#from an earlier save so i lost about 3-4 hours of play time
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As of last night, I have just under 80 hrs into this playthrough and I'm only on "My Friend Timmy" in terms of main quest oops
kcd time babeyyyy
#there's too much else to doooooo#the scenery! the people! the side quests! the wanderings and talking and living!#not to mention there were a good few instances of me having side quests in sasau and rattay each#and im like. well I'll just finish up here then go to the other town :)#but then fuckin forget a quest or two. so i have to go back#or my personal favoriteânot realizing helping the injured skalitz folk for johanka in sasau is a timed quest#bc first time around i finished it right away so everyone was fine#nope they started dying and i had to reload#from an earlier save so i lost about 3-4 hours of play time#đ« đ« đ« #kcd#kingdom come: deliverance
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The Prince - Chapter Ten

A/N: Hello! I apologize that this is late, I meant to post last night but then I facetimed by bestie for 4 hours and got drunk. ANYWAYS, I present to you the final chapter of The Prince. Thank you so much for all your love and support on this story! I hope you enjoy this finale <3
Pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x Reader Word Count: 4.6k Synopsis: Finally, we see the end of Jace and the reader's story.
Warnings: smut
Previous Chapter
Rhaenyra is understandably furious when Jace comes to see her the next morning. He had not wanted to leave you for long, so all he told her was a quick summary of the events in your room. She had wanted to rage, had wanted to know exactly everything that happened, wanted to see the proof for herself, but when he asked to postpone the meeting, she read the look in his eyes. It was fear. It was fading, but it was still there. Fear for you, fear for himself, fear that everything he had wanted was slipping through his fingers.
So she had let him leave, let him go to you, as long as he promised to find her first thing in the morning. Her rage had not abated in the night.
âIf I could kill him again, I would,â she says, looking at the, thankfully, light bruising along his neck. Jace pulls back from her, not wanting the attention the bruises now gave him.
âDid you send word to the Iron Islands?â he asks.
âI sent a raven last night to his brother, the Lord Blacktyde."
âWhat does this mean for our standing?â he asks. Last night, besides his thoughts of dread that he almost lost you, he was also plagued by what the realm would think. Their position was still so new, to have an attack on his life so soonâ
âThe only thing the realm will know is that Lord Blacktyde attacked Y/N and the two of you fought him off,â Rhaenyra says.
âThe two of us," Jace says softly. He brings his eyes to his mother's. She watches him delicately, like he might break with just a touch. "I'm fine, Mother," he says. She nods.
"I know."
"It looks worse than it is," he says. He wishes he could pull the collar of his doublet up, just to block them from her sight, and yours. Your eyes had been on the bruises all night long. "What of Y/N and I?â he asks. Rhaenyra smiles, her earlier rage ebbing away.
âY/N saved your life, do you think I would deny her anything?â
âI was not sure,â he says, his smile spreading.
âI think itâs clear the two of you would do anything to stay together. I wonât get in the way. Before last evening, I had a few doubts, but after what Y/N did for you, and speaking with Baela, I trust this is the right decision."
"Baela?" he asks, furrowing his brow. "What did she say?"
âShe seems excited about finding a new prospect,â she says. "Or a few."
"She does."
"You both have found happiness, and that is all I've ever wanted."
âThank you,â Jace says, taking his motherâs hand with a smile. He feels more at ease, knowing that the events of last night only solidified your love.
The cool air of the gardens heals some of the pain inside of you. Of course, your hand still throbs after the maester had to redo your stitches. You are sore all over and have an angry bruise on your cheekbone, but amongst the flowers and the breeze, you feel light. The nightmare you lived in for years is over.
It doesn't feel real. Even after you went to your chambers this morning, looking down at the wet area the maids had scrubbed clean of Barun's blood, you still felt like you were dreaming. That you'd wake up and he would be waiting for you still.
You had woken up a few times in the night, startled from the dreams playing in your head. Jace had been there. His voice was still strained, but he said soothing words and held you close. He was the reason you could believe that it was over, that it would get easier.
He sent word for you to meet him in the gardens, but as you lap around the outer edge again, you still donât see him. When you stop, its by the door you skipped out of months ago, to hide from your date.
Smiling, you realize where Jace is. You walk to the alcove with the fountain, the place where Jace first confessed his feelings for you. He is pacing beside the fountain when you walk up.
"Are you hiding from me?" you ask, jostling him from his thoughts.
"Never from you," he says, wrapping an arm around your waist. He left early in the morning, and he hadn't seen you until now. His eyes flit to the bruise along your cheek. It seems to only be getting darker as the day progresses.
