serious only at such times, and I thought he was sly to the core.

.....................

The evening that day----

Yoritomo: "I heard you eloped with Yoshino, today."

(The news is spreading so fast!)

Yoritomo-sama summoned Morinaga-san and me for official reasons.

Morinaga: "That's quite a story, right?"

Yoritomo: "I know you will still show off Yoshino and make flashy moves on her even if circumstances like that don't happen? I know what kind of a man you are."

Morinaga: "Thanks to that awful trick of Kagetoki, my popularity increased. Now it's hard to even walk around town."

Yoritomo: "Why are you blaming him? You were already very popular from the very beginning."

-----That's true. Kagetoki-san did play a part in creating excitement among the townspeople over Morinaga-san.

Yoshino: "Before the disturbing rumors about the Imperial Court spread, it was immediately canceled by Morinaga-san's heroic story. That's what Kagetoki-san said....so, did that work?"

Yoritomo: "Of course. Now Morinaga is the talk of the town."

(I see. But when I think about it, it's a pity that can't have a quiet time in the town with Morinaga-san.)

Yoritomo: "So, Morinaga."

Morinaga: "Yeah."

Yoritomo: "You also deliberately got Yoshino into your mess to show the people, didn't you?"

(Eh?)

Morinaga: "First, what happened today was not something I planned. But, oh well....I can't deny that I made a conscious and flashy move after that."

I looked at Morinaga-san, who wore a confident smile.

Yoshino(blushing): "Come on...why did you do that?"

Morinaga: "Lately, I had a wish that I wanted to walk around the town with you, so I thought that was the right time to make it come true and also make our relationship public."

(Yeah, now it's really embarrassing...!)

Yoritomo: "A matured lively personality on the outside and a possessive child-like on the inside. This is the guy you're dating Yoshino. Be careful."

Even Yoritomo-sama doesn't let go of the chance to tease me.

(So that's why you said that 'I wanted to run away with you', huh?)

..................

After talking to Yoritomo-sama about my work, I came back straight to my room.

(Morinaga-san' said he still has some work left to do, so I'll just make some medicines to pass time...)

I was currently waiting for him in my old room at the Imperial Palace.

Even after I decided to stay at Morinaga-san's house, Yoritomo-sama was kind enough to let me continue to use this room.

Since I am allowed to come and go as I please and sleep whenever I want, I am able to use this room as my workplace.

(Morinaga-san also said that he would be staying here tonight because he has a training session in the morning.)

(I'll also be with him for my work, so let's just sleep early.)

Yasuchika: "Hm? Yoshino-san?"

(Yasuchika-san!)

I saw Yasuhcika-san outside my half-opened sliding door.

Yoshino: "You were here. Why don't you come in?"

Yasuchika: "Oh, thank you."

I opened the tatami mat to sit down and prepared some tea.

Ever since that night, Yasuchika-san has been under the Shogunate's custody.

(This way, it doesn't make me feel any sadness, but...)

Yasuchika: "How are you doing these days? Are you and Mori-san getting along?"

--------Part 4--------

Yasuchika: "How are you doing these days? Are you and Mori-san getting along?"

Yoshino: “Everything is going well....yes.”

Yasuchika: “..........................That’s great!”

(What was that long pause for?)

Feeling a little insecure, I remembered what happened today.

Yoshino: “------Yeah, something like that.”

Yasuchika: “Hmm....Though he’s got an innocent face, he’s surprisingly very possessive.”

Yoshino: “Hm? What now?”

-----I heard him coughing out some words, but it wasn’t clear.

Yasuchika: “No, nothing. So how do you feel about the rumors about you and Mori-san?”

Yoshino: “It’s embarrassing, of course. I’m worried about the weird stares I’m going to be getting starting from tomorrow. But above all that, I’m very happy.”

Yasuchika: “Happy, huh?”

Unlike his usual cheerful tone, this time Yasuchika-san spoke in a more serious voice.

Somehow, it made me easier to speak my mind.

Yoshino: “Morinaga-san is beloved by many people and is also favored by many women. Sometimes, it feels like a dream, when I think a man like that is in love with me. I was a little sad to see him getting more and more popular these days...But, I feel all of that has been blown away today.”

Yasuchika: “.................I think Yoshino-san is the person that everyone likes.”

Yoshino(blushing): “No, no, no. I’m nothing compared to Morinaga-san’s charms.”

Yasuchika: “------Then, if I say, I’m in love with you, will you believe me?”

Yoshino: “Ah....”

I hold my breath when I realized he closed up the distance between us.

Yoshino(blushing): “Yasuchika-san?”

When I looked at him in confusion, Yasuchika-san gently stroked my hair.

I found myself staring at the beautiful purple eyes that had a slightly different light to them.

Yasuchika: “Did you know? How all your emotions show up on your face. And yet you’re not only innocent but also cunning and strong. You’re really fascinating.”

(What are you trying to imply here?)

Yasuchika: “If you go around showing these fascinating qualities of you, I’m sure you’ll attract more men than Mori-san ever attract women. You must think I’m talking nonsense, but just remember what I said.”

I saw his neat face slowly approaching------

Yoshino: “Hm?”

Morinaga(smiling): “------Abe.no.Yasuchika!”

(..........!)

Morinaga-san entered the room and grabbed Yasuchika-san’s shoulder with a refreshing smile.

Morinaga: “Are you done playing?”

Yasuchika: “Wow! You’re smiling but I can see a dark aura surrounding you.”

(I can see it too....)

Morinaga: “I’m troubled by the fact that you’ve been flirting with Yoshino, just when you knew I was on my way here. Yoshino, did he do anything weird?”

Yoshino: “No, not at all.”

Yasuchika: “I just felt sorry for Yoshino, who was worrying about something she didn’t need to worry about.”

Morinaga: “......!”

(Hm?)

Yasuchika: “Since, you know, Mori-san was ‘busy’, I told her that lot of other guys will find Yoshino attractive, and Mori-san is the one going to be having a hard time.”

---------Part 5--------

Yasuchika: “Since, you know, Mori-san was ‘busy’, I told her that lot of other guys will find Yoshino attractive, and Mori-san is the one going to be having a hard time.”

Yoshino: “So that's what you meant.”

Yasuchika: “Yup!”

Morinaga(smiling): “Thanks for the advice, I’ll keep that in mind.”

Yasuchika: “Then I’ll take my leave. Goodnight, both of you.”

After closing the sliding doors, Yasuchika steps into the corridor.

Yasuchika: “Make sure you take care of her, Mori-san. I couldn’t make her happy....so I’m asking you.”

There was no one to see the sorrowful look in Yasuchika’s eyes when he said those words....

...............

After Yasuchika-san left------

We changed into our nightwear and decided to relax before sleeping....

Morinaga: “What did you guys talk about?”

Yoshino: “Well, he was just passing by, so I called him. It was strange, Yasuchika-san was acting a little weird.”

Morinaga: “Are you curious as to why?”

(Hm?)

Suddenly Morinaga-san pulled me towards him.

Morinaga: “As far as I’m concerned, I’m the only one you need to worry about.”

Yoshino: “Huh?.....Mmm...”

He started to forcibly kiss me and his tongue quickly moves in.

Yoshino: ”Hmmm.....ahhh....”

It was much different than the one he gave me in the town, today. It’s more painful now.

I felt his tongue tracing the sensitive areas of my mouth, and I felt myself stop resisting.

(Ahh...no there...)

He quickly supports my hips with one hand and my head naturally looked upward.

Then, our bodies were on top of each other, and our heads kept changing the angle.....

Yoshino: “Ohh....Mori...naga....san....”

Morinaga: “......Mm.”

As he let goes of my lips, I was already out of breath.

Yoshino: “What’s this...so suddenly....?”

Morinaga: “It’s not so suddenly...”

Yoshino: “Eh?”

Morinaga: “I was impatient all this time because I wasn’t able to touch you all day. Still, I tried to be kind by acting all matured, but....thanks to Yasuchika-dono, my male instincts have been ignited.

(Are you maybe, jealous...?)

I was surprised by the sudden intimate gesture, but after finding out that he’s jealous, my heart was jumping with joy.

Yoshino: “But, I’m sure that’s not what Yasuchika-san meant.”

Morinaga: “Might be, but you don’t have to know.”

Morinaga-san softly whispered to me as if it was a secret.

Morinaga: “I never knew love could be so painful. It’s hard to breathe, ....and yet I can’t help but keep kissing you. I can’t keep the act of a big brother anymore....even if I’m like this, will you still be with me?”

Yoshino: “....Of course. I thought I was the only one who was drowning in you for so long. But I’m so happy, you feel the same way.”

(I want to take away all of you and all you suffering.)

(If this is what love is, then I’ve never known love before.)

The mere act of looking at each other and intertwining our gazes makes my heart beat faster.

We kissed each other as a sign of promise.....

fin.

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#ikemen series #ikemen genjiden #ikemen genjiden morinaga #ikemen mc #otome #cybird #cybird otome #cybird ikemen #main story translations

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twstarchives · 4 years ago

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I’m Really Tired of Watching It

Card: Ceremony Robes - SR Characters: Ace, Riddle, Epel, Mirror of Darkness, Vil (mentioned)

Chapter 1

—MIRROR CHAMBER—

Mirror of Darkness: Reveal thy name.

Ace: Ace! Ace Trappola.

Mirror of Darkness: The shape of thy soul is...

Heartslabyul!

Ace: I knew it’d be Heartslabyul. It’s the same dorm my alumni brother was in.

Riddle: Hey! When your sorting is finished, you are to promptly return to your seat.

It’s completely unacceptable for anyone who calls himself a Heartslabyul student to ever be disruptive.

Ace: Roger that, Dorm Leader! I’m taking my seat now!

What’s with him? He’s so short but real scary.

Anyway, I finished my dorm sorting without any issues...

Next we just wait for everyone else to get sorted, and then the entrance ceremony will be done. I can take it easy ♪

(Deuce goes up)

Mirror of Darkness: Heartslabyul!

Ace: Whoa, that serious-looking guy is in the same dorm as me? He looks like the kinda guy I’d never be friends with.

Mirror of Darkness: Scarabia!

Ace: Oh~? Seems about right.

Mirror of Darkness: Savanaclaw!

Ace: ......

Mirror of Darkness: Octavinelle!

Ace: How many more people do we have to watch...?

Mirror of Darkness: Pomefiore!

Riddle: ......

Ace: I’m so bored.

The teachers and dorm leaders have been watching the sorting with the most serious looks on.

I know!

This looks like it’ll be a while, and no one would notice if one or two people slipped out till the sorting finished, right?

I should bring someone that looks kinda weak with me just in case.

That way, if a teacher happens to catch us leaving, we could just say we were looking for the infirmary.

Let’s see who’s close to my spot... Oh! The guy in front of me looks super dainty from behind. He’d be perfect to bring!

Hey, you, other freshman. There’s something I wanna ask you...

Epel: What is it...?

Ace: Whoa?!

Epel: You’re... really loud. We’re in the middle of a ceremony.

Ace: M-My bad, sorry.

That surprised me... I thought he was a girl when he turned around...

Epel: ...Did you say something?

Ace: No, no, nothing! What I wanted to ask you about was... Isn’t it boring how long we have to sit through this sorting?

Epel: Well... Yes.

Ace: So let’s go out for a while till everyone’s done getting sorted.

Epel: Huh? But...

Ace: No one’ll know if we quietly sneak out together.

Hey, please? This boredom is driving me crazy!

Epel: H-Hold on a sec! Don’t just forcibly pull my sleeve...!

Ace: Come on, hurry so they don’t see us!

—OUTSIDE NIGHT RAVEN COLLEGE—

Ace: Alright. We should be good here.

Epel: ...Let go of my hand.

Ace: Hm? ...Oh, sorry, sorry. Uhh...

Epel: My name’s Epel.

Ace: Epel! I’m Ace.

Epel: Ace...-kun.

Ace: Yep. So, what dorm did you get into?

Epel: ...Pomefiore.

Ace: Ahh... The dorm leader there sounds like a lot to handle...

I think I remember him giving a passionate speech about how “beauty is everything” and how important it is to “push yourself hard.”

Epel: Yeah, he seems strict... and really difficult... What about you?

Ace: I got into Heartslabyul! Our dorm leader seems pretty strict too...

Well, my older brother was in Heartslabyul too, so maybe he’ll tell me all the best spots inside the dorm for skipping class?

Epel: ...That’d be nice. Plus, you seem like you fit Heartslabyul.

Ace: Hehe, do I? You give off Pomefiore vibes too. I feel like you’d look great in their dorm uniform.

Epel: ......

Ace: What is it? The dorm leader might be scary, but you never know, it might turn out to actually be pretty nice once you get in.

Hey, since we have the time, why don’t we go to Pomefiore?

Epel: No... It’s okay.

Ace: You sure?

Then how about we walk around here? Let’s explore Night Raven College together!

Chapter 2

—COURTYARD—

Ace: Here’s the courtyard~ This must be the best spot to skip, ‘cause my brother was always recommending it.

Epel: Yeah...

Ace: Oh, there’s a bench under the apple tree! Looks perfect for napping on, huh?

If a teacher came over, you could just pass it off by saying “I have a stomachache and needed to rest a little~”

Epel: ...You could.

Ace: ...I kinda feel like I’ve been the only one really talking so far. Are you bored or something?

Epel: No...

Ace: Are you starting to regret sneaking out of the ceremony?

Epel: No, it’s not that...

Ace: Hey, Epel. These responses aren’t really telling me anything.

Are you always like this? If you wanna say something, just say it.

Epel: ...N-No. It’s nothing.

Ace: Hmm... Oh yeah, Epel, are you sure you’re not actually a girl? To be honest, I was really shocked when I first called out to you.

Epel: Wha...! I-I’m not!

Ace: Oh, that was good right there.

Feels like you finally spoke from your heart.

Epel: ...!

Ace: Although, you really hesitate a lot before you speak. We’re both freshmen; you should be more comfortable talking to me.

I’m sure they’re gonna make us introduce ourselves when we start our classes. Are you still going to be so nervous then?

Epel: It’s not like I choose to talk like this...

Ace: What does that mean? You’re nervous ‘cause it’s our first day of school?

Then you’re absolutely going to be nervous on our first day of classes, when you’re surrounded by people you don’t know.

Alright, here. I’ll show you how to introduce yourself.

My name’s Ace Trappola. I came here all the way from the Rose Kingdom.

My favorite food’s cherry pie. What about you?

Epel: Huh...?

Ace: Come on, fast!

Epel: M-My name is Epel... Epel Felmier. I live in... uh, it’s a secret...

I’m good at carving apples... I think. And I like... m-macarons...

Ace: Oh yeah? Macarons. Seems about right. That’s the kinda vibe I get from your looks.

Epel: ...And also BBQ.

Ace: BBQ?!

Ahaha! Who would’ve thought! You really aren’t all like you seem!

Epel: I-I don’t remember saying anything funny...!

???: Hm...? I think I heard a voice just now...

Epel: Ah!

Ace: Crap, someone’s here! Hide!

Riddle: Ace Trappola! Epel Felmier! Where are you?

Come out if you can hear my voice.

Epel: Is that... Heartslabyul’s dorm leader...?

Ace: Shh! Be quiet...!

Riddle: Honestly... I can’t believe they disappeared from the entrance ceremony. I hope they’re not in trouble or anything.

However...

If they were simply trying to skip the ceremony, they will have to be put on trial.

Epel: T-Trial...?!

Ace: Just stay quiet.

Epel: ......

Riddle: Ace, Epel, where are you? ...I guess they’re not in the courtyard. I’ll go back inside.

Ace: ......

Epel: ......

Ace: Phew, we managed to stay hidden. We’re good now.

Epel: Ahh... I couldn’t breathe...

Ace: Sorry. But it’s better than the dorm leader finding us, right?

Epel: You’ve been really pushy this whole time, Ace-kun.

Ace: Don’t say that! You should be happy we got to see the campus before all the other freshmen!

Alright, we should get back before that demon dorm leader catches us.

I hope the sorting’s almost done~ I’m really tired of watching it.

Epel: It’s true there are about.... 200 freshmen... I think.

Ace: Egh, so many!! So that’s why it takes forever.

So how many students is that per dorm...?

Epel: ...Uh, there are seven dorms, so around 30...?

Ace: Wow... I barely managed to get through that boring entrance ceremony...

But next we’re going to have to line up in groups of 30, and walk over together to our dorms... Man, it’s a hassle.

Epel: You seem like the type that doesn’t like moving with groups, Ace-kun.

Ace: I mean, you do too.

Epel: ...Yes. A little bit.

