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死 KKANGPAE | #11 死

† embers in the night †

"Camping trips are not your favorite thing in the world, but if Moon made it a thing, then you might as well swallow it up. Just like you swallow up Jeon's glances across the fire during the truth or dare game, or the way the flame of his cigarette glows amber in the distance and you somehow manage to know it's him.

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word count: 6.5k

rating: mature

content: camping trip stuff, grab the flag game, jessi and V bantering, jessi being a queen, friendship, truth or dare, sexual tension, hidden cig encounters, lowkey innuedo

☠ author's note ☠

You bitches. You unhinged little chaos goblins. DID YOU miss you trees, tension, and team-building trauma? Well, here's more of that.

Who would've thought? Not Moon. He just wanted to force the criminal girlies into the woods like it was a corporate retreat gone feral.

This chapter was so much fun to write. Like. The sheer range. One second we’re all sunburnt and pissed, and the next we’re watching Jessi roundhouse-kick a flagpole while V monologues like he’s in Phantom of the Opera (Violent Remix).

I really loved exploring the absolute clownery of this “team bonding” mission while sneaking in all these little character moments. Jessi and V’s rivalry? I LOVE THEM. SIBLING VIBES BUT MAKE IT DEADLY. ALSOOOO JM’s cardigan diplomacy? Flawless. Takama being a soft deadly kiwi?? I weep.

And then there’s Jeon.

Brooding. Smoking. Being allergic to feelings like it’s his job. (Which, to be fair, it kind of is.)

That last scene?? Baby girl. Baby DARLING. If you didn’t feel that in your knees, go reread.

Also. Also. Can we take a moment to appreciate the absolute tomfoolery of “Never Have I Ever” in a group full of criminals?? Like—everyone’s drinking. Everyone’s unwell. AD’s collecting blackmail. JM’s watching V with that “I’m not touching you but I’m thinking about it” gaze.

And Y/N?? Dropping that bomb about attraction like the menace she is. Girlie took a sip of that chaos juice and said “bet.” Queen behavior.

Anyway. All I’m saying is... get ready for next chapter. Hihihi.

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The sun is being a real bitch today.

You wipe the sweat off your forehead for what feels like the millionth time, cursing whoever decided winter should feel like summer.

Moon, that conniving bastard.

His brilliant idea of "team bonding" in the mountains somehow got RM's stamp of approval, and now here you are, hiking up this godforsaken trail with the rest of Kkangpae's finest.

The gravel crunches under your boots as you trudge along. Something about seeing each other's "true colors" and "building trust," Moon had said. You snort. Leave it to him to turn a camping trip into some deep psychological experiment.

Up ahead, Jeon's leading the pack like the brooding commander he is. You watch him navigate the path with that focused intensity of his, all broad shoulders and purposeful strides. Everyone else keeps their distance—smart of them, really. His storm-cloud aura is doing that thing again, the one that makes the air feel electric and h̶o̶t̶ dangerous.

V bounces around near him like some deranged mountain sprite, which would be funny if it wasn't so unnerving. One second he's scaling rocks like some kind of professional climber, the next he's pelting people with pine cones, cackling like a kid on a sugar rush.

The contrast between him and Jeon is almost comical—darkness and chaos, wrapped up in two very different packages.

"Watch your step here," Flower calls out from behind you, her voice steady and sure.

You glance back to see her expertly maneuvering around a particularly treacherous patch of loose rocks. She makes everything look effortless, even hiking in this heat.

God, teach you her ways.

Jessi's voice cuts through suddenly: "Keep up the pace, we're not here for sightseeing!"

You can't help but grin as you watch her march ahead, red ponytail swinging like a battle flag. Even in hiking gear, she manages to look fierce as hell. Her division members trail behind her like ducklings, trying (and failing) to match her energy.

Something about seeing everyone out here, away from the castle's shadows and politics, feels weirdly raw. Real. You're all still the same dangerous people, just... dustier. Sweatier.

Maybe that was Moon's point all along.

Sneaky bastard.

The late afternoon sun bathes everything in gold, and you can't help but snort at the sight before you. It's absurdly funny seeing Kkangpae's finest trudging through nature like some twisted corporate retreat.

AD looks particularly out of place, blonde hair catching the light like a beacon as he leads his team of tech nerds through the wilderness. They're all following him like lost puppies, probably experiencing their first dose of vitamin D in months. You notice how his casual slouch doesn't quite mask the way his eyes keep scanning the treeline. Old habits die hard, huh?

"For fuck's sake, watch where you're stepping!" J-Hope's voice cuts through the air, his usual crankiness making a brief appearance as one of his medics nearly trips over a root.

Still, there's something different about him out here.

Less Dr. Jekyll, more... well, still Dr. Jekyll, but maybe after a cup of chamomile tea.

His team's got enough medical supplies to handle a small apocalypse, which is probably smart given this crowd.

And then there's JM, floating through it all like some ethereal woodland creature in his oversized cardigan. His financial team looks hilariously out of their element, but they're managing to keep up, probably because JM's presence is as calming as ever.

Though you'd bet good money those designer shoes aren't going to survive this trip.

The path finally opens up to a view that actually makes you pause.

Damn.

The valley stretches out below, all misty blues and greens, and for a moment, you forget you're part of a criminal organization of sorts. Everyone else seems to feel it too—this weird, peaceful vibe that has no business existing among a bunch of gang members.

"Alright, let's set up camp here." Moon's voice breaks the spell, all business as usual. But even his sunglasses can't hide the fact that he's actually enjoying this ridiculous situation.

You watch as everyone scrambles to follow his orders, divisions mixing like some bizarre summer camp activity—and it's kinda funny, seeing assassins and hackers arguing over how to pitch a tent.

Moon clears his voice like a professor about to announce a pop quiz. "Alright, everyone!"

You fight back an eye roll. Of course. The camping trip is not but some structured learning experience.

"Before we set up for the night, we have an activity." There's something almost gleeful in his tone that makes you nervous. "It's a team-building exercise, but with a Kkangpae twist."

Oh great. You watch as everyone exchanges looks, probably sharing your thought that nothing good ever comes from the words "team-building" and "twist" in the same sentence.

"We're going to split into mixed teams," Moon explains, pushing his round glasses up his nose. "Your task is to find and retrieve a flag hidden somewhere in this area. First team back wins."

You catch Jeon's subtle shift in posture—that slight straightening of his shoulders that means his competitive side just woke up. Meanwhile, V's grinning like someone told him there's cookies, which is honestly terrifying given his track record with "games."

"You'll need to use your skills cooperatively," Moon adds, like he's reading from some corporate manual. "This exercise is about strategy, teamwork, and understanding each other's strengths."

"Sounds like fun," Jessi cuts in, hands on her hips. "But what's the catch, Moon?"

Moon's lips curl into what might actually be a grin—holy shit, someone document this rare occurrence—before he drops the bomb: "You must stick together at all times, no one can be left behind. And remember, the forest can be deceptive. Stay alert." He pauses for dramatic effect. "Whoever wins gets to choose sleeping tent and partner."

Well, fuck.

The clearing erupts into motion as people start grouping up, and suddenly you're caught in the middle of what feels like the world's most dangerous game of musical chairs.

Your team's a weird mix, but maybe that's the point.

There's Jessi, JM, and Takama—the powerhouse trio you actually know—plus a handful of faces you usually just pass in the castle hallways.

There's Hyun from Medical, who looks like he'd rather be anywhere else but manages to radiate competence anyway. Seojoon from Cyber's got that twitchy energy all AD's people seem to share, like he's searching for a WiFi signal in this godforsaken forest. And then there's Minji from Stealth, who moves like she's made of smoke—seriously, how does she make hiking look graceful?

"Okay, team." Jessi's already taking charge, because of course she is. Her ponytail swings as she surveys your group like a general reviewing troops. "We've got a diverse set of skills here, and we're going to use them to win this."

JM hums in agreement, somehow making his oversized cardigan look appropriate for a hike. "Let's keep communication open and clear."

"The flag's probably hidden somewhere difficult," Takama cuts in. You've seen him around Jeon enough to recognize that tactical mind at work. "We should start in the denser areas."

The others chime in with their two cents—Hyun promising to play medic (thanks, but let's not need that), Seojoon muttering about search grids like this is some kind of programming problem, and Minji suggesting stealth like she's on an actual mission.

You nod along, trying not to roll your eyes at how seriously everyone's taking this glorified scavenger hunt. "Alright, we've got a plan. Let's just... not die in the process?"

Your ragtag team heads into the forest, and wow, Moon really picked the worst terrain possible. The ground's basically trying to trip you with every step, and these bushes are definitely winning the war against your clothes. But between Seojoon's weirdly effective grid system and Minji's silent-assassin routine, you're actually making decent progress.

Maybe this won't be a total disaster after all.

You can't help but grin as you listen to Jessi and JM's back-and-forth.

"You know," Jessi starts, that trademark smirk of hers making an appearance, "I'm not one for all this sneaking around. If it were up to me, I'd charge through these woods, make a beeline for that flag, and dare anyone to try and stop me."

JM chuckles, and you swear you can feel the calming effect it has on everyone. "That's exactly why we're here, Jessi. To learn different approaches. Besides, subtlety can be just as powerful as brute force, don't you think?"

"Maybe there's some strength in silence," Jessi admits, nodding at Minji. "But come on, it's hard to deny the rush of a good brawl."

"I get that," JM says, his eyes scanning the trees like he's trying to find a hidden Excel spreadsheet or something. "But we're a team. This is about more than just strength. It's about using our heads, too."

Jessi lets out a laugh that probably scares off half the wildlife in a five-mile radius. She claps JM on the back, and you wince, half-expecting him to topple over. But nope, he doesn't even flinch.

Guess that cardigan's hiding some muscle.

"That's why you're here, Jimin," Jessi grins. "You keep us grounded and thinking. But if we do come across another team, I'm not holding back!"

"You wouldn't be Jessi if you did," JM responds with a smile that's way too sweet for a guy who probably knows twenty-five ways to launder money through a lemonade stand. "Just make sure to keep that energy until we find the flag. We'll need it."

You watch as they fall into step together, and it's kind of... nice? In a weird, 'we're-all-criminals-but-hey-found-family' kind of way.

"You're the calm to my storm, Chimchim," Jessi says, and oh, this is the first time you're seeing her softer side. "But let's not forget, we've got Chaewon in another team and there's no way I'm letting her beat us."

JM grins, and you swear you can see the gears turning in that big brain of his. "Not a chance. We've got this." His eyes flick to Jessi's feet. "Just watch your step, though. Can't have you charging off and spraining an ankle. We need you in top form, Jessi."

You bite back a snort. Leave it to JM to be all caring while also low-key telling Jessi to chill the fuck out.

As you trudge along behind them, you can't help but wonder what the other teams are up to. E̶s̶p̶e̶c̶i̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ ̶J̶e̶o̶n̶'s.

Not that you care. Nope. Not at all.

Your throat feels like sandpaper, and you realize with growing irritation that your water bottle is probably sitting pretty back at camp, completely useless to you right now. Great going, genius.

You're in the middle of cursing your own stupidity when Takama falls into step beside you. For Jeon's second-in-command, he's surprisingly... not terrifying?

"You look like you could use this," he says, offering his canteen with a smile that actually reaches his eyes. It's weird seeing such a genuine expression on someone from the Assassination Division.

"Thanks, Takama." You accept the water, trying not to look as desperately thirsty as you feel. "I can't believe I left mine back at camp."

The water hits different when you're this thirsty. You try not to chug it like some dehydrated gremlin, but it's a close call.

"It happens to the best of us," he says, and there's something almost kind in his voice. "Just remember to stay hydrated. We've got a long day ahead of us."

You hand back his canteen, feeling weirdly touched by the gesture. "I owe you one."

"No worries. We're all here to look out for each other, right?"

He says it so easily, like it's the most natural thing in the world. Like we're not all part of a criminal organization where trust usually comes with a price tag.

It hits you then—Takama's actually nice. Not in that fake, calculated way some gang members are, but genuinely considerate. The kind of person who notices when someone's struggling and helps without making a big deal out of it.

You watch him scan the forest ahead, radiating both competence and awareness at the same time. You can't help but think it's almost funny how he ended up as Jeon's right hand—they're like night and day. Where Jeon's all storm clouds and sharp edges, Takama's more like... well, a really deadly teddy bear with a shaved head?

A soft kiwi, maybe?

What even is this gang anymore?

Hyun's voice interrupts your inner chatter. "Eyes peeled, everyone. We're approaching a likely area."

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. No shit, Sherlock.

And then the trees loom overhead, casting weird shadows that make every bush look like a potential hiding spot. You're starting to think Moon's got a sadistic streak, making you play hide and seek in this green maze.

Minji glides forward like some forest nymph, graceful and silent. It's almost annoying how effortlessly she moves. You, on the other hand, feel about as stealthy as a drunk elephant.

"We're making good progress," Seojoon mutters, probably to his imaginary friend.

The guy's been muttering to himself this whole time. You're half convinced he's got a spreadsheet running in his head.

The sun's starting to dip, painting everything in that Instagram-worthy golden hour light. It'd be pretty if it didn't also mean you're running out of time, because where the fuck is the goddamn flag?

You all keep moving together until Jessi throws up her hand like she's hailing a taxi in the middle of the woods.

"You hear that?" she whispers, and there's this glint in her eye that screams 'trouble'.

You strain your ears and—oh. Oh shit. That's definitely the sound of people nearby. Your heart does this weird little skip, part 'fuck yeah' and part 'oh fuck'.

"We move quiet, we move fast," Jessi hisses. "Remember, they're not expecting us. We've got the element of surprise. Let's use it."

You all nod like a bunch of bobbleheads and spread out. You try your best to channel your inner Minji, but you're pretty sure you look more like a constipated ninja.

Jessi peeks over some bushes, and bam—there it is.

The flag.

Your golden ticket to a decent night's sleep and maybe, just maybe, a chance to stick it to Jeon.

Your heart's pounding so hard you're surprised it hasn't alerted the other team.

This is it.

You watch as Jessi's eyes narrow, and you know that look. She's not just seeing what's there—she's looking for all the ways this could go wrong.

Then it happens. A rustle in the trees that's definitely not the wind, and before you can process it, you spot him. V, looking like some demented forest creature, perched in a tree like he's auditioning for a horror movie.

The moment Jessi and V lock eyes, the whole atmosphere shifts. Because fuck. You've seen enough of the chiefs' competitive bullshit to know this is about to get wild.

They both move at once, like someone fired a starting gun. V launches himself from the tree with that unnatural grace of his—so that's where Minji's gotten it from huh?—while Jessi... well, Jessi does what Jessi does best: something absolutely batshit crazy.

Instead of going for the flag like a normal person, she fucking roundhouse kicks the pole. The flag goes flying through the air like some patriotic frisbee, and you have to bite back a laugh because of course she'd pull something like this.

The look V and Jessi share is almost funny—like two cats who just realized they're both after the same mouse. Although it seems to be accompanied by this weird respect, probably buried under layers of competitive spite.

They both land, and V's got that smile on his face. You know the one—that 'I'm about to be an absolute shit' smile that you're really starting to associate with him.

"Well, well," he drawls, brushing off his hands like he didn't just parkour through the forest. "I must say, Jessi, you still know how to make a man's heart race."

Jessi straightens up, and you can practically feel the eye roll coming. "Please, V. The day you can outmaneuver me is the day the Council of Nine turns into a knitting circle."

V's chuckle is low and lazy, like he has all the time in the world. His grin stretches wide, equal parts mischief and provocation.

"But isn't that what makes it so fun?" He gestures between himself and Jessi with a flourish. "You, all brute force and chaos. Me, dripping with finesse. A perfect match, don't you think?"

Jessi crosses her arms, utterly unimpressed. Her gaze could cut steel, but V? He's eating it up.

"Finesse? Is that what we're calling your sneaky little stunts now? Sounds like bullshit with extra steps to me."

The air suddenly turns... weird. Like it's cracking with adrenaline and... whatever the hell their dynamic is. Though it's clear neither is willing to flinch, and the rest of you might as well not exist.

"Ah, but—" V bows theatrically, one arm sweeping out like he's on a stage instead of about to throw hands. "Subtlety is an art form. And me? I'm nothing short of a masterpiece. You know, not everyone gets the honor of sparring with the Stealth Chief."

Jessi barks out a laugh so sharp it echoes through the trees, momentarily silencing the usual rustle of leaves.

"Stealth Chief? Is that what you call scurrying around like some feral house cat? Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but sneaking isn't exactly fighting. It's just running away in slow motion."

Her stance shifts slightly, weight rolling to the balls of her feet. It's the kind of posture that makes you take a cautious step back, because you've heard of Jessi when she's motivated, and it's not pretty—for the idiot on the receiving end.

V doesn't even blink. Instead, his smirk deepens, resilient as ever.

"Coward, hmm? That's what sore losers say when they can't keep up." He tuts softly, shaking his head as if she's the one being unreasonable.

Oh, boy.

You can almost feel Jessi's hackles rise. Her eyes narrow into slits, a dangerous glint stealing across her face.

"The only finesse you're gonna have is figuring out how to pick your teeth out of the dirt, pretty boy."

It's like the temperature drops a few degrees—or maybe it's just the shadow of their looming chaos. Everyone else stays frozen, like one wrong move will get them caught in the crossfire, and honestly? You wouldn't blame them.

V circles her slowly, scornful expression still intact, obviously. But there's an edge to it now, playful but keen, like the blade of a knife.

"Oh, Jess," his voice turns mocking, "I'd consider you competition... if we were in the same league."

And that's it. That's the match to her gasoline fire.

Jessi lunges first—of course she does. She's all instinct, fast and explosive, and it's honestly terrifying how much energy she has left even after the trek through the forest. Her feint is quick, purposeful, a snap to the left designed to bait him.

But V's not a rookie. He doesn't take the bait. Instead, he stays planted, watching her with that maddening patience of his, tracking her every move like she's easy to figure out.

"Come on, V," Jessi taunts, her voice bright. "What's the matter? Scared I'll knock that smirk off your face?"

V leans back slightly, just enough to dodge her next swipe. He looks far too calm, that smirk of his like a permanent fixture.

"Oh, Jessi, Jessi, Jessi." His voice is mockingly soothing, like he's trying to calm a rabid dog. "I'd actually have to notice you to be scared."

You don't know whether to laugh or take cover. Probably both.

V springs into action like some unholy mixture of a cat and a ninja. This is the first time you've seen him fight, and honestly you're not entirely sure he's actually trying.

Maybe it's just the pure glee radiating off him as he dances around Jessi's attacks.

Jessi's not making it easy for him. She's fierce, determined—and girl's got stamina for days. But V? The bastard's treating this like his own personal performance art, ducking and weaving like he does this while eating a bagel for breakfast.

"Come on, Joo," V taunts, narrowly avoiding Jessi's grab. "Getting slow in your old age?"

"I'll show you slow, you little shit!"

Suddenly V feints left and Jessi takes the bait, lunging forward with enough force to probably knock out a bear. But V's already spinning away, cackling as he dives for the flag.

His fingers brush the fabric, and for a second, you think he's got it. But Jessi? She's not Logistics Chief for nothing. She hooks her foot around his ankle—dirty move, you love it—sending him slightly off balance. It's not much, but it's enough.

They both grab the flag at almost the same moment, and suddenly it's a weird game of tug-of-war mixed with what looks like interpretive dance. V's got the advantage of height, but Jessi's got pure stubborn determination on her side.

"Let go, you overgrown weed!" Jessi grunts, yanking hard.

"Ladies first," V purrs, and you see the exact moment Jessi's eye twitches.

She does something then—some crazy mix of a twist and a roll that makes you dizzy just watching—and suddenly V's grip slips. The flag comes free, and Jessi stumbles back, barely keeping her balance but clutching her prize like it's made of gold.

V's jaw falls, and it's like he's about to curse her out.

But then, he simply straightens up, brushing dirt from his clothes with exaggerated care. His hair's a mess and there's a leaf stuck to his shoulder, but he's still grinning.

"Well played, Jessi." The words come out warm, genuine. "You've still got the moves."

Jessi's victory dance consists mainly of waving the flag in V's face. "Not too shabby yourself, pretty boy. But let's not forget who the winner is here."

You watch them, these two ridiculous powerhouses of Kkangpae, playfully shoving each other like actual siblings.

Maybe this is exactly what Moon wanted you to see.

The walk back to camp feels like a victory parade.

If... victory parades involved a bunch of criminals trampling through the woods.

Jessi's leading the charge, waving that flag like she just conquered a small country.

The clearing comes into view, and suddenly you're all celebrities. The other teams are gathered around, some actually cheering, others looking like they just bit into a lemon. You catch a few eye rolls—sore losers much?

"And then—" Jessi's voice booms across as she launches into her dramatic retelling. She demonstrates her kick, nearly taking out a poor sapling in the process. "—the flag was mine!"

"Ours." JM corrects.

You bite back a laugh. Trust Jessi to turn a game of capture the flag into an epic saga.

"That's my girl!" Chaewon hollers from the sidelines, looking like a proud mom at a soccer game. She bounces over to Jessi, and they fall into their usual rhythm of playful jabs and inside jokes.