"Jace," you say gently. His thumb brushes over the mark.
"He didn't suffer enough."
"It doesn't matter," you say with a shake of your head. "He's gone, and he does not deserve our remembrance." Against your better judgement, you look to the bruises along Jace's neck. Yours is darker, but his take up too much space on his beautiful neck.
"Y/N," he says, seeing the sadness in your eyes.
"I'm sorry, Jace. He never should have even come close to you."
"You never have to apologize for what happened."
"He hurt you."
"He hurt you, too," he says, a hand to your chin so your eyes meet his brown ones. "If this is the mark I must bear, so that he is out of your life, I'll wear them with pride."
"I don't deserve you," you say, a hand to his chest, your eyes starting to water.
"Of course you do," he says. You lean in to kiss his jawline once, twice. Jace is smiling softly when your lips meet his. The hand on your back tightens, holding you flush to him. When you pull back, Jace has a strange look on his face.
"What is it?" you ask.
"Do you remember the first time we came here?"
"Of course."
"You almost kissed me," he says, a shy smile growing on his face.
"That was a recurring pattern in our history, yes," you say. "But seems like we're past that." He smiles as he leans in again, his hand fisting in your hair, kissing your lips. He deepens it, backing you up until your legs rest against the fountain.
"Jace," you say, breaking away as he continues to kiss your face. You laugh when you say his name again. He breaks away, the smile still on his face.
"Sorry, just being back here reminds me of the last time, how much I wanted to kiss you back then," he says. "Sometimes, I can't believe this is real, that you love me back." You are smiling softly as you take his hand and kiss it gently.
"I know what you mean," you say. "It doesn't seem real. It's easier when I wake up next to you. Then I have the proof I'm not dreaming. I don't want to return to my chambers tonight."
"You don't have to," he says, squeezing your hand.
"It's not just the room," you say, "It's not being with you."
"I know, which is why I'm moving you into my chambers permanently."
"Jace, the message that would send--"
"What's wrong with a woman sharing the same room as her husband?" he asks. Confusion passes over your face for a moment, but quickly changes to amazement.
"What?" you choke out, the building emotions keeping you from saying much else. You need him to say it clearly, though.
"My mother has assured me that her blessing still stands. We can marry."
"Truly?" you ask.
"Yes," he says, pulling you close. "Doesn't this make you happy?" He studies your face.
"Oh, it absolutely terrifies me," you say with a laugh. "But it also makes me incredibly happy." He beams at you.
"You have nothing to be afraid of. Not when I'm at your side."
"I love you," you say, a hand to his face.
"I love you."
When he kisses you again, your arms wrap around his neck, and neither of you break away for a long while.
The wedding has been pushed until the bride and groom no longer have bruises marring their skin. The decision was also made that your wedding would be a private event. Although there would soon be a time when you would have to face the realm as princess, you want to stay in your bubble with Jace for as long as possible.
It's a lovely bubble to be in, too. To wake up next to him every morning, to learn more about him, to get to bask in his love and not hide away; you don't take it for granted for a second.
However, as the wedding approaches, the bubble gets closer to popping. You will only have five days of officially being his wife before you have to be presented as his princess.
Jace tries to keep your mind off of it, tries to keep you in the bubble. Still though, your anxious thoughts cloud your happiness.
Laying in bed now, you stare at the ceiling, imagining everything that can go wrong.
"What if they don't like me?" you ask aloud. Jace pushes out of the folds of your dress, wiping at his mouth.
âWhy wouldnât they like you?â he asks on a pant.
âBecause Iâm not what they expected, because our betrothal came out of nowhere.â
âNo, it didnât.â
âTo the realm, it will appear so.â
âY/N,â Jace say with a sigh, his hand tracing a soft pattern on your ankle. âThey are going to love you because you will make a great queen. You are kind, smart, and not afraid to fight for the future of the realm.â He kisses your thigh and smiles. âNot to mention, you are so gods-damn beautiful, just a glance at you will have them bending the knee.â
âYou exaggerate,â you say.
"I do not."
"You do," you say, "But I love you, still."
âI love you,â he says. âNow please, stop worrying and let me focus on what I was doing.â
âYes, My Prince,â you say with a smile. You lay back as Jaceâs lips meet your center, and this time, you let his mouth distract you from your worries.
Jace has never been happier. Watching you dance with his brother, he can't help the smile on his face. He hasn't been able to all day. From the moment he awoke, to when he finally saw you in your wedding dress, to the celebration now: his smile never fades.