Ace: Hehe. Well, let’s get going. Our dorm leaders might be scary, but let’s have fun this school year!

Nice to meet you, Epel!

#ace trappola #personal story #ceremony robes

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killiansprincss · 4 years ago

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We Found Wonderland

Summary: Trapped in the past after the S3 finale, Killian and Emma are forced to fade into the background as a newly married couple in a village while Rumplestilskin works on the portal to send them back to the future. (No Marian) What challenges will they face, after all it’s only pretending to be married after all right? Inspired by Taylor Swift ‘Wonderland’

Due to tumblr word limit I’ve had to post this in 2 parts, find part 1 here

Also on AO3

“It was so lovely to meet you Emma, I love that I finally get to see the woman who keeps Killian on his toes. I hope we can do this again sometime.” Cassian says.

“Good luck with your child, I can see he or she will be brought into a loving house.” Emma tells them as they leave, not even looking in Killians direction.

____

“What the fuck was that all about back there?” Emma practically screams as they enter their home.

“What do you mean love?” Killian asks dumbfounded,

“Don’t play dumb with me Hook. The proposal story.” She uses his moniker, she’s angry with him, she’s pissed off.

“Touching didn’t you think? Really brought a tear to their eyes.” He smirks, he knows he’s winding her up but he doesn’t care.

“You want to know what I think? I think someone’s getting a little too comfortable in this life, you know pretending to be married and all. I think someone is forgetting. We are not actually married! We are not from here, we do not belong here. You’re in love with me but I’m sorry, I don’t feel the same.”

“You want the truth Swan?” Killian said through gritted teeth. “Fine. Yes I am getting comfortable with this life, for once you’re not always yelling at me when I’m trying to help. I won't lie and say I don’t enjoy you flirting with me for once instead of it always being me. And I don’t believe for a second my feelings for you are one sided.”

“What the hell does that mean?” Emma asks, the anger building up inside her.

Killian scoffs. “You know what I mean. When we were getting your parents together, at the ball. You looked at me different that night, like you were seeing a new side to me. You could’ve said something when we danced together over and over, but you didn’t. You got closer and closer to me over those 2 days, and when I rescued you from that blasted prison you acted like we were lovers and they didn’t question it. Ever since we found out we were stuck you’ve only been flirting with me more and more.”

“Because we are technically married. And it’s not flirting. It’s-“ Emma begins.

Killian moves closer, closing the gap between the two. She can practically feel his heartbeat as he looks into her eyes, “it’s what? Because I think you’re trying to ignore that gut feeling that you feel something for me. You don’t want to admit how you truly feel. What I feel. I’m not an idiot, you kissed me back in Neverland for a reason, and you felt something as I did. Bloody hell, I gave up everything for you Emma, I traded my ship to Blackbeard to get a magic bean to find you in New York even though you had no idea who I was. I-I” he couldn’t quite finish his sentence.

“You did what? Your ship?” Emma’s tone suddenly changes, “as in the Jolly Roger?”

Killian nods. “Aye. It was the only thing worth a magic bean.”

“You traded your ship for me?” She asks, still in shock. Nobody had done that for her before, he literally gave up his home for her. Everything he had. And she was a bitch to him.

Killian just nods. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t think it important.”

His ship. His home. Killian traded his home to find Emma. She had no idea who he was, he didn’t know if the memory potion would even work, but he did it anyway. He came and found her, brought her home.

Instead of saying anything Emma takes another step towards Killian closing the already small gap between them and captures his lips with hers.

They both didn’t know how much they had been longing for this, it was similar to their first kiss back in the Neverland jungle, hot and fiery. It’s filled with passion and wanting. Killian breaks the kiss for just a second to move positions and when his lips are back on Emma’s small moans escape. For in this moment, in this kiss, nothing else mattered. They forgot about their argument, about the angry screams and cusses from before. All that mattered was each other and that they were together now.

Emma wraps her legs around a Killians waist as he leads them over to the bed. Suddenly only having one bed and having to share didn't seem like such a problem.

The moans escaping from each other’s lips were getting more frequent and louder with each kiss. These enchanted forest clothes were a lot harder to remove than modern ones, but Killian was happy to oblige the removal of the dress.

“God's you’re beautiful.” Killain says taking in the sight of the almost naked Emma.

“Just shut up and kiss me.” Emma tells him. She wants him, she needs him.

Killian happily obliges, kissing her lips and her cheek and her neck leaving marks that will need covering up tomorrow. He sucks on her neck and leaves hot kisses down from her neck down her body, paying close attention to her breasts and then her stomach and inner thighs causing her back to arch and more moans start to escape.

“Killian I need you please.” Emma pleads, she wanted him.

“You’re sure?”

“Yes please. Please.”

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

After that night of pleasure, they never had to argue over the bed or awkwardly untangle themselves in the mornings. The next few months are spent exploring each other’s bodies every night, and finding out new things about each other every day.

Their relationship took a turn from pretending to be real and pretending to be in love, to not being so pretend anymore. They fell into the routine of a happily married couple.

There was also something else magical about that night. It seemed Emma’s magic had returned. Sparks flew that night in one way or another. It was electrifying.

___

“Hmm something smells good.” Emma says as she walks through the door after another horrible day at work.

Killian comes out from around the corner and presses a kiss to her lips.”I’m glad you’re home. I made you a surprise for dinner.”

“You know I hate surprises.” She whines

Killian chuckles, “I promise you are going to love this surprise.”

Emma sits down at the table as Killian puts a blindfold on his ‘wife’. “Whatever this is it smells good.”

Killian removes the blindfold as he pieces the plate of food in front of her,

“Is this?” Emma asks as she sees what seems to be a grilled cheese in front of her.

“My attempt at an Enchanted Forest Grilled Cheese. I went to the market and got the finest bread and the best cheese imported from Agrabah. I then made it into a sandwich and heated it up. I couldn’t figure out how to make the onion rings, which you so enjoy too, but this is the best I could do.”

“You did this for me?” Emma is shocked that he did this for her, he didn’t have to, but he did.

“I know you’re missing home, I can’t go to Granny herself and ask her to make you one, but this is the next best thing.” Killian gives her a smile. It wasn’t to get points or anything, he did it because he was really enjoying their time together but she was always talking about Stortybrooke, so he thought he’d bring a little bit of it to their home.

“Oh.My. God. This is incredible.”she says as she takes a bite “I love you.”

Realising what she just said, they’re both taken aback.

“Slip of though don’t worry I’ll pretend you didn’t say it.” He says awkwardly scratching behind his ear, a sad tone in his voice.

“No. No, I meant it. Sure it was a slip of the tongue but I don’t regret saying it. Killian, I love you.” She finally admits. “I didn’t admit how I was feeling for the longest time, but you stayed with me and helped me through it all. You didn’t have to come find me in New York but you did, you didn’t have to help me make sure my parents met but you did. You even became my fake husband so that we can slip through the cracks until we can go home.”

Her walls were slowly coming down each day she spent with Killian. He wasn’t running away, and Emma didn’t want to run when it all became real either. And for each wall he crashed through, she didn’t feel the need to build another.

“Gods I’m so pleased to hear you say that Swan.” Killian grabs her by the waist and spins her around, releasing laughter from Emma. “I love you too Emma. So much.”

_____

So we went on our way

Too in love to think straight

All alone, or so it seemed

But there were strangers watching

And whispers turned to talking

And talking turned to screams

Emma and Killian had been in the Enchanted Forest for around 10 months, hopefully Rumplestilskin would keep his word and have the portal so that they could go back to their world in 2 months time.

10 months in the Enchanted Forest, and Emma was still not used to the clothes or the food. Cassian and Maeve had invited them round a few more times, and this time they didn't need to lie about their relationship or their feelings as much anymore. The two of them had welcomed a baby girl, and Maeve had returned to work at the tavern, so at least Emma was no longer alone in battling off the creepy men.

Although, Emma couldn’t completely control her magic so there were times it spiraled out of control and she had hoped nobody would notice it was her. There was one time she was pouring drinks, it was a really busy shift, and she accidentally made the barrels explode and beer went everywhere. It took a lot of effort not to laugh at the beer that practically drenched the guy that had been trying to touch her up all shift.

“This happens all the time, don’t worry about it.” Maeve tells Emma as she grabs a rag to start cleaning up.

Phew. She got away with it. For now.

Except it kept happening.

Emma didn’t know why or what was happening, but her magic was uncontrollable.

“It’s happening again, I don’t know what to do.” She confides in Killian. She knows he will want to help, and not just because it will keep their secret safe.

Killian trusts her, he knows her magic is never intended to harm anybody. “Why does it keep happening at work, you don’t seem to have outbursts at home.”

“I feel safe at home.” Emma admits. “When I’m with you, I feel safe, I can pretend it’s just us and the rest of the world doesn’t exist. When I’m at work I get nervous because you’re not there and I have to do it all alone, keep up appearances. You’re so much better at it than I am.”

“I have something for you then.” Killian says as he pulls a chain from around his neck, with a cool silver ring attached.

“Wow, wow wow.” Emma’s heart suddenly starts to race, she loved Killian, but if this ring was his way of proposing they were moving way too quickly.

“Calm down Swan, I’m not proposing.” He realises he should have led with that before pulling out a ring. “You know I’m a survivor, and this ring is why. It belonged to my brother, a better man than I am. It’s kept me safe all these years, and now it’s going to keep you safe. At the very least it’s a reminder that you’ve got a smouldering piercing eyed pirate at home who loves you.”

She kisses him and smiles. Her smile is so bright, nobody has ever cared or loved her the way Killian does, and it’s kind of scary, but Killian hasn’t left her, he stuck by her and she’s slowly realising that being in love, especially with Killian, is nothing to be afraid of. “I love you too.”

Now when she was at work and felt her magic or became overwhelmed, she would hold the ring on the chain, and breathe. She would think of Killian and how they would be going home soon.

______

For the first couple weeks after clinging to the ring, Emma was fine. Her magic did become slightly overwhelming but she took the ring and held it for a few seconds, thought of Killain, and she was fine.

But then their story started getting poked at.

“Where did you say you came from again?” A girl at work would ask.

“Crestbourne, just north of here.” Emma says, hoping the subject will change soon.

“Crestborune? Isn’t that South?”

Emma plays dumb, “Right, I meant South. Sorry my head is spinning today, too much rum after work last night,”

Killian experienced the same thing.

“You say you were in the Royal Navy Jones?” Someone at work would ask.

“Aye, me and my brother. Under King Elijah.”

“Only because I have a friend currently in King Elijah’s army, and he hadn’t heard of a Jones in that army for over a hundred years.”

Killian didn’t know what to say, he didn’t expect to be caught out like this. So he just laughs and says, “Well I guess I didn’t make much of an impact if nobody remembers me.” It’s the best he can do.

That night at home, Emma and Killian discuss their situation.

“What do we do? Go back to Rumple? Work for him for the next 2 months?” Emma suggests, despite the fact that she doesn’t want to do this, maybe they had no choice.

“No. Absolutely not. I still don’t trust the Crocodile. If we go to him now before the Portals is ready- who knows what he’ll do with us?” Killian had every right to be afraid, especially as this Rumpelstiltskin was not the Mr. Gold they could threaten in Storybrooke.

Emma was worried, how much longer could this go on? “Then what do you plan we do?”

Killian takes Emma’s hand and pulls her in for a kiss. “We’ve come this far together. As long as we stick together, we can wager any more storms that come our way.”

Emma can’t help but smile at his sea analogies. But he was right, they had survived ten months together without any complications, they just needed to survive 2 more. As long as they were together, they could do this.

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The next day Emma heads to work with Maeve, they both have an afternoon shift and she appreciated the company. Poor Maeve is working 3 days at the tavern and 4 days at the market. She and Cassian can barely afford clothes for their baby girl who is growing every day. Emma wishes she could tell her that it gets better, and that soon she hopefully wouldn’t have these problems. She’s pretty sure all jobs in Storybrooke pay a decent living wage.

“What’s happening up there?” Emma asks Maeve as they see a crowd start to form outside the tavern.

“I’m not sure.” Maeve looks equally as confused as they approach the growing crowd.

“WITCHES! BURN THE WITCHES!” They hear.

Oh no. No. This was not good.

This wasn’t like Storybrooke, people didn’t always accept magic here. And if they found out about Emma, who knows what they would do to her.

“I know there’s a witch here. Strange things have been happening, I know magic when I see it.” A man with a pitchfork says. Emma recognises him as a regular. A regular who likes to touch the girls that work there.

Emma’s heart is suddenly racing. Last night she made the barrels explode again. She tried to think of Killian and his ring, but she heard the name ‘Henry’ and her emotions, and therefore her magic was spiralling. The lights flickered before they cut out immediately and goblets started to shatter-despite being made of a heavy duty material.

Maeve looks at Emma, “Go. Go now before they find you.

Emma gives her a confused look, “what do you mean?”

In a quiet voice, she tells her, “I know you have magic. I see it, but you can’t control it. You would never use it to hurt anybody, but they don’t know that. Go now, escape while you still can.”

Emma gives Maeve a hug, “Thank you.”

“I know you don’t belong here. So I hope you can get back to wherever it is.” Maeve whispers.

Emma nods, Maeve was smart. “Things will get better. I promise.” Before she runs away back to their home.

Bursting through the door, she sees Killian taking a nap, he’d been working a lot more shifts lately, in his attempt to slip through the cracks.

“Killian! Wake up! Killain! We need to get out of here. They know. We need to find Rumple. I don’t care that it's only been 10 months. I need to be safe. I can’t do this anymore.” She’s rambling, Killian can’t understand what she’s saying.

“Swan calm down. What’s going on?” Killian asks, in his half sleep state.

Emma takes a deep breath and explains the Witch Hunt going on outside the tavern and how Maeve knows she has magic, and has given her a head start.

“THE WITCH LIVES HERE! I'VE SEEN IT!”

Suddenly there’s a pounding on their door. Emma and Killian look at one another. “Swan if you have a way of getting us out by magic, do it now.”

The door breaks down and there’s a crowd of angry villagers with pitchforks and spires, “There’s the witch, I’ve seen sparks and white fog coming from their house time and time again. She’s practising magic.”

“Killian I can’t control it, I don’t know how to get us out.” Emma whispers, panic setting in, her fists are glowing, letting the angry villagers know they’re right about their assumptions.

“Swan. Look at me.” Killian says, using his one hand to turn Emma’s face to his.”Your magic is inside of you. I understand you can’t control it, but I’ve seen you do it before. You can do this, I believe in you.”

Emma takes Killians hand in hers and thinks hard about what she wants. She wants to get home to their family. Killian has been by her side through it all, he’s been her rock, she thinks of his ring and how much she loves him. She feels her power, and focuses on escaping.

Her fists glow brighter, and a second later they disappear in a puff of white smoke, and appear into the great hall of Rumple's Castle.

Emma opens her eyes to see the results of her first time really using her magic.

“You did it Swan!” Killian wraps his arms around her. “You’re bloody brilliant you know that!”

Emma breathes a sigh of relief as she hugs Killian. She did it, she actually did it.

“You wield in magic. I’m impressed.” Rumples' voice tears them from each other’s thoughts about what just happened.

“The villagers found out about us lying. And we were at the centre of a witch hunt. Is there any way the portal can be ready early?” Emma is practically begging, which she never thought she would. This Rumple was far less likely to help them than Gold.

The Dark One just laughs. “Oh I haven’t been working on the portal.”

“Please tell me this is a joke.” Killian half laughs, hoping it wasn’t true.

Rumple raises his eyebrows, “I don’t joke. I’ve been working on a memory potion for myself. I already know too much about the future, can’t know anymore.”

Pressing her lips together to stop her from wringing her hands around his neck, Emma simply asks, “so how do we get home?”

“With this.” He says as a wand poofs into his hand.

“I don’t understand.”

Rumple rolls his eyes at Emma. “You have proven yourself powerful enough these past few months, you are the only one who can replicate the spell that brought you here.”

“So you’re telling me, these past 10 months have been a test? That we didn’t need to make up a fake life and live here?” Killian asks, anger building up.

Rumple laughs. “Of course it was a test! You needed to prove you were powerful enough. And like I said, there was no use for you in my Castle, I already had help.” Emma notices the Castle isn’t as clean as it was 10 months ago, assuming Belle had been captured by Regina by now.

“I’m gonna kill him when we get home.” Emma whispers to herself.

/\/\/\/\

Rumple poofs them into the basement, or the dungeon of his Castle, filled with what was most likely the most dangerous magic and weapons.

The glamour Rumple had put them on had vanished, and they were back in their other clothes, Emma’s leather jacket, her armour was back on and she felt somewhat safe. The wand felt heavy in her hand, it was powerful magic, also likely dark magic if it were able to replicate any spell or curse.

