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amoc94 · 3 years ago

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POLAR NIGHT

Summary:

He was a patient man. He wouldn't mind to wait for the right time to reap what he thought he deserved. He had lived in the dark for far too long, that happiness was such a foreign notion for him.

Until you crossed his path and awakened something deep inside him.

Until he realized there was indeed glowing light on the other side of his world, just a flicker at the end of the journey he had to conquer.

Until the sunshine he had waited became you.

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Excerpt

Pairing : Taehyung x Ballerina Reader

Genre : Yandere, Mafia AU.

Warning : Nothing for this part. (But still, this is yandere, duh!🙄)

Word count : 3.8K+

Part 1 - HER

It was such a busy morning, and you regretted everything that went so wrong by the time you were awakened from your dreamless sleep the previous night.

You regretted the bus that left just a few seconds before you succesfully stepped your feet on the empty stop a few blocks from your house, you watched its departure with heaving chest from the sprinting. The next bus arrived twenty minutes later, and you inwardly grimaced at your watch.

You regretted your neglect to bring your tutu for the rehearsal, because you were too occupied in munching the sandwich your grandma had pressed you to eat before your morning session start, while you let your mind went blank, not really focused on the things that should had been your priority.

You regretted of sleeping a bit late last night, because you couldn't stop yourself to practice the arabesque move many times until your back had to endure a sharp ache, driven by the nearing nervous breakdown that your new instructor brought about almost everyday.

There were so many regrets in your mind, it were all over the place, you didn't pay attention to your direction, when you bumped onto someone at the hallway leading to the theater room.

You tumbled unceremoniously with bottom dipped first to the ground, your bag and half-consumed bread fell scattered on the floor.

There was a deep baritone voice that drew your attention, and when you looked at the face whose hand was extended to you, you almost gasped in reflex.

He would be a perfect fit to play the role of Prince Désiré in the show you've been practicing for weeks, even the prince wouldn't be as captivating as him.

"You should be more careful."

The man crouching in front of you was probably the most beautiful man you had ever seen, not many boys you knew with that look like him.

But he certainly wasn't a boy. He was a fine man, with traits on his features almost feminine and delicate, his define cheekbones and sharp projected nose, shaded by perfect slightly arched thick eyebrows. A knot of his fringe covering part of his forehead, his eyes glimmered with curiosity, and from the color of his complexion and facial structures, you could tell he was not an Italian.

"I ... I'm sorry. I didn't ...-" You gasped when he dabbed your shirt and your ankle, wiping bread crumbs away with a handkerchief he pulled from his pocket. A smooth move that you almost failed to register, when the cold feeling from his callous fingers stroke your skin.

How did a man like him could have rough skin on his palm? Certainly not from day to day strenuous job, he wouldn't need to.

"Are you okay, bambina? You should be more careful with your steps. Legs are the most precious asset for a dancer."

His voice was deep and rich, it wasn't matched with his ethereal appearance.

It took you a moment to process the whole situation, before the sound of heels clacking on the tile and a female voice broke the air.

"Gio? Is everything ok?"

Good looking man with good amount of wealth practically screaming from his appearance would have a beautiful woman next to him, it was almost always too typical.

She looked like those women that grazed the front page of magazines or websites that you sometimes browse through. Slim and tall figure wrapped in designer articles from head to toe, with every single feature on her face shaped perfectly, covered with flawless make up.

She was everything that you were not even dare to dream to look like.

The pretty man helped you to stand up by pulling your wrist gently.

His dark grey coat was draped over his shoulder like a cape covering his three piece suit with tie and clip, his platinum cufflinks glistened under his shirt wrist, sleek and finished. His appearance shouted extravagance and aristocracy, it was almost blinding to you.

He didn't answer the woman, instead, he handed your bag to you, while giving you a polite smile.

"Are you one of the ballerina in tomorrow's Sleeping Beauty?"

His fluent standard Italian didn't have any accent, if you didn't see him in person, you would have thought he was a native of Italy.

"Ye ... yes, but ... I'm only one of the supporting dancer." You almost felt shameful with how inferior your role was. It was still a long way to go before you could reach the prima ballerina title.

"How old are you, bambina?" His countenance was neutral and calming, as his eyes still gazed on you.

"Gio, let's go." The woman's voice was laced with petulance as she reached to his shoulder.

He held up a firm open palm to silence her, while his eyes still trained on you.

"I ...-" You cast an unsure glance on the woman, before your eyes back at his face, this time his narrowed eyes urged you to continue.

"..-I will be sixteen this November."

He shook his head while dipped one hand in his pocket, looking down at your figure, his smile was almost rectangular shaped, revealing a set of neat pearly white teeth.

"I see. Still a long journey for a little girl like you. Just give your best, okay?"

You almost forgot to nod your head in a proper manner. You could tell he wasn't just random people passing by, his presence alone was too hypnotizing. Good thing that the woman's voice broke you from the trance.

You ran away as fast as you could, trying not to prolong the delay, Miss Bianchi's temper could be tempestuous in the morning especially when she hasn't had her morning caffeine fix.

Not that would make any difference, really, because every day under her patronizing look was practically hell in waiting.

But you have to ensure and make it last anyway, your grandmother would never forgive you if you fail.

To become a prima ballerina, and finally perform the main role in La Scala wasn't only your dream, it was her visualization of achievement that she failed to fulfill after leg injury she suffered in the spur moment of her climbing the ladder of fame during her prime.

Approaching the theater room, you could hear Miss Bianchi's thunderous shout to her students, the sound of her clapping hand with their every move always gave you a kind of jitter, you had tried your best not to make any mistake in front of her.

You winced when making another step that sent painful ache around your toes, and the stiffness from your strain back, a result of arching and stretching your legs too many times, the arabesque move that she had always found fault with.

Sometimes your leg wasn't high enough, another time your back wasn't straight, your posture was wrong, or the elevation angle was not precise.

It was strange that you could do a straight perfect penché at home, one that even your grandmother would hesitantly praise upon, but you were a complete mess in front of her.

An à la hauteur was a piece of cake for you, but for her, even a simple à demi hauteur wasn't well scored.

"Left .... to the left, higher ... higher. I said ninety. This isn't Notre Dame de Paris, we are not portraying the hunchback. Push it up!"

Her shout could be heard from outside the room.

Your frantic nerves were all over the place when you forced yourself to walk inside, descending the staircases leading to the stage. Her gaze immediately seized on you, eyes blazing with twisted elation, you had a feeling she enjoyed to denote your every mistake.

"Ah ... Miss L/N, of all the time you could be late, it has to be now, a day before the show. "

You hastily took of your dress and threw it on random chair in slipshod, nevermind the warming up. Not that she would pay any attention for your sake anyway.

It was a good thing you chose to wear a slip on dress over your black tights and leotard.

You tried to be as invisible as you can, scuttled your way to squeeze your body inline with other dancers, maintaining a composed pose.

However, if you thought she would overlook your mistake today, you would be sorely disappointed. Especially rehearsing for an important showcase without the tutu. Of all the days you could forget to bring the costume, it had to be today, whereas you were also late.

"Ah I see, not bringing your skirt with you, can I assume this behavior as a sign that you are not particularly eager for the show? Perhaps the play is too minuscule for a dancer of your caliber?"

Every words of hers dripped with venom and sly innuendo, sometimes you wondered if she just hated your mere existence alone.

"No. Miss Bianchi. I'm sorry, I forgot to bring it with me." You prayed that she wouldn't talk to your grandmother, because if she did, that would mean another night sleeping with empty stomach. Maybe they shared the same vile genetic after all, so similar to each other.

"Another day like this, and you will be expelled, I'll make sure of that."

You posed on your fifth position, preparing for the adagio, silently wished Miss Bianchi would finally leave you off the hook, before your eyes caught the two figures near the entrance, descending the stairs in unhurried steps, reducing their distance to the stage.

It was the pretty man from the hallway, with his woman walking next to him, her arms were slipped around his bent elbow.

Taking a seat on the front row across the stage, he sat cross legged elegantly.

His companion took the seat next to him, giving a lopsided smile on her blood red lips, staring at Miss Bianchi's direction.

"What are you actually looking at? Continue to the next move!" Miss Bianchi's voice echoed throughout the empty theater, before she went down the stage, and walked to the couple.

Your blended with other dancers, whose motion were fluidly memorized with every pose and move already rehearsed many times, you would have to admit, sometimes her fierce teaching was justified, considering how the group couldn't afford to simplify the importance of the grand show. If the event was successful, money and sponsorship would come along, to bring the company to the top rank among ballet companies in Italy.

Did not matter how much torture she put you through.

Looking from the tail of your vision, you could tell Miss Bianchi wasn't feeling too welcome on the couple, and the man- with the way he sat, elbows on the armrest and hands weaved at the front of his chest, his eyes mused on the performance on stage. His head tilted sideways, his eyes scanning the entire group.

You almost felt like his eyes were brooding on you, unsettlingly stirring something inside you, a little bit fear with a hint of ... curiosity.

Before you chose to disregard that thought, because curiosity killed the cat. Nothing good came from being nosy.

The beautiful woman now walked towards the stage, behind Miss Bianchi.

Your teacher clapped her hands to draw everyone's attention, and as if on an automatic switch, all dancers halted their move in a perfect third position, waiting for further instruction.

"Everyone, this is Sophia Abate, she will be the lead ballerina to dance for Aurora, while Andrea will take the role of Carabosse. Martina, you move to corps de ballet."

There were loud gasps between dancers, your heart started to beat erratically. You were one in the backdrop team, if Martina join your group, that meant ....

"Unfortunately, Y/N, I have to withdraw you from the show. Maybe next time."

The gasps turned into commotion when everyone's voice overlapped one another, you could hear Andrea cursed lowly, and Martina was staring at Miss Bianchi with disbelief.

You didn't pay any attention to them, you couldn't, not when Miss Bianchi's words were like ringing loudly in your ears, you almost thought it was just an illusion.

This was supposed to be your first grand performance, eventhough you weren't the principal dancer, but to be on the stage would open a window of opportunity for you to get some attention if not experience, no matter how insignificant.

Dread crept up your heart imagining your grandmother. She would be angry, furious, no .. no ... she would be livid. You had bellied long hours of self training, the immense pain on your back and joint, excruciating blisters on your toes, starvation and screaming from her. Your blood, sweat and tears ... all of those were for ... nothing.

Literally nothing.

What was exactly so wrong with you?

You were sure now, Miss Bianchi just hated you. It didn't matter how excellent you were, it was personal vendetta for her, anything that came to your existence, would have her spiked you for no reason.

You watched as Martina threw a hateful glare to the pretty woman, who was her name again? Sophia Abate. You've heard that surname somewhere surely. Some rich family in that gossip column maybe. And also a prima ballerina, a good one -it seemed, otherwise there was no way Miss Bianchi would change the formation a day before the show just for her.

Andrea stomped her foot to vent her rage, walking to Miss Bianchi to probably have a word with her.

But they shouldn't have been angry, they would still perform. While you, you wouldn't have the chance ... you were just ... an outcast.

They didn't care about you or asked about your opinion, not that it would matter, but ... still, you were almost invisible to them.

"Y/N, are you okay? You look so pale. I'm sorry, ... I don't know what possesed her to do this." Maria, one of the backdrop dancer trying to calm you down by patting your back.

You just nodded lightly, didn't say anything anymore. You needed sometime alone, a moment to cry your fear out.

Yes, ... fear. Because you needed to brace yourself when you come home later, to face your grandmother's wrath.

Disappointment was just a fragment of what you felt, nothing compared to the fear of insult, degradation and physical abuse that your grandmother always aimed at you.

She told you that in order to achieve your goal, suffering was what kept you going, the motivation to better yourself. You needed to work hard and harder, pushing yourself beyond your limit.

And you did. You swore you had done and gave all of you.

But maybe luck wasn't on your side in every way you took. The thing that made Sophia Abate had that privilege to snap her finger and had people on her whim. Even someone so intimidating like Miss Bianchi.

Looking at your reflection in the bathroom, you stared at your figure, the leotard was supposed to tightly fit your body, but you could slip a hand or two easily under the fabric against your skin. You were too thin, and you knew that wasn't because you didn't love food. You loved to eat. Basically anything savory or sweet.

But it has been a long time since you remembered when you ate with joy. You almost forgot how tiramisu or pizza tasted, didn't remember when was the last time you had it.

Your daily diet consisted of protein and vegetables, sometimes wheat bread. Minimal sugar and almost no salt. Salt caused bloating, your grandmother said, and you needed to maintain your lithe frame. You should be grateful that she still fed you those plain chicken breast with lettuce, at least you still had eggs from time to time. That was what your grandmother always said with persistent scowl on her brows.

Sophia Abate was a prima ballerina. And she didn't look haggard and miserable like you.

You wiped your almost dried tears that smeared your mascara, the strong smell of pinesol mixed with general nausea from your stomach was revolting, you felt like throwing up.

It was when you heard the door opened and someone walked inside.

Your eyes caught figure of a person and your breath was halted on your throat, again.

It was the man you bumped with at the hallway. The pretty Asian that brought the woman here, the reason of your doomsday.

He was wearing his coat now, and looking at his reflection from the partly foggy mirror, you looked like a mess compared with his flawless appearance.

"She isn't an easy tutor, is she?" His deep voice echoed around the empty restroom.

You turned around, before your eyes met his light brown irises, the way he was staring at you was incomprehensible.

"This is a lady's room." You deadpanned.

"I am aware. I don't have any ill intention if that's what you are afraid of. I'm not a child molester." There was light mocking smirk on his face, and you were almost offended with the way he said while dragging his gaze around your pitiful form in a haste.

You were nothing like his girlfriend, obviously. She had curve and more flesh, she had her beauty to attract these kind of guys, while you, ... even if you died today, your grandmother wouldn't probably even mourn for you.

"How good are you in your skill, bambina?"

You looked at him with eyes still hot from the crying. "What's that have anything to do with you?"

"We bought this theater yesterday, and considering the wrecked state of the financial report as well as your performance in general, this company needs a good revamp, a drastic one. Having Sophia to perform tomorrow will be a good start."

Now it all did made sense. He was the investor. After the fortune they paid to buy the establishment, they needed to make sure the money they already spent would go for what it was worth.

You looked up at him, chin up, before answering his question with newfound confidence.

"I'm perfect. All I need is the chance to prove myself, which my teacher apparently lacking in that matter."

He put both hands in his pocket pants, the notch lapel of his coat was pulled slightly, revealing the conceal carry with a black gun attached on his left shoulder.

Your eyes widened, gave away your surprise.

But he didn't look affected one bit, he put two steps forward, standing just a couple of feet in front of you, observing you with assessing eyes.

"To be able to dance well, a healthy body is what you need the most." His eyes trained on your shoulder, where the collarbone indented too deep.

You tried to hide your discomfort, you didn't like to talk about your grandmother.

"It doesn't matter." You tried to keep the nonchalance in your tone.

"I can help you. That is, if you are really as good like you said. I'm eager to sponsor a talent to contribute more to the company."

Your eyes were now focused on him. His flawless complexion, and the way he rubbed his lips while tilting his head, seemed like it was a habit of him.

"You haven't seen me dance yet."

"I've seen enough."

No, certainly not enough from the short performance you danced earlier. But who were you to decide?

"I can assign you for a role, maybe one of the fairies. Nothing major, but certainly better than to be discharged, right?"

One of the fairies? The role was nothing important, would only have a brief moment in Act 1 and Act 3, but far better than dancing at the backdrop. Maria would be looking at you with green eyes later.

It was too difficult for you to speak with giddiness started to take over you, you almost couldn't think.

"You ... you think you could do it?"

And he laughed. A full fledged laughter that adorned his beautiful face with boxy smile, his deep voice was peculiarly arresting.

"You really have no idea who I am, Y/N? Reggio Calabria is not huge, everyone should know one another."

How did he know your name anyway? Maybe because Miss Bianchi called you once at the stage before dismissing you. But that meant he actually paid attention to you.

Maybe it was true when he said he wanted the company to grow. Real talents were rare, and the prospect to perform tomorrow had you to blind yourself with his willingness to give you the chance.

"My life is only about ballet. I almost have no time to ... you know, browse."

Once again he gave you a once over, still decent and polite, you almost could sense he was being sincere.

"I'll help you with your career, but in return, I want you to take a better care of yourself. Once I assign you in, you are one of my company's asset. Can't risk to have it ruined, can I?"

Every deed would always have a catch, something to pay it back. But in this matter he was pretty reasonable. He wanted to ensure you would contribute to the company.

"Who are you?"

The sun shone through the short window near the ceiling was bright and the angle it created through the glass reflected the light perfectly on his face in a breathtaking fashion, almost too beautiful to be real.

"I'm Giovanni Romano, bambina. You will hear about me more often from today onwards."

"Mr. Romano, why ... why are you helping me?"

Letting out another chuckle, he didn't answer your question. "Let's go back to the theatre and give me one perfect dance to settle my decision."

Maybe it was the fear of your grandmother's reaction if she find out you were being dismissed that fixed your determination. Or maybe it was a negligence on your side, ignoring the hunch setting deep in the pit of your stomach, the fact that it was too coincidental for a man like him wanted to give you a big opportunity which even your optimistic self wouldn't dare to wish.

You stared at him, and remembered about the gun he carried. You had an apt idea who he probably was, but you chose to ignore the alarm bell that went off in the back of your conscience.

Your hard work would finally paid off.

He was walking to the door, before halted and turned to look at you.

"By the way ... " His seemingly genuine smile was the thing that finalized your decision.

"Only a few people know this, you are included. Call me Taehyung. Kim Taehyung."

What kind of name was that? Definitely not an italian name. Maybe one of his aliases, that was what you often heard about people like him.

Miss Bianchi was dismissed the minutes you and him stepped inside the theater room, there were two men with all black suit dragging her out while screaming profanities to Mr. Romano. Or Mr. Kim?

The sight of his henchmen didn't dissuade you one bit, you were blinded by your own ambition.

That sunny morning, you moved your body to show him, the perfect arabesque penchée you have been trained a thousand times with your sore toes, under the envious and hateful glare from the other dancers.

Performing your first solo in front of a man with power like him, the excitement of a bright future had you too oblivious of one little thing that slipped your mind at the time.

You should never make a deal with the devil.

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just-another-blog-of-fluff · 3 years ago

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The Innocence of Youth

Word count: 4200

Warnings: just your daily dose of fluffy cuteness and tickles

So I have a couple prompts now to work on, but this one randomly came to me on my drive home (as do most of my ideas apparently) and I just had to write it before it was out of my head!

If you haven't figured it out already, I'm a sucker for pre-dating Loki, so... hope you all don't mind that whole trope because it's probably not going away anytime soon 😅

For months now, your niece had been begging to visit you in the Avengers tower so she could meet her favorite superheroes. So, when your sister asked if you could take her for a weekend while she and her husband were away, you said yes without a second thought.

Maia was five years old now, and you loved spending as much quality time with her as you could. You’d always loved kids, but Maia was one of the sweetest little girls you’d known - so polite for her age, and very inquisitive too.

The moment she’d found out you lived at the Avengers tower, she started asking questions about all of your teammates, positively lighting up with excitement when you would tell her of your adventures. She especially loved the stories about the mighty Thor, wielding his hammer and shooting blasts of lightning out of his hands at will. Nat, too, really intrigued the small girl – she was inspired by hearing of a female warrior, keeping up with the boys (most of whom had some form of special powers) without difficulty. And, of course, she was incredibly excited to see the famous Captain America shield in person, as well as the man behind it.

But by far, the person she was most excited to meet was Loki. Maybe a little bit of that was your doing. You did have a tendency to talk about him often, going on about his magic abilities and his sarcastic wit. Maybe it was the magic she was excited about, although she didn’t express as much excitement in seeing Wanda or Dr. Strange. In any case, you weren’t keen on forcing your little niece on Loki – you had no idea how he was with kids, but something in your gut told you he at least wouldn’t want one he’d never met hanging all over him.

Maia ran from the car as fast as her little legs could carry her as soon as your sister dropped her off at the compound. You swept her up into a hug, squeezing her tight as she giggled with excitement.

“Thanks so much for taking her,” your sister said gratefully, trailing behind her daughter with Maia’s overnight bag on her shoulder. Smiling, you assured her it was no trouble at all. You took Maia’s bag and wished your sister a safe and fun trip, finally relenting to the little girl tugging desperately on your hand to lead you inside.

Immediately, Maia was asking excitedly when she would get to meet the Avengers. You promised you’d introduce her to them later, heading up to your room instead to drop off her belongings. Practically shivering with excitement, Maia allowed you to lead her to the elevator and up to your bedroom.