The attention shifts to JM, who's scanning the crowd intently—but before he can even open his mouth, V materializes next to him like some kind of demented jack-in-the-box.

"Come on, JM," V purrs, draping himself over JM's shoulders. "You know you want to bunk with me. I'll keep the monsters away."

JM sighs, but you catch that little smile he's trying to hide.

"I suppose someone needs to make sure you don't terrorize the entire camp." He shakes his head, fond exasperation written all over his face. "Fine, you win."

Now it's your turn. You glance around the clearing, weighing your options. Your eyes land on Yunjin, and something in your chest settles.

After all this chaos, her gentle presence feels like finding a quiet corner in a noisy room.

"I choose Yunjin," you say, and watch her face light up like a sunrise. "We'll take a two-person tent."

"I'd like that," she replies softly, and you know you made the right choice.

At least someone in this camp won't try to murder you in your sleep.

Hopefully.

The sun finally gives up its assault as evening rolls in.

Everyone's hustling around, pitching tents like they actually know what they're doing (spoiler: most don't), while someone gets a bonfire going. You find yourself plopped down next to Yunjin, watching the flames dance.

The clearing's alive with chatter and laughter—gang members discussing random stuff like normal citizens.

You notice from your periphery that Chaewon and Jessi are cackling about something, probably roasting someone (metaphorically, for once).

Their friendship hits different when you see them like this, all guard down and genuine.

Not far from them, V's got JM trapped in what looks like the world's most animated conversation. He's all dramatic hand gestures and shit-eating grins while JM just sits there, dropping these little zingers that have V practically bouncing.

The fire crackles, bottles clink, and for a moment it's like... you're at some normal camping trip.

If normal meant with your dysfunctional criminal found family thing.

"Alright, folks!" V slaps his thigh like some demented camp counselor, grinning like he just thought of the best worst idea ever. "How about we spice things up a bit? Never Have I Ever—you drink if you've done it."

The response is a mix of "hell yeah" and "oh god no," but you know everyone's going to play anyway. That's just how V's chaos works—it's like a black hole, sucking everyone into its orbit.

AD shifts against his log, looking way too comfortable for someone sitting on literal dirt.

"This should be good," he drawls, and you can practically see the blackmail material forming in his brain.

"Just remember," J-Hope cuts in, trying (and failing) to sound responsible, "I'm not drinking tonight."

You notice how AD's eyes flick to him for just a second, unspoken words being thrown into the space between them.

You don't have enough time to decipher it though, because soon enough everyone is grabbing their drink (or in J-Hope's case, what looks suspiciously like apple juice).

This is either going to be the best team-building exercise ever or the start of World War III.

"Never have I ever..." V drawls, and you just know he's about to say something stupid. "Gotten a tattoo I regretted the next day."

A few drinks go up, and AD mutters something about a phoenix that sounds suspiciously like a drunk decision gone wrong. You catch J-Hope trying not to laugh at that—probably because he's the one who had to deal with the infection afterward.

The game picks up speed, stories getting bolder with each round. Your brain's starting to feel fuzzy around the edges when it's your turn.

"Never have I ever..." You tap your bottle against your chin, grinning. "Bailed someone out of jail before sunrise."

The response is instant—bottles going up everywhere like some weird criminal toast. Jeon takes a particularly long drink, and you can't help but wonder how many times he's had to rescue his disaster squad from lockup.

"Never have I ever," AD announces, shooting J-Hope that shit-eating grin of his, "been caught in a ridiculous, bright yellow suit that could be seen from space.

J-Hope doesn't miss a beat. "Never have I ever walked into a glass door because I was too busy admiring my own reflection."

The clearing erupts with laughter, and AD shoves him like he wants to murder him. You swear these two are one bickering session away from either killing each other or adopting each other.

Then it's your leader's turn, and she confesses to some wild midnight adventure that has Jessi cackling, and then Jessi drops the bomb about her secret karaoke obsession—which weirdly, surprises nobody.

The alcohol's doing its job, making everything feel warm and loose, when V suddenly turns to you. His eyes are glinting with mischief in the firelight, and you know you're about to be targeted.

"Your turn," he purrs, and everyone's eyes swing your way. "Let's hear something juicy."

Oh, it's on.

Maybe it's the alcohol, or maybe it's the fire's dancing in your vision, making faces blur like some abstract painting—but suddenly you've got what might be either the best or worst idea ever.

You lean forward, propping your elbows on your knees, and oh—maybe sitting up so fast wasn't the smartest move. Still, you've committed now.

"Never have I ever," you drawl, feeling particularly bold (or stupid), "found someone in this circle attractive."

The silence that follows is delicious.

Then, the clearing erupts in laughter and the telling clink of bottles.

Your eyes scan the circle, catching all those little tells—the shifted gazes, the not-so-subtle glances. And then—

Oh.

Across the fire, Jeon moves. It's subtle—barely anything at all. But you see it. The way his dark eyes find yours, steady and unwavering, even as he lifts his bottle to his lips.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

Your breath catches, just for a moment, before you collect yourself. The fire crackles as if mocking the heat suddenly pooling in your chest. Goddamn him.

Yunjin's trying (and failing) to be subtle about her giggles, taking the tiniest sip from her bottle. Next to her, Eunchae's practically glowing, her laugh carrying across the fire as she drinks.

Kazuha makes drinking look like some fancy tea ceremony, all grace and poise, while Sakura's grinning like she's got secrets to spare. They share this look that makes you wonder if there's a story there.

And then; there's Takama. His face does this thing where it's completely blank before he drinks, but there's this little smirk playing at the corner of his mouth that says he's in on some joke the rest of you aren't.

V, though? He doesn't even hesitate. "Looks like we've got a crowd full of admirers," he says dramatically, raising his bottle like he's toasting to a room full of fans.

Your eyes catch how they flick toward JM for just a split second, and well—that's interesting.

Laughter ripples through the group again, and the tension eases, though your heart hasn't quite caught up yet.

It's still hammering in your chest, louder than it has any right to be, especially with Jeon sitting there, calm as a fucking statue.

You dare another glance at him, only to find his eyes still on you, half-lidded but watching.

Always watching.

The firelight dances across his face, catching on the silver of his lip ring, the sharp line of his jaw. You can't read him, and that pisses you off more than it probably should.

"Think you're clever, huh?" V says, pulling you back to the moment. His voice is teasing, but there's that signature chaos behind it, something wild and unapologetic. "Careful, sweetheart. Questions like that just set the wolves loose."

You smirk, forcing your gaze away from Jeon. "Good thing I don't mind wolves."

V laughs, throwing his head back dramatically as if you've just made his entire night. Meanwhile, Jeon hasn't moved, hasn't said a word. But you swear you can feel the weight of his presence pressing against you.

Like the goddamn hurricane he is.

You don't miss how JM takes a slow, deliberate sip from his bottle, and that little smirk playing on his lips. His eyes flick briefly toward V before darting away.

Huh.

"Guess we're all a bit fucked up, huh?" Jessi announces with 0 subtlety, taking a long drink and throwing a wink across the fire.

J-Hope leans back against his log, grinning despite his apple juice. "What can we say? We're a good-looking bunch."

Coming from anyone else, it might sound conceited. But J-Hope manages to make it sound like he's sharing some universal truth.

AD just sits there with that infuriating eyebrow raised, looking like he's cataloging every reaction for future reference—and the way his lips curve up at the corners... Yeah, he's probably acquiring blackmail material.

The game keeps going, and you all keep drinking. Everyone redoubles on the alcohol, guards slip a little bit and then the fire's dying down, but the energy around the circle is still very much present.

You blame the booze for the way your skin prickles every time you feel Jeon's gaze slide over to you.

Not that you're keeping track.

The crowd around the fire thins out as the night deepens.

A few stragglers remain—Yunjin and Eunchae huddled together like gossiping schoolgirls, while Kazuha and Sakura stare into the flames like they're trying to divine their futures or something.

You sit there, watching the fire die down, feeling that pleasant buzz from earlier starting to fade.

Then you spot it—a tiny orange glow in the darkness, like a misplaced star.

Cigarette.

And there's only one brooding asshole who'd be lurking in the shadows at this hour.

You get up, picking your way through what feels like a minefield of sleeping bags and empty bottles. You make it through some trees and bushes, and an owl hoots somewhere in the distance, probably judging your life choices.

Then he's there.

Jeon.

Standing there like some noir film character, all broad shoulders and moody silence.

The cigarette between his lips is the only thing giving him away in the darkness.

Dramatic bastard.

"Smoking again?" You try to keep your voice casual, but it comes out softer than intended. Maybe it's the lingering alcohol, or maybe it's just... him.

He doesn't even flinch—of course he doesn't. Mr. Perfect Assassin probably knew you were coming before you did.

He takes a long drag before answering, smoke curling from his lips.

"Yeah." His voice is rough, low. "Had to hide from J-Hope. He'd have my ass for this."

"And here I thought you quit." You lean against his tree, close enough to smell that addictive mix of tobacco and him.

Pine and wood and petrichor.

He finally turns to look at you, and fuck—the way the cigarette's glow catches his features should be illegal.

That smirk doesn't help either.

"Old habits die hard."

"Bad for your health, you know." You're not sure why you're still talking, but something about this moment feels... different. Significant.

His laugh is dark, barely there. "Ain't much about our lives that's good for health, is there?"

Silence falls between you, like tiny droplets of water during a sizzle.

You both know what this is—what it isn't.

You watch him take another drag, mesmerized by the way his lips wrap around the filter. The only sounds are some distant snoring and the occasional hoot of that judgmental owl from earlier.

"You ever think about quitting? For real, I mean?" The question slips out before you can stop it. Blame it on the lingering alcohol, or maybe just the way the moonlight catches on his lip ring.

Jeon rolls the cigarette between his fingers, and you try not to stare at the way they move.

Really try.

"Sometimes," he murmurs.

And god, his voice shouldn't sound like that—all gravely and burnt at the edges from the nicotine dragging down his throat.

"But it's like this—" He gestures vaguely at the darkness around you, at your whole fucked-up world. "It's a part of me. Even if it's not the best part."

Your eyes drift to his face, tracing the sharp line of his jaw, lingering maybe a second too long on his lips as they part to release another cloud of smoke. There's something dangerous about the way he looks right now, something that has you holding yourself back from doing something stupid.

Something really stupid.

Before you can talk yourself out of it, you reach out and snatch the cigarette right from between his lips. His expression shifts from surprise to something else, something you can't quite grasp. His mouth stays slightly parted, just for a moment, before he catches himself.

You bring the cigarette to your own lips, taking a slow drag. The filter's still warm from his mouth. You hold his gaze as you inhale, watching the way his eyes track the movement.

"Look at you," he finally says, voice rough and low, "preaching about bad habits."

You exhale, letting the smoke curl between you like a secret. "Consider it a public service. Just looking out for you."

You can't help the smirk that tugs at your lips.

He leans in—fuck—close enough that you can smell pine and rain and tobacco.

"By taking on the bad habits yourself?" His tone is teasing, but his eyes... his eyes are something else entirely.

Another drag, slower this time.

You're playing with fire and you know it.

"Someone's got to make sure you don't fall off the wagon." Your voice comes out lower than intended, smoke dancing around your words. "Might as well be me."

Your chest burns, and you wonder if it's really just the nicotine.

Dangerous territory, babe.

You watch as Jeon's eyes track the cigarette between your fingers. He doesn't ask for it back, and somehow that feels more intimate than if he had.

"You're a hell of a contradiction, you know that?" His voice is soft, barely there, but it hits you like a punch to the gut.

You can't help the wry grin that tugs at your lips.

"Aren't we all, in this game?"

The question hovers between you like the smoke curling up from the cigarette still nestled between your lips.

Loaded.

With all the things you're not supposed to say, not supposed to want.

His laugh, when it comes, is low, obscure. Utterly dangerous. It does things to your chest that you refuse to examine too closely.

"We are," he admits, and fuck, the way he's looking at you makes your skin feel too tight. "But some of us are better at playing the part than others."

You pull the cig out of your mouth, roll it between your fingers, watching the smoke curl up toward the stars.

Anything to avoid drowning in those hurricane eyes of his.

"And which one of us isn't playing their part right now?"

You catch the way his jaw tenses, the slight shift as he leans back. It's subtle, but you think you're starting to learn to read these tiny tells of his. The way he holds himself, like he's physically stopping from moving closer.

"We're both walking a thin line here," he murmurs, and there's something in his voice—exhaustion maybe, or resignation. "You know the rules as well as I do."

"I do." The words taste bitter on your tongue. "Doesn't mean I have to like them."

Doesn't mean you have to like the way he makes you want to break them. Squash them. Fuck them.

F̶u̶c̶k̶ h̶i̶m̶.̶

He watches you like he's trying to memorize every detail, and you hate how it makes you feel exposed.

Like you're simply made of glass and he can see right through to the mess underneath.

"We don't get to pick and choose which rules to follow." His voice drops so low you almost miss it. "Not without consequences."

Consequences. It's a horrible word and you suddenly can't help hating it. Fucking stupid consequences.

You take one last drag from the cigarette, letting the burn ground you. It's almost funny how that tiny ember matches the heat that floods your system whenever he looks at you like that.

With a flick of your wrist, you send it spinning into the darkness, watching it burst into sparks before fading to nothing.

"Then I guess we're good at playing by the rules, aren't we?" Your voice stays steady, even if your pulse is doing gymnastics in your throat.

His eyes follow the dead cigarette's arc before landing back on you, and fuck—there's something in that look that makes your chest ache.

"Yeah," he says, and you catch that hint of... something in his voice. Like regret, maybe. Or defeat. "We're the best."

It's almost funny how these stolen moments have become your new normal—these little pockets of time where you both pretend you're not thinking about breaking every single atom of space between both of you.

But rules are rules, and Jeon... well, Jeon follows them like his life depends on it.

And maybe, it does.

Too bad his dedication to the rules doesn't make him any less fucking attractive.

goal: 160 notes. If we don’t hit it, I’m putting you all in Moon’s next trust fall workshop. With V as your partner. Good luck.

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A Safe Home

Pairing - Tim Bradford x teen!reader

Word count - 8,174

Warnings - Tim shows signs of slight anxiety (it's my fic and I pick how I self-project onto Tim Bradford), brief mentions of Tim's dad, fluff, angst, inaccurate descriptions of how fostering works, swearing, mentions of guns

Summary - after his talk with Lucy, Tim decides to move forward with the idea of fostering you

Sequel to 'Unexpected Bond'

A/N - hey y'all, back at it again with part two of my previous Tim fic (this is what happens when y'all encourage me). I had a lot of fun exploring this second part and honestly, I did have another idea pop into my head regarding this story so that may or may not happen. anyways I won't ramble, as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback, and enjoy!!!

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After spending most of the night scouring the internet in search of answers to his question, Tim had finally come up with a game plan. As soon as he woke up in the morning, he placed a call to an agency, asking to be considered for fostering and he managed to get lucky with them having an opening for an interview that afternoon. With the interview secured, Tim then called Sergeant Grey and asked for a personal day which thankfully was approved which meant Tim could put his whole attention on impressing at his interview.

After walking Kojo, Tim got back home and found an email from the agency on his phone, with a list of things he needed to prepare for the interview. He let out a soft sigh as he read that he needed a letter of reference from his boss which meant he had to go to work to ask Grey for such a letter. He was hoping he would be able to prepare everything in the privacy of his own home but he figured he owed Grey a face-to-face conversation about why he needed a reference. After making sure Kojo was settled, Tim made his way out to his truck and made the drive to the station, silently glad he was going to arrive at the station after role call meaning most of the patrolling officers would already be gone, saving him from questioning from Lucy.

Arriving at the station, Tim entered the building, making his way back to Grey’s office and knocking on the door, waiting for Grey to wave him in.

“Bradford, I thought you were taking a personal day.” Grey muses, focused on the paperwork on his desk as Tim enters the room.

“I wasn’t planning on coming in. I just needed to ask you for something.” Tim says, standing before the desk, watching as Grey’s gaze shifts, looking up at Tim.

“What is that?” Grey asks, eyebrow raised as he sits back in his chair.

“I’m… well I am planning on trying to foster a kid and one of the things I need for my interview this afternoon is a reference from my boss and-”

“Fostering a kid? I must admit I wasn’t expecting that. If you need a reference then I’ll write one up for you. I’ll email you when it’s done.” Grey says with a nod, making Tim sigh lightly in relief, shoulders sagging slightly as he visibly relaxes.

“Thank you,” Tim says gratefully.

“It’s okay, Bradford,” Grey says warmly, smiling at Tim.

“If it’s not too much to ask, could this stay between us? If the fostering goes forward I don’t want her getting overwhelmed by people before she’s had a chance to settle in.” Tim requests, receiving a nod from Grey.

“This conversation will not leave this room. I promise.” Grey assures, his words filling Tim with confidence before he nods, thanking Grey one last time before heading out of the office and back out to his truck to head home.

Upon getting home, Kojo greeted Tim happily once he got home, acting as if Tim had been away for days. Tim then grabbed his laptop, opened it up and began to familiarise himself with what to expect from the interview while he waited for Grey to send the reference. Kojo hopped up alongside Tim and flopped alongside him on the sofa.

“Hey buddy, how do you feel about someone else living with us?” Tim asks the dog quietly, reaching out to pet him as Kojo’s tail thumps against the sofa, seemingly giving Tim the seal of approval. Tim reads through what to expect what feels like hundreds of times until he notes the time and realises he should go and visit you. After closing his laptop, Tim gathers the candy and books he bought you and puts them in a small gift bag before picking it up and heading back out to the truck to drive to the hospital. Tim had an easy journey to the hospital and made his way to your room with little issues. As he approached your room he noticed that the door was closed and worry began to grab at him, worrying that something had happened to you but thankfully as he stuck his head around the doorframe, he found you lying in bed, mindlessly scrolling through the tv channels in the naive hope of finding something worth watching. However, at the movement by the door, your eyes were drawn away from the tv and when you realised it was Tim you lit up, smiling as you lightly invited him in.

“Officer Bradford, what are you doing here?” You ask, turning the tv off before focusing your attention on Tim who shakes his head lightly at your choice of words when it comes to addressing him.

“Please, call me Tim. I thought I’d swing by to check on you and I also bought you some things to hopefully help this time in hospital a bit better.” Tim says, smiling softly as he approaches your bedside, offering the bag out towards you.

“Offic- Tim. You didn’t need to bring me anything.” You say, eyes flicking between the bag and Tim.

“I wanted to,” Tim says, taking a single step closer and holding the bag up towards you so you have no choice but to take it which you do after a brief silence. When you take the bag, you place it down in your lap, slowly extracting the items and taking a moment to appreciate every single thing he has gotten you.

“I’m sorry if this isn’t really your kind of stuff. I just googled things and hoped for the best.” Tim says, concerned by your silence and already trying to backtrack and explain himself.

“No, please don’t apologise. This is perfect. Thank you.” You say, looking up at Tim with a small smile and teary eyes, gratefulness obvious in every aspect of your expression.

“You’re welcome, y/n,” Tim says softly, moving to sit down on one of the chairs that sat alongside your bedside.

“How have you been? Feeling better?” Tim then asks, watching carefully as you nod, already ripping open one of the packets of candy.

“My side still hurts if I move too much but I’d take that pain over being dead.” You say with a slight shrug, offering the bag towards Tim and motioning for him to take one which he refuses at first but after a look from you, he concedes and takes one, thanking you quietly.

“No one’s tried to bother you while you’re here, have they?” Tim then asks, wanting to ensure everything is okay.

“I don’t think anyone knows or cares that I’m here.” You admit quietly, eyes flicking from Tim to the bed cover, picking at the corner of it to distract yourself.

“I spoke to one of my friends, she’s a detective and she’s agreed to help me open an investigation into the home you’re in. I’m going to follow along with it and make sure that something happens to that home.” Tim then says, letting you know about his plans to deal with things.

“I don’t know what to say.” You say quietly yet gratefully. Your whole life you’d been constantly let down by adults who were supposed to look out for you. Teachers looked the other way when you were bullied and Stan had never lifted a finger to help you at the children’s home. But now, Tim was doing everything he could to help you. Someone you had only met the day before was already putting in the effort to help you when no one else would.

“You don’t need to say anything, kid. I want to help you out however I can.” Tim says, his voice was soft and gentle as he smiles at you.

“You have no idea how much this all means to me.” You say, wiping at your eyes to conceal any possible tears from Tim.

“I’m just doing my job,” Tim says, shaking his head softly as you smile softly, your hand dropping back down to your lap. You and Tim then spend some time talking some more, and the more you talk, the more Tim knows he wants to foster you. He knew how it felt to constantly be let down by people you’re supposed to look up to so he wasn’t going to let himself be one of those people towards you. He wanted to make sure you knew you had at least one person on your side. After about half an hour of chatting with you, Tim noticed the time and realised he needed to head back to his to get ready for his interview with the foster agency.

“I’ve got to head out. If you need anything you have my number. Take care.” Tim says, getting up and excusing himself.

