#cause i needed something emptied that they had but everyone was too busy and lost so.

[vyragosa]

is it full moon why was today so specific a line cook acted like a boytoy today too

[luvely-stories]

7:3 Cafe

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You’re a down on your luck office worker trying to find a quick place to eat, that is till you see a familiar face in a cafe window.

This was inspired by a beautiful art piece by the lovely @riritzuu

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You sighed as you rubbed your eyes, the blue light from the screen in front of you burning them from staring for too long. You were so close to finishing this project but you were too damn tired to even think of continuing.

You accidentally skipped breakfast and now you needed something to eat and fast, your head starting to fee light from lack of nutrients. You decided that you worked hard enough and that it was time for a well earned break.

Heels clicking against the city sidewalks, your eyes look over all the eateries nearby and sigh. They were filled to the brim with some people even standing outside. As you keep walking around to your usual places you found the same sight, lines flowing out and it was starting to piss you off.

All you wanted was to get ride of this headache that was starting to be unbearable in a reasonable time. You started to massage your head as you kept looking around. Just as you felt like all hope was lost, two people walked right in front of you, loudly and cheerfully speaking.

“Wasn’t that just the cutest little cafe?”

“I know right?! I kinda wanna be a gatekeeper it but you know, they deserve the business.”

In any other situation you’d be annoyed by how loud they were but you were too busy wondering about the cafe they were just talking about. Turning around to where they came from you sprinted off, praying that the cafe wasn’t too packed.

Looking around you realized that this cafe was off the beaten path which just made you all the more hopeful. You turn a corner and see an opening on a building and thanked whatever was in the sky above that the place seemed fairly empty minus a few kids running around.

The cafe was cute, a sign flying above it that showed little graphics of bread and coffee. Next to them was the cafes name, 7:3 Cafe. Odd name but who cares? Out front they had a chalkboard listing all their breads and special drink of the day with the cutest little doodles of what you were guessing were the kids and the owner.

The window of the cafe showed a display with the cutest pastries you’d ever seen and the smell coming from them was divine. There were the cutest little bears made of bread smiling at you throughs the glass next to cupcakes with white frosting. As you stared at the food a man came in and placed fresh baguettes next to the cupcakes. Trailing your eyes on the baguettes they unintentionally run up the mans hands, you always did have a staring problem. Eventually your gaze landed on his face.

You stare at him for a moment curious till you realize, you knew this man?!

“Nanami?!”

You shout, causing the mans head to shoot up. Looking into his deep eyes you immediately knew this was Nanami though he looked…so much more relaxed.

Back when you two worked together in the finance department Nanami had this air of professionalism to him that had other people always coming to him for everything, yourself included. His hair was always perfectly parted with suits that never wrinkled and always made sure that everything was done on time. He was a model office worker, emphasis on model.

He always kept small talk to a minimum with everyone and you’re not sure he had any friends in his job. Though youd like to imagine you were on friendly terms but maybe that was just your delusions talking.

It’d be a surprise to no one if you admitted your crush on Nanami but could anyone blame you? He was as diligent and smart and even if he had eye bags as dark as could be he always did his part in projects to perfection. You were convinced he was gods favorite because he always looked so handsome no matter what he did.

But nothing compared to how he is now. His perfect blonde hair was still parted but it now flowed freely, almost grazing the glasses he now wore. He wasn’t wearing the perfectly taken care of suits but instead well loved clothes covered by an apron. And oh his face, now so full and well rested, had your heart about to burst. A complete contrast to how your heart was when you heard about him quitting.

When you heard the news your heart shattered. It was just after you felt like you two were starting to become friends. Some months beforehand it was just you and Nanami in the early morning office, both of you working to finish separate projects. As you worked diligently, the faint smell of fresh bread filled your nose. Raising you head from the computer you look over at Nanami.

“Do you smell the bread too or am I going crazy?”

Nanami glanced up from his file before smelling the air curiously, before smelling his own blazer. Realization dawned on him as he went back to work.

“That’s me, I apologize.”

“You brought some?”

“No, I bake.” He explain calmly, still deep in his work.

Well now you were curious. Pausing your work, you swirl your chair to face Nanami.

“I didn’t know you were a baker!” You say, a smile creeping on your face.

“Oh I wouldn’t consider myself a baker, it’s more so just a hobby.” Nanami shrugs as he starts to organize his files.

“I dunno, by the smell of that I think you make some pretty great treats.” You shrug before twirling back and turning your attention back to your computer. You couldn’t help but mentally high five yourself for talking to him, although it was brief

The sound of papers shuffling stopped, intriguing you for a moment before ignoring it.

“I could bring you some if you were really curious.”

Now that you couldn’t ignore. You turn in your chair back to Nanami and your heart skipped a beat. He was looking right into your soul with those gorgeous eyes of him and you immediately felt your face heat up.

“I mean sure- if it isn’t too much of a problem!”You sputter out, still shocked about the offer.

Nanami hums contently before going back to work while you tried to calm down your racing heart.

You believed him even less when he said he wasn’t a baker when you tried his bread. It was delicious, putting other bakers to shame and you made sure to tell him that. That was the start of a small friendship you had where he would bring you treats and you would rave about them, recommending new recipes to try or talking about a new pastry that you tried.

You learned that he was a foodie and knew all of the best places in town for anything and everything and you really felt like you two were starting to connect. Safe to say you were crushed when you heard he was leaving.

Which is why you were thanking your lucky stars that he was standing right in front of you. He recognized you instantly, calling out your name with a soft smile.

“I never thought I’d see you again, what brings you here?”

As if on que your stomach let out an obnoxiously loud grumble, god you could just die. Though Nanami didn’t mind as he let out a soft chuckle, god this man would be the death of you.

“Well I just heard some people talking about cute cafe and I had to check it out!” Now you wondered if the ladies meant the cafe was cute or the cafe worker.

“Well what are you out there for? Come on in.” He smiles softly at you as you quickly follow his order.

Inside the cafe really was cute, it was small but it was so cozy. Charm filled the place with every hanging plant and hung picture. You walk up to the front, glancing over at the menu. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Nanami going behind the counter and you had to fight the urge to just stare at him.

“So what would you like?” He asked staring at you like you weren’t five seconds away grabbing his face and smothering it in kisses.

“Uhh what do you recommend?”

“I’d suggest the apple turnovers, I really think they came out well this time.”

You look over to where they were and saw two kids staring at them, the young girl trying to grab said turnover.

“Nobara, put that down.” Nanami says sternly, causing the girl to whip her head around as she got caught.

The little boy next to her looked over with crossed arms and a pout. “Told you it wouldn’t work.”

Nobara stuck her tongue out at the boy before she ran off and he followed behind her. Nanami sighs before looking back at you.

“Kids.” He sighs, shaking his head and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“They’re cute! Are there yours?” You asked, a little part of you praying that there wasn’t another woman in the picture.

“I mean I’m their foster parent. I started fostering after I started this place started up.” He says, motioning around the cafe.

“Wait, you own this place?!” Nanami nods proudly as he looks around the place.

“I realized while working that I just couldn’t anymore, I couldn’t stand the draining office environment.” Nanami explained, leaning on the register with a somber expression.

“So I spent a lot of time thinking “well what could I do?”. I started to look in at any other skills I had and honestly it took a lot longer then I’d like to admit.” Nanami muttered, a bit of pink in his ears.

“Though after thinking I realized that I could bake. Thanks to you I knew my baking wasn’t terrible so I tried it out. And here I am. Though I was a bit worried you were just being nice.”

Nanami chuckles before gives you a smile that you swear makes the entire room glow. You look at him and smile bashfully.

“If you want me to be honest I think you should’ve tried this sooner. I wasn’t being nice or anything you’re great at this stuff!”

You exclaim as you remember all the amazing treats that you had tried made by him. You always had to hold back from asking for more because you didn’t want to be rude. Nanami looks at you with eyes slightly wide and smiled as he stood up.

“I’m so happy you’re just the same as I remember.” Fondness filled his eyes as he looked at you.

Well damn was he trying to kill you?! You sigh as you look back at the menu.

“I’ll have an apple turnover and a latte, no foam please.” You sputter out as you try to keep your heart in your chest.

Nanami nods, placing your order in. As you start paying, a little pink haired boy comes out from the curtain behind Nanami. You had to hold in the awe you almost said because he was the cutest thing you ever saw.

“Papamin! We’re hungry!” The little boy says, grabbing onto Nanamis apron. Nanami gently placed a hand on his head as he finishes putting in your order.

“Let me finish with this customer ok Yuji?” Nanami says as the boy groans but runs back behind the curtain.

You finish paying but you end up staying at the register, still wanting to talk to Nanami and catch up on all the lost time. Even as he handed some treats to the kids you two still talked. You were so curious about this man who had been an enigma for so long so who could blame you for asking every question you could.

You learned that he loved reading and ever since quitting had finally started to work through the endless books on his to read list, he even gave you some recommendations. Sure you weren’t much of a reader but hey for him? You could learn how to be.

Despite finishing the coffee absolutely delicious turnover that you made sure to gush to Nanami about, you still wanted to stay. You had finally felt like you were back to making progress with maybe starting a friendship but life has a twisted sense of humor and an alarm went off, signaling you were nearing the end of your break.

Nanami glanced over at the phone then back at you, a slight frown on his face. “Do you have to leave?”

If it were up to you you’d stay till the sun set and rose again but it wasn’t. You sigh as you nod, thanking Nanami for the good food and telling him that you’d come back soon. Just as you got up from the table, Nanami stood up and grabbed your wrist which seemed to be a shock to both you and him.

Quickly letting go, Nanami pulls his arms back. He seemed just as shocked about his action as you were.

“Oh god I’m sorry, I was just wondering if you’d like to stay in contact? You were one of the few things I missed from that job.”

Nanami muttered as he starts to pull out his phone. Well there went your dreams of quickly getting over this crush. You agreed pathetically quick, putting in your number and smile as you left, waving goodbye to Nanami and his foster kids peaking out from the curtain.

Maybe you could come after work too.

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Nanami couldn’t stop his heart from pounding in his chest and a smile from creeping onto his face. Here he was, thinking he’d lost his chance to talk to your forever because he was too much of a coward to as you out before he left.

This time he knew he wasn’t gonna mess up, god you couldn’t come back sooner enough. As more customers started to come in, Megumi peeked his head out and looked at Nanami.

“Who was that lady?” He asks curiously as Nanami starts ringing up orders.

“An old friend of mine.” Had he acted sooner maybe he could be calling you his girlfriend.

“Will she come back soon?”

“I hope..”

[en-geneisaxx]

'Please don't say that this is the end of us...'

Pairings: Husband!Hoon x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing (you're gonna be on a rollercoaster of emotions lol)

Tagging my moots who wanted to read: @pockettwinzz @diorsyun @rinbowaman @heeslomll @heeslut4life @hoonieshoneymain @sungvrhs

A/n: I JUST GOT BACK AND SAW 40 NOTIFICATIONS FROM EVERYONE WHO READ ANY PART OF MY FIC. I'M SO GRATEFUL AND I HOPE YOU'LL LIKE MY WORKS.

(Still more parts to go, and I have no idea how many because I'm just writing this as I go 💪)

Likes, reblogs and/or following me will be much appreciated!!

Part 5:

'Oi, Yeji, can't you hear that?'

'huh..' She mumbles, too focused on typing a full on book about the series of events to the group chat that consisted of her, Jay, H/n and Sunghoon.

One final click and the door was, gently, open by the unknown intruder.

'WHO...' Jay trails off, he's had enough shock that he may very well be immune to heart attacks. Yeji, in an instant, forgot her business with the phone and stared blankly ahead.

'Hoon, YOU DRAMATIC ASS DICK-'

'Are they in the bedroom?'

Though his looks didn't support their thoughts, based on the information they had just received, they feared he would shatter Y/n once again.

'Park Sunghoon, we-'

'I won't cause Y/n harm or distress right now, I'm not that much of a monster. And when I was, just saying, it was completely against my will. I just...I didn't know how to display my frustration and worry in a way that would keep the arguement at a low, as well as 𝐧𝐨𝐭 creating something like this...'

Yeji and Jay knew that enough, even Y/n. Although, her conscience may be in a coma right now to believe in that thought.

'If I hear a noise coming from either you or Y/n that presents danger to me, you're out, Hoon.' Threatens Jay.

Sunghoon gives a slight nod, and while walking he mumbles,

'𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒙 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔...𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒚.'

'Aww, is my baby full?' Coos Y/n, rocking Jin Ae while patting her back.

You were tired, no doubt about that. The headaches and dizziness were scaring you, because you needed to keep awake for Hoon, as well as look after Jin Ae.

A few moments goes by, and Jin Ae was sound asleep on your shoulder.

'Shh, go to sleep, my child. Mummy will be here when you wake up...'

Carefully, so as to not disturb the sleeping princess, you slowly layed Jin Ae on your bed, this time, so that you could awake to her smiling face, chubby cheeks looking scrumptious to bite.

'𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑯𝒐𝒐𝒏...' You think aloud to yourself, not knowing you had said it. He would sometimes brag on how his genes dominated and shaped her into the beauty she is today. But you did ask for it, which was also a HUGE ego booster for him.

Her moles complemented her features, and it was just like her father's, but there was one placed in the same spot you had yours: one on her right eyelid, which was somehow seducing in a way. It was pretty, and, in all honesty, sexy, but they would need to be within a distance to actually see it.

Meanwhile, in the corner sat Sunghoon, hiding himself in the shadows. He got in, luckily, when your back faced the door, allowing him to sneak in while you were blind.

He took everything in, and let a tear freely fall when he heard your innocent thoughts. He wanted to embrace you, kiss you and make up for all the time that was lost,

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭.

He knew people thought Jake was the good guy at this point, but why did it only have to be him who recognised him as a danger in your relationship? The fact he was hitting on a married woman?

You were about to go to sleep, thinking he was going to come later, until you spotted a zoned-out Hoon staring in the depths of emptiness.

'Hoon!?' You whisper shouted, eager to hug him. Though he may have been so damn mean, you knew he fell too hard to hurt you intentionally.

You got out of the bed in a hurry, stumbling while making your way to him. He held you, and looked at you with eyes pleading for forgiveness.

'Y/n...' He didn't know what to start it with. He had so many ideas of how to show a firm type of him, but seeing you made him melt and want to punch himself for thinking such thoughts.

Your body couldn't last any longer, you were lethargic to a deadly extent;close to fainting like a damsel in distress.

Wrapping your arms around his lengthy neck and placing your head on his chest felt like home. You found solace just by being allowed to do that. It was evident that the arguement had taken a toll on you, for you even felt like you needed permission to do the simplest of things.

Sunghoon knew you could sleep like a log any minute now, so he was expecting silence. However, he knew that love filled the empty space.

'Hoon, I better be waking up with Jin Ae and you on my bed. I'd rather die right now, hugging you than for you to leave me...again.'

He felt like he didn't keep many of his wedding vows, and he experienced an insane amount of guilt for that.

'𝑴𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖...

𝑩𝒖𝒕... 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒐 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕, 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕..?'

Sadly, you were in your dreams to hear it; to see Sunghoon crying at the fact he might lose you to Jake; to feel his affection that he gave with everything that he got.

You missed heaven when it was there the whole time.

Oh, but don't worry, fate had other things to write in this period of tragedy and growth. But thank fuck the ending was going to be fine.

[imaginefan]

Alone

Lorenzo St. John X Reader

Word Count: 703

Requested: Anon

Request: You turn off your humanity cause your parents died. Enzo was the only person who actually cares about you but he got distant from you cause he was getting closer to Bonnie and didn't see the signs that you were really bad. He tries to get you back but you won't listen to him and he's also why you shut it off too cause you lost Enzo too even though he is still around.

Tvd one shot please.

You can’t believe that you hadn’t seen them before they died, they kept asking you too but you kept telling them that you were busy, you don’t even know what had you so busy. No that’s a lie you knew what it was, it was the friends that claimed that would do the same for you but they weren’t even at the funeral, the ones that you died for yourself, the ones that you continued to fight for even when you should have gone home and now as you stood over the graves of your parents with none of them there, you wondered if it was even worth continuing but it’s much harder to stop when you were immortal.

So you did something else, something that was supposed to make you feel better but all it did was make you feel empty. The only difference was that you couldn’t find it in you to care, with your emotions turned off you couldn’t care what happened around you. That was how you found yourself in a back alley bar everyone around you was dead and you had just finished feeding “(Y/N) what are you doing?” You recognised the voice immediately. “Enzo, I didn’t know that you’d be around here.” You smiled as you gestured around the room. “You are hungry, take your pick. What’s mine is yours.” You winked as you leaned back in your chair “or maybe you want something else, I’ve never really been a big consumer of alcohol so you can definitely have whatever is behind the bar.” “(Y/N) what happened?” He asked. “They’re dead.” You answered “while I was out helping all of you, they died, you know the last time I saw them was before I was a vampire and that was almost 3 years ago now.” “(Y/N)-” “I know that 3 years aren’t that many to you given the fact that you’ve lived so long and before I know it 3 years will be nothing to me either right?” You asked. “(Y/N) I know that you have lost everything but-” “You know the worst part wasn’t that I lost them, it was that the people I still had weren’t there, when I had been there for every one of them, when Jeremy died I sat with Elena, when Caroline was turned I tried to help her where I could, when Bonnie found out about her magic I was there too but the only reason that I’m here to grieve today was because you… A stranger at the time thought I was worth more alive than dead.” You said and he looked down at his hands. “Do you wish that I had let you die that day?” He asked. “You know even after everything, I’m not sure that I do but I’d have to flip that switch to know for sure right?” You asked. “Do you think they would still be alive if I was dead?” “I don’t know, do you believe that it was our enemies that killed them?” He asked. “There was hardly anything left of them, it couldn’t have been anything else.” You answered. “You saw them?” He asked. “They needed someone to identify what was left of them.” You answered “they left their faces so I would know that they were gone.” “So tell me what are you doing here?” He asked. “What do you mean?” You asked. “Well why aren’t we looking for the people who killed your parents, you know I would move heaven and earth for you.” He said. “I didn’t know that.” You answered through gritted teeth “when I stood alone, crying, you know they had no family to see them off, I was their only child and everyone else had died before them, I was there alone.” “I never meant for you to be alone.” He said “I didn’t know.” “You didn’t know because you pulled away long before they died, so leave me be, I’m not the reason that we play hero.” You were gone before he could say anything else but he had failed you, everyone had, he couldn't make them see but he could surely fix what he had done if he tried.

Requests and general question!

[fanficforlife]

Chapter Four

The early morning sun warmed your face while you sat on the porch enjoying a leisurely cup of coffee. You had gotten all of your work done and had the whole weekend off. No plans except relaxing with a book, going for a walk in the woods behind the house and finally calling your adopted grandparents. You had been so busy you only had time to text back and forth. Needing to stay safe and secretive meant not being able to tell them about where you were in case Nick found their cell phone. 

"Good morning, Violet." Lee grinned as he walked up the steps, carrying his mug from his house. 