“Can I stay in Loki’s room instead?” she pleaded. You laughed, ruffling her hair.

“No, sweetie. But you can sleep in my bed, how does that sound?” She seemed satisfied with the answer, her short, five-year-old attention span already having moved on to wanting to explore the tower more.

This time in the afternoon, you thought you’d be most likely to find some of the others in the training room. Maia babbled excitedly the entire way there, stopping only when you entered the training room to find Nat and Bucky sparring. Maia’s shrill squeal of excitement broke Bucky’s concentration, and Nat took advantage of his lapse in attention by sweeping his feet out from beneath him and pinning him to the ground.

“Hey Nat, Bucky – this is my niece, Maia,” you announced. Nat let Bucky up, dusting herself off before coming over to properly meet the small girl. “Maia – this is Nat and Bucky.”

“That was so cool!” she exclaimed, referencing Nat’s successful sparring session against the Winter Soldier. “You really beat him good!” Nat chuckled, crouching down to Maia’s level.

“Thank you. You know, you helped me win – you distracted him.” Maia’s face lit up, a bright smile spreading across her face as Nat offered her fist for a fist bump.

“And that’s the only reason she won,” Bucky countered, wandering over to join you. Maia gasped, staring in awe at him.

“You have a shiny arm!” Maia exclaimed, pointing at the metal prosthetic Bucky wore in place of his missing left arm. He nodded, holding his metal hand out for her to touch. She cautiously extended her little hand, placing it against the palm of his metal one. “Is that why you’re a superhero?”

“Well, maybe it helps. But I’m also super strong!” He punctuated his boasting by scooping the girl up in his metal arm and spinning her around, eliciting squeals and giggles.

“Alright, Bucky, don’t go launching my niece across the room,” you teased. He placed her back on her feet on the ground, and you bade them farewell as you headed off to search for more of your teammates.

Thor and Peter were both hanging out in the common area, playing one of Peter’s video games on the wide screen TV. Maia danced with excitement beside you. You caught their attention, introducing your niece and allowing her to go in and say hi.

“Oh my gosh, aren’t you the cutest little thing!?” Peter cooed, giving the girl a big hug to her delight.

“Auntie!” she exclaimed, rushing to your side so she could whisper audibly, “Is that Spider-Man??” Peter chuckled at her not-so-secret loud whisper as you nodded to confirm her suspicions. “You can swing from buildings??”

“I do! It’s super fun!” he exclaimed.

“That is nothing, little one. Have you seen me summon my hammer?” Thor interjected. She shook her head, eyes pleading for him to show her. Never one to pass up the opportunity to show off, he held out his hand, Mjolnir shooting across the room. He caught it with ease, fingers closing around the handle as your niece cheered and clapped in awe.

“Can I hold it?” she asked. Thor laughed heartily.

“You may try, little one, but only those who are worthy may lift the hammer.” He placed it down on the floor in front of her, motioning for her to try to pick it up. Closing both hands around the handle, she tugged as hard as she could, but the hammer didn’t budge. Maia glanced sadly up at Thor, her bottom lip jutting out ever so slightly in a pout. Thor knelt down on one knee, placing his oversized hand on her little shoulder. “Don’t worry, young one – I could not lift it when I was your size either. You’ll need to grow a bit bigger first, then we’ll try again!”

Maia’s smile returned, and you mouthed a quick ‘thank you’ to Thor before heading out to find additional team members for your niece to meet.

Steve shook the little girl’s hand, much to her awe and excitement, when you found him in the kitchen. He had been wearing his civilian clothes, but he promised her he would bring the shield down at dinner time so she could see it. Outside in the courtyard, you found Wanda and Vision relaxing in the sunshine. Wanda happily demonstrated her magic abilities, and Vision showed Maia how he could fly. You wished you could see the world through your niece’s eyes – with every new Avenger she met, every new superpower she saw, her excitement and wonder grew exponentially.

Despite her excitement at having met so many of her heroes, she continued to ask about Loki all day. Still not sure how he’d feel about a child, you continued to redirect the girl to focus on other things. Luckily, it seemed he must have either spent the day in his room or had otherwise been out of the tower for the day, as you never came across him in your travels.

You brought Maia to dinner with the team, knowing she would be simply radiant with excitement at seeing all of her heroes in one place. Vision was kind enough to cook up some macaroni and cheese for dinner, having done some research in between meeting Maia and dinner time to learn what a small human child might enjoy as a meal. (You suspected Wanda had given him some suggestions as well.) She munched happily on her food, talking animatedly with Bruce and Tony across the table. The girl was certainly not shy, and Tony was basking in the attention as he bragged about his Ironman suit powers.

“Thor?” she asked suddenly, “Where is Loki?”

“My brother Loki is most likely reading in his room, young one,” he explained kindly.

“Will I get to see him sometime?” she asked, frowning. Thor glanced at you, his eyes bright with amusement.

“I’m certain you will see him this weekend! I shall make sure of it!” he assured.

“When?!” she urged. Luckily, Steve re-entered the room at that exact moment, holding his Captain America shield as promised. She shrieked with delight, getting up from the table and running to the super soldier to see the shield up close. You caught Thor’s eye once again, and he shot you a cheeky wink across the table, making your face flush with heat.

After dinner, Peter suggested a movie night, with Maia’s choice of movie. The team got cozy in the common room, Tony showing Maia the list of movies on the TV screen. You knew she would select a Disney princess film before Tony had even gotten to that section of the list, and sure enough, she chose to watch Moana. Thor offered for her to sit on his lap, and she bounced over to the blonde Asgardian without hesitation, plunking herself down on his knee. She fell asleep long before the movie was over, and it made your heart melt to see her curled up into Thor’s chest. You carried her to bed when the film ended, the girl barely stirring the entire way up to your bedroom.

The next morning, you woke to your niece jumping excitedly up and down on the bed, begging to go down to breakfast so she could see her new friends. A quick glance at the clock told you it was highly unlikely anyone else would be awake, but nevertheless you were already up now, so you headed downstairs in your pajamas to cook up some breakfast for the two of you.

You brought your pancakes and coffee (and Maia’s chocolate milk) to the common area, letting her eat away from the table as a special treat as long as she promised not to make a mess. She sat cross-legged on the floor in her polka-dot pajamas, chattering excitedly about the Avengers while eating her breakfast.

“Auntie, want to know who my favorite is?” she asked, mouth half full of her last bite of pancakes. Placing your coffee mug down on the coffee table, you turned and nodded to her.

“Tell me!”

“I think Nat is my favorite!” she declared. You feigned offense at her revelation, your jaw dropping in ‘shock.’

“You like Nat more than your auntie?” you exclaimed. She nodded vigorously, grinning. “Well, I’m just going to have to show you why I am the best Avenger then!” Scooping her up in your arms, you wiggled your fingers into her belly, eliciting bright giggles from the little girl.

“Nohoho! Auntie!” She squirmed to try to escape, but it wasn’t difficult to hold the five-year-old pinned in your lap, gently tickling her sides. You knew she loved it when you tickled her, she never tried very hard to get away. It always lifted your spirits to hear her adorable little giggles.

“Well, this certainly doesn’t appear to be a fair fight.”

You paused, turning toward the baritone voice to find Loki standing in the doorway. Maia saw as well, squealing with joy at finally getting to meet the Asgardian she’d been so excited to see.

“Auntie!” She tugged hard on your sleeve, pointing to the doorway. “That’s Loki!”

“Yes, sweetie, that’s Loki,” you nodded, chuckling. “Please don’t jump on him, ok?” You allowed her to get up and run over to the god, hesitantly watching to see how he would react. “Loki, this is my niece Maia.”

“Where were you yesterday? I wanted to meet you!” she asked.

“You wanted to meet me?” he asked in surprise, looking down at the girl with his eyebrows raised. She nodded, smiling from ear to ear.

“Yeah! I saw Thor, and Bucky, and Steve and Nat and Wanda and Vision…” she counted off on her little fingers as she listed off the people she’d met, missing quite a few of them, “… but I was really excited to meet you! You’re my favorite!”

Loki chuckled warmly, a deep rumble in his throat. He glanced over at you, grinning. “I like her. She understands true power when she sees it.” You breathed a small sigh of relief, happy to see that Loki didn’t actually mind Maia’s clinginess.

“Don’t corrupt my niece, now, Loki,” you warned jokingly.

“I would never do such a thing,” he assured, winking down at the little girl. She tugged on his sleeve, motioning for him to come down to her level. Your heart swelled as he knelt down beside her, his blue-green eyes wide with polite curiosity as she leaned over to whisper in his ear.

“I think you’re auntie’s favorite too,” she whispered loudly. Your eyes widened, heat rushing to your face as Loki looked at you curiously.

“Oh, do you? What makes you think that?” he asked, his voice low in a mock whisper, but loud enough for you to still hear him.

“She talks about you lots! More than everyone else!” she ‘whispered’ excitedly.

“Really?” Loki smirked at you, and you hid your face helplessly in your hands. “You know, I saw that your aunt was tickling you when I came in here. Does she do that often?’

“Hehe, yeah,” she replied shyly. “All the time!”

“Does she?” You didn’t like the mischievous lilt in his voice, peeking through your fingers to see what he was doing. He had leaned over and was whispering something to Maia with his hand shielding his face from view. Unfortunately, Loki was not a five-year-old and knew how to actually whisper, so you couldn’t hear a thing he said.

“Loki… what are you telling my sweet little niece?” you asked warningly. Maia was giggling at whatever it was he was telling her, nodding her head. He turned his head back around, staring you down as he rose to his feet, a smirk on his face. “Uhh… Loki, what did you tell her?”

“I just asked young Maia if she would like my assistance,” he responded ominously. He took a step toward you, and your fight or flight response kicked in, scrambling to your feet with hands outstretched protectively in front of you.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked nervously.

“Because he’s gonna –“ Maia stopped talking as Loki looked down at her, pressing his index finger to his lips. She covered her mouth with both hands, tiny giggles slipping through her fingers.

“No, tell me, Maia – he’s gonna what?” you urged, your eyes never leaving Loki’s.

“Why don’t I just show you instead?” A threat. You turned and started running, but he was faster, predicting your move before you’d even known you were going to make it. His arms were around you in an instant, lifting you off the floor with ease and carrying you to the couch. With some difficulty, given your thrashing, he sat down and pulled you into his lap, your back leaned up against the arm of the couch beside him and your legs outstretched on the couch cushions.

“Alright, you got me,” you laughed nervously, flustered beyond belief at the position you were now in across the God of Mischief’s lap. “Good job, Loki. Now let me up.” Loki ignored you, collecting your wrists in one hand and pinning them to his chest.

“Maia – do you think your aunt is ticklish?” he asked. You tensed up immediately, shaking your head at Maia, who shrugged uncertainly at Loki in response to his question. “Should we find out?” His fingers found your belly, pressed against the soft skin, unmoving and ready to strike. Anticipatory giggles bubbled up in your throat, which you suppressed to the best of your ability, unwilling to show weakness to your captor.

“I’m not, so… you may as well let me go,” you lied, trying to keep your voice from wavering. His fingers twitched against your belly, making you flinch at the unexpected movement. You cringed at the knowing smirk that spread across his face.

“There’s only one way for us to know for certain.”

Loki wasted no more time, clawing into your belly with all five fingers. You hadn’t quite expected such an unbearably ticklish sensation, releasing your giggles immediately at the contact. Maia cheered excitedly as she watched, giggling along with you.

“Ticklish and a liar? Tsk, tsk. Maia, your aunt is in big trouble now,” Loki teased, fingers darting around your stomach and occasionally to your sides, seeking out the spots that made you jolt and squeak. He settled on the sides of your belly, about halfway between your bellybutton and sides, scratching with maddening precision. You stomped your heel against the couch cushion, pulling desperately at your wrists to free yourself.

“NOT THERE, PLEHEHEASE!” you pleaded, unable to take much longer of his focused attack.

“Not there? Where would you prefer? Here?” He reached down to squeeze above your knee, making your leg kick out involuntarily. This was at least more bearable, allowing you the ability to breathe in between giggles.

“Tickle her armpits!” Maia suggested excitedly.

“MAIA!” you scolded.

“An excellent suggestion, little one!” Loki pulled your wrists upward to expose your underarms, digging his fingers into the hollow under your left arm. You tried desperately to clamp your arms to your sides, but in your weakened state there was no hope for you to overpower his grip on your wrists. His deft fingertips found the soft spot right in the center of your underarm and mercilessly clawed into it, applying just enough pressure to make you positively howl with laughter. He released your wrists and shot his other hand under your other arm, finding the same torturous spot on that side.

“L-LOKIHIHI! I CAHAHAN’T!” you begged, pounding your feet on the couch. He relented a bit, fingers traveling down to your ribcage and vibrating into the spaces.

“Are you learning your lesson yet, darling?” he teased, spidering gently up and down your ribcage.

“Lesson?!” you giggled, “Whahat lesson?”

“That you shouldn’t tickle me, auntie! Or Loki’s gonna get you!” Maia informed gleefully.

“She likes ihihit!!” you protested, shrieking as his fingers found those spots on your stomach again.

“So do you, darling,” he smirked. Your face flushed up to the tips of your ears. He wasn’t wrong, but you’d have preferred him not to point it out. “Where else do you think she’s ticklish, Maia?”

“Hmm…” she pondered for a moment as Loki continued to tickle you to pieces. “Her feet!”

“NO! Nope! Nohohot ticklish there,” you insisted, stretching your legs out so your feet were far out of Loki’s reach.

“I believe I will be the judge of that,” he argued, pinning your shoulder down with one hand while reaching his other hand behind your knee, fluttering his fingers there. You snorted, much to Maia’s amusement, and bent your knee involuntarily to protect yourself from his ticklish onslaught. He shouted in triumph, grabbing hold of your ankle and passing it to his other hand so he could reach around the sole of your socked foot, rapidly scribbling up and down the whole thing. You shrieked, sitting up to reach for his hands to get him to stop. A quick series of rapid pokes to the belly made you lean back again so he could continue to torment your foot without your hands in the way.

“LEAVE MY FEHEHEET ALONE!” you pleaded, twisting around in his lap in ticklish agony.

“We can’t leave the other foot neglected, now can we?” he taunted, suddenly grabbing your other ankle and resuming his torture on the other foot. He discovered that scratching along the inner edge of the arch made you squirm harder, focusing his attack there until your laughter grew silent. Satisfied that he’d tickled you into silence, he finally halted his attack, releasing your ankle and allowing you to catch your breath.

“Ohohoh… oh my gohohod Loki… that was mehehean!” you scolded breathlessly, still lying across his lap.

“You loved every second of it, don’t lie to me again darling,” he teased, throwing in a couple pokes to the sides just to see you flinch and giggle again. “Do you think I got her, Maia?”

“You got her good!” she exclaimed happily, grinning giddily. You finally gathered the strength to sit up, scooting off of Loki’s lap awkwardly. A mischievous thought crossed your mind, and you grinned at Maia as you turned to sit straight on the couch beside the trickster.

“Hey Maia – do you think Loki is ticklish too?” you asked, not waiting for an answer before wrapping an arm around his waist and scribbling your fingers into his sides. Loki turned to look at you, unmoving, his face neutral. You at least had the wherewithal to suppress the curse that you nearly shouted in front of your little niece as his fingers closed around the wrist of the arm that was wrapped around him, pinning it to his side.

“That was a mistake.” With his free hand, he shot his fingers under your outstretched arm, finding the trigger point from earlier and digging into it mercilessly. You screamed, pushing at his hand with your free one without success. “Haven’t had enough yet, have we? Is this what you wanted?”

“NOHOHO!” you shrieked frantically, leaning your forehead against Loki’s shoulder as you accepted your ticklish fate. He let up after a few moments, feeling you lean more heavily into his side as your muscles turned to jelly. Releasing your wrist, he allowed you to sit up and regain your composure, smoothing your hair down and straightening your pajama top.

“Loki?” Maia asked, wandering closer to the god and leaning with her hands on the arm of the couch. “Are you going to kiss auntie?”

Even Loki, normally cool and composed, seemed startled by the question. You looked wide-eyed at your niece, immediately trying to cover yourself by telling her how inappropriate it is to ask such a thing. She mumbled a little apology, looking a bit sheepish. Seeing her change in demeanor, Loki smiled at her, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him.

“Would you like it if that were to happen?” he asked her. She grinned and nodded enthusiastically. Loki turned to look at you next. “Would you like it if that were to happen?”

Feeling the familiar prickle of heat tingling in your cheeks once again, you considered your response carefully. Of course you wanted it to happen. But was he saying it just to appease your niece? Hesitantly, you bit your lip and nodded, almost imperceptibly. Loki grinned at your response, reaching up to tilt your chin with his fingertips and pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. It was short, sweet, and innocent, likely because Maia was watching intently, but the electricity that shot through you from your mouth down to your toes took your breath away. Maia cheered as you broke away from his lips, unable to hide the grin on your face.

“I knew it! I knew you liked Loki!” she declared.

“Hey Maia – why don’t you go check the kitchen to see if anyone else is awake yet?” you asked. Easily redirected, she hurried off down the hall to the kitchen. You could hear Thor’s booming voice as she encountered him making his breakfast. You looked up at Loki sheepishly, hand rubbing the back of your neck. “Thanks for doing that… you didn’t have to…”

“I didn’t have to. But I’ve wanted to for quite some time,” he explained. “Thank the norns your young niece isn’t too shy to speak her mind freely.” His hand moved to cup your jaw, pressing a more fiery and passionate kiss to your mouth now that there were no curious young eyes to see it happen. You lost yourself in his gentle but solid touch, getting drunk off of the taste of him.

You separated from him again just before Thor appeared in the doorway with Maia perched on his shoulder, giggling rapidly. Standing up from the couch, you looked up at your niece with a mischievous grin on your face.

“Maia… I think you owe your auntie for telling Loki to tickle me,” you warned, reaching up and wiggling your fingers into her sides once again. She squealed, giggling as she protested.

“Loki! Help!” she shouted through her laughter. Loki had his fingers scratching under your arms before you could react. He sighed, as if it pained him to have to tickle you.

“I see we need to repeat the lesson once again.”

The morning was filled with your hysterical laughter. But, if it gave you the excuse to be close to Loki, you’d gladly force him to have to repeat the lesson again and again.

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Let Me Love You (Jeong Yunho and Song Mingi)

Pairing: Jeong Yunho × Plus sized! Reader (Female) × Song Mingi

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Summary: After finding out their girlfriend has been feeling insecure about her body, Mingi and Yunho take matters into their own hands to remind her that she is beautiful.

Word Count: 4.5+K

Warnings: Body insecurities (remember you are beautiful just the way you are), poly relationship, oral (female receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms (female receiving), unprotected sex (always use protection). (This was utter trash)

Taglist: @little-precious-baby @multidreams-and-desires @galaxteez @yunhofingers @yunhoiseyecandy @brie02 @deja-vux @couchpotatoaniki @daniblogs164 @a-soft-hornytiny @nanamarkie @minhyukmyluv @yunsangoveryonder

Special requested by @monbaebes

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Watching her favorite boys play around on the seashore, Y/N chuckled softly as she returned her gaze on the fruit in front of her. Picking up a small knife, she carefully began peeling some of the mangoes, apples and other of the juicy produce they had brought with them. Meanwhile she focused on making sure they had something to replenish their energy with, one of her lovers was concentrated on building a rather complicated architecture with the sand under his feet. Slowly but surely, the castle was beginning to take form and the man couldn't be much happier or pleased than seeing his masterpiece come to life.

"Mingi, think fast!" The other tall male shouted as he tossed the beach ball he was holding in the other's direction.

Mingi's naturally small eyes widened significantly as he witnessed his creation crumble down due to the impact of the beach ball colliding on top of it.

"Oops! Sorry bud!" The culprit grimaced as he saw the result of his little trick.

Immediately standing up, Mingi began chasing after his friend.

"I'm going to kill you Yunho!" He threatened, Yunho running and taking cover behind the oblivious girl who saw nothing that took place.

"What in the world?" She looked back and forth between the two guys.

Pointing an accusatory finger at him, Mingi let out a huff.

"He destroyed my sand castle that I was working so hard on!" He exclaimed.

"I didn't mean to." Yunho defended himself.

Not wanting them to get into a silly fight during their vacation, Y/N began to calm them both down.

"Come on you guys, you're making a scene over things kids would argue over. Seriously, this is why we hardly go out."