“Have a good day.” You say with a smile as Tim crosses to the door, making him smile back at you softly. He longed to tell you that he was putting himself forward to foster you but he also knew he didn’t want to get your hopes up, and then for everything to fall through. He wouldn’t be able to face you going back to a home after everything you had been through.

“I’ll see you around, kid,” Tim says softly before exiting your room, making his way out of the hospital so he can head home to prepare for the interview. When he got home, Tim showered and changed into some smarter clothes before rereading what to expect in his interview so he could be thoroughly prepared for any questions that could be thrown his way during the interview process as well as forwarding the reference Grey had written to the agency. As he finishes reading up the page, Tim puts his laptop away and makes his way out to his truck to begin the drive to the agency. The drive was silent, other than the rumble of the engine and the radio playing quietly. During the drive, Tim kept going over everything in his head to make sure he had solid, planned answers ready when he was questioned. When Tim finally arrived at the agency, he got out of his truck and made his way in, making sure to take one last deep breath before walking in and approaching the woman at the front desk.

“Hi, I’m Tim Bradford. I’m here for an interview about fostering.” Tim says once he reaches the desk, smiling at the woman as she nods and types something into the computer at her desk.

“Yep, you’re good to go and take a seat, Julia will be out shortly.” The woman says with a smile, gesturing towards the seats behind Tim as he nods, thanking her before heading over to a seat, sitting down in it and pulling his phone out of his pocket to pass the time until he’s called in for his interview.

“Tim Bradford?” A female voice draws Tim’s attention away from his phone and he looks up to see a woman with a soft smile who gestures him over.

“Hi.” Tim greets, smiling as he reaches out to shake the woman’s hand.

“Hello, Tim. I’m Julia. If you just follow me into my office we’ll get this interview started.” Julia says lightly, leading Tim back into her office. Entering the office, Julia takes a seat behind her desk while offering Tim a seat in front of the desk which he sits on, waiting for the interview to begin.

“So, Tim, what was it that made you want to start fostering?” Julia starts, pulling up the forms Tim had filled out on her computer, skimming them once more before focusing back on Tim.

“I got involved in a case at work where I helped out a kid and found out she was in a kid's home. I guess I wanted to be a positive adult figure in her life and fostering her would not only give her the support she needs, but it would get her out of that home.” Tim says, making sure he’s completely honest with Julia.

“It sounds like you already have someone in mind when it comes to fostering.” Julia muses softly, receiving a nod in return from Tim.

“Yeah, her name is y/n l/n. I found her injured yesterday at work and when I learnt the whole story I just knew that I couldn’t be another adult in her life who lets her down. She needs a stable and safe environment and I’d like to be the one who gives it to her.” Tim says, studying Julia’s reaction carefully, hoping he hasn’t tripped up so soon into the interview.

“That leads me nicely to my next topic. I’ve read your reference from your boss, Sergeant Grey. So, you’re in the LAPD. Do you think your job may have any effect on your ability to care for a child?” Julia then asks, looking from the computer to Tim who exhales softly, glancing down at his lap briefly before looking back up at Julia.

“I am very good at keeping my personal and work life separate. I only work overtime when truly necessary. I believe I’d be more than capable of looking after y/n.” Tim says, keeping his voice level and trying not to take her words as a personal attack. After about ten more minutes of questions and answers between the two of them, Julia leans back in her chair, looking over at Tim.

“Well, you have a steady income, glowing reference, and you seem very committed to the idea of fostering y/n so I can’t say you’re a bad candidate for fostering but I also cannot guarantee anything, you know how it is,” Julia says, smiling sympathetically at Tim as he nods, understanding that she was simply covering her bases. He knew that she wasn’t able to make promises in case things fell through, the same way he wasn’t allowed to promise victims that everything would be okay.

“I understand. But if there is any chance I can foster y/n, I’ll be there as soon as possible.” Tim says with a nod, hoping deep down that everything lined up perfectly and he’d get to foster you. As Julia got up from her desk, he conjured another plan in his head just moments before he stood up to shake her hand once more.

“It was lovely to meet you, Tim. We’ll be in contact with an update.” Julia says as she releases Tim’s hand, watching as he nods and thanks her before exiting her office, thanking the lady at the desk as he left, the second he left the building he dug his phone out of his pocket, finding Angela’s number and dialling it, lifting the phone to his ear as it began to ring.

“Who have you killed?” Angela jokes upon picking up the phone, making Tim roll his eyes.

“Hilarious. I just wanted to ask you something.” Tim says, beginning to walk over to his truck.

“Shoot,” Angela says, leaning back in her chair as she awaits Tim’s response.

“I was wondering if there’s any way Wesley might know how to help me get approved to foster a kid?” Tim says. Upon hearing Angela’s slight gasp, and the sound of her getting out of her chair to find some privacy, he began to wonder if it was worth asking her.

“Is this about that kid in the children’s home you were telling me about yesterday?” Angela asks in a hushed tone, clearly still making her way through the station.

“Yeah… but you can’t tell anyone. I just had my interview with an agency and while I know they can’t guarantee that I’ll get accepted as a foster carer, and they can’t guarantee I’ll get to foster y/n. I was just wondering if Wesley knows anyone who could help me out or something?” Tim tries, getting into his truck and settling behind the wheel while Angela ducks into the rec room.

“I can call Wesley to see what he can do. I’ll have him call you when he can.” Angela says, nodding despite knowing that Tim couldn’t see her.

“Thank you, Angela. I owe you one.” Tim says, a smile on his face.

“I’ll hold you to that.” Angela jokes before both she and Tim bid each other goodbye before hanging up the phone. Upon ending the conversation, Tim puts his phone away and begins to drive back to his house, fingers lightly drumming against the wheel to ease the anxiety that begins to build up over the length of the drive. When he finally makes it home, he enters his house, gets changed into something comfier and heads to the living room to sit down on the sofa and encourages Kojo to come and sit with him, letting out the softest sigh as Kojo settles down across his lap, the weight helping to ease Tim’s anxieties and helps him relax. After almost half an hour of mindlessly scrolling through various tv channels, Tim’s phone buzzes and he picks it up after seeing Wesley’s name pop up on the screen.

“Wesley.” Tim greets, his empty hand reaching out to pet Kojo as a means to distract himself.

“Hey, Tim. Angela told me about what you asked. I have a contact who may be able to pull some strings but ultimately I can’t guarantee anything.” Wesley says, greeting Tim before getting to business.

“I understand that,” Tim says, nodding lightly at Wesley’s words.

“Between you and me, I think you stand a good chance at getting approved to foster her with the home under investigation.” Wesley then admits while Tim perks up slightly.

“You think?” Tim asks.

“I do. My colleague may be able to get you approved early so you can foster y/n while taking any necessary courses or training just on account of it getting her out of the home during the investigation.” Wesley says, a smile on his face.

“Wesley, I don’t know how to thank you.” Tim breathes out, grateful for how his friends were willing to help him out.

“I’m sure I’ll sure I’ll think of some way for you to repay me,” Wesley says with a chuckle, leaning back in his chair as he hears Tim let out a soft laugh of his own.

“I don’t expect anything less,” Tim replies.

“I’ll talk to my colleague and see what she can do. I’ll be in contact.” Wesley then says, bidding Tim goodbye before they both hang up, leaving Tim to continue blindly scrolling through tv channels, his anxiety now easing a little. After ten minutes of more channel surfing, Tim decides to take Kojo on another walk, just to get out of the house and of course, Kojo was over the moon with the idea of a second walk.

The second walk was longer, and Tim made sure to go to Kojo’s favourite places and spend extra time in the park playing fetch. The walk helped to clear Tim’s head, helping him feel more at ease and more hopeful that with Angela and Wesley’s help, things would work out in his favour. On his way back home, content that Kojo had been sufficiently exercised, Tim’s phone began to ring once more and upon seeing a number he didn’t recognise, he picked up.

“Hello?” Tim answers, taking in the scenery as Kojo sniffs around a tree.

“Hi, is this Tim Bradford?” A male voice on the other end of the phone asks, making Tim raise an eyebrow.

“Yes, it is.” He replies, beginning towards a nearby bench and sitting down on it while Kojo sits at his feet.

“I’m Frank. I’m the head of the local fostering agencies and I’m aware you had an interview with Julia earlier this afternoon. Is that correct?” The man introduces himself as Tim nods lightly.

“I did yes. Is everything okay?” Tim says, and he swears in that brief silence between him speaking and Frank replying, he could feel his throat get tighter, fearing the response he might get.

“So, normally we wouldn’t do something like this but we’ve been made aware of an investigation that’s beginning to happen on the children’s home y/n is in and since you were such a strong and committed candidate, we’ve decided to allow you to foster y/n,” Frank says, and Tim felt the ten-ton weight lift off his shoulders at his words.

“Really?” Tim asks, part of him wondering if this was some elaborate trick.

“Really. Of course, we request that you complete some training but we will allow you to look after y/n to keep her away from the ongoing investigation but I imagine detectives would want to get statements from her if needed.” Frank explains, making Tim nod as he takes in every word.

“I’ll do whatever you need me to do,” Tim promises, already sitting up straighter on the bench.

“That’s what we like to hear. All we need from you right now is for you to come back to the agency and fill out some paperwork for us. We contacted the hospital and they’ve let us know that y/n is cleared to be released from the hospital’s care tomorrow so you have today to prepare for y/n’s arrival. Is that okay?” Frank then says as Tim begins to stand up, walking with Kojo towards his house.

“That’s fine. Thank you.” Tim says, a small smile on his face.

“Good. You’ll also meet y/n’s case worker, Kiara while you’re there. She’ll be there to help you and y/n through this whole process.” Frank then says, giving Tim the last bit of information he needed.

“Thank you so much for all this,” Tim says gratefully, bidding Frank goodbye and hanging up the phone before hurrying back home. The second he gets home, Tim gets Kojo in the house, before heading to his truck and driving back to the agency.

When Tim reaches the agency, he’s greeted by the same woman at the front desk who points him to Julia’s office, telling him they’re waiting for him. So Tim does as he’s told, heading to the office he had been in mere hours before, knocking on the door lightly and entering upon being called in.

“Tim, just the man we were talking about,” Julia says with a smile, gesturing Tim in when she sees him. Tim enters the office, noticing the second woman who he could only assume was Kiara as he sat down on the spare chair that was offered to him.

“I’m Kiara, y/n’s case worker. It’s lovely to meet you.” The second woman confirms Tim’s thoughts as she offers a hand to him and he’s quick to shake her hand in response.

“I’m Tim. But I’m sure you already knew that.” Tim says with a soft chuckle as he settles down in the chair.

“As you know, you’ve got some paperwork to go through with you so let’s get on with that first,” Julia says, pulling paperwork out of one of her files and handing them over to Tim with a clipboard so he can read them over and sign where appropriate once they’ve talked things over. As Tim reads the paperwork over, Julia and Kiara talk him through various parts of everything, making sure he’s clear on everything being your foster parent entails, as well as being told that Kiara was going to swing by his house to do a quick check to make sure he lived in a suitable environment for you. After signing everything and being thoroughly briefed on all the ins and outs of being a foster parent, Tim was finally given the okay to leave the office and he left with Kiara walking alongside him.

“I’ll just follow behind you if that’s okay?” She asks as they exit the building, watching as Tim nods, digging his keys out of his pocket before heading over to his truck while Kiara heads over to her Mini. The drive back to his house had Tim’s anxiety digging in once more as he thought of all the worst-case scenarios that ran through his head. He knew he had no reason for Kiara to not approve him and his house as a suitable place for you to live but he could not help but think of how things could go wrong. Would Kojo throw her off? Would the fact he carries an off-duty weapon be a problem? He tried so hard to focus on the positives but by the time both he and Kiara had parked outside his house, he had convinced himself that everything was going to crash and burn. Tim unlocked his front door and stepped in, causing Kojo to come trotting over to him happily.

“Kojo, sit,” Tim commands, pointing at Kojo who obeys Tim’s command, head tilted slightly as Kiara enters behind Tim.

“You have a dog? Can I say hi?” Kiara asks with a soft smile as Tim nods.

“Kojo, come here boy,” Tim says and Kojo immediately got up and approached the two, sniffing Kiara’s outstretched hand and panting happily as she began to pet him.

“He’s lovely.” Kiara praises.

“He looks tough but he’s a big softie,” Tim admits with a gentle laugh, watching as Kojo flops onto his side for more attention.

“Well, you’re off to a good start with how well-trained Kojo is,” Kiara says as she straightens up, beginning to make her way around the house looking at everything in and around each room while Kojo follows behind her happily. Tim can’t bring himself to follow her at first, feeling rooted in place with how out of control he is in this whole scenario. After a deep breath, Tim then follows after Kiara, listening carefully to all her comments about his house.

“I know you’re a police officer so I have to ask, do you have any firearms in your house?” Kiara asks, no malice in her tone but Tim knew he wouldn’t benefit from lying.

“Yes, I carry an off-duty piece. But I lock it away when I’m not using it and I’d never encourage y/n to use it or even be near it.” Tim explains, leading Kiara to the safe he has hidden away in his bedroom and showing her the handgun he has. As he locks it back away, Tim looks over at Kiara to try and gauge her reaction but Kiara appears to be the best when it comes to having a neutral expression. By the time Kiara had done a full tour of the house, Tim had somehow convinced himself that he’d screwed the whole thing up. As he walked Kiara to the front door, she turned to face him and smiled softly.

“Your house is perfect. y/n will have a great home here.” Kiara says as Tim tries not to let his jaw drop in shock.

“Thank you so much.” He says, feeling like he’s thanked people enough for a lifetime in one day but he had to let people know how grateful he was for their help throughout this whole process. After Kiara leaves, Tim turns his attention to his phone, aware of the text he had received while he was showing Kiara around the house. He found a text from Wesley, saying he had contacted his colleague so Tim replied saying that Wesley’s colleague had helped out a lot and so he thanked Wesley and asked him to pass Tim’s thanks on to his colleague. By the time night fell Tim was lying in his bed wrestling with his conflicting emotions. He was filled with both excitement and anxiety knowing that in a mere few hours, he’d be picking you up from the hospital and officially become your foster parent.

By the morning, Tim was sure he’d only gotten a couple of hours of sleep and that Kojo was fed up with how much he’d been tossing and turning throughout the night. Tim got out of bed after Kojo all but nudged him up, showered and changed before taking Kojo on a morning walk to stretch his legs. Tim had organised a time to meet with Kiara at the hospital to pick you up after informing Grey that he needed another personal day, thankfully Grey was understanding and gave him the rest of the week off so he could help you settle into your new home and routine. So Tim wanted to spend his morning setting up your room and ensuring the house felt as homely as possible ready for your arrival with the time he had.

Once Tim had organised your room, doing the best he could with what he had, he noted the time and realised he needed to begin heading over to the hospital. So he grabbed a jacket and made his way to the front door, stopping to talk to Kojo when he noticed him lying on the floor in the hall.

“Be good, Kojo. I’ll be back soon.” Tim says, petting Kojo on the head as he grabs his keys and makes his way to the front door, heading outside and getting into his truck to drive over to the hospital. Upon arriving at the hospital, Tim met with Kiara in the waiting room of the ward you were in.

“Hello, Tim.” She greets Tim with a smile, approaching him as he meets her halfway.

“Hi,” Tim replies, noticing the bag in Kiara’s hand.

“I went by to collect y/n’s things, she’s getting changed now. A nurse will grab us when she’s ready.” Kiara explains, not missing how Tim had been looking at the bag. At her explanation, Tim nods.

“Does she know I’m fostering her?” Tim then asks, already worrying about your hypothetical reaction to the news.

“I haven’t told her yet. I figured you could be the one to tell her.” Kiara says. As if cued, a nurse enters the waiting room and approaches the two.

“y/n is ready.” The nurse says with a gentle smile, gesturing for them to follow her which they do, heading into the room Tim had become very familiar with.

“Hi Kiara, I’m ready t-” You said, back facing them as you begrudgingly turned around, cutting yourself off when you realised Tim was also present.

“Hey, kid,” Tim says softly, smiling as you mirror his smile with one of your own.

“What’s going on?” You ask, glancing between Tim and Kiara who in turn exchange a look between themselves.

“We have some exciting news.” Kiara starts, both her and Tim watching as your eyebrows furrow in thought.

“I have decided to foster you. If that’s okay with you, of course.” Tim says, watching your reaction carefully, seeing how your eyebrows furrow further before you process his words and your jaw drops in shock, tears filling your eyes.

“Really?” You ask, looking up at Tim who nods lightly at your question.

“If that’s something you want,” Tim affirms and you fall quiet for a brief second, taking a deep breath before speaking up once more.

“Can I hug you?” You ask quietly.

“Of course, come here,” Tim says, extending an arm towards you and you were quick to accept the embrace, winding your arms around his middle and hugging Tim tight. Tim felt your shuddered breaths as you hugged him, making him hold you a little closer.

“Thank you.” You whisper softly, your voice thick with unshed tears.

“You don’t need to thank me,” Tim replies in a hushed tone, squeezing you tighter before releasing you from the hug, allowing you to step back.

“Well with that good news out in the open. Are you ready to get out of here?” Kiara asks, watching as you wipe your eyes with a nod, smiling wider than Kiara has ever seen from you before.

“More than ready.” You say as Kiara hands the bag of your belongings to Tim and gestures for you and Tim to follow her once the nurse has gone over some final healthcare things with you and Tim.

“I went and collected all your stuff from the home so you should have everything. Now all that’s left for you to do is head home with Tim. I will swing by every so often just to check up on you both but I’ll let you have a few days to settle in.” Kiara explains as you make your way through the hospital, heading towards the car park.

“That sounds like a plan. Thank you for everything, Kiara.” Tim says, stopping in front of his truck with you and Kiara mimicking his action.

“It’s been a pleasure. Take care, y/n.” Kiara says, giving you a quick hug in goodbye before making her way back to her own car, leaving you and Tim alone.

“Here, hop in,” Tim says, opening the passenger side door and waiting patiently for you to ease yourself into the truck. Once you’re sat down, Tim closes the door and loads your bag into the back seats, rounding the truck and getting behind the wheel. On the drive back to Tim’s house you maintained some small talk as you watched the world passing you by. You were seeing areas of Los Angeles that you had never seen before and before too long had passed, Tim was parking on the drive to your new home.

“I have a quick question before we head in. Are you okay with dogs?” Tim asks after shutting the engine off, turning in his seat to face you.

“I’ve never really been around any dogs. The only ones around the children’s home were people’s guard dogs so they weren’t very friendly.” You explain shyly, fiddling with your fingers as you think of the dogs that would snarl and bark at you every time you dared walk past their house.

“I promise, Kojo is as gentle as they come. He’s all bark no bite. Tell you what, I’ll head in first, put Kojo in my room so he’s out of the way while you settle in. When you’re ready we can handle introductions. Does that sound good?” Tim says, explaining the plan he had formulated in his head and you nod.

“Okay, that sounds fine.” You say quietly, unbuckling your seatbelt and getting out of the truck while Tim does the same. You wait patiently for Tim to grab your bag before following him to the front door.

“You stay out here for a minute while I sort out Kojo, I’ll let you know when to come in,” Tim says as he unlocks the front door and you nod, sure you could hear the tapping of claws on the other side of the door. Tim opens the door enough to squeeze through the gap and closes the door behind him, smiling as Kojo approaches, sniffing at his legs curiously.

“Sorry about this buddy, it’s just for a few minutes.” Tim apologises to his dog, gently taking hold of Kojo’s collar and leading him towards his bedroom, opening the door and encouraging Kojo inside, closing the door before he can turn around and rush back out. With Kojo securely tucked away in one room, Tim makes his way back to the front door, opening it and smiling at you.

“Come on in.” He says, picking up your bag and gesturing for you to follow him into the house.

“Wow, this is gorgeous.” You say, awestruck by the house and everything in it.

“It’s not much,” Tim says with a light shrug, making you laugh lightly.

“Here’s better than the home I’ve grown up in.” You say truthfully, making Tim nod lightly as he stops outside your room.

“This is your room. I’m sorry it’s a bit bare but you’re free to decorate it how you want.” Tim says as he opens the door, stepping back to let you take in your new room. You couldn’t stop the tears from welling in your eyes at the sight of the room. Tim wasn’t lying, the room didn’t have much in the way of decorations, and the bedding and walls were all plain white but the idea of getting to make the room your own safe space made you emotional in ways you couldn’t describe.

“This is amazing. I can’t thank you enough Tim.” You say gratefully, taking the bag from Tim’s hand and heading into your room. You place your bag on the end of your bed and take in the beauty of your room. After exploring your room, you then head back out into the rest of the house, pausing when you hear the light scratching of claws against wood.

“Sorry, he’s used to having run of the house.” Tim apologises, noticing how you had paused in place, looking in the direction of Tim’s bedroom.

“No, I’m sorry. I feel bad he’s been locked away just because I’m not used to dogs.” You apologise, feeling bad for Kojo.

“He’ll live, trust me,” Tim says softly.

“Can I meet him? I’ll feel bad keeping him locked away any longer.” You ask, looking up at Tim who nods lightly.

“Only if you’re sure,” Tim asks, watching as you nod.