“How do I do this?” She asks Killian.

“You’re the magic one Swan not me.” His tone was cold, what was up with him?

“Are you okay?”

“Fine. Just eager to get home.” He says looking around at the magical objects

Emma lowers the wand and turns to face Killian. “What’s wrong with you?

Avoiding her gaze, he simply says. “Everything changes when we’re home.”

Emma furrows her brow, “What’s changing?” She grabs his hand and forces him to look at her. “Killian, what is going to change?”

“Us, Everything. Your feelings for me. It was nice while it lasted.”

“You think I’m going to leave you when we get back home?” She asks, slightly hurt that he would even think that.

“I’m a Pirate Swan. You think your family of royals and heroes are going to accept me?” Killian was afraid of going home, it wouldn’t just be him and Emma anymore.

“Killian, I love you. And that’s not going away when we get home. I don’t care what my parents think, you have stayed with me all this time. You have a mark in the hero column.” She kisses him, letting him know that while things will be different, things aren’t going to change between them.

As she kisses him, the wand In her hand begins to glow white. Holding Killians hand tight, she raises the wand in the air and thinks of home, and her family.

“You did it Swan.” Killian says, pressing a kiss to the side of her head, looking at the golden shimmering portal which had opened.

“Let’s go home.” She says as she places the wand on the table and grabs Killians hand as they jump into the Portal.

/\/\/\/\

They come through the Portal with a bump. Storybrooke. They’re home.

“We did it! We’re home!” Emma can feel tears coming from her eyes, she didn’t know when she would see home again.

“You did it Swan. You’re bloody amazing.” Killain says picking her up and spinning her around, the same way as when Emma told him she loved him.

“Let’s go. Let’s go find our family.” Killian could almost cry at the way Emma said ‘our’, they may not be married anymore, but she still loved him and they were in this together. Whatever they face next, they face it together.

And so they walk hand in hand to Granny’s to find everyone.

In Storybrooke, only a matter of days had passed, thankfully they hadn’t missed almost a year. But she did miss the official name ceremony of her baby brother, Prince Leo, named after Snow's father.

“So you’re Princess Leia?” Snow asks, as they flick through Henry’s book to find Emma and Killians adventure now in it.

Henry chuckles, “Nice alias Mom!”

“I guess that means you’re finally one of us. A fairytale princess at last.” David says as he muses the picture of Emma and Hook dancing together at the ball.

“So what happened after that? You were there almost a year? What was it like? Did you slay a dragon, or get caught in the ogre war?” Henry asks, wanting to know all about her Enchanted Forest adventure.

Emma rolls her eyes, “Sorry Kid, no dragon slaying or ogres. Gold, or uh Rumple. He wanted to test us, test my magic. So we had to pretend to be a married couple living in a small village out of sight, and I had to work in a tavern for 10 months until my magic returned and I was the focus of a witch hunt.”

“Witch Hunt?”

“Married to Hook?”

Her parents clearly had different reactions to her story.

Emma just laughs, “It was a scary experience all right. But I couldn’t have gotten through it without my ‘husband’. It wasn’t so bad, but I’m so happy to be back at Granny’s, I missed her onion rings.” And she gives Hook a knowing look that causes them both to smile at the memory.

“Wait-are you two?” Henry asks realising the looks and smiles his mother was sharing with Hook.

Emma doesn’t quite know how to react, she wasn’t ashamed, but her family didn't know Killian like she did.

“I’m happy for you Emma. Really.” Snow says, holding out her hands to both Emma and Hook.

“I guess the Pirate isn’t so bad, as long as you don’t hurt her I’m happy.” David fights the urge to say something worse, but in all honesty he was happy for Emma.

“Does this mean Hook can teach me how to sword fight?” Henry asks his grandparents with a grin on his face making Emma smile.

Her family was reunited. She wasn’t alone anymore. She had a family who loved her and wouldn’t leave her. It may have taken time, and a curse, but it was worth it. Henry didn’t bring her to Storybrooke to break some curse, he was bringing her home.

#Captain Swan #cs ff #captain swan fanfic #emma swan #killian jones #my writing

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due4amiracle · 4 years ago

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Day 150

Yesterday’s list:

Read, just read, relax, breath, recenter, and learn to exist again. Also Manhwa

Hm, easy enough. How’d that go?

Well, was asleep until...4pm or so? Didn’t properly get up until 5pm. So. Yea...

i distinctly remember having a dream, i opened my eyes in bed, it was dark, Sir was laying on his stomach, with the phone, playing some sort of connect-the-dots thing. But...it was a sphere, in a 3d space kind of thing, and to connect the dots you had to do weird algebraic concoctions of math...puzzles. And you had to somehow get two that had the same answer, though the math formula to get it was completely different (i.e. 1+1=2 and 5-3=2, that kind of thing) i have no idea how you connected those dots to other dots...but...oh gods it was complicated and dream me was just like “fuck this” and rolled over and went back to sleep. It was so odd so strange, but hey, dream Sir was enjoying himself. So. There’s that.

Anyways.

It was a lovely night of sleep, i truly enjoyed it. Woke up feel quite well. Didn’t do much in the way of using that lovely energy - but hey, just knowing it’s possible still makes one feel good.

What did i do today? Well, i read. i read a lot.

White Blood - Damn i love this one so much, Hayan is such a badass ugh, so good.

The Monster Duchess and Contract Princess - Leslie is BEST GIRL FOREVER

The Twin Siblings’ New Life - FUCK YES Riolu goddamn, good fuckin' job!

The Villainess Reverses the Hourglass - Oh Aria sweetheart, you really /are/ a Villainess aren't you? Love it~

Solo Leveling - DAD? FINALLY FINALLY we're back to talking about Dad hotdamn. Phew. However - you lookin’ a bit, uh, Dark there, dear Jinwoo...

The Reason Why Raeliana Ended Up at the Duke's Mansion - These sides stories have been so cute uwu~

Shadow Queen - i'm tipping back and forth on dropping this one, i'm not enjoying it as much as i was in the beginning. But, maybe another chapter or two to see where it goes...

Finished The Emperor's Wolves today - yay~ So happy. Though, now i’m left pining for the next Elantra book. *weep* Moving on to Magic & Murder by Annabel Chase, Starry Hollow Witches. We'll see where this goes. It's currently a 14 book series, and if i like it, i might read it all. Heh. We'll see!

Bread almost happened. Bread did not happen, but that's ok. There is always tomorrow for Bread. Dishes needed washed instead.

Food: A+!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ooooooo potato soup yum so SO good! Liquid: A One supposes, only been up for so long, but doing well enough. Pain: B Achy hands, as per usual. Arthritis is a bitch and a half. Had bubble guts, not good growly guts. Bleh. #JustIBSNonsense Brain: B A little ADHD focus problems, but, not too bad.

We’ve decided to just stay up the whole long way ‘round, maybe nap, so it’ll be interesting to see what tomorrow’s post is!

Ever Onwards and Upwards!

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itshardcandy · 4 years ago

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Strawberry Flavor - Part 1

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader, Min Yoongi x Reader, Park Jimin x Reader

8789 Words

Genre: Fluff, Idiots Friends to lovers, crack

Warnings: None except some super light swearing, an unhealthy obsession for Jimin’s cakes ( I think i might have a problem idk ) and some light flirting ( I tried to create some mild tension at the end... not sure I did it right )

Summary: What’s a girl to do when her handsome colleague, her sweet business partner and her mysterious, piano playing friend compete for 1st place on the list of her favourite people?

Heavily inspired by the “Another Story” individual stories in the BTS World game but with a twist. The final pairing isn’t fully decided, yet, so if you have some input or some suggestions or just a burning desire for me to twist the story into a certain direction please let me know and maybe we can work something out ;)

IPlease don’t hesitate to give feedback and like & reblog if you enjoyed <3

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“Strawberry Flavor! Strawberry Flavor, where are you?”

Hotel-service intern Kim Seokjin rushed into the kitchen of the hotel restaurant to find you, his colleague and only friend in this hell of an establishment,

“Yah, Strawberry Flavor! This is important, where are you?”

He knew the kitchen area would be empty at this time, save for you. Most of your colleagues had already clocked out for the night but you usually stayed longer to wait for Seokjin to finish his shift as well. Which is why he busted through the doors of the locker room, guns blazing, to find you already waiting for him and packing your things,

“Ah, there you are! Didn’t you hear me?”

Accusingly, he thrust his hands in your direction, which were full of laundry items. You turned around, wide-eyed and flabbergasted at Seokjin’s dramatic entrance in the break room,

“Kim Seokjin, I swear on all that’s holy in this world, one of these days I will bash your head in with a frying pan, if you yell at me like that again!”

You pointed at his smug face and tried to look like you actually meant it,

“I could have been changing in here, you punk! Don’t you have any manners? Jeez, you give a guy leftover chicken and suddenly he thinks he owns the place…”,

Jin took a moment to process your words before he smiled at you and rolled his eyes,

“Ah, Strawberry Flavor, I’m sorry, I’m just so excited! You said there’s more leftover chicken again today, what am I supposed to do? Stay calm?”

You didn’t actually mean anything you said, of course, you adored your tall, handsome and broad-shouldered colleague and were glad that you had become friends. Or so he liked to think, at least,

“Yes! That is absolutely what you are supposed to do!”

You tried to answer without a smile creeping on your face but seeing Jin just did that to people. He was handsome, sure, but his face, when he got a little worked up over something, was one the funniest things known to mankind,

“You know I can’t be held responsible for my actions when chicken is involved…”

He dropped his gaze and kicked at imaginary dirt on the ground. You took a deep breath and remembered that Seokjin was essentially an overgrown child with an even more overgrown appetite,

“I saved it for you, no one’s going to steal it”

You said and Jin huffed, pouting at you,

“Ok…”

You noticed the laundry in his hands just now,

“Did Areum give you more laundry, again?”

You asked as you pointed at the various blankets and stuffed animals he was carrying,

“She said she wants them dry cleaned by tomorrow morning. How am I supposed to do that? Everyone already left…”

He explained and you sighed. That girl knew how to keep him on his toes,

“Well, you just have to come in early tomorrow and beg the guys from laundry to run an express load”

You checked the contents of your purse, before turning back to Seokjin again,

“Hm, you’re right. I should drop this in the laundry bins, right? Be right back!”

He mumbled and turned on his heels to leave,

“Can you heat the chicken up for me, please? Thank you”

You heard him say as the doors closed behind him. You shook your head and let out a long breath,

“This guy really has no shame”

You said to yourself as you grabbed your things and went to work on the chicken for Jin, so you both could finally leave, as soon as he got back.

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As you walked along the beach promenade, a Tupperware in hand containing Jin’s chicken, you listened to him munch on a piece of it while he tried to recount all events of the day to you. Apparently, the lady, who had been staying in 306 for the last week, wasn’t as sweet as you thought. Jin told you about this morning, when he went to bring her breakfast to her room and she pinched his butt while he was on the way out. His eyes almost bulged out of his head, he was so invested in his own story,

“And then she said the bacon looks good this morning! The bacon, Strawberry Flavor! As in MY bacon! Can you believe?!”

Were he not so busy to stuff his mouth full of the wings you had saved for him, he would have ranted on about it for hours,

“No, Jin, I can’t, in fact, believe”,

“I know it looks good, I have eyes, after all, but just pinching my bacon like it was a cheap side dish…”

“Absolutely outrageous”

You commented while typing away on your phone. You knew by now that you just needed to pay attention at the right moment to appease Jin’s ego,

“Exactly!”

He flung his hand around and looked like he tried to fight someone with the chicken leg, that he was currently holding,

“Did you say anything to her? Or did you just do that creepy customer-service fake smile”

You asked, already knowing that, even if Jin talked a big game now, he probably just squeaked like a squirrel when the thirsty grandma felt him up and looked like a deer caught in the headlights when she shut the door in his face. Deep down, he probably enjoyed the attention, though,

“No, I didn’t. can’t risk an additional complaint from any of the guests with all the negative points I keep scoring with Areum…”

He mumbled and his puffed chest deflated a bit at that,

“Ah Seokjin, don’t worry! I’m sure Areum will see soon how much effort you put into everything she makes you do!”

You patted his shoulder reassuringly and handed him a tissue to wipe the spicy chicken sauce off his face,

“Thanks, Strawberry Flavor, you always know what to say…”

Unbeknownst to you, Jin was thankful for more than just your kind words and company today. He was thankful for a lot more when it came to you and the chicken was only the cherry on top of the biggest, most delicious scoop of heart-shaped ice cream, he had ever imagined in his life.

When you two met on the day you were examined as a potential addition to the kitchen staff at the hotel, he didn’t think you’d become such an integral part of his life but he’s certainly thankful things played out the way they did. Even though he wishes he was brave enough to ask you for more, he is content to just be the best friend to you, that he could be. You deserved it. If not for you, he would have been kicked out of the hotel multiple times already because he just kept messing up so much. Most of the kitchen staff still avoided him because of the wedding cake incident a few months back. He cringed inwardly; it had not been pretty,

“And even if she doesn’t and tells Manager about all your shortcomings and he kicks you out, you can count on me to save you chicken from time to time!”

He almost chokes on said chicken when he has to laugh at your poor attempt to lighten the mood,

“Jin, you need to swallow!”

He could only laugh harder and it made you smile,

“Yah! Stop laughing! You’re gonna choke! I don’t know any first aid…”

You clapped him on the back and he slowly calmed down, still cackling like a little kid. You wanted to see him laugh like this more often, lately, because interning at the hotel wasn’t working out so well for him. He had a lot of difficulties with the service and it didn’t help that he was assigned as Areum’s caretaker during the time she would be staying at the hotel. That little girl… you knew she was only 7 but she drove you up the wall sometimes. Especially when she scolded Jin for all the things he did wrong, which was a regular occurrence,

“I’m fine, I’m fine, do you have any more tissues, though?”

Jin asked and you dug around your purse until you found one. He coughed roughly and then took a deep breath,

“Phew… Let’s just hope Manager keeps me around a little longer, yeah?”

He smiled at you and you nodded,

“He has to, or I’m going on strike. See how he handles the rioting guests when there are no more Special Strawberry Flavor Pancakes around!”

Jin puts his arm around your shoulder and hugs you to his side a little awkwardly,

“Ahh, don’t do that, you’ll be fired, too! And then who will be my chicken hero?”

You cough out an awkward laugh at the physical contact and quickly try to get your bearings back,

“Ok, ok… I won’t go on strike”

“And I’ll figure something out with Areum… she’s just a kid, how hard could it be to find something she likes to do? Do you think maybe I should try bribing her with candy?”

You opened your mouth to answer when a familiar voice interrupted you,

“Hey Rice Cake, I’m over here!”

It was your roommate Park Jimin; passionate dancer and number 1 rice cake enthusiast. He was waiting for you at the bus stop like he usually did to pick you up after work. He insisted on doing so, even if he had to take a few extra buses after dance practice to get here.

You happily waved at him and turned to Jin to say goodbye for tonight,

“There’s my ride. Well, my companion for the bus ride, anyway… You should probably come up with something more creative than bribing a little girl with candy, though, ok? I’ll see you tomorrow! Good night!”,

“Yeah, ok… Good night, Strawberry Flavor”

He smiled and waved half-heartedly after you already turned around and walked towards your friend. Park Jimin seemed like a good guy, as far as he could tell; he obviously cared about you enough to go out of his way to get you home safe and in Jin’s books that was the least you deserved. Still, he would rather he was the one to accompany you on your way home.

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As Jimin watched you say goodbye to your colleague he briefly wondered why you still let him be the one to take you home when there was this tall, good-looking man in your life, who, clearly, was head over heels for you. He had known the minute he met Kim Seokjin for the first time a few months ago, that the handsome hotelier had the hots on for you. He couldn’t fault the guy, though; he knew first-hand the power your pretty smile and beautiful personality held. If Jimin didn’t feel so insecure and small in the presence of the other man, maybe they could have become friends but all Jimin could see, was a really tall, handsome and impressively built obstacle in the way of his plan to get you to be his girl when he looked at Kim Seokjin.