Hearing her displeased tone, the boys quickly straightened up their act and decided to just let it go. Seeing the delicious fruit in front of them, the young men sat at opposite sides of Y/N and dug into the food. She was grateful she opted for packing plenty of fruit given how much her boyfriends ate. She sometimes wondered if it was because they were so tall or because their stomachs were a bottomless pit. She decided a long time ago that it was probably a combination of the two.

As they enjoyed their snacks while enjoying the view in front of them, Y/N's wandering eyes soon locked themselves on the two women sitting not far from them. Although she wanted to look away before any negative thoughts clouded her mind, she couldn't help but admire their long, slim legs, their small waists and flat tummies. She envied their shape that they confidently showed off in their revealing and sensual bikinis, making more than a few heads turn in their direction to rake their eyes on their glamorous bodies. And there she was, feeling too big in her cami top and shorts.

Looking away with eyes falling on the strawberry she was holding, Y/N suddenly felt an uneasy feeling in her stomach. Losing her appetite, she tossed the fruit back in the container and just sat back, unable to hide her uncomfortable face which Yunho noticed right away.

"Honey, is something wrong? Do you not feel well?" He asked which immediately sparked the attention of the other male.

Although she didn't feel well indeed, Y/N didn't want to cause any alarm or have them fret over her behavior and decided to make up an excuse.

"I guess maybe I'm just exhausted after spending so much time out in the sun. I think I'm just going to go back to the hotel room. You guys stay here if you want."

Plastering on a reassuring smile, she gave them no chance to argue or say anything else as she quickly got off the beach towel and started heading back towards the hotel that was just in front of the beach. Her arms were crossed protectively in front of her chest, head lowered to avoid eye contact with the young men who were heading in the opposite direction. She shut her eyes when she heard them snicker behind her, no doubt making fun of her figure. She just wanted to lock herself in the room and crawl under the covers of the bed, just her alone with nobody else.

But the sudden calls for her from behind let her know that it wasn't going to be the case.

"Geez, couldn't you at least wait for us baby?" Mingi pouted as he linked an arm around her.

"Sorry, didn't want to cut your playtime at the beach short." She felt even more bad knowing they decided to follow her back.

"It's fine darling. It was getting too hot anyways. Besides we can have just as much fun in the hotel room as we do in the beach." Yunho added, leaning his face so he could whisper in her ear.

"Or maybe even more fun." He snickered suggestively, which made her blush and cling closer to the male on her right, who simply let out a small snort.

"Don't tease her Yunho. You know how shy she gets with these things." Unable to hold back from making her even more flustered, Mingi's hand that was on her waist dropping to slightly pinch her butt cheek.

"And it makes me want to eat her up even more."

With a soft huff, she shoved his hand away from him and simply walked faster to hide from their vulgar teasing that had her cheeks burning bright red.

"She's so adorable." Yunho chuckled, to which Mingi agreed with. Taking advantage of the fact she couldn't hear them, both of them started whispering a few things amongst themselves, huge grins plastering on their faces as they planned out how they were going to spend their night with their lovely girlfriend.

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Staring at her reflection in the long body mirror, Y/N cringed at the sight. She knew the guys were waiting outside in the hot tub for her, no doubt aching to see her in the dark blue bikini they had picked out for her, a color Mingi aggressively shoved into Yunho who wanted to go instead for a more baby pink choice, but eventually caved into the other's choice. She didn't feel up to going out in it though, she felt it unflattering and unsuitable for someone her size. Stripping out of it, she tossed on a tank top and shorts once more, wanting to be as covered up as much as possible. Feeling satisfied with that, she quickly came out of the bathroom, not wanting to make the boys wait any longer.

Hearing the glass door of the room slide open, the young men excitedly looked over hoping to see their gorgeous girlfriend in a swimsuit they bought her, but their faces fell flat when they saw her clothing choice.

"What happened to the bikini we bought you? Oh god! Please don't tell me we got the wrong size." Mingi groaned, already beating himself up for an imaginary mistake.

"No it fit fine, I just.... I just prefer being like this." She replied as she slipped her body inside the hot water, setting herself in between both of the men, who wasted no time in drawing their bodies closer to her, effectively trapping her.

Looking up from one and then to the other, Y/N knew by the smiles on their face that they were up to something else and it wasn't particularly pure. Taking the lead as he usually did, Yunho brought a hand up to trace the outline of her jaw.

"So pretty..." He muttered as he bent his face down to hers.

Starting off with small pecks, Yunho eventually pressed his lips deeper into hers, hand still cupping her jaw so his thumb could draw circles around her cheek. Y/N moaned when she felt his tongue dart forward and infiltrate her mouth. She gave in and allowed him absolute control, moaning louder when he pulled her tongue inside his own mouth and briefly sucking on it. For a few minutes they were lost in their little world until the third person in the relationship reminded them of his presence.

"Ok you got your turn, now let me make out with my baby."

As soon as Yunho's mouth was detached from her lips, it was quickly replaced by Mingi's, who unlike the other male, was more fervent and rougher with his kisses. Whereas Yunho preferred a lot more tongue action, Mingi enjoyed nipping at his lover's lips. Indeed he made sure to get her lips as swollen and red as possible. His teeth endlessly tugged at her bottom lip, a smirk appearing on his features each time he drew out a gasp or whine from the girl in front of him. Her sounds intensified when she felt Yunho's lips occupying themselves on her shoulder and neck, leaving small love bites on the visible patches of skin. His large hand dove underwater to clasp at the end of her top, rising it up slowly so he could take it off her.

Feeling her insecurities rise up once more, Y/N quickly withdrew his hand off her body, ending the makeout session with her other boyfriend in the process.

"Baby did we do something wrong? Did we push it too far?" Yunho immediately worried that they hurt her in any way. Mingi was also mirroring the same feeling his friend was bearing.

"No, it's not you guys...it's me."

Both of the men looked at each other in confusion.

"Are you sick? Is that it? Why didn't you say something before." Mingi brought a palm over her forehead, attempting to figure out if she had a fever or not.

Shaking her head, Y/N took a deep breath before she went any further.

"I'm not sick I just hate my body ok? I hate being chubby, it makes all the clothes I wear look ugly on me. I wish I was skinnier like some of the female idols you guys see almost on the daily. Maybe then I'd be more attractive for you guys.."

Her confession broke them to pieces. They couldn't believe she felt that way and they cursed themselves for not noticing earlier on about their girlfriend's insecurities.

"But darling, you are very attractive just the way you are." Mingi spoke up, though they could tell his words didn't have much of an effect on her.

Joining in to make sure she felt loved, Yunho tilted Y/N's face so she could clearly see his sincerity at his next words.

"Listen to me, your body is very gorgeous just the way it is. You may not believe it, but trust me when I say Mingi and I are absolutely crazy about your body. It makes you more irresistible and we wouldn't have you any other way."

His words lightened her mood just a bit, a hint of a smile starting to form on the corners of her lips.

"And we're not the only ones who think so. There were some assholes who were shamelessly checking you out while we were trying to catch up with you back on the beach." Mingi added, face frowning as he recalled the way they heard the group of men talking about their girlfriend in such a lewd manner.

"What? N-no, I'm sure you got it wrong. They were probably making fun of me." Her theory however was quickly shut down by Yunho.

"No baby, we heard them clearly as they went on and on about how hot you look....among other things that weren't exactly family friendly." Although he tried to hide it, Yunho couldn't keep his teeth from gritting against each other in a jealous manner.

"And we saw how their faces kept turning to stare at your ass." Mingi recalled rather unhappily.

Y/N felt even more embarrassed now, her hands coming up to hide her reddened face, which continued to stay hidden even when she felt both males press themselves into her.

"But if that still doesn't convince you, how about you let us demonstrate how much we adore your figure?"

Peeking out and uncovering her face, Y/N took in their hungry gazes that were awaiting for permission to devour her. Although she nodded slightly, it wasn't enough for them.

"Darling use your words please. We'd much rather hear you say how much you want us as well." Mingi deepened his voice enough to cause an effect on her.

Biting down on her lip, Y/N's voice shyly spoke out.

"Please.... touch me." She gulped before uttering her next words.

"Make love to me."

Finally hearing the magic words, both men stood up, their bodies drenched and pouring water. Taking hold of Y/N, Mingi brought her out of the hot tub as well and sat her in front of him on the wood extension of the hot tub. Reaching for her shirt, he quickly peeled it off her body and moved it somewhere else while Yunho took care of her lower half, removing her shorts and equally discarding them somewhere else.

"Fuck, she looks so damn pretty." Yunho marveled at the sight of her bare, soaked body right in front of him.

Snaking his hands down her torso, Mingi gripped the top of her thighs so he could pry them open, letting Yunho gaze into her exposed heat. He let out a chuckle at his friend's star struck expression.

"Well? Don't just stand there like an idiot. Put those long ass fingers of yours to work." Mingi told him.

Instructing Y/N to keep her legs wide open, Mingi brought his hands back up her body so they could cup her breasts. He squeezed them in between his fingers, astonished at feeling how soft and tender they were. While she was still getting adjusted to the feeling of Mingi's hands around her boobs, Yunho came up in front of her and began kissing along her collarbone, making her tilt her head back.

"God your boobs are so squishy." Mingi groaned as he pressed them against each other, thumbs tweaking at her nipples.

While Mingi's hands continued playing around with her chest, Yunho took advantage of her dazed state to brush his fingers along one of her thighs. Creeping it closer in between her legs, his thumb started slow and gentle motions on her clit. He smiled against her neck when he felt her shudder as he pressed down on her button.

"Mingi be sure to hold her steady while I finger her pretty pussy. You know how she tends to get."

Removing his hands off her breasts, Mingi proceeded to move them to her hips, knowing fully well they'd be wanting to buck into Yunho's hand. Y/N looked down and watched intently as one of Yunho's fingers slowly slipped inside her hole. She gaped with amazement as he effortlessly slid his finger out of her body and then back inside. It always amazed her how such a little action could make her so weak and pliant towards her lovers. Yunho of course knew this and loved to use it against her. Smiling ever so smugly, he inserted a second finger into her hole, his pace starting to pick up. Her breath hitched as she craned her neck back to rest her head on Mingi's shoulder, the latter taking the opportunity to plaster kisses on the side of her cheek.

"Do you like having Yunho's fingers inside of you babygirl?" He asked, lips brushing against her earlobe.

"Y-yes." She responded.

When her thighs tried to close, Mingi was quick to pry them back apart, his grip tight enough that they could leave prints on her skin.

"No babygirl, keep those pretty legs of yours open for Yunho."

Knowing exactly what to do to tip her over the edge, Yunho angled his fingers upward so they could rub at her sweet spot as he continued to wiggle his fingers inside of her. A third finger was added to the combination, which had the recipient crying out from the stretch.

"How on earth are you always so tight babygirl? It's like we don't fuck you enough." Yunho expressed, thumb circling on her nub with more detailed and faster motions.

The wet and sloppy sounds emanating from between her legs were like music to both men's ears. They enjoyed hearing how wet they could make her become, Mingi especially licked his lips as he saw how her folds started to glisten from all the arousal seeping out of her.

"Shit, her pussy looks so good. I can't wait to eat her out."

Shooting a smirk to his friend, Yunho worked his fingers deeper into his girlfriend's core, thrusting them sporadically in an effort to bring her closer to her high.

"Well just let me get her cum with my fingers and then I'll leave her in your hands..... or should I say mouth?"

Hearing them say what they were going to do to her made Y/N shudder. With eyes shut, her voice slightly broke into half cries half whimpers as she came on Yunho's fingers. Mingi's hold on her thighs prevented her from shutting her legs and thus making her orgasm feel more intense as it washed all throughout her body. Making sure to keep his fingers lodged inside until she came down from her high, Yunho gently leaned in to press a kiss on the corner of Y/N's mouth.

"Look babygirl."

Opening her eyes, she was met with the sight of Yunho's fingers pulling out of her heat. They were covered completely in her cum, leaving her surprised that she could produce that much from just his fingers. Keeping eye contact with her, he brought his fingers up to his lips and licked them clean.

"Oh Mingi, you're going to definitely enjoy eating her out." Yunho locked eyes with the other male, sending him a knowing wink.

"Then I guess I better not let her juices go to waste."

Moving her body so she could face him, Mingi layed down on his back and motioned for Y/N to move herself on top of his face, which she hesitated to do. Sensing what she was worried about, Mingi smiled at her.

"Baby, it's ok. I want to feel those thick thighs of yours on me. Now come over here and smother my face with your sweet pussy."

Getting help from Yunho who took hold of her arms, he placed her right on top of Mingi's face. Spreading her lips apart, Mingi's tongue came up to lick up the leftover arousal from Yunho's previous fingering session. Y/N couldn't help but gasp not just from the over sensitivity of her pussy, but from Mingi's warm mouth consuming her taste. Closing his eyes, Mingi lost himself in the sweetness her body had to offer. Flicking his tongue out, he made sure to pay close attention to her clit, circling the tip of his wet muscle around it. As if they had a mind of their own, Y/N's hips began to slowly grind down against Mingi's tongue movements. When she noticed what she was doing, she made an attempt to stop her motions.

"No babygirl. Show Mingi how much you enjoy having him eat you out. He told you to smother his face and that's what you're going to give him. After all, that is what he wants. Don't you Mingi?" Yunho piped up.

The man underneath Y/N responded with a muffled moan against her wetness. His hands clasped themselves on her ass, harshly slamming her down until her heat was covering the entirety of his face. Guiding her hips, he made her drag her core along his tongue over and over, slurping up every inch of tender flesh without leaving any patch dry. Y/N began panting, each stroke of Mingi's tongue making her fall deeper in that hazy state she had been in just moments ago while Yunho had his fingers knuckles deep in her. And both men knew it, they had learned and memorized each pitch of her sounds and every tick of her body to know what she liked and when she'd come crumbling down from the pleasure they gave her.

Knowing she needed a little encouragement, Yunho began peppering open mouth kisses along her neck as his fingers brushed along the sides of her waist.

"Go ahead love. Cum all over Mingi's face. Make a mess of his pretty face." He softly instructed her. A pleased grin framed Yunho's face as merely seconds later, Y/N fulfilled his command. Mingi groaned wildly as his face was smothered by her mound, her thighs trembling and clenching around his skull as another flood of her juices poured out onto his face. Making sure to lick up as much as possible, Mingi detached his mouth from her reddened folds with an audible pop, a proud smirk on his face that he was not wiping off at any moment.

Knowing she was still too worked up from her orgasm, Yunho carefully lifted her up into his arms. Gesturing for Mingi to follow, he carried her bridal style back inside their room, where he layed her down on the soft king sized bed. Stripping themselves out of their swimming trunks, the men whispered a few words amongst each other before reaching the decision of who got to have her first. The beaming look on Mingi's features answered her thoughts on who it was.

Setting himself right next to her, Mingi began stroking his already hard length.

"Come here baby. Hop your pretty self on top and ride me." He motioned for her to sit on top of him.

With hands pressed to his chest, Y/N slowly sunk herself down until his entire cock was safely nestled inside her. Hissing at the excruciatingly tight grip her tender flesh had on him, Mingi looked over to Yunho, who already had one hand wrapped tightly on his dick.

"We really should fuck her more often, she's unbelievably tight." His voice rasped out.

"Well why don't you do something about it? You're literally inside her idiot." Yunho reminded him rather agitated, anxious to get his own turn with his beloved girl.

With sharp cries, Y/N held onto the headboard in front of her as the man underneath her started pounding his hips up into her. Their moans were filling up the room, along with the slick sounds protruding from between their thighs, where they were connected. Yunho eagerly watched them, his hand working to stroke his twitching cock, making sure not to speed up in case he accidentally made himself cum. He knew he'd get his turn soon, but for the moment, he reveled at seeing the two individuals he cared about the most be so intimate with each other. He watched as their facial muscles started contorting and scrunching up with pleasure, their bodies starting to layer a thin sheen of sweat from the intensity of their love making.

Already vulnerable from the previous 2 orgasms, Y/N started to feel that familiar heat pooling in her lower abdomen, spreading under her skin and making her dizzy with lust. Mingi's pace turned slightly more rough. He loved watching as he made his girlfriend ride his cock, especially when he was blessed with the sight of her breasts bouncing right in front of him. He thought it was one of the most amazing sights to behold. Sensing that she was close given how worked out they had gotten her before and by the way her sounds grew more frantic, Mingi gripped at her sides to hold her down as he bucked his cock deep enough to have her crying out.

"That's it babygirl. Let yourself go. Cum all over me." He grunted at her, feeling himself reach his own brink from the frenetic pace he set for themselves.

With aching thighs, Y/N violently shook on top of him, vision darkening as her mind only payed attention to the sensation of her walls clamping around her lover's cock. Feeling overly constricted to the point of hurting in a most delicious grip, Mingi quickly pulled himself out of her core before any of his cum could start spilling inside her. With the help of his hand, he finished himself off by spurting drops of cum onto her thighs and stomach, some of them dripping off to land on the sheets underneath them.

"Oh my God." Mingi threw his head back onto the pillow behind him as he tried to steady his racing heart.

Finally seeing his cue to come in, Yunho fitted himself on the large king sized bed and carefully pulled Y/N off Mingi's lap to sat her on top of his own. Whereas Mingi preferred having her face him, Yunho opted to keep her facing away, pressing his chest onto her back. His voice gently shushed her whimpers as he sunk her down onto his overly endowed length. Fitting himself in her always took a little longer due to his size.

"You're doing so well baby." He cooed in her ear as he waited for her to adjust to him. Mingi was definitely right in exclaiming how tight she was, he himself was gritting his teeth at how hard her walls were squeezing at his shaft.

Knowing she was overly sensitive, clit swollen and folds puffed up, Yunho decided to go for a more slow and sensual pace. His hands gently rolled her hips to move on top of him, soft and blissful sighs being breathed out of their mouths. He made sure not to overwhelm her, and he himself wanted to enjoy the moment for as long as possible. When he heard her agitated moan, he let her relax on top of him as his hips took over. He was careful not to snap his hips too aggressively, still being gentle and precise with each thrust he shot up at her. With one hand sliding in between her legs, his fingers brushed against her pinkied clit before carefully circling around it.

"You're so beautiful my dear. Absolutely perfect." He murmured against her neck whilst his lips pressed tiny kisses on her warm skin.

Y/N gasped when she felt his pace slightly speed up, causing her body to jolt forward, which was stopped from falling when Yunho's arms held her in a tight embrace to keep her close to him. She knew she was definitely waking up sore the next morning, her thighs were already burning from cumming so much and from being bounced on top of two monster cocks that belonged to her tall boyfriends. Her 4th orgasm of the night slowly and silently crept up on her, rendering her almost numb to everything except the dull sting of her juices pouring out once more onto Yunho's cock. Even after she felt him pull out and coat her backside with his hot seed, she was still in hazy state, worn out after all the attention the two men bestowed upon them. The last thing she saw before passing out on the bed was Yunho's voice purring in her ear:

"Remember Mingi and I love you just the way you are..."

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hpimaginesandblurbs · 4 years ago

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harry with a mommy kink please 🥺 like you bend him over your lap and spanking him, make him a whining mess

pairing: harry potter x reader

warning(s): 18+, dom!reader, mommy kink, spanking, mentions of male masturbation, oral (female receiving), face sitting, orgasm denial

word count: 1.6k

a/n: this was literally just going to be a drabble but it turned into 1.6k words of pure sub!harry. enjoy!

“Undress,” you said to Harry, not even looking back at him, as you entered your room.

You heard the door shut behind you and an immediate shuffle of clothes being removed. You smirked to yourself, secretly pleased with the way this night was rolling out, but you couldn’t let him see that. Right now, you had to slip back into the role of very disappointed dom.

He knew it was coming from a mile away. That very morning, when you were going to hop into the shower with him to surprise him, you had caught him breaking one of your rules. One of his rules, that he had fully agreed to long ago, was that he couldn’t touch himself without your permission. But there he was in the shower, with his cock in his own hands and his head thrown back as he worked himself to release. He stopped the second his eyes landed on you through the glass, but it was already too late. Needless to say, he went to work on the edge and half hard.

When you finally turned around, you had already stripped yourself of your blouse and pants, he was fully naked and half hard. Perfect.

“Come,” you ordered from the spot you picked on the edge of the bed and he immediately walked over to you, coming to a stop between your spread legs. “You remember why you’re about to be punished, right?” You asked, a gentle tone in your voice as you watched the way he was already beginning to squirm. You reached a hand out to rub his hip, coaxing him into calming down.

“Yes,” he replied, swallowing harshly and doing his best at avoiding eye contact, opting to watch the spot where your hand met his body.

“Yes, what?”

“Y-yes, Mommy,” he said, his breathing beginning to deepen as his cock was steadily filling with blood.

“Good boy. Tell me why.”