"Good morning."

"Do you mind?"

"No, sit."

He sunk onto the empty chair next to yours. "Everything's still going good? Here and back there?"

"Yeah. Things here are going great. I was texting with my neighbors yesterday and they said Nick told them I hadn't been around the past couple of months because I had cancer and needed to go away for treatments."

"He doesn't want people to know you left him."

You nodded and looked out over the expansive yard. "Appearance is everything to their family. Can't have everyone knowing his fiancé ran away a week before their wedding."

"Well, he can let everyone think you're sick. Meanwhile, you will be here living your best life." You giggled as Rip walked around the corner. "Especially when my lovesick little brother musters up enough courage to finally ask you out." Pink stained your cheeks causing him to grin before focusing on the rugged cowboy who just walked up. "Morning, Rip."

"Morning. Morning, Violet."

"Good morning. The coffee pot inside is full and there are muffins on the counter that Tate and I made yesterday."

A crooked smile formed on his face. "I might just take you up on that."

You smiled back as the door next to Lee opened and Kayce and John walked out.  "Good morning, Violet. It doesn't look like you are having much luck reading with these two hanging around." John chuckled, glancing down at the closed book on your lap that you had yet to start. 

"Good morning. I have all day so I'm not worried." 

"Well, we have some things to discuss. We'll be in my office." He informed before going back inside with Rip and Lee, leaving just you and Kayce. 

Something feels off. Your brow furrowed. "Is everything okay? Everyone seems a little tense this morning."

"There's just an issue with some of our cattle and we have to figure out how to handle it. Everything's gonna be okay though."

"Good. Well, not good that there's a problem but good that it will all work out in the end." 

A warm smile pulled at his lips at your ramble. "I know you don't have to work today and I feel like shit for asking but would you be able to watch Tate. I don't know how long this is going to take."

"Of course, I will. I was actually thinking of going for a walk behind the house so he can make sure I don't get lost." 

He chuckled. "He would love to take you out there. My brothers and I built a treehouse when we were kids on top of a hill that overlooks a valley."

"Maybe I'll pack us a picnic." You smiled as you stood up. 

"He would love that. So would I."

"Next time you can come too."

"I'm gonna hold you to that." His perfect, crooked smile donned his face and you couldn't help but smile back. "I should go. Tate's still upstairs asleep. Gator's busy in the kitchen and said he would let Tate know you're out here."

"Okay."

"Thank you. I owe you."

"No, you don't."

"Yes, I do."

"Well, if you insist, I like chocolate." You teased. 

He smirked but before he could say anything Lee stuck his head out the door. "You can talk to your girlfriend all you want after we get this figured out." Kayce's cheeks went red and Lee chuckled before placing his hands on Kayce's shoulders and guiding him inside. "See you later, Vi."

You giggled. After settling back in your chair, you sent your neighbour's a text letting them know you might not be able to call today because you were watching Tate. It was too early to call them or you would have so instead, you opened your book. 

*

Gator was busy pouring stew into a serving bowl while you and Tate put biscuits in a basket for dinner when they finally emerged from the office. 

"Grandpa, guess what me and Violet did today?!"

"Why don't you go sit at the table so you can tell your dad and uncles too?" 

"Good idea." He answered you before jumping down and running into the dining room. 

"Thanks for watching him." 

"How many times do I have to tell you and Kayce that you don't have to thank me." 

John smiled as Tate yelled for him. "I'm comin', grandson." He heeded the call and went to the dining room. 

"Dish up. I can carry these in there." Gator said, not waiting for a reply and taking both bowls. 

You put some in a bowl and grabbed a biscuit, carrying them onto the porch. 

*

"Hey," Kayce said after stepping outside an hour later wearing dark clothes, his cowboy hat nowhere in sight. 

"Hi."

He leaned against the railing in front of your chair. "Thanks for watching Tate today."

"Kayce."

"I know but babysitting isn't part of your job description, especially when everyone is home." His eyes went to his hands which were holding a black baseball cap. 

"Is everything okay? You don't have to answer, I know It's none of my business. I just-"

He smiled seeing the concern on your face. "I know, we're all okay."

The worry that had been building throughout the day lessened. You stood up and leaned against the railing next to him.

"Broken Rock has some of our cattle."

"The reservation?"

"Yeah, some of our property borders theirs, and our cows ended up on their land. They won't give 'em back."

"You're going to get them back?" You had a feeling you already knew the answer. When he confirmed it the worry started trickling back in. 

"Would you be able to watch Tate tonight? I don't know when we'll be back. He's not in the best mood cause I told him roasting marshmallows will have to wait until tomorrow. He's been looking forward to it since you guys went shopping and he picked out those different flavored chocolate bars to use for s'mores."

"Of course, I'll watch him." The trickle of fear turned into a full-blown rushing river when Lee came out of the house and handed Kayce a bulletproof vest. 

Lee gave your shoulder a squeeze when he saw the fear in your eyes. "Don't worry, Vi. I'll get him back in one piece so he can finally ask you out. I'll even babysit little man so he can take you somewhere nice." He chuckled when you both blushed. "Well, my work here is done." His eyes sparkled mischievously as gave you a quick peck on the cheek before heading for the barn. "Five minutes, lover boy."

The red hue on Kayce's cheeks darkened. "Sorry about him."

"It's okay." You said as you picked at the wood railing, your mind still stuck on the bulletproof vest. 

"Hey," his hand covered yours, drawing you back, "we're gonna be okay. It's just a precaution." The sound of a helicopter approaching made you both look out over the lawn and watched it land. 

"Ready son?" John asked as he rounded the corner. 

"Yeah," he put the vest on while John looked up at you from the bottom of the steps. 

"Thanks for watching him. He's inside picking out a movie for you two to watch."

You smiled at him before he turned and ran towards the helicopter. Your eyes went back to the man who was starting to mean more to you than you thought...or hoped, in some ways. 

"I'll be fine."

"I'm not worried about you." You lied. "From what I've heard you did great in the navy. Take care of the rest of them."

"I will." He smiled, squeezing your hand. 

"Kayce, let's go!" Lee called out from the driver's seat of a truck with a horse trailer hooked up to the back of it. 

"And, don't worry about us. I'm just gonna pump your kid full of sugar while we have a Jurassic Park marathon."

He chuckled. "I'll let you two sleep when we get back and you're both passed out on the couch."

You smiled up at him but worry tinged your eyes. "Be safe."

"Always." After giving your hand another squeeze, he jumped off the porch and ran to the truck. Lee blew you a kiss before they sped off. The helicopter followed. 

You watched the taillights disappear behind a hill before going inside. Tate held up the three Jurassic Park movies you had predicted he would pick. After gathering snacks, he cuddled up with you under a blanket. While the first movie played, your mind kept drifting to Kayce. Keep them safe. Please, keep them all safe. You prayed for the family who was quickly filling up your once-broken heart.

*****

A creak of the floorboards drew your attention away from the mountain view out the window. The suns first rays were filtering through the windows, illuminating the cause of the creak. "John?" You gently lifted Tate's head off your lap so you could stand up. John motioned towards the kitchen. "How did it go? Is everyone okay?" You asked after following him. 

"Not good. Are Kayce and Lee here?"

The color drained from your face. "N-no." Gator froze, the egg he was about to crack hovering over the pan.  

"Damn it. They don't have their phones on them. They probably couldn't get back to the truck so they're just riding back." He said, trying to convince himself in the process. "They're fine."

You gave him the best fake smile you could muster and nodded. 

"You don't need to make me anything, not hungry. If they aren't back in fifteen minutes, I'm gonna go look for them."

"Yes, sir. Violet?"

"I...I'm not hungry either."

Gator nodded as Tate came bounding into the room. "Grandpa!"

"Good morning, grandson." John hid his worry and grinned down at him. 

"Violet and I had a sleepover in the living room last night. We made ice cream sundaes with a bunch of toppings and chocolate sauce. And, we watched all three Jurassic Park movies! I fell asleep during the third one though so we have to watch it again. Can we watch it today?"

"Uh, yeah. But, you have something to do first."

"Clean my room. And, we were going to make cookies today. We should do that before the movie so we can eat them while we're watching."

John suddenly left, running outside. Your eyes shot to the window and your breath caught in your throat. 

Gator noticed and turned to Tate. "I think that I should be the one who makes cookies with you. You're an expert now. I'll tell you what, I'll help you clean your room and you can help me make cookies."

"Yeah!"

"Do you want to know something? I've never seen Jurassic Park."

"What?! Violet, he's never watched it!"

You kept your tears at bay as you tore your eyes away from Kayce sitting on his horse with Lee's body draped across. "What? That's crazy!"

"I know! After we make cookies we could watch them. Oh wait, you probably will be busy cooking."

"I think sandwiches for lunch today and for dinner, ordering pizza. What do you think?"

"Yes!"

"And, cereal for breakfast."

"Yay! We should spend the day together more often. I'll get the cereal!" He disappeared into the pantry.

"Don't worry about him, I got 'em."

"I'm not family. I should stay here."

"I don't know what happened but Kayce will need someone to help him get through this. And, I know without a doubt that Lee would want you to be that person." He gave you a gentle push towards the door. "Go."

You walked out onto the porch just as Rip started coming up the steps. "I was just coming to get you."

"How?" Was all you could get out while you watched John sitting on the ground holding his dead son. 

"Kayce said Lee wanted to get a few cows that strayed off. He told him not to go but Lee's stubborn. He raced off and didn't realize one of their guys was watching them. He shot Lee. Kayce got there just as it was happening. He made him pay, killed him." Rip surveyed your face after the last piece of information but it didn't phase you. 

"Where is he?"

"He's blaming himself. He won't listen to anyone so John sent me to get you. He took off into the trees." Rip motioned to the woods passed the hill behind the house. "Are you going to be good?"

"Mhm, I know where he went." Rip nodded and you started making your way toward the trees. 

*

After ten minutes of walking, you found him right where you thought he would be, by the treehouse. You went over to where he was sitting in the grass with his knees up and face buried in his arms. 

He heard you coming and knew it was you by your soft footsteps so he wasn't startled when you knelt next to him. 

All of the nervousness that you would normally feel being this close to him didn't show up. The only thing going through your head was how much he must be hurting. Your hand came up and gently pulled on his arm, making him sit up and flatten his legs. You didn't say anything, just climbed onto his lap. The second you did his arms wrapped around you and pulled you against him, crushing your body against his. You hugged him back. Your hand slid into his hair so you could hold him closer as he sobbed into your neck. Tears streamed from your own eyes from seeing him like this, from knowing what he went through. And, for Lee.

When his shoulders stopped shaking his grip eased and he lifted his head from the crook of your neck. One of your hands left his shoulders and rested on his damp cheek, he leaned into your touch and closed his eyes. "I'm so sorry, Kayce."

"I should have gone with him right away." He opened his eyes, anger flashed through them. "Instead of calling after him to come back, I should have gone with him. He would still be alive."

"You don't know that. There's a good chance that you wouldn't be here either. It's not your fault."

He lowered his gaze. "Yes-yes it is. I-"

"No." Your hands rested against his jaw, forcing him to look at you. "Kayce, I know you did everything you could. It's not your fault." His eyes left yours. "Look at me." You ordered softly and he did. "You tried to stop him but Lee is-was the most stubborn person I knew. Once he made his mind up about something, that was it. You did everything you could. Please," Your voice cracked as tears threatened to fall, "please, don't blame yourself."

He nodded. His hand slid across your cheek and into your hair, pulling you into a hug. "I'll try."

"Promise me." You wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him back.

"I promise, Letty. I'd promise you anything." He added, his voice barely audible and not meant for you to hear. But, you did and hugged him a little tighter. 

*

"Tate?" He asked after the hug ended ten minutes later. 

"Gator's watching him. Tate was so excited. They were going to clean his room and make cookies before watching Jurassic Park."

A small smile pulled at his lips. "Thank you...for taking such good care of him, for everything you do for my family, and me."

"You don't have to thank me for any of that, Kayce. I want to do it. Your family has been nothing but welcoming and Tate is an amazing kid. Whatever you need, I'm here." His watery eyes held yours while the breeze made waves in the grass around you. "Lee was beyond proud of you. He always talked about how great of a dad you are, how loyal you are to your family...he loved you so much." A few tears started sliding down your cheeks.

"He was the one I went to when I needed to talk, he could calm me down when my anger got the best of me. He's gone. What am I supposed to do without him?"

"He will always be with you. He will still be watching from the sidelines when you're spending time with Tate. His hand will be on your shoulder when you want to deck someone."

A chuckle left his lips. "Deck someone?"

"I don't know what cowboys call it. Slug? Clock? Punch seems too formal." You giggled and he smiled, you shyly smiled back. "When Tate and I came out here yesterday he was making a list of things that needed to be fixed on the treehouse. And, what he wants to add." You went on since you could tell he didn't want to go back to the house yet. 

"I knew there'd be a few things that need to be fixed from the times I brought him out here. A couple of floorboards. The ladder." He cocked an eyebrow. "He wants to add what exactly?"

You grinned. "Well, he wants a roof because he wants to sleep out here with you but you need a roof in case it starts raining."

"Okay." Kayce nodded. 

"A fireman's pole so you can get down in 1.5 seconds." He laughed and you couldn't help but smile whenever you heard it. "Oh, and a barn so you can both ride out here when you spend the night. On separate horses. His own horse which you have yet to buy him." 

His laugh filled your ears. "Ah, yes. The horse. He's a bit young yet for taking care of his own."

"Maybe you should just give him yours since he still doesn't have a name yet." 

"You think so?" He teased back.

"Yes." 

After a few seconds of quiet, he spoke up. "Stay here with me for a while?" You nodded. He shifted so you were sitting between his legs both looking out at the view, his arms wrapped around you. A bald eagle flew overhead before slowly gliding around the valley. Kayce's arms held you tightly while you watched the giant bird floating gracefully on the air currents. 

Knowing he was thinking about Lee, you leaned back against him and rested your arms along his, hugging him as much as you could while being in front of him. 

*

The eagle had long since flown off, leaving you watching the clouds drifting along, your fingers mindlessly trailing up and down his arm. Little did you know, a spider was making its way up the back of your leg. His little legs were undetectable through the denim of the jeans you were wearing. It started climbing around, coming up onto your knee. "Ah!" You screamed, frantically brushing it away while scrambling backward. 

The sound of Kayce's laugh filled your ears as you climbed onto his lap, getting as much of your body as you could off the ground. 

"It's not funny." You said, your chest heaving. He didn't stop. "Stop." It came out with a laugh from hearing his but you gave his shoulder a gentle push. 

"It's just a little bug." He let out another laugh. 

"Bumble bees and caterpillars are bugs. Spiders are the work of the devil."

"Satan made the spiders?" A chuckle left his lips when you glared at him. His arms wrapped around you, keeping you in place so you wouldn't get up. "Okay. I'm sorry."

You let out a small huff. "No, you're not." 

"You're right. I'm not." Your jaw dropped causing him to laugh again. "I'm just buggin' you. Come here." He hugged you and you put your arms around him, hugging him back. "Are you okay or do you need an exorcism? Should I call a priest?" 

"You're hilarious." 

"Okay, I'm done. I promise." He chuckled. His arms squeezed you while you giggled. 

Silence settled between you and you knew his thoughts were back on his oldest brother. You hugged him a little tighter. 

*

"I guess we should probably head back," Kayce said quietly after fifteen minutes went by of holding each other. "It's been a few hours."

"Yeah, we can if you want." 

"Not really. I just want to hug Tate."

You smiled softly and stood up. "Let's go find Tate." 

He got up and you both started walking back. When you came over the hill and the house came into view, his hand wrapped around yours. As you walked onto the porch, his grip tightened. 

"Hey." Before he could open the door, you gave his hand a gentle tug, turning him to face you. "Remember what you promised me." Tears pricked the back of your eyes. 

"I remember: it's not my fault. I know you'll kick my ass if I break it." He chuckled as his eyes became watery. 

"If you ever start to break it, come find me. You don't have to talk about it. We can just sit and-and stare at the sky or go for a walk. Whatever." 

"I will." A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth and you gave him a small one back before you both walked inside. 

*

There was a knock on your bedroom door so you put your bookmark in your book. Not that you had read a single line because your thoughts were on John's oldest and youngest sons. "Come in."

Kayce stood in the doorway wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt. "Hi." He said softly. 

"Hi," you set your book on the bedside table and slide over. 

He walked over and sat down on the edge of your bed. "I uh, I couldn't sleep and saw the light coming under the door. You...you told me this morning to come find you if..."

"We can't look at the stars but you can lie down with me." 

He pulled the extra blanket that was lying on the end of the bed over him before he lay down. His arms wrapped around your waist, his head rested on your chest. The sound of your steady heartbeat quickly lulled him to sleep. 

You reached down and pulled the blanket up over his shoulders. He cuddled up closer causing a small, content smile to pull at your lips. Soon you were sleeping soundly, just like the cowboy lying in your arms.

*****

Five days later you walked into the living room wearing a simple black sundress and black cardigan. 

"Hi, hun." Beth gave you a small smile before she hugged you. 

"Hi."

John came over, holding his cowboy hat in his hands. "Hello, Violet. How is my son doing?" 

"I think once today is over it will help a bit."

"I think it will help all of us." Beth agreed as Kayce followed Tate downstairs, coming over to your little group. 

You hugged Tate, who had wrapped his arms around your waist. "Hey, bud."

"Why do we all have to wear black?"

"Because that's what people do at funerals," John told his grandson. "Speaking of which, we should head out." Beth linked her dad's arm before they made their way to the front door. Tate followed along behind with Jamie, who reached over and squeezed your forearm as he walked passed. 

"Hey." Your voice was quiet as you looked up at the cowboy who had spent every night in your room since Lee's death. He had fallen asleep in your arms but always slept on top of your blanket like a gentleman. 

He just nodded, keeping his head down. 

You closed the distance and rested your hands on the sides of his neck. "Kayce?" Your voice cracked. 

His watery blue eyes finally met yours. "I don't think I can do this." 

"Nobody blames you for what happened. It's not your fault."

"I know. You keep reminding me." A small smile graced his lips for a few seconds until it faded. "I just...I need to do this on my own...to say...say goodbye on my own."

"Okay."

"I'm okay." He assured when he saw concern in your eyes. "I'll be okay."

You nodded as Tate stuck his head inside. "Are you coming?"

"Yeah." Your hands left Kayce's face and slid down his arms to his hands. After holding them for a few seconds, you gave him a small smile and went outside. "Let's go." 

Tate's hand slipped into yours as you headed towards the spot of the ranch were they holding the service. "What about dad?" 

"He wants to say goodbye to your Uncle Lee by himself." Kayce's son just squeezed your hand and you continued. 

When you walked up, John looked down the road behind you. You shook your head. "He said he needs to do this alone."

John nodded and told the preacher to start.

*

The setting sun cast the most amazing sunset you had ever witnessed over the mountainous horizon. You pulled your phone out of the pocket of your cardigan and took a photo. While you were putting it away, the door opened behind you.