The moment the song ends, he moves towards you, taking you from Joffrey's arms.
"Oh, hello," you say with a grin, falling into step with him.
"Hello," he says with a matching one.
"Joff and I barely finished our dance," you say.
"I didn't want to be apart from you any longer."
"Well I can understand that," you say. He kisses your lips easily.
"I'm so glad I can do that in front of everyone now."
"Me too."
"How does it feel?" he asks.
"Still so strange. Like I'm in the wrong shoes," you say. He shakes his head at you.
"There's something I've wanted to tell you," he says, "And I'm sorry it's on our wedding night, but I need you to know." You look at him nervously. "You've always been worthy. You didn't have to kill Barun and save me, you just had to be you."
You are silent for a moment, tears watering in your eyes. Your fingers are in his curls, playing carefully with them.
"I love you," you say.
"I love you."
"Brigitta," Jace says, his voice sensuously soft. "You are not needed for the night. I can help the princess undress." You look at him through the mirror in your bedroom, a sudden chill racing over your shoulders.
"Very well, Your Highnesses."
Jace doesn't even wait until she's left to come up behind you. His hand snakes around your waist, pressing his body into yours. He makes a sound low in his throat.
"I don't know if I will ever get used to that," you say, leaning your head back on his shoulder. He kisses your neck softly.
"Used to what?" he asks against your skin. His hands trail over your body, like it's the first time they've ever touched you.
"Being called princess," you say breathlessly. Jace's mouth closes on your neck, sucking gently.
"Why?" he asks. His hands move up to cup your breasts. He seems set on distracting you from speaking. He kneads them softly, eliciting a soft moan from you.
"Because I am not--"
"If you say anything about not being worthy," he says, breathless as he continues to feel your body, biting at your earlobe. "I will stop touching you."
"You can't comfort your new bride?" you ask, squirming against his body, the growing pressure there.
"I will do a lot to her," he whispers gruffly in your ear, "But pity her I will not." You grab at his hands, holding him still.
"Jace."
"Fucking look at you, Y/N," he says, meeting your gaze in the mirror. "You were meant to wear these clothes, this crown, this ring." He emphasizes his statement by squeezing your left hand.
"I was meant to wear this dress?" you ask. Jace grins.
"Not for much longer." His hand is gentle as it brushes your hair over your shoulder. Carefully, he pulls at the laces along your back. He moves agonizingly slow. Each time his fingers touch your bare skin, you shudder, until you are covered in goosebumps. Jace laughs against your skin.
"I love you," he says simply, then he lets your dress drop. "Princess."
"Jace," you start, but he cuts you off by turning you around, facing him.
"You better get used to it," he says. "There's no backing out now."
"I don't intend to."
"Good," he says, closing the gap between the two of you. He moves slowly, like he did your first night together. A hand in your hair, he explores your mouth easily. Your hands are on his chest, fiddling with the clasp of his cape. When it falls, it clatters to the ground. Jace pulls back from you with a soft laugh.
"Thank you, Princess."
"Stop that," you say, pulling him in for a quick kiss.
"Not until you're used to it," he says firmly. You loosen the ties at his side and he quickly tosses his doublet aside.
"This one, too," you say, a finger to the loose shirt he wears underneath.
"Yes, Princess," he says with a smirk. "I like when you tell me what to do." His shirt lands in a pile with your dress. His hand cups your cheek as he smiles at you, at your annoyance.
"I'm used to it now," you say, wrapping your arms around him. "You can stop now."
"It is so enjoyable though, Pri--" Your lips meet his, cutting him off. You want none of his slowness tonight. He can taste your need as your tongue slips into his mouth. He hums, bracing a hand on the back of your head to keep you close. The bed seems leagues away as he guides you towards it.
"Y/N," he says in breathless awe, watching your body as you sit on the bed. "You're my wife, my princess." A look passes over his face you know all too well.
"I know," you say, sitting up on your knees, so you are level with him once more. "Now, get up here and fuck your wife." He wraps warm hands around your waist. He speaks against your lips.
"My Princess." He crashes down on top of you, kissing you fiercely. You groan into his mouth, partially because of what he's doing, and partially because of what he called you.
He breaks for breath first, his mouth pink and smiling as he looks down at you. His arms bracket your face. You lean to the side and softly kiss his left hand.
"What is it?" you ask when he keeps looking at you.
"I can't decide between taking my time with you, or taking you roughly." He laughs at the whimper you make. "Slow it is."