Jimin loses his self-deprecating train of thought pretty quickly though, when you enter his personal space and hug his arm to your chest,

“Jiminahh, I had such a good day! I can’t wait to tell you all about it”

You smiled at him and for a few precious moments he just felt lucky to have you in his life at all. Kim Seokjin and his good looks be damned. He reached for your hand and took your bag to carry it for you. He knows you would never admit it, because you’re a strong, independent woman, who don’t need no man but you secretly loved that he did all these little things to make your life a little easier. Even if it was just carrying a bag, that, quote unquote: wasn’t even really that heavy,

“Yeah? Tell me about it”

He smiled down at you, as you both went to sit down on the bench and waited for the bus to arrive and take you home,

“It was my turn to decorate all the little pastries and cakes today! Well… after I fried a shit ton of chicken for the buffet in the conference room”

You answered and Jimin smiled to himself. Decorating cakes was one of your favourite things to do, even when you helped him out in your spare time in the little rice-cake shop he inherited from his late grandmother. He was quite good at it himself, too, having watched his grandma make and decorate rice cakes with a burning passion for years, but he let you do it whenever possible, just so he could watch your face scrunch up cutely in concentration when you bent over the sweet little treats and painted fantastic floral works of art on them,

“Sounds like you had a lot of fun today”

He commented and you nodded,

“I did. And Manager even said I did good today, so that was worth all the hours I spent covered in chicken grease afterwards”

You stifled a yawn after you said that and Jimin laughed quietly. You did actually smell faintly of fried chicken but honestly? That was just a bonus because you looked like a snack already.

Just as he was about to comment on your fried chicken smell, the bus rolled into the station and you took your seats and fell into a comfortable silence for the duration of the ride. It wasn’t too long of a way home but it was enough for you take a quick nap on your friend’s shoulder, before he gently shook you awake again, to signal the imminent arrival of the bus at your station. You followed Jimin outside and as the bus rode on peacefully, you walked the rest of the way towards the rice cake shop and the apartment you shared upstairs.

You felt thankful for it every time you set foot in your shared home because it had been the first good thing to happen to you in a long while. Starting off as Granny Park’s apprentice in the rice cake business, you first met Jimin as he was about to head out and handle some deliveries for the day. He was shy at first but quickly warmed up to you when he noticed how seriously you took your work and how respectful and hard-working you were with his grandmother. Granny Park taught you and her grandson how to make the most delicious little cakes and she had even let you live in the spare room in the apartment she shared with Jimin. She had given you so much and you were determined to prove worthy of her trust. Sadly, not long after she had taken you in and you and Jimin became close friends, she passed away and left you and her grandson to continue to run the shop. You and Jimin had made some significant changes to the way the shop operated and now, it ran more profitable than ever before. You hoped Jimin could see how happy and grateful you still were now, months later.

Jimin dropped your bag in your room and you took a few minutes for yourself to change into more comfortable clothing and wash up. Even though you got to do something fun at work today, doesn’t mean you weren’t exhausted and ready to drop dead on the bed. You took your phone out of your bag and swan dived onto the sheets. A few notifications were waiting for you, including a few texts from Jin and Yoongi, another friend of yours. Apparently Jin had finished all the chicken before he arrived home, which was a new record for him and he had sent you a selfie of him and the empty Tupperware to prove it. You snickered and replied with a few thumbs up.

[You 20:34]: Glad u liked it! U know I never met anyone with such an unhealthy love for chicken, right?

[SeokJerk 20:35]: Ha… then stop feeding my addiction! Shaming me while enabling me… smh

[You 20:36]: Ugh why am I friends with u…

Jin sent an angel emoji and you decided that was enough Jin for today and then switched to Yoongi’s chat. It was just a series of pictures of a few different outfits and a question mark at the end. He was a man of few words. You knew Yoongi had an important gig coming up and he desperately needed your input, so it didn’t surprise you that he didn’t send an entire paragraph voicing his concerns about the wrong choice of attire. You answered with number 3 and a few flame emojis and heart eyes. Going for the fancy choice while also maintaining his casual style seemed like the best way to go. He replied a few seconds later with a thumbs up. Just as you were about to put down the phone, it dinged with another text from your roommate. Why he didn’t just knock and ask whatever it was he wanted, you didn’t know. He was probably being lazy like you right now.

[Mochi 20:46]: u still up? Netflix? Or u too tired?

You debated that for a second; it was only 9 pm, you could probably remain conscious for another 2 hours or so. Even though you had to pass by the hotel to meet Jin for lunch, you could sleep in.

[You 20:48]: Sure, u gotta come here tho bc I’m not moving

2 minutes later your door creaked as Jimin opened it and walked in the room with his laptop balanced on his arm,

“I picked something good this time, I swear”

He did, in fact, not pick something good.

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When you woke up the next morning, Jimin was already out and about, busy bee that he is. You didn’t have to worry about getting ready just yet, since you didn’t have to meet Jin for another few hours, so you enjoyed the feeling of your soft and warm sheets for a few more minutes and played around on your phone until there was nothing left to do but get up.

Should you have breakfast? A question you asked yourself every day, regardless of the fact that the answer was always no. So, you skipped the trip to the kitchen for now and jumped in the shower straight away.

You should take care of some boring chores and house work today, as well, preferably before you met Jin.

The rice cake shop was closed for today so you didn’t have to worry about the mess downstairs for now. Maybe Jimin had left out some treats for you to take with you. You would go through the shop and check when you left.

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“Yah, Seokjin! Stop hoarding the sauce!”

You snatched the little bowl from under his nose while he was distracted and finally, you could dip your food into the spicy goodness,

“Leave some in there for other people”

You added and Jin tried to act like he didn’t know you were chastising him, of all people. It was no use anyway, so you changed the topic,

“Did you get Areum’s laundry done on time?”

Seokjin nodded his head, while chewing on a spoonful of rice,

“Luckily, yes. I owe the guys from laundry big time”

He swallowed the rice and took a deep, sobering breath,

“Don’t know what she would have done, if I didn’t show up with her favourite blanket, this morning…”

He visibly shuddered at the thought and you also felt an unpleasant tingle slide down the length of your spine,

��Let’s just be thankful you’re still in one piece, hm?”

You smiled sweetly at him and Jin briefly forgot what had him so shook just seconds ago. He watched you eat some grilled vegetables for a few moments until he snapped out of his reverie,

“Thank you for meeting me for lunch, Strawberry Flavor, it would have been so boring alone…”,

“You mean there would have been less food for you to devour”

You snickered to yourself and Jin huffed,

“Don’t make me look so bad, you brat! I’m still older than you, show some respect!”

He couldn’t help but smile at how, even he, couldn’t take himself seriously. You started laughing and had to put down the food you were about to put in your mouth,

“Alright, alright, I’m so sorry, Seokjin-Oppa… I promise I’ll be a good girl from now on, ok?”

You dragged out his name and your lips formed the most adorable little pout. Although he knew you were teasing him just now, Jin felt warmth flood his cheeks and he cleared his throat,

“Ah… yes… don’t worry about it, Strawberry Flavor”

He tried to sound casual but his voice betrayed him. Alas, he was but a man, sat in front of the prettiest woman he knew, trying not to look like the complete simp he was for you. A few moments of food-related silence ensured until you put down your bowl,

“I almost forgot, I brought these for you”

You suddenly started digging around in your purse and produced a little package wrapped in simple brown paper,

“These are from a batch Jimin and I made last night. They didn’t come out shaped as nicely as usual but I thought you wouldn’t mind having them, since we can’t sell them like this”

You held the package out to him and he put down his chopsticks to receive it,

“Seriously? You didn’t have to!”

He stumbled over his own words because he felt a little touched. You thought to bring him some of your lovely rice cakes? He unwrapped the package and found a colourful assortment of sweet rice treats in the paper,

He slapped a hand over his face in a theatrical way,

“Ahh, I can’t look at them for too long, they are so pretty! Strawberry Flavor, what are you doing to me…?”

You giggled happily like a little kid when you saw his reaction to the cakes and he had to smile,

“You have to look, though, if you want to eat them!”

You tried to gently lift his hand from his eyes,

“It’s too dangerous, I’ll go blind…”

He loved making you laugh, so he would ride this wave as long as you would let him,

“So, you’re never gonna look at my cakes again?”

Well. Not that he would mind looking at your cakes once in a while, he just felt really inappropriate doing so. Or were you talking about the rice cakes? Probably the more likely option…

“Don’t sound so disappointed”

He lifted his hand and put the cakes down on the table in front of him,

“What if I feed you one? You won’t have to look then”

“Ah, Strawberry Flavor, you’re so smart! I never would have thought of that”

You rolled your eyes at him but still you smiled. You picked up your chopsticks, lifted a rice cake from the package and held it to Jin’s lips. He slowly opened up and let you place the small treat inside his mouth.

You stared at him expectantly, eyes wide,

“Good?”

You asked and, even if the cakes didn’t taste as amazing and sweet as they did, Jin would have told you they were the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. He closed his eyes and savoured the taste before he answered:

“They are amazing”

Your lips spread into a shy smile,

“Really?”

“Really”

“Maybe you can share them with the laundry staff as a thank you?”

You suggested and Jin’s eyes went wide in disbelief,

“Are you kidding? I may owe them but I don’t owe them enough for that”,

“You are impossible”,

“Impossible to please, yes, but these are pretty close to perfection”

He grinned and you tried to hide your smile,

“Now give me one more”

He opened his mouth and waited for you to feed him another rice cake. It really was the simple things in life, huh?

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Over the course of the next week you and Jimin perfected the new recipe for the revolutionised rice cakes you were going to permanently keep in your assortment of treats in the shop and they turned out to be just the right amount of chewy and sweet. You might have used Jin as your personal lab rat and fed him an obscene amount of cakes until his eyes got glassy and his shoulders sagged in satisfaction. ‘This is heavenly’ he had mumbled while chewing and you knew it wouldn’t get any better than that. Jimin trusted your opinion but he had, of course, also tasted a fair amount of cakes before he agreed with Jin’s judgement. Both of you were lucky you got a few extra days off, since you had collected some overtime in the last month, which gave you enough time to work on the cake recipe. Jimin was grateful for the extra time he got to spend with you, even if Jin had intruded on some of it. At least he got to feed you some of the extra cakes while Jin watched and tried to hide the, very much obvious, jealousy on his face.

That evening, when Jin left, he had touched your upper arm for just long enough for Jimin to consider it inappropriate. Of course, you were oblivious to their childish behaviour.

Today was your last day off before a new week of work started and there were no more cakes to prepare for the shop. Last night, Yoongi had texted you to ask if you wanted to join him for coffee and keep him company while he practised a piece for another upcoming show. You had said yes, since you hadn’t seen your friend in a while and you were happy, he wanted to spend time with you. He was the elusive kind of friend that surfaced out of the blue after periods of being completely dead to the world.

On your way to the university he studied at, you picked up coffee for both of you and a snack for Yoongi, since he usually forgot to eat when he was working on something. You found him in the usual place, already sitting at the piano on the far side of the room, playing away and not noticing your arrival until you plopped down on the bench next to him,

“Hey, Piano Man, take a coffee break”

He stopped playing and turned to you, clearly not having expected you yet,

“I didn’t think you’d be here so soon”

He said, a surprised pout on his lips. You smiled and handed him the coffee and the snack you brought him,

“Left early so I could get you some sustenance”

“How do you know me so well, hm?”

He squinted his eyes at you suspiciously before opening the paper bag and taking an experimental sniff, then nodding approvingly,

“Well, I don’t have that many redeeming qualities but I like to think keeping the people I care about fed, so they stay healthy, is one of my better ones”

You smiled shyly and took a sip of your own coffee. You were wrong though, Yoongi thought. You had a ton of good qualities; far more than he ever thought could be found in a single person. You were the reason he was still in school, after all, and to hell if you didn’t think that counted for something,

“I don’t like it when you do that”

He mumbled under his breath and took a sip of that sweet, sweet bean juice that would bring warmth back into his heart and soul,

“Do what?”

You asked, creasing your brows in confusion,

“That thing where you talk badly about yourself and cover it up with humour”

You huffed and ran a hand through your hair,

“You act like you don’t do that, too”

You accused him and he gave you a look that just said ‘really?’

“I don’t, not like that, anyway. I know I’ve got some good qualities, I’m just super insecure, anxious and nervous at all times, there’s a difference”

Well. He got you there,

“So, stop talking like that, yeah? You know you’re a good person, Serenity, no need to doubt yourself”

He knew he didn’t have a way with words as much as he had a way with the keys on the piano. He just hoped that the essence of what he meant bled through the words and reached your core. He really did mean it like that: you were a good person. In fact, you were the best person in his life, even if he couldn’t show it in a way that he felt would be meaningful enough for you. Through all the problems and hardships thrown at him by his professors and the university and all the obstacles placed in his path by all the policies, regulations and deadlines, you had been there to support him and provide him with advice. You grounded him when his nerves threatened to reach a breaking point and you helped him find the calm and peaceful place in himself that he could retreat to when the world became too much.

He had told you so in his own way; calling you his Serenity, when he felt you needed a push to take his words seriously,

“Alright… I’ll work on it, ok?”

You picked at your nails when you agreed and he was satisfied with the conclusion,

“Ok”

He said calmly and sipped his coffee,

“So, how’s practice going?”

You asked, changing the topic,

“You tell me. You heard me playing when you snuck in like a damn ninja”

Yoongi answered and grinned,

“Everything you play sounds good to me but I’m also not a professional musician, so my opinion isn’t really gonna help you much…”

You would always tell him when you liked a piece, he introduced you to but beyond that? You had close to zero knowledge about music and all the terms and whatnot used to describe it, so Yoongi would have to be satisfied with you either saying ‘it’s great’ or ‘I love it’ repeatedly,

“Hm, fair enough”

He grumbled and turned back to the keyboard. To anyone else, he probably sounded condescending but you two were close enough for you to know, that was far from his intention. He just gave off particularly grumpy and unapproachable vibes at all times.

He sighed loudly and rolled his head around to loosen up some tension in his neck and shoulders,

“Alright… well, will you listen to it anyway?”

He asked and placed his hands on the keys according to the notes on the music sheet,

“Take it away, Maestro”

You said and the smallest smile crept its way onto his face before it scrunched up in concentration and he started playing.

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Work was really slow today for some reason. Well, as slow as work in the kitchen of a hotel with hundreds of guests can be. But it felt slower than usual and you had yet to feel like ripping your uniform off and quitting dramatically in the heat of the moment, like you usually did. The majority of the guests currently occupying the rooms were tourists, who only visited the small fishermen town for the yearly celebration of exactly that: the fishermen who had inspired the people of the town to celebrate their work over the hundreds of years since the town had been established. By now fishing wasn’t the main source of the town’s income anymore but regardless, the tradition of celebrating was still going strong. The main source of income was now tourism.

It also meant dinner shift didn’t make you want to repeatedly punch the wall. Who would’ve thought that less guests equals less work?

As you enjoyed a few minutes of relative peace and quiet in the kitchen, you thought about your own relationship with the festival. A while ago, you and your friends, and also some of their friends, had decided you’d all visit the festival together this year and you were looking forward to it. You and Jimin would have to man your little rice cake booth for a while but since you were the business owners you could decide when you would close up and enjoy the rest of the festivities. You would probably only have the booth up during the day and leave it closed in the evening so you would have time to join your friends and get the party going. The festival was approaching fast and you had a feeling it would be a series of nights to remember.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a few new room-service orders, delivered by none other than your favourite colleague and intern, Seokjin. He entered the kitchen through the big double doors and invaded your workspace like it was nothing. Classic Jin,

“Strawberry Flavor, do you have time to make all this? It’s for Areum and another guest”

He handed you a note with a couple of orders scribbled onto it in terrible handwriting. Luckily you were accustomed to Jin’s writing by now and deciphering it was no problem for you anymore,

“Hm, sure, although… it’s already pretty late, Areum shouldn’t have any sugar before bedtime, don’t you think?”

You answered and Jin nodded, looking thoughtful,

“I guess you’re right… what else can you make for her? I don’t wanna show up empty handed”

You mulled it over for a second, tapping you bottom lip with your pointer finger,

“How about something light like a yogurt with a little bit of fruit in it? Nothing special but I can make it look really nice for her”

You suggested and taped the note to your workstation, so you could get started on the other orders, as well,

“Sounds good”

Jin simply said and leaned against the counter to watch you prepare the food. Like yours, his day had been a little less eventful than usual and he was thankful for the extra time he got to relax in between chores. He chose to use a few minutes to talk to you and watch you work. He liked seeing you whirl around the kitchen and grabbing ingredients here and there to put together a perfect meal. He loved food and he loved it even more when you were the one to prepare it. He was sure all the guests that were lucky enough to have their food made by you could taste all the love and effort you put into it,

“Jin, can you come help me? I can’t reach the damn pan on the shelf!”