"Can I join you?" You looked up to see Kayce standing there and you nodded so he sat down next to you. "Thank you for helping with Tate today. And, thank you for helping me this past week."

A soft smile formed as your eyes met his. "You're welcome, even though you don't have to thank me. Whatever you need I'm here." 

"Sit with me for a bit." When you nodded, he slid closer before leaning over and resting his elbows on his knees. Not long after an eagle slowly drifted into view. 

Memories of sitting with him by the treehouse five days ago and seeing an eagle made you think of one person. Lee. Tears pricked your eyes as you rested your head on Kayce's shoulder. His hand immediately wrapped around yours. You both sat there in silence watching the bird float above the ranch until it disappeared into the mountains, along with the setting sun.

[godparkjihyo1]

The Wo(man) who can’t be moved.

Park Jihyo x fem!reader

Part 1 | Part 2 |

Perhaps on another life, we would have embraced from dawn till dusk and shared kisses under the moonlight.

Maybe we could have welcomed a fluffy cat into our lives, eating in cozy breakfasts together before heading off to work.

I loved her.

No, I still do. Each time my phone rings, I wish it was her, and whenever I see her with someone else, I ache to be in their place.

Sometimes I wonder if someone is kissing her, does she wish it was me?

"Y/N? Hello, are you even listening?" Dahyun's voice pierced through my thoughts, jolting me back to reality.

"Oh, sorry," I murmured, feeling the weight of my emotions.

——

Dahyun seemed to notice the cracks forming in her friend, who was present physically but not mentally ever since that day. Her once vibrant persona had dimmed, a transformation that everyone observed except herself.

Everyone noticed how the girl, who was one of the best soloists, became empty, and how Y/N changed. Her friends often found her lost in thought or in tears, murmuring, "why?".

Her absence became more frequent, causing concern among her fellow members and everyone at JYP Entertainment.

“Y/N L/N on Hiatus” flashed across headlines as the once-famous and popular soloist suddenly took a break. Her company remained tight-lipped about the reason, leaving fans speculating about the duration of her hiatus.

No one anticipated the news, except JYP himself, who was entrusted with the secret. Y/N had requested that no one else be informed.

The news left everyone stunned, struggling to comprehend the sudden turn of events. Some of her friends, the TWICE members, couldn’t contain their frustration.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Nayeon exclaimed, her voice tinged with betrayal.

“Yeah, we’re her friends too! We deserve to know” Jeongyeon added, her tone demanding answers.

"Is she okay?" Dahyun inquired, her voice echoing with concern and frustration, demanding an explanation from JYP.

The members shouted at their boss exepct for their leader, Park Jihyo.

Her silence was deafening. Everyone watched as she burst out of the office, slamming the door behind her, leaving everyone shocked by her sudden action.

——-

I couldn’t find time to spend with her, leaving Jihyo angry with me. My touring schedule always seemed to clash with hers, making it difficult for us to spend time together.

"Babe, when are you coming home? I miss you." Jihyo repeated for what felt like the hundredth time over the phone.

Our relationship had begun to suffer due to the distance and our busy schedules. It’s fine, we can get through this right?

"Hey, y/n, I need to talk to you," her voice echoed through the phone after my performance.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked, noticing the unusual use of my name.

“I…” She hesitated, struggling to find the right words.

"Y/n! You're on stage in 5!" my manager interrupted, breaking the conversation. "Sorry, I gotta go. I'll call you after. I love you, Ji" I said hurriedly before hanging up but never forgetting to remind her that i love her. Always.

Throughout my concert, a sense of uneasiness lingered. What could it be? Why am i feeling this?

After my concert, I headed straight to the next flight bound for Korea, disregarding my phones and social media.

"I need to be with her," echoed in my mind relentlessly. Despite my efforts, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I arrived at our apartment. The familiar surroundings offered a sense of comfort, filled with memories of the person I wanted to spend my life with.

"Jiji?" I called out as I entered. "Y/n?" Upon seeing her, I rushed to hug her tightly. "I miss you so much" was all I could manage to say.

Pulling away, she began, "I have something to tell you, y/n..." Her voice held an unfamiliar tone, leaving me unable to decipher its meaning.

"What's wrong? Did something happen? I'm so sorry I wasn't there, baby" I said, concern evident in my voice.

"N-no, I just don't feel like this is going to work, y/n..." Her words came out in a whisper, her voice trembling with emotion.

"What?" I was stunned. Why?

"We barely have time for each other, and it's tearing me apart. I love you so much, I really do, but we can't keep hiding from everything. It's frustrating! I want to share you with the world, and I can't. I want to be with you, but there's always something standing in the way," she confessed tearfully.

"We can work this out... I promise, Ji," I pleaded desperately.

"I can't... I'm tired, y/n.. we were already falling apart, but we keep on ignoring it. You said you will take me out to dinner once and it never happened..you said that you’ll marry me but you still haven’t, i’m tired of waiting, its killing me." Her words hung heavily in the air, leaving me speechless.

"Please don't leave me, Ji," I broke down, tears streaming down my face. "I'm sorry."

And with that, she left.

——-

I stare at the ring in the palm of my hand. Imagining what it would look like in her fingers. She would look so beautiful wouldn’t she?

I miss her. so much.

After the news echoed, calls and texts flooded my phone, in which i didn’t bother to check.

The scent of cigarettes hung in the air as i exhaled the smoke billowing out of my lips. I sighed, sipping alcohol from my bottle. This was the uh 4th? 5th? bottle? i don’t know.

Suddenly, my phone rang, and it was Nayeon unnie calling. I answered, my voice shaking, "Y/n?"

"Unnie," I sobbed into the phone.

"Where are you, y/n?" she asked, concern evident in her tone.

"Unnie" I sobbed harder, struggling to speak through my tears.

"I was going to ask her to marry me, unnie..." I confessed, my thoughts muddled by emotion.

"I was a coward, unnie. I was too late... I was so focused on work that I lost her!" I cried, the weight of regret heavy in my words.

“I love her so much unnie, so much. i wanted to give her the life she wanted but i lost her on the way…. i cant give her what she wants…”

“I already have her ring ready….i just..couldn’t find the right timing..”

“y/n…” A familiar voice echoed in the other line. “Unnie, did you use a voice changer to shut me up?! Yah!” I shouted.

“Its me.” H-huh?

[nothingtoseeherebyeexx]

Delicate, Chapter Five: Party in the USA…at Potter Manor? (Narcissa’s Version)

second half of the party!! narcissa+reg bonding, sisterly problems, messy alicissa! hope you like it <3

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When at a party there are many old friends one hasn’t seen in ages, the risk is getting stuck in a tumultuous cycle of recognition, surprise, light chitchat and (empty) promises of keeping in touch. This is the mechanism that led Narcissa to lose Mary after barely fifteen minutes into the Potter’s house, or, more precisely, their royal castle. And mind you, Narcissa was used to big, luxurious houses.

She had just caught a glimpse of Mary, sitting on a sofa in the corner of the living room between Zabini’s girl and Marlene McKinnon, when she got up and went to the kitchen with the blonde and Lily.

Considering everything, the kitchen was still forbidden territory, and Narcissa wasn’t going to risk another encounter with Alice in front of everyone so soon.

One good thing about the whole small-talk-with-acquaintances routine was that it required incredible memory and ability to make plausible shit up to keep the conversations going, and the mental exercise was hard enough for Narcissa to not focus on the raging burning of all her blood vessels caused by her lovely ex-schoolmate (schoolmate? Who was she kidding?) that, for the record, happened almost two hours earlier. If Narcissa stopped babbling to strangers, she’d have to face the fact she was being blatantly ignored by Alice.

How fucking dare she.

Narcissa was ready for a fight.

She had never been an optimistic person, so she hadn’t hoped for a pacific reunion with Alice, but this childish indifference was beyond what she could allow. She could say it’s because they’re both adults, and needed to face their problems like such, but really, Narcissa just hated being ignored.

By Alice.

Especially by Alice.

Maybe because she was the first one to see her when everyone else was just looking. Beyond the snotty attitude, the prestigious family, the posh accent, Alice saw something Narcissa didn’t even know was there.

Okay, so maybe Alice hated her. Fine, Narcissa couldn’t blame her, but the silent treatment? Really? After everything?

The lack of people to talk to was slowly leaving Narcissa to her own thoughts, which was evidently not a good sign.

She needed a distraction. Drama. Theatrics.

It was time to say hello to her beloved cousins.

“Is there space for me?” she asked, standing in front of the sofa where Dorcas, Sirius, James and Peter were lounging, the girl mildly enraged, the three boys pleasurably sloshed.

Sirius’ eyes lit up, and he immediately made a show of getting up, arms wide, and hugged her tightly. Narcissa reciprocated awkwardly: the last time she saw Sirius, she was still working with her parents, and her cousin had always been resentful of her, blatantly preferring Andromeda’s company. Narcissa guessed he was more mad at their family’s business rather than her personally, so maybe he was being so friendly because she had left.

Or because of the alcohol.

“Took you long enough! We missed you, Cissaaaaa~”

Probably because of the alcohol.

“I missed you, too Sirius,” she patted his shoulder, breaking the hug.

She sat between him and Dorcas, and smirked at Regulus, on the armchair in front of her.

“How’s your girlfriend, Reggie?” she taunted him, glancing the girl asleep at his feet.

“Get lost,” he answered, but a smile was tugging at the corner of his lips.

“How’s yours?”

“Oh, fuck off,” she groaned.

One summer, years before, Regulus had walked in on Narcissa pacing her room like mad, losing her mind over a letter Alice had sent her at the end of the school year (because of course she liked that sort of thing, messages or emails were too banal for her, the romantic sod). Everything had been meticulously organized, the delivery kept secret from her parents, and then Narcissa had been caught by her little cousin because she couldn’t be normal about a letter from her ‘friend’.

She had thrown everything in a drawer and sat on her bed, Regulus following suit.

“What’s wrong, Cissa?”

“Nothing, Reggie, I just received a letter from a friend-“

“A letter?” he asked, eyes wide. At this day and age?

“Yes, well…” she laughed, embarrassed, “She’s a bit old-fashioned.” (She was absolutely not.) “Did you need anything?”

But Regulus kept quiet, staring at his lap.

“Did you know some male celebrities had relationships with other males?”

Oh, Narcissa was going to be sick.

“It goes for other males, too, not just celebrities,” he clarified, his cheeks getting as red as apples.

“Wh-Who told you about this?” Narcissa asked, trying to sound as neutral as possible and probably failing. Their family wasn’t progressive at all, and Regulus wasn’t much more than a kid, so she wanted to know if he was genuinely curious about the matter or if he was about to unknowingly insult her.

“I can’t say!” He exclaimed, panicked.

Sirius, then.

“Okay…How do you feel about it?” she tried, still as diplomatically as possible.

“I don’t know…I know Mother and Father are against it, but I’m not sure why. I don’t think it’s a bad thing, though. Personally,” he raised his palms almost as an excuse, “I’ve never been in love.”

Narcissa couldn’t help but chuckle at Regulus’ self-assigned distance from the matter. “But art often portrays love, and it comes in many different ways,” he continued, innocently. “So it’s not that weird if it’s shared between two people of the same sex?”

“Seems to me like you have it figured out,” she commented, smiling softly. “They don’t do anything wrong,” ‘We aren’t doing anything wrong’ “But I have to warn you, your parents will disagree.”

Regulus nodded. “I’ll keep my mouth shut with them.”

How sad. How incredibly, inevitably sad.

Narcissa was a lot like him: a spirit of preservation stronger than her morals. That’s what made the two of them so different from Andromeda and Sirius, who’d prefer a clear conscience and bloody wounds, rather than the safety that hypocrisy could offer them.

“Who was the letter from?” Regulus asked.

“Told you, just a friend from school.”

“Who got you walking around your bedroom like the Phantom at the Opera,” he countered raising a dark eyebrow.

Oh, he was going to grow into an insufferable teen. She couldn’t wait.

But now, Narcissa had two options: completely ignore the whole talk they had just had and deny everything (safe, hypocritical), or admit-

“You have a crush on her.”

Fuck it.

Narcissa told him everything. From her encounter with Alice, to the interest disguised as repulsion, to the sweet, lovey dovey details that made Regulus scrunch his nose in childish disgust. And when she spoke, Narcissa realised with stupor that the words took shapes and colours she wasn’t aware they could.

Narcissa was capable beauty of her own creation.

Then, years later, Regulus causally came to her room one day complaining about a boy he was seeing like it was nothing, and it made her heart warm. They had created a safe space that survived even after Sirius ran away, dying only when Regulus himself left, a few years later. The two of them kept in touch after her own escape, but they didn’t talk as much as they used to.

“You like girls?” Sirius asked shocked, bringing her back to reality. Regulus bursted into laughter.

“I’ve been out for years, Sirius,” Narcissa answered flatly.

“You’ve never had an official girlfriend, I couldn’t be sure!”

“Oh my God, Sirius, don’t be homophobic!” Peter swatted him in the head.

“So you’re the Narcissa Black,” called a voice from her left, and she had to lean over Dorcas (“I’m sorry love, you’re gorgeous by the way”) to see that it belonged to a handsome young man sitting on the ground. She wondered how such a tall person could almost hide behind the armrest of a sofa.

“The one and only. And you are?”

“Remus Lupin. I’m Peter’s bassist. It’s an honour to meet you,” he shook her hand.

“You look dangerous, Lupin. It’s charming.”

“Hands off, Cissa,” said Regulus, “Sirius already called dibs on him.”

“When did you learn to be such a asshole?” his brother replied, rolling his eyes.

“It was for a role,” Regulus answered, buried in the leather armchair.

“I’m not interested, just stating a fact.” Narcissa shrugged.

“Besides, if Sirius had to be jealous of anyone here, it should be me,” stated Peter smugly, “Since I’ve already kissed Remus. On the mouth. During a live show.”

“I’m not jealous of anyone,” protested Sirius. Liar. He was seething.

“Anything to say, Remus?” intervened James.

“Peter kisses all his friends, it’s a rite of passage. Even you and Sirius did it, he told me,” Remus replied nonchalantly.

“Enough with the petty fighting,” said Dorcas. “James, Sirius. Weren’t you going to recreate that one scene from Dirty Dancing?”

Oh, what had Narcissa walked into?

“Sirius.”

“James.”

“If I have to be subjected to that one more time,” commented Peter, “I’ll have to get more champagne. Excuse me-”

He got up while Sirius and James started making space around them. Dorcas pulled out her phone and exchanged seats with Regulus for a better view.

“It’s not much of a show,” he whispered, next to her. “They’re just being idiots.”

“Try sounding less fond, when you say it.”

“I’m not fond.”

“Mhm. It’s good to see you don’t hate Potter anymore,” she commented.

“I never hated him. But that doesn’t mean that I can stand the guy.” A bit confused, her little Reggie, but Narcissa didn’t pry.

The whole room was watching Sirius and James being embarrassments to themselves, drunkenly spinning around the room and shaking their heads while singing. They had learnt the choreography well, though, if they could perform it in that state.

“Sirius is playing Baby?” asked Remus.

“Potter has enough strength in his arms to hold him for the final move,” Regulus explained, like he had seen this show a thousand times.

“What would you know about Potter’s arms?” Narcissa teased.

“I saw the attempts with the roles reversed. I’m surprised Potter didn’t end up at the hospital with a concussion.”

Everyone was still watching Sirius and James dancing when Peter came back. He had brought a glass of champagne for Regulus, too.

“Oh, we’re almost done,” he commented, sitting next to Narcissa.

“Apparently. Did you go to the kitchen to get those?” she asked.

“No, I picked them from a trail. Do you want one?”

“No, thank you,” I just wanted to know where the fuck is Alice Fortescue. “Mary and Lily are still there, right?”

“Alice too, I think,” commented Regulus glancing at her. Telepathic little shit.

And that’s when Sirius threw himself at James: a couple of screamed curses were involved and the form wasn’t at all perfect, but everyone felt the need to applaude the performance. The two clowns even bowed, showering in the attention.

Then, out of the corner of her eye, Narcissa finally saw Mary and Lily leaving the kitchen, arm in arm. Smiling. Looking all sweet and cute. If that was the direction things were taking, well…it was time to have a little chat with Evans.

Just as she was getting up from the sofa, though, Regulus grabbed her wrist.

“I wanted to tell you something, Cissa,” he whispered, serious, “It’s about Bella.”

Narcissa immediately sat down.

“She’s getting married. Soon. They’ve tried to keep it hidden, but rumours spread fast.”

Narcissa’s head was suddenly spinning like a top. Bella always said she’d never marry, and yes, they were still young when they used to talk about marriages and growing up, but…she would have invited her sister, right? It couldn’t be true.

“Are you sure? Rumours are rumours.”

“I have reasons to believe it’s true. I just thought you deserved to know.”

“When’s the wedding?”

“No clue. Are you thinking of sneaking in?”

Narcissa bit her lip. “I’m considering it?”

Regulus stared in silence, but she knew he wasn’t judging her: he probably would do the same, in her place.

“I have to go, now,” said Narcissa, noticing Mary and Lily getting closer. “Thank you for telling me.”

Regulus nodded, and she could hear him making a snarky comment at his brother as she walked towards the girls.

“Mary! I thought I had lost you forever!” Narcissa put her hands on her hips like a disappointed mother.

“Same here, this house is huge,” Mary smiled, offering her a glass. “Apple juice?”

“Aw, thank you, darling. Were you in the kitchen?”

“Yes, Lily and I wanted a drink.”

Narcissa didn’t have to say a word, because Mary apparently read her mind and stealthily shook her head. So Alice wasn’t there, then. Where the fuck was she?

Lily watched the exchange, sipping from her own cup.

“Lily, I wanted to have a little chat with you, alone,” smiled Narcissa, “To get to know each other.”

Mary sensed danger, Narcissa could tell .

“I really like her, Cissa,” she warned, “And I think we can become really good friends. So don’t scare her.” Mary added in a whisper, and it made Narcissa smile even more devilishly.

“I won’t. Thanks for the juice.”

Mary narrowed her eyes, then threw a look at Lily, who seemed pretty calm, and walked towards the sofa.

“Okay, Evans, what’s your deal with my Mary?”

“Straight to the point, I see,” Lily commented, taken aback. “Your Mary?”

“She’s like a sister to me. So?”

“I want to get to know her, hopefully become her friend, eventually write a song with her,” Lily listed without hesitation.

“Huh, so your priorities changed, then,” Narcissa raised an eyebrow, “I thought the collaboration was your main goal.”

“Before we properly start writing together I wanted to get to know her.” she replied, quick. She really had her answers ready, Narcissa could appreciate that. She had to catch her off guard.

“…Do you like women?”

“I-What?” Lily faltered, her face becoming as red as a tomato. “I-I don’t…I don’t. I’ve always been with men.”

“That doesn’t mean shit, you know.” Narcissa commented, satisfied to have caught Lily by surprise.