“I’m sure.” You confirm, making Tim look towards the door.

“You go and settle in the living room. I’ll bring Kojo through.” Tim says, watching you head towards the living room before he opens his bedroom door, immediately catching Kojo by the collar as he attempts to escape the bedroom.

“Whoa there. You need to be a bit calmer.” Tim lightly scolds his dog, carefully leading him to the living room where you are waiting. Tim enters the living room slowly, keeping a firm hand on Kojo to keep him under control.

“y/n, this is Kojo. Kojo, this is y/n.” Tim says, introducing you to Kojo and vice versa.

“Hi, Kojo. You’re really cute.” You say softly, reaching a careful hand out towards him, letting him sniff at your hand from a distance. After Kojo had sniffed at your hand, Tim slowly relinquished his hold on Kojo’s collar, allowing him to step closer to you. Kojo continues to sniff at you, gently licking at one of your hands while your other begins to pet him, bringing a smile to your face.

“I think he likes you,” Tim says, smiling at the interaction between you and Kojo.

“He’s so sweet.” You say quietly, scratching Kojo behind the ear as he pants happily, as he sits down in between your legs. After a few minutes of hanging out with Kojo, Tim decides to offer to help you unpack and settle in and you take him up on his offer, heading back to your room, this time with Kojo accompanying you. You go through your bag, chatting with Tim as you unpack everything. As Tim was putting a jacket of yours away in the wardrobe, he caught sight of you digging through your bag, a panicked expression on your face.

“Are you okay, kid?” Tim asks, turning to face you.

“I can’t find something.” You reply, barely giving Tim any attention as you continue to turf things out of your bag, tears welling in your eyes when you empty the rest of your bag and realise that one precious item is missing.

“What is it?” Tim asks, picking his way through the clothes you’d thrown across your bed to see if what you were looking for had somehow gotten lost in the middle of your t-shirts.

“I… I had a stuffed animal. A small sheep. I’ve had him since I was little and a friend I had gave him to me when she got reunited with her parents. Kiara wouldn’t have known I had him because I hid him in my room so the other kids wouldn’t find him.” You explain, panicked as tears well in your eyes.

“Hey, don’t panic. Tell me where you hid him and I’ll go and get him.” Tim says, gently taking you by the shoulders, and helping you maintain control over your panicked breaths.

“You’d do that?” You ask quietly and your voice thick with tears.

“Of course, I would. If this sheep is important to you I’ll go find him and bring him back here.” Tim says softly, hating the heartbroken and terrified look in your eyes. He could tell this stuffed animal meant the world to you and he was going to get it back for you.

“Thank you.” You whisper, smiling at Tim while wiping at your eyes.

“No problem, kid. Now, tell me where you hid him and I’ll get him back.” Tim says, waiting patiently for you to tell him where you had hidden the teddy. Once you’ve told Tim exactly where you’d hidden it, Tim tells you to stay with Kojo, making his way to his room, grabbing his off-duty piece just in case Stan tried to give him any grief, before making his way out to his truck and driving over to the children’s home. When he pulled up outside the home, he barely had time to pull his keys out of the engine with the speed he was getting out of the truck. He marched up to the front door and pounded on it, waiting for Stan to open the door.

“What do you want? You’ve caused enough trouble around here.” Stan snarls as he opens the door, recognising Tim instantly.

“I’m just here to pick up something that Kiara didn’t pick up when she was getting y/n’s stuff,” Tim says, holding his hands up slightly to show he wasn’t here to pick a fight.

“You’ve gone and put this home under investigation. I could lose my job and it’s all your fucking fault! I should teach you a lesson.” Stan swears angrily, stepping closer to Tim in an attempt to intimidate him.

“Try anything and I’ll have you locked away so fast you’ll never get to see this home close down,” Tim growls in response, his low tone and narrowed eyes enough to get Stan to step back, all attempt at intimidation now thrown out the window as he allows Tim to push past, heading upstairs to the room you had said was yours. He opened the door, heading straight for where you had said you’d hidden the sheep teddy. Thankfully, Tim had very little trouble finding the sheep.

“Let’s get you reunited with y/n,” Tim whispers to the small plush sheep before tucking it away in his hoodie pocket, making his way downstairs, making sure to shoot a warning glare Stan’s way to keep him away before heading to his truck and making the drive back home. When Tim arrived home, he found you curled up on the sofa with Kojo curled against your side.

“Did you find him?” You ask, perking up when you notice Tim’s arrival. Tim nodded with a smile, pulling the sheep out of his pocket and handing it over to you as you took it gratefully, holding it close to your chest as you let out a soft sigh of relief.

“Thank you so much, Tim.” You say gratefully, smiling over at him which he returns.

“You’re welcome y/n,” Tim replies, moving to sit alongside you and Kojo. You spend the rest of the day lounging on the sofa with Tim, getting to know each other more. After having a takeaway for dinner, you stand up and stretch, glancing over at Tim.

“Can I use the shower?” You ask, studying Tim’s reaction carefully.

“Of course, you can. You don’t need to ask.” Tim says softly, watching as you nod slightly, heading for your room to get ready for your shower before disappearing into the bathroom.

When you emerged from the bathroom, Tim caught sight of you padding across the hall, shivering violently as you tugged your hoodie over your pyjama shirt.

“Woah, are you okay? Are you coming down with something?” Tim asks, already jumping to the worst-case scenario at how violently you were shivering.

“No, I’m fine. I just didn’t realise how cold your shower could get.” You say with a shrug as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

“I should’ve shown you how it works, I’m sorry.” Tim apologises, silently scolding himself for failing to show you how the shower worked.

“No, it’s fine. I know I’m not supposed to use the hot water anyway.” You say with a small smile, making Tim’s head tilt slightly in confusion.

“I’m sorry, what?” Tim asks, wanting to know why you had assumed such a thing.

“Stan always said that us kids weren’t supposed to use hot water.” You shrug, rubbing your hands up and down your arms to try and warm yourself up more.

“Okay, that rule doesn’t fly in here. You want a hot shower? You take a hot shower. You don’t have to worry about whether you’re allowed to use hot water because you will always be allowed to use it.” Tim explains, watching your reaction carefully, seeing how your head dipped, nodding shyly at his words.

“Thank you. And I’m sorry.” You apologise, making Tim feel like his heart is cracking in two.

“You have nothing to apologise for. It’s not your fault Stan is an asshole.” Tim says, resting a hand on one of your shoulders, smiling supportively at you as you lift your head to meet his gaze, shyly smiling in response as you nod lightly before a yawn spills past your lips.

“Sounds like you should get to bed. I’ll see you in the morning, y/n.” Tim says softly, releasing the light grip he had on your shoulder and watching as you head into your room with Kojo hot on your heels before making his rounds, ensuring all the doors were locked and the lights were off before retiring to bed himself.

Almost two hours after you had gone to bed you found yourself unable to sleep. You kept tossing and turning, finding the bed much too comfortable compared to what you were accustomed to. After Kojo let out a huff after what felt like your thousandth shuffle in bed you finally got up, grabbing your sheep teddy and a blanket before making your way to the living room with Kojo following behind once more.

Tim stirred at the sound of footsteps throughout the house and sat bolt upright, listening carefully to try and identify whether the footsteps belonged to you or an intruder. After a minute of listening, Tim identified the sound of Kojo’s claws tapping across the floor and felt himself relaxing, knowing it had to be you moving around with how Kojo wasn’t barking. After the house fell silent again, Tim decided to get up to check on you, worried about how he hadn’t heard you heading back to your room and he soon tracked you down, finding you lying down on the sofa, covering yourself with the blanket and using one of the cushions as a pillow with the small lamp on nearby.

“Are you okay, kid?” Tim’s voice made you jump at first, but you soon settled down when you realised it was only Tim, and Kojo settled down, his head resting on your stomach.

“Sorry the bed was ju-”

“It was too comfortable, wasn’t it?” Tim says softly, cutting you off as he crosses to sit down on the edge of the sofa.

“How did you know?” You ask, bewildered that Tim had figured it out so quickly.

“I served in the Army and did a few tours. Coming home after each one was the hardest adjustment period. And somehow the bed being too comfortable was the worst one. So trust me, I get it.” Tim says, letting you know that he understood and that he wouldn’t judge you.

“I’m just too used to the rock-solid mattresses at the home.” You say with a shrug, reaching out to pet Kojo after he noses at your hand for attention.

“If sleeping on the sofa makes you more comfortable for now. Then you can sleep on the sofa. Do what makes you feel most comfortable right now.” Tim assures you quietly, seeing how the gentle reassurance has made you feel more at ease.

“Thank you.” You say quietly, smiling at Tim as he nods.

“You’re welcome, y/n. I’m going to head back to bed but come and get me if you need anything. I’m sure Kojo will look after you.” Tim says, petting Kojo lightly before getting up, bidding you goodnight and exiting the living room to head back to his own room for the night. After Tim left, you turned the lamp off and laid back against the sofa, hand still stroking Kojo gently as you allowed your eyes to close. You had finally found a home, and it made you feel the safest you have ever felt in your whole life. And that was all thanks to Tim.

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pinkslipxox · 4 months ago

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Summary: surprising Billie with your wedding dress 💋🤗

Warnings: fluffy wife Billie 🥹❤️💍

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A surge of nostalgia hits you like a gentle breeze as you admire yourself in the mirror. The delicate white wedding dress hugs your figure beautifully, your hair cascading softly around your shoulders, and the diamond tiara resting on your head. Memories of your wedding day to Billie begin to play in your mind like a silent movie, her bright eyes and smiling face, the soft brush of her lips against yours, and the sweet sound of her voice reciting her vows all feel as if it was only yesterday. Your heart skips a beat as you realize that she will be home any second, and with excitement and anticipation, you hurry to the foyer to greet her.

Marrying Billie was the best decision you’ve ever made. You could hardly believe that you have the privilege to call her your wife. The bond that you share is built upon a firm foundation of love and respect, resulting in an unbreakable bond between the two of you. Three years have passed like a blink of an eye, yet despite the many challenges that inevitably come to any marriage, you wouldn’t trade any moment together with Billie for the world.

Warmth floods through you as the door opens. And you hold your breath. Her eyes land on you, and she freezes, her expression turning from exhaustion to sheer disbelief. For a moment she stands there silently, her gaze tender as tears prick at the corners of her eyes.

“Oh my god…” she whispers, and the way her eyes widen fills you with joy.

“Surprise!” you beam, delighting in her reaction, outstretching your arms out for her.

“Y/N, my love,” she whispers, breathless with emotion, her ocean blue eyes widening in disbelief as she takes slow, deliberate steps towards you. Billie’s arms wrap around you, pulling you in for a gentle embrace that feels like home. She’s soft and warm, her touch sending delightful shivers down your spine. “You look… absolutely stunning.”

“Billie…” you sigh blissfully as she gently pulls you closer, your wife’s lips pressing gently on the crook of your neck. You then pull away slightly. With a teasing yet loving smile, you ask Billie, “So, you still want me after three years?”

Billie’s laughter is like music to your ears, light and bubbly, as she closes the distance between you. “Want you? I would choose you every single day.” Her hands cradle your face, soft and gentle, and you can feel the affection radiating from her.

Your wife cups your face tenderly, bringing your lips into a soft kiss. It’s sweet and lingering, full of every ounce of love and devotion you both share. When you finally pull away, both of you are breathless, and she gazes deeply into your eyes, her expression filled with adoration.

“Pretty girl,” she murmurs, the nickname wrapping around your heart like a warm embrace. You can’t help but smile widely at her affection, feeling adored in every possible way.

“You’re the pretty one,” you reply, nuzzling against her hand that still caresses your face.

Billie chuckles softly, leaning down to plant another kiss on your lips, this one even sweeter than the last. The world outside fades away as you both get lost in each other, wrapped up in the warmth and love that fills the room.

“Hmmm… there is something from our special day I’d like to recreate,” Billie begins, her warm, husky voice sending a delightful shiver down your spine. There’s a mischievous gleam in her eyes, and you can only imagine what she’s thinking of.

“And what might that be, sweetheart?” you purr and you can’t help the smirk that curls on your lips.

“Our wedding night,” Billie murmurs, her fingers delicately resting on your hips, and you bite your lower lip.

“Oh really?” you breathe, looking up at her, love dancing in your gaze. “And how do you plan on doing that?”

“You know,” she replies with a smirk, her lips brushing against your ear, “I have some ideas…”

With that, Billie plants yet another kiss to your lips, passionately, and you melt into her. Nothing else matters but the two of you, standing together, lost in a world that feels just right. As you and Billie absentmindedly travel to the bedroom, you know that every moment of every day seals the promise of forever between the two of you. Just as it should be.

For as long as you both shall live.

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n1ght0f-nyx · 7 months ago

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Your last fic was so good! I return once again, i meed more of my husband.

Can we get some soft fluffy smut with per'tah? Maybe the first time they are finally intimate with each other? Can be part of the series or stand alone.

Love ya 😘

woven bonds- pert'ah (orc oc) smut

part 6 of woven bonds and smut

pert'ah x fem reader

water-lillie you keep me sane

tags/warnings- over the time you two have been together his english has gotten better, arranged marriage, human female x male orc, gentle giant, your together!, smut, very gentle man but hes huge so its still rough, heavy illusions to the idea of pregnancy, no condom obvi, virginity taking (on both sides) hes actually a total tease, pert'ah has a frenum piercing

also, feel free to request non-woven bonds-related things that involve pert'ah or my other ocs (see my masterlist) i love writing for all these characters and seeing the mass of support I've gotten over the last month!

i need to learn to stop writing so much- 3739 words

The night was quiet, save for the soft rustle of the wind outside the small home you now shared with Pert’ah. The hearth had died down to embers, casting a gentle, warm glow across the room. You could still hear the faint crackling of the last burning logs as you sat on the edge of the bed, feeling the woven blankets beneath your fingers.

Pert'ah was quiet, too, standing near the window, his broad back to you as he gazed out into the night. The silence between you both wasn’t the uncomfortable kind it had once been. After weeks of tentative conversations and quiet gestures, the distance between you two had shrunk. And yet, tonight felt different. Intimate in a way that made your heart race.

“Are you… ready for sleep?” Pert'ah’s deep voice broke the stillness, the hint of uncertainty in his words unusual for him.

You nodded slowly, your eyes drifting toward the space beside you. “Yes....im tired"

The truth was, you had grown used to Pert'ah sleeping on the floor beside the bed, wrapped in his own blanket. He had never pushed for more, always respecting the distance you’d initially demanded. But tonight, you had quietly asked him to sleep beside you. The words had caught in your throat, but they had come out, and he had agreed without question.

Pert'ah approached the bed cautiously, as if not wanting to spook you. His steps were quiet for someone his size, his large, rough hands moving carefully as he pulled back the blanket and slid in beside you. The bed felt smaller now with him in it, his presence all-encompassing and warm.

You lay on your back, staring up at the ceiling, feeling the heat of his body beside you. His breathing was slow, steady, and somehow calming.

After a few moments, you turned to face him. “Pert’ah?”

He shifted, turning his head to look at you, his golden eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. “Yes?”

“Tell me more about your past,” you said softly. “We’ve been together for a while now, but… I still don’t know much about where you come from.”

Pert’ah let out a slow breath, his eyes flickering with something you couldn’t quite read. “My past… is not so interesting. I am… simple man.” He paused, his hand resting near yours on the bed, his fingers curling slightly as if he wanted to reach out but wasn’t sure if he should.

“I was born into weaving,” he continued. “My family, we make many things. Cloth, art. From when I am small, I learn to use my hands to create.” His voice grew softer as he spoke, a far-off look in his eyes. “My father, he teach me much. Say that strong hands can create just as much as they can destroy.”

His gaze shifted to you, and the look in his eyes made your heart stutter.

“And you?” you asked quietly. “What do you want to create… with me?”

For a moment, the only sound in the room was your combined breathing. Then, Pert'ah’s large hand slid across the blanket, covering yours gently. His touch was warm, comforting, and his fingers entwined with yours as if they were always meant to fit together.

“With you?” he repeated, his voice low, thoughtful. “I want to create… peace. Home.” His thumb brushed the back of your hand, his touch tentative but sincere. “I want to make you happy. Want you to feel safe with me.”

The vulnerability in his voice made your chest tighten. You shifted closer to him, your fingers tightening around his as you rested your head on his shoulder. For so long, you had resisted, keeping him at arm’s length, but now, lying here with him, you couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

“I think… I’m starting to feel that way,” you whispered, your breath warm against his skin. “With you.”

Pert'ah’s arm wrapped around you slowly, carefully, as though he feared breaking the fragile moment. His hand rested on your back, holding you close. You felt his heartbeat, steady and strong beneath your ear.

“I never thought I would end up here,” you murmured. “With you. I never thought I’d…” You trailed off, unsure how to put your feelings into words.

But Pert'ah understood. He always did.

“We are here now,” he said softly, his hand rubbing slow, soothing circles on your back. “We can...make future together.”

You looked up at him, meeting his golden eyes. “What kind of future do you want?”

His eyes softened, his tusked smile gentle. “One where you smile more. Where we work together. You and me… mates.”

It was a simple answer, but it made your heart swell. The life you had imagined for yourself before seemed distant now, irrelevant. What mattered was the man beside you, the quiet strength in his words and the way he held you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

You shifted again, tilting your head up until your lips brushed his. The kiss was slow, tentative at first, but it quickly deepened, the space between you disappearing completely as his arms tightened around you.

When you finally pulled away, your breath mingling with his, you smiled softly. “I think… I’d like that future, too.”

Pert'ah’s smile widened, his rough fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face, his sparkling golden eyes looking down at yours he leans down, and when he doesnt see you pull back, connects, pressing his lips to yours

you kiss back, his tusks feel uncomfy against your lips, but you'll manage, its all worth it for him, you lightly press your hands against his leather sleep tunic, he had sewn two matching ones for the both of you so you had a more comfortable rest on the furs.

you pull back, looking up at him with a sweet loving smile, but one that would never compare to the one he gave back, all that man did was love you

Pert'ah's eyes lit up when you kissed him back, a warmth spreading through his chest at your acceptance. He could feel the slight discomfort of his tusks, but the way you willingly leaned into his touch, despite them, filled him with a deep longing to cherish and protect you.

As you pulled back and smiled up at him, Pert'ah's gaze followed yours, drinking in the sweetness of the moment. His smile grew wider, mirroring yours, but the intensity behind it made you feel like you were the only person in the world. His hands framed your face, gently tracing the curves of your cheeks with his thumbs, as if to memorise every detail. "You are beautiful," he said, the words coming from a place deep within his soul, his voice filled with a sincerity that left him breathless, He leaned in once more, this time tenderly pressing his forehead against yours, savoring the closeness.

The softness of the moment hung between you, a palpable energy that seemed to fill the air with anticipation. Pert'ah's heart pounded against your chest, a rhythmic reminder of the love he felt for you. His lips grazed your temple, leaving a trail of gentle kisses along your jawline, seeking permission to continue exploring the contours of your face.

And then, there was no hesitation; his mouth claimed yours, demanding nothing but surrender as his tongue danced with yours in a sensual waltz. Time lost meaning as the world narrowed to the two of you, suspended in a sea of desire and affection. When he finally released your lips, Pert'ah's chest rose and fell rapidly, his breath hot against your skin.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "More than anything, I need you."

In that instant, Pert'ah knew that he would move mountains, cross oceans, and defy fate itself to ensure that you remained by his side forevermore. Your love was his anchor, his guiding star, and his reason for existing. As he cradled your face in his palms, Pert'ah vowed to spend eternity cherishing and adoring you, unwavering in his devotion to the mate he had found in you.

you pulled lightly on his tunic, and with a look into your loving eyes, he gets the hint, pulling his shirt off, pulling your lips against his again

Pert'ah's tunic fell away, revealing the strong contours of his chest and the softness of his skin beneath. The warmth of his body radiated towards you, drawing you in like a magnet. As you pressed your lips against his, the sensation of his skin against yours sent shivers down your spine, igniting a flame of desire that threatened to consume you.

Their lips moved in tandem, a sensual dance of tongues and breaths that left them both gasping for air. Pert'ah's hands cradled your face, his thumbs caressing the delicate skin of your cheeks as he deepened the kiss. The gentle touch belied the intensity of his emotions, the love and longing evident in every caress.

As you kissed, Pert'ah's fingers danced over your body, exploring every curve and contour as if mapping your very soul. His hands roamed under your nightgown, finding the soft flesh of your stomach, your breasts, and your thighs, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your skin and burying his nose in the tender spot between your collarbone and shoulder.

"Mine..my wife" he whispered, the single word echoing through your mind like a promise, a vow, a declaration of love. In that moment, you belonged to him, and he to you, bound together by threads of passion and devotion.

As the kiss lingered, Pert'ah's grip on your waist tightened, pulling you closer until you were flush against him. your bodies molded together seamlessly, fitting like pieces of a puzzle designed specifically for yours alone. The contact sparked a firestorm of sensations, each brush of skin against skin amplifying the intimacy and urgency of your embrace.