Jin listened up and pushed himself away from the counter to walk over to where you were standing on your tiptoes, trying to reach the highest shelf,

“Sure”

He said and before you could step aside to make room for him, he stood behind you and placed a hand right next to you to support his weight while he slightly pushed his body forward to reach the shelf. You felt his chest pressed to your back and suddenly your hands felt a little clammy,

“I can reach it but I can’t move it, there’s too much other stuff around on the shelf”

Jin said and you cursed the person who reorganized the shelves the other day,

“Wait a second, I’ll get you something to step on”

You mumbled and tried to move away from Jin but he had a different idea,

“Don’t bother, I’ll just pick you up and you can get it. It’ll be easier, just do it like this”

He maneuvered you around until he was leaning with his back against the shelf and you stood in front of him. Usually you would have protested against this. So much physical contact was not only strange for you and Jin but it was also inappropriate in your place of work,

“Jin, what are you doing?”

You mumbled to yourself while Jin was already bending his knees and wrapping his arms around your middle. You took a deep breath and let out a surprised squeak when Jin lifted you off the ground. The position was more than inappropriate but Jin didn’t seem to mind,

“Is this ok? Am I holding you too tight?”

He asked, seeming concerned with your uncomfortable expression,

“No, no”

You cleared your throat and started to support yourself with your hands on his shoulders,

“It’s fine, just… don’t drop me, ok?”

you looked down at his handsome face and he smiled gently up to you,

“Don’t worry, I won’t”

You held onto his shoulders a little tighter. They felt nice, strong. Did he work out?

“Can you get it?”

He asked and you remembered the pan, so you let go of his shoulders,

“Ah… yes, just a second”

No rush, thought Jin. You started rummaging around the shelf and moving things around to make room for the pan. While you moved around a little more you felt Jin squeeze you a little tighter and it didn’t feel as uncomfortable anymore.

Jin knew he had taken a risk with this but he also just wanted an opportunity to get closer to you. He didn’t do anything too inappropriate; he would never touch you in a way that would make you feel uncomfortable or unsafe. He knew you trusted him and he knew you knew that he valued that trust. Thus, he also knew, you wouldn’t mind it if he held you like this. Granted, he didn’t think his face would be this close to your boobs but it wasn’t like he would ever complain about that. He wouldn’t mind being even closer.

You had finally managed to procure the pan without pushing anything else off the shelf and Jin had let you slowly slide out of his secure grip until you were the one looking up at him, again. You brushed your shirt off and cleared your throat once more before awkwardly thanking him,

“I’ll get back to work…”

You mumbled and walked back to your station. You couldn’t exactly explain why you felt a little nervous all of a sudden. Or why your mouth had run dry. Or why you felt a tingle in the places where Jin’s big and gentle hands had touched you. You also couldn’t exactly explain why your innocent friendship suddenly didn’t feel so innocent anymore.

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Jimin couldn’t pick you up from work tonight and when you got home, you peeked through his open door and found him already fast asleep in his bed. You had hoped he would still be up when you came home but you guessed practice must have been especially exhausting today. You quietly closed the door and retreated to your own room to unwind and then go to sleep, too. Tomorrow would be an eventful day for both of you, since you needed to transport your little booth to its spot on the festival area and decorate it; make it look pretty and approachable for all the visitors and potential customers.

Together, you had developed a nice decoration scheme and decided to go with minimal but effective. Small but cute decorative figures and little Stickers for the children to take with them. Working with Jimin was always so easy. You couldn’t remember even a single time when you and him had to argue about something because you both preferred to stay rational and talk it out like adults.

You had recruited Jin and one of Jimin’s closer friends, Namjoon, to help you transport and set up your booth. You weren’t thrilled at Joon’s involvement in the delicate process because the independent writer had a reputation for being one of the clumsiest people alive. And even if you were thankful for the help, you were going to need to be prepared to deal with any major damage Joon would most likely cause.

For now, all you wanted to do was sleep and recharge for the events of the next day, yet you felt restless.

Nervousness started to creep in on you and you only tossed and turned in your sheets, unable to fall asleep. Were your rice cakes really going to sell tomorrow? Would the visitors of the festival actually consider your booth and try the cakes? Maybe the recipe wasn’t perfect, yet, after all… Suddenly you sat up and sighed deeply,

“Ah.,. let’s just check the recipe one last time, I won’t be able to sleep, anyway”

You mumbled to yourself and pulled a thin nightgown over your body before you made your way back through the dark apartment. Stumbling over a box you or Jimin left in the hallway, you made your way down into the shop and started putting together the ingredients for the dough. You tried to rustle around the kitchen as quietly as possible, not wanting to risk waking up Jimin, who clearly needed the rest more than you,

“Ok… let’s do this”

Cracking your knuckles, you looked at the prepared work space.

The bowls of ingredients stared back at you, taunting you and your skills as a baker,

“Ugh, this is ridiculous”

You rolled your eyes and took a deep breath. It couldn’t be so hard, could it? Why was this making you so nervous?

“Rice cake? What are you doing in the shop so late?

Jimin’s soft voice pulled you out of your thoughts and you turned around to see him standing on the last step the stairs and leaning against the wall. He was looking at you, squinting his eyes sleepily and trying to adjust to the light,

“Jimin, why are you up? Did I wake you? I’m sorry, I tried to be quiet”

You said and moved around a little to try and cover up the bowls behind you,

“Are you ok? You look stressed”

Jimin walked over to you and put his hand against your forehead, trying to feel your temperature,

“I’m fine, I just couldn’t sleep”

You pulled his hand away from your forehead,

“Do you need something to help you sleep? Tea, maybe? I can make you some soup or porridge- “

“Jimin, I’m fine, really”

You smiled at his suggestions, loving how he wanted to care of you,

“Thank you, though. I think I just need a minute or so, to calm down”

He nodded and pursed his lips, then he noticed all the stuff behind you on the counter,

“What’s all this?”

He craned his neck to get a better look and you gently pushed against his chest to avoid having to explain yourself,

“You want to prepare cakes, right now? It’s the middle of the night”

His creased brows and confused expression made you feel a little bit guilty,

“What’s really going on? Are you nervous about tomorrow?”

He asked and you felt yourself at a loss for words,

“I- “

You were surprised time and time again, how well Jimin knew you and could how easily he could tell what really went on inside your head,

“Well… if you really wanna know, then, yes. I’m a little worried”

You confessed and turned your eyes to the floor, then continued your explanation:

“I’m worried people won’t like our booth and the cakes. We’ve put so much work into this shop… what if it was all just a waste of time? I know the locals like what we do but that won’t be enough to sustain a growing business for long, you know? I was hoping we’d branch out eventually, maybe open up another shop in the next big city, or something. If we can’t convince a few lousy tourists to buy from us, then how are we going to establish ourselves anywhere else?”

“That’s what you’re worried about? That people won’t like the cakes?”

He asked and you pouted. When he said it like that, your worries seemed so small and unreasonable,

“Yeah…”

You kicked at some imaginary dirt, wanting to avoid Jimin’s kind eyes at every cost but he wouldn’t have it, trying to wiggle into your line of sight even if you turned your head away from him,

“Hey, Rice Cake, look at me…”

“No, I feel stupid for worrying”

“It’s not stupid to care about what you do. This shop and the cakes, they’re your babies. They’re also my babies but without you, I wouldn’t even have made it to this point. So, don’t feel stupid for wanting to succeed”

Maybe he had a point, you thought. You let out a quiet breath and lifted your gaze to find Jimin smiling reassuringly at you,

“Ok”

“Ok? You sure?”

He asked and gently nudged your arm with his elbow,

“Yes, I’m sure”

You said, finally smiling again,

“Good. Now tell me… is it only me, or are you suddenly craving something sweet?”

Jimin raised his brows expectantly,

“I don’t know, I guess I could eat something”

You answered and Jimin chuckled,

“Then it’s a good thing we’re both so good at baking, right?”

Jimi whipped past you and started to mix up all the stuff you had laid out and you just watched in astonishment, unable to believe the nerve of this guy,

“What are you waiting for? Get to it, the flour won’t sift itself”

You just shook your head, smiling to yourself and thanking every higher power out there, that Park Jimin existed in your life.

The two of you worked in comfortable silence for a while. You worked well together in the kitchen. All the time spent down here, working on recipes, manoeuvring around the limited space without bumping into each other had really helped your coordination as a team. Jimin had whipped up some creamy dough and you were about to prepare the steamer. You watched Jimin whisk the mixture a little more until he was satisfied with the consistency. You watched him curiously, prepared to take the batter off his hands and form little balls to put in the steamer but you found yourself not only watching the whisk but also the arm whisking it. A very nice arm, one might say. Smooth skin, visible veins and strong muscle, all working together to create a picture you found yourself admiring a little, if you were being honest. Objectively speaking, Jimin was handsome; no one, not even you, could deny it. Years of passionate dancing had shaped his body in a way, that you could definitely appreciate. Even though you lived together, you had never seen Jimin wearing less than jeans and a t-shirt. An unspoken rule about decency had always kept you two from crossing each other when you were wearing anything other than a full outfit. The fact that he was standing before you in a tank top and sleeping shorts, was what made this situation feel even more out of the ordinary, than it already did.

You pulled your nightgown tighter around yourself, more aware of your own state of (un)-dress. Your shorts were even shorter than Jimin’s and you wondered, if he also felt a little weird about the situation. If he did, he didn’t let it show,

“You ready for me, Rice Cake?”

He asked you without looking up from the bowl,

“Yes, I’m ready”

“Wanna taste it first? Make sure it’s good?”

Jimin’s voice suddenly didn’t sound so soft and gentle anymore. You stuttered and then cleared your throat,

“Um, I trust you”

You replied, sounding a little insecure,

“You sure?”

Jimin looked up at you now, focused on your unsure expression. He put away the whisk and slowly dipped a finger into the batter and then placed it in his mouth, without breaking eye contact.

A quiet moan left him and he smiled,

“Come try it, have a little taste”

He beckoned you forward with a curled finger and your feet moved on their own accord until they were planted firmly on the ground, next to Jimin’s

“Ok”

You mumbled and looked up at him,

“Close your eyes”

He said and you sighed and let your eyes fall closed,

“I’m sure it’s good, we’ve worked on the recipe for- “

You were caught off guard and simply obeyed without a second thought, opening your mouth. A second later you felt Jimin place his finger on your tongue, covered in batter. You closed your lips around it and opened your eyes, finding Jimin’s gaze fixed on your lips, with his own slightly parted. You tasted the sweetness of the batter and let the taste overrun your senses. With your tongue slowly starting to move around Jimin’s finger and gently sucking on it, you were able to taste all of it; the sweet, the tangy and the slightly salty taste of Jimin’s skin.

“Good?”

He asked, voice sounding a little strained. You nodded,

“Yeah? You like it?”

He asked again and you looked up at him with wide eyes, slowly letting his finger slide out from between your lips,

“I like it”

You said and Jimin ran his other hand through his hair. He had to look away; you were too sexy for your own good.

And you didn’t even notice it! The worst of it all was, that he had never seen you wear anything like this before: just a camisole with thin straps and sleeping shorts. Not to mention that scrap of a night gown. He’d never seen so much of your skin and he had to admit, it was becoming harder and harder no to reach out and touch the smooth-looking skin of your upper arm, where your shoulders started, or accidentally brush his fingers against the soft skin of your thighs in passing.

He was about to pop the most uncomfortable boner while you licked your lips and didn’t even pretend to acknowledge the sexual tension in the small room,

“Ok, good…”

Jimin mumbled and wiped his finger on his shorts before he grabbed the bowl and stepped around you to the steamer. He quickly needed to focus on something else because he didn’t want to risk accidentally bumping his problem into you and making things awkward. He thought maybe you didn’t notice how his shorts slightly tented and he did his best to turn his body away from you, while he filled small portions of the batter into the steamer. Maybe he could get you to leave and have some time to cool down again,

“Ah… Rice Cake, why don’t you go ahead and wait upstairs, hm? This won’t take long. I’ll bring them up when they’re finished”

He smiled at you reassuringly,

“What are you talking about, this was my idea. I can’t let you slave away over this alone…”

You pouted slightly and took a step towards him,

“No, no, don’t worry! I’ll take care of it, get some rest, ok?”

You considered it for a second and then sighed. He may have sounded slightly more panicked than necessary but hey, if it did the trick,

“Ok, if you’re sure… I guess I’m a little more tired than before”

You said and promptly yawned,

“Go to sleep, you need the rest”

Jimin ushered you out with a wave of his hands and a last cute smile and then he could finally let out a deep breath,

“Well, that was close”

He said to himself, after he heard the door to the upper floor close, then wiped the metaphorical sweat off of his brow,

“Ah, seriously Jimin-ah, what are you, 12?”

he looked down at himself and pointed a finger at the, still very much visible, tent in his pants as a warning,

“You could have gotten us in trouble…”

Then he shook his head and sighed, remembering the little cakes in the steamer. He hoped you would already be asleep by the time he brought the last batch upstairs because he wouldn’t be able to handle the visual of him, feeding you a few of them, after what had just happened.

Later, when he was finally back in bed, he still wasn’t quite sure what had possessed him. You, however, slept like a blissfully ignorant baby that night.

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Thank you so much for reading! Part two is now here !

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I Would Get Into Millions of Accidents Just to See You, Chapter 2 (aka Nurse Geralt AU)

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Geralt is not someone who is an active social media user. He has never been.

Hell, he wouldn’t even use WhatsApp if he didn’t have to.

He thinks that apps like this make people so accessible, and leaves little privacy, and ironically, despite it’s called “social media” it makes people less social. He has lost count of how many times he has seen a group of friends sitting somewhere and scrolling through some apps on their phone or something instead of talking to each other.

Of course, it depends on one’s use, but from what he can tell, whenever you’re online, people tend to think that you have all the time in the world.

So no, thank you very much. He likes his privacy.

Whenever he says that “Social media is for people who don’t have nothing better and important to do,” Ciri just gives him The Look ™ and says: “Okay, boomer.”

He has no idea what the hell it’s supposed to mean, but he is sure it’s not something good.

Once Ciri had downloaded some dating app on his phone without his permission while he was sleeping his ass off after a very tiring night shift. That little match-maker of a girl.

And not only that, but also she had said: “I texted some of the users for you! The ones I thought you might like. One of them seemed nice, I like her energy. So, anyway, long story short, you have a date this weekend. You can thank me later.”

“Excuse me, you did what?!”

Needless to say, Ciri wasn’t allowed to use the internet for three days after that.

“I just want you to be happy,” on the third day, Ciri had said out of the blue while they were reading I, Robot together —they were both into sci-fi, and reading was a great escape from thinking about all the things going on in life.

“You deserve love. Everyone does. Your whole life is nothing but me and your job, and… You deserve happiness, dad. You deserve love.”

“Come here,” Geralt had said, opening his arms wide for her to embrace him, which Ciri had applied.

“I am happy, pumpkin.”

“You could be happier… If there was someone you loved and dated—”

“Ciri, look. Love is… A beautiful thing.” he started ‘Even though it can be hurtful,’ was left unsaid.

“But love doesn’t necessarily mean the affection between a couple. It doesn’t just mean romantic love. Love can be in many forms, shapes, and different ways. Love of self, of animals, of nature, friends, family… We experience love every day when you think about it. You can find it in everything. Even in a slice of homemade pie that Mrs. April brought us today.”

“I love pie! But dad, I doubt that if a slice of pie can tell you that you look lovely today. A cutie-pie on the other hand—”

“Ciri, have you been even listening to me?”

“…and a pie can’t run their fingers through your hair-”

Geralt sighs, “Why am I even trying?”

“Deep down you know I’m right. Dad… How about you just… give her a chance? For me? Just see how it goes?”

"Is it gonna make you happy if I do that?”

“So happy!”

“And you’re not gonna do something like that ever again.”

“Promise!”

“Not downloading stupid apps on my phone, and not trying to set me up.”

“You got it, Cap!”

Geralt had met with that woman, and they just didn’t click.

True to her word, Ciri never has done something like that again.

***

Geralt is not someone who likes social media.

But there he is, looking at the musician’s posts instead of sleeping—even though he has to get up early as always tomorrow—scrolling through the app, and feeling like a high school girl with a stupid crush.

He reads every little caption the musician had written.

Surprisingly- well, maybe not so surprisingly- his songs aren’t the only thing he posts about.

He posts about random things; sometimes it’s a pretty flower he came across this morning, sometimes it’s a kitten, a book he is currently reading, food recipes, his drawings, things like that.

His account seems like just his personality.

Filled with all the beautiful colors in the word. Filled with joy, and every little thing he shares feels so sincere. Personal.

[I tried that recipe @Brianricci has sent me and it still feels like there are fireworks in my stomach, so here’s a little drawing for you my life-saver pasta-mate.]