“Yes, of course…” she replied, apparently finding the tip of her shoes incredibly interesting. “Does…does Mary like women?”

Narcissa looked at her, not answering immediately to see how Lily handled the suspence. Answer: pitifully.

“I dunno, go ask her,” she shrugged.

“I can’t just go up to her ask if she likes women!”

“Why not? I just did.”

Lily pressed her lips, clearly flustered, and they held eye contact for a while.

“Okay, you seem harmless enough. The interrogation is over.”

Lily sighed in relief, and took a sip of her drink.

“…So, what‘s your deal with Alice?” she asked, breaking the silence. Narcissa tensed.

She could tell her everything. She had the chance to be the childish one, making Alice seem like a bad friend for hiding their relationship to her friend. A taste of sweet, sweet revenge.

“If Alice didn’t tell you anything, I’ll keep my own mouth shut,” she said instead.

“Fair,” Lily shrugged. “Can’t say I didn’t try.”

They looked around, pretending to ignore the rising awkwardness.

“Thank you for coming,” started Lily, “I already told Mary, but coming here represents a risk for both of you. So thank you, I appreciate it.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Lily,” Narcissa softened. “You were there for Sirius when he ran from home, and then for Regulus, too. I know it wasn’t only you who helped them, but you have my respect.”

“So, you don’t care you’ve voluntarily walked into the snake’s nest?” Lily joked humourlessly.

“Darling, I live with a snake. My house literally qualifies as a snake nest.” Narcissa replied, rolling her eyes.

“You…What?”

Narcissa smiled at the surprise on her face. “Follow me, I’ll show you.”

She led Lily to her car, that thankfully wasn’t too far, ranting about how she had a whole fight with Mary about bringing the snake that night. In the end, Narcissa had won: a mother can’t just leave her daughter alone at home, and going out was good for development. Mary argued that snakes didn’t grow like human babies, but she had given in.

They had left the tank in the passenger’s seat, and when Narcissa pulled out Bunny, she immediately found her place around her forearm, small head resting on her palm. Lily was staring at the reptile, mouth wide open.

“Bunny, this is Lily Evans. She’s Mummy’s friend.”

“This is Bunny?” she replied, amazed. “Can I hold her? Please?”

“Oh. Mary freaked out the first time I showed her, and Amelia threw me a shoe. Here, take her,” Narcissa gently held Bunny. “Aren’t you scared?”

“I love her. It’s hard to find it insulting when people call me a snake, looking at her,” Lily said mindlessly, watching the snake carefully as she slithered up her arm. “It tickles!” she giggled, like a kid petting a dog for the first time.

Narcissa let her play with Bunny for a bit.

The streets were almost empty, the air cold, and the sky didn’t get much darker than this. Soon they’d have to go home, and she still hadn’t talked to Alice. How frustrating.

“I know what they say about you, Evans.” Narcissa commented. Lily gave her her full attention, Bunny now drifting unsupervised around her fingers.

“…And?”

“Honestly, I think they’re scared of you. You are friends with two prodigies of the Black family: they couldn’t manage to overshadow Sirius and Regulus’ success, and now that even I left almost unscathed, I think they’re scared of more of their actors and singers doing the same,” Narcissa explained. She had started formulating that hypothesis when the youngest Black started his own career: the beginning of the downfall wasn’t him leaving, but him not needing his family to succeed, and Narcissa was further proof of that.

“Our family couldn’t go against Potter, the main reason Sirius left, because of his parents, but you were unlucky, getting involved in that ordeal with Severus, so you’re an easy target. They want to take you down, and the brothers with you.“

“What do you think I should do, then?” Lily asked, sincerely. Now, five years weren’t that much of an age difference, but to Narcissa Lily was looking a lot like a lost puppy at the moment, and she was holding her precious Bunny oh so tenderly…she felt the need to help her.

“Make them pay. Give them a reason to be scared. I bet Sirius and Regulus would gladly help you with that,” she answered, taking Bunny from Lily’s arms.

“We were all so relieved, when Regulus ran away,” Lily said, as Narcissa put Bunny back in her tank and locked her car.

“I have to ask those two about the details. You should’ve seen Regulus when Sirius left, I thought they’d never speak to each other again,” Narcissa sighed.

“Their relationship was frail, at first. But in the end they sort of made up.” Lily offered, and Narcissa had the feeling she wouldn’t get much more info from her. It was a personal matter, after all, and Narcissa doubted Lily herself knew much more.

“And they did it by what, talking?” Narcissa joked.

Lily nodded, and Narcissa’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Are you se…kidding me?” Lily shook her head.

“Those two talked?” Nod.

“About their feelings?” Another nod.

“Sober?” …Reluctant head shake.

“Listen, I was as surprised as you are-“

“Surprised!” Narcissa let her back rest against the cold car door.

“If they can do it, why can’t I?” She exclaimed, frustrated.

“I know!” Lily agreed, standing next to her with her arms crossed. They both acknowledged their slip ups quickly, and shut their mouths.

“What, do you also have sibling issues?” Narcissa smirked.

“A sister that pretends I don’t exist,” Lily said, facing the house. The gold lights and the wind made her hair glow like wildfire. “She’s pregnant. And I found out through a fucking Facebook post.”

Narcissa hissed. “Ouch. Well, at least you have only one sister to worry about: I was too high to crash my niece’s baby shower but hey, maybe I can make it to my other sister’s wedding.”

“Well, better late than never. If you crash the wedding I’ll crash my sister’s kid’s baby shower,” Lily replied, and they both chuckled. Yeah, Narcissa liked her.

“…Shall we go back inside?” said Lily.

“Please, I’m freezing. I can’t feel my toes and I don’t know if it’s the heels, or the cold.”

As soon as they stepped back into the warm house, Narcissa decided she wasn’t going to waste any more time.

“Listen, Lily…Do you happen to know where Alice is?” she tried.

“Oh…” Lily replied, “I don’t know. Really. Marlene went looking for her some time ago, maybe try asking her.”

“Okay, thank you,” Narcissa nodded, already searching the room for a blond mullet. “But tell Mary I didn’t traumatise you, or it’ll be a dreadful ride home.”

“I will,” Lily laughed. “Good luck.”

Narcissa found Marlene, but she was too loyal (and hammered) to give Alice’s precise location, so Narcissa had to search the whole house, room by room. She found that Longbottom guy Alice was friends with, but even his lips stayed sealed, and Narcissa damned Alice for having such good friends. She was halfway into exploring the second floor when she finally found her.

Alice was lying in a bed of dark guest room, an empty bottle of vodka by her side. Her short curls were dark against white pillow, and she was wearing a black suit, white shirt and a waist coat, the jacket discarded on the sheets. She looked tired, but apparently she had had the decency to take off her shoes before laying on the bed. When she saw Narcissa, she had the audacity to groan.

She fucking groaned.

To Narcissa’s face.

“Hello to you, too.” Narcissa said, venomous, standing in the doorway’s yellowish light. Alice glared at her, still not speaking a word. Narcissa physically needed to hear her voice. At least once, after so many years. Or she was going to explode.

She walked into the room, Alice’s eyes on her, and stood in front of her.

“Are you not going to say anything?”

“I have nothing to say to you.” Alice replied.

Oh, her voice. Her voice. Give her the most offensive, atrocious words, but please, please don’t keep Alice’s voice away from her.

“Amazing. Because I have a lot to say.”

Alice stood up, making Narcissa retreat just a step. She had gotten taller, Narcissa had to slightly lift her chin to look at her in the eye, even with heels on. She tried not to think too much about it.

“Speak, then. I can’t promise I’ll listen,” Alice smelled of alcohol, but she looked as sober as ever. She had never been a light weight, even at parties during their school years Narcissa was always the one getting dragged back to their dorm. In Alice’s arms. Arms that were so close she could just reach out and-

“That’s exactly the problem, Fortescue,” replied Narcissa, snapping back to reality. Alice’s eyebrow shot up at the last name. God, Narcissa hadn’t used it since their first weeks as roommates, but it still rolled off her tongue like a deadly curse.

“You can yell, scream, hate me all you want, but don’t ignore me. I won’t accept it.”

Alice blinked, and then laughed bitterly. “Oh, so the princess can disappear for a decade, but when I ignore her then that’s unacceptable? Don’t be a fucking hypocrite, Black,” she said, all bite, and Narcissa had never been happier of someone being mad at her.

“You broke my heart, ran away with the pieces, and vanished. I didn’t hear from you for years, and then you come back into my life, expecting what? Me, waiting with open arms?” Alice never shouted when she was mad, her words became more and more settled and firm, like slaps to the face that progressively got stronger.

She was close, really close, close enough Narcissa could smell a hint of cinnamon under all the drunkenness. She didn’t move an inch, couldn’t move even if she wanted to.

“This doesn’t seem like nothing to say,” commented Narcissa, snarky, because she couldn’t help it, not with Alice so close, the closest they’ve been since they were at school.

“Oh, fuck you,” Alice groaned, turning away, but Narcissa grabbed her by the collar of her shirt.

“No, fuck you. I came here to apologise, but you want to act all childish-“

“Childish?”

“Let me finish!” Narcissa shouted, then angry silence settled between them. Narcissa let go of Alice’s shirt, now all crumpled.

“Have you listened to any of my songs?” Narcissa asked, more quietly.

“No, I’ve made a good job at avoiding you, in the last ten years.”

“Well,” she snapped, trying to ignore the angry ringing in her ears. “I’m performing, next Friday. It’s a live show, and I want you to watch me.”

“You can’t make me-“

“Watch me fucking sing, Alice, or I promise I’ll haunt you like a ghost. Every. Step. You. Take. And you won’t be able to ignore me.” Narcissa punctuated, tapping her finger on Alice’s tie. “I’m not asking you to like me, or talk to me. Just to listen.”

They were glaring at each other, but Alice’s brown eyes caught the light in a way that made them glow like bonfires, mysterious craters on the surface of a far away planet, and the freckles on her face were still exactly where they were supposed to, a map imprinted in her memory, and Narcissa had forgotten she was supposed to be glaring at her.

“…Fine. But take your hands off of me,” Alice swatted her hand away, but Narcissa was satisfied, both because Alice had given in and because her voice was almost soft, if she listened carefully. Or if she was delusional enough.

“Good. It’s time for me to go. By the way, you look stupid in that suit,” Narcissa lied.

“You love women in suits,” countered Alice, smirking because she knew it was the truth.

“On you, it’s repulsive,” Narcissa shrugged.

“Repulsive is that green you’re wearing. It’s not really your colour, Cissa.”

“Green is my colour, always has been and you know it, you lying-“

“If no article of clothing is coming off, I’m escorting Narcissa to the door,” interrupted Lily, standing behind them, with Mary next to her trying to suppress her laughter.

“My heels are the only thing I’m taking off,” said Narcissa, walking towards them, her mind repeating that last ‘Cissa’ like a broken record. “Let’s go.”

Narcissa didn’t look at Alice while walking away. They had never been good at goodbyes, and if they didn’t even consider saying it when they thought they would see each other for the last time, why would they start now?

Goodbye, for them, was a promise bound to be broken.

[pigtailedgirl]

A Fanfic for Juliet Is Bleeding; Snow Covered Burials: An Irene POV

So I made a thing. Shocking I know. No beta. Probably full of grammar errors.

But you know like @variousqueerthings and others and I dream of;

Maybe Irene and Fraser do have that talk.

He didn’t go with the rest. With Ray who had stalked angrily away from him. The procession of cops finally departing ignored him like he was a ghost.

She watched him move off. She waited to follow.

She’d had time to put on her coat and walk down the empty staircase. Past Rebecca trying to settle the children. Past Frank’s empty office now that everyone had rushed out to contact lawyers and associates to assure Frank’s business and Frank’s release. Out to the backyard with her own surprising quiet.

His back stiffens as if caught unaware by her approach, though she’s sure he heard her footfalls on the crunching frosted ground.

The light snow is dusting them both.

It’s strange to be alone after all the chaos.

To her.

He seems resigned to it.

Unlike her, he’s stepped lightly to avoid marking the scene. But his gaze, at the dug hole the police had found their evidence in, is it’s own penetrating.

He looks lost.

She knows it doesn’t matter. Where to step. The evidence already collected and photographed means this was finished. The yellow tape and hole left behind isn’t worth them covering. Not when the cops feel another grave looming.

“You can’t reason him out of this.”

She doesn’t mean it to sound like an accusation, she was going for advice and sympathy, god does she relate, but it’s too sharp on her tongue. Her inner anger is festering.

“Ray never stops with Frank. But Frank wouldn’t do this! And Ray, how could he think—”

His penetrating gaze turns to fix on her, leeching that lie off her and into silence.

“I know Frank Zuko too. Perhaps not like Ray, but you brother, he’s...he’s no saint.”, he says. It’s a steel in his voice. A loyalty to Ray’s experience, no matter their break. A wary politeness hiding his own distinct dislike of Frank.

What had Pauline said at the party as she’d looked at their curious table?

“Why is Ray with a Mountie?”, Irene had whispered to her. Unsurprising Ray’d become a detective, she was entirely flummoxed by this combination and partnership. “Oh he’s Ray’s, well geez the neighbourhood doesn’t know what to make of it! Canadian.”, Pauline gossiped with eagerness “He’s like a real life dream hero, and such a looker. A do-gooder somehow dragging Ray along. Whatever you do don’t mention him to Frank or the guys though. Jimmy hinted he did something that got under Frank’s skin bad.”

She realizes he’s waiting for her response. Judging her but with a respect for her take and opinion, hurt that this is it, that’s she’s never had. Not even with Ray letting her lead.

It makes her smile. She sees why Ray would let him lead too. “Irene.”, she says in introduction.

“Benton Fraser. RCMP.” And he removes his hat and turns to her fully. His expression also slightly thawing. “You didn’t happen to see anything? Could give a statement—”

“No.” And her own resignation tells it. She doesn’t know what the hell is going on in all this. She wouldn’t say she could say if she did.

“Ah.” He looks down. Resolves and facing her with an earnest-ness. “Why do you defend him and what he does?”

She wishes she could look at him but the question makes her ashamed. Glance away. Hasten to wrap her coat tighter.

Why does she defend Frank? Why did she run from Ray’s love all those years ago. “I don’t need you father’s permission or mines, Irene. We don’t have to be what they say. I can protect you.” Run from his proposal and into a loveless marriage with Gary and then run back home like this was ever a comfort and it was ever not running running running. Why did she never, does she never stand up to Frank? Cause she knows him. And she fears the truth of that more than even fearing him. But--

“How can you not? He’s my brother. I love him. I love them both, and I don’t know how to do anything else. None of us are saints Mr. Fraser.”

His eyes are kind when she does manage to glance at him. He understands. Oh yes, he relates.

“No we are not.”

“Don’t stop trying, though? Or making him?”, she finds herself brave enough to ask of him.

Maybe a coward's love and a Mountie's unreasonable conviction...?

“Yes ma'am.” He gives like a word and a vow. A small smile for the first gracing him.

The snow stops in that moment. Like a break.

Maybe it will be enough? A chance away? Neither she or he say, but she gestures him forward, and he does offer her a silent arm. To the front street where she asks if he has a way to ride home and he assures her it’s no trouble to walk.

Where they depart never to have a moment to speak or share their unspoken solution again.

It was luck and blindness in both avoiding the holes, of behind and the footprints making one ahead. The snow has covered and left them blind to it briefly.

Still there. Still the graves loom.

[deathofpeaceofmiiind]

illicit affairs | seven

*Noahs POV*

“Has anyone seen Matt?”

We were all gathered in the lobby of our hotel, getting ready to go out for breakfast before we left. No one had seen Matt since yesterday and it wasn’t like him to just go off and do his own thing. It felt like someone punched me in the gut, he was obviously with her. 

Bryan grabbed his phone to text him as everyone scanned the lobby again, “He never came back to the hotel, his bed was empty this morning.”

“Oh he hooked up with someone I bet.” Folio joked with Jolly, who just send him a glare to shut up. I think he had a hunch where he was too, his face was stern.

“Shut the fuck up.” I snapped, angrily walking away before I said something else. The idea of those two together just made my blood boil. I don’t even want to know what they go up to while I was sleeping last night...

“You okay?”

I looked up and saw Bryan following me outside. I took a deep breath as my eyes panned over the busy Vancouver street. “No…I know exactly where Matt is.”

“Where?”

“He’s with Ellie.” I pursed my lips together, thinking about the two of them together. It was pure torture.

“I don’t think anything is going on with them.” He replied so nonchalantly, clearly not noticing how much this was killing me. 

“What if something did happen?”

He sighed, running his hand through his hair before looking over at me. “Noah I say this as your friend, you had a whole year to reach out to her and properly apologize. No matter how many times we tried to encourage you to do it, you pouted instead. You can’t be surprised that she’s moved on.”

Fuck, that stung to hear, but I knew it was right. “Why him though? Why couldn’t she meet someone up here? Not someone that I’ve known for forever.”

“I think you need to ask yourself that question man. Look at what Matt did for her in LA, he almost took the fall cause he didn’t want to see anything bad happen to her. While you threw a party and fucked some random girl, he practically went to war for her to make sure she didn’t get in any trouble. Fuck, look at how they interacted with each other that night in Santa Monica in general. They just…work.”

I still kicked myself for how I dealt with everything in LA. Ellie felt disrespected, and Matt did what I should’ve done. Instead I got drunk, made her the villan while I worried about my own reputation. Why would she want someone like me back? I know I wouldn’t if the roles were reversed. “Maybe I should just let her go then.” After everyone gave up looking for him, we finally headed out for breakfast. There was a small brunch spot recommended to us around the corner so we just walked to it. I really did miss Vancouver, I could still move up here if I wanted to, but that would be too weird. As we got closer to the restaurant, I saw a black Audi SUV parked outside. My stomach dropped, I wonder if it was hers. 

“We should go somewhere else.” 

I was about to ask why but I answered my own question. A few booths away from us, I saw the two of them sitting together, drinking coffee and so lost in a conversation that they didn’t look up at all. She looked so beautiful, it was killing me. Her short hair was sleeked back in a bun, matched with some leggings and one of our shirts that was oversized on her. I wonder if she still wore the same YSL perfume or even the lip gloss that made her taste like strawberries. I was brought back to reality when Matt whispered something in her ear, making her laugh and flash that smile that used to bring me to my knees. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, she looked happy with him. 

“No it’s fine, we can stay.”

We all piled into another booth, luckily not too close to them but close enough she could see me. My eyes darted over to them again after the server took our order, and I noticed Folio was talking to them. Cursing under my breath, I put my hood up and looked in the other direction. He clearly didn’t get the memo.  “Did you guys know they were here? I asked them to come sit with us.” He said as he sat back down. His facial expression dropped when we didn’t reciprocate his excitement.

“Bro you gotta learn how to read a fucking room.”

“Morning” Matt greeted, Ellie’s hand was wrapped around his arm as she scanned the table. She made contact with me, our eyes stayed locked for what felt like an eternity before she turned her attention elsewhere. Her lips were glossed over with the same shade as before, I could almost taste it on the tip of my tongue.