“Because I touched myself without permission,” he spoke clearly, steeling himself against his nerves.

“Yeah, baby. You broke a rule. And you know what? I probably would have said yes if you had asked like a good boy. I never want you going to work needy and desperate for Mommy,” you explained, watching the way he flushed with embarrassment. Flushed at the thought that this all could have been avoided if he had just been good.

You pushed yourself back on the bed and rested against the pillows. “C’mere baby,” you coaxed, patting your lap gently.

He crawled onto the bed and placed himself across your lap, trapping his hard cock in between your thigh and his stomach. It was so hard that you couldn’t stop yourself from commenting on it.

“You better not cum during your punishment, you’ll only get yourself in more trouble baby.”

“Yes, Mommy,” he said, the beginning of a whine in his voice. It was cute the way he always got whiny when he was across your lap, so you never reprimanded him for it like you might if he was begging to cum.

“Good. Show me you can be a good boy. How many do you think you deserve?” You asked, your hand slowly making circles over the flesh of his ass.

“Ten,” he said hesitantly, shooting low. He knew it would never be only ten. He was far stronger than you were, so you knew you needed to add some extra to get your point across the way you intended.

“How about twenty? You can handle that, can’t you?” You cooed back, a hand squeezing the flesh of one of his cheeks just to feel the way he flinched against you.

“Yes, Mommy,” he replied, breathless with anticipation.

“I better hear you counting for me. Mommy would hate to lose her place,” you said teasingly, and just like that you started.

Slap after slap wailed down on his ass, slowly turning his skin a pretty shade of red. He dutifully counted each one, even through his gasps and whimpers as the numbers grew and the pain grew with it. His cock was leaking a steady stream of pre-cum against your thigh, only turning you on in return knowing that he was getting off on this. But you had to curb your own desires until you were done with step one of his punishment.

“Nine- nineteen,” he whimpered out. “It hurts, Mommy. Please,” he begged helplessly, his voice a high pitched whine now.

“Oh, I know baby. You’re doing so good. You can take one more for me, can’t you?” You praised, pausing for a moment to rub around his sore ass, making him flinch at the suddenly gentle contact.

You watched as he nodded and that’s all it took for you to crack your hand down on him one last time, his whole body shaking in your lap at the sharp pain.

“Twenty,” he practically shouted out, a sense of relief in his voice.

“Such a good boy for Mommy. You took that so good baby. We’re all done with that now,” you praised, slowly moving his body so he was off of you and laying on his stomach beside you.

You stroked his back gently as his breathing evened out, your body pressed close against his side just so he could feel you. You knew how much he hated being alone for even a second after something that intense, so you always made sure to stick extra close to him just in case.

Finally, his head turned to you and his eyes flicked up to yours. You could see the desire in his, wanting nothing more after his day than to get off inside of you, but that wasn’t quite in your plans for the night.

“You feeling okay, baby?” You asked softly, not wanting to go any further if he wasn’t ready.

“Yeah. Hurts, but I’m okay,” he replied, trying to subtly squirm his hips on the bed in an effort to give his cock the friction it needed, but you wouldn’t be having any of that.

“Good. Mommy still wants to play with you, baby. Now roll over,” you said, smacking his ass gently to make him jump but he eagerly followed your request. Your poor, sweet boy was rolling over with the anticipation of you sitting on his cock - his favorite thing. You couldn’t wait to see his face when he realized you’d be the only one getting off tonight.

You stripped yourself of your bra and panties, letting him take you in as you moved to straddle him. You inched your way up his body, letting your nails drag along his sides and his nipples to watch the goosebumps and shivers take over him. By the time your core was in front of his face, he was panting and on the verge of begging.

“Now be a good boy for Mommy. I want your hands on me or on the headboard the whole time, no touching yourself. Okay?” You told him.

“Yes, Mommy,” he replied readily, the look of desire in his eyes enough to make you even more wet. His hands hesitantly came up to grip your waist and with that, you dropped down.

He was an absolute savage. Since the beginning of your relationship you had always wondered who had taught him to do this or if he was just naturally gifted at eating a woman out. And everytime you’d ask he’d just laugh and give you an ambiguous answer, leading you to think he was some type of sex god.

He licked and sucked in all the right places, his tounge going back and forth between fucking into you and twirling around you clit. You were a moaning mess above him, unable to stop the moans and praise from spilling out of your body. He was hurtling you into your release, faster than he ever had you thought, his determined, skilled mouth doing wonders.

You came with a cry of his name followed by a litany of curses, grinding yourself down onto his mouth to ride yourself through it. His grip was harsh on your hips, holding you down so he could get every last drop of your release, greedily licking you until you were shaking.

You gently removed his hands from you and rose up on shaky legs, moving until you crashed down on the bed beside him.

“Thank you, baby. You did so good. Exactly what I needed,” you told him, a hand coming out to comb through his unruly hair.

“Can I cum now, Mommy?” He asked you, a little over eager but it was still charming.

You gave him a fond smile before slowly shaking your head. You watched as his face dropped and that desperation creeped right back into his eyes.

“No, baby. This is part of your punishment. You were bad this morning and bad boys don’t get to cum. You can cum in the morning, but right now it’s time for bed, okay? Go get ready,” you gently explained, finishing with a head nod in the direction of the bathroom.

You heard the small whine he tried to bite back, but you couldn’t miss the resentful look he gave his painfully hard cock before he rolled off the bed and padded his way into the bathroom.

“I’m coming with you in a minute so no funny business,” you called after him with a small giggle, stretching your legs and getting ready to follow him, wanting nothing more than to turn your baby’s frown upside down with some much needed kisses.

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akaashisupremacy · 4 years ago

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New Beginnings

Summary: Having broken off your engagement for an arranged marriage with Gojo, your relationship is in shreds. Will you be able to find peace in each other again?

Notes: Gojo Satoru is good-looking, all powerful and beyond good at his job. I’ve always wanted to explore something he struggles with

Gojo Satoru x reader

Multi-fandom Masterlist || HQ Masterlist || Ao3 version

Genre: ANGST AND PINING, exes to friends to ??, commitment issues lol (wc: 1.3k) tw: mention of blood, infedelity-ish

“Sensei, why are we heading to the infirmary?”

Right after Gojo Satoru arrived at the den Itadori Yuuji was staying, Kiyotaka burst in and whispered something in his ear. Gojo’s eyes widened and he immediately set off with Yuuji tailing him.

“What happened to her?” Gojo exclaims.

The three arrive at the infirmary to see you writhing in pain and screaming in agony. There is dark red blood on your side. Gojo looks like someone had been clawing nails at a chalkboard. He hates to see you like this.

Kiyotaka looks for a healer. Yuuji goes to hide. Gojo tries to undo your makeshift bandages. You’re in a blur of pain.

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The next thing you remember after your aborted mission is Gojo Satoru’s concerned eyes watching over you. You’re in the Jujutsu Tech infirmary. Your wound is still fresh as hell.

“She’s really beautiful, sensei.” Itadori Yuuji comments quietly from your bedside.

“She is.” Gojo agrees. Your eyes are closed, yet you sense his presence seated on a stool by your bed.

“Is she a former classmate?” Yuuji asks.

“Among other things. She used to be my fiancée too.”

Yuuji probably scrambles at his stance, “Your what????”

Gojo turns to him, “To be clear it wasn’t a love match. We were arranged to be married by our families by 21, but we broke it off.”

Whenever either of you say this, it always leaves more questions than answers.

Your eyes flicker open. You wince as you try to sit up. Gojo immediately reaches out to aid you. Your hands swat him away.

“Welcome back?” He cheekily greets.

You sniff and look the other way. Why did he have to work here?

Beside him is a young student with pink hair. He must be Yuuji.

“Go get her something to eat from the kitchens.” he tells his student, “Something gentle on the stomach and nutritious enough to get her strength back.”

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Seeing Gojo Satoru is a different kind of pain. You once thought you were to be married to this man. Because you knew it was your obligation to your family, you learned to love him.

You both enter Jujutsu Kaisen at 15, Gojo a year ahead. It was the most painful three years of your life. Gojo was a popular and inexorable flirt. His attention span for romances was short although he was never short on female attention.

He cared for you very much. He protected you, assured you and was one of your best friends, but you’ve come to accept that he could never love you romantically or be faithful. He just wasn’t interested.

It hurt you deeply of course. You had tried so hard to love him and he couldn’t do the same for you. Was something wrong with you? You felt deficient. You took the blame onto yourself.

When you were about to graduate, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

“Gojo, I’m going back home this Sunday, probably for the last time.” you approached him while he sat on a stone bench. He had just come back from a mission.

“Any reason it sounds so dramatic?’ he raised a brow.

“I’m breaking off our engagement to my clan leader.”

Gojo was so taken aback he didn't know how to react. His mouth hung open.

“You don’t love me and I don’t think you can.” you sighed, looking away.

Gojo fiddled with his hands, “I do, just not romantically.”

It bothered you that he loved you like family. How could you be married to him if he couldn't see you as more than a friend?

“I don’t know why you haven’t come up with this idea yourself honestly.” you frowned. You can feel yourself glaring more intensely than you had wanted to project.

A gentle gust of wind blew by, ruffling the hairs on your head.

“I have,” he quietly admitted, “But I was afraid you’d take it personally and I was trying to find a way to spare you the anguish.”

You shook your head and kicked a pebble, “There’s nothing you can do to spare me.”

“I’ll go with you. If you do this alone, your clan will exile you. Maybe if they see that it’s mutual maybe they’ll be kinder.” he resolved. The arranged marriage was important because it solidified an alliance between your families. Breaking it off meant you were essentially having your own insurgency against your clan.

But they weren’t kinder. You were still exiled. It was hardly a surprise. At least you were relieved of the prospects of loveless marriage.

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“Can you not watch me eat?” You weakly snap at him.

"I can see you’re still pissed at me.” he acknowledges saintly.

You angrily stuck your spoon on your porridge with all the strength you could muster

“Every time I see you I’m reminded of how I failed to make you love me,” your voice is peeling with emotion, “And how my clan kicked me out because of it.”

Gojo opens his mouth to talk, but nothing comes out. Instead he nods understandingly. He goes to grab you more water.

“Every time I see you hurt like this, it reminds me how I fail at protecting you too.” he murmurs, “I know we’re no longer engaged, but I can’t shake the feeling that I’m supposed to keep you from harm.”

He talks with his back away from you, as if you could see through him even without his eyes.

“You didn’t fail at anything,” he continues, “Things couldn’t work out between us because of me. I’ve long since known that I’m not into romantic relationships—at least not in the long term, monogamous way that leads to a wedding and a family. But if I could…I promise…it would be with you.”

“Maybe in a different life.” He adds, reigning in his emotion.

Your face softens at his words. You reach out to hold his hand and he holds you tenderly.

“I didn’t mean to cause you the pain that I have.” he whispers, his voice hoarse.

Tears fall down your eyes. You’ve always carried the blame on yourself. Hearing that from him lifts imaginable weight from your chest. You didn’t realize how badly you needed his apology.

He reaches into his pocket for a handkerchief and wipes away your tears.

“We’ve wasted so many years lost in our own pain.” you mumble back, looking away from him.

“We were too young to deal with the cards that we have been dealt then.” he replies, “You should be kinder to our younger selves.”

He lightly squeezes your hand and for a moment you’re both silent.

“Yeah, I guess I should.” you said with a small smile, “I wish we could press a reset button to start over.”

You hear footsteps entering the infirmary. Itadori Yuuji sees the two of you, hands still entangled in each other. He tries to walk back as if not having seen you.

You both pull away. Strangely you don’t feel embarrassed at all.

“Yuuji, go get a wheelchair. We’re taking our guest for a walk. It’s a beautiful day today.” he instructs, eyes still locked at you. Yuuji nods, glad to be sent away.

He turns to you grinning, “That kid was stunned at how beautiful you are. He told me so on the way back. He only likes Jennifer Lawrence so I guess you’re at par with her.”

You both chuckle and laugh.

“I’ve always wanted to be mistaken for a celebrity.”

“You’re more badass in real life though.” he tilts his head.

“You didn’t need him to get a wheelchair. I can try to walk.” you insist, pushing against the bed rails.

Gojo stands to help you, “The doctor clearly said you need to save your strength. You can walk when we get to the garden.”

“I can’t believe we’re bickering already.” you roll your eyes.

Gojo snorts. You crack a smile. He helps you swing your legs down the bed. Today you start anew, an attempt to reshape how your relationship should’ve been. Today, you finally get some new beginnings.

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hardcasey · 3 years ago

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A Drop in the Ocean

Won’t Fade into the Background - Part 8

Pairing: Monnk x F!Reader

Summary: Your a marine biologist working at an animal sanctuary when one morning an injured clone trooper washes up on the shore.

Word Count: 11.2k (please don't look at me)

Ratings/Warnings: T, contains a few graphic descriptions of injuries

A/N: Can you tell this got away from me? 🙃 Originally this was just supposed to be a fun mermaid-rescued-by-human AU inspired thing, and it ended much more plot-heavy than I expected. Ah, well. I hope you still enjoy it 💕

This fic ended up taking the most amount of research of any SW fic I've written. I tried to keep the CPR as close to reality as possible by taking my info from the Red Cross, but I'm not trained in CPR so please don't use this as medical advice.

“Commander!” a voice called, barely audible over the winds whipping past his ears. The dark grey waves churned beneath the floating platform Commander Monnk currently stood on, and he had to grab a nearby railing to keep from slipping on the slick surface as he turned to see who had called him. And he thought he’d earned his sea legs after all that time on Kamino - ha!

He immediately knew something was wrong as soon as he saw his General wasn’t wearing his trademark smile. Kit Fisto was nothing if not cool under pressure, always one to crack a joke to alleviate the mood, even in some of the most dire situations, so the stern expression he wore couldn’t mean anything but bad news.

“Sir?” Monnk stood at attention as the Nautolan jogged towards him.

“Change of plans, Commander.” Fisto held a holopad out to him. Monnk scanned the screen as Fisto continued, “Scanners have picked up a squadron of CIS ships headed our way. I want you to lead the evacuation while I-”

Fisto’s words were cut off by the roaring of an engine and the two men looked up just as a group of vulture droids broke through the clouds. One of them fired on a LAAT that had just taken off after dropping off fresh troops and supplies. The unprepared pilots could do nothing as one of the wings broke off, sending the ship spiraling down towards the platform.

The last thing Monnk saw was his General’s hand reaching out to grab him as he tumbled into the ocean amongst flaming pieces of metal.

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“Oi! It’s your turn to feed the aiwha.” Your coworker-slash-bunkmate told you with a nudge to the shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m getting up,” you mumbled, rubbing sleep from your eyes as you rolled out of your bunk. You normally didn’t mind getting up at the crack of dawn to feed the aiwha, but today you were not feeling it. It probably had to do with the grey clouds that hung low in the sky, casting everything in a dreary mood that made you want to sleep forever.

Still, you knew the animals needed to be fed no matter what, so you quickly tossed some clothes on and started preparing their breakfast. You prepared two buckets of fish, your nose scrunching up in disgust as you caught a whiff of their smell. It didn’t matter how long you’d worked here, you were sure you’d never really get used to it.

With a yawn, you grabbed a bucket in each hand and lugged them all the way out to the little cove where the aiwha gathered during feeding time. You were surprised when you found it empty. The aiwha knew when feeding time was and usually gathered by the water’s edge, making a whole lot of racket no matter what time of day.

You were starting to get worried when an aiwha, a young female you and your coworkers had nicknamed Ceti, popped up out of the water. She clicked at you frantically and jumped onto the ledge where you were standing, clicked at you some more, and jumped back in. She didn’t go very far, looping back around in the water to look back at you. She repeated this a few more times before you realized she was trying to get you to follow her.

You brought your comm up to your mouth. “Hey, Ceti seems agitated about something and wants me to follow her. I’ll keep you guys updated.”

“Roger. Just be careful, it rained last night and the rocks are slippery.” One of your coworkers responded, though you didn’t pause to figure out who, already jumping down onto the jetty and racing across the rocks. You’d climbed around on the jetty enough times to know exactly where to step, quickly following after Ceti, who looked back periodically to make sure if you were still following her.

You hopped down from the rocks onto the beach, ignoring the sand getting into your shoes as you turned a corner that led to the place the aiwha usually slept. Unsurprisingly, the rest of Ceti’s pod were there, all of them barking and squeaking nervously. As you got closer, you noticed that they were surrounding something that had washed up against the rocks. Some debris maybe? With the war raging so close to your little island sanctuary it wasn’t out of the ordinary. Pieces of scrap metal washed up along the beaches all the time now, though the aiwha normally didn’t get so agitated when that happened.

You jogged up to the pod, the members parting around you to reveal a body, face down and clad in white armor. That kicked you into overdrive, all the sleepiness now gone from your body raced over and knelt in the damp sand next to the body.

Please don’t be dead. Please, please don’t be dead. You repeated over and over in your mind and you scrambled to find a pulse. You sighed in relief when you finally found it, though it was terrifyingly weak.

With shaky hands, you clicked the button on your comm. “Uh, we’ve got a body here guys. Still alive but he’ll need medical attention. Can one of you bring the boat out to the aiwha sleeping grounds?”

There was a flurry of chatter on the comms, but you ignored everything after you had confirmation the boat was coming. Instead, you focused on the man in front of you, a GAR soldier by the look of his armor, though it looked slightly different than the standard armor you’d seen on the holonet.

The first thing to do was remove his helmet to check if he was still breathing. It looked like there had been a breathing apparatus attached to it at some point, but now the hoses that led to what was probably an oxygen tank were torn to shreds. You searched for an unlocking mechanism on the helmet and once you found it you gingerly pulled it off his head, using one hand to brace his neck in case he’d sustained any spinal injuries.

The first thing that struck you was how young he was. For some reason you’d been expecting a grizzled old war veteran, not a fresh-faced twenty-something. There were scars and worry lines etched into his brown skin, yes, but he still had that youthful look about him, even unconscious.

A piece of seaweed had gotten stuck under his helmet and you brushed it away from his cheek before leaning down to check his breathing. You felt puffs of air on your cheek, but each breath he took seemed like more of a gasp to you, so you laid him flat on his back and started chest compressions.

1… 2… 3…

The aiwha shuffled nervously around you, smart enough to give you space to work but still braying nervously. After counting to thirty, you lifted his chin up with and tilted his head back to open up his airway, before pinching his nose with one hand and delivering two rescue breaths.

After repeating this process for a third time, he finally sputtered to life, coughing up lungfuls of brackish water all over you. You rolled him onto his side, tucking his arms under his head to support it and pulling the leg closer to you out so his hip and knee made a ninety degree angle. You rubbed gentle circles on his back as he took huge, gasping breaths, greedily sucking in fresh oxygen.

“It’s gonna be okay. You’re okay,” you soothed, your voice barely above a whisper. “I can see the boat now, they’re almost here.”

You’d never felt so relieved as when the boat came into view. The captain - your boss - expertly pulled it up close to the rocks while two of your coworkers who were trained medics hopped out and rushed over. You moved aside to give them room, quickly filling them in on everything you knew.

The next hour or so was a blur, the boat ride back blending into the rush to the med bay, all around you voices shouting things, asking you questions you didn’t have the answer to. You weren’t a doctor, you’d just taken a CPR class in your spare time and happened to be at the right place at the right time. That still didn’t stop your coworkers from bombarding you with questions, and you weren’t sure how many times you repeated the story until your boss finally stepped in and told them to give you space. It wasn’t until you were sitting silently outside the medbay, slumped in an uncomfortable metal chair, that you realized you’d been clutching his helmet to your chest the whole time.

A storm must have rolled in at some point because a crack of thunder made you jump out of your seat, startling you out of whatever stupor you’d been in for Maker knew how many hours. You were exhausted and you wanted nothing more than to go to bed (even if you suspected it was still the middle of the day) but your mind couldn’t rest until you knew for sure that he was alright.

You watched with bleary eyes as sheets of rain fell against the windowpane, watching the churning grey sky as you tried to piece together your thoughts. You’d never actually had to rescue anyone before. The closest you’d been to an actual dire situation was when a lifeguard had to rescue a little girl who’d gotten caught in a rip tide at a beach back home. It was so different when you were the one who held someone else’s life in your hands. His lips had been so cold, his breathing so weak. He surely had hypothermia or something... that’s why it was taking so long for them to treat him, right?

Your eyes flickered to the double doors that led to the medbay and you stared hard, as if you could will them to open, bringing news of his full recovery. You wondered if you could just poke your head in to see what was going on, but you decided against it. Your boss had told you to stay outside to give the medics room to work and the last thing you wanted to do was to compromise the soldier’s recovery just because you were getting impatient.