That one makes Geralt smile. Reminds him of that day.

***

“I have something for you, Mr. Should Have Been A Model But Became A Nurse For Some Reason. Not that I’m complaining, for the record. The only thing I have complaints about is your hospital’s awful food. So awful that it should be illegal. A sin, even. You’re sinning whenever you guys force people to eat that food. I can only imagine your staff’s weekly confessing: ‘Forgive me father for I’ve sinned.’

‘What’s wrong, immortal one? What did you do?’

‘Oh, father, even bathing myself in holy water can’t cleanse me from my sins! I made my patient eat that awful food, I had to, father! I had to! I had no choice! But I have faith that I can change that one day!’

‘Faith becomes you. Stay with it. Keep fighting the good fight with all thy might.’

God help him this man is so ridiculous.

“Why are you suddenly Anthony Hopkins from The Rite?”

“Eh, just felt like it,” Jaskier shrugs “Your jello is pretty good though, so, good deed point. And your nurses aren’t half bad either, so I heard.”

Jaskier winks at him.

The audacity of that man.

“Anyway! As I was saying, I have something for you—”

“I have something for you, too, Mr. Pankratz,” Geralt says. He has a good guess about what Jaskier has for him.

A drawing of a flower.

He had heard the staff talking about how the pretty patient in room 242 has been giving flower drawings to pretty much everyone while he was walking around.

“Why thank you, you shouldn’t have! You brought some wine for me or something? For the celebration for my third week here? You’re so kind, my good sir.”

“It’s your medicines.”

“…ever the heartbreaker. I take back everything I said. You’re the devil in disguise.”

After Geralt gives him his medicines, Jaskier pulls a scratch book under his pillow and carefully tears a page from it. He gives it to Geralt.

“I thought I was the devil in disguise?” The nurse says as he takes the drawing from him “Are you sure that you should give demons a flower draw—”

Geralt can’t finish his sentence.

Because what he is looking at certainly is not a flower drawing.

It’s a man who holds a syringe in his hand with a kind smile on his face, and the syringe is filled with cute little hearts.

It’s him.

There’s a giant cactus standing behind him for some reason Geralt finds it hard to understand why.

He has seen the other drawings, and they are nothing like this one. This one looks like Jaskier has tried his hardest to make it perfect. Put everything in it. It’s perfect and detailed as if he had drawn it while looking at Geralt. It also seems familiar for some reason.

“—in conclusion, devils are fallen angels, so…” Geralt hears Jaskier talking.

Yet he is too busy to say something as he keeps looking at the drawing in his hands.

“Ooops, did I go too far with the hearts?”

“Hm.”

“Geralt? Say something, please? Oh God, I broke my nurse. They’re sooo gonna sue me. And I don’t think I can afford a good lawyer, I’ll rot in jails, I’m too young to rot in jails, I can’t be someone’s bitch, I’m not even—”

“May I ask why is there a cactus standing behind me?”

“A comment! Phew! Finally! Well, that would be because you’re just like a cactus.”

Geralt raises an eyebrow.

“Better than being a weed, Dandelion.”

Jaskier holds his hand to his chest and gasps, feigning offense.

“Words hurt, Geralt. Words hurt.

I meant it as, like, let’s face it, you’re kinda prickly on the outside sometimes, but soft on the inside? A cactus in the desert.”

Geralt sighs.

“And now you imply that my hospital is a desert. How nice. What’s next?”

“You don’t like it?”

“It’s okay.”

It’s obviously more than okay, but teasing with the young man is fun, and everyone needs some fun in their lives once in a while.

“If you don’t appreciate my drawing just give it back,” Jaskier makes grabby hands as he pouts like a little kid that just dropped his ice cream, “I’m pretty sure it’ll look good on my fridge anyway. No trouble for me.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

“I’m not giving this back. Too late, you should’ve thought that before you gave it to me. Can’t take it back now.”

“If you don’t say something nice about my spectacular drawing you can be sure that I’m gonna take it back from your hands even if that means putting up a fight.”

“How bold of you to think that you’re in a condition to put up a fight.”

“You’d be surprised. And if I can’t, your other nurse friends and your fellow patients can do it for me. I haven’t been handing out flower drawings for nothing all day.”

“And you say I am the devil in disguise.”

“I never said I was an angel, have I? Seriously though, you have ten seconds to pay a compliment to my drawing. Ten—”

“ ‘Okay’ was a compliment.”

“I beg to differ, since when ‘okay’ is a compliment? Say that to the Italian chef in Mamma Mia when he asks how is the pasta and see if he takes ‘okay’ as a compliment and doesn’t pour half-full pasta plate over your head, and ruin your favorite bee shirt. Also, nine.”

“That was oddly specific. Did that happen to you?”

“Eight, I have no idea what you’re talking about, I was just being hypothetical. Seven, six—”

“I bet he wouldn’t threaten me with taking my meal back if I did at least.”

“Sev— wait a second I was counting backwards, weren’t I? Where were we? Five!”

“Man, you’re really no good at math.”

“Wanna know what I’m good at? Many things, and fighting happens to be one of them. Four, ” Jaskier attempts to get up from the bed, somehow forgetting about his broken leg for a split second and swears: “Ah, cock!”

Geralt barely holds back a laugh at that one.

“Careful.”

“I can still verbally fight you.”

“You’ve been already doing that for the last five minutes.”

“…three.”

“You never give up, do you?” Geralt rolls his eyes with a smile, “It’s a good drawing. I really like it.”

Another lie.

He doesn’t just like it, he loves it.

But even saying that he likes it is enough to make Jaskier beam at him.

“You gave everyone a flower drawing,” he points out “but I get a cactus and a drawing of myself, why is that? It must have taken some time to draw this.”

“A special drawing for a special nurse.” Not making eye contact, Jaskier says so softly that Geralt nearly misses it. “Yeah, it sure took some time to draw it, and my schedule was so full because of all the crazy hospital parties you guys keep throwing that I could hardly find the time, but eh, I managed somehow.”

“Sucks that they never invite me to that parties,” the nurse jokes back. “Seriously though, thank you. I appreciate it.”

“I’d like to draw something for Ciri, too. But I’m saving it for later when I can meet her. You didn’t tell her that I’m here, right?”

“She doesn’t know.”

“Good! Keep it that way.”

***

Smiling at the memory, Geralt rises from his bed to take the drawing from his bedside drawer. No, of course he doesn’t look at it every day, what are you talking about?

If he hadn’t promised Jaskier that he wouldn’t let Ciri know until these two can meet in person, this drawing would be on his wall already.

Maybe next to Ciri’s painting of a white wolf.

He had considered doing so but then decided that it would be wise if he didn’t. No doubt Ciri would figure out it was Jaskier’s drawing as soon as she would see it. It was signed by him, after all. Not that Ciri couldn’t figure it out without the signature.

“What the hell, Geralt” The nurse snorts to himself and runs a hand over his face as he imagines his room filled with the drawings of his daughter, and Jaskier’s. “What are you gonna dream about next? Ciri being a flower girl at your wedding?”

Fuck.

He is totally dreaming about it now.

God, it’s crazy how much he misses him, even though he doesn’t really know him.

Ciri already is crazy about Jaskier, and Geralt looks forward to them to meet, to see how Ciri is going to react when she sees him. He feels like the two would talk non-stop, and he would just listen to them talking about God knows what.

He would have no problem with that; in fact.

“I’ll give him a call tomorrow,” he thinks.

He wants to see Jaskier again.

(Thanks for reading! Sorry for the lack of Jaskier in this chapter, but it was like:

-So, it’s time for you to meet Ciri!

-Hah, well, I love her, but I don’t think so. Not yet.

-But Ciri-

-You can have me as a Flashback Guest in this chapter, nothing more.

-But my plan wasn’t like this.

-Too bad, I’m my own character.

Let me know what you think please. Have a good day everyone ~ 💛)

#the witcher #jaskier #geraskier #nurse geralt au #my writing #I Would Get Into Millions Of Accidents Just To See You #geralt of rivia

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3mp3r0r-k1n9 · 4 years ago

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Destiny: Heroes of the Light

New Light

Chapter 1: A Guardian Rises

We call it the Traveler, and its arrival changed us forever. Great cities were built on Mars and Venus. Mercury became a garden world. The human lifespan tripled. It was a time of miracles. We stared onto the galaxy and knew that it was our destiny to walk in the light of other stars-- but the Traveler had an enemy. A Darkness, which had hunted it for eons across the black gulfs of space. Centuries after our Golden Ages began, this Darkness found us and that was the end of everything. But it was also a beginning…

*Somewhere in a place called the Cosmodrome in Old Russia a small machine known as a ghost is being chased by aliens. These aliens are known as Fallen Kell and had been chasing this ghost for a while. As the ghost hides inside of one of the old rusty cars the Fallen pass by it and the ghost waited until the scavengers walked away. He then got out and sighed*

Ghost: *sighs* at this rate I’m never going to find my Guardian. Where are you, Guardian? *he then shakes off any self-doubts and floats through another pile of rusty cars*

*The ghost scans through the cars and passes by skeletal remains which had its skull pierced and all the Ghost could think about was “Ouch”. He then passes through other rusty vehicles but he was unaware of a pack of Fallen following him. Then the Captain howls for reinforcements and approaches toward the ghost. Then the Ghost pass by a pile of cars and scans remains which seemed to be the one he was looking for.*

Ghost: Is it possible? *the ghost then scans the body and confirms his suspicions* there you are *he then uses his energy to revive this new Guardian*

*This new Guardian wakes up and breathes heavily looking around all confused and looks at the Ghost*

Joseph: *breathes heavily* huh? Where am I? What happened?! Ugh! My head! *Grabs his head out of pain*

Ghost: haha! It worked! You're alive!

Joseph: ah! *Jumps back and hits the rusty car* A floating light bulb!

Ghost: *gets annoyed* hey that's rude! Do you know how long it took me to find you? Is what I get for reviving you? *Looks away*

Joseph: huh? Revive? *Thinks to himself and looks around and sees a wasteland of no other life forms to be seen for miles* What happened here? Who are you? Who am I?

Ghost: *the ghost looks at him* One, long story I'll let the speaker tell you. Second, I'm a ghost… well I'm your ghost. As for that, I can't say. Hm? *Sees an old I.D. tag in the car that he probably owned in his past life.* How about we call you Joseph?

Joseph: Joseph… can't see why not. *looks at his old I.D. tag* What happened to me?

Ghost: Well... let's just say you've been dead for a long time. So you're going to see a lot of things you won't understand yet. *He then hears the howls of the fallen and gets spooked* This is fallen territory. You're not safe here. We need to get you to the city. *Looks at his new Guardian* hold still. *Disappears in thin air and speaks in the Guardian's mind* don't worry I'm still with you. Follow the path in front of you and get inside the wall.

*Joseph then runs to the path and heads for the entrance inside the wall. As he entered the wall he sees a hallway with worn-down walls and flickering*

Ghost: Let's see what we can find to defend ourselves before the Fallen find us

*He walks through the buildings looks around for any weapons he could use. But when he got deeper into the building the lights were out then the ghost came out and lights his way through the darkness. but then here's crawling from above.*

Joseph: *gets surprised* what-

Ghost: *interrupts Joseph before they get caught* shhh! they'll hear you.

*Joseph then stays quiet and then walks on what appears to be a balcony. Then the ghost came out.*

Ghost: *appears in front of Joseph* hang tight. These guys love the dark and thrive from it but we don't. We need more light. I'll see what I can do.

Joseph: *whispers loudly* be quick this place gives me the creeps.

*The ghost then disappears and finds a power console and gets a bit annoyed*

Ghost: *sighs* another one of these hardened military systems… and a few centuries of entropy working against me.

*As he turned on the lights fallen began climbing down towards Joseph*

Ghost: uh oh! They're coming for us! *Sees an old Khvostov 7G-02 rifle* there next to the crate! Grab it!

*Joseph sees the rifle and grabs it then runs. As he passes through the hallway Fallen dregs began to shoot at him from behind and Joseph dodges the shots.*

Ghost: Eyes forward! Watch your tracker!

*He then turns the corner and sees a pack of Fallen.*

Ghost: uh. You know how to use it right? *The Ghost sounded concerned*

*In Joseph's mind he didn't know why but he knew how to use the weapon as if by instinct he then presses the bolt catch and pulls the charging handle and aims at the fallen. He pulls the trigger and shoots the heads of the dregs and one-shots the shanks. As he took out the enemies in front of him he charges through and throws his fusion grenade at five fallen troops. Then a Fallen came out of a corner but then he void melees the Fallen vandal and it disintegrates.*

Ghost: Nice shot!

*As he kept running and shooting his way out he runs into landmines and stops*

Joseph: *stops right in front of the laser and steps back* Whoa!

Ghost: trip mines!!! Don't touch them!

Joseph: Yeah you think?

*Joseph then goes under and over the lasers, avoiding ignition from the mines. He then passes by all mines and continues to run. After passing through a room full of fallen he finds himself outside and sees the stars of the night sky. Then a Fallen ship came and it was dropping off some Fallen troops to engage Joseph.*

Ghost: *gets annoyed* ugh! Can't we get a break? Take them out! I picked up a signal coming from that building. *Sets a waypoint for Joseph*

Ghost: got it! *He then holds off the Fallen and pushed them back.*

*He shoots off the Vandals on the small buildings off. He then ran out of ammo and sees a shotgun and ammo on the ground.*

Ghost: it must be your lucky day!

Joseph: How do you- *he was about to ask how the shotgun worked. Then again by instinct, he knew how to use it. He cocked the gun and loads the bullet in the shotgun. Then a Fallen Captain charges at him and as he finishes loads the last bullet and shoots at the Captain.* What the…

Ghost: watch out! *a Vandal comes out of the bushes and fires it’s gun at Joseph*

Joseph *dodges a bullet from a nearby Vandal and throw a grenade at the Vandal and took it out with the dregs behind him* thanks for the heads up!

*He then shoots down the Dregs in his path and heads inside the building. As he went inside the building Dregs jump on him but managed to use his void abilities to push them off and finish them. He then arrived in a room and sees a ship but it was surrounded by Fallen.*

Ghost: a ship! Take them out!

Joseph: don't have to tell me twice.

*He then charges at the Vandals and melees two Vandals disintegrating them then shoots his shotgun at two dregs. But then shanks came out of a room nearby and began firing at Joseph. He then took cover behind some crates then a Fallen Captain came to fight him*

Joseph: I need ammo for my other gun- *sees a magazine clip for his Khvostov 7G-02 rifle and takes it and reloads his weapon.* I got insane luck today!

Ghost: please don't jinx it.

*He then comes out over the crates and shoots the shanks one by one. Then he changes weapons and jumps towards the Captain shooting his face. The Fallen's lifeless body falls.*

Ghost: Phew! finally! Let me see if I can get us out of here.

*The Ghost comes out and they both face the ship.*

Ghost: *sighs* the ship has been here for a while. *The Ghost scans the ship* Hasn't made a jump for centuries but I think someone in the last city may be able to fix that problem. Fortunately does it Fallen haven't completely picked it clean.

Joseph: *ask out of concern* will it fly?

Ghost: *looks at Joseph* I can make it work.

*The Ghost then teleports inside the ship and turns on the power and engines. The ship worked. The ship then hovers over Joseph.*

Ghost: Okay, it's not got to break orbit but it will make it to the city.

Joseph: *scoffs* well that's comforting.

Ghost: hey, it's the best I can do for you. *The ship then faces upward towards the giant hole on the ceiling.* Now-- about that transmat…

*Then a howl can be heard coming from inside an entrance and sounded bigger than a Fallen Captain.*

Ghost: *gets spooked* yeah, bringing you in!

*the Ghost Teleports Joseph inside the ship. As the ship hovers over a huge Fallen Kell came out and was prepared to fire. Joseph then looks at the controls and the fallen began shooting. He didn't know what to do but his instincts kicked in and then turns on the ignition and took the wheel. The ship then blasts off and heads towards the Last City.*

Joseph: *sighs in relief* we got out of there ok. Thanks.

Ghost: *giggles in joy* no problem. You're my guardian after all.

Joseph: *he then realized something* say, I never did get to ask your name.

Ghost: oh, hmmm… *thinks to himself about having a name but he never had one* well... I don't have one. Most Ghosts don't anyway so you can call me whatever you like

Joseph: really? *Acts a bit confused* Well I hate to call you Ghost all the time. *He then thinks to himself of what to call his new and first companion. As he sees the clear night sky above him it then hit* hmmm… how about Cosmo?

Cosmo: Cosmo? *Thinks to himself and kind of likes it* I… I like it. *Giggles*

Joseph: *gets boastful* well you gave me my name so it's fair for me to name you myself.