“Do you two mind squeezing in at the end?” “Why not.” She sarcastically replied as her and Matt exchanged glances. As they sat down, the whole table went silent, darting glances at Folio for putting us in this situation. My eyes were burning a hole through his chest, this was all his fault. 

“So, Ellie…How’s work been?” Nick said as everyone simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief.

“I actually quit my job. I work for the hospital still, just from home. I deal with difficult cases, work on care plans, also help patients with any concerns they have. It's lots of emails and video calls.”

“I thought you liked your job.” I slipped out surprisingly. 

“I did, but people change.” She replied, very passive aggressively may I add. 

“How’s everything else?” Bryan asked her, “Last time I spoke to Danielle, some things were up in the air?”

“Everything is a lot better now.” She replied, turning her head to look at Matt. He smiled at her and squeezed her hand. I wanted to leave but I also sadly wanted to be in her presence, even if it killed me. 

“I saw your instagram photos. That condo you have is sick.” Folio added, making me roll my eyes.

“Thank you! I was gonna sell it and get a house but I can’t be bothered. I’d love to have you all over for dinner one of these days… you too Noah.”

I glanced over at her and her bright eyes were blinding me. She looked really genuine with her invitation, “that would be nice.”

“Good.” A small curved on her mouth, causing one to form on mine too. Maybe if I buried my feelings I could became a friend to her. At this point I’d do whatever it takes to stay in her life. 

“Maybe we could do thanksgiving together? We usually do it with Ruffilo’s family but they’re in Europe all November.” Jolly suggested.

“Canadian thanksgiving is actually in October and it happens to land on my birthday…it’s a big one for me.” 

“She’s turning 30.” Matt chimed in. She rolled her eyes and elbowed him slightly. Not gonna lie, it made me chuckle a little bit.

“Fuck yeah! We’re throwing you a dirty thirty!” Folio exclaimed. “We’ll come up here for thanksgiving dinner and party afterwards.”

“I hope Canadian thanksgiving is good...” Bryan whined, “please tell me there’s football on.”

“It’s the Canadian football league but it’s still good, and there’s hockey! You guys will be fine.” Ellie tried to convince him but it wasn’t working. 

Our food arrived and we all dug in. Bryan picked up a piece of his bacon and pointed it in Ellie’s face. “We’re only doing this cause we love you.“ “I know.” She smirked, taking the bacon out of his hand and eating it, leaving him stunned. “We still haven’t figured out our thanksgiving. I know for a fact we’re off.” Matt asked us. We all looked at each other but couldn’t come up with anything. For the last 7 years, we always did the same thing for thanksgiving, so this year we were a little lost.  “Let’s get a cabin with a hot tub in Whistler.” Ellie suggested as her eyes lit up, she definitely had our attention. “It's quiet up there since ski season hasn't started but there's snow up there by then. We'll just get drunk, watch football and go out for dinner. Turkey is overrated anyway.” Jolly wrapped his arm around her and gave her a squeeze, “I’m so glad you’re back, El.”  We all ate our food in silence, talking about random things here and there. It was so bizarre, but I was actually having a good time. It felt like we picked up where we left with Ellie, almost as if she was a missing part of our group. My eyes wandered over to her and she caught my stare. A soft smile appeared on her face, and I mirrored it. 

Maybe we would be okay.

[decapolicemoment]

College Days: 1

(or Carl having beef with a minor)

He was finally here; Broadstone Police College. He’s worked his ass off to get here, working hard to earn enough money to fly here from Britain, not wanting to rely on his parent's business. Sure, their money is helpful, but being independent is what he craves the most, so he took as much as he could and left the country, moving into the dormitories.

He was told a week ago that he would have a roommate, and although it would be helpful in some circumstances, he spent the whole week praying that they would be nice and help clean up around the dorm. They were supposed to come today, so it was a matter of time before he would meet them.

He packed his bag, slinging the strap over his shoulder before leaving the orientation room. Most people were still there, chatting with their professors or classmates. As much as he wanted to make friends here, he wanted to be there for when his roommate arrived, whenever that was. 

He walked through the hallway, trying to find the exit when he walked past someone who caught his eye. He was blonde and a little bit shorter than Carl was, an inch or so. He was fixated on the map hanging on the wall, staring at it as if he was trying to figure it out.

“Hey, you need help?” He put a hand on his shoulder, causing him to slightly flinch, turning to face him. His wide blue eyes staring at whoever snapped him out of his trance. He relaxed, glancing back at the map.

“Whoever made this sucks with directions. I’ve been walking around trying to find the dorms.” He pointed a finger at the paper on the wall. “You have any clue where it is?”

Was he new? Most people have already settled into their rooms, but then again, the deadline hasn’t passed, so maybe he was just late. “Yeah, what building are you in?”

“Eh?”

“You got a key right? It should have your building number and room on it.”

“….I was supposed to get a key?”

Carl smirked, covering his mouth to hide the giggle that came from it. His eye twitched, not understanding the humor in his situation. 

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing nothing, I’m just surprised you didn’t know that.” He waved his hands in front of him, a slight smile still on his face. The blonde grew more annoyed, rolling his eyes at his comment.

“Not everyone got to come here early, you know? Some people never got a tour of the place.”

“I didn’t tour here either.”

“Okay? I didn’t ask if you did. You still got here before me so you’ve already walked around campus.”

He sighed, wishing he hadn’t offered to help him out. “Listen, I have somewhere to be, so let’s just go our separate ways, okay?”

“What, you have a girlfriend or something?”

“What? No.” How he managed to come to that conclusion was beyond him. The blonde looked him up and down, a judging look on his face.

“Yeah, you don’t seem like you would have one,” he said, shaking his head.

“The hell’s that supposed to mean?”

He turned away from Carl, a grin on his face as he strutted down the hall. He waved as Carl yelled to him again. As he became farther away, it hit him.

He never gave him directions. 

Good. Serves him right for being an annoying little twat. He continued the other way, opening the exit door. The light breeze hit him as he jogged to the dorm building. He didn’t live too high up, so there was no point in him taking the stairs.

Opening the door to his dorm, he looked to see if anyone had arrived before he did, realizing that it was completely empty. He started to worry for whoever they were, hoping that they were coming soon and weren’t injured or lost. If he knew who they were, he would have tried to find them.

He thought back to the guy he met in the hallway, praying for whoever might have to dorm with him. Maybe he was lucky enough to get a single room, though he doubts it since they only give those out if there aren’t a lot of people or if you have a disability.

He plopped down on the couch, scrolling on his phone to pass the time. Classes didn’t start until Monday, and it would probably be mostly icebreakers that day. There wasn’t much to do except wait for his dorm mate to arrive 

Apparently he wouldn’t have to wait that long, as someone knocked on the door. He sat up, hearing someone try to open the door on their own, keys rattling. Another knock, followed by, “Open the door please.”

He knew that voice, but he couldn’t quite place from where. Standing up, he went to open the door, only for it to open on its own, hitting him in the face. 

He clutched his nose and groaned, hearing his new roommate start to apologize, only to stop. He faced them, neither of them talking as they made eye contact.

“YOU!” “OH COME ON!”

He closed the door behind him, glaring at him. He went past him towards the bedrooms, Carl following to make sure he didn’t go in his. Surprisingly, he ignored the open room and went straight to the closed one, sliding his suitcase on the floor and closing the door again.

“I really don’t want to share a dorm with you, but I don’t feel like changing, so how about we call a truce.” He stuck a hand out to him, half lidded eyes staring at him.

“A truce? Are you serious?”

“God, just be the bigger person and shake my hand already.” They shook hands, both looking as if they didn’t want to. 

“Great! Name’s Harvard Marks.”

“No ‘nice to meet you’ or ‘Sorry for hitting you with the door’?”

“I’m not a liar. Besides, it’s your fault for standing behind the door.”

“You’re the one who asked me to open it!”

“If I knew it was you, I wouldn’t have asked.”

“What happened to your truce?”

“I can still not like you, I know you don’t like me either.” He was right, but he was less vocal about it, rather than Harvard who makes a comment about him in every sentence.

“You never asked my name.”

“Isn’t it Carl? It was on the paper the office gave me.” He nodded. 

“Cool, lemme see your schedule real quick.” He complied, not realizing what he asked.

“Perfect, we share some classes.” That was not perfect, he didn’t want to have to deal with him both in and out of the dorm. He glanced at both their schedules, them sharing most of his classes.

“Great…,” he mumbled, already regretting everything. He wondered if it was too late for him to get a new roommate. 

Over the span of a week, Carl realized a few things about his roommate.

One, that he was actually quite smart and skilled. Though, he needed to be to back up his cockiness.

Two, that he wasn’t such a pain in the ass to other people, it seemed to be just him. 

Three, he was tidy, and made sure to clean up after himself. 

And four..

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE 16?!”

“I mean that I’m currently 16 years old, what do you think?” He looked annoyed and amused at his question.

“How old did you think I was?”

“I thought you were just a short 18 year old..”

“We’re the same height??”

“Barely, but that’s not the point.” Harvard grinned at his exasperation, as he tried to wrap his head around his roommate being a minor.

“You should feel bad for harboring such hate for a minor,” he clasped his hands together, letting out a small whine. “In fact, you should be ashamed and buy me coffee as an apology.”

“Hell no. It just means I can’t fully blame you for being immature.” He ruffled his hair, getting a yelp out of him. He slapped his hands away before huffing. 

“Says the one who had beef with a teenager.”

“Well I didn’t know you were a teenager.”

“You say that as if you wouldn’t have beef if you knew I was one.”

“Can you drop it? I have class in a few minutes.”

“Only if you buy me coffee later.”

“Sure, just go away.” He saluted, before going back to his room. Carl sighed, brewing himself a pot of coffee.

This year was gonna be long.

[mostmouse]

Jin and Tonic

Hanging out at Jin's restaurant, Jin and Tonic, you indulge in some fancy wine until he remembers your date - that was over an hour ago. Trying to salvage the night, he gives you an inch, to which of course, you take a mile. But it's okay, he can't resist you begging anyways.

(Kim Seokjin x f!reader, explicit, intoxication, 6,000 words)

The atmosphere of Jin’s restaurant was perfect. You watched as people went in and out, enjoying their meals that you knew were made with love. Jin was an amazing chef, he really did deserve his restaurant and the local awards he’s won so far. Sitting at a private table towards the back of the dining area, you sipped your wine as you people watched. 

All sorts of people came through to eat. People with families, people on first dates, business meetings, friend groups, just about everyone could afford to come. There were high dollar meals all the way to simple children’s dishes - there was something for everyone. 

Your favorite dish, however, was not on the menu. Your eyes followed one of the servers who dodged a large tray of drinks, easily slipping under the other server’s arm and back into the kitchen. You could’ve followed him and snuck back there, but you were too scared to cause <i>another</i> accident. While Jin had infinite patience for you, you didn’t want to make any of the other employees’ lives difficult. 

Pouting as you filled your glass back up, you swirled the wine absentmindedly. He was supposed to be off over an hour ago, coming to sweep you off your feet and back home for a stay-in date. You were ravenous for him, practically starving for just a taste of him. However, he was devoted to his craft, to his child - the restaurant.

It wasn’t as if his sous chefs were incapable of manning the kitchen without him, he just loved spending time making food for people. Oftentimes, he would peruse the dining area and ask the patrons how their meals were, toss a couple of bad jokes in for the kids, and then make his way back to the kitchen once more. 

You weren’t sure if he had forgotten your little date rendezvous or if he had just lost track of time, but you were about ready to hunt him down and drag him back home by his ear. Pouting further, you sighed as you tipped your glass of wine into your mouth, blinking as it was empty. Kicking your feet petulantly, you huffed and watched the kitchen door like a hawk. It was the reason you and he always used this table, it had a prime view of the kitchen - not exactly desirable to the average diner. 

One of the servers you knew seemed to take pity on you, smiling faintly as they darted into the kitchen doors. “Ah, chef, I think your flower is wilting out there.” Furrowing his brow, Jin looked over his shoulder for a second before plating the steak and veggies, artistic swirls of sauce and garnish enhancing the beauty of the dish. 

Blinking, he wracked his mind over and over. “Flower... Did I order flowers for the host station?” As he walked briskly around the kitchen, checking over the others’ areas for cleanliness and snatching any too-dirty towels to be replaced, the server followed hot on his heels. 

“I’m talking about your wife, Seokjin-nim! She’s downed almost the whole bottle of wine you had picked out for you to share! She’s probably about ready to come in here and skin you herself.” The server almost collided into the older man’s back, Jin stopping in his tracks with a gasp. 

His wide eyes flew to the clock over the exit, stuttering over his words for a split second, “Fuck! It’s been- oh god, shit. I have to go. Is everyone okay here without me for the rest of the evening?” Amongst the shouts of agreement, he felt his own heart pounding in his ears. It had been an hour and forty minutes since he said he was going to join you. Slapping his forehead, he flagged down his best chef, “Can you make those two plates to go for me? I’ll need to just grab her and run. Oh! And can you put in a few pieces of tonight’s dessert? Two pieces of each of the cakes and pies, thanks!” 

With that, he dashed towards the exit doors before stopping, smoothing his hair and apron before going to get you. He’d take you back to his office to drink some water and some preemptive pain killers, then grab the food and go. Clearing his throat, he took a calming breath and slipped out the doors, expertly dodging servers and hosts. 

Jin’s gaze found you immediately, a soft smile on his lips and anxiety melting away. While he was worried you’d be upset, he knew you’d forgive him. Preparing himself for whatever treatment he was about to receive, he made his way to your little table, slipping in front of you and tilting your head up from where you had been staring down at your phone. 

Once you met his gaze, and your hair was out of the way, he sighed as he saw your screen. It was playing a video of the two of you on your wedding day, years and years younger than you were now. Finding your line of sight again, he leaned in a bit closer, “They’re getting our dinner ready and then we can go home, baby. How does that sound?” 

Sighing heavily, you pulled his hand back to your cheek and laid heavily against it, smiling as Jin giggled softly. Blinking owlishly at him, you smiled, “Can we go to your office and wait? I don’t wanna fall asleep out here. I gotta wake up a little.” Nodding, he got up and helped you stand as well, steadying you easily. 

With one hand on the small of your back, he led you to the offices down the hall, slipping into his easily. You bit your lip as you reached around him and locked it with a cheeky grin. Licking his lips, he directed you to sit in one of the chairs in front of his desk, “Are you feeling okay, jagiya? Do you need anything?” Your voice was a soft hum as you asked him for water, melting into the new seat and tilting your head up and back. 

Once he returned with your water, you drank gratefully from it, nearly downing half of it instantly. “How long until we get to go home?” Jin looked up from where he had been shamelessly watching your legs as you kicked them, ankles crossed. 

Clearing his throat, he blushed lightly, “It shouldn’t be too long, I would think.” 

Nibbling on your lip, you tucked your legs under your chair as you stared up at your tall and broad husband, “Enough time for us to have a little fun?~” He laughed breathlessly, shaking his head. Before he could speak some sense into you, you reached out and grabbed a hold of his apron, pouting, “Please? Can’t I just suck oppa’s cock? Or maybe I can eat your ass.” 

Blushing hotly, he looked at the door, huffing with a smile when he saw it was indeed locked. Shaking his head, he looked down at you again. Your cheeks were flushed and your eyes half lidded, though he was sure it was the wine and not at all you trying to be seductive. Grabbing your wrist, he tugged your hand free and sat you back into the chair. “My sweet baby, I don’t think we have time for that. Let’s just wait until we get home, okay?” 

Whining, you shook your head, looking up at him with big eyes, “No~ I’ll be too sleepy and we’ll both be too fat and happy after dinner. C’mon, please can I suck you off, jagi? I can finger you too, if you want.” 

Tossing his head back, he laughed breathlessly, “You’re a vixen! No, we aren’t doing anything, besides I don’t even keep lube in here, baby girl. You’re gonna have to wait.” He groaned as he looked down at your heartbroken expression, your lip trembling dramatically. Looking pointedly away, he huffed, “You can’t change my mind! I’m being responsible. Besides, you’re drunk.” 

Sniffling loudly, you couldn’t help but smile, even with a tearful voice to try to get him to give in, “You love when I blow you when I’m drunk! You say it’s messy and wet and dirty like how you really like it.” You watched as his shoulders sank a bit, cheeks heating up. Licking your lips, you grinned, voice teasing, “C’mon, oppa. Please? I’ll never ask for anything else ever again.” 

He laughed loudly, “You’re such a liar! I bet in the car you’ll ask if you can give me road head, too.” 

You gasped loudly, grin widening, “I can give you road head, too? Ahhh~ oppa is so sweet to his jagiya.” Gasping as if he was scandalized, he laughed as he rubbed his forehead. 

Sighing, he stepped closer and brushed your hair out of your face, tilting your head up, “You’re a dirty girl. You wanna suck oppa’s cock so badly?” You nodded, a smile on your flushed face. Jin licked his lips slowly, eyes flicking to the door. It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve done something indecent in his office, but he really was itching to get you home and into bed. Letting you start the foreplay here was almost a trap, you’d want to lavish him and make him cum until he passed out. 

It wasn’t fair, he wanted to be the one ravishing you. He shuddered as he thought of the last time the two of you had been intimate, it was nearly a wrestling match until you managed to overpower him at the last second. He’d say he’d learned his lesson in letting his guard down, but you had pegged him so hard he was sure he had met god - so actually he wasn’t that interested in learning his lesson. 

Tonight, however, he had wanted it to be about you. Though, he supposed an early orgasm wouldn’t hurt, he’d still have his stamina when he got the both of you home, and maybe you’d have sobered up by then. 

Making the decision, he licked his plump lips slowly, fingers tracing your jaw. Coming up to rest on your cheek, he brushed his thumb over your lips, watching as you grinned widely. He didn’t need you to open your mouth to know you were already drooling. “Can you be a good girl and take all of me, jagiya? Can you be quiet for oppa and let oppa fuck your mouth?” 

You nodded quickly, scooting forward to get on your knees, but he stopped you quickly. Whispering for you to follow him, he rounded his desk, reaching into the bottom drawer and pulling out a plump meditation pillow. Setting it on the floor in front of his chair and slightly under his desk, then covering it with his apron that he slipped off, he motioned for you to come closer, but with a finger to his lip, making sure you were quiet as well. 

Covering your mouth as you giggled, you wobbled almost uncomfortably close, falling into his chest as soon as you were touching him. Pulling you with him, he stood you in front of your little throne that was just slightly under his desk. Helping you kneel down, he raked his crooked fingers through your hair. 

Without needing to say anything, he watched as you basked in his attention before making eye contact and sitting up on your knees slightly. Your hands fumbled a bit with his belt before dragging his slacks down his thick thighs. He watched as you whimpered in the back of your throat before you dove forward, nuzzling his clothed half hard cock. 