"Jace," you say, gasping as his lips meet yours. He bites at your lower lip, eliciting another sound from you. His mouth moves down the length of your neck, leaving slow kisses in his wake.
He says your name, calls you princess, and tells you how beautiful you are, the entire way down your body. He stops at your hip, smirking at the face you pull.
"Y/N," he says lowly, smiling when your body jerks as he slide a fingers a finger through the wet warmth between your legs.
"Yes, My Prince?" you ask. He laughs.
"See, it's not so strange," he says. He adds another finger, both of them deliciously close to your clit, but never fully touching it.
"You were born into the name," you say breathlessly.
"So what?" His fingers slide inside of you. You moan, reaching for him. He holds your hand with his other.. You grip his hand as he pumps slowly. He kisses your inner thigh, slowly, slowly, moving his mouth to your center.
"Jace," you whine.
"Yes?"
"I--" His thumb finally grazes over your clit and you cry out.
"Tell me what you need, Princess." You roll your eyes, but it only makes him work his fingers harder. "Tell me."
"I need your mouth or your cock," you pant. Jace doesn't respond. The moment the words are out of your mouth, his is on your center. His touch is everything you want, and your body thrusts into him. You have devolved to a string of moans, swears, and gasps.
"You taste so good, Princess," he says against your skin. You can't even be annoyed, because when he's between your legs, whispering sweet nothings, it doesn't sound so strange.
"Jace," you cry out, when finally, the building pressure breaks in waves of pleasure. He rides you through it as always, a smile on his face when his fingers slide out of you. He moves up to your lips, kissing them sloppily.
"I'm never going to get tired of hearing my name on your lips," he says.
"I should just go back to calling you My Prince," you say. Your hand moves down to his trousers, working him through the fabric. His eyes flutter at your touch, and his intake of breath is near intoxicating.
"It means something entirely different now," he says, kicking his trousers off. When you touch him, the sound he makes has you smiling.
"You are My Prince," you say, kissing his lips slowly. Jace moans into your mouth.
"I need to be inside of you now," he says. You smile, nodding your head as you kiss him. You release your hand from his cock and he groans.
"So needy," you say, shifting on the bed, pushing him back until his back is against the headboard.
"Can you blame me, Princess?" he asks. You are shaking your head as you straddle his lap. Jace's hands are still greedy, grabbing at you anywhere they can touch. When you align his cock with your folds, his eyes are blown wide, filled with lust and love.
"I love you," you say.
"I love y--" He breathes in sharply as you slip him inside of you. He moans your name, and pulls your chest to his.
"Princess," he says breathlessly as you rock against him. Your arms are around his neck, giving him a view of your annoyed look.
"Stop with that," you say. He grips your hips, moving your body on his.
"I can't."
"I call you Jace, why can't you do the same?" You gasp when he shifts his angle slightly.
"Because you're finally my princess," he says, his breathing growing heavier.
"It's irksome," you say. His lips smile against your neck.
"I'm sorry, princess."
"Jace," you groan, grinding into him until he does, too.
"Let me do it, just tonight," he pants, "I want you to hear how beautiful it sounds." You don't respond, you just grab his face and kiss him. He holds your hips and drives your body against his. You are both quickly approaching your release, and Jace continues to moan 'Princess' into your ear. Per his request, you don't fight him on it. The more he says it, the less it seems ill-suited.
When he finally loses control and finishes inside of you, though, it is your name on his lips.
For a few moments, you are both silent, the room filled with only your breaths. You climb off of him, lying down at his side.
"So?" he asks.
"I could get used to it, I think. But only from your lips."
"That's a start," he says, leaning down to kiss you.
You stand along the balcony surrounding the ballroom, looking down at the throngs of people. The sight is beautiful. Ladies' ballgowns sparkle in the candlelight. Raucous laughter fills the room as wine is passed around.
The fact that all of this is for you feels incredibly wrong.
Just six days ago you were a title-less woman from the Vale, awaiting for you a life of nursemaiding, or marriage to a brute. It feels strange that now, you have what you have always dreamed about. What every young girl has dreamed about once in their life. You were married to a handsome prince. You were a princess. The rest of your life would be nothing but luxuries, and the juxtaposition is still jarring.
And somewhere, still inside of you, you felt as though you don't deserve it. That the life that had been laid out for you was the one you deserved. Your husband said otherwise, but in quiet moments like this, you feel out of place, like you donât belong.
âHave I ever told you how beautiful you look in red?â
You startle at Jaceâs voice. He walks to your side, laughing softly. He is dressed in his finest, as well. The doublet he wears clings to his chest in ways that have you thinking about leaving the party altogether.