Cosmo: *get a little confused* technically that was already your name. *He corrects him*

Joseph: yeah, but I was technically reborn and didn't know who I was. *He then turns to his ghost smiling* You found out my name so I owe you.

Cosmo: *he corrects him again* you owe me a lot. Three to be exact. *He then corrects himself* But since you named me you owe me two favors.

Joseph: yeah? Well, thanks again for saving me. *Smiles then looks outside and sees in the distance lights over the mountains.* Hm… I wonder what the City is like.

Cosmo: *gets excited over the topic of the Last City* oh, you're going to love it there and there's many like you as well.

Joseph: can't wait to see. *He then yawns, he was a bit tired* Mind taking the wheel? I'm feeling a bit tired

Cosmo: sure… partner.

Joseph: *he smiles at Cosmo then took his hands off the wheel and Cosmo took control and heads towards the Last City.*

~end of chapter 1~

~Disclaimer I do not own Destiny 1 or 2 nor do I own their comics. I only own the characters I created the rest belongs to Bungie and Activision~

#Destiny #Destiny2 #Fanfic #Guardian #Joseph #Cosmo #Ghost #FallenKell

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thedeliverygod · 4 years ago

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Cinderella AU

I got this idea while watching the live action remake of Cinderella on Freeform (which is arguably the best version imo, fight me). And after blabbing about it to my discord group, ideas came together and out came this. Enjoy!

if you’d prefer to read on Ao3 or fanfiction.net please check out this link

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes: Chapter 1

For as long as he could remember, it had always been just Yato and his mother, Sakura. His father had passed away when he just a baby and for years, Sakura had never remarried. Unfortunately, that meant that she had to work long hours and take long trips once Yato was old enough to be left alone. Still, they made the most of the precious time they had together. On the rare occasion Yato did ask about his father, Sakura would always respond the same.

She would smile and laugh, “Ebisu was very clumsy, but he was the sweetest and most thoughtful person I’ve ever met. You very much remind me of him, minus the clumsiness, of course.” At that, Yato would beam.

Many years later when Sakura had come up from a trip, Yato was in shock when she told him that she had met someone that she intended to marry. In fact, he was a bit bitter; they had done just fine all these years by themselves. He had always taken care of the house while she was away and she had done just fine with the financial side of things, so what was the purpose?

It was at dinner when Yato saw a new sparkle to her eyes while talking to the new man that he understood. Sakura deserved to be happy, so he finally swallowed his pride and smiled along with the rest of them. Still, despite Sakura’s newfound happiness and his acceptance, there was something about this Kouto Fujisaki that rubbed Yato the wrong way no matter how hard he tried to shake it. But for his mother, he’d do anything.

Shortly before the wedding, Yato was burdened with another surprise; a younger stepsister named Hiiro. Kouto had described her as adorable but he honestly found her a bit creepy. She hardly said anything at all and mostly just stared at him in a way that gave him the chills. Thankfully, she mostly kept to herself and he continued to keep busy with things around to house as he always did.

Sakura had wanted the wedding small and simple, but Kouto would have none of that. He repeated that he wanted to show off his new bride to the whole world and wanted to plan an elaborate ceremony. Yato wanted to gag every time he heard it but the flattery apparently worked over his mother as that was exactly the way it turned out. The tight clothing and large crowd were enough to make him pass out, but he plastered a smile on his face as served as the ringbearer for the couple. Across from him, Hiiro looked quite unpleased to be the flower girl and he let out a small laugh at her expression.

And they were a “happy” family for a while. Then Sakura suddenly started getting sick.

It started with coughing fits, a bit of fatigue. Nothing that seemed too serious, but Yato constantly told her to make sure she didn’t overwork herself anyway. And then one day he was rattling on about something he had done earlier that morning and one of her coughing fits kicked in, he saw her pull her hand away to find blood sprinkled across her hand.

“Mother!” Yato immediately clung to her, ushering her to bed and promising he would go get a doctor. On their way up to the bedroom, they ran into Kouto and after updating him on the situation, Yato hesitantly left Sakura in his care.

The doctor unfortunately didn’t have many answers to give. He prescribed a medication to be taken twice a day, ordered bed rest, and assured them that he’d be back in a week to check on her condition.

Sakura only worsened.

It quickly got to the point that she could hardly speak. Yato stayed by her side, holding her hand and closely monitoring her small motions to make sure her every need was met. He only left the room when he begrudgingly agreed to do small tasks for Kouto, but he supposed it was the man’s strange way of asking for alone time with his wife so he let it be.

One morning Yato awoke to find that the warmth had drained from Sakura’s hands. And soon, much of the warmth was drained out of his life.

He didn’t have much time to grieve as Kouto kept him extremely busy, giving him much of the work that generally went to the housekeepers. Soon enough, he eventually was staying in the servant’s quarters rather than his own room.

Ironically, despite their relationship growing ever distant, Kouto had commanded Yato to call him “Father”. And so he did, despite the bitter taste it left on his tongue.

Years passed and Yato got more accustomed to his new lifestyle, surviving due to his hard work and the kindness of others as he waited desperately for the right time to escape. Freedom was getting so close he could almost taste it, but he still had to wait. The timing wasn’t right just yet.

He had tried before shortly after Sakura’s death and had been met with a terrible failure. He was beaten senselessly, starved, and isolated for several days.

Preferably, he wanted to leave with Daikoku and Kofuku, the cook and his wife who he had befriended over the past few years. Daikoku was a tall and burly man who looked quite intimidating at first glance but was a big softy at heart. Kofuku on the other hand was a tiny clumsy girl with pink hair and a bright attitude. They were the only staff left from when his mother was still alive, and it was mostly only because Yato purposely made a point to not learn how to cook well, at least to Kouto’s knowledge. It of course resulted in quite a few cuts and bruises for the several ‘failed’ dinners he had prepared, but it was worth it in order to keep Daikoku and Kofuku around. Afterall, they were all he had left.

“How would you feel about getting some fresh air today?” Daikoku strolled over to Yato as he hung up the laundry on the line.

He squinted and looked around in confusion, “Uh, we’re already outside?”

“I mean going into town and getting off this property for a little while, smartass.” Daikoku gave him a light smack on the back of his head, “I need a few things.”

“Oh.” He smiled sheepishly before retorting back, “Not sure if I would exactly call that fresh air, but sure. Guess it’d be nice.”

Daikoku smirked and reached into his pocked, “Thought so.” He pulled out a folded piece of parchment and pushed it into Yato’s hand, “Try to enjoy yourself somewhat, but I do really need all of this.”

“Of course, I take all my jobs seriously.” He winked before pocketing the list and Daikoku rolled his eyes.

“Just make sure you’re back in time so that you don’t get us all in trouble, alright?”

“Yeah, yeah. I got it.” Yato ducked inside the kitchen to grab a large sack to carry the produce in and quickly popped back out.

He had only made it through half of the yard when an overly sweet voice rang out, “And where are you going, Yaboku?”

Yato looked to Hiiro and tried his best to hold back a frown as he held up the empty sack, “Daikoku needs some produce from the market place.”

“Hmm. Alright.” She accepted his answer with a hum as she jumped down from the tree branch she’d been sitting on, “Just making sure you’re not getting any silly ideas about anything like running away again.”

His breath caught in his chest for a moment before he exhaled, “I learned my lesson. You don’t need to spy on me for Father.”

“One can never be too careful.” She replied before slipping away into the tall grass.

Sighing, Yato continued on his way with a mutter, “Yeah, sure.”

Yaboku was another way that Kouto, and now Hiiro, degraded him. It was another reading of his name, but it was not his name. It was another thing that distanced him from the wonderful life he had lived with Sakura.

Still, he had plenty of things that they couldn’t take away that reminded him of her. Cherry blossom trees, warm summer nights, certain foods… Some of them were just very vague feelings, but he held on to them dearly.

The marketplace was a fair walk, but not enough to tire him out. Dealing with the merchants and the crowds was more of the issue for him. After a few relatively small struggles, he managed to get everything on the list.

“Phew…” He wiped at his forehead, feeling the weight of the sack straining his shoulders and back.

Just as he was about to turn to head home, he noticed a blonde boy frantically rushing through the crowd and raised an eyebrow in curiosity. A few people gave the boy annoyed glances, but overall ignored him. Eventually, the boy found himself directly in front of horse drawn cart.

“Move!” Yato shouted out as he pushed the boy out of the way, the contents of his sack spilling everywhere.

“Wha—” The boy didn’t finish his question before he and Yato both hit the ground and the carriage quickly came to a stop.

The coachman of the cart was immediately apologetic, asking if Yato and Yukine were okay to which they quietly nodded before carriage’s door slammed open.

“What do you think you’re doing!?” A well-dressed man stepped out and moved closer to them, his face red in anger, “You could have injured my horses or caused irreparable damages to my carriage!”

The blonde boy’s mouth opened to respond, but Yato could see he was shaking in fear.

“It was an accident, my lord. I deeply apologize for my little brother’s actions. I should have been keeping a better eye on him.” He lied through his teeth as he bowed his head.

“A mere apology is not enough! Imagine if something had happened, how did you expect to pay for this?” He stepped even closer, his palm held up as if he were about to strike either or both of the boys.

“Sir, I ask that you please stop.” A female voice rung out and Yato looked up in surprise.

A girl who long brown hair barely hidden by a hood walked through the crowd and approached the angered man.

“And who are you?” He huffed in return.

She slightly lifted her cloak to show her family crest before continuing, “These boys are with me and I apologize on their behalf. They’re… new at this.” She forced a smile.

The man was speechless for a moment before he gave his own bow and apologized back, “No, I apologize for making a scene, my lady. I will take my leave now.”

She nodded, “Thank you.”

As the man nervously went back into his carriage, Yato looked up into the brown eyes of his savior. “Um, thank you.”

“I saw what you did, you’re very kind.” She gave a bright smile as she kneeled down, looking over to the smaller boy, “Speaking of… are you alright? What were you running from?” She reached out to touch his arm but he recoiled.

“I’m fine… and I don’t want to talk about it.” He grumbled.

Yato gave him a stern look, “The least you could do is say thank you.”

“Thanks, I guess.”

Yato shook his head and flashed her an apologetic look.

“Looks like you could use a bit more help, too.” Hiyori reached towards the few apples that had collected around her feet.

He gave a sheepish laugh, “Yeah, if you don’t mind…”

“Of course.” She smiled again, asking, “So what are your names?”

“Yato.” He answered automatically before nudging the blonde boy, “C’mon, I just saw my life flash in front of my eyes when I jumped in front of that carriage for you. The least you can do is tell us your name.”

“Over dramatic much?” He commented back before hiding his face, muttering, “It’s Yukine.”

“I’m Hiyori.” She stated as she continued to return various items back into Yato’s sack, apologizing, “I’m sorry, but it looks like a few things did get a little roughed up.”

Yato shrugged and gave a grin, “We’re alive and we’re not thrown in a dungeon or anything like that, thanks to you, so… I’ll take it.”

Hiyori flushed, “I’m sure you would have managed, but… I couldn’t stand by and do nothing.”

Yukine finally piped in, “Hey, so… That guy got pretty freaked out. Are you part of some super rich family or something?”

“Um, well… yeah.” She sighed and gave a frustrated smile, “But I hate it. I feel like I’m trapped in my own house. So I sneak out sometimes, like this.” She motioned to her cloak, “I carry around my family crest for emergencies like today, but he seemed so embarrassed that hopefully it won’t make its way back to my parents.”

“Dunno, rumors spread like wildfire around here.” Yato answered in a monotone. He’d heard far too many once Kouto came to live with them.

Hiyori bit her lip, “That’s true. I’ll just deal with it if I have to.”

“So if your family’s so strict, how exactly do you get out?” Yukine asked with his arm crossed, a bit of ire to his tone.

She smiled widely again as she explained, “Yama and Ami—they’re the servants assigned to me but they’re also my best friends. They saw how depressed I was becoming and suggested it to me. Well, Yama more so than Ami. I was really nervous about it at first, but I’m so glad they convinced me to do it.”

“But how much trouble do you get them in every time you do?” He asked with a blank stare.

“I would never—” Hiyori immediately began to defend herself but Yato interrupted.

“Look, kid. Obviously she’s from a different world than us, but we don’t know anything about her life just like she doesn’t know anything about ours so hold your judgement.”

Yukine glared but stayed silent, turning his head away.

Giving a soft sigh, she mumbled, “Thank you.”

“I guess while we’re on the subject—if you’re okay with sharing, that is.” Yato quickly waved his hands, correcting himself, “Exactly how often do you sneak out? Just because it would—it would be kind of nice to see you again. You know, just as a friend and not the girl who saved our lives.”

She gave a small giggle, “Right. Um, I used to sneak out at least once a week or so… the days kind of vary because I basically wait until every one else is so busy they won’t notice I’m gone. But…” She gave a harsh sigh, “Unfortunately it’s becoming more complicated lately. I’m of marrying age and all, so now I have to deal with suitors and…” Her groan practically turned into a growl.

“So uh, not a fan of the idea of getting married, then?” Yato laughed nervously at her sudden change in demeanor.

“That’s not it.” Hiyori waved her hands and shook her head, “I think it’s wonderful but I want it to be with someone I want to spend my life with, not who’s forced upon me. But also, the way I’m treated these days just makes me feel like everyone thinks all women are good for is just to be brides and have children and all that.”

“I can’t relate, clearly. But my mother was a wonderful person and she was the head of our family for many years so anyone who does think women are only good for housekeeping type things are sorely mistaken.” He saw a curious look in her eyes and sensed she was likely going to ask more about Sakura, but quickly shut it down, “Anyway, thank you for everything today. I really need to get going, especially since I’ve got to drag this kid along with me.”

“Who said I was going with you?” Yukine gave another glare.

Yato reached down and gently touched the top of his head which was at first met with a flinch, but Yukine relaxed as he realized it was a kind touch, “Well, you were running from something, so I figured you needed some place to go. And I’ve got the perfect hiding spot.”

Yukine took a moment before roughly shoving Yato’s hand away, “Fine.”

As they all stood up, Hiyori called out, “Be safe.”

“You as well. Hopefully we meet again soon.” Yato smiled before turning and gently shoving Yukine in the direction they needed to go.

A safe distance away, Yukine mumbled, “I don’t know why you even bother flirting, it’s not like there’s a chance in hell you could be with a girl like that if she really is from a rich family like she says.”

“I was not flirting.” Yato retorted, “I was being nice.”

Yukine rolled his eyes, “If that was just being nice then I’d hate to see what your actual flirting looks like.”

“Do you ever have anything nice to say?” The older boy asked, exasperated.

“Show me this supposed hiding spot of yours and we’ll see.”

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[Translation] IkeVamp Drama CD ~ Napoleon Bonaparte Ver.

This took a very long time to finish but here it is! Napoleon’s Drama CD translation!! We had originally intended to release these every 200 followers, so the other CD translations will be posted as we get them done.

For those who are unable to buy the physical CD, Cybird has also released the CD as a Story Set in-game as well, along with a stuffed Napoleon avatar accessory.

Set Sale Info | Napoleon CD Preview

[This is an unofficial work based on fan-translation. Copyright belongs to Cybird.]

Prologue ~ Napoleon Bonaparte ~

0:10 You want to know my name? It’s Napoleon. Napoleon Bonaparte. What? ‘Are you that Napoleon Bonaparte’, you’re asking? I don’t know who you’re talking about, but if you’re referring to the French revolutionary general, then that’s me.

0:38 Ah, you’re right. If I were truly that soldier from the French Revolution, then there’s no way that I could’ve lived, un-aging, till this era.

The things I’m about to discuss, do you swear to keep them confidential? Hm. Good answer.

1:04 First, within this mansion located deep in the woods, 12 men are living here. And with each of them, there is one thing they all have in common.

That is, they — these, great men who have all left their marks upon history — have all exchanged a contract with the master of this mansion, le Comte de Saint-Germain, and revived into this world.

1:34 The contents of the contract… that they would become creatures that selfishly live on the blood of others called Vampires. In short, that means that the residents of this mansion are all vampires.

1:52 ‘Why did they come back to life’, you ask...? That’s because, all of them still have things left undone.

For example… Vincent. Yes, that famous painter, Vincent van Gogh — his reason was that he wanted to create more paintings. And the physicist, Isaac Newton, because he wanted to continue his research somewhere peaceful and quiet. They all have their own reasons for being here.

2:28 …. My reason for coming back? My bad. Earlier, I said that all the residents here had made a contract with le Comte, but there is one singular exception.