Time stood still as you clung to each other, lost in the swirling vortex of desire and affection. Nothing existed beyond the confines of your little bubble, where the world melted away, leaving only the pulsating rhythm of your hearts beating as one.

you kiss at his jaw and temple, playing with his hair as his kisses your neck, bruising your throat with marks, you pull your own tunic off and if he could be any more excited, he would explode, looking down at your body, your tits, your waist, your tummy, thighs and what laid between them, your sweet core

The sight of your exposed skin seemed to hypnotize Pert'ah. His eyes traveled over your curves, drinking in the beauty of your naked form, his breathing growing more ragged with each passing second. The bruises on your throat added a depth of color to the canvas of your neck, a testament to the intensity of his emotions.

His fingers traced the outline of your waist, tracing the shape of your belly button, and the gentle rise of your thighs. He couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of your body, every inch of which he had come to adore. Each kiss, each touch, each whisper of breath against his skin sent waves of desire crashing through him like a tide.

Without breaking eye contact, Pert'ah slowly lowered his head, his lips grazing your breast. His mouth closed around your nipple, sucking softly as his tongue began to circle the bud, drawing it into the wet cavern of his mouth. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity straight to your core, your inner muscles clenching in anticipation.

As he explored your body, Pert'ah's hands roamed over your skin, mapping every contour and valley, tracing the lines of your veins and the tender curve of your collarbone. Every touch, every caress, every kiss sent ripples of pleasure through you, building upon themselves until you felt like you might burst apart from sheer joy.

Lost in the haze of desire, Pert'ah didn't notice when needy tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, nor did he realize that your nails dug gently into his scalp as you arched into his touch. All he saw was the radiant beauty of your face, bathed in moonlight, illuminated by the pure, raw emotion emanating from your very pores.

"pert'ah…please…more" you plead, squirming, tugging at his hair lightly, you needed more than gentle licks, nothing about this would be light, no matter how hard he tried, but you were okay with that

Pert'ah's ears perked up at the pleading in your voice, and he lifted his head to look at you with a question in his eyes. Seeing your desperation, he smiled, a mischievous glint in his golden eyes. He knew exactly what you wanted, and he was more than happy to oblige.

His tongue flicked out, teasing your nipple with slow, deliberate strokes, drawing out a sharp intake of breath from you. You arched into his touch, your body aching for more, and Pert'ah responded eagerly.

His mouth closed around your nipple once more, this time applying gentle suction, then harder and harder, until the pressure became almost unbearable. He pinched the other nipple with his fingers, the dual sensations sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

Pert'ah's hands slipped down your stomach, his fingers dancing over the tender skin, exploring every dip and curve, before finding their way to the swollen nub between your thighs. He pressed a finger against you, and you gasped as he applied gentle pressure, circling the sensitive tissue in rhythmic motions.

The world narrowed to a pinpoint as he continued to tease and taunt you, the sensations building to a crescendo within you. The tightness in your abdomen coiled tighter and tighter, threatening to unleash a torrent of release.

Just as you teetered on the brink, Pert'ah withdrew his fingers, leaving you panting and desperate for more. A wicked grin spread across his face as he watched you writhe in frustration, knowing full well the effect he had on you.

"Don't worry..my love," he purred, leaning forward to capture your lips in another searing kiss. "I haven't forgotten about you."

you squirm in his touch as he pulls back, sitting back to look at his work, the glistening slick that covered your cunt like a thin film, watching you pant and plead with your eyes, he leans back on his knees and takes his cock out from behind his loin cloth, giving you a show as he pulls his foreskin back, revealing his sheen-green tip which leaked precum down onto his silver frenum piercing

Pert'ah's showy display had you squirming in place, your eyes fixed on his erect member as he stroked himself slowly, the motion drawing your gaze to the glisten of precum that trickled down his shaft, pooling at the base of his penis.

The sight of his erect cock made your mouth water, your inner thighs slickening further in response, the need to feel him inside you reaching a fever pitch. Your fingers involuntarily drummed a rhythm on his leg, urging him to take action.

His golden eyes sparkled with mischief, a challenge in his gaze that he knew you wouldn't be able to resist. He leaned forward, his hand wrapping around your thigh, fingers closing around your calf as he gently but firmly drew your leg up.

"I'm ready when you are, my love," he purred,

you nod, spread and ready for him, he his breath hot against your neck as he slowly dragged his member through the slick folds of your pussy, the tip parting your labia and brushing against your clit.

The sensation was overwhelming, every nerve ending in your lower body singing in delight as he began to rock his hips, slowly pushing his cock deeper into your depths. The sensation of him sliding inside you, the feeling of him filling you completely, was indescribable, aside from heaven and a little (alot) painful

Pert'ah's movements were slow and deliberate, allowing you to adjust to his size, his cock slowly sinking deeper into your slickened core. He knew he had to be gentle, careful not to push too hard, too fast, not yet. He could feel your body tensing up around his, the gentle pain of entry easing as you began to relax.

With a tender touch, Pert'ah cradled your face in his hands, gazing into your eyes, seeing the mix of pain and pleasure there. "You okay, love?" he asked softly, his voice a gentle rumble as he paused in his movements, waiting for your response.

You nodded, taking a deep breath, the pain giving way to pleasure as he started to rock his hips again, his cock sliding in and out of your depths in a steady rhythm, each thrust deeper and more precise, easing you into a comfortable cadence.

Pert'ah's fingers began to trace the outline of your breasts, his touch soft and soothing, drawing your attention to the sensations building within you, making it difficult to focus on anything else besides the pleasure coursing through your body.

"Good girl," he praised, his voice warm and encouraging as he continued to move inside you, filling you completely, stretching you deliciously tight around his shaft.

Pert'ah watched as you stared down at the scene below, your eyes widening as you saw his cock moving in and out of your depths, leaving a trail of wetness and evidence of your shared pleasure. A lump formed in your stomach, and Pert'ah's heart skipped a beat as he realized you were struggling to process this new sensation, this newfound intimacy between you.

His movements slowed, and he lifted your chin, forcing your gaze back up to his. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked again, concern etched in his voice, his golden eyes searching for any sign of distress or discomfort.

As he spoke, Pert'ah continued to move inside you, gentle but insistent, sensing that he needed to ease your mind, reassure you that everything was going to be alright. He wanted to be sure you knew that this was a good thing, that he was here for you, with you, and that he was going to cherish and love you for as long as you'd allow him.

His hands continued their gentle exploration of your breasts, the softness of his touch a stark contrast to the hardness of his body, yet somehow perfectly balanced, creating a rhythm that was both soothing and exhilarating, keeping you grounded as you navigated this uncharted territory.

"Y-you're doing...oh fuck..youre doing amazing," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear, his words dripping with sincerity, encouraging you to continue embracing this new aspect of your relationship, to revel in the raw power of your physical bond.

Slowly, Pert'ah began to pick up speed, his thrusts becoming more deliberate, more purposeful, driving deeper into your depths, filling you entirely, stretching you in ways you hadn't experienced before. Every stroke brought you closer to release, building pressure in your core, threatening to unleash a torrent of pleasure unlike anything you'd ever known.

As he reached the brink of climax, Pert'ah stilled, his body tensing, his hips locked tight against yours, his eyes fixed intently on yours, waiting for permission to finish what he started. "w-where...where can i..?" he huffs, squelches echoing through his cabin with each heavy thrust, his eyes were heavy, lidded as he glanced down at the imprint he formed your stomach as he thrusted inside

"shit...your...you're so gorgeous...gonna..fi-fill you up...make you a mama.." his word go straight to your core, and it just gushes, you spray all over his stomach and cock, showering him in your squirt

the room around him seemed to melt away, replaced by the primal urge to claim you as his own, to brand you with his mark, to show the world you were his and only his.

As Pert'ah watched, mesmerized, the sight of your gushing fluids splashing against his stomach and the base of his cock, his mind was reeling. This was real, this was happening, he could have a family. The thought was both exhilarating and terrifying, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and possessiveness course through his veins.

He let out a satisfied grunt as his orgasm washed over him, his body jerking in reaction, his cock spilling its load deep inside you. The warmth of your inner walls enveloped him, milking him dry, and he collapsed against you, spent but elated.

In that moment, nothing else existed except the two of them, lost in the throes of passion, bound by the threads of their desires and needs. Pert'ah's thoughts swirled with visions of the future, of growing families, of children playing under the sun-kissed skies, of laughter and tears, of memories forged in the fire of their love.

you cry out as he overflows your cunt with his seed, pert'ah heaves and drops down on top of you, panting and whispering praises in aftershock of his first time, you smile softly, snuggling into the bed once again, not caring about the sticky between your legs, you would clean in the morning

As Pert'ah's breathing slowed, his weight shifted, and he curled around you, enveloping you in the warmth of his body. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you closer, as if to keep you from ever escaping, to make sure you stayed right where he wanted you.

He nuzzled into your hair, inhaling deeply, filling his lungs with the scent of you. "Mine," he whispered again, the word becoming a mantra as his lips brushed against your scalp.

You felt his heart beating against yours, a steady drumbeat that echoed the rhythm of your own. The comfort of his embrace washed over you, chasing away any lingering doubts or fears. In this moment, there was no denying the power of his claim, the intensity of his possession. You were his, and he was yours, bound together in a dance of love, lust, and desire.

As the silence deepened, the only sound the soft rise and fall of your shared breathing, Pert'ah's hands roamed your body, tracing the curves, the contours, the lines. Each touch was a reassurance, a promise of the pleasures to come, of the life they would build together.

I am TIRED

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sturnprime · 8 months ago

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SO WRONG IT’S RIGHT, chris sturniolo 🩵

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chris doesn’t know how he ended up here. he doesn’t know how the two of you ended up with you situated on his lap, in your room of all places, when the two of you are utter opposites with entirely different ways of life.

he’s the type to roam the streets, indulge in late nights with his friends that keep the whole city up. you on the other hand, you’re the pristine sort; the one whose dad forbids her from being close to boys exactly like chris and has done so since you were much younger. it’s an interesting dynamic and he can’t help the thrill rushing through him as you whisper for him to be quiet. it’s adorable, the panic flooding through you even with your bedroom door locked and your window wide open to simultaneously take away the smell of his cologne and provide a getaway for him if it gets to such.

his hands are wrapped around your waist, keeping you firmly in place as his lips travel the expanse of your neck and collarbone, his way of making his mark. not that it lasts long though because you’re instantly telling him he’s not allowed to mark you, telling him the sweet bruises forming on your skin like paint strokes across a canvas are only going to get you in trouble.

chris? chris doesn’t really care and when your pleading words escape your pretty plump lips, he can only seem to laugh, sucking harder. his hands grip you further and the moment a whine falls from your mouth, the corners of his mouth tug up into a smirk— a smirk that has your skin heating up within seconds. his teeth nip the skin below your jaw with purpose, his tongue quickly moving to soothe the slight sting.

“chris—“ you begin to speak but his right hand trails up to place a finger onto your lips, effectively shutting you up.

“shh angel, thought we had to be quiet, hm?” his words are laced in a mocking tone and you want to hate them, desperately want to hate even the mere idea of being with someone like him when your entire life you’ve been taught it’s wrong but there’s just something about him that throws every last one of your principles out the window.

he tilts your chin up with his finger, his calloused hand cupping your cheek as he forces your gaze to meet his. his eyes are blue, the shade you find in calming waters, but they hold a glint of fire in them. there’s a sense of challenge that dances in the pupils, almost urging you to deny him when he knows you can’t, knows he has your polished self wrapped around his finger.

his lips meet yours in a frenzy of adrenaline, his tongue parting your lips and sliding perfectly into your mouth to intertwine with yours in an erotic tango. his lips mould with yours, the slight swelling of his own locking your mouth into place as he moves you even closer, if possible. it’s as though even a small flutter of air wouldn’t be able to pass between the colliding of your chests against one another and he loves everything about it.

when he pulls away at last, his cheeks are slightly flushed and the sight serves as a reminder of exactly what you do to him. he would never have thought a girl like you could ever fuel his desire yet here you are, innocent doe-eyes looking up at him and your lips a touch bigger than when he first laid eyes on you. he wants to corrupt you, to take away every last bit of hesitance you have and crush it between his fingers until you’re begging him to prove your dad wrong, begging him to make you forget undoubtedly why this is a bad idea.

it feels so wrong yet at the same time, nothing has ever felt more right, especially not when your bodies slot together like destined puzzle pieces. it’s an invisible bond that forms between the two of you as you hear the sound of your parents’ voices from their room, a stark reminder of why this can’t be happening. none of this can be happening when they could walk in any minute, take away the soft feeling of his hips bucking up lightly. but then… why does the way his hands roam your body cause sparks of electricity to run through the course of your veins? why does it feel so fucking good if it shouldn’t be happening?

he notices your moment of slight reluctance and he wants to pull away, tell you that this isn’t what he wants so he can save the emotional turmoil that’s going on inside your pretty head but he’d be lying. he’d be lying if he claimed wanting to be apart from you now that he knows the way you whine when you’re needy or the slight gasps he can pull from you when you want more.

in an ideal world, the two of you don’t need to worry about your societal differences or just how complicated this new development is going to be. unfortunately, that world doesn’t exist but for a few fleeting moments, when he flips you onto your back smugly and you hit your bed with a little thud, it feels like any ounce of uncertainty leaves you. your only focus is on the way his fingers tug the hem of your baby tee until it’s completely discarded elsewhere. it’s not an ideal world but it still appears nonpareil.

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readychilledwine · 8 months ago

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Okay I have like a slightly out of pocket request/idea that I don’t think I’ve seen before and if this is not your cup of tea you can straight up IGNORE but it’s taken over my brain 😂 let’s pretend in this story that eris and mor are mates but it’s a rejected situation bc obvs mor isn’t into males. And helion and the lady of autumn are also mates. This is post Hybern, maybe during or after ACOSF. Beron (I know ew right but stay with me now) ends up finding HIS mate. And she’s like the sweetest thing ever and she’s terrified of him. (Beron is infatuated with her because of whatever power she may have but he’s still an asshole don’t get me wrong this is not a beron redemption request) It becomes public knowledge that beron found his mate and he plans on marrying her. eris REFUSES to let another female be subjected to what his mother went through so this is what spurs the whole murder beron and become high lord plot. I have no thoughts on what happens between but eris succeeds and becomes high lord in the end, but falls in love with beron’s mate during the process and it’s mutual love and it’s angst with a happy ending. Usually fated mates is my jam but I just needed every mating bond to go wrong in this one LOL. Except for Helion and LoA of course 🫡

A Game of Fate

Eris Week - Day 7 - Free Day

Summary - After the bond between Beron Vanserra and Eris's hidden lover makes itself known, the cycle of tyranny in Autumn is put to the test

Warnings - assassination, poison, Beron, mentions of abuse, food and sleep deprivation, beron x reader mating bond.

A/n - I've been holding on to this, and I am so sorry 😭. I played with it a little bit, but I this ultimately was the version I am happiest with! Happy last day of @erisweekofficial . It feels like I'm like leaving a long-distance friend after too short of a visit.

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The Cauldron was wrong. Eris understood Azriel's claim in every sense now. The Cauldron had to be wrong.

There was no other explanation for why his father was currently signing papers to end his marriage because you were his mate. Sweet, kind, soft spoken you. You dreamed of far-off places, peace. You once told Eris you liked to imagine what the stars whispered to each other late at night.

You were a dreamer, and you were his. Eris had hidden you in plain sight since you became his peace. You were there for him after Mor rejected the bond. You were there for him after every beating, and you loved him through everything.

And now your father had to go and ruin it. You were 505 years old, and he finally felt the need to present you as a lady to the court to be married off however Beron saw fit.

If it was a massive payout your father wanted, he had it. Everyone knew what had happened the second the High Lord of Autumn laid eyes on you. The reactions ranged from jealousy to sympathy to shock. And now, two months later, the reaction was silence.

Without even speaking, you had changed the course of Autumn's history. You had ruined Helion, Rhys, and Eris's plans. You had freed his mother at the cost of yourself and your safety. Your words behind those closed doors would haunt Eris until he died, "I will marry you only if Lady Autumn is freed and allowed to leave to wherever she sees fit, safely and with your blessing."

Eris sighed as the other two High Lords, the inner circle, and his brothers all sat in Helion's war room. Eris's boots banged with each anxious and angry step, "Any ideas," he asked. "I would have to outright declare a blood duel now, which requires gaining the support of the rest of the courts beforehand, and we do not have time for that."

"We can not declare war," Rhysand contemplated. "No other court had claim to the girl, and you have no known claim to her."

"Even if he did, Autumn court law says the mating bond trumps it," Eris's mother, Anala, said. "Especially when it is between two members of the Autumn Court. Our laws allow males to claim their mates without her accepting the bond."

"Well if that isn't misogynistic-"

"Let me know when you actually ban wing clipping, and you can bash my court's laws," Anala spat at Rhysand. "You know, as well as I do change doesn't come overnight with a dictator."

Rhysand blinked at the former Lady of Autumn before glancing at Helion. You entered the room at that moment. The air seemed to tense as you did, but Eris rushed to you, holding your elbows. "Are you alright?"

Beron has been trying to manipulate you for weeks. He played games with your mind no long talks with Eris could prepare you for. Beron was a monster, and this was only your second week continuously being with him.

Helion stared to his love, his long lost mate, and stood, "Give me a week with your mother, and I will do it." The silence was screaming as the former Lady of Autumn shook her head. "There are no other answers, my love." Helion knew the look in Eris's eyes, the ache, the desperation, and the struggle.

He knew immediately what you were to Eris and what you could be to Autumn. Helion, much like Eris, knew he could not let you fall victim next, but you had no intentions to. He had watched his mate suffer for far too long, and the rumors of Beron's so-called adoration for the female in front of him did not mask the concern the Lord of Day felt.

You and Eris held eye contact. The room noticed the wordless communication. It was a bond that could only have been built through love, trust, and years of understanding. "I can not risk you like that."

"I would be careful," your reply was so soft but filled with confidence. "He won't even know if we use small amounts."

Eris couldn't help but hold your arms a little tighter, "I will not risk you." His eyes were pleading for you to reconsider to think this through.

"Would anyone mind including the rest of us in this... touching conversation?" Rhysand picked a piece of lint off his jacket before crossing his arms.

You spoke before Eris could, "There is a plant that grows in a certain place. It is highly poisonous and undetectable. The symptoms are no worse than an allergy. It can cause death within 2 weeks."

You watched as Anala shook her head at Helion, "I know of no such poison."

"That's because I made and grow it," Eris flinched at your admission and the questions it would bring.

Helion started to laugh, "You made it?"

Eris glared at the Day Lord, "y/n has a certain.. gift.. from the Mother."

"I can combine poisons," you rolled your eyes at Eris playfully. "Create new ones with no antidote or cures." Rhys and Helion turned to each other, clearly not assumed by the new information. "I only used it once. And they deserved it."

Anala's whiskey eyes went wide, "The human smuggler. You killed him?"

"Eris did. I just provided the supplies."

Rhysand pinched the bridge of his nose. "Eris, why was this information not provided to any of us earlier? Do you understand how useful she is?" You shook your head toward the red-haired male. He seemed to calm down instantly at the sight of you. "Ah, I see. She's your lover. Not just your friend."

His mother seemed stunned at this information, "But Morrigan?"

You flinched at the mention of her name. "Has the same taste as I do, mother," Eris was only looking at you. "And I do not support this idea," his grip on your arms grew tighter. "He is not a common idiot."

"Nor am I," you declared. "I would be smart. I'll be close enough to him to make sure he gets it every day. Even after just a week-"

Rhysand finished, "He'd be weak enough to call an emergency meeting or for one of us to declare the blood duel."

You nodded at the Lord of Night, not even stopping to admire his dark beauty with the grace of Autumn and Mother Nature stood before you in Eris's eyes. There was no world where you planned to be without him, no world where you could see yourself in arms besides his.

But for a week you would not have a choice. For a week, you would play the part you were expected to, and it began before you even had breakfast the next day. You were woken up by two handmaiden ripping you from your bed in the former Lady of Autumn's private chambers and throwing your half awake and now naked self into a bath.

Every inch of you was scrubbed almost raw before your hair was washed and scented to Beron's preference of roses. You were dried and dressed in almost no time, the heavy traditional gown feeling like shackles on your figure.

No cotton dresses if this failed.

No more nights in Eris's sweaters and nothing else.

Once your hair and makeup we're finished, you were not taken to breakfast. You were taken to lessons. Beron had assumed you knew nothing of formality, nothing of etiquette. You had not been presented to his courts, so what other assumption could he have made as you were retaught the differences in dinning utensils.

You would not see food until that even came, and then the mood quickly fizzled away as the table for two was filled. The only sound in the room was meat being cut, your breathing. You knew not to speak before the High Lord addressed you. You knew he was testing you with silence.

You did not see Eris in this male. There was no sign of the life that burned in Eris's eyes. No freckle of Beron's seemed to mimic the night sky the way Eris's did. There was nothing special to you about Beron Vanserra. Not even the bond was strong enough to make you want him.

"How were your lessons," his voice was falsely sweet. "I assume based on your manners they went well."