You turned your gaze down towards the helmet in your lap, tracing the designs on it with your thumb. It was mainly white, with the sides painted an olive-brown color. Painted in the center of it was the face of what looked like a dragon or some kind of sea serpent. You idly wondered if he’d painted it by hand or used a stencil. Did the markings signify rank or was it just a design he thought looked cool?

Your musings were interrupted as your boss came through the double doors and you jumped to your feet, unable to sit any longer. He was an older twi’lek man, his blue lekku swinging behind him as he walked over to you.

“Is he okay?” you blurted out before he could so much as open his mouth.

Your boss placed a comforting hand on your shoulder before answering. “Yes, he just woke up. I thought you’d want to talk to him. He’s still weak and pretty confused, so be gentle and don’t go asking too many questions.” You’d worked for him long enough and he knew you quite well. You did have about a million questions ready to go, but you made a mental note to keep them to a minimum. There’d be time for questions later.

“Aye, aye, sir.” You responded, mustering up enough energy to even throw in a little salute.

Hand still on your shoulder, your boss started leading you through the medbay doors as he continued, “I’m gonna take some of the staff out to scout the area in case there are any more castaways. Before I go, I just wanted to tell you that you did good out there, kid. I know it was a stressful situation but you handled it exactly how you are supposed to. I’m proud of you. Feel free to take the rest of the day off.” He gave your shoulder a squeeze and patted you on the back before disappearing back through the double doors.

~~~

Monnk focus was broken from the medic filling him in on his injuries as someone stepped into the medbay, escorted by the twi’lek man who’d greeted him when he’d woken up. You stood quietly by the doors as you waited for the medic to finish, shuffling your feet as you tried to get a good look at him with bodies blocking your view. His eyes met yours and you froze for a second before ducking back out of view, your cheeks coloring ever so slightly.

“...Well let us know if you need anything. For now, you’ll need a lot of bed rest so your body can warm up and recover. If you're up for it, there’s someone who wants to talk to you. She’s the one who found you unconscious on the rocks and I think she wants to see if you’re doing okay.” The medic finished up his speech and stepped aside, gesturing for you to come closer before he and his companion cleared out of the room.

“Hi,” you greeted him with a small wave, the sleeve of your oversized sweatshirt covering your fingers. You quickly rolled it up and settled in a nearby chair, bringing your knees up and tucking them inside your sweatshirt. Monnk realized it was the same as the ones the medics had been wearing, and the twi’lek too. It was a simple red pullover emblazoned with letters that spelled out ‘M.A.R.F.’ above a stylized logo of some ocean waves.

“Hi,” Monnk responded, feeling bad that he couldn’t really sit up to talk to you. He was buried under a veritable mountain of blankets and his body was too weak to really move right now. “Thanks for the rescue, uh …” he trailed off, hoping you’d give him your name, which you did.

“They call me Monnk, nice to meet you,” he introduced himself with a smile he’d picked up from his general.

“How are you doing, Monnk?” you asked, and he was momentarily thrown by the genuine concern he saw in your eyes. He wondered what his brothers would think if they saw him now. They’d often spoken of how nice it would be to be fretted over by a pretty girl instead of dealing with the cold and uncaring medical droids they were usually stuck with.

“I’ve been better, to be honest. I’m exhausted and everything hurts, but I’d take that over being dead. How are you?” You had dark circles under your eyes and your hair was wild, strands sticking out every which way. He doubted he looked any better, but you looked like you’d been through the wringer.

“Me? I’m okay, just tired. I’ve, uh, never actually had to rescue someone before… it’s a lot more stressful than they make it out to be in the classes.”

Monnk offered a wry smile at that. He could relate. He’d trained his whole life for battle, but actually experiencing one for the first time was something completely different. He could still remember the confusion as he jumped out of the gunship at Geonosis, blaster bolts whizzing by him, people who he’d known his entire life, who he’d grown up with, gunned down next to him. The memory of it would stick with him forever.

“Do you mind filling me in on what happened? I’ve been able to piece some things together, but they didn’t tell me much.” Monnk asked. He still wasn’t sure exactly where he was other than it was some place near the ocean. How far away was he from General Fisto and the rest of his men?

You spent the next few minutes describing the events of this morning in detail. Monnk hadn’t realized just how close to death he’d really been. He was lucky he’d already put on his oxygen tank before the separatists attacked. Without it, likely would have drowned long before he washed up against the rocks.

“The aiwha found me?” He questioned once you’d finished. He was familiar with the animals, having encountered them many times in the waters below Tipoca City while he was still training to be a SCUBA trooper. Never up close - the Kaminoans kept them on too tight a leash to interact with any wildlife outside of what was strictly necessary for training - but he’d always admired the graceful way they would glide through the water. What was shocking to him though was the knowledge there were aiwha somewhere other than Kamino and he told you as much.

“Oh! Well the word ‘aiwha’ is used to describe a few different species of flying cetaceans across the galaxy. The word we use in Basic is actually a shortening of ‘air whale’, which is the direct translation of the Kaminoan word for them. The species we have here are a little different from the ones you’re probably familiar with from Kamino. They’re a little smaller and can’t really ‘fly’, it’s more like they skip across the surface of the water. There is actually some really cool research happening with a different species of aiwha on Manaan right now that-” You suddenly stopped yourself, pausing long enough to take the first breath since you started your explanation.

Monnk had been riveted by you as you spoke, the way your eyes twinkled and how your words carried such fondness for the creatures. His favorite part of his SCUBA training was when they got to learn about the various sea creatures they might encounter out in the field. He remembered the first time he’d learned of the Opee Sea Killer’s native to Naboo’s oceans. He’d been hungry to learn more that he’d stayed up all night with his brother Gree pouring over everything they could find in the archives. He’d even wanted to take on the name ‘Opee’ in honor of them, but someone had already beaten him to the punch. Listening to you talk about the aiwha so passionately brought him back to that time, where he was able to indulge in frivolous topics. Before the war had become the only thing he knew.

You rubbed the back of your neck and didn’t look at him as you apologized. “Sorry for droning on like that. I’m sure the last thing you want right now is to be lectured. It’s just that I spend most of my time around other people who are also into that kinda stuff, so I forget not everyone cares as much as we do.”

Monnk wanted to tell you that he could have listened to you talk about aiwha for hours, that the cadence of your voice had distracted him from every ache in his body, that the zeal with which you talked was actually kind of a turn on. But he didn’t, unable to find the right words to express those feelings to you. So instead he just nodded his head like a dumbass and said “It’s okay.”

~~~

You felt your ears get hot as the two of you sat in uncomfortable silence. Why’d you think it was a good idea to ramble on and on about aiwha to this soldier who had just had a near death experience? Maker, you were a dumbass.

You coughed uncomfortably to break the silence before hurriedly saying, “Well you’re probably tired, I’ll let you get some rest. Do you need anything before I go?” You stood, ready to race out of the medbay. You just need to get out of here, away from his steely gaze, his brown eyes holding an unspoken intelligence that didn’t quite match with his boyish face.

“No, I’m all good. But…” He trailed off, his eyes flicking down towards your chest like he had done when you first sat down. Was...was he staring at your tits? Something about that made you irrationally angry, adding to your already twisted up emotions. You were about to say something you would regret when he continued, “Um, what does MARF mean?” raising his finger to point down at your sweatshirt.

It took your mind a second to process the abrupt change in mood, and you blinked dumbly down at your sweatshirt, all of your anger dissipating, leaving you feeling like a deflated balloon. Oh, he just wanted to know what your shirt meant.

He must have mistaken your pause for annoyance because he quickly stuttered, “It-it’s just that everyone I’ve met is wearing the same thing and I-” Now it was his turn to be embarrassed, his cheeks flushing red.

You took pity on him and said, “It’s the name of this place - the organization I mean.” You gestured around broadly with your arms as if that would clarify. “The Maritime Animal Rescue Foundation, aka MARF. Apparently the word sounds much better in Ryl, at least according to our boss.”

“Oh,” Monnk said before barking out a laugh, the corners of his eyes wrinkling adorably. “I was scared I’d been picked up by a cult or something.”

Now it was your turn to laugh. “A cult?!” you asked incredulously.

“Now don’t look at me like that!” He quipped back, “I’ve heard of stranger things happening. A commando I know lost his memory after a battle and ended up working as a dishwasher in a restaurant until someone found him.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh.” Monnk flashed you a dazzling smile that almost knocked you off your feet, the kind that lit up his whole face.

“Is he...okay now?” You hoped you wouldn’t regret the question.

“Yeah he’s still kicking. Commandos are made of tough stuff.” There was a twinge of pride in the way he spoke that piqued your interest.

“Are you a commando?” You asked, leaning your hip against a nearby counter.

“No, but I’m a commander. Though I’ve worked with commandos in the past, since we’re both part of such highly specialized units.” He clarified.

“What do you mean? Sorry I don’t know anything about the military and how it works.” You confessed. The war had been a far off, nebulous thing to you until very recently and you hadn’t educated yourself on anything about it, other than the sort of things one could glean from the holonet.

“No worries. Specialized units are ones that have jobs that require specific training, like rocket troopers or jet troopers.”

“Like a bomb squad?” You asked, trying to follow along. If he had to listen to you ramble, you could at least do the same for him.

“Exactly. Clones set to serve in the bomb squad for example would get extra training to learn how to detect and disarm bombs, hence why they are considered a specialized unit.”

You took a moment to absorb everything he was telling you. “Wait, you said clones are set to serve in specific units. Does that mean you are trained for that job from birth or do you get to choose?”

“Kinda. I don’t know exactly how the Kaminoans select what trooper will do what. It’s not like they knew I’d be a SCUBA trooper as soon as they decanted me, but early on they must have recognized something in me that they thought would be a good fit for the job and I started special training along with my regular training.”

“...Decanted?” you asked hesitantly, unsure if you really wanted to know the answer.

Monnk barked out a laugh at your question. “Yeah, they grow us in little tubes. It’s called decanting when they take us out.”

“Do you celebrate a decant day instead of a birthday?” You questioned, half trying to make a joke and half genuinely curious.

“Not really. They don’t tell us exactly which day we were ‘born’ so it’s hard to celebrate, though I’m sure they keep records somewhere even if none of us could access them. Instead of birthdays, the closest thing we have is the day we graduate and deploy from Kamino, since it's the first time we really get access to the outside world and, y’know, calendars.”

“Hmmm, that’s interesting.” You didn’t really mean for it to sound so dismissive, but you didn’t know what else to say to that. Honestly, you had never given a second thought to the idea that the GAR was made up entirely of clones, never considered what that really meant. Millions of babies grown from tubes, trained to be soldiers and nothing more, never allowed to be their own person despite having their own personalities. It was… disturbing, to say the least, and you felt guilty for being so dismissive of it all in the past.

The conversation seemed to have fizzled out at that point, so you decided now would be the best time to leave and let him get some rest. “Well, I’m sure you’re tired. I’ll get out of your hair so you can get some sleep and let your body heal.”

“Yeah, uh, thanks. It was nice talking to you. And thanks again for saving me.”

“Anytime,” you added with a wry chuckle, but your joke fell flat, making you cringe inwardly. It was time for you to get some rest, too.

You left the med bay without another word and trudged towards your room, flopping down on the bunk with a deep sigh. Your roommate poked her head over the edge of her bunk, wanting to check in on you, but one look at your haggard face and she could tell you were in no mood to talk.

Laying down in your bunk, you wanted nothing more than to fall asleep, but your thoughts swirled around in your head like the storm raging outside. You didn’t know how to feel about this soldier you had rescued. He was making you reconsider things you didn’t even want to think about in the first place. You’d never considered the war outside of how it affected you, your immediate circle of friends, and the animals you worked with, but now there was this unexpectedly dark moral component to it that was weighing on you. Should you go out and start protesting the treatment of the clones in the same way you’d gone and protested against the war’s destruction of the ecosystem? Did the clones even see themselves like that, in need of saving from the war machine? You weren’t sure, not that it kept you from asking those questions over and over again.

Not only that, but you felt like things could have gone better with him personally. There were times where your conversation had been good, but also times where it was awkward and stilted. You’d assumed the worst of him when he was just trying to read your sweatshirt. What was wrong with you? Maybe the two of you could start over tomorrow once you had a good night’s sleep. Yeah, you were just exhausted and sleep deprived, that’s why you made such a bad impression, but you could start over tomorrow.

~~~

You woke up from a fitful sleep, feeling refreshed but not as much as you wanted to be. Still, you pushed yourself out of bed and went to go search for some breakfast, only to catch the sound of a heated conversation coming from the med bay.

Your mind was filled with thoughts of worst case scenarios as you rushed towards the double doors. He had gotten worse in his sleep and was on death’s door again or he had developed an infection or something. By the time you made it into the med bay proper your heart was pounding in your chest, and you were relieved to see Monnk alert and sitting up in bed. No, he was trying to get out of the bed, and your boss and some of the medics were trying to keep him from standing up.

“We can’t even send a message to the troops on planet, what with this storm outside. It’s screwing with our comms and we can’t get a signal in or out.” Your boss tried to explain to the trooper struggling in his grasp, though his words seemed to fall on deaf ears. “You’ll just have to stay put for now, which is good because you’re still healing anyway.”

“Just let me try to call them, please. I need to get back to my men!” Monnk remained obstinate, wriggling around to try and free himself, though he wasn’t making much progress.

“Even if we get a message out to them, what then? You said they were preparing for a battle, right? So how could they spare a ship to come pick you up, especially with this storm?” Your boss attempted to convince Monnk, who was still not swayed. He twisted his torso to try and wrench free of their grasp, only to wince and clutch at his side.

“I warned you that if you moved around too much you’d open up your wounds again,” one of the medics scolded him as they fussed with his bandages, peeling them away to reveal a fresh trail of red dripping down his side from a cut covered in an old bacta patch. The medic replaced that one with a new one and promptly covered it with fresh bandages and you didn’t miss the way their mouth curved into a scowl as soon as they turned away.

Without a beat, Monnk started right back where he left off. “You could bring me to them on your boat, then! It isn’t-” His words were cut off as your boss balked at him, his head flinching backwards with a scoff.

“I’m going to stop you right there. We’ve shown you tremendous hospitality already, saving your life, feeding you. Even treating you with our last few bacta patches despite how ungrateful and careless you seem to be about them. I will not put the lives of myself or my workers in danger for you or your kriffing military.” Your boss turned on his heel and stomped out of the med bay, the two medics following close on his heels, leaving you and him alone.

The shock written on Monnk’s face mirrored how you felt. You’d never seen your boss get so angry before. He was always a kind and soft spoken man and not quick to anger, so his outburst surprised you, though you couldn’t pretend you didn’t know where he was coming from.

Monnk stared at the med bay doors, eyes wide and lips parted slightly. You weren’t sure he knew you were even there, so you cleared your throat quietly and his eyes snapped over to you.

“Hey, uh, are you hungry? We can go get some breakfast together or something.” You didn’t really know what to say to him - a feeling that was becoming all too familiar - so you just decided to change the subject. That was always easier.

“Sure,” he mumbled, running a hand through his hair and making it stick up every which way.

You helped him hop down from the bed and found him a shirt to wear before leading him into the kitchen and poured two bowls of cereal. You handed one to him and the two of you ate in silence, leaning against the counter side by side, so close that his arm hairs tickled your skin whenever he brought the spoon up to his mouth. Instead of moving away, you peeked at him from the corner of your eye and found him staring pensively down into his bowl, his eyes faraway. Once you were both done he helped you clean the dishes, drying each with a hand towel as you handed them to him.

“Want to help me feed the aiwha?” You asked as you handed him the last spoon.

At his agreement, you guided him out of the building and towards the cove where the aiwha had gathered for feeding time, all of them barking playfully and splashing about as soon as they caught sight of you. You led him into the nearby shed where the fish was stored, giving him one bucket filled with fish before gathering one for yourself.

“Okay, so we're gonna give each of them about six or seven fish. Sound good?” you looked over to him to see his eyes sparkling with excitement, which made your lips turn up into a small smile.

“Yes! Is there a specific way to feed them?”

“Just grab the fish by its tail and drop them in their mouths. They have teeth, and even if they aren’t super sharp, just be careful and keep your fingers away from them. Sometimes they can get excitable during feeding time.”

The two of you lugged your bucket of fish towards the edge of the water where ten hungry aiwha waited impatiently, slapping the water with their fins and creating little waves. “Okay, grab one fish at a time and feed it to this girl here,” you pointed to the oldest female of the pod, who also happened to be the biggest out of all of them. “She’s the matriarch of the pod and gets grumpy if she isn’t fed first.”

Monnk fed her four fish, laughing each time she gobbled them up. Once she had eaten her fill she dived back down into the water, resurfacing a ways away to watch the proceedings from afar. The two of you spend the next half hour like that, taking turns feeding the aiwha as you shared details about each one’s personality. One liked to splash you when you got into the water with him. Another just had a baby a few weeks ago. After each member was fed, they moved back out to deeper waters to go play with one another until there was only one left.

“And this one is Ceti. She’s the one who led me to you yesterday. She’s a very good girl, yes she is” you cooed as you gave her a kiss on her snout.

Monnk chuckled as he watched you interact with your favorite aiwha. “She seems like it. Thank you for helping me, Ceti.” Monnk leaned towards her to give her a pat on the head, but Ceti had different ideas, using her fins to propel herself out of the water enough so she could bump her nose against his cheek.

“Awe, she gave you a little kiss,” you giggled as his hand flew up to the wet spot on his cheek. He blinked in surprise for a moment before his face broke out into that award winning smile you’d seen briefly yesterday.

Ceti barked and clicked at the both of you a few times before joining the rest of her family in their frolicking. The two of you settled down by the edge of the water, rolling your pants up and sticking your feet in the water.

~~~

“So this is your job? You feed aiwha?” Monnk asked after a moment of silence as the two of you watched the aiwha play.

“Uh-huh,” you nodded at him, “I’m mainly in charge of the aiwha, though sometimes I take care of other animals here too. There are some inside the building that we keep in tanks, but the aiwha are too big for that. My main job is feeding them twice a day - which usually takes twice as long without help - but I also train them to follow certain commands. I’ve actually gotten close enough with Ceti that she’s let me ride on her back,” you beamed, and Monnk could tell how much that meant to you.

“Why do you need to take care of them? Are they sick or something?” He asked.

You gave him a funny look for a second before answering. “They’re not sick, but we had to rescue them and relocate them here when their habitat was destroyed. All of the battles from the war really took their toll. Pollutants in the water as well as large scale wreckage basically killed the ecosystem in the part of the ocean they lived in. We were getting a lot of dead aiwha washed up on our beaches, most due to starvation since the fish they eat have largely been killed or have moved away. My boss made the decision to bring this pod to our sanctuary about a year ago. We’re not sure yet if we’ll be able to release them back in the wild since they’re so used to interacting with people now, but hopefully by the end of the war we’ll either be bringing them or their babies back into the wild so their numbers start increasing again.”

“Oh,” was all Monnk could say as she absorbed what you were telling him. Tears welled in his eyes and he felt a pit form in his stomach as the realization that that the Republic, that they, were at least partially to blame for the destruction of the environment and for killing much of the planet’s wildlife. “I-I didn’t know,” he said pathetically, his voice barely above a whisper.

He felt a hand come to rest on his shoulder. “It’s okay. I know you didn’t know. I doubt that military command is really keeping their soldiers informed of the ecological damage the war has caused. Don’t blame yourself,” you finished, rubbing small circles into his skin with your thumb.

“Still… I can’t help but feel responsible,” he sighed, hanging his head to look at his hands as he fiddled them in his lap. “I guess it puts this morning into perspective. I feel awful about that. I didn’t mean to seem ungrateful for anything. I mean you all saved my life, of course I’m grateful for that.”

“Well, honestly, I think my boss went too far saying that to you. He was taking his anger at the Republic out on you, which isn’t fair. You’re not the one responsible for the bacta shortage either.” Monnk must have given you a confused look because you clarified, “The Republic has been commandeering a large portion of the bacta supply for the war effort and it’s been harder and harder to restock our supplies whenever we go back to the mainland. It’s been a big stressor for him - for all of us really- considering how isolated we are. If anyone were to get hurt here it would take at least an hour to get medical attention on the mainland, so having a large stock of medical supplies is something that helps us sleep better at night. But again, it’s not your fault supplies are scarce and it’s not your fault you were hurt. It wasn’t right of him to pin that blame on you.”