Your breath was hot against him and he shuddered, hand tightening in your hair. As he pulled slightly, you moaned softly, mouthing at his shaft over his boxer briefs. Swallowing thickly, you pulled back a bit before hooking your fingertips into the waistband and dragged them down his body, cock freed and blushing. 

Jin could practically see hearts in your eyes and swirling around your head. Sitting down heavily in his chair, he tried to not jump as the cold leather hit his burning skin. Scooting closer to you, he spread his legs wide once you shoved his pants to his ankles. 

Without waiting, you immediately grabbed his thighs and nuzzled your face against his base, inhaling his musky scent and kissing his dark bush. Moaning softly, he watched as you gave him featherlight kisses all around his cock and belly. You sucked marks onto the insides of his thighs as your hand slipped between them to cup his heavy package. 

Groaning tightly, he covered his mouth with one hand and kept the other in your hair. For a split second, he worried he’d end up making a mess once you got him off - it <i>had</i> been a few nights and he hadn’t had the time to jerk himself off. However, he knew you’d be just as desperate to drink up all his cum just as much as you were dying to lick his cock. 

Pressing kisses to the base of his shaft, you kissed and licked his package, moaning softly as you did so. You tried to keep as quiet as you could, knowing in the back of your mind that you were just in his back office. There really wasn’t that much space between here and the kitchen. Though you were sure some of the staff knew what you did when you visited. 

Grinning, you held his shaft in your hand as he got harder, stiffening in your grip. Slowly, you licked from the bottom of his package up to the fuzzy base of his cock, then up to the flushed tip. Dipping your tongue across his slit, you sighed at the salty taste. Flicking your eyes up to Jin, you squealed quietly as his head was bent forward, cheeks and ears blushed red and his plump lip between his teeth. 

Giggling bashfully, you hid your face against his thigh and you heard him groan, the hand in your hair pulling hard, “Don’t. You don’t get to beg oppa to suck his fat cock and then get shy. Be a good girl and take it.” His harsh words had you wiggling in your spot, whining and looking up at him with big eyes. 

Swallowing thickly, you took a deep breath before immediately taking all of him into your mouth, feeling him hit the back of your throat as you nuzzled your face lower and lower until you were pressed into his bush. He slapped his free hand over his mouth, tossing his head back and nearly crying out. Panting, he jerked his hips as you stayed lowered on him, your hot throat squeezing him as you swallowed, gagging slightly. 

Panting, he tugged your hair a bit, slowly dragging you off of him. Gently, he coaxed you back down onto his cock, licking his lips as he fucked your mouth. Spreading his legs wider, his free hand slipped down to squeeze his thigh, focusing on your expression to make sure he didn’t push you too far and to keep himself grounded. Swallowing his mouthful of drool, he hissed as you sucked him tight. 

You braced one hand on his knee as the other cupped his package, squeezing gently. He whimpered softly, his hand picking up speed pulling your hair as he dropped you down lower just to pull you up a bit before pushing down harder. Gasping your name softly, he rocked his hips, meeting your lips as his eyes fluttered shut. 

Moaning as your fingers bit into his knee, he moved his hand to brace against the chair as his hips moved quicker. Panting heavily, he held you still as he bucked into your mouth, muscles tense as he lost himself in the pleasure of your wet mouth. You moaned around his cock, eyes watering and unfocused as you let him fuck your face, drool slipping past your lips. 

Crying out, he stood from the chair, biting his lip harshly as both hands held your head in place, hips bucking and thrusting into your mouth. Gasping, he shuddered as your muffled sounds echoed in his head, pleasure racking him as you sucked around his throbbing cock, your hand still squeezing his heavy package. Whispering under his breath, he whimpered your name over and over, gasping softly. 

You whimpered as your hands braced against his thighs as his rhythm got rougher and sloppier. Head spinning from the wine, you dropped your jaw fully and let him use you. Your mouth tasted saltier as his precum coated your tongue, his face flushed and pinched as he approached his orgasm. 

Trying to focus on his face, you squeezed his thigh as you felt yourself get wetter. His muffled sounds were driving you insane, and you so desperately wanted to tease him. Gagging as he dragged your face to his base, grinding for a moment before pulling you back just to thrust in heavily again. Tears fell from your eyes as you moaned wantonly around him when you had a second to catch your breath. 

With a muffled whine, Jin tossed his head back, “F-Fuck, baby, gonna make me cum- aah! Be a good girl, fuck, s’much, oh god-” His thrusts got rougher before finally pulling out of your mouth, hand keeping your head back as he hissed for you to drag your dress down. 

Hands fumbling with the stretchy neckline, you kept your mouth open and tongue out as he jerked himself off, low groans leaving his clenched shut jaw as he finished on your face and cleavage. You whimpered as his hand nearly pulled your hair out as he squeezed his cock tight, cum covering your tongue, cheeks, hairline, and dripping and running down into your cleavage and bra. 

Once he had emptied his massive load all over you, he gasped for breath as he fell back into his chair, slick skin sticking to the leather. Panting heavily, he slowly loosened his hand before tugging you weakly up to perch in his lap. You pressed against his chest as he held you, your free hand gathering his mess and licking your fingertips clean. 

Jin pouted, huffing as he grabbed your wrist of the hand against his chest and forcibly dragged you closer to him. You whined and wiggled against him, “M’gonna get you all dirty, oppa~” He laughed softly, nuzzling the top of your head and basking in the warmth of your body against his. 

Sighing, he kept you close as he caught his breath, “How do you feel, jagiya? Is your tummy upset? Do you feel sick? Was I too rough? Do you have a headache or anything?” You laughed at all his questions, slapping his chest lightly as you coughed roughly, throat sore and head aching where he had had your hair in a near vice grip. 

For a long moment, he held you tight in his arms, heartbeat relaxing from his intense orgasm. You sat quietly in his lap, breathing softly and calming down as well. A knock interrupted your intimate moment, one of his chefs saying he was leaving the food outside the door in a warming bag. Calling out a quick thank you, Jin readjusted you in his arms, rubbing his cheek in your hair as he sighed heavily. 

Before he could speak, you whined softly, “No~ I’m comfy, I don’t wanna get up.” Smiling softly at your slurred words and drowsy tone, he slipped his arm from around you and helped you stand up slowly. 

Cooing softly, he kissed your forehead, sticking out his tongue at the dried cum on his lips, “We gotta go home, baby. Don’t you want a bath? You’re a little dirty.” You giggled softly, bleary eyes looking up at him while his cum dried on your face, in your hair, and all over your chest. Wincing slightly at the mess, he smiled as he dragged your dress back up to cover your bra before tugging his pants and briefs back up, buckling them and rolling his shoulders. 

Taking your hands again, he kissed your knuckles before leading you slowly to the door. Grabbing one of the face masks he had hanging off a hook, he helped you put it on before tossing his jacket over your shoulders and tugging it closed over your chest. 

Once he was sure you were at least decently covered and hidden, he opened the door and grabbed the food before taking your hand once more and leading you out of the side door. Waving at the employees on their smoke and vape breaks, he kept you under his arm as he led you to the parking lot. 

Once he had you inside and buckled, he tossed the food into the back seat before starting up the car and driving the both of you home. Parking in the garage, he giggled as he saw you tilted to the side, passed out. Shaking his head, he grabbed the food and took it inside to the kitchen before coming back out for you. Gently, he woke you up and helped lead you inside. Stretching tall once you were in the kitchen, you rolled your shoulders before stripping off the mask and Jin’s jacket. 

Grabbing a cold water bottle, your husband stood in front of you, petting your crusty hair, “Here, drink this. Do you want to go to bed, or do you wanna eat?” Slowly, you downed half the water before covering your mouth and hiccuping. Mumbling how you wanted to shower, Jin maneuvered you around the house. 

Stripping your clothes off of you, he made sure the water was the perfect temperature before stripping down and joining you. Groaning at the feel of the water, he helped you wash your hair and body, basking in each others’ presence and not speaking much. You hummed as he massaged your legs, still feeling a bit stiff after being under his desk. 

Washing himself quickly to get rid of the kitchen smell, he turned off the water and grabbed a towel, drying you off carefully. Rubbing the towel over your hair, he gasped softly, “Where’s my little baby? Where did she go?” Giggling, you pushed the towel out of your face to see Jin’s grin, “There she is! I thought I had lost you. What would I do without you?” 

With a heavy sigh, you leaned against him, “You’d be so cold at night.” 

Laughing softly, he dried himself before leading you back to the bedroom, “Yah, I’d lose my wife and my radiator. That would be terrible.” Helping you slip under the blankets, he kissed your forehead before whispering he would be back. Making his way back to the kitchen, he put dinner into proper tupperware containers and grabbed more water. 

Closing the bedroom door softly behind him, he put one of the water bottles on your nightstand before slipping in behind you once his was on his table as well. Bringing himself close to you, he nuzzled into the back of your head and deeply inhaled the scent of your shampoo. 

Gasping softly as you backed into him, he reached down and held your hip in place as you wiggled against him. With a breathless laugh, he shook his head slightly, “You’re insatiable. C’mon, it’s late, jagiya. Let’s get some sleep.” 

Slowly, you turned around in his hold, eyes fluttering as you teetered on the edge of sleep, “Please, oppa~ touch me~” Jin kissed you softly before pulling away, laughing as you leaned in close for another. 

“Yah, I’m not your boyfriend anymore, jagi.” Smiling as you kissed the corner of his lips, just to then miss again and kiss his nose, he giggled, “You’re drunk, let’s just get some sleep.” 

Your whines turned petulant, “But oppa loves it when I call him oppa~” As he pulled his face away, you huffed and kissed his chest before licking and sucking on his nipple. 

Sucking in a sharp breath, his hand came up to rest against the back of your head, “Yeobo, please-” Groaning as you nibbled on him, he couldn’t help but buck his hips, “I don’t want you to- ahh~ to get sick, baby.” 

Moving to the other side of his chest, you gently pushed him onto his back, “I’ll let you know if I don’t feel good, oppa. Besides, I was so excited when I got to suck oppa’s cock in his office, won’t you take me, too?” 

Huffing, he rolled his eyes, rubbing your back softly, “You’ll pass out the second you cum.” Kissing the top of your head, he groaned as you nipped him, “Fuck- I don’t wanna be too rough with you, yeobo. Not while you’re already such a sleepy and wasted baby.”

Pouting, you looked up at him with a determined gaze, “Fine, then I’ll do it myself.” Gasping as you slid off of him, you leaned over to the bottom drawer in your nightstand, fishing out a vibrator. 

Wrapping his arm around your waist, he laughed as he tugged you back, ignoring how you wiggled in his arms. Taking the toy from your hands, he kissed the back of your neck, “You’re naughty. Thinking you can use your toys all by yourself when I’m right here.” 

Turning around in his grip, you reached for your toy, eyes tired but still wearing a huffy expression, “If you don’t wanna hurt me and go to sleep then I’m not stopping you. Now give it back, some of us have needs and didn’t get our dick sucked tonight.” He whined louder than you as he handed it to you, “If you don’t want to touch me then you can just listen as mister rabbit gets me off instead.” 

Pouting his lips, he grabbed you around the waist, “You’ll tell me if you feel sick or anything?” You licked your lips, smiling. Your sweet husband was so easy to predict. Nodding, you let him toss the toy back into your drawer before he tugged you beneath him, gently. 

Kissing you slowly, he eased his tongue into your mouth. Licking your teeth, he tilted your head up higher, pressing himself between your legs as he moaned softly. You lifted your legs up as best you could, muscles wobbling as you laid under him. Lifting them higher, he hooked his arms around you and moved so that your hips were tilted up, heavy cock resting against your cunt. 

Breaking away from you, he watched as you smiled and moaned softly, hands reaching up to cup his cheeks and sigh dreamily. Blushing, he turned his face into one of your palms, kissing you softly. Looking down at you, he felt his heart flutter - your face flushed, your eyes dazed as you looked up at him. 

Licking his lips, he pulled back from your hands to nip one of your fingertips, watching as you squeaked and tugged your hands back to rest on either side of your head. Adjusting your legs tossed over his forearms, he lowered you a bit so that he was pressed against you, stretching his hand to slip just the tip into you. 

He bit his lip, eyes flicking up to watch you carefully as he pressed deeper inside. Even without touching you, you were still so wet and welcoming for him. Moaning softly, he bucked into you, listening as you squealed and arched your back. 

Panting as you wrapped around him, he couldn’t help but smile, “You’re really this wet after blowing me an hour ago, baby?” Your hands sluggishly crept up to his hands that gripped your thick thighs, petting over his crooked digits. 

With a dopey smile and closed eyes, you rested your cheek on the pillow under you, looking perfectly content, “Ahh~ oppa didn’t just let me blow him, oppa fucked my face and used me so good. It was really hot.” He blushed wildly, whimpering at your words. Bucking against you, he moaned as he nearly got lost in the image of using you for his pleasure back in his office. You fit perfectly under his desk, and in the back of his mind, he wondered if he could get you to cockwarm him on days he had to work there.

Leaning down, he scattered kisses all over your face and let your legs rest against his chest with your ankles over his shoulders. “My good girl, you took me so well. Now it’s your turn to feel good, isn’t it?” You nodded excitedly, eyes cracking open so you could place a kiss on his plump lips. 

Settling his weight back onto his knees, he pushed both hands on either side of the pillow before pulling back and slowly sinking into you again. He knew the pace would probably drive the both of you crazy, but he didn’t want to jostle you around. Rolling his hips, his thrusts were gentle and deep, reaching inside you every time. The both of you moaned, eyes locked as you made love. 

Dropping to his forearm, he slid your legs down a bit so you weren’t bent in half. Shoving his face into your neck, he tried to keep himself grounded and calm as you tightened around him unevenly. With a choked groan, he bit you, sinking his teeth into your sweaty skin. 

He couldn’t believe how wet you were. Sure you were wasted and that always got you hot and bothered, and yeah he might’ve lost control in his office - but fuck, he panted against you heatedly, resisting the urge to lean back onto his heels and pound you until you were screaming, your burning cunt squeezing him tightly as you giggled breathlessly next to him. 

In the haze of your mind, you still tried to meet Jin’s thrusts as he made slow love to you, squeezing him as tight as you could when you remembered. His moans and gasps right beside you had you getting wetter and wetter, making you dizzy with desperation. You scratched down his back, hoping it would spur him into being just a bit more energetic, but all he did was shudder and bite you harder. 

Crying out wantonly, you squeezed him tight, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders and panted in his ear, “Fuck, yeobo, please~ please, baby, I need you.” Licking the shell of his ear, you dug your nails into his shoulders, “Fuck me, please, please, I’ll be a good girl, I promise, just please~ fuck me!” 

As he opened his mouth against your neck, he hissed as you bit him first, cutting him off. “You won’t upset my tummy, promise, I just need you to take me, please~” He groaned loudly, mind spinning at what to do. Your hushed words in his ear felt as if it was a devil on his shoulder, telling him to take you roughly, to fuck you until you were crying and passed out. 

Pulling back, he fisted the sheets under his hands as he glared down at you. His gaze was heated, and you couldn’t help but grin smugly, shoulders rolling back and licking your lips, already knowing you had won - again. 

Scoffing, Jin dragged his hands through your hair before letting go and situating himself to sit back on his heels, “You’re a dirty little girl, aren’t you? You want oppa’s cock so bad, jagi, let’s see if you can even take it.” Gritting his teeth, he grabbed blindly at your hips before immediately starting a rough pace, pistoning into you without abandon as he finally got to fuck you how he wanted. 

Watching as your body bounced and listening to how you squealed loudly for him, he could feel himself practically drooling over your rippling body. Reaching back, he smacked your ass, “This is what you were begging for, isn’t it baby? You want oppa to wreck you?” You moaned sharply, crying out ‘yes’ over and over. 

Swallowing thickly, he panted as he rapidly approached his climax, your cunt feeling even more salacious than your throat. Blushing heavily, he felt his chest get hotter, his body tensing as he pounded you hard and fast. Drooling, he moaned wantonly as he watched you unravel around him. 

Whimpering, he snapping his hips to yours as he finished, spilling hot cum inside your tight cunt. You wailed, hands pawing at his as you shivered at the feeling. Panting, you cried out as his hips stilled, his body shaking. However, through dazed eyes, you watched him lean over to your nightstand, hand working fast and pulling out the cordless wand. 

Shaking your head, you pushed at Jin’s chest, whining softly, “No, no no no, oppa please~ I-I just need your- ahh!” You arched your back, screaming as he pressed the wand against your wet clit, the vibration set to medium as he kept you cockwarming him. You writhed under him, legs trembling as you fisted the pillow, “Oppa! Baby- fuck!” 

Crying out, you choked on his name, his hips grinding hard against you, his softening cock still pressed inside you. He groaned, tossing his head back as you squeezed his oversensitive shaft in a vice as he moved the wand in slow tight circles. It didn’t take long for you to devolve from speaking, instead just crying and whimpering, tossing your head to the side and drooling. 

Licking his lips slowly, he tilted his head down to you, feeling as you bucked your hips hard, though his grip was tighter, keeping you from wiggling away. Your body was flushed, skin noticeably darker as you screamed. With a rush, you climaxed hard, hearing him groan and telling you what a good girl you were, how you felt so good cumming on his cock. 

However, his words were mere whispers in your empty head, thighs tensing hard as you cried out hoarsely, squirting over him and spilling down onto the sheets. With a weak voice, you shook your head and whispered his name, “No more- please-” And instantly, the vibe was pulled away from your still squeezing cunt. 

His shoulders shook as you tightened around his soft cock, panting in time with you as he turned off the vibe and tossed it to the foot of the bed. Slowly, his hands moved to massage your thick thighs, working out the tension. He shuddered as he felt some of his cum leak out around him from your soaked cunt. 

Moving his hands down to your knees, he slowly eased your legs downwards, pulling out of you with a sharp moan. Helping you close your aching legs, he let himself fall to the side of you, bouncing on the bed slightly. Swallowing thickly, he looked over at you from where you were panting lightly against the pillow. 

Smiling, he reached out a trembling hand and cupped your cheek, rubbing his crooked fingers over your skin and into your hair, “Aish, is my baby girl okay?” Swallowing thickly, you opened your eyes and looked up at his glowing expression. Whining softly, you grinned and covered your face, blushing. 

Jokingly, he tugged your hands away, scooting closer before yelping at the rather large wet spot that was cooling between the two of you. You flipped to your other side, whimpering louder, ears burning with embarrassment. 

Jin giggled softly, wrapping his arms around you and pressing himself against your back, “Aw, did my sweet baby make a mess? I’m glad you’re staying so hydrated.” He laughed louder as you slapped at him weakly from over your shoulder, laughing along with him. Cuddling close, it wasn’t long before he spoke back up, “You gotta go to the bathroom, baby. We don’t want you to get an infection.”

However, when you didn’t respond, he leaned over you, gasping softly before rolling his eyes and flopping back onto the bed. Shaking his head, he tossed his legs over the side and shook his head, you could fall asleep after an intense orgasm in an almost record amount of time. Sometimes he fell asleep first, but it was almost always you. Though, it was a spot of pride - after all, it was only because he always managed to fuck you good and make you cum hard.