"They were lovely, High Lord," you responded. "A good refresher for everything my mother had already taught me."

Beron glanced at you, "Are you inferring you did not appreciate me setting you up with the finest tutor in my court?"

Eris would be whispering to you to tread carefully. Beron's very body language told you this was beginning to enter dangerous territory. "No, my lord," you said softly, "But I would hate for you to waste time and resources on me when I am sure there are better things to put them towards."

Beron leaned back, a smirk playing on his lips as he cocked his head, "You know how to play. I'm going to thoroughly enjoy breaking you, mate."

And you thoroughly enjoyed watching him drink the whiskey laced with 3 drops of poison.

The next day was different. Beron himself was dragging you places without food right away this morning. He was showing you off to different advisors all day, bragging about your beauty, your ability to manipulate flowering and fruiting plants into harvests sooner.

You had used your magic so much to show off for him that you could hardly stand as he affectionately held your chair out for dinner. "You did wonderfully today," he began eating after forcing you to say a prayer to the Mother.

He didn't get to hear the silent plea you sent her. The silent begging for mercy.

You sid get to hear him start coughing as he drank his tainted whiskey that night, though.

Eris was worried for you the third day. You had been sent to bed late, awoken early. Once again, not allowed food. He had stayed by your and Beron's side in meeting that day.

His amber eyes never left your form. He was openly staring at the way you couldn't help but lean on Beron in your exhausted state.

And when Beron stole you for dinner, Eris made sure to add extra poison to his drink, watching as you played the part of the perfect mate, rushing to help him as he began to cough up blood.

Illness among the fae was rare, but when it struck, it was deadly. By the end of day 4, the Forest House was a much quieter place. Beron was bed bound due to Eris's choice to expose him to the poison morning, noon, and night.

You had warned him that this poison was aggressive in large doses. He had also tested it on more brutal lesser fae tracking to attack innocent children to see that. It was brutal, focusing on getting into the smallest cells of blood before shutting down major organs quickly and painfully. You were sat beside his father, crying, playing the part, and Eris beside you, a distraught son.

Day 5 Eris slipped the poison in a high dose into Beron's pain medication before finding you. He had cornered you into a hall closet. You had been forced from bed far too early again, forced to skip meals again.

Eris knew this tactic. Had Beron been healthy, he would continue this until your brain associated Beron's presence with food. It was a way to make you comply, to rely on him.

Eris put an end to it right that moment. He ordered you to be given food, then rest. His father refused the tea Eris offered him that night. Took weak to even open his eyes.

You had underestimated yourself and your powers, or perhaps the smug male above you had more to with it than he let on, bit day 7, Beron was unresponsive. Eris held you down on the bed you two had shared so many times before, kissing your neck and whispering words of how he'd move the very foundations of this world for you when the knock came on his door.

He quickly hid you, allowing a healer to enter. Eris faked his reaction perfectly. He fell to his knees with a strangled cry, hand on his heart as the healer moved to comfort the young heir.

Beron was unresponsive.

And by night fall, Eris truly fell over. His very blood felt as if liquid fire had been poured into him. His hearth grew brighter, hotter.

It wasn't until your heart-wrenching scream came that Eris knew without doubt what had happened. No one had prepared for the outcome of you losing your mate. No one had even questioned what it would do.

They had been so focused on saving you that they had forgotten the most important part of the bond, Beron was the other half of your soul. Grief. Guilt. Joy. Anger. You had never felt like this. You had never imagined a world where you could feel so deeply it ached and made you sick.

You pushed healers away as you held Beron's hand. You pushed Eris away as he came to kneal beside you. You didn't want to feel this, yet you did. You did as he forced you up and out of the room. You did as Beron's body was burned before his ashes were given to the trees. You did as you watched Eris take his place.

The grief only stopped when Eris concerned you that night, his hands on your hips, and he led you to another room where a separate celebration took place. Anala stood in Day Court attire, laughing as Helion dipped her, laughing as Lucien smiled at her from across the room, Elain safely tucked to his side.

Eris's middle brother stood dancing with his male lover, the two of them just swaying. Mor was there with Emerie, lips by her ear gossiping. "I ache too at times," Eris looked at her, a longing in his eyes as he did. "I wonder if I made the right choice to let her go on my loneliest nights. Then I see you."

Eris kissed your knuckles, "I see you, and I regret nothing. Not even what I did in secret."

You looked at him then, "Eris?"

"I stole the black poison. The one you never tested. Every time he and I ate together, I slipped him that one as well."

Your face fell, "You-"

"Weren't going to risk it. Not with the female I am in love with being involved," Eris drank his wine slowly as he studied your reaction.

"So no big fight needed?"

"Oh, trust me, I wanted that," he clarified. "I didn't realize it would work as quickly as it did. I wasn't sure what you had been crafting. He died before I could challenge him, but before he could break you."

The two of you continued watching Helion and Anala, continued watching Lucien and Elain, his brother, Mor.

The grief did linger, but as you took his hand, it faded more. "Let's go dance, High Lady," he whispered into your ear.

And with each spin, every dip, the raise in laughter, the ache continued to fade.

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blackbirdsblackberries · 9 months ago

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Hey, Tira!! Anon that suggested Latina! Reader here. First of all, are you doing good? Remember to drink water, okay?

Secondly, for a neglected! Reader plot,(or maybe a one-shot, whatever you feel like writing) what do you think about magical girl! Reader? Like, there's this pink (or any other color) teenage girl/boy in gotham that fights some type of not really scary monster (maybe those from precure, as they don't look that frightening) with glitter and hearts and cute stuff and then the batfam is just flabbergasted because why?? Are they?? So cute?? And they become yandere because they just think reader is so so adorable and innocent

And maybe gotham villains have a soft spot for reader becuase they saved them for the monster thingys

And now reader has to deal with all the most powerful entities in gotham being obsessed over them

And IF it is a neglected! Reader they have to deal with the pain of being adored by the batfam as their magical girl persona, but not as their real self

OR MAYBE!! Star butterfly! Reader (i could elaborate if you want!)

Sorry for the long ask and any writing mistakes, and again, really self indulgent because I love love love magical girls!!

Hi! I love hearing from you again!!! I'm doing good, I just watched the Deadpool and Wolverine movie and it's taken a grip on me 😩

I love that idea for the plot! I was hoping to do a magical girl reader because my FYP on both Tiktok AND Tumblr has been magical girl batfam and I just finished watching Sailor Moon last night.

I'd love to incorporate that into the plot (as well as make a separate one-shot of it in a different instance).

I for sure think that the Batfam would have the mindset of "oh, they're dressed up in cute, bright colours and is fighting non-frightening monsters. That must mean they're an innocent teen playing dress up and doesn't actually know the truth about the real world"

Whether it's true or not is up to you to decide for now but I personally think that Reader would be in the middle, aware of the world around them but oblivious to how it affects themselves - or completely different then that, Reader would be completely aware of the world and struggles in real life but fights as a magical girl + with a smile on her face so she can give others hope.

For the villains I think for sure that the ones who have a proper soft spot (eg. Wouldn't get Reader involved in crimes, would work to protect Reader) would be Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn, Riddler, Two-Face and Penguin.

For the villains that will let Reader get into trouble so they can save them I think it would be Bane, Catwoman, Clayface and Killer Croc. (Possibly Mad Hatter).

For the villains who would purposefully incorporate Reader into their schemes I think the main ones would be Joker, Hugo Strange and Scarecrow (for two different reasons however).

For Joker he'd see it more so as a bonding experience, a way to "hang out" and "catch up". Even if the Reader is held hostage, in the middle of the battle field, etc.

For Scarecrow I think it would come moreso from a sense of morbid curiosity. How far will Reader go to help people? How does their mind work? How will they react to Fear Gas? What is their fear?

I'd definitely think Harley would love the outfit and Mad Hatter would start to think of you as Alice with your colourful get-up.

If we're talking Batman villains who aren't in Gotham (Talia, Ra, Deadshot, Deathstroke) then I feel it would be a different kind of attachment.

It would be more like "what is this colourful child doing in such a dark place?" (Even if you are already in your adult years).

Talia and Ra would see Reader as someone to train, Reader has great strength to wield and if Talia/Ra can train them then Reader will be a great asset.

The difference between the two would be that Talia grows attached in a nurturing way while Ra grows attached in a condescending way.

Eg.

Talia would think of Reader as a child for her to protect

Ra would think of Reader as a lamb that will be slaughtered without him.

Deadshot has his own kid, he doesn't care much for another until seeing Reader hurt/sad. Reader would be a substitute for Deadshot's daughter while she's with her mother.

Deathstroke, I really don't like him (sorry if you do, he just makes me feel icky), but I feel he'd have a mix between Talia's headspace and Ra's headspace.

"Reader can't survive without me guiding them. Reader needs a father to help them grow" it doesn't matter if you have a dad, he won't compare to Deathstroke. If it's such a big deal for Reader Deathstroke will just remove Reader's father from the picture.

I'd love for you to elaborate on Star Butterfly!

Dw about long requests, I literally squealed when I saw it!!

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itsnesss · 2 months ago

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can you write me a sub axel smut?? maybe all the dojos bond at the hotel & play 7 minutes in heavens and then axel & reader get paired and reader gives him a handjob?

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 | axel kovacevik × fem!reader

summary | the night before the tournament, tension fills the air as you and axel are paired for a game of "7 minutes in heaven." in the privacy of the bathroom, the tension between you two grows

warnings | sexual tension, smut, explicit content, power dynamics, dom!reader, sub!axel, handjob

word count | 2.0 k

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The night before the tournament, the tension was in the air. All the dojos were ready for the showdown, but they knew they needed to relax a bit before the big competition. The hour was late, almost midnight, and each sensei had made their rounds through the dorms to make sure their students were asleep. However, everyone knew that, in reality, they weren’t. They had all pretended to be asleep, waiting for the moment when the door closed after the last round of checks to gather in secret.

Through dark hallways and with knowing smiles, members from different dojos gathered in one of the competitors' rooms. It was a quiet and private place, where laughter and jokes filled the air. Around some cold drinks and with soft music playing in the background, the atmosphere was filled with a relaxed, carefree energy. That night wasn’t just about relaxing tense muscles, but about enjoying each other's company before the battle that awaited them the next day.

Conversations were light, the tension of the competition disappeared for a while, and jokes flowed easily. But amid the laughter, everyone knew this night wasn’t just for unwinding. There was a game some already knew about, a game that would test not only their skills but also their nerves.

"7 minutes in heaven," someone whispered softly, and laughter erupted around the room. It was a tradition in some dojos, though for some, the game was a way to break the ice. For others, it was an opportunity to make things a little more interesting.

At first, it seemed like an innocent idea, but as the night went on, smiles began to turn more nervous, and gazes grew more intense. And you knew something different was going to happen when Axel was paired with you.

You had noticed him throughout the night, though unintentionally, but you couldn’t help it. There was something in his demeanor that kept you intrigued. He was so confident, so calm, yet there was an underlying layer you couldn’t decipher. Every time your eyes met his, something stirred inside you, and you quickly looked away, as if trying to hide what you were feeling. But inside, you wondered if he had noticed it too.

Finally, the moment arrived. Axel and you were called to enter the bathroom, a small space where the rest of the participants watched with knowing smiles. The door closed behind you, and the atmosphere inside became even more intimate. Axel didn’t say a word. Instead of coming closer to you or making a move, he went to a corner of the bathroom and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms as if he was completely in control.

You stood there, frozen, watching him for a moment, unsure of what to do. It wasn’t just the closeness that confused you, but the tension that seemed to hang in the air. Did he feel it too? You couldn’t read him, he looked so calm, so sure of himself, as always. You, on the other hand, couldn’t stop wondering if this was really what you wanted. If, in the middle of the competition, this was the moment to take that step, or if you were just confused.

"We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to," you finally said, breaking the silence. The last thing you wanted was to make him uncomfortable, especially with everyone watching.

Axel looked at you for a second, but didn’t say anything at first. He just stood there, watching you, his eyes locking with yours. The tension between you both seemed to grow, and you started to wonder if you really couldn’t keep that distance between you two. Silently, you realized that words were no longer necessary. There was something in the air, something you both knew but didn’t dare to address.

"You know..." you began, trying to break the silence. "I never thought I’d end up here, with all of you. It’s weird, right? We’re all so different, but in the end, we’re all here, preparing for what’s to come."

It was one of those things you said when you didn’t know what else to say, something silly to break the ice. However, Axel didn’t seem to be looking for words, and somehow, that put you at ease. He was waiting for something else. Something that couldn’t be explained with words.

And suddenly, without warning, Axel took a step toward you.

Before you could react, Axel reached out, touching you gently but with a firmness that surprised you. And without another word, he kissed you. At first, it was a soft kiss, almost shy, a touch of lips that seemed to say more than any words could. The world around you disappeared in that instant, and for a moment, all that mattered was that connection, that spark that had been growing between you two since you first noticed him.

The kiss deepened little by little, and although you were completely surprised at first, you couldn’t help but reciprocate. All the noise and laughter from outside the bathroom faded away, and all that remained was the sound of his breath, the brushing of lips, and the sensation of the connection between you two.

The connection was intense from the beginning, but the kiss began to be more passionate, more demanding. His mouth moved closer to yours, his lips pressing against yours with a demand that surprised you, but one you couldn't resist. And it was then, in that moment, that you realized how Axel felt. You could feel his need, his desire, and the tension between the two of you grew in an instant.

You had to stop the kiss when it felt too intense, but Axel didn't seem to want to stop. However, before you could say anything, he pulled away from you, without taking his eyes off yours. For a second, it seemed like they were going to kiss again, but they just stood there, looking at each other, the air filled with a sexual tension they both could feel.

After a moment of silence, Axel took your hand.

"Do you want more?" you dared to ask

And although it seemed silly after what had just happened, you didn't really know what was going on. Maybe all of this was just a game, or maybe something more.

But Axel just smiled and kissed you again. This time, the kiss was softer, more tranquil. It was as if the kiss had been the most intense part, and now they were in the prelude to something more important.

"I want more," he whispered without thinking, and you kissed him again.

One of your hands traveled from his chest to the hem of his sweatpants, and you felt the pressure of his erection. Axel moaned softly, and his hands slid down to your legs, as if searching for something deeper. And although the clothes made it difficult, you didn't want to stop now. No, not after the tension had built up so much that you didn't know what to do. All you knew was that you wanted more.

While you were kissing him again, you tried to slip your hands under his pants. Axel moved back a little, giving you space. You watched him as he lowered his pants, his eyes shining with desire and his lips red, as if they had been kissed for hours. And after a few seconds of silence, which seemed longer than they actually were, Axel lowered his boxer shorts.

Axel approached you again, and this time there was no space between you. His fingers brushed your cheeks, and he gave you a kiss softer than the others. It was as if he knew exactly what you needed at that moment.

You took his member with one hand, trying not to seem nervous. All of this was a bit faster than you had expected, but at the same time, it was something you had always wanted.

You began to masturbate him slowly, as if you didn't want to scare him. Axel moaned silently, as if that was what he had been waiting for. And as you continued moving your fingers, you began to brush your fingers over his glans, trying to feel his reaction. Axel gasped with a soft moan, his fingers caressing your skin, but you didn't stop. All you wanted was to feel his body tense and release his orgasm in your hands. You wanted to see him lose his mind, see the passion in his eyes, and feel his body contract as he ejaculated.

"Do you like it?" You asked, smiling, you loved having him before you, surrendered. "Ask for more"

"M...more" Axel said almost in a whisper, "Please."

"Good boy"

You couldn't stop, you couldn't wait any longer. You were too eager to feel his orgasm, to see what happened when a man who seemed so confident crumbled in your arms. So you masturbated him a little faster, moving your fingers up and down in a circular motion, and Axel gasped, his breathing becoming more intense. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back, and in a second, his body began to convulse. And even though you knew he was on the verge of orgasm, you kept masturbating him a little faster.

And just like that, without any warning. Axel collapsed in your arms, his orgasm covering your fingers. It was what you had been waiting for. What you had imagined for so long. The passion, the pleasure, the release. Axel was panting non-stop, his eyes closed, his body trembling with pleasure. And although his orgasm didn't last long, it seemed longer than it actually was. It was as if the world around you had stopped, and there was only a connection between the two of you.

Finally, after a moment that seemed infinite, Axel opened his eyes and looked at you. His gaze was intense, but there was nothing else in it. There was no shame, there was no guilt, there was no remorse.

"That was incredible," Axel whispered, as if it were difficult for him to pronounce the words.

You didn't need to respond, you just smiled. But you didn't just smile because you were happy to see that Axel felt good; you smiled because you knew this wasn't just a part of the game. It was something more. That only made you want more. You wanted to continue, you wanted to touch him, you wanted to feel his body against yours. And you didn't know why, but it seemed as if fate had wanted this to happen. As if everything you had lived had led to this moment. And, you knew you couldn't stop here.

So you smiled a little more, and Axel looked at you as if he knew something you didn't.

"Do you want to continue?" Axel asked after a second of silence.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the bathroom door, making both of them jump in place. "You've been in there for a while now!" shouted a voice you recognized as Miguel's, who was probably betting with the other Miyagi-Do guys. You couldn't help but laugh at the situation. Axel pulled slightly away from you, looking at the door with a somewhat amused but at the same time slightly annoyed expression.

"How's it going, did you conquer the bathroom?" joked Miguel from outside.

"Shut up!" you replied, with an almost playful smile. Upon hearing the laughter of others on the other side of the door, the atmosphere changed slightly.

When Axel looked at you again, with a slight smile, you smiled back, without needing to say anything more. The tension was still there, but now it was different. Much more intense, but also much closer.

Outside, the Miyagi-Do kids and the rest of the dojos kept joking around, unaware of what had happened in the bathroom. However, you knew that something had changed between you and Axel, something you couldn't ignore. And although the battle the next day was the most important thing, something in the air told you that what had happened that night would endure long beyond the tournament.

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pdriesta · 6 months ago

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CHAPTER FIVE

“even when it’s bad, i love you”

pairing — trentxblack!girl

genre — angst, angst and more angst

word count — 10k

summary — y/n and trent's once strong relationship is strained by his growing distance and her unexpected pregnancy. as they clash over their future, y/n faces the painful choice of leaving behind the love and they love they worked so hard creating. will they overcome their struggles and rebuild their love, or will their fractured bond break beyond repair?

an — i loved writing this chapter!! i've grown to love them so much i wanted to make sure i accurately represented their love. let me know you thoughts!

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the thought of marriage had been lingering between them for a while now. it wasn’t the same as before, not like when they first got engaged. back then, everything felt like a whirlwind—a rush of love, passion, and excitement about building a future together. but now, after everything they'd been through, marriage had taken on a new meaning. it wasn’t just about the idea of becoming husband and wife. it was about commitment, about choosing each other every single day despite the hardships.

y/n had been thinking about it more often lately—about being his wife, about what that truly meant. she would catch herself daydreaming, imagining what it would be like to say "i do" to him, to have that promise feel real again. sometimes she’d lie awake at night, her hand brushing over the empty spot on her finger where the engagement ring used to sit, and it made her stomach twist. not with regret, but with longing. she missed the weight of it, missed what it symbolized for them, a reminder that they were in this together, no matter what.

and this morning, as she stood in front of the mirror getting ready for work, those thoughts weighed heavier than usual. she smoothed out the fabric of her blouse, adjusting the way it tucked into her tailored pants, her belly slightly pushing against the waistband now. she could feel trent’s eyes on her from across the room, but she didn’t turn around just yet. she was lost in her own head, thinking about how far they had come, but also how much further they still had to go. they weren’t perfect, not by any means, but they were trying. and that had to count for something.

as she ran her fingers through her hair one last time, she glanced at her reflection, the absence of her engagement ring nagging at her in the back of her mind. it had been months since she’d taken it off. months since she’d handed it back to him in tears, feeling like they were too broken to deserve it anymore. but things were different now. they were healing, slowly but surely, and as she stood there, she realized how much she wanted to wear it again. how much she needed that reminder that she was his, and he was hers.

her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of soft footsteps behind her. turning around, she found trent standing in the doorway, his hair still tousled from sleep, and wearing a loose hoodie with joggers. his eyes darkened as they raked over her figure, lingering on the way her blouse hugged her body, her growing belly just barely noticeable under the fabric.

"you look so damn sexy, baby," he murmured, his voice low and filled with heat as he walked toward her. she bit her lip, feeling her cheeks warm under his gaze.

“thanks,” she whispered, her eyes dropping to his lips before she glanced back up to meet his eyes. there was something different in the air this morning, something heavier, charged. she turned back toward the mirror, pretending to focus on adjusting her clothes again, but her mind was on him.

A few minutes later, she padded downstairs to find him seated at the kitchen island, his legs spread wide, leaning back in his chair as he absentmindedly scrolled through his phone. there was an ease about him, but she knew better. trent was never truly relaxed these days, not with everything on his mind. but the sight of him like this, so effortlessly handsome and so hers, made her heart skip.

she turned toward him then, finding him seated at the kitchen island, his elbows resting on the countertop as he absentmindedly scrolled through his phone. his hoodie was soft and rumpled from sleep, and his joggers hung low on his hips, making him look so effortlessly handsome that her heart swelled with affection.