“I feel like such a fool right now. I’ve never thought about where the GAR’s medical supplies come from before. I’ve just been thankful it was there whenever one of my men got hurt. And I never thought about what happens to the wreckage after a battle or what the fighting does to the environment, even though it is so obvious now.” He clenched his fist so hard he felt his nails dig into his palm. He felt a hot tear slip down his cheek and he was thankful it was on the opposite side to you so he brush it away with his shoulder without you seeing.

You didn’t say anything for a moment. “Can I be honest with you, Monnk? Yesterday, when you were telling me about how you and your brothers were made, I felt the same way. I’d never considered what it really meant when they called you clones, where you came from, how you were raised, any of it. And I feel awful for being so ignorant, for thinking you were barely different from droids instead of considering you all as living, breathing humans each with your own personalities. I’m not exactly sure why I’m telling you this, but I guess I want you to know that we’re in the same boat, so to speak.”

Despite the emotions churning inside of him, your confession managed to make him crack a small smile. He leaned against you and you scooted closer to get into a better position, tucking his head under your cheek as his hand found yours, your fingers intertwining. He wasn’t sure why he did it, but the feeling of your breath against his temple was soothing and maybe that was enough for now. At least the tightness in his chest had loosened somewhat.

Neither of you said anything for a while, instead just sitting next to each other with your eyes closed, lost in your own thoughts as you listened to the sky rumbling and the aiwha splashing around in the water. Eventually you broke the silence to ask, “Why are you in such a rush to get back?”

“It’s my duty as a commander to be there for my men. Last I left them we were preparing for a large scale invasion of a Separatist factory that manufactures hydroid medusas - these awful cyborg creatures that are incredibly hard to kill. I couldn’t handle if they were out there dying while I’m here lazing about in bed. And they always taught us on Kamino that you should do everything in your power to get back to your unit if you're separated from them. That’s why I asked about the boat, though I see now that I was asking for way too much.”

You pulled your head away to look at him. “Monnk, you almost died yesterday. You need rest in order to heal, it’s not being lazy. Okay?” You waited for him to nod at you before continuing, “However… if it’s really that important for you to get back to your men, then I have an idea of how to get you there, but we have to wait until the night to do it. And you have to promise me you’ll stay in bed all day and get your rest. I can keep you company if you want.”

~~~

It was half past midnight and you laid awake in your bunk, staring into the darkness as you waited for the sound of your roommate’s snores. You’d given up trying to get some shut-eye long ago, too wired to even think about sleep. Besides, you had gotten in a good nap earlier in the day as you sat by Monnk’s bedside and kept him company. He’d tried grilling you for more information about your plan, but all you’d told him was you’d come get him and fill him in after everyone went to bed.

When you were sure your roommate was asleep, you stealthily slipped out of bed and out into the hallway, an empty glass in your hand so you could say you were getting some water in case you ran into anyone. Luckily for you, the halls were empty and you hurried into the medbay.

Monnk was already up and starting to pull on his gear when you snuck through the doors, making you sigh before rushing over to help him into his wetsuit. He tried to protest but you cut him off. “You’re going to hurt yourself if you try to do it by yourself. You’ll need to save all your strength for later tonight.” You smoothed away the curly hairs at the nape of his neck to make sure they didn’t get caught in the zipper. “I’ll try to get you as close to your people as possible, but that may be difficult if the fighting has started. You may need to swim or climb a little bit.”

Monnk turned around to face you and there was a pregnant pause as both of you realized just how close you were to each other, your chests millimeters away from touching. He swallowed hard and quickly turned to grab a piece of his armor and tugged it on. You helped him as needed, only offering your assistance with pieces you knew he would struggle with.

“How are we getting there? We stealing your boss’s boat?” Monnk asked as he fastened one of his pauldrons in place.

“No, he keeps the keys in his room when he sleeps ever since one of his employees tried going on a drunken joy ride. We’re gonna use the aiwha.”

He paused what he was doing to give you a skeptical look. “Seriously?”

“Yes! They’re faster than boats, and stealthier too, since they can go underwater.”

“How long ago did you say one of them let you ride her?” he asked with a quirk of his eyebrow.

“It was five months ago, but Ceti is very smart and I trust her. And you’re gonna have to trust me because you don’t have any better options.”

“Fine,” he sighed before tugging on his helmet. “You’ll need a wetsuit too, right?”

“Yeah, the closet where we keep them is right around the corner. Can you keep watch while I change into it?” You asked him as the two of you crept towards the door, pressing your ear to the side to listen for any movement. When you heard none, you took the lead and ushered him down the hallway, making sure to avoid any squeaky floorboards as you tiptoed to the closet. Monnk was surprisingly agile and stealthy despite the clunky armor he wore.

You ducked into the closet while Monnk stood posted outside and quickly stripped off your clothes, balling them up and haphazardly shoving them into a cabinet. If you were lucky you’d be back to collect them before anyone was any the wiser. You hadn’t been able to sneak on your bathing suit so you were stuck with just your regular bra and panties underneath it, not ideal but it would have to do. You had pulled the wetsuit up to your waist when the door suddenly opened and Monnk stepped in, pressing a finger to your lips and indicating you should stand still.

You tried not to think of the fact you were only clad in your bra from the waist up, or the fact that you were basically pressed up against him due to the cramped space of the storage closet. It took a few seconds for you to calm down enough to hear the footsteps making their way down the hallway over the beating of your heart. The sound of door with a squeaky hinge told you whoever was outside had just stepped into the bathroom, and the two of you waited in perfect silence for the sounds of the toilet flushing and the faucet running. For his part, Monnk was trying to look anywhere else but straight down, his eyes flickering around wildly in the dim light. It was only when you were both sure the person outside was long gone that you both allowed yourselves to breathe, and you barely had time to blink before Monnk was running back outside. As you tugged the rest of the wetsuit on, you wondered if he’d ever seen a woman naked before, or if the soldiers weren’t allowed the free time that was usually required for those sorts of activities.

Once you were ready to go, you made your way to the cove where you had fed the aiwha earlier today. None of them were around, but you’d expected that and brought the whistle you used to train them up to your lips. The sound it made was too high for human ears, but aiwha could hear it just fine and it only took a couple minutes before Ceti was splashing up to you.

You waded into the water next to her and gave her a few pats before saying, “Hi there, girl. I’m gonna need you to give me and my friend here a ride. Can you do that? There’s fish in it for you when we get back.”

Ceti didn’t have to think twice and gave you a little chirp of affirmation before moving to shallower water so both you and Monnk could climb on her back. You sat in front while Monnk wrapped his arms around you, and as Ceti swam out into the open ocean, you tried not to think of how nice it felt to be held in his arms.

No! Now was not the time for romantic flights of fancy, it was time for a clandestine operation into the middle of a warzone. Still, as you were pelted by cold rain and ocean spray, the warmth against your back felt nice, even through the plastoid armor he wore.

Ceti raced across the waves, with you guiding her as Monnk gave you directions, his helmet pressed up against your ear so you could hear him over the sound of the storm and the churning ocean. He had surprisingly good navigational skills, somehow able to determine which way was north despite no obvious signs that you knew of. When you shouted over your shoulder to ask him about it, his only explanation was that he’d studied maps of the planet extensively when preparing for the invasion. It still didn’t explain how he could tell what direction you were going without any visible stars, but you didn’t question it, chalking it up to his super soldier training.

It felt like you travelled for hours, with waves crashing over you and wind whipping across your face, but you eventually caught a glimpse of a large platform in the water a ways away from you, the lights of ships and military vehicles twinkling in the distance. As you got closer you also were able to hear the telltale sounds of battle: the roar of starship engines and shots of blaster fire rang in your ears. You had no idea it would be so loud, and you were still nowhere near the center of the fighting.

You indicated for Ceti to slow down while you tried to come up with the best way to approach without getting yourself exploded. You tensed as two starships zipped past you overhead, engaged in a dogfight as one tried to keep the other away from the platform, the plasma bolts they fired that missed their targets careening into the dark waters a few meters away from you.

Monnk squeezed your shoulder. “Are you okay? I know it can be a lot experiencing your first battle in person.”

You tried not to think of the deeper meaning in his words, tried not to think of an even younger Monnk running headfirst into his first real battle, and instead reassured him you were fine. You could tell he didn’t really believe you but he thankfully dropped it. You wondered how many times he’d had this same conversation before, with other new clones getting their first taste of war.

“We should probably go underwater from here. There is probably some fighting going on down there, too, but most of it should be concentrated in the direction facing the factory.” He pointed to the left of the platform to indicate where he was talking about. “If we come in from the side we should be fine, but be prepared for anything.”

You gritted your teeth and steeled your nerves before saying, “Aye, aye, Commander.”

His hand found your shoulder again and turned you so that you were looking at him. “You know you don’t have to do this, right? I can swim to the platform or we can just turn back. It’s not worth risking your life. Or Ceti’s.”

“I can do this. We’ve already come this far. I at least want to get you closer to the platform. I’m not letting you swim that far when you're injured.”

“Okay. And thank you again, for everything.” He said, pressing his forehead to yours for a moment. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before nodding at him that you were ready and pulling your oxygen mask and goggles on.

Without further ado, you told Ceti to dive and she was off, racing towards your destination beneath the waves. It was harder to see here, but flashes of light from both above and below lit your path. As you got closer, you could make out the shapes of people in the water as well as huge armored jellyfish looking creatures that floated up from the deep, firing massive cannons at the lines of what you assumed were clone troopers. Hydroid Medusas, Monnk had called them. It took you only a few seconds of watching them in action to understand why it was so important to destroy their production plant.

Monnk guided you through the water, using hand signals to indicate when you needed to turn or dive deeper. He did a good job avoiding blaster fire as it rained down from the sky and streaked past you under the waves. The last leg of the journey probably took a few minutes tops, but it felt like hours, everything around you serving to mess up your senses and fray your nerves. You weren’t sure when it happened but at some point Monnk’s hand had found yours and you were squeezing it as if it was your only lifeline, the only thing anchoring you amongst the chaos.

Ceti surfaced next to the pylon, which had a long ladder leading up to the top. Monnk maneuvered around you and grabbed onto the bottom rung, turning back to you to say, “When you head back, go in the direction opposite the fighting before looping back the way we came. Stay low in the water so you’ll have time to dodge any stray bolts from the gunships, though I didn’t see any in that direction.”

And with that, it seemed like your time with him was up as he grabbed hold of another rung and hoisted himself up. But it felt wrong to just leave it like that, and before you could think better of it you were saying, “Monnk, wait!”

He turned around to look at you and maybe it was because you probably wouldn’t see him again, but you did something reckless, something you wanted to do since the beginning. You grabbed a hold of his helmet and tugged it up enough to reveal his lips before crashing your against them.

The kiss was messy and wet, despite it being relatively chaste. He tasted like salt and water streamed down both of your faces and into your mouth, your nose mushing up awkwardly against the rim of his helmet. Not that you cared. His lips were soft and warm and felt right against yours - that’s all that mattered in the moment.

He eventually broke away from the kiss, but not before his hand cupped your cheek and his thumb traced along your nose tenderly. You pulled his bucket back over his chin and settled back down as you watched Monnk climb up the ladder. Rain pelted down against your face, but you didn’t look away until you were sure he made it to the top. As he disappeared over the edge of the platform, you hoped beyond all reason you would get to see him again.

~~~

Sunlight warmed your face and shoulders and you had your feet dipped in the water as you watched your coworkers train the aiwha. Your boss was more than a little angry at you for sneaking off and putting yourself or Ceti in danger and had benched you for at least two week, maybe more depending on how your therapy sessions went. Your impulsive actions were attributed to PTSD from Monnk’s rescue and a caveat for keeping your job was bi-weekly meetings with a therapist over holocall. Until then you weren’t allowed to interact with any of the animals as they hadn’t yet determined if you still posed a risk to them.

In all honesty, you felt the punishments were more than fair, all things considered. You’d prepared yourself on the ride back to be fired on the spot, and really the only reason you weren’t was because your boss was a kind man and you’d worked with him for a long time. Privately, he had told you that he understood why you’d done what you did and knew you were not a threat to the animals, but he didn’t want any of the younger staff getting any ideas. You were fine with being made an example of and you knew you’d make the same choice if given the chance.

You’d had quite a few discussions with your therapist about Monnk and about the clones in general. You still thought about him almost every day. Sometimes you would wonder what he was doing at that exact moment, if he was still on planet and looking up at the same clouds, breathing in the same balmy sea air. You just couldn’t seem to get over him, despite really only knowing him for a few days. Your therapist suggested you try and contact him and keep in touch, but you were hesitant to. He was a commander in the middle of a war, and you were some lovesick girl that couldn’t get over him. It was better for everyone if he just remained something that could have been, a fantasy you could indulge in on lonely nights, alone in your bunk and wishing for a companion to snuggle up to.

So it came as a surprise when you spotted a ship cresting over the waves towards your little island sanctuary, a Republic flag fluttering in the wind atop it’s mast. By the time it had docked, almost everyone had gathered around, your boss stepping to the front to greet the visitors.

A clone sporting armor similar to Monnk’s, though the serpent design was on his shoulder instead of his forehead, stepped out of the boat and introduced himself. “I’m Sargent Atoll of the 7th SCUBA Company.” His voice was so similar to Monnk’s that a pang of longing wedged itself in your chest, and you couldn’t help scanning through the other clones to see if he was there somewhere, though you came up empty. “I’m here to deliver some medical supplies to you, as a thank you from the Republic for helping return our commander to us.”

“Oh,” your boss looked around for a moment in disbelief, “that is very kind, thank you.”

The next ten minutes were spent looking on as the clones unloaded crates from the ship, refusing any offers for help and insisting they do it themselves. By the time they were finished, the med bay was full to the gills with everything a medic could want, bacta patches, bacta shots, bacta spray, and, most surprisingly, a medical droid. It was a smaller model, with long arms ending in articulated fingers and it had no legs, instead hovering in place with a pair of propulsors where it’s legs would be. It’s large, owl-ish eyes blinked to life and it introduced itself with a ridiculously long string of numbers. You’d have to come up with a nickname for it later.

Now, though, everyone thanked the clones, telling them to pass their regards onto their general and commander. Sergeant Atoll was just about to climb aboard, the boat’s engine already rumbling to life, when you suddenly shouted, “Wait!”

All eyes were on you as you gracelessly yanked your MARF sweatshirt over your head and handed it to Atoll. “Can you give this to Commander Monnk? As something to remember me by?”

Atoll looked down at the fabric you’d shoved in his hands, then back up to you before saying, “Yes, ma’am,” and giving you a salute.