I am the only one who has not exchanged a contract with le Comte, and I also have no reason for being at this mansion. Not to mention, once my life had passed, I had no regrets or lingering attachments to this world.

2:56 One day, I just suddenly found myself here.

Le Comte seems to think that it was because the world regretted the loss of Napoleon Bonaparte, but I don’t think that’s the case.

…. I think that — for the sake of meeting the one person that I will love, I had returned to life… that is what I think.

3:25 One day, that person suddenly came from the door that connected to the future, and for only one month until the door opened again, came to reside at this mansion.

Because of the times we spent together, the times we clashed and the times we smiled together — with this person who possessed such a straightforward strength and pure kindness, before I knew it, I had fallen hopelessly in love with them.

4:01 Throwing away their prior life in the future and having chosen to stay here, this person is more important to me than anything in the world… and right now, they are my precious lover.

…. This is the story of a certain day in our life.

—

An Especially Gentle Morning

0:00 Soft breathing as birds chirp in the background.

0:20 Five more… minutes…ngh.... Sheets rustle. — What is it…? Besides that, you need to come… closer. He pulls you to him.

0:53 Hm… he gives you a quick kiss. Hm…? Ah, sorry. Did I… accidentally do it again? ‘You don’t even need to guess’... heh, you don’t have to flush so hard, you know.

It’s just my bad morning habit. But well, since it’s only you, it’s fine, isn't it? So from now on, you should get used to it.

1:40 And anyways… last night, we did things more embarrassing than just this. Though I do remember last night I was the one getting kissed….

What, did you forget? … Haha, you’re honestly so terrible at lying. It’s adorable.

…. Okay, okay, I’ll stop teasing.

2:18 Ah… as always, your body is so warm and soft. If I just stay here and hug you tight like this, it feels like I could just fall right back to sleep......

2:40 Yawning. Huh, it’s already this late in the day? Ah, you’re already awake? There’s no helping it, I guess. In exchange, let’s do it just like the first time we woke up. Alright? He kisses you.

3:11 Heh, good morning.

Ah, come to speak of it, I had a really amazing dream last night. It was a dream where you were always by my side, grinning in that carefree way you always do. And then when I woke up and your face was the first thing I saw — I was really happy.

3:44 Are you getting shy on me? Hey, don’t curl up and hide your face in the sheets! If you act so cutely… I won’t be able to help myself from jumping on you again.

4:00 Hmph… ha…. He kisses you again. Heh, it was a joke, so don’t get so flustered! Ah, but wanting to jump on you was real though.

4:21 Okay, since I woke up especially early today, and it’s rare that we’re able to spend a languid day like this together, should we head out?

…. Then come, let’s get ready.

—

An Especially Glittering Beach Date

0:00 The sound of lapping waves in the background.

0:05 It’s nice that the weather today’s sunny and clear. You mentioned before that you’ve always wanted to go to the beach, right? So I thought that I absolutely had to take you someday.

… What? Why are you so surprised? There’s no way I’d forget anything that you say.

0:27 But besides that, since we came all the way out here, let’s dip our feet even if we can’t swim.

Phew, it feels nice and cold. Everything looks pretty when the water’s calm. C’mon, you too — hurry up and get over here.

1:00 Water splashing. Are you gonna take off your sandals? If so then I’ll do it for you. It’s fine, don’t worry about it. Or is it that you don’t want me to?

1:22 Haha, you’re so easy to read. Okay, okay, I got it, I’ll take it off properly.

Yeah, brace your hand on my shoulder like that… raise one of your legs… heh, I’m not tickling you, nunuche; if you laugh that hard you’ll fall over.

1:52 …. And, we’re good. You put your feet back into the water and wade around.

See? The cold water feels good. Now that we’re here, let’s walk along the water’s edge for a bit. The two of you begin walking. Be careful not to get your feet trapped in the sand. Your foot sinks into the sand. Did you not listen to what I just said?

2:26 Guess it can’t be helped. Here, give me your hand. I’ll hold onto you so you won’t fall.

Your hand… it’s always so small and soft — sort of like a child’s, huh.

....I said it’s really cute.

2:58 At any rate, it really is calm and quiet here. Walking here with you, hand in hand, I feel at peace. It’s a bit strange how this makes it feel like those war days during the Revolution were things of the distant past.

3:24 Ahh, but at that time, I had thought that peaceful days like this would never return.

The deep blue of the expansive sea, the scent of salt in the breeze, and even the sound of bird cries, it feels like it’s been a long time since I’ve last felt these things.

…. Surely, it would’ve continued to exist like this, even if it was just me who didn’t notice them.

3:57 The happiness of these ordinary days too, is all because of you. Thank you. He kisses you.

4:12 Now then, we should head home before the sun sets. Besides, I want to hurry up and get you alone.

—

An Especially Sweet Shower Time

0:00 Grandfather clock tolls three times and gentle piano music starts playing.

0:12 Ah, it’s already this time? I guess we played too much today. When I’m with you, time passes in the blink of an eye — so fast that it makes me a bit worried. Hm?

…. Heh, no, it’s a good thing.

Whenever I’m with you, no amount of time will be enough? Something like that.

0:36 Besides that though, the two of us are covered in sand from the sea breeze. It’s probably a good idea to wash off in a shower before heading to our rooms. C’mon, let’s go.

0:55 ‘You can go first,’ you say…

But we’re going to get in together, right? Heh, what are you getting all embarrassed about — after all, I’ve already seen your body many times before. So…. He gets close to you. … I’ll rinse you off.

And anyways, I don’t want to let you go just yet.

1:22 Door opens. The faucet turns and water starts to pour down.

Hey, come closer. You’re covered by a towel so there’s no need to be embarrassed, you know.

Is the water too hot? … If it’s okay then that’s good.

1:49 Oi, it’s just rinsing, so move your hands. He moves closer. Or, can I just undress you just like this? … Haha, just kidding. Come, turn around. I’ll wash your back.

2:10 I was thinking about this earlier but… your nape… is really pretty, huh. It’s so delicate and unguarded… it makes me want to bite you…. He places a kiss on your neck.

2:30 You jump and back away. Heh, I just gave you a small kiss, you really don’t have to react to strongly. You’re seriously adorable.

You are… he kisses you… hah, what is it? Do you want me to touch you more?

Oi, if you give me that kind of look, I really won’t be able to stay calm. He kisses you again.

3:12 … Your lips… are soft, and warm. Open your mouth more…. I want to see your face when you lose your composure… you’re honestly so precious — I might not be able to go easy on you.

Ngh— ah, don’t fall down… cling to me tighter. Hmph… he kisses you again and again.

4:05 Heh… you’re really weak here, huh. I know that much, since I’ve touched you countless times before…

He sighs. This is bad — I’m gonna get dizzy. He turns off the shower.

4:32 Let’s go to my room… right now. I’m sorry but, I can’t hold myself back any longer.

—

An Especially Provocative Bloodsucking

0:00 Piano music plays.

0:08 Kissing. I wonder… why does even just kissing you feels good? Hah… more, I want more of you. Can I… touch you more?

0:40 … Whenever I embrace you, I lose any desire to let you go. You have no idea how much I always want you, do you? The only thing that I want… is always, and only, you. He kisses you again and again.

1:12 This is bad… if this keeps up, I won’t be able to control myself….

1:20 .... Oi, don’t tell me I can bite you so casually. If you’re so defenseless…. Sheets rustle.

What’s wrong? Suddenly moving like that — hm… getting a kiss from you is pretty rare.

‘I want you to take me, just like this’....

1:46 Hah… are you seriously okay with this? I’ll apologize in advance but, I can’t guarantee that I’ll be gentle.

…. Lower your blouse more and show me your neck. He bites you.

2:16 ‘I’ve been waiting for this’ — there’s no way you’ve been waiting for something like this? The one who let their guard down… is you. He bites you again.

2:36 Ah… seriously… why is it that your blood is this sweet? I’m a bit worried… that the other guys will try to take you away.

Does it hurt? … It feels good? Me too. It feels… endlessly good. So much so that I can’t have any blood besides yours.

3:14 Do you know what sort of face you’re making right now… ? A face that’s both adorable… and tantalizing. I want to claim you… even deeper.

Come closer. Surrender it all to me. Your body, your heart — even your destiny.

—

An Especially Gentle Good-Night

0:00 Piano music plays.

0:06 Sheets rustle. It’s already nighttime? A little longer and today will also come to an end, huh. What’s wrong, you can’t sleep?

‘It was fun,’ you say? …. Yeah, I agree. The time I spend with you always passes by in the blink of an eye.

But, when it turns to tomorrow, I will no longer be able to see the you of today. Isn’t it strange to think like that? Things that never change — there are no such things like that. So, I keep wanting to carve my existence, to leave some sort of proof with you.

1:02 So that once tomorrow comes — no even after that — forevermore, there is evidence that proves you are mine and mine alone. Because of that, I’m sorry. You’re too dear to me, and I was too rough. But also, you were seriously sexy, before.

1:33 It wasn’t just me though, you could barely stand it either, could you? Sheets rustling.

Hey, don’t turn around, now. Face me? Geez, now isn’t really the time to be embarrassed, you know.

1:56 Haha, okay, I got it. It’s fine if you want to stay like that. He scoots closer. But let me hug you like this.

2:08 Ah, come to think of it, tonight is a crescent moon. The night I met you… it was also this moon….

What? … You’re surprised that I remember the day we met? Of course. Even now, I can remember like it was yesterday.

2:40 Your figure when you came stumbling into the mansion through that entrance… I was definitely surprised. I couldn’t believe that someone other than a vampire had came through those doors.

Before those guys could find you, I had to save you somehow, I had to try and protect you somehow, was what I thought. I wonder why….

I felt that instinct so strongly in that moment.

3:16 When I met your eyes as you looked back, I remember that it was like my heart suddenly started racing. I was probably drawn to you from the first moment we met. How mysterious.

Even though we were born in different eras and different places, it feels like I’ve always been waiting for you.

3:45 To me, it seems like our meeting was not just mere chance, but clearly fate.

… If it means the same thing to you, I’d be pretty happy.

4:09 …. Heh, talking about this sort of thing is always embarrassing, huh. You turn over. What’s with that happy smile?

4:21 C’mon, it’s getting late so we should hurry and get to sleep. Here. Arm pillow.

Hah, if I keep patting your head like this… I’ll probably fall asleep just like that.

…. You’re filled with happiness? Yeah… me too. When we’re together, just like this, I’m at my happiest.

4:55 So, let’s stay like this for the rest of the night. Let me sleep until morning, with you in my arms.

Quietly. When I can feel your warmth like this… I feel at ease….

Good night… you too, rest well….

5:25 He kisses you, softly. I love you….. Now and forevermore, only you….

—

Ending ~ To The Especially Beloved You ~

0:00 More piano music.

0:05 Night. Inside my silent room, where only the sound of wind gently blowing can be heard. As I look at my precious lover, sleeping within my arms, I think — that I want to always protect this sleeping face, and that surely, I was born for the sake of meeting you.

0:36 If I said this out loud, I wonder if you’ll smile that flustered smile again?

The one I think of when a day is over and I close my eyes, the first one I want to see when I open them in the morning, is only you.

And me, who was living like a soldier — who lost many precious comrades to a grand ideal, who did many things that I cannot take back no matter how much I yearned to or how much I regretted them.

Therefore, not knowing why I was called to the mansion, nor why I alone continued to survive… I merely just passed my days at the mansion with that confusion.

1:35 And then, I met you.

If I think back on it, many things have happened since then. We laughed a lot, and went to many places, and even fought at times. Before I knew it, seeing your innocent smile would lighten the regrets and doubts that weighed on my shoulders.

2:05 And you told me that there are no wars in the future, but only peaceful days.

I can’t say for sure if what I did was the right thing to do, but because of you, I now know that those actions helped bring forth a peaceful world.

You said that I had saved you, but the one who was saved was actually me.

2:46 Since meeting you, I was able to take back something precious that I had forgotten. The brilliance of the morning, the deep blue of the sea, the color of flowers as well. With you, I was able to feel the world again.

3:09 To me, who knew nothing beyond battle, you taught me how to live again. It was only you.

I, who had nothing, you gave me something that I could once again yearn to protect.

Of course, there is no way I’ll be able to forget my old comrades. I will always shoulder their hearts and live on. In this way, I will continue to live with you in this world.

3:49 No matter what hardships we face, as long as it’s the two of us, I know we can overcome all of it. Even if one day you come to long for your old life, I want you to remember this.

No matter what happens… I am always by your side.

4:20 Through bitterness and through pain… I will carry those burdens with you.

That’s why — please stay by my side. I swear I will make you happy.

Thank you for appearing in front of me. I love you.

And for many years to come, I’ll be spending them by your side.

—

Cast Talk

Note: This section is part summary, part translation instead of a direct transcript like the past sections.

Hello, this is Napoleon’s VA, Nobunaga Shimazaki. Thank you everyone for listening to this CD.

It seems like there’s a topic theme this time for the cast talk. I’ll be going through them one at a time.

First off, my impressions for today. My impressions of the recording — wait but first of all, Napoleon, it’s been a long time since I’ve played him, so I was hit with this ‘as expected he’s this cool and charismatic, strong soldier character’ sort of feeling all over again during the recording.

Kind of like, ah how cool, he doesn’t seem like the type to be swayed easily — this kind of impression came to be when I was shopping at a convenience store.

And then I thought to myself that I had to try hard and act out such a cool character, so it became sort of like ‘wow Napoleon is such a cool guy! Uwah I’m gonna try my best, I have to try my best! Uwahh’ haha. That was the strong impression I had of him.

Finally today, I was able to show a cool Napoleon, so I’m really happy. Because of that, my mood is very fluffy and buoyant right now, haha.

Okay, the second one is, if I had an eternity like a vampire, what would I want to do?

Hmm well, I mean… would I really be the right fit for that, you know? It sounds a bit tiresome…. Of course, there are people suited to it, for example if you were Napoleon’s beloved person then being together forever would be nice, but… well —

Life is fun because it’s limited. It’s a similar sort of thing to how because work is busy, the breaks become more fun, I think. If all I had was time… I think it would become pretty draining —

But well, if I had an eternity, if I could do anything, then I think I would try to create a world? Or a star, or something like that.

I can’t make, like, a real brand name or anything, but maybe something like creating a world as I like it, sort of like playing God. I think if I can do that then that would be enough fun for me, like there would be plenty of things to do with just that — things that I can and can’t do with my own creations and such. Yup, something like that.

Third is, like the revolutionary Napoleon, is there anything you want to revolutionize?

Something I want to revolutionize?! Is there anything like that? Something I want to revolutionize…. Uhhhhh, recently I’ve been thinking about how it would nice if things could be more comfortable for me, but there’s nothing that I’d say I want to revolutionize.

I don’t think there’s much of a revolutionary in me? When doing something or starting something determination would overflow and I’d be like “I’ll accomplish this and this” or “I’ll write this” or “I’ll kill this” and the like. But to revolutionize something I think it would have to start from some dissatisfaction with the current era and the desire to change, but I don’t really think I have anything I’m dissatisfied with about the current era?

How to say it, there are things I wonder about like how something would become, or how something would end up, or how it would be nice if things turned out this way, and such, but would you call that the heart of a revolutionary?

Of course I have dreams and aspirations and this and that that I want to do in the future, but I don’t think there’s anything that I want to change. Mmhm… taking is easy is the best way.

Last of all, to everyone who’s listening to this, please talk about Napoleon’s charming points.

Well, I mean, everyone who had gone out and bought this volume are people who love Napoleon, right? Thank you very much!

But, it’s really hard to get CDs nowadays, right? Times are a bit rough financially lately, right?? Seriously, thank you very much!!

As such, all the listeners probably surely know Napoleon’s charm better than I do, ahaha. But in my opinion, even though he’s a smart person, my favorite thing is that he’s a very steady, cool unwavering person. That sort of stead person, and then once he falls in love, you’re able to see those wavering eyes. It’s not particularly a gap (moe) per se, but it may be pretty charming — the difference between his usual coolness and his heart, and because of that, it’s a humanizing aspect. It makes you think that he’s a very captivating person, is what I think.

Hm, but when you compare the historical Napoleon to the game, you can gain various ideas that take flight, and then you study history and it’s like killing two birds, three birds, six birds with one stone. IkeVamp as a game is a bit different, right? So when you play the game and compare them, there are things like “oh he killed people!!”, and in this way, I hope you continue to enjoy IkeVamp!

This has been Nobunaga Shimazaki! Thank you very much!!

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#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #napoleon #drama cd #translation #200 followers celebration #advancing the napoleon agenda #sorry for the delay!#september 2019 #jp ikevamp

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