“hey,” she called out softly, stepping closer to him. trent’s eyes lifted immediately, locking onto hers with that familiar warmth that always made her stomach flip. “where’s my engagement ring?”

the question hung in the air between them, and she saw the way his entire body tensed. his hand instinctively went to his pocket, the motion so subtle she might have missed it if she wasn’t paying attention. for a moment, he just stared at her, his mouth opening slightly as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.

“it’s just… i want to wear it again,” she continued, her voice quieter now, more vulnerable. “i know we still have a long way to go, but… when i wear it, it’s a reminder that we’re doing this together. that we’re trying.”

trent swallowed hard, his eyes searching hers for a long moment. “it’s… uh,” he stammered, clearly caught off guard. “it’s been at the jeweler’s. getting cleaned.”

y/n raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a soft, knowing smile. “getting cleaned?”

he nodded a little too quickly, his hand still lingering near his pocket, and she couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped her. “you’re a terrible liar, trent,” she teased lightly, stepping closer until she was standing between his legs.

he let out a breathy laugh, his nerves showing through in the way his hands fidgeted in his lap. “i just… i wanted to do this right,” he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. “you deserve more than just me giving you the same ring back. i wanted it to feel… special. like it did before.”

her heart swelled at his words, the sincerity in his voice making her chest tighten. she reached out, her hand resting on his knee as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing softly against his. “trent, i don’t care about any of that,” she whispered, her voice gentle but firm. “i don’t need a big gesture or a new ring. i just want to be with you. fully. i want to be your fiancée again.”

he looked up at her, his eyes wide and filled with emotion, and for a moment, he didn’t say anything. the weight of her words seemed to hit him all at once, and his breath caught in his throat. “you… you want to be my fiancée again?” he asked, his voice shaky, almost disbelieving.

y/n nodded, her eyes never leaving his. “yeah,” she whispered, her fingers tightening around his knee. “i do.”

trent’s hands reached out, gently cupping her face as he pulled her closer, his lips pressing against hers in a kiss that was soft, almost tentative. it felt like the first time all over again, the way they were both cautious but full of longing. when he pulled back, his forehead rested against hers, his breath shaky as he whispered, “you’re everything, y/n. you know that, right?”

she smiled against his lips, her heart swelling with love for this man, the father of her child, the one she wanted to spend forever with. “and you’re everything to me,” she whispered back, her hands sliding up his chest to wrap around his neck. “we’re gonna be okay. i know it.”

trent’s arms tightened around her, pulling her into his lap, his lips finding hers once again in a kiss that was deeper, more urgent. they still had a lot to figure out, still had so much to talk about, but in this moment, with her wrapped up in his arms, it felt like they were on the right path. like they were finally moving toward the future they had always wanted.

as she pulled back, trent’s hand rested on her growing belly, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “have they kicked yet?” he asked, his voice filled with awe and excitement.

y/n laughed softly, her hand covering his as she shook her head. “not yet, but you’ll be the first to know when they do.”

trent grinned, his eyes shining with pride as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to her belly. “i can’t wait.”

they shared a quiet moment together, the room filled with a sense of peace that had been absent for so long. as y/n stood to finish getting ready for work, she couldn’t help but glance back at him, her heart filled with so much love she could hardly contain it.

she was going to marry him. she was going to wear that ring again, and this time, it was going to mean even more than it had before. because now, they knew what it took to fight for each other. now, they knew what it meant to truly love.

and that was all that mattered.

as trent pulled her closer, their lips meeting in a kiss that was anything but gentle, y/n could feel the weight of their past slipping away, replaced by something stronger, something real. his hands slid down her waist, gripping her tighter as he deepened the kiss, his breath hot against her lips as he teased, “you’re not getting that ring back just yet.”

y/n smiled against his mouth, her fingers tangling in the soft curls at the nape of his neck, the teasing edge in his voice making her pulse quicken. “we’ll see about that,” she whispered, leaning in to press another kiss to his jaw, her lips brushing his skin in a way that made him shiver.

“i mean it,” he breathed out, his hands slipping under her blouse, fingertips grazing the skin of her lower back. “when you get it back, it’s gonna be better. it’ll be… right this time.”

she pulled back slightly, just enough to look into his eyes, searching them for a deeper meaning. there was something there—something unspoken, simmering beneath the surface. the way his gaze softened, the way his hands tightened around her waist, like he was holding onto something more than just the moment. something important.

“what do you mean, ‘better’?” she asked quietly, her heart skipping a beat. her voice was soft, but there was an edge of curiosity laced through her words. trent hesitated, his eyes darting away for a split second before meeting hers again, the corners of his mouth pulling into a small, knowing smile.

“you’ll see,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with an emotion she couldn’t quite place. “i’ve got something planned. just… be patient, okay?”

y/n raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. “something planned? like what?” she pressed, but he only shook his head, that teasing grin growing wider.

“you’ll ruin the surprise if you keep asking,” he said, his voice light but the seriousness in his eyes told her that whatever he had in mind, it was something big. something that meant a lot to him. and to her.

a flicker of excitement sparked in her chest, a warmth spreading through her as she realized what he was hinting at. trent was planning something special. something that wasn’t just about getting back the ring, but about them, about their future.

“okay,” she said softly, her heart swelling with love as she leaned in to kiss him again, slower this time, savoring the way his lips moved against hers. “i’ll wait.”

trent chuckled against her mouth, his hands sliding up her sides before resting gently on her belly. “you better,” he whispered, pulling her closer until there was no space between them. “it’s gonna be worth it, i promise.”

his words hung in the air between them, full of promise and possibility, and y/n couldn’t help but feel a rush of anticipation. whatever trent had planned, she knew it was going to be more than just a moment. it was going to be the beginning of something new, something that would make everything they’d gone through worth it.

as they stood there, wrapped up in each other, the future felt brighter than it had in a long time. and though she didn’t know exactly when or how, she knew one thing for sure—trent was going to ask her to marry him again.

and this time, she would say yes with her whole heart.

the rest of the day passed by in a blur of work calls and emails, but y/n’s mind kept wandering back to trent’s words. he had something planned. something special. and as much as she tried to push the thought to the back of her mind, the curiosity gnawed at her.

by the time she got home, the need to know had completely taken over. she had to find it—if he’d hidden the ring here, she’d track it down. her eyes darted around the room, mentally noting every spot it could be.

she started with the dresser, pulling open the drawers carefully, sifting through his clothes. nothing. she moved on to the closet next, checking the pockets of his jackets, her brow furrowed in concentration. still nothing.

she was mid-rummage, standing on her tiptoes to check the top shelf, when she heard the familiar sound of the front door opening. panic hit, but before she could even pull herself together, she heard trent’s voice from down the hall.

“baby?” his voice called out, full of amusement.

y/n froze, one of his jackets still clutched in her hands. her eyes widened as trent appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame with a grin that only grew wider when he saw what she was up to.

he didn’t say anything at first, just stood there watching her. his damp curls clung to his forehead, fresh from his shower after training, and his fitted hoodie hugged his frame in all the right ways. “what are you doing?” he finally asked, his voice thick with amusement.

y/n dropped the jacket and quickly turned, her heart racing as she tried to play it cool. “oh, nothing. just… organizing.” she smiled sweetly, attempting to mask the fact she’d been snooping.

trent raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. without another word, he walked over to the bed, casually kicking off his sneakers before collapsing onto the mattress. he stretched out, arms behind his head, still watching her with a lazy grin.

“organizing, huh?” his tone was teasing, eyes glinting with amusement. “looks like you’re trying to find something.”

y/n’s eyes narrowed playfully, her hands landing on her hips as she faced him. “maybe i am,” she admitted, stepping toward him. “so… where is it?”

trent let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he settled into the pillows, his gaze never leaving hers. “you’re still on about that?” he asked, his voice full of affection.

“yup,” y/n replied, moving closer, her curiosity getting the best of her. “you said you had something planned, and now you expect me to just sit here and wait? that’s cruel.”

trent grinned, watching as she came closer, his eyes following the way she leaned over him, trying to coax the information out. “i never said it’d be easy.”

y/n rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips. “come on, trent,” she teased, her fingers gently tracing along the hem of his hoodie. “just give me a little hint.”

trent smirked, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her down onto the bed with him, her squeal muffled as she landed beside him. “you’re not gonna stop, are you?” he asked, his voice full of amusement as he leaned over her.

“nope,” she replied, popping the ‘p’ as she wriggled under his grip, her laugh light and playful. “i’m not giving up until you tell me.”

trent laughed softly, his fingers brushing against her waist as he shook his head. “you really think you’re gonna get it out of me?” he teased, his eyes gleaming with challenge.

y/n smirked, slipping her hands up to his chest, gently pushing him onto his back as she straddled his hips. “i think i have my ways,” she murmured, leaning down until their faces were inches apart. “maybe i’ll just have to work a little harder.”

trent’s breath hitched slightly, but his grin never wavered. “you can try,” he whispered, his voice rougher now. “but i’m not cracking that easily.”

y/n pouted dramatically, though her eyes twinkled with mischief. "we’ll see about that," she murmured, her hands sliding under his hoodie as she teased, brushing her fingers over his skin lightly. trent groaned softly, his hands moving to her hips, gripping her firmly.

"you're playing a dangerous game, baby," he rasped, his eyes darkening as y/n leaned in closer, brushing her lips against his, but just when he thought she'd give in and kiss him, she pulled back, giggling.

"you think you can resist?" she asked sweetly, standing between his legs now, her fingers still teasingly trailing over his chest. she raised an eyebrow, her eyes glinting with challenge. "where is it, trent?"

he let out a low chuckle, his hands moving to the back of her thighs, gently pulling her even closer. "you really think you're gonna get it out of me this way?"

"maybe," she teased, leaning in just enough to make his heart race before pulling away again. "or maybe… i'll just have to keep trying until you break."

trent grinned, leaning up, their faces mere inches apart. "go ahead, try your best." but the second their lips brushed, he felt the shift in the air, and all the teasing melted away as their kiss deepened, the warmth between them impossible to ignore.

y/n's hands slipped from under his hoodie, tangling into his curls as she kissed him back, no longer teasing, no longer holding back. trent's grip on her hips tightened as he pulled her flush against him, the heat between them building. the soft brush of her lips became more insistent, her breath hitching as trent’s tongue slid against hers, deepening the kiss. his hands roamed up her thighs, his touch setting every inch of her skin on fire.

but just as quickly as the intensity had risen, y/n pulled back, her forehead resting against his, both of them breathing heavily, lips swollen from the heat of the moment.

"where is it?" she whispered, a breathless laugh escaping her as she stayed just inches away from his lips. her fingers traced along his jaw, the closeness driving him mad.

trent chuckled softly, his forehead still pressed against hers. "you're relentless, you know that?"

"i know," she grinned, her fingers playing with the hem of his hoodie again. "but you love it."

"yeah," he murmured, leaning in, his lips brushing her ear as his hands tightened their grip on her hips. "i do."

y/n’s breath hitched as his lips trailed along her jaw, a soft hum of approval escaping her. but still, she couldn’t resist, her fingers pressing lightly against his chest, keeping just enough distance between them to keep him wanting more.

"so, where's the ring?" she asked again, her voice teasing, but her body giving away how much she was enjoying this game.

trent’s eyes darkened as he looked up at her, his hand sliding up her side, pulling her even closer. "you’re gonna have to be patient," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. "i told you, you’ll find out when the time is right."

"patience isn't my strong suit," she smirked, leaning down, her lips ghosting over his once more. "but i guess i’ll have to make do."

he groaned softly, the tension between them palpable as he pulled her down onto him, his lips catching hers in another heated kiss. this time, there was no teasing, no playfulness. just need.

as their lips moved together, y/n could feel his heartbeat matching hers, fast and hard beneath her touch. his hands moved under her hoodie now, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist as he deepened the kiss, pulling her even closer until there was no space left between them.

but again, y/n pulled back, a mischievous glint in her eye as she stood, sliding out of his grasp, her fingers trailing down his chest as she did.

"keep teasing me like that, and you’ll never get the ring," trent warned, his voice thick with amusement, though the heat in his gaze betrayed his playful tone.

y/n smirked, standing between his legs again, this time letting her hands rest on his shoulders. "i think i’ll find it," she whispered, leaning in just close enough to let her lips hover over his once more, "whether you want me to or not."

trent let out a low groan, his hands grabbing her by the waist and pulling her into him once again, but this time, y/n didn’t pull back. her lips met his in a kiss that was slow and deep, her body melting into his as they both gave in to the moment, the world around them fading away.

"i guess you’ll just have to keep looking," he murmured against her lips, his voice low and rough, making her shiver as she leaned into him, unable to resist any longer.

she smiled, her lips brushing his one last time before pulling away completely. "i will," she whispered, her fingers lightly tracing his jaw as she stepped back, her gaze still locked on his, "and when i find it, you're mine."

y/n woke up to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. her hand instinctively moved to rest on her belly, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her breath. her eyes landed on a folded note on the pillow beside her. she picked it up, already feeling a smile tug at her lips as she recognized trent’s handwriting.

be ready, beautiful. tonight’s for you. i’ll pick you up at 7. wear something that makes you feel as beautiful as you are. - t

a warmth spread through her chest. she ran her fingers over the note, the words lingering. after everything they’d been through—the struggles, the tears, the doubts—trent always found a way to remind her that she was his world. the anticipation built throughout the day, a quiet excitement bubbling under the surface.

by 7, y/n stood in front of their mirror, smoothing her hands over the soft fabric of her blush pink dress. her braids were styled loosely, falling down her back, and she felt her baby bump growing by the day. but there was something different about tonight. it wasn’t just the note or the dinner—it was the way trent had been looking at her lately, the way he seemed to hold her a little closer, as if he didn’t want to let go.

the doorbell rang, and when y/n opened it, there he was—trent, standing in a tailored suit, holding a bouquet of her favorite flowers. his eyes locked on hers, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. they just stood there, drinking each other in.

“wow,” trent breathed, stepping closer. “you are breathtaking.”

y/n blushed, feeling her heart skip a beat. “you don’t look too bad yourself.”

trent’s grin was soft, his eyes filled with something more than just admiration. it was love, deep and enduring, the kind that had weathered storms and come out stronger. he kissed her gently, his hand instinctively resting on her belly for a moment before pulling away.

“ready to go?”

she nodded, her curiosity piquing as he led her outside. the drive was peaceful, the city lights twinkling as they passed by. when they reached the restaurant, y/n expected them to head inside, but instead, trent took her hand, guiding her toward a private entrance. they stepped into an elevator, and y/n’s breath hitched when the doors opened.

the rooftop had been transformed into a dream. fairy lights hung overhead, casting a warm glow over the intimate space. a candlelit table was set up by the edge, the city skyline twinkling in the background, and soft music played in the air. it was perfect—like something out of a fairytale.

“trent…” y/n whispered, her voice catching in her throat. “you did all this?”

trent smiled, his gaze soft and filled with love. “for you. you deserve it all, y/n. every bit of it.”

they shared dinner, laughing and talking as they always had, but there was something about the night—about the way trent kept looking at her, his eyes full of emotion—that made y/n’s heart race. after dessert, trent stood, taking her hand and leading her toward the center of the rooftop, where the lights shone the brightest.

his hands trembled slightly as he held hers, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her breathless. “y/n,” he started, his voice thick with emotion. “i’ve been thinking about this for a long time, and i don’t think there’s a way for me to put into words just how much you mean to me. not completely. not in the way you deserve.”

y/n’s chest tightened, her fingers gripping his hand a little tighter.

trent’s voice was soft, almost reverent, as he continued. “we’ve been through so much, haven’t we? we’ve had our highs, our lows. we’ve fought, we’ve broken, but we always found our way back to each other. and through it all, you… you’ve been my constant. the one thing i knew i couldn’t lose.”

his hands moved gently to her waist, resting over her belly. “and now… now we’re bringing two beautiful babies into this world. i watch you every day, y/n, and i see how strong you are. how you carry all of this with so much grace, even when it’s hard. you amaze me.”

trent paused, his voice growing more emotional. “there were moments when i didn’t think i deserved you. moments when i thought you’d be better off without me. but you stayed. you fought for us. and it made me fall in love with you all over again—not just for who you are, but for your strength, your resilience, the way you love with everything you have. and now… now i get to be a father because of you.”

y/n’s eyes were already welling with tears, her heart aching with the depth of his words. but trent wasn’t finished.

“i know i haven’t been perfect,” he continued, his voice cracking slightly. “i know i’ve made mistakes. but you—you never gave up on me. on us. and i want our kids to grow up knowing that love isn’t perfect, but it’s real. it’s something you fight for.”

trent’s voice dropped to a whisper, his thumb brushing softly over her belly. “i look at you, and i see the mother of my children. the love of my life. and i know now, more than ever, that i want to spend the rest of my life making sure you know how much you mean to me.”

before y/n could say anything, trent stepped back slightly, reaching into his pocket. her breath hitched as he dropped to one knee, pulling out a ring—new, yet so familiar.

"y/n," trent whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "will you finally let me be the husband you deserve? will you marry me, not just as the mother of our children, but as the woman who’s always had my heart? i don’t just want to be the father of our kids—I want to be the man you can count on, the man who spends every day of the rest of his life showing you how much you mean to me. not just now, but forever."

y/n’s heart shattered in the best way, her tears falling freely as she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. “yes, trent. yes, i’d marry you a thousand times.”

trent slipped the ring onto her finger, standing and pulling her into his arms. his lips met hers in a kiss that felt like home—like every promise they’d ever made, every vow they’d ever spoken, was wrapped in that one moment. they kissed as if the world had stopped turning, as if it was just the two of them, suspended in time.

when they finally pulled back, their foreheads pressed together, their breath mingling in the cool night air, trent whispered, “you’ve always been my everything, y/n. and you always will be.”

on the way home, neither could keep their hands to themselves, touching, brushing fingertips against skin, stealing soft, breathless kisses between stops at red lights. when they reached the door, it was as if a dam broke; trent pressed her against it, hands framing her face as he claimed her mouth with an intensity that had her clinging to him, breathless, as though the weeks apart had only deepened his hunger.

“are you okay?” he asked between fervent kisses, his voice rough, tinged with worry as his hands slipped down her sides, savoring every inch.

she looked up at him, voice barely a whisper, filled with need, “don’t hold back... i want you... i want to be with my fiancé.”

he let out a low, helpless groan, and she felt his resolve snap; without another word, he swept her into his arms, pressing another heated kiss to her lips as he carried her up the stairs. each step was a test of control, her arms wound tightly around his neck, her lips never parting from his as she tugged at him, desperate to close every inch between them.

inside the room, trent laid her down gently, his eyes darkening with a kind of reverence as he looked over her, one hand trailing down to where her stomach held the beginning of their future together. “my whole life is here with you,” he murmured, brushing his thumb tenderly over her stomach, his gaze never leaving her. “our twins... it’s unreal.”

the emotion in his voice stole her breath, his touch reverent, as though he were touching the most fragile thing in the world. she shivered, arching beneath his touch, feeling every word, every gentle stroke settle deep within her heart. “trent…” her voice broke, thick with the weight of her feelings, her fingers finding his face, tracing the line of his jaw as she gazed up at him with everything she had.

trent's hands roamed y/n's body like he couldn’t get enough, his fingers tracing every curve and dip, lingering over the soft swell of her stomach. it was still small, barely noticeable beneath his touch, but the idea of their baby growing inside her captivated him, a possessive hunger building deep within.

“you have no idea how obsessed i am with this,” he murmured, his voice low and reverent, his lips brushing against the skin of her stomach as he kissed her there, right where their child was nestled. “with you. with our babies.”

y/n’s breath hitched, her fingers slipping into his hair, pulling him closer as she stared down at him, her heart racing. his words, the way he looked at her like she was the only thing that mattered, melted her insides. “trent…”

he pressed another kiss to her stomach, his hands sliding up to grip her hips, holding her firmly in place as he gazed up at her, his eyes dark and full of longing. “i think about it all the time,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. “you carrying my babies… you have no idea what that does to me.”

the intensity in his gaze sent shivers down her spine, the heat of his breath igniting every nerve in her body. “i didn’t think you were this into it,” she admitted, her voice soft as she traced his jawline with her fingers, mesmerized by the fire ignited in his eyes.

trent chuckled, his breath warm against her skin as he pressed another kiss just below her navel, his fingers tightening on her hips. “i never stopped wanting you,” he muttered, his voice rough with desire. “even when you were away… every time i saw you, all i could think about was this. was you… with our babies.”

his words made her shiver, heat pooling low in her belly as she looked down at him, eyes wide with both surprise and longing. “you mean that?” she asked quietly, her fingers trailing over his shoulders, her heart racing as the air thickened with tension.

“every word,” trent whispered, his hands moving to cup her stomach gently, his thumb stroking over her skin with the utmost care. “i love you like this… knowing you’re carrying my child, that you’re ours now. completely.”

y/n felt her heart swell, breath catching in her throat as he spoke. the way he looked at her, the reverence in his touch, was overwhelming. she felt cherished, adored, and the possessiveness in his gaze only intensified her yearning. “you don’t even know what you do to me,” he murmured, his lips brushing over her skin as his hands slid back up her body, pulling her closer until their faces were inches apart. “these babies… it makes me want you even more.”