You wanted nothing more to go with them, just so you could see Monnk one last time. But they were soldiers heading back to a war, there was no place for you among them. So you sat down at the edge of the dock and you watched them leave, a feeling of longing bubbling up inside you as their boat shrunk into the horizon.

~~~

Epilogue: 18 BBY

Monnk stood by the docks, a duffle bag slung over his shoulder. He checked his comm again, making sure he had the time right. It told him it was 12pm sharp, meaning the MARF boat should be pulling up any minute now. Wednesdays were the days they made the long trip to the mainland to pick up supplies for the coming week. Even though he’d been told they’d meet him here, he was still nervous. Nervous he got the place or time wrong. Nervous something had happened on the trip over.

Nervous you wouldn’t want to see him again.

When General Fisto had first thrown out the idea of working for MARF after the war was over, he’d been skeptical. The war seemed like it was going to go on forever, until one day it ended with little fanfare or any particular reason. But he was still a soldier and just because hostilities ended didn’t mean his job war over, far from it. For the next year he worked aid missions to those who’d been affected by the fighting, fighting for clone citizenship, making sure his brothers were settling in to their new positions, whether they be in the military or in civilian jobs. But soon that work slowed down to a trickle, and he once again had to face the question of what he was going to do after the war. His skillset was so specialized and there weren’t many jobs looking for someone with extensive SCUBA experience, and the war had exhausted him so much and he just wanted to get away from military life for a while. He’d been throwing around the idea of going to school and getting an education in something more useful, a path many of his brothers had opted for, when General Fisto again brought up the idea of joining MARF.

The idea had been tempting to him. Not just because of you, but also because he had always dreamed of being a marine biologist and studying animals. But would they even consider him? He hadn’t exactly left on the best of terms, getting into a huge fight with the owner and running away in the middle of the night. Sure, the supplies they sent did some damage control, but how much? General Fisto had assured him that everything would be fine, made a few calls, and by that time next week was telling Monnk that a position was open if he wanted it. It had been an easy choice, but that still didn’t stop him from second guessing himself as he stood there on the docks, waiting.

A boat that he didn’t recognize pulled into the harbor and docked nearby. He was about to dismiss it and turn back to scanning the horizon when he caught a glimpse of blue lekku on the deck. The colors were more muted due to old age, but he recognized the owner of the sanctuary as he climbed out of the boat before turning around to help someone else out.

Monnk’s heart skipped a beat as he saw you haul yourself out of the boat. It had been years, but you still looked exactly the same. Same outfit, complete with a similar sweatshirt to the one tucked into the bottom of his bag. Same wild, windswept hair. Same smile as your boss cracked a joke and you elbowed him playfully. Part of Monnk had expected you to be radically different, expected the vision of you that he had clung to through this terrible war to be shattered in some way. He’d come out of the other end a radically different man, older, with more scars and age lines and a more cynical outlook on life. It was a small comfort to know the war hadn’t corrupted everything.

He caught snippets of your conversation as you made your way up the docks.

“Why exactly did I have to come here again?” you groused, folding your arms into the pocket in the front of your sweatshirt to protect them from the sharp wind blowing off the water.

“I need you to carry some of the things we’re picking up. I’m an old man now, doc says I can’t do any heavy lifting,” your boss said with a chuckle. “Besides, we’re also picking up a new crew member. Since you’ll be the one training him, I thought it would be nice if you helped me welcome him.” The twi’lek’s eyes scanned the crowd and landed directly on him. He flashed Monnk a smile before announcing, “Oh, there he is now. Let’s say hi.”

You turned in the direction your boss was pointing and froze in place, your eyes going wide and your mouth falling open in disbelief. Monnk stood up straighter as soon as your attention was on him, feeling as if he was in the middle of a random inspection and wanting to look his best.

“Hi,” he greeted you lamely, internally smacking himself for not saying something wittier. To make up for it he flashed you a dazzling smile, a skill he’d picked up after spending so much time with his general.

“Monnk?” you asked, disbelief painted all over your face. You looked at your boss for some sort of explanation. “Is this real? He’s coming to work for us?”

“Yup. He starts tomorrow. Comes with a pretty strong recommendation from an old friend, too.” Your boss turned to address Monnk, “Wish you told me you worked under Kit Fisto when we first met. He and I go way back.”

By now, you’d overcome your initial reaction of surprise and launched yourself at Monnk, nearly tackling him over as you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him into the biggest hug he’d ever had, squeezing him with all your might, as if he’d disappear if you didn’t hold on tight enough. Monnk squeezed you back before stepping away enough to look down at your face, your chin resting on his chest as you smiled up at him.

“I’m so happy to see you.”

“Me too,” he beamed down at you, tucking a strand of stray hair behind your ear.

“I have so much to tell you. So much has changed since I last saw you. The sanctuary has been remodeled. I got a promotion. And Ceti had babies!” you rattled off at him as he maneuvered you so that you were tucked under one arm and started walking, following behind your boss as he perused the market stalls. Monnk listened with rapt attention, filling you in on what he’d been up to these past years as well, the battles he’d been in, funny stories about him and his brothers.

“I can’t believe you're coming to work with us. It’ll be so fun. I’m sure you’ll do great and you’ll really like the work.” you told him as your trio headed back to the boat, now loaded with supplies.

“Yeah. I heard my new boss is a bit of a wildcard. Heard rumors that she stole an aiwha in the middle of the night and rode it into an active warzone,” he teased, bumping his hip against yours.

You rolled your eyes. “Oh yeah? What else did you hear?”

“I heard that she was a really good kisser, too.”

#monnk #commander monnk #monnk x reader #commander monnk x reader #star wars fanfic #clone wars fanfic #reader insert #this is so long it even has an epilogue...#also this is random info but i imagine sergeant atoll as having full tattoo sleeves on both arms of colorful coral and such #oh and i was too lazy to give the boss a name so he's just 'your boss' throughout... hope it's not too confusing #okay i just realized how literal the title can be taken as since monnk literally falls into the ocean in the beginning #no i will not change it

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

summary: you and alec hated each other — or at least, pretended to in front of everyone. behind the scenes, however, you two are insanely in love with each other

pairings: alec lightwood x male reader

warnings → fluff & nsfw・swearing・fake arguments・make-out session・blowjob・anal penetration・slight possessive alec

a/n: please i didn’t mean for this to be short nsfw but my fingers moved on its own✋😭 it was supposed to be just cute, fluffy and sweet💀

“you can’t tell me that it wasn’t your fault we failed our mission today.” alec’s voice boomed in the institute as soon as all of you got home, irritation clear in his tone.

rolling your eyes, a sigh escaped your lips. you really don’t want to do this right now after that particularly bad, failed mission — a bunch of female mundanes swarmed over you while on duty, disturbing you and making you unable to guard over the demons that were wrecking havoc on that club itself. those females were a distraction; they wanted to get into your pants, thirty for some love from a incredibly good-looking man like you.

deciding not to deal with his crap as isabelle and jace scolded alec, you went to walk pass him before being stopped quickly with a grab on your arm. “i really don’t want to do this right now, lightwood.” you immediately said after turning around, refusing to let him talk first. “i feel responsible of this mission as much as it’s hard to believe that, and i don’t want you constantly nagging me about it.”

“as you should.” he retorts with the same cold, emotionless face he always plastered on. “and of course, i will nag you about it, it was an important mission! we got to kill those demons but we didn’t get to find out their intention.”

you scrunched your brows together, “why didn’t you ask any of them when those mundanes were crowding over me? i’m sure you had plenty of chances.” eyes glinting with suspicion, you stepped forward towards him. “or maybe you just didn’t want to do anything so you could frame me on the failed mission.” you accused.

alec’s brows furrowed and his lips curved upside down in a frown at that. he narrowed his eyes, offended and upset. “you’re accusing me now? great, (y/n)! of course, you would find a way to accuse me somehow!” he exclaimed sarcastically.

you scoff and rolled your eyes, done with his bullshit before storming off the heart of the institute towards your room.

“seriously, alec?” isabelle gives her brother a look, hands resting on her hips, but all the male lightwood did was glare at her and storm off as well.

she didn’t know why you and alec are always on each other’s throats; it’s almost as if you’d kill each other when left alone together, there isn’t even any clear reason you two should hate each other yet you still do. it’s probably because of the feud between maryse and your mother, but even then, she still did not understand. in her eyes, alec was longing for your touches and just you in general, yet he’s pushing you away. isabelle has been wanting the both of you to get along — though, it might be the hardest one to achieve.

jace and clary glanced at each other, knowing how she feels about this whole feud thing. “they’ll come around soon, izzy.” the former comforts, placing his hand on her shoulder.

“yeah, let’s just believe in them.” clary joins, taking up the space opposite jace. “you know what they say; the more you hate, the more you love. who knows? they might actually get along someday.” she tried her best to cheer up, which worked miraculously as isabelle reveals a smile.

perhaps, she should be patient as the universe works in its own wonderful ways. all these small, petty arguments are getting tiring and she just hopes something will change for the better.

walking down the hallway leading up to your room, alec looks around first cautiously and makes sure no one’s witnessing anything before eventually stopping in front of your door.

it was already unlocked, with you peeking from the tiny bit of space between, grinning up at him. alec smiled and assured you there was no one around, which made you open the door wide and pull him in. giggling together, he closed the door behind him and made sure to lock it as you captured his lips on yours, cupping his face with both hands.

he smiled into the kiss, moving to wrap his arms around your waist while yours wrapped around his neck, pulling each other close. feeling a gentle squeeze on your butt, you took that as a signal to jump and wrap your legs around him, alec not missing a beat to catch you. with lips still attached together, alec moved to sit on the bed, his hands beginning to roam around your body. breaking the kiss to catch your breath, he took it as an opportunity to run his lips and tongue across your neck, licking, sucking and biting. you moaned, tilting your head back to give him more access.

“alec...” you whimpered breathlessly as he sucked harshly on your skin, creating a pretty visible hickey. “they will- don’t make one where they can see it.” complaining, you slipped your fingers through his soft hair but didn’t stop him from continuing his work.

he hums, the vibration making you shiver. “you can always cover it, (y/n). i know you like it when i leave my mark on you.” he mumbled against your skin, tightening his hold. a moan once again leaves your lips when he bit on your sweet spot, the blissful sound making him groan and slip his hand in the back of your pants. “you know today was not your fault, right?” he suddenly whispers, staring into your (e/c) eyes that never failed to make him lost.

you stared back at his hazel eyes, nodding your head and resting your forehead against his. “of course, darling. i never meant anything i’ve said either.”

this is always what you did — argue, act like enemies, be nasty, throw insults at one another, speak with distaste in the front, but once behind the closed doors, you apologize to each other and make sure the other didn’t take it to their heart, as well as show love, so you’d be reassured of everything.

alec smiles, his eyes shining with admiration and love. oh, how angelic he looked with that smile of his. only you could see him so soft.

“truth is, i couldn’t ask the demons because i was focused on you.” he admitted, looking down for a second before returning his gaze on you. “those mundanes,” distaste filled his tone at the mention of those creature, “had no right to touch you like that. acting like you’d sleep with them, be their man.” his lips pouted at the thought as jealousy clouded his chest.

chuckling, you pecked his lips when found his jealousy cute. “alec, darling, you know i’m only gonna do that with you. i’m completely yours.” talking with a loving tone, your fingers played with his hair that always made him feel good.

alec smiled in fondness and gently pulled you by the back of your head, capturing your lips in yet another heated kiss. you bit on his bottom lip, erupting a groan from him as he pushed the jacket off of your shoulders, it falling on the floor along with your black shirt. alec only ever broke the kiss when he removed his jacket and shirt, and quickly smashed his lips back on yours, tongue slipping in smoothly and exploring your mouth, fighting against your own wet muscle for dominance.

he then flipped you both to lay your back on the soft mattress, never breaking the kiss as his hand ran across your chest and abs, tracing every bit of your body. you moaned into the kiss when he palmed your cock through the thick layer of pants.

“mhm, alec...” calling his name breathlessly, you unconsciously buckled your hips onto his hand, trying to get some sort of stimulation.

alec groaned in arousal at your reaction, quickly unzipping your pants and tugging it off of you along with your boxers. a cool of air hit your manhood as soon as it was released, making you shiver, eyes closing in response.

the lightwood took his time to admire you completely; your eyes glistening with lust, lips swollen from all the kissing, chest rising up and down with every breath you take, fully naked, presenting yourself to him without shame or hesitation. no matter how many times he looked at every part of you, you never ceased to take his breath away. it was sort of amusing, how even after all this time you still have him wrapped around your finger and willingly refusing to ever unwrap.

god, he’s so lucky to have you.

alec starts kissing your chest downwards slowly until it reached your hard erection, laying a peck on the tip which had you twitching. giving your tip a kitten lick, his hand pumped your cock painfully slow as you whimpered. he licked off the dripping precum before fully taking you in, the walls of his mouth rubbing against your shaft making you moan and throw your head back, eyes almost rolling to the back of your head. he didn’t stop until he took all the way in and starts to bob his head upwards and backwards, twirling his wet muscle skillfully on your shaft while doing so, keeping his gaze fixed on you.

you gripped the sheets tightly until your knuckles turned white, wave after wave of pleasure hitting you like a tsunami as an uncontrollable moans escaped your lips. “fuck, alec! t-that feels so good.” you praised, arching your back to get more stimulation.

alec kept you in place with his hands as he continued sucking you off, the bulge in his pants implying his intense arousal upon the delicious sight in front of him. his cock was painfully hard underneath that thick fabric.

saliva as well as your precum dripped his chin, but he couldn’t careless as he only wanted you to feel amazing. and indeed, you were feeling just that.

he could see your legs quiver in the corner of his eyes. you were close, he could feel it by your cock twitching and pulsating in his mouth. an all too familiar feeling builds in the pit of your stomach as tears blurred your vision, your mind reminding you how close you are to your climax. “ohhh, fuck! alec! i’m close- aghhh!”

“cum for me, (y/n).” alec speaks, and although it was muffled due to your cock still buried between his lips, you understood. he fastened his pace, slowly sending you over the edge until finally, you let out a loud moan of his name as white seeds shoots out from your cock in his mouth. your hips jerked while you ride out your orgasm, his lips still wrapped around the manhood in an attempt to swallow everything that spills out of it.

he then released your cock from his mouth with a loud ‘pop’ and hovered above your panting body again, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss. you could taste yourself along with his saliva as your wet muscles danced together lazily.

a shaky sigh leaves his lips after feeling how painfully hard he was and finally moved to remove the rest of his clothes, pants and boxers altogether — his hard-on springing up as he released a relieved sigh from the freeness. his pants were getting too tight with his as-hard-as-a-rock manhood inside.

“alec,” you breathlessly called, bringing your hands up to cup his face. “go ahead and put it in. i want you now.”

“but without preparation-”

“it will hurt, i know.” you cut him off, giving him an assuring look. “we did it yesterday, it’ll be okay. please, just fuck me right now,” you placed your lips just above his ear, “show me those mundanes aren’t better than you.”

“you really...” he growled. you really knew how to rile him up.

without a warning, he slammed his cock into you in just one go and ripped out a scream from your throat, eyes rolling to the back of your head from the sudden feeling of being filled with his thick shaft.

thrusting his hips, alec groaned at the warm feeling of your tight hole around him and kissed your collarbone to muffle his own noises while his ears are blessed with your constant whines, moans and whimpers.

“shit, ah! alec! more!” you desperately whined, hips moving on its own to meet with his rhythmic thrust.

“fuck, (y/n)...” he grunted right into your ear, making you shudder.

his pace was fast and rough as he fucked you mercilessly into the mattress while leaving hickeys everywhere he can, angling his thrust so he’d perfectly hit your prostate. “you’re only mine. no mundanes, or shadowhunters, or downworlders can get to lay their hands on you but me. i’m the only one who get to fuck you like this...” his words went straight to your already hard-enough cock, arousing you even further.

it’s always hot whenever alec gets possessive over you, and you loved that.

“oh my god, alec— right there!” you moaned, now tears rolling down your flushed cheeks. his thrust starts to get sloppy as both of you near the edge, you could feel his cock pulsing and twitching inside your hole.

it took three harsh and hard thrust to completely throw you off as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, loud moans that sounded almost like a scream erupting from your throat, back arching and body squirming underneath him as white loads shoots out again from your manhood, landing on your exposed chest and stomach, cumming hard. your walls tightened around him while you cum and that was enough for alec to spill his hot seed inside you, filling you up good like always.

pulling out, he collapsed on the bed beside you, catching your breath together and slowly calming down from your high. “great thing your room is soundproof.” alec comments, making you both chuckle.

“yeah, that’s one thing i love about this room.” you laughed and he did as well before pulling you so you could rest your head on his chest, listening to his even and rhythmic heartbeat.

cleaning up can wait tomorrow. for now, you two wanted to cuddle up with each other knowing there has to be a lot of pretending again.

jace, isabelle, clary and magnus all sat exasperated on the couch as they watch you and alec go back and fourth over the cup and valentine, both arguing and insulting each other for about an hour now.

it’s a usual day, with you and alec hating the other using the sharpness of your tongues, but they were getting tired of this constant bickering and slight sexual tension that always rose in the air.

magnus had just recently discovered your hatred for each other and at first he found it amusing, but that soon turned into boredom when it became an occasional sight for him. though, he can admit that your tongue is sharper than alec’s and he’s impressed by that.

“valentine is a shadowhunter, alright? he’d be able to get the cup from here.” you argued, giving the lightwood a pointed look.

alec folded his arms, “not if we guard it.”

you raised your brows and a ‘really?’ look crossed your face. “have you forgotten that he killed thousands of shadowhunters and downworlders, or did you become so old that your memory gaps is getting worse?” he shot you a death glare at that, not liking the tone you use on him.

“okay so,” clary stands up, “why don’t you both just calm down and figure this out in a friendly way?” you and alec snapped your gaze towards her, eyes practically sending daggers. she held her hands up, “or maybe not. but can’t you just... uh- not fight, for once?”

“not my problem he’s irritating.” you retorted with arms folded above your chest.

alec rolled his eyes, “well, not my problem either that he’s annoying.” he exclaimed while his index finger pointed at you.

“you two look like an old married couple.” isabelle comments with a teasing smirk dancing on her lips. you and alec froze in your places and looked at her with unreadable expression before turning back at each other.

it felt good hearing that, since you two are dating.

the conversation were interrupted when maryse approaches, her hands fiddling with each other and a nervous look on her face.

you sighed, stepping away to walk out, but maryse quickly stops you when you walked pass her. “stay, please. this involves you, too.” confusion laced your face at that, but didn’t say anything as you stepped back.

“i know that the feud between (y/n)’s mother and i have caused some troubles within you, and we’re very sorry for that. we decided... it’s better to forget what happened between us rather than drag it down and have it affect all of you.” she turned around and gestured for someone to come, your mother walking up to her, their hand intertwining in a friendly manner as smiles coated their faces.

surprise filled everyone’s face, brows raising. “wait, does this mean you two are friends now?” isabelle asked.

your mother smiled, nodding her head. “we had a genuine conversation last night and found out we had more similarities than we thought we would.”

jace, clary and isabelle smiled at one another while magnus sipped on his drink, feeling quite happy for them. this meant you and alec had no reason to hate each other.

“so this isn’t a joke? you’re not pretending?” you asked, suspicion on both yours and alec’s face. they shook their heads and smiled.

you stared at them before turning to alec who looked back at you, silently conversing.

finally, a sigh leaves his lips as you simultaneously looked at the two mothers with a smile. “that’s a great news, mother. i hope you have fun together.” he congratulates, smiling. “now, (y/n) and i have somewhere else to go. i assume there won’t be any missions for today.”

surprise looks coated everyone’s faces and their eyes almost popped out of their sockets when you intertwined your hand with his. you waved at them, alec beginning to drag you two away.

“hold on a second, where are you going? and what does that mean?” jace quickly asked, pointing at your intertwined hands after he stood up from the couch.

“isn’t it obvious?” alec gives him a look, “we’re going on a date. now, make an effort not to interrupt us.” he continued to pull you.

“have fun with mom, mrs. lightwood!” you said with a smile before disappearing out with alec.

everyone still looked shocked.

“well, that took a turn.” magnus smirked, drinking his tequila.

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mishirak · 4 years ago

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Beauty in Everything (1/2)

Pairing: Gaston(Beauty and the Beast) x F!Reader

Ratings: General

Warnings: Injuries and sick mother

A/N: It’s a self-indulge fanfic that’s why the reader is female! The other parts are not done yet, get bend while I’m writing the other part (･ω<)☆ .

And a big Thank you to @no-ones-friend for proofreading an encouraging me during the making of this fanfic. Love ya!

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> Part Two

You are [Y/N]; you’re the only daughter and the backbone of the [L/N] family. Your father passed away a year ago, and your mother has been ill ever since you could remember. The years went by like a blur; there wasn’t anything interesting during your years of living. You never really feel connected to the townspeople. You always stay with your mother and learn things from her, such as cooking, sewing, and other housewife-related chores.

The only people you know are the old women that help your mother and take care of you; you consider them like your aunts and grandmas. Your thoughts were broken by the voice of your mother. “When will you get married, [Y/N]? Women at your age should find a man to settle down with and have children.” You sighed. Ever since your father passed away, she’s been nagging you about finding the right one, get married, and having children together.

“Mama, you know I don’t feel connected to anyone in this town; no one even talks to me other than Aunt Agathe and Belle.” You replied as you’re cutting the fabric. Honestly, you’re grateful that Aunt Agathe offers to take care of your mother. You go town to town selling clothes, fabrics to get money, and the medicines for your mother’s illness. You can’t imagine leaving your mother all alone in your house without any help.

“I think this is good; I hope Belle likes it,” you said, sighing. An old friend of yours decided to ask you to make her a dress, she was very persistent about making her a dress. You want to decline it because you don’t think you are as good as the top designers, let alone for a princess, but Belle won’t take no for an answer. She insisted that she wants you to be the one to make her the dress. Luckily, you weren’t in a time crunch or making the dress in a specific style for an event, it’s just what Belle wants to wear in a day-to-day outfit.

“I’m sure she will; you two have been friends ever since you were a child. You know what she likes. She’s such a simple girl.” Your mother said, trying to lift your spirits, cupping your face and squish your cheeks. “How beautiful you have grown. I can’t believe you’re the same shy girl that always hides behind me,” she said. Suddenly being sentimental, which wasn’t uncommon lately as her sickness got worse. The mood was quickly interrupted as she turned away from you and coughs to her arm.

You grab her and lead her to sit down on the chair, “I go make some tea for you” you said and went to the kitchen. Your mother turns to look at you and just shakes her head before closing her eyes.

You packed everything that you need, you decided to buy the medicine after sending the dress to Belle. Aunt Agathe luckily agrees to take care of your mother while you go to the town over to buy the medicine.

“I’ll get going now!” You shouted and turned your body to wave goodbye to your mother, “yes, and be careful out there!” your mother replied, and with that, you’re off with your horse, Josephine. You are very nervous, it’s not every day you got to go to the castle, let alone making a dress for the princess. You would be lying if you say you didn’t envy Belle’s luck, it’s been a few years since she’s met Prince Adam, broke his curse, and then got married not long after.