Standing up after a moment, he stretched tall, groaning loudly. Sighing and scratching his belly as he made his way to the en suite, he warmed up a washcloth and walked slowly back over to you, finally feeling the stress of the day weighing down his shoulders. However, the tiredness he was sure was mostly from being with you in his office and just now, he never could hold back with you. 

Spreading your legs, he hushed you softly as he cleaned what he could, biting his lip at the sight of his cum leaking out of you and clinging to your bush. Groaning as you whimpered, legs twitching, he kept himself in check of touching you further. After all, you could still wake up with an upset tummy. 

Tossing the rag into the sink to be handled later, he grabbed a throw blanket from the closet and tossed the sheets down. Making sure the blanket was over your wet spot, he brought the sheets back up over you. Tucking it in under your hands and face where you were curled up, he went back to your side and slipped in again. 

Turning the light off, he scooted until he was pressed flush against your back, cuddling you close. Giggling at the soft material of the blanket under his thighs, he took a deep breath before sighing and relaxing into the mattress. Kissing you across the neck and shoulders, he finally felt himself fall asleep. 

[thetruearchmagos]

Dignified Discussion

Bardish Undergound Parliamentary Boxing, In Brief.

Thank you @lividdreamz for giving me a reason to turn this little blurb into something more substantial! It's objectively one of my more... outlandish, Worldbuilding points, and always one I've been unsure about making canon, but if I were to, this would be what it looks like.

Tagging @athenswrites @theprissythumbelina @hessdalen-globe @caxycreations @thatndginger @avrablake @username-cause-i-need-one @nerdexer

The Practice

Bardish Underground Parliamentary Boxing is a political phenomenon historically practiced by elected members of the Parliament of the Republic of Bardin. Tracing its roots to the very dawn of Bardish democracy and nationhood, its modern form bears little resemblance to how it began.

The practice manifests primarily in single combat between Members of similar stature and standing in the House. The combatants wear their usual Parliamentary attire, and fight bare knuckle without any form of weaponry. Such engagements traditionally take place within any of the myriad spare rooms and empty spaces of Parliaments chambers, and are solely witnessed by other elected members of the House as witnesses and supporters of either side.

The History

The motivations behind the duels themselves has evolved remarkably over the Republic's history, as has their intensity.

The lands now united and named 'Bardin' are no stranger to political violence, and much blood was shed by even its most democratic minded actors in their attempt to bring it all together. Sharp political divisions marked every facet of government in the nation's earliest years, despite the best efforts of its democratic framework to keep it civil. Outbursts of violence between elected representatives of historically aggrieved regions were not uncommon, and in such an inflamed public environment could spill outwards into the streets and country.

The institution of formalised, highly confidential 'duelling', was thus created in an attempt to ensure that whatever hostilities existed between representatives were settled between closed doors. This decision was made in the aftermath of the most publicly dramatic incident of elected violence yet seen, when a large brawl broke out in the aisles and seats of Parliament's own chambers. Discretion, it was decided, would spare everyone a great deal of embarassment.

The general trend in Parliamentary Boxing from then to the present day has reflected the increasing 'normalisation' of the Republic's internal politics and society. Disputes over appointments within the Government of the day and over specific legislation were and remain major 'motivators' for hostile parties to request a few minutes in a windowless room, but it is now generally accepted that the outcome of their 'spirited debate' should have no impact on the actual business of government. Thus, they are usually scheduled to occur after the decision in question has already been resolved.

The Films

As the underlying aggression behind Bardish politics has waned, Boxing has increasingly taken on the role of political spectacle. Bouts taking place in accordance with the above traditions but for no further reason than the entertainment or exercise of the sparring parties would grow to outnumber those fueled by genuine grievances, and have become an unofficial spectator sport amongst the Republic's elected members, complete with judges and commentators narrating the duels.

Of course, the existence of the practice would not remain secret for too long, but by the time the rumours had been elevated from 'conspirational slander' to 'commonly accepted truth', Bardish society at large would quietly accept its occurrence. This subtle, mutually unspoken existence would be blown out of the water, with the invention of the motion film.

Soon after that innovation was brought to light, Bardish Members would for reasons lost to history request for their exploits to be recorded for posterity. At some point not long after, one Member, having witnessed a rival's defeat in a bout, would leak a copy of the film to a famously sensationalist agency of the Press, who duly publicised the affair in hopes of raising a scandal which would discredit the losing boxer.

That, would not be the case.

With how widespread the myth of 'Undergound Boxing' within Parliament had become, few were particularly shocked by the revelation, though much humour was found in the manner of its release. Both parties involved in tape, having moved on from their grievances, would step forwards to issue a joint statement which reflected their amity and mutual respect. While the identity of the 'Leak' would never be discovered, the press agency in question would be publicly ridiculed for its continued attempts to take advantage of the tape, and eventual close down for good.

With this sudden and entirely unexpected reveal of boxers in the halls of Parliament, the practice would evolve once again. The majority of bouts, wisely, still take place behind closed doors, and their results remain private. Public bouts for all to see, however, have been invented as a form of informal ceremony between Members, often used to commemorate the retirement of close colleagues from public service. Across the rest of the United Commonwealth, the practice has yet to catch on, except for where Bardish representatives to the Parliament of the UC choose to engage in it. It is seen as a strange, novel oddity of the Bardish people, and one many Bardish take great pride in.

[justanoasisimagines]

Tangled

Summary; When Jeremiah sends Troy to help you with the Broke Jaw christmas window competition, neither of you could have expected the results. Pairing; Troy Otto x Female Reader WordCount; 1,563 Trope used; Small Town/Events A/N; Hey my lovelies, week 2 of the 7 weeks of Hallmark fics. Am I overly happy with this, no, because I feel like I could have done this better, but I still wanted to post it for you guys. Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!

Broke Jaw was a small town in the middle of nowhere. Full of old traditions, a strong heart of community. In a place where everyone knew everyone, there was never a quiet moment.

Christmas arguably held the most traditions. There were Christmas parties and markets, but nothing was bigger than the Broke Jaw Christmas Street Event.

Every year, businesses compete to create the best Christmas display. They were becoming bigger and more extravagant. Everyone aimed to outdo their competition. It created the most magical displays, almost as if you had wandered into Winter Wonderland or a magical Christmas paradise in which you're wildest dreams come true.

You owned the bookstore in the middle of the street. It was warm and homely, welcoming avid readers back and enticing new readers to begin their journey into discovering the power of reading. Your bookstore was your pride and joy.

You put months of planning into your Christmas display. Always attempting to outdo yourself from the previous. This year would be no other. You truly believed this would be the year That you would win the converted snow globe trophy.

"Hey Darlin', you look busy here." Mayor Jeremiah Otto, popped his head through the door, two fresh cups of hot chocolate in hand. He wandered in passing you a cup, eyes flickering around the room. A look you'd seen too many times before.

"What's Troy doin' now?" Jeremiah moved to sleep into the old brown leather armchair that sat in the left corner, with a large sigh, he rested his back.

"Is it really that obvious? Shit, I used to be better at hiding my emotions as far as he's concerned" Jeremiah took a sip of his hot chocolate. "It's nothing new, hell I shouldn't even be surprised. Getting into fights starts trouble with anyone he walks past. I could shove him in an empty room and he'd cause chaos."

"I'm sorry to hear that, if there's anything that I can do all you have to do is ask."

"That's funny you should say that Sweetheart. Jake reckons if Troy were to have some direction, something to focus perhaps he wouldn't go around starting trouble." You leaned against the closest table, looking at Jeremiah suspiciously.

"And where would I come in?"

"Sweetheart you're good, you've never been in any kind of trouble a day in your life. Make mistakes sure, but that's all about growing. If he could just help you out this year. Keep him occupied. He can help ya with your display. All I'm asking from you is to keep him busy, to put him to work."

"How are you going to get him to agree to this? He's an adult, Jeremiah." Jeremiah raised from the chair rubbing a hand over his head. "You leave that to me."

Two days later, you were working on your front display, kneeling on the ledge, Christmas music playing in the background. Quietly you wove the fairy lights around the highest point of the window. You leaned up high onto your tippy toes to reach the highest point.

"You need any help there?" You nearly lost your balance at the sound of Troy's voice. He'd always had a knack for the worst timing imaginable. Regardless, Jeremiah had asked you to keep him out of trouble and that's what you intended to do. You nodded as you moved out of his way.

Troy fixed the lights around the highest point of the window, before stepping down with a smug look on his face as if he'd accomplished something you couldn't.

Troy was someone you'd never been to understand. He was reckless and a law onto himself, he could cause fights out of thin air and often experienced the thrill of a physical altercation. You'd seen him bloody and beaten up too many times. As a result people often underestimated him. They didn't see how intelligent Troy was, how he could build something out of nothing. Never cared to admit or recognize when Troy did well. When he'd been able to go a stretch without finding himself in trouble.

The two of you stood in silence for a long pause not being too familiar with each other. Aware of each other, yet never have an opportunity or an excuse to talk. "My Dad said you needed my help. I know he's shoving me off into the corner trying to get me out of trouble." Troy glanced down only for a brief moment, before looking back at you. The mischief held behind his gaze almost as if Troy was battling it to hide beneath the surface.

"Well, I could always use the extra pair of hands if you don't mind helping me." Troy gave a rare smile, Normally, the others would palm him off, and send him to work without more than some instructions, but you appeared to want his company. You'd also given him a choice to turn around and walk away.

"Sure I'll help you."

The two of you began to work together, both teetering around the edges at first, not knowing how to react, learning about each other. Troy brought new ideas and creative ways to bring your ideas to life. Troy was more than what they said he was. Troy could be helpful and kind when he was given the right kind of encouragement.

One day you were returning to your bookstore after picking up some lunch from the diner. Between dealing with customers and helping Troy with the arrangement, you'd been rushed off your feet all morning. You had never expected to find Troy with a bloody nose. "It's not as bad as it looks." Hastily, you placed the bags on the side as you rushed over to Troy, pulling some tissues out of your pocket. "I've been gone less than an hour. What happened?" Troy resisted the urge to pull away when you gently placed the tissue on his nose. "I've got a face people love to punch that's all." Your face fell, the joke had fallen flat. "Come on don't you think it adds to my rugged charm,"

"What happened?" Troy could see the concerned frown as you attempted to clean the blood off of his face. "Doesn't matter. You wouldn't believe me even if I told you." Moving to put the bloddied tissue in the bin, you turned to face him.

"Why don't you let me be the judge of that?"

"Old man Clayton's son, Travis. He keeps causing trouble at my Dad's bar. Last week, I was workin' a shift when I chucked him out-presumed he was too drunk to remember…apparently not. Guess it was better late than never to get revenge."You sighed, you did believe Troy. After all, what reason did he have to lie to you? Perhaps, what the town speculated about him wasn't always true.

"Come let's take a break and have lunch, then we can get back to work."

It's weird how things change sometimes. Troy surprised you in every which way. He could be kind and level-headed. He was polite and personable when he interacted with customers on the day you were busy. You'd begun to look forward to opening the shop each morning, knowing you'd get to spend time with Troy. You wouldn't hide how much you were enjoying this year's preparations. Usually, it was difficult work, but Troy made it easier.

One day Troy began to act suspiciously, refusing to allow you into your favorite corner of the bookstore. He refused to give anything away. Any time you attempted to sneak a peak, it was like he'd already predicted your next move.

The day before the judging, Troy met you outside of the bookstore, rubbing his hands together, fighting off the winter chill. Without saying so much as a word, Troy wrapped a red scarf around your eyes, as he led you into the bookstore. The two of you stumbled around the bookstore, as Troy led you. It should have been easy maneuvering around a building you navigated every day. Yet it was new putting your full trust in Troy.

"Ready..one…two..three…now look" Pulling back the red scarf, it was revealed the coziest Christmas-themed fireplace. It appeared to be something out of a Christmas novel. Beautiful yet understated it was everything you could have dreamed and hoped for.

"It's beautiful." Troy was proud. He finally felt as if he had done something right. For someone who increasingly mattered to him. The size of your smile alone had made it worth the extra hours of work.

Yet as you stood admiring Troy's work, Troy tapped your shoulder pointing directly above the two of you., both of you unsure. Troy found his chance and decided to make his move. He'd been thinking about it since the day he walked into your bookstore. You'd looked so beautiful, yet so relaxed. You'd given him time. You'd chosen to understand him when rarely anyone bothered. The kiss was chaste and hurried. Troy feared you would pull away from him. He didn't know what would what would happen next, but he'd like to hope his life tangled with yours some more.

[anonymousfoz]

December 6, 2023

Two men walked through the graveyard near the facility. It was recovering from the outburst. The first man was tall. He wore a special military uniform. His hat and yellow goggles were off on the table. Over his grey uniform sat a bulletproof vest, and the phrase "S.C.P." was on his uniform on his left arm, and a revolver hoisted around his waist. The other man was a little smaller, in a nice newly bought red and green tux and wearing a Christmas hat.

The two men stopped, and the olden man took off his hat before placing it near his chest. The second man stopped to look down. He was confused by the unnatural behavior before it dawned. These were soldiers killed in the Mariah attack.

"Which-"

"Tobias Thomas Turkey, 15." The olden man started. "He had so much left in his life yet decided to sacrifice himself to save others. Thomas was a quiet lad with a curious mind. He wanted to fix things and learn how they worked. Always came in with a wholesome mood and seemed to shed light on others. His smart wits and incredible technology prowess saved more lives than lost. May he rest in peace among the stars as we were truly an angel among us mortals."

"And the second one?"

"Salem G. Hallows Eve, 21, Salem showed her courage even till her death. To protect others was her duty. A sister to most, but a role model to all. Through thick and thin, she was always there for anyone who needed help. She showed she was willing to give it all up to save the rest. She wasn't with us as long as Thomas was, but her impact was almost as great. She came from the military and quickly found a home with the rest of us. To never hear her again is something worse than death. For in my late 40s, I have never found another soul with such wisdom and rage. May she rest among the stars and the deep vacuum of space. Hopefully, the two remain with each other, watching over each other and the lives of everyone they saved."

"So, just kids." The older man went quiet before he responded minutes later.

"Brave, innocent people, you helped to kill for a dumb parade."

"Mister Jackson, we don't have to start doing the blame game. Besides businesses is a market that kills, their family has gotten money for our simple mistake." The older man scoffed, causing the businessman sweat. "Machine accidents do happen."

"You people make me sick. You always think money solves issues. Money doesn't take back the lives lost."

"What does?" The older man smiled before pulling out his revolver and shooting the business man in his leg. The businessman fell hugging his leg while screaming swears. The somber man walked him to the businessman with a smile.

"I would kill you…" he smiled at the pain of the other. "But that would be too easy. Making you feel the pain and fear they went through is much more satisfying. To see the life flash in your eyes. Money doesn't fix that."

"You're a psychopath!" And with that, the older man turned around to take a drink in honor of his fallen comrades before walking off, leaving the businessman to bleed. All that was left for him was to get drunk until he could no longer feel the empty hole that was left from the loss of the most important people of his life.

As for the business man, Mister Jackson was right about one thing. The two remained together, not as angels or souls among stars…. but rather guardians. The businessman couldn't believe his eyes. It was as if two holidays were above him. He figured that Tobias' was Thanksgiving as the giant pilgrim dressed Turkey stood overhead. On the other hand, Salem was a large black cat with witch like features. A cat witch was a clever idea for marketing. Damn his mind for his logic of thinking, but it didn't matter now. The business man begged for his life, but the two animals remained silent. Eventually, the cat was the first to talk with a familiar voice… a haunting one nevertheless.

"What to do with you? So many ideas come to mind, but only one is set in stone. If you get my drift Tobias"

"Surprisingly, for once I do. For only one as selfish as yourself deserves a fate more cold than Christmas snow." The turkey stopped as the cat began to cackle in the irony as the three remained outside in snow. "Irony aside, the only thing left of you shall be iron." The businessman looked down at his hands as they began to stiffen, and a sliver substance began to coat him.

"You shall be a perfect example of what happens to those who try to mess with the natural order of time." The businessman began to move before his legs were solid stone, and only then he began to apologize, but it was already too late. He was nothing but stone. The cat let out loud laughter, which seemed to disturb the turkey. "Oh, come on, Tobias, let me have some morbid fun. After all, it fits me perfectly."

"Oh sure, and I suppose feathers fit me pretty well. I didn't ask for my last name to be Turkey." The two walked away, leaving no trace of them. They had a new purpose in their extended life, and a trip to the North Poll was soon on their way to meet with the man himself, Santa Claus.

[koumeowkami]

🪐 no celestial ; kanallen

— chapter four

"Kanata was a poor little angel that heaven couldn't help. He'd always been a tough one, not trusting anyone but his little brother Nayuta, the only person that ever made him feel love. Growing up by themselves, he did everything in his power to protect his sick brother, things that dirtied his holy hands. "It's for a good cause though", he thought. But it wasn't enough, and Nayuta died soon after.

Kanata's soul was completely spent. He became unable to feel love, and adding to his dirty dealings that soon were found out, he got cast out of heaven. Fallen on Earth with his wings blackened, he felt so lost and empty he thought he could've just died.

But a random encounter with a very annoying, persistent, stupid redhead human boy would've made him discover love again."

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genre: supernatural, hurt/comfort, angst

warnings: none

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"...And who the fuck are these people now?"

Kanata's head was spinning. Having to deal with that Suzaku bastard was already plenty enough, he definitely didn't need other nosy people to bother the fuck out of him. He wondered if all humans were like that, unable to mind their own business; at least now he knew why he hated them so much.

"Yeah, um..." the guy stuttered again, probably because Kanata was looking at him as if he was ready to kill, "they're my roommates. I didn't know they were there either, to be honest..."

"I'm sorry, Allen! We were worried about you..." the pink-haired one spoke, joining their hands together, "It looked like you constantly had something on your mind and it was annoying to see" the mushroom-head continued, eyeing Kanata weirdly. He didn't know why and it was getting on his nerves.

"So... do you want to take this stray kitten home? Honestly, I don't want him to get my house dirty."

So he was of those filthy rich guys, huh.

Although he was used to being treated like that, it had always made Kanata's blood boil. Those people represented everything he hated the most: they ruined his and Nayuta's life, never helped them when they needed it despite having all the means to do that; they just watched the twins suffer and pretended they didn't exist. Of fucking course everyone would've been like that on Earth, too. He didn't even know why he was expecting something to begin with.

"Are you pickin' a fight with me!?" he snarled. If that guy thought Kanata was scared of him, he was so damn wrong. He started inching towards him.

"Oh, do you maybe prefer being called a rat?" Mushroom-head provoked him, "Sorry, but I don't take part in such vulgarities. You better do that with people of your kind". He smiled. God, he really wanted to beat the shit out of him.

"HAH!?"

"Hajun, stop being an asshole, will you?" Pink Hair intervened, then turned to Suzaku, "Allen, did you guys meet here?"