“trent…” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, filled with urgency.

“i want to be with you all the time,” he continued, his voice rough with need. “i think about you every second. about this.” his hands moved down to her hips again, fingers digging into her skin possessively as he pulled her flush against him, their bodies perfectly aligned, their breaths mingling. “and when i see you… looking like this, carrying our babies, it drives me crazy.”

the intensity of his words ignited a fire within her, her pulse quickening as she felt every inch of him, the raw hunger and love intertwining, consuming her. “you’re mine,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion. “both of you. always.”

y/n kissed him then, hard and deep, her hands slipping down his back, needing to feel him closer. she let herself get lost in him, in the warmth of his body against hers. trent groaned into the kiss, his hands tightening on her hips as he pulled her even closer, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony, their connection electric.

“i love you like this,” he murmured against her lips, voice thick with desire. “i love everything about you… everything about us.”

y/n's heart soared at his words, her breath coming in short, heated gasps as she pressed herself closer, wanting to feel every inch of him. “i love you too,” she whispered, voice trembling with longing. “always.”

trent’s lips moved to her neck, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses to her skin as he shifted, rolling them over until he hovered above her, his eyes dark and filled with raw desire.

“i need to feel you,” he muttered, voice thick with need as he stared down at her, hands trailing over her stomach again, brushing over the small swell. “i want to be with you… completely.”

y/n’s breath hitched, heart racing as she stared up at him, body trembling with anticipation. “then take me,” she whispered, voice low but laced with longing, her hands gripping his shoulders, urging him closer.

trent groaned, lips crashing into hers, letting himself go as he surrendered to the fire building inside him. his hands roamed her body with a newfound urgency, igniting a heat that had been simmering for weeks. he wanted her, needed her, and the thought of her carrying his child only amplified the desire swirling within them.

“you’re my everything,” he whispered against her lips, voice thick with emotion as he moved with her, their bodies melting together in perfect sync. “forever.”

trent's breath was ragged as he moved with her, fingers tightening on her hips as he groaned into her ear. his forehead pressed against hers, their bodies entwined, the room filled with nothing but their heavy breathing and the raw heat between them.

his gaze fell to her hand, to the ring gleaming on her finger, and his heart swelled with a mix of love and desire. a soft, breathless laugh escaped his lips, brushing his thumb over the ring as they moved together, a relentless dance of passion. “i’d marry you tomorrow, you know,” he muttered, voice husky and sincere as he kissed her deeper, wanting her to feel every ounce of love he held for her. “if you didn’t want that big wedding… i’d have you as mine right now.”

y/n barely registered his words, lost in the moment, her mind hazy with the intensity of it all. her fingers dug into his shoulders, holding on as though he was her only anchor, her lips parting to let out a soft moan.

trent groaned, lips brushing the shell of her ear, planting hot kisses along her neck. “maybe we skip it all, yeah? we don’t need the fancy day… i just need you. you and our babies.” his teeth grazed her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine. “we can make it official right now, y/n. i’ll take care of everything.”

she gasped, the heat of his words igniting her, her body trembling beneath his touch. "my baby is speechless. so lost in this, huh?” he whispered, voice low and teasing, lips brushing against the side of her neck. “can’t even answer me."

y/n whimpered at his words, her body arching against his as she clung to him, overwhelmed by the intensity of their connection. trent’s touch was electrifying, his every word making her feel cherished, desired, and utterly consumed by him. she could barely think, her mind hazy with the warmth of his skin against hers, the way their bodies moved together in perfect harmony.

“trent…” she breathed out, her voice trembling as her hands slid down his back, desperate to feel him closer, to hold onto this moment and never let it go. “i… i can’t think when you’re like this.”

he smirked against her skin, lips trailing down her neck, planting hot, open-mouthed kisses as he pressed his body more firmly against hers. “good,” he whispered, voice low and rough, filled with satisfaction at the effect he had on her. “don’t think, baby. just feel.”

and she did. she felt everything—the heat of his breath on her skin, the way his hands caressed every curve of her body, the way their hearts seemed to beat in time with each other. she felt the weight of his love in every touch, every whispered word, as though he was pouring all of himself into her, claiming her in the most intimate way.

her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she tilted her head back, giving him better access to her neck. trent took the invitation, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire along her skin, making her gasp and arch into him.

“you drive me insane,” he muttered against her skin, his voice filled with a mix of desperation and adoration. “every time i look at you… i want you more.”

y/n's heart pounded in her chest, her breathing coming in ragged gasps as his words wrapped around her like a tight coil. she was lost in him, in the way his body pressed against hers, in the way he made her feel so utterly wanted.

“i’m yours,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, but she knew he heard her by the way his grip tightened on her hips, pulling her even closer.

trent lifted his head, his gaze locking with hers, his eyes dark and filled with emotion. “say it again,” he demanded softly, his voice thick with need as he hovered above her, every inch of him vibrating with tension. “i need to hear it.”

y/n swallowed hard, her breath catching as she looked up at him, her heart swelling with love, with desire, with the undeniable connection they shared. “i’m yours, trent,” she whispered again, her hands cupping his face, her thumbs brushing gently over his cheeks as she stared into his eyes. “always.”

trent groaned, his lips crashing into hers, their kiss urgent and consuming, filled with all the passion and love they had for each other. his hands roamed her body, gripping her hips, pulling her even closer as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against hers in a heated dance that left her breathless.

trent’s hand traced the outline of her face with reverence, his fingers trembling slightly as though he couldn’t believe she was truly here, in his arms again. he stared at her, eyes dark and brimming with emotions he’d held back for too long. the look in his gaze, intense and brimming with longing, was enough to leave her breathless, her heart racing with the sheer weight of what lay unspoken between them.

“i missed everything about you,” he breathed, his voice hoarse, each word carrying the weight of the days and nights he’d spent without her. “your laugh, the way you look at me… just having you beside me, y/n.” his hand splayed across her back, pulling her closer, as though afraid she’d slip away if he let go.

the air between them grew heavy, thick with a need neither could hide any longer. he kissed her, soft and slow at first, savoring every second, as though he was memorizing every detail of her taste, her warmth, the familiar way her lips parted beneath his. his grip tightened on her waist, his fingers pressing into her as if anchoring himself, grounding himself in her, letting the sheer presence of her melt away all the distance, all the loneliness.

y/n’s hands found their way to his face, her fingers trailing over his jaw, tracing every contour, every familiar line. “i thought about you every night,” she whispered, her voice shaky, her words a confession as she leaned into him, her body fitting perfectly against his. “i’d fall asleep trying to remember what it felt like to have you close… it felt like you were just slipping away.”

trent’s breath hitched, and he pulled back just enough to look at her, his thumb brushing over her cheek, gentle yet desperate. “you’re my everything,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with an aching intensity. “you, our babies… all i wanted was to come back to you, but now i can’t wait anymore.”

his words ignited a fire within her, a desperate need that had been building up since the moment he’d left. her hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him down, her lips crashing against his with a fervor that matched his own. every kiss, every brush of his skin against hers, was filled with all the moments they’d lost, all the yearning they hadn’t dared to voice.

“i need you,” she whispered against his mouth, her voice trembling with the weight of it, her heart pounding wildly as he wrapped his arms around her, his touch firm, grounding, real.

he responded with a low groan, his body pressing against hers with an urgency that spoke of the weeks they’d been apart, the nights he’d lain awake thinking of her, the ache that only grew with each passing day. “you’re everything to me… you and our babies,” he murmured, his voice rough and filled with love, each word a promise. his lips brushed against hers, insistent, pouring every ounce of love and longing he had into each kiss, his movements growing more fervent as if he could somehow make up for every second they’d lost.

they moved together with a rhythm that was both tender and desperate, each touch, each kiss an affirmation of the love that bound them together, their connection deeper than words could ever convey. the heat between them built, igniting like wildfire as their breaths mingled, filling the room with the raw, electric energy of two souls reuniting, of two people who had been kept apart far too long.

her fingers trailed down his back, pulling him closer, pressing herself against him, each movement charged with the love and longing that had built up in his absence. “i can’t let you go again,” she murmured, her voice breathless, filled with a vulnerability she could no longer hide.

trent’s gaze softened, his eyes dark with love as he leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers, his hands holding her like she was the most precious thing in his world. “you’ll never have to,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “i’m here… for you, for them, for us. nothing’s ever taking me away again.”

they moved together in a slow, passionate rhythm, each touch an unspoken vow, each kiss a promise to cherish every second they had, to hold on tight and never let go. the intensity of their love, the rawness of their need, filled every corner of the room as they gave themselves to each other, finally, fully, and without reservation.

their desire for each other overwhelming as the heat between them built to an unbearable level. trent’s hands slid under her thighs, lifting her effortlessly as he pressed her against the bed, his body fitting perfectly against hers, their breaths mingling as their lips never parted.

“i love you,” he whispered against her lips, his voice hoarse and filled with emotion. “you and our baby… you’re everything to me.”

y/n's heart swelled at his words, tears pricking the corners of her eyes as she pulled him closer, her fingers gripping his shoulders tightly. “i love you too,” she breathed, her voice trembling with the weight of her emotions. “so much.”

and with that, they lost themselves in each other completely, their bodies and hearts entwined, every touch, every kiss, every whispered word a testament to the love they shared. nothing else mattered in that moment—just the two of them, their connection, and the overwhelming sense of belonging they felt in each other’s arms. the room was filled with the quiet hum of their breaths, the intensity of their passion giving way to a peaceful calm as they settled into the warmth of each other.

slowly, their movements slowed, the heat between them melting into something softer, more intimate. y/n curled against trent’s chest, her fingers tracing gentle patterns along his skin as his hand

they stayed in the quiet, warm comfort of each other for a moment longer, their hearts slowing as they savored the intimacy. trent’s hand never stopped moving, fingers tracing over her back, soothing and protective, grounding her in the present.

eventually, y/n lifted her head slightly, resting her chin on his chest as she looked up at him, her eyes soft but filled with curiosity. “do you really want to elope?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, the question hanging in the air as her fingers absentmindedly traced over the ring on her finger.

trent glanced down at her, a playful smirk tugging at his lips, but the seriousness in his gaze made her heart skip a beat. “i mean it,” he said, his voice low but sincere. “i don’t need a big wedding, y/n. i just need you. i’d marry you right now if i could.”

y/n’s breath hitched, her fingers stilling as she stared at him, the weight of his words sinking in. “you really mean that,” she whispered, more a statement than a question.

trent nodded, reaching down to cup her face, his thumb brushing over her cheek in a tender gesture. “i’ve never been more serious,” he said softly, his eyes searching hers. “i don’t care about the big day, the flowers, or the crowd. i just want you. i want us to start our life together as soon as we can.”

she shifted slightly, resting her head back against his chest as his thumb continued its soothing path over her skin. “i love the idea of it,” she admitted quietly. “but… our families. i can’t imagine doing it without them. they’d never forgive us, you know.”

trent chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. “yeah, i thought about that too,” he sighed. “they’d probably never let us live it down. especially your mom—she’d have me on the phone every day.”

y/n giggled, picturing her mom’s reaction if they ran off to get married without telling her. “she’d definitely give you an earful,” she teased, looking up at him with a soft smile. “and your family… they’d want to celebrate too.”

he nodded, his eyes reflecting the same understanding. “you’re right,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “we can’t forget about them. they deserve to be there when it happens.”

y/n’s fingers traced the lines of his jaw as she sighed softly. “so, maybe we take our time,” she suggested, her voice thoughtful. “wait until the next break… if your incredibly talented self doesn’t get called up again.”

trent smirked, rolling his eyes playfully. “oh, here we go,” he teased, lightly nudging her. “humble as always, aren’t we?”

“hey, i’m just being honest,” y/n laughed, her voice light and teasing as she pressed a kiss to his chest. “i know how busy things get for you. between the season and everything else… maybe it’s better to wait.”

trent sighed, pulling her closer as his hand slid up to tangle in her hair. “you’re probably right,” he admitted softly, his fingers brushing through her braids. “we’ll wait. but don’t think i’m not serious about marrying you as soon as we get the chance.”

y/n’s heart warmed at his words, her eyes meeting his as she felt the certainty in his gaze. “i know,” she whispered, her voice soft but filled with love. “and when the time’s right, we’ll do it. with our families there… and maybe a bit of elopement magic mixed in.”

trent grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he leaned in to kiss her. “sounds like a plan, mrs. alexander-arnold,” he murmured against her lips, his voice full of affection.

she smiled into the kiss, the future feeling brighter than ever as they held each other, the idea of their wedding—whenever it came—something they would cherish forever.

and as they lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the thought of eloping lingered like a quiet promise, foreshadowing a day they both knew would come when the timing was just right.

the evening was quiet, the soft glow from the television casting shadows across the room, but neither of them was paying attention to it. y/n sat curled up on the couch, her legs stretched out, resting in trent’s lap. his hand moved gently along her ankle, the touch soothing, but there was a weight in the air—something that had been there for months but felt different tonight.

she bit her lip, glancing at him from under her lashes, and when he met her gaze, she saw it—the same unspoken thoughts swimming in his eyes. she shifted slightly, her fingers tugging at the hem of her shirt, her heart racing with the question she had been holding onto for so long.

"trent," she whispered, her voice barely breaking the silence between them.

his hand stilled on her ankle, his full attention on her now. "yeah?" his voice was soft, but there was a cautiousness in it, like he already knew something was coming.

she took a deep breath, her fingers twisting together nervously. "i’ve been thinking… about the proposal." the words hung heavy in the air between them, and she watched as trent’s brow furrowed slightly, his grip on her foot tightening just a fraction.

"what about it?" he asked, his voice still calm, but she could see the worry flicker in his eyes.

y/n hesitated, trying to gather her thoughts. "i just don’t understand why you did it… when you were in such a dark place," she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. "it didn’t feel like the right time for us, and i’ve been wondering… why then?"

trent’s gaze dropped to her legs in his lap, his hand resuming its gentle path along her skin, as if the motion helped him think. "i thought it might fix things," he admitted, his voice quiet, almost like he was ashamed to say it. "but that wasn’t the main reason."

she waited, her heart pounding as she watched him, needing him to explain, needing to hear the truth.

trent exhaled slowly, his eyes lifting to meet hers, the vulnerability in his expression breaking down the walls she’d built in her mind. "you were my lifeline," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "when everything else felt like it was falling apart—football, the pressure, the noise from the media—you were the one thing that kept me grounded. every time i’d walk through the door after the worst day, i’d see you, and it was like… it all got quiet. you made it all go away."

y/n’s breath caught in her throat, her heart aching at his words. she hadn’t known, hadn’t realized how much he had needed her, even when he had been pulling away.

"but you were distant," she whispered, her voice trembling. "you weren’t… you weren’t yourself. i thought you didn’t want me anymore."

trent shook his head, his grip on her leg tightening as if he needed to hold onto her, to keep her close. "i know i pulled away, and i hate that i made you feel like that," he said, his voice raw. "but every night, when i came home, no matter how tired or stressed i was, i knew you’d be waiting for me. whether it was a light kiss or… or something more, you were always there. and in those moments, the weight didn’t feel so heavy anymore."

her throat tightened, tears pricking at her eyes as she listened to him, realizing how much she had meant to him, even when she’d felt like they were falling apart.

"and you still want all that with me?" she asked softly, her voice barely a whisper, but the vulnerability in her question was unmistakable.

trent’s eyes softened, and he nodded, his thumb brushing gently over her ankle. "i want everything with you," he said, his voice filled with certainty. "you, our babiess… our family. i want it all. i want to marry you because you’re my home, y/n. you always have been."

her heart swelled at his words, the sincerity in his voice breaking down every doubt she had carried. she blinked back the tears that threatened to fall, her fingers reaching out to tangle with his. "i guess we did things a little backward," she whispered with a small smile, trying to lighten the mood. "should’ve gotten married first."

trent chuckled softly, his hand moving to cradle her foot in his lap. "yeah, well, knowing me, i had to make it more complicated," he teased, but his eyes were still filled with emotion, with love.

y/n shifted slightly, her other hand coming to rest on her belly, her fingers tracing small circles over the bump that was just beginning to show. "so, what about baby names?" she asked, her voice soft, but there was a playful glint in her eyes.

trent raised an eyebrow, clearly interested. "you’ve thought of some already?"

she swallowed, glancing down at him, her fingers resuming their soothing motion. "i want one of our sons to have your initials... t.a.a.," she said, her voice a mixture of warmth and certainty, even as she saw his expression shift with uncertainty.

trent’s gaze dropped, his jaw tightening slightly as he seemed to wrestle with the idea. "y/n… i don’t know if that's fair to him," he said, his voice low, almost hesitant. "i don’t want him to feel like he has to carry that weight, like he’s got to be anything more than who he is… like he has to be like me."

she reached for his hand, her fingers weaving through his as she brought it to her lap, resting it over her heart. "trent, listen to me," she whispered, leaning down so their foreheads almost touched. "our son won’t have to live up to anything other than what he wants to be… because of you. you have a heart so full of kindness, patience, and love. that’s what he’ll see. he won’t admire you because you’re a footballer; he’ll admire you because you’re his dad."

he exhaled, a shuddering breath escaping him as her words sank in. "but the pressure… what if he feels like he has to follow in my footsteps, like he’s got no choice but to be in the spotlight, to face everything i went through?" his voice broke slightly, revealing a vulnerability he rarely shared.

she cupped his face, her thumbs brushing against his cheeks as she spoke. "he’ll look up to you because of who you are, not because of what you do," she said firmly. "and you would never let anyone or anything force him to be something he’s not. our son will have his own dreams… and with you as his dad, he’ll have the courage to chase them, whatever they are. you’ll give him that, trent."

he looked at her, his eyes glistening with the weight of her words, and for a moment, the fear melted away, replaced by something warmer, something closer to hope. "and you really believe that?" he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, as if he needed her to believe it for him.

"i do," she nodded, her voice unwavering. "i believe it with everything in me. you’re going to be an incredible father… and our son is going to love and admire you for all the right reasons."

trent closed his eyes, his hand gripping hers tightly as he let her words sink in. for the first time in a long time, he felt a glimmer of peace, a reassurance that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t be passing on any burdens.

"so," she whispered, her voice softening, "what do you think about tatum? tatum alexander-arnold." her smile was soft, her thumb brushing over his knuckles, grounding them both in this gentle, quiet moment.

trent’s smile grew, a lightness filling his eyes as he repeated the name, testing it. "tatum alexander-arnold," he murmured, the syllables like a promise. "yeah… yeah, i like it."

y/n’s heart fluttered at his reaction, her hand squeezing his gently. "and what if we get girls" she asked with a teasing grin. "you get to name our princesses, right?"

trent smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes, but there was something deeper there, too. "yeah," he said quietly, his voice softening. "i’ve been thinking about that for a while, actually."

y/n tilted her head, curiosity sparking in her eyes. "oh? do you already have a name? what’s the name you’ve been keeping to yourself?"

trent looked at her for a long moment, his hand still resting on her leg, his gaze tender. "rowan," he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. "after your aunt."

y/n’s breath caught, her chest tightening at the mention of her late aunt, someone she had been so close to, someone who had been like a second mother to her. she blinked back the sudden rush of tears, her heart swelling with emotion as she looked at trent. "rowan…" she whispered, her voice trembling. "you remembered?"

trent nodded, his thumb brushing gently over her skin. "i remember how much she meant to you," he said softly. "and i got to spend time with her before she passed… i remember the way she looked at me and said, 'take care of her. protect her.'"

y/n swallowed hard, her eyes filling with tears as she leaned forward, cupping his face in her hands, her forehead resting against his. "you’re gonna be the best dad," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "our kids are gonna have the best parts of you… the parts that make you who you are."

trent’s eyes fluttered closed, his hands coming up to cradle her face as well, his heart pounding in his chest. "and you," he murmured, his lips brushing against hers lightly. "they’ll have the best parts of you, too."

she smiled softly, her tears mingling with his as she pressed her lips to his in a slow, tender kiss, the promise of their future wrapped in every touch, every whispered word.

when they pulled back, their foreheads still resting together, y/n felt a sense of peace she hadn’t felt in so long. "you know," she whispered, her voice soft but playful. "we’re really doing this backward. baby first, marriage later."

trent laughed softly, his thumb brushing against her cheek. "guess that’s just how we do things," he teased, his eyes shining with love.

y/n chuckled, her hand resting over his heart. "i want them to have your name," she said softly, her voice more serious now. "tatum alexander-arnold, rowan alexander-arnold… i want them to carry your name."

trent smiled, a sense of peace settling over him as he looked at her, his heart so full it felt like it could barely contain it. "tatum and rowan…" he murmured, his smile widening. "that sounds perfect."

y/n nodded, her hand squeezing his. "it does," she whispered, her eyes shining with love.

and in that moment, trent knew—he had everything he could ever want, right here, in this room, in her arms.

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