After a while of riding, you’ve arrived at the gate of the castle with guards guarding it, you told them what you’re here for, and they let you in. You saw Belle and a servant waiting for you, you climb off from the horse with the dress in your arms, the servant takes your horse to put them in a stable, so you and Belle can catch up and go inside the castle.

You wouldn’t say you were close to Belle; you both don’t have much in common. She’s a lovely company to have while you’re cutting fabrics or stitching; she would read the book aloud to you as you work.

“How was your mother?” She asked as you two arrived at her and Adam’s shared room; you were awed by the size of the room. It’s almost as big as your home. “Oh! Um, she’s fine, though her condition is getting worse by the year. I’m going to buy the medicine after this.” You answered her as you gave her the dress. “Try it out first and tell me what you think!” You said as you push her to change.

You look around the room, admiring everything; you stop as you hear footsteps behind you. You saw Belle in the dress you’ve made for her. “So, what do you think? Anything you would like to change? Is it too tight or too loose? Is the fabric itchy?” You bombarded her with questions as you see her twirling around, “relax, the fabric feels nice, and it’s just perfect for me,” she answers as she places her hands on your shoulders.

You sighed out of relief, “if that’s all, I will get going then, as I said, I need to buy my mother’s medicine, and thank you for buying from me.” You said; Belle replied with a nod and hugged you before you took your leave. The servant shows up with your horse. You thanked them as you got up and went to the town.

You weren’t quite familiar with the route; you constantly check the map to make sure you weren’t lost. You probably should have gone back home instead of going straight to the town from the castle. It’s gotten dark, and Josephine is getting tired. You decided to rest for a bit; you get off of her back and let her take a break as you continue to look at the map and marking down.

Suddenly you hear wolves howling, which sends Josephine into a panic. You quickly try to calm her down, but the howling continues, she quickly runs away. You ran after her, not wanting to lose her; you call out her name, hoping that maybe she will slow down; you can’t see well in the dark and soon lost her. You slow down to catch your breath, trying to calm yourself down.

You don’t know where you are; you wander, trying to hear a sound of a horse or anything. You didn’t see where you were going and slip on the ledge and slide down to the bottom; you groaned in pain. You look up and try to climb up, but it was ineffective. You quickly look around to find a way out, you hear a growl from behind you. You turn around and saw a massive creature right in front of you. It slowly approaches you, and you instinctively step back every time It gets closer to you until you were cornered.

You put your arms up to shield yourself from an upcoming attack from the beast, “are you lost?” A deep male voice pierces into your ears; you blink a couple of times and slowly put your arms down to look at the beast. “W-what?” That’s all you said as you continue to look at him, trying to see his features. He didn’t look like a man; he was far from it. He is a hairy beast with horns on top of his head.

“Are you lost?” He asked again and turned away from you, feeling uncomfortable under your gaze. “Oh, um, yes. I fell while trying to find my horse, Josephine. The sounds of wolves howling startled her, and she ran away.” You replied awkwardly. The beast just replied with a hm, you decided to ask him something, “do you know the town nearby the castle? Villeneuve? I live there.”

“Yes, I do” he answers you, and with excitement, you clasp your hands together, “thank you! Would you lead the way?” You said as you get closer to him, he is your chance of going back home! “Follow me,” he said as he walks away, and you do as he said but stop dead at your track as you felt pain around your ankle.

You hissed in pain as you sit on the ground to check your ankle. There were some minor wounds, scratches from the rough slide. You try to take another step, but the same pain comes back. “Stop doing that. You will only add more damage to your ankle. Here.” You see the beast kneel to your level, “I’ll carry you instead.” You hesitantly wrap your arms around his neck as he grabs your legs and stands back up, giving you a piggyback ride to your way home.

You took a deep breath and mutter ‘thank you’ to him. He didn’t say anything and keeps walking.

The silence is deafening, it’s killing you. You think of something to talk about. “my name is [Y/N], what’s yours?” “you can call me whatever you want” You sighed, so much for an attempt. “Then I call you Beast,” you said, and he just grunts as a response. “We’re going to my...home first. Get your ankle fix.”

You nodded and close your eyes to rest for a bit.

#gaston #gaston x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #beauty and the beast #batb #mishiwrites #beauty in everything

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joshuas · 4 years ago

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facts

♫ pairing: hwang hyunjin x female reader

♫ genre: fluff, crack (seriously, do not question how i came up with this), domestic au, established relationship au

♫ warnings: mentions spiders, and mentions use of alcohol?

♫ word count: 1.5k

♫ prompt: “are you drunk?” “not nearly enough” from this prompt list !

♫ a/n: this was actually a request from @starteez and dedicated to her as a very very belated birthday present <33 hope you like it :)))

♫ summary: hyunjin gets super drunk and has a Crisis, meanwhile you just wanted to watch the latest episode of your favourite drama.

♫ tagging: @jadezircon @mostlikelynotmelissa and @potato2earth - let me know if you would like to be part of the tag list !

You sighed, settling into the couch, tub of ice cream, and tv remote in hand.

It was Friday night. Otherwise known as you and Hyunjin’s drama night, in which you’d watch the latest episode of the most recent drama the two of you were hooked on. However, today, Hyunjin had decided to go out for drinks with Felix, ditching you and your drama night. Initially, you were annoyed (not that he was hanging out with his friends but more so that he messed with your tradition), but you realised that you could just watch it without him. I mean... he was going out and having fun, who’s to say that you can’t do the same by chilling with your favourite characters and finding out about whatever dark secrets they had been just about to reveal in the previous episode. Okay... the latter of that was your main motivation for it. You’re not that lonely or sad.

Nodding resolutely, you scooped your ice cream, settling into the couch as the drama played, your attention fixated on the screen.

The sharp buzz of your phone startled you out of your immense concentration, the caller ID flashing to reveal your boyfriend, Hyunjin.

Your eyes widened in panic, your hands knocking the ice cream off of your lap as you reached around for the TV remote. The phone buzzed continuously, ringing as you fumbled around for the off button, leaving you breathless as you picked up the phone on the final ring,

“He—“

“Y/NNNN~” Hyunjin whined into the phone, his breathing heavy.

“Hyunjin? What’s wrong? Are you crying? ...Are you drunk?” You closed your eyes, only to open them again in confusion as you heard sniffling on the other end of the phone.

“Not nearly e-enough! I-I don’t w-want to be e-eaten.” He sobbed into the phone.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion,

“What?” Your tone coming out sharper than expected, eliciting more sobs from Hyunjin.

“F-felix w-was telling me about how f-female s-spiders e-eat their m-mates, and now I’m scared and I’m n-never coming h-home because y-you’re going to e-eat me.” Hyunjin breathed, between sobs.

...What?

“Excuse me? Why would I eat you. Felix was talking about spiders.” You said, slightly offended by his drunk comparisons.

He breathed deeply,

“Y-you know how the other day we were watching a Marvel movie and y-you k-know what you s-said? You said that the c-character you r-relate with t-the m-most with is Black Widow!” He exclaimed, almost hysterical.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, as he spoke incoherently at the phone, sobs heaving out of him as if he had just witnessed something deeply distressing. Well... what his drunk mind was picturing was slightly distressing, so it made sense.

“Well yes, because she’s a strong, independent female lead. Anyway, you’re too drunk to understand any of that. Hyunjin. Where are you?”

“I’m not telling you! Y-you can’t come to Felix’s house!” Hyunjin attempted to ward you off before realising his mistake a second later. “FELIX! Y/N’s COMING! She’s going to eat us—“

You hung up on him, grabbing your keys and heading out the door... ignoring the melting ice cream on the floor.

As soon as you reached Felix’s apartment you flung the door wide open, apologising profusely as a wincing Felix came out from behind, guiding you to your extremely drunk boyfriend.

Not noticing your entrance, Hyunjin had positioned himself quite... oddly, so that his head was on the rug on the floor but his legs were on the couch, a hand flung dramatically on his forehead, and another hand on the floor, not too dissimilar to someone doing a one-handed snow angel.

He looks like a four-year-old...

You cleared your throat behind him, approaching him tentatively. Whipping around, his eyes widened when they landed on you, panic flashing through them as he scrambled to sit upright.

“What are you doing here?” His words, although slightly slurred, still portrayed fear that was not well-founded at all. How his drunken state got to thinking you were a spider was beyond you, but then again, he was drinking with Felix, so who knows what went down there.

“I came to pick you up since you’re um. Drunk.” You raised your eyebrows, stating the obvious.

“No! You’re not allowed to take me back to your web.” He stumbled forward, couch cushion in hand in an attempt to ward you off.

Web? Oh my god...

“Can you— ugh. I’m not a spider! I’m not going to eat you! You’re my boyfriend, for God’s sake, and I love you, and I’m not a cannibal. Besides, you wouldn’t be very delicious, you’re mostly just muscle.” You sighed, raising your arms in frustration and defeat.

Hyunjin’s eyes widened in offence, placing a hand on his chest and stepping back, tears started to well in his eyes.

“I— oh no. What? Why are you crying again?” You panicked, settling him on the couch, rubbing his back soothingly as you mentally cursed his current over sensitive state.

“Y-you really t-think I w-wouldn’t be d-delicious?” He sobbed louder into your shoulder, as you rubbed soothing patterns on his back.

You rolled your eyes,

He’s so drunk.

“This conversation is so concerning, and one that I want to discontinue at all costs. I'm not a spider, and I'm not going to eat you. I don't want to comment on... that.” You deadpanned.

“How did you guys even get this drunk?” You glanced between Hyunjin and Felix who had emerged from the kitchen, ice pack on his slightly bruised face.

“It was all him. I asked him if he wanted to come over and watch the latest episode of this drama we’re both really into. He started drinking as soon as we started watching because he didn’t want to remember any of it so that when he watches it with you his reactions are genuine. Eventually, he got too drunk to even sit still, so we turned it off and started talking about stuff.” Felix shrugged.

“...and you somehow got to talking about spiders?” You asked, unimpressed.

“We were baking because he wanted to make you cookies, since he felt guilty...for basically watching nothing. I guess he still felt guilty for the action. Anyway, he freaked out after seeing a spider. Hyunjin, plus being drunk and his usual dramatic self is not fun. Especially when spiders are involved. I told him that fact because it was at the top of my head and he gave up on the cookies and started freaking out about you. Speaking of the cookies, I should probably check on them. You need to take this home before the rest of the guys come here if you want to have any of it.” He headed to the kitchen, leaving you and Hyunjin alone in the living room.

“Hyunjin, why didn’t you just stay home if you were just going to watch the drama? You know that today is drama night.” You crossed your arms, directing your attention once again to your sniffling boyfriend.

“I didn’t want to cry in front of youuu,” he sobbed. “I didn’t know what was going to happen next and I thought they might break up and I just...” he trailed off.

“You know that makes no sense right? You’re literally sobbing in front of me now. Also, you’re my boyfriend, I’m supposed to be there for you, tears and all. Besides, we’ll probably both be sobbing if the main characters broke up. We’ve shipped them too much for that to not be devastating.“ You said resolutely, your gaze softening as you looked at him, snuggling closer to you.

“I knowww.”

“Come on, let’s go home. There’s a tub of ice cream waiting for the both of us.”

Your drama night was postponed to Saturday seeing as soon as the two of you arrived at your apartment, Hyunjin collapsed and fell into a deep sleep on the couch... and your ice cream was on the floor, melted and no longer edible.

Leading you to Saturday night, where you and Hyunjin were snuggled together on the couch, wrapped in a blanket burrito, eating the cookies he baked yesterday, alongside a new tub of ice cream, whilst bawling your eyes out.

“I told you,” he sniffed “I knew this would happen.”

Your tear-filled eyes blurred your vision as you tried to focus on the crying characters on the screen, reaching for another tissue,

“I know, but it’s not as bad when we’re watching it together, and besides, these cookies are incredible with ice cream.” You snuggled into him and gave him a watery smile.

“Hey, as long as you’re not a spider and about to eat me, I’m all for our drama nights and cuddles,” Hyunjin smirked.

You pushed him lightly,

“Oh my god... how do you even remember any of the stuff you said? You were ridiculous.”

“I don’t know but the fact still holds.”

“It’s not even a fact! I'm human!”

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vanserraseris · 4 years ago

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END OF PART I - Literally can’t believe I just sat here and posted that 500 characters at a time lol I hope you’re not too disappointed with this, I’m well aware it’s a bit of a disaster but it’s been real nice sending it to you :))

haha its unreal but i loved it sm!!! thanks for sending <3 btw if you want to send me a summary, i can add it into the masterlist!

here’s part 1 in full!

Prince of Ashes. Part I.

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Eris could feel his heart beating as he ran through the halls of The Forest House. His breaths were unsteady and panicked, but he tried to school his features into a mask of calm in case he ran into his father. He adjusted the sword at his side, had grabbed the weapon and shoved it messily in his belt as he’d rushed out of his room. The torches he passed along the walls flared brightly, as if in warning. Eris hoped his father hadn’t done anything foolish.

The rumble of magic that had passed through the estate could only mean something horrible had happened. Eris didn’t slow down as he practically slammed through the doors of his mother’s chambers, not caring that he hadn’t bothered to put a tunic over his thin undershirt and knowing he looked ridiculous in an old pair of brown leather boots.

Eris paused at what he saw once he spotted the woman who’d raised him. He was not expecting his mother to be weeping at the healthy babe in her arms, her shoulders hunched as her breath hitched every so often.

Eris had perfected his carefully crafted image. He was the Tamer of Flames, the Heir of Autumn, the Prince of Ashes. He was calculated and hateful on his good days, cruel and horrible on his bad days. He wanted to be a son his father could be proud of, and he wanted to be a son his mother could look in the eye. As he stood in the doorway of his mother’s room, he bounced on the balls of his feet, feeling very much like a nervous child instead.

“Mother,” Eris breathed, not knowing if he should approach. Eris had been in the middle of reading through some reports when he’d felt the magic, he must have looked a mess after having run through the halls of The Forest House like some youngling.

“Eris?” His mother asked through her tears, more emotion than Eris had seen from her in centuries. “What’s happened?” Eris said as he walked towards them, his tone uncharacteristically soft. The pulse of angry magic that Eris had felt minutes before had worried him, but looking at both his mother and the seemingly healthy child had Eris very confused.

His mother merely shook her head and carefully placed the little bundle in Eris’ arms. Eris had only ever held one of his brothers when they’d been this small and fragile. It must be a girl, Eris thought, why else would his father be so angry, why else would his mother weep. He felt an odd sadness, pitying any female born into this court. “I want to name him Lucien,” his mother whispered, as if it were a secret.

Eris was only more confused, “Cauldon bless him,” he muttered, moving the blankets so that he could peer at the face of his brother. The baby’s eyes were closed, his mouth slightly parted as he huffed tiny breaths in his sleep.

“Eris, I must ask something of you,” his mother tugged on the loose sleeve of his shirt, her other hand wiping the tears from her cheeks. Eris was still looking at the child in his arms, but he nodded for her to go on. His mother never asked anything of him and Eris had never asked anything of his mother. “You must protect him.”

Eris nodded again. He thought he’d done a particularly good job at taking care of Rufus since his mother had been an empty shell when he’d been born. Not that Eris could blame her, he figured spending too much time around Beron was the cause. Eris had kept Rufus as far away from his father as he could, and while Rufus had a reputation for taking nothing seriously, all things considered, he was a good male.

“Give me your vow.” Eris furrowed his auburn brows, glancing to his mother as she gently took the child from his arms and placed him in his cradle. Strange, Eris thought, but would not question it. His mother had said it so firmly that Eris had been reminded of the female he remembered from his childhood.

“I give you my vow, my solemn oath, to protect this child,” Eris said, unwavering eyes on his mother.

“Beron wants him dead,” she said softly, calmly.

“What?” Eris snapped, probably much harsher than he needed to be.

“Your father wants to leave the babe to the elements,” she reached for Eris’s hand, but he jerked away from his mother. Fool, Eris thought, he was a fool. Hadn’t his father taught him since he could speak to never give anyone his oath.

“Why?” Eris growled, and while he might have been frustrated with having agreed to his mother’s wishes, he was horrified at the thought that his father would kill an innocent child.

Even if the High Lord of the Autumn Court did not care much for his sons, he had always valued them as political pawns. Fae children were rare, his father had always known they would grow to be assets. Eris had spent much of his life fearing what his father would do to him and his brothers in anger, but he found a strange comfort in knowing Beron would never kill one of his sons. Eris looked at his mother, mouth dropping open slightly.

Eris took great pride in the fact that his emotions never openly showed on his face, not unless he wanted them to, but he couldn’t help it. Eris was a little horrified, a little concerned. His mother had gone off and had an affair, right under Beron’s nose, the runt in the cradle was his half-brother. Eris needed a strong fucking drink to swallow that realization. No. Beron would never kill one of his sons.

His mother looked at Eris with devastation, she sniffled once, ran a hand through her hair. She looked tired, but Eris couldn’t remember the last time his mother had looked so alive. “Eris, please, he… he is still your brother, please. Your father has doubts, but it is mere speculation.” She lifted her face to look up at her eldest son, “If he is under your protection …” She broke off then, looking at Eris with hopeful russett eyes.

Eris nearly flinched at her words, of course Lucien was still his brother, he thought. And not only that, but he’d vowed to keep the runt safe. Eris didn’t need to be a seer to know this vow would become a problem at some point, but he pushed those negative thoughts from his head. Eris moved to look into the crib, at the small babe inside it, “Are you sure about calling him Lucien?”

His mother’s shoulders sagged with relief, “What’s the matter with it?”

Eris tilted his head to the side as he continued to stare at his youngest brother. “Mother, his name means sunshine in the Old Tongue, perhaps you should reconsider.”

His mother flashed him a small smile, momentarily shocking Eris, “It means light.”

“I hardly think that’s any better,” Eris was debating whether or not to ask who the father was when he heard the loud steps approaching the room, and he turned to face the carved doors of his mother’s chambers with a deep breath.

The doors slammed open with a loud crash, Eris was surprised the babe didn’t wake. “Give me the child,” Beron said with a frighteningly quiet voice.

“Father,” Eris said, warning in his tone. Eris was many things, but he wasn’t an oath-breaker.

“Do not involve yourself in matters that do not concern you,” Beron spat, “Give me the child.”

Eris moved closer to his father, his hand moving towards the sword at his side, “Father.”

The High Lord of Autumn paused, looking at his son carefully. Eris let golden flames flare in his eyes. His father stood straighter, eyes flicking to the hand Eris had placed on the hilt of his weapon. “You would fight me, boy?” His father laughed with no amusement before he flashed a taunting smile in Eris’s direction, “You would fight me?” Eris knew that perhaps he should have reconsidered his approach to the whole situation when he felt the magic in the room swell.

The crackling magic that flowed through Eris’s veins was lethal, but not as strong as his father’s. Eris lifted his chin, “Father, leave the child.” Beron reached for his own weapon, and Eris drew his sword. His father was more experienced, and Eris knew his talents did not lie in combat, but he would fight for this. If he died, though, he worried what Beron would do to Rufus, but he wouldn’t let Beron leave Lucien to the elements. At least not without a fight.

“Eris!” His mother moved to stand between them, but Eris pushed her back with his arm. He would regret sending her crashing against the wardrobe later, but he was much too focused on his father to care too much about that now. Beron lunged at Eris with his sword, and Eris easily deflected the blow that was aimed at his chest. Eris’s amber eyes widened, but he wasn’t entirely sure why it shocked him to know that his father would strike to kill.

Eris had to lead his father away from his mother and the child, so with a small snarl Eris threw himself at his father, his sword arcing in the air. With a powerful blow, Beron stumbled out into the hall. The servants that had dutifully been attending to their business shrieked as their swords slammed together, the sound of metal against metal echoing as the servants ran away from them.

Beron was much stronger than Eris. He had been fighting for much longer, and Eris knew that if he started using his magic against his father, his father would respond with magic much stronger than his. Eris parried his father’s first series of blows, but it was an effort. High Lords were a different breed, and with each clash of their swords, Eris was reminded of that fact. “Ungrateful,” his father spat, cutting Eris on the thigh with a long swipe of his sword.

Eris heard his mother screaming at Beron to stop, and he knew that the cut along his leg was deep, but he managed to whirl out of the way of his father’s blade as it came frighteningly close to his neck. Eris put all his weight in the next swing of his sword, and Beron grinned as their swords met and they faced each other. “Why protect the little runt?” Beron’s grin merely widened, “You wish to have another brother fight you for the throne?”

Eris flashed him a crooked grin in return, ignoring the pain in his leg as he spoke to his father over the cross of their swords. “I am not afraid.”

“Perhaps you should be.” Eris could not respond fast enough as his father stopped pushing against him, and Eris lost his balance. It was only a moment, but it was enough. Beron’s blade skidded across the edge of Eris’s sword, and Eris knew he had made a terrible mistake. Beron thrust his blade into Eris’ side.

Eris felt blank, he vaguely realized he’d cried out as his father twisted the blade before his own weapon fell from his weak fingers. He didn’t hear the sound of it as it dropped against the floor, the roaring in his ears was much too loud. “Are you happy now, Eris,” Beron said, putting a hand up to his son’s face in a strangely father-like gesture, the other still tightly gripping the sword in Eris’s side. “I have lost a son this night.”

Fingers curling in Eris’s long hair, Beron pulled his eldest son to him and placed a kiss to his temple. In his entire life, Beron had never shown any affection to Eris, and if Eris had been able to think properly, he would have been shocked. Eris groaned as his father yanked the blade back, his shaking hands going to the wound at his side as his legs faltered and he fell to his knees. Ruby red blood glimmered on the silver blade of his father’s sword.

Eris tried to take a deep breath, but found that his lungs wouldn’t let him. Eris coughed, feeling blood drip down his chin. He supposed that he should not have expected to beat his father in a duel. Eris felt like he was drowning. As a youngling he’d tripped on a rope and fallen off a dock in the Spring Court and into a lake, not knowing how to swim and in a panic, Eris had thrashed as water filled his lungs.

Each breath had burned in a way that Eris had never imagined he’d feel as the heir of the Autumn Court. Surely, Eris would have died had his mother not pulled him out of the water, sobbing as she’d told him to hold her hand next time. His mother was sobbing now as she fell to her knees in front of Beron, begging him to stop. Eris slumped forward with a gasp, the burning feeling in his chest becoming nearly unbearable.

He made a strange choked noise as more blood filled his mouth and Eris gritted his teeth as someone dropped down by his side. “You alright, Eris?” Rufus asked, his face close to Eris’s as he put his hands around Eris’s arm, trying to help him up. Eris looked at his younger brother through the curtain of his red hair, “Hello, hey, you alright?” Rufus repeated, russett eyes wide.

“Never better,” Eris rasped as more blood dripped from his mouth onto the marble floors. Eris tried to lift himself up with Rufus’s help. He couldn’t stand, Eris noticed, and put all his weight on his younger brother. Rufus laughed nervously, the sound hollow to Eris’s ears. Holding a hand to the wound on Eris’ side and abandoning his attempt to get Eris up off the floor, Rufus moved the hair from Eris’s face. With the back of his hand, Rufus wiped at the blood along Eris’s chin before he spoke. Eris wasn’t really worried, but he could tell from the tone of Rufus’s voice that he probably should be.

Cato’s voice rang like a bell in the nearly empty hall, “What the hells happened here?” Calm and steady and definitely not worried. Cato would soon become heir, Eris thought briefly, all his brother had ever wanted and he hadn’t even lifted a finger to get it.

“Your brother seems to have forgotten his place,” Beron replied with equal calm.

Rufus snarled softly, having been the youngest of six for thirty years, no one paid him any attention, especially not father, and Eris knew Rufus favoured him. Eris would be lying if he told anyone he didn’t favour Rufus as well. Eris could feel his eyelids drooping, but he watched as Maddox ran towards them from the other side of the hall, Priam close behind him. Eris felt heavy, so he leaned into Rufus, pain flaring through his side.

His vision was becoming blurred and he could barely hear his mother begging Beron to spare him and Lucien. The last thing Eris remembered before he lost consciousness was staring at his sword, thinking that the ruby eyes of the lion’s head on the hilt glowed with flames.

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