"Uh... yeah, a week ago" he scratched the back of his neck, "he has no other place to go, so I was trying to help him. I can feel he's not a bad guy... so guys, please."

The redhead looked at his friends with big puppy eyes, begging them. Kanata couldn't stand that look. He just hated being pitied like that, but something deep inside of him didn't want to stop him anymore. He could've done anything to drive that annoying little bastard away. He could've shown his black wings, could've proven he was an angel in order to scare him, but would've that been enough? Fighting again and again would probably only be a waste of time and energy. But was it really the only reason he was about to admit defeat? Kanata honestly didn't know anymore; his thoughts just turned into a mess whenever he was around that kid. The flames of his soul were desperately trying to burn the ice around Kanata's heart.

"...Are you gonna stop botherin' me if I agree to this?" he started, making Suzaku turn around, "Will you finally leave me alone? I'm so sick of you stickin' to me like that."

"Sure! I told you, the apartment is big" he smiled, "you won't be bothered. We'll make one step at a time."

"Stop actin' like we're gonna become besties or somethin' like that, it makes me gag" Kanata looked away. He feared that if the redhead kept shining just a bit more, he would've turned him into dust. So annoying.

"It seems we agree on something, at least" Mushroom-head spoke again. "If Allen is so desperate about taking the stray kitten home, then I guess I can't say no?" he huffed, "However, I can kick him out whenever I want to if he messes up. It's still my house, after all."

"Come on, Hajun... he doesn't look like the kind of guy who causes problems" Pink Hair said, turning their gaze on Kanata, "Allen is naive, but not enough to let weird people into his own house!"

"Hey, stop treating me like a kid!" Suzaku pouted, again. He looked so damn punchable. "Then that settles it! Thank you guys, I love you!" he hugged the other two so strongly they were gasping for air, then went towards Kanata.

"Don't even think of huggin' me! Who do you think you are!?" Kanata was panicking. He hadn't been close to another being in ages and got so unused to it he didn't know how he was supposed to take it anymore. Fine by him, human interactions never really mattered to him as long as they weren't with his brother, but this somehow got him more nervous than it should have.

"Ah, sorry... I promised not to bother you, didn't I?" the redhead smiled shyly, "I'm pretty sure someday I'll be able to hug you, though!"

"Yeah yeah, sure. Your friends are leavin' us behind, by the way." he pointed towards the park's entrance and started running in that same direction. He could hear a muffled "Oi, wait for me! " from behind him but he didn't look back.

Why the fuck was he even blushing for?

— ☾ —

Kanata couldn't believe his eyes. That apartment was huge, in a massive skyscraper. He had never seen something like that before, being used to the small ruined buildings of the slums back in the Celestial Kingdom; many people there, including the twins, didn't even have a home in the first place. He had missed that warmth.

"If only Nayuta could feel this, too..." he thought. He felt horrible knowing he couldn't share it with his brother, guilty that he had originally planned to rot somewhere in the streets to reach him, since he had nothing to lose anymore. He was still alone, after all; living in the same space of those humans didn't mean anything to him.

"I'm sorry, Nayuta..." he muttered, his voice so quiet no one even heard him. Then, a huge smile in front of him pulled him out of his thoughts.

"We're finally here! Make yourself at home, yeah?"

Mushroom-head interrupted him, "Before making himself at home, I'd like him to take a shower. He stinks" he said while walking to what seemed to be the kitchen, "I'll make dinner in the meantime."

"I don't have other clothes, though..." Kanata said in a small voice. He didn't like how things were turning, as he already knew that the answer would've been -

"Oh, no worries about it! Allen is gonna lend you some!" Pink Hair cheerfully replied with a smile.

"Why me!?"

"Why him!?"

The redhead and Kanata screamed at the same time, the former astounded and the latter clearly pissed. Yeah, things were definitely turning worse than he expected.

"You dummy, Hajun's clothes would be too big on him so you're the only option left." they turned to Suzaku, then glanced at the poor boy, "That is, if he doesn't want to wear some frilly dresses~? He'd be so cute in them, like a little doll-"

"No fucking way!" Kanata was so embarrassed he thought his cheeks were about to explode from how much they were hot. Why the fuck did they enjoy playing with him so much?

"Then it's decided! The bathroom is over there" Pink Hair pointed to a door in the corridor, "See you later~" they said before disappearing in their room.

Suzaku then turned to Kanata, a bit embarrassed himself, "Well, then... I'm gonna bring you some clothes later" he smiled softly. He was blushing a tiny bit, Kanata noticed it immediately. He suddenly got that weird feeling in his chest, the same one he had after meeting the redhead for the first time. And once again, he did his best to ignore it.

"Yeah, um... thanks" he said looking at the floor, "By the way, if you even dare to peep in while I'm showerin', I'll kill you" he went back to his intimidating gaze.

"Whoa, uh... believe me I won't!" the redhead gulped before dashing towards his room. Kanata didn't know if it was because he successfully got scared or he was simply embarrassed. Maybe both.

— ☾ —

"Hey, you don't look bad dressed like that!"

Kanata appeared in the kitchen wearing some black sweatpants and a grey hoodie. Those would look just right on Suzaku, but that bastard was at least 15 centimeters taller than him; this resulted into him looking tiny as hell and he hated it.

"Yeah, you look cute! I mean, my clothes still look a bit big on you but-"

"Stop lookin' at me! I ain't cute at all!" he screeched, stomping towards the nearest chair and sitting. That was the reason why he hated being small. He definitely was not cute, and he felt like dying even more when the redhead said it. For the second fucking time, even.

"Exactly. Now can you all sit, please? Let's have dinner before it gets cold." Mushroom-head sat at the table, showing some food Kanata had never seen before. Not that he used to eat a lot when he was in Heaven, but he had no idea how human food was supposed to taste or look like.

"...The hell is this?" he questioned, while he let the food sit on his tongue, "Never seen this kinda stuff before."

"Please don't talk while you're eating, it's gross" the other guy sighed, "It's samgyeopsal, a Korean dish. I'm Korean, so I cook these traditional dishes often."

"Oh, I just realized I didn't introduce you guys to each other!" the redhead suddenly raised his head from the plate, "Kanata, these are Hajun and Anne", he pointed first towards Mushroom-head, then towards Pink Hair.

Kanata didn't reply. He could care less about their names. Hell, he didn't even bother to call Suzaku by his actual name. They weren't close and surely will never be, so that didn't matter, right?

"Well, Kanata doesn't seem to be the talkative type, does he?" Anne looked at him a little concerned, "He must be really tired. Honestly, I can't wait to go to sleep, too~"

"Yeah, we should hurry up. I'm also kinda sleepy..." Suzaku yawned, rubbing his eyes.

"Uh... where am I supposed to sleep, anyway?" Kanata intervened, at this point craving to be finally left alone and have some time for himself.

The redhead nervously laughed, "Ah... well, about that..."

"You told me I got to have personal space! Do you call sharing a room «to have personal space»!?"

Kanata wasn't mad. He was absolutely fuming, mentally regretting ever saying yes to that dumbass. This was probably one of the most disastrous things that could've happened to him: he already couldn't manage to sleep alone anymore, but having a stranger in the same bed as him sounded even worse. He couldn't believe how the redhead had accepted this thing right away, as if it were normal; he really was way too naive and it irritated him so damn much.

"I'm sorry, okay! I worded it a bit wrong." Suzaku took a step back from him, who looked like he was gonna jump on him at any second. "The apartment is big and you can go wander anywhere you want to, but we only have three bedrooms! And I'm definitely not letting you sleep on the couch." he concluded, looking dead serious for once.

Honestly, Kanata didn't mind sleeping anywhere, as long as he had at least a roof on top of his head. But he got to the conclusion that arguing about this wouldn't have led nowhere, since that guy didn't seem to budge.

"So here's what we're gonna do! I got my sleeping bag here" he proudly showed that weird puffy bag to Kanata, "I'm gonna sleep on the floor with this, while you can use my bed. Sounds good?"

He really couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was he really that determined to stay in his room and still give him some space? To a random kid met in the park, who could've seemed suspicious in any possible way?

What the hell was wrong with this dude.

"Alright..." that was all he could say, a bit taken aback but mostly too tired to think about anything else to say. So he swiftly got on the soft bed covered in red sheets and turned on the opposite side, facing the door. He heard a faint "Good night" but didn't reply. The room fell silent.

He knew he wouldn't have slept as always, but at least he finally got to close his eyes for a while. There was the tiniest bit of comfort in that.

And then, it came back.

The image of his dear brother passing away with a smile on his face, cursing him forever, making him remember that the only thing he ever loved in this shitty world disappeared. The voices would tell him it was his fault. It was his fault he wasn't a good boy and their mommy didn't love them. It was his fault he wasn't a good brother, who couldn't even protect his precious little treasure. It was his fault he was left alone and deserved it.

He didn't even realize he ended up crying in his sleep, calling Nayuta's name.

"Nayuta... miss you..."

Allen was almost falling asleep when he heard some sniffling from over the bed. Slowly and cautiously, he got up and got closer to Kanata, who was talking in his sleep. He couldn't quite register what he was saying, though.

"He must be having a nightmare..." he thought, noticing the kid was shivering while slightly holding out his hand, as if he was trying to reach out to someone. Before he could even process what he wanted to do, he took his hand, but luckily Kanata didn't wake up. Instead, he gradually stopped crying, until he turned into quiet snores.

Allen smiled, hidden by the darkness of his room. He slightly got up from the bed, but the boy's grip on his hand was so strong he just couldn't go anywhere without waking him up. So he just stayed there, laying down a bit far from Kanata not to bother him.

"How am I gonna explain this to him tomorrow?" he asked himself, falling asleep.

[the-chosen-fanfiction]

Simon Peter | After The Rooster's Crow | Platonic

Dialogue prompt: "He knew this would happen. And you know Him."

Requested: Yes

After witnessing Simon Peter’s immense guilt upon finding him in blind panic on the outskirts of Jerusalem, you hear him out before hitting him with some truths.

Had someone approached you a week ago to say that Jesus would die on a cross and rise again on the third day, you’d have laughed them right in the face. But you know better, first blind by ignorance and now comprehending what Jesus had been talking about at last, filled with gratitude and awe to find Him appearing to many, including yourself. The days after Jesus’ resurrection feel like you’re floating on air. The Son of Man has fulfilled the prophecies and has proven to be the Christ through a means you had never even considered. God’s plan had been more brilliant than anyone could ever have imagined.

Although Thomas had doubted it at first, now that everyone was back together, things were better than they were. Of course, the empty spot of Judas lingers no matter who replaces him, but none of you think back on it much longer. None of that matters now that He is here again, with you and the other followers, alive in a body that shows the scars where He had been crucified. 

Who can blame you for feeling so delighted? Everyone seems eager to spread the Good News to the ends of the Earth, but Jesus keeps you all at bay for a little while longer. 

Things seem to make so much more sense now, as if the world appears to be more colourful. In the presence of Jesus, everything seems to be so much more beautiful, as if He causes everyone to see with another, new set of eyes. 

It is more than noticeable when someone acts differently than the others, especially when it comes to the current joy lingering in the air. Simon Peter has withdrawn himself from a dinner party hosted by Matthew and is currently fiddling with a loose rope he found laying in the dirt, hoping to find some kind of grip where he has lost it throughout the last week. He has slipped away silently and as of now, no one has come to look for him yet, and he takes the moment of silence to reflect on everything that has been going on.

You notice his absence first – although you’re certain that Jesus must have noticed it, too – and lean towards Andrew who is busy munching on a mouthful of fish, his plate still laden with all kinds of foods. “Hey, Andrew,” you pipe up, “Have you seen your brother?” 

The curly-haired fisherman pries something from between his teeth with the tip of his tongue and swallows away his bite of food whilst letting his gaze go through the crowd of people, who are all contently enjoying dinner. He shrugs before looking back at you. “No clue.” he quips, “Perhaps he had to relieve himself?” 

You shake your head and press your lips together into a tight line. “He’s been gone for too long for it to be that.”

“Perhaps he needed some alone-time with Eden?” The humour in Andrew’s tone makes your lips curl upwards, but you nod towards his sister-in-law, who is currently helping herself to a second serving of soup.

After following your gaze, Andrew frowns. “Oh. Then… I’m not so sure. I can go take a look.”

You put a hand on his shoulder and squeeze it gently. “No need, I’ll go. I’m already done eating, anyways, and it would be a waste for your chicken to turn cold.” Andrew lets his gaze go to his full plate and hums. 

“Ah, thank you, (Y/n).”

“Of course.” you say, standing up to excuse yourself from the table, a few pairs of concerned eyes aimed at you, but you ignore them.

The streets of Capernaum are silent at this time of day, blazing torches setting the streets in some light as you head in a random direction whilst calling Simon’s name. 

“Simon?” you query through the empty streets, making your way over the muddy roads, where several people have hidden themselves behind their curtains, candlelight streaming from the windows. Somewhere in the distance, a baby is crying its lungs out, their howling answered by the whining of a dog responding to the shrill noise.

You call for your friend a few times before heading back to his house and walking in the other direction, hoping to find him there instead. 

After shouting a few more times, you are nearly inclined to return and hope that Simon has come back in the time you were away, but the sound of your own name immediately has you move forward again. 

You find Simon Peter sitting on a barrel, looking out over the Sea of Galilee that glitters in the distance. “There you are,” you breathe in relief, but your smile falls as soon as you see vertical streaks on his face from where his tears had slid down his cheeks, and you swallow thickly. “Are you alright?”

Simon’s jaw tenses and he inhales sharply through his nose, tying and untying a knot in the rope that burns the skin off his hands. He shakes his head slowly, a bitter grimace spreading over his features. “I’ve failed Him.” he utters, “He is well in His right to never spend time with me again. When it came down to it, I disappointed Him and God the Father by saying that I had no idea what these people were talking about, and—”

“Wait, pause for one second,” you interrupt him before hopping onto another empty barrel, getting a bit comfortable, “I will need some context first. What could possibly have happened that has you down in the dumps this much? Jesus has just come back from the dead, what makes you think that He would never want to spend time with you ag—”

“Because I told them that I do not know Him, okay?!” Simon frustratedly exclaims. “After Jesus was arrested, I… I was angry, right?! I was livid! I tried to fight back, but He told me to put my sword away. He even healed the ear of these Romans that I cut off. Mind you, I did that to defend ourselves!” 

Your throat runs dry at the mention of that night – you had not been present in the garden when it happened, but the news had spread like wildfire that Jesus had been arrested – and you lean a bit closer to your friend, still unsure what he is getting at. 

When you don’t reply, Simon elaborates further. “A-And He just let them take Him away. What do you think I did? Fight back again? Follow Him? No, I ran! I was so afraid that everything would have been for nothing! I was so angry. I… I went to find Him later, tailed them from a safe distance.” He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, fighting against the tears. “Three times, (Y/n). I was asked three times if I belonged to Jesus. When people claimed they knew that I was with Him, I… I straight up denied it! I lied and said that I had never met Him in my life! Thrice! Just as Jesus said, and the rooster crowed, and He looked at me, straight into my soul. Oh, (Y/n), I feel so guilty! How could I?”

With a hitching breath, you put a hand on the shoulder of your friend, trying to comfort him in his distress. The fisherman hides his face in his hands, not daring to look at you. “Now, He is back. He is alive, and well, and perfect, and I know that He is God! I… How… I know I should be delighted to have Him here, that He is everything that has been foretold in the prophecies of Isaiah, and Micah, and Hosea, and-and-and that everything is unfolding right in front of us, that we are living through historical times when it comes to Scriptures, but… I feel so… Guilty! I can barely live with myself knowing that I had the audacity to even mutter that I didn’t know Him!”

You thickly swallow, slowly shaking your head. “Simon,” you calmly state, “Take a deep breath. "He knew this would happen. And you know Him. Have you learnt nothing from Him? Did you forget what He taught us about forgiveness?”

Simon whimpers. “But (Y/n)! Jesus was talking about us people forgiving one another. He Himself is God, that’s different!”

“How do you know?” you quip, “You and I both know Jesus, and we both know that He will forgive you for this. Have you talked to Him about it?”

Groaning in frustration, Simon throws back his head. “No!” he cries out, “How can I possibly even look at Him, (Y/n)?! You think it’s so easy, but it’s not!”

You huff. “If you are not going to talk to Jesus about it, that is up to yourself, but then you should also stop wallowing in your own misery.”

“I am not wallowing in my own misery!”

“Stop feeling sorry for yourself and return to the party, then.”

Simon lets out a humourless laugh and a pregnant silence befalls you two. Staring out over the water, you swallow thickly. “Perhaps it is just that easy, you know.” you mutter, “Just talk to Him about it. Maybe Jesus will even bring it up Himself. He will restore you, truly.”

He does not protest it this time around. Simon narrows his eyes, wondering what he should say. 

“No excuses.” you add when he does not reply. “Talk to Him. Don’t be afraid to do so. Jesus has never turned away from you and will not do so now, either.”

Simon tosses the piece of rope onto the ground and sighs deeply, mulling over your words. “What if He rejects me?”

“He will not.”

“But what if–”

“He will not.” you repeat, firmer this time, and you give Simon such a strict glare that it shuts him right up.

You are the first to speak up again. “You know what we should do,” you pipe up, “We should go out on the water to see if we can catch anything. Just go fishing like the old days, it will give you some time to sort out your thoughts. The wind is nice and the water is calm enough.”

Simon’s first instinct is to challenge this proposal, but when he lets his eyes go to the water, something tugs at his heart. Perhaps it would indeed be nice to go out on the water again, just for the sake of figuring things out, to clear his head.

“Fine.” he says, and the two of you get off the barrels you had been sitting on before heading out for the shore, but footsteps behind you halt you in your tracks instead. 

“You two, got room for a few more people?” John the Beloved inquires, approaching alongside a few other followers. 

You look at Simon, who shrugs and then nods. “Sure thing,” he says, “Come on. Please bring your own nets.”

Nathanael catches up to you as the bunch of you head towards the vessel that is positioned on the shore of the Sea of Galilee. “What’s gotten into him?”

You quirk a smile and look at your friend from the corner of your eye, knowing that Nathanael’s curiosity has never changed over the years that you’ve known him for, and sigh deeply as you look at the back of Simon Peter’s head, who is walking in front of you. 

“Something between him and Jesus,” you say, “Things will work out well, don’t you worry.” 

Whilst you push the boat into the water with the assistance of Big James and Simon, it feels almost nostalgic to stand here again, staring into the starry night. 

For a moment, you watch Simon as he gathers his nets into one of the corners of the boat, obviously sunken away in thought, and you can’t help but smile a bit. 

Things will be alright between Jesus and him, you have no doubt about it.

The group heads out on the water, and with your eyes focused upon the horizon, you enjoy the salt in the air and the rush of the waves rippling against the sides of the wood. 

Regardless if you catch anything, it feels like one of these nights preceding the dawn of a new, vastly different day – perhaps not for you personally, but for your good friend Simon Peter.