âSorry, I didnât mean to startle you,â he says. He leans up against the banister rail, surveying the crowd with you for a quiet moment.
âWhat are you doing up here, Y/N?â he asks.
âJust making a plan of attack,â you say with a smirk, resting your hand on the railing. The wedding ring on your finger sparkles in the light.
âTheyâre going to absolutely love you.â
âUntrue. Do you know how many of these men I left in the garden or lied to about a cousin needing my help?â you ask. Jace laughs, shaking his head.
âI think theyâll get over it. Besides, youâll be queen one day. Whatever bad feelings they may have about you, theyâll put them aside to earn your favor,â he says. Your jaw tightens, reality washing over you that this is to be your life now.
âY/N,â Jace says, standing upright and taking your hands. He turns over the right palm, looking at the scar there. He frowns and rubs it softly with his own thumb. âYou are one of the strongest people I know. You can handle anything this court wields at you.â
âIâm not so sure,â you say quietly.
âI am,â he says. âIâm your husband now, Y/N, you should trust me.â
âI do,â you say, stepping closer to him slightly, meeting his eyes.
âThen trust when I say youâve got this. And,â he says, squeezing your hand softly, âIf we do hate it, we can always return to Dragonstone.â
âI donât want to run,â you say, glancing out at the crowd. âJust hide.â Jace laughs.
âTheyâre going to love you, just as much as I do,â he says. He puts a hand to your cheek, making you look into his brown eyes. âIn that dress, how could they not?â he asks. You are smiling when he leans in to kiss you.
His hand trails down your back, squeezing your backside playfully. You laugh into his kiss, opening it up with your tongue. Jace backs the two of you out of the light, up against a pillar in the shadow. His mouth claims yours, his hands greedy on your body.
âAnd just think,â he says, breaking away breathlessly, âIf the party gets unbearable, we can always sneak off to do this.â
âWhy go to the party at all?â you ask, pulling him back to your mouth with a hand in his curls. He laughs, but you know he wonât let the two of you stay like this for long.
âCome on,â he says when he pulls away. âI want to show off my princess.â
He leads you downstairs, just outside the banquet hall. For another few minutes, you keep him occupied with your lips on his, but then he breaks off.
"I'll announce you in a few minutes," he says, squeezing your hand.
"Dragonstone is always an option?" you ask. He smiles.
"Yes, but you won't need it."
"I love you," you say.
"I love you," he says. You cling to his words, gaining courage from them. He slips into the low murmurs of the crowd, leaving you alone. You hope he will be quick, because you aren't sure how long your courage will hold.
"Your Highness." The voice startles you, and when you turn to see Baela, your heart beat doesn't slow. "I'm sorry, I didn't meant to scare you."
"No, no, that's quite alright."
"What are you doing out here?" she asks with a smile. You haven't seen her since the wedding, and before then it was only in passing, or in large groups.
"Jace is going to formally present me," you say. Baela looks at you strangely.
"You're not used to it yet, are you? The title?"
"Not at all," you say with a laugh. Baela does, too, and it makes you relax a little.
"It'll take some time," she says sagely. You nod.
For a moment, it looks like she might leave, but you will hate yourself if you don't say what you must.
"Baela, Your Highness," you say, "We haven't talked very much since everything changed."
"Y/N," she says, smiling as she steps closer. "I want to talk to you, too."
"You do?"
"I know we haven't gotten to know each other, even before . . . everything happened," she says. You look down at your feet. "But I want you to know I'm happy for you. You make Jace so happy. I couldn't ask for anything better."
"Thank you," you say, your voice thick with emotion. "And I just have to say I'm sorry, for taking this from you." She gives you an easy smile.
"Do not worry for me," she says. "This change has given me a freedom I didn't know I could ever have. You have given me that."
"I'm glad for it. And glad for you," you say. "Jace is lucky to call you a friend."
"Thank you, Your Highness. Good luck, tonight. It will go quickly, I think."
"I hope so," you say. She gives you a smile as she enters the ballroom, too.
You stand still for a few minutes, a weight lifted off your shoulders you thought might never be. Knowing that Baela holds no anger for you, makes you believe that the rest might come easily, too.
When a guard waves you towards the door, you are ready. Your husband is on the other side, your family is on the other side. When the doors open and you hear Jace's voice, you let out a sigh of relief.
âPlease allow me to introduce my bride, Princess Y/N Velaryon.â
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I am going to detail the ps3 saga. It is for my own reference, because it's getting to the point where I may forget things I've tried (or perhaps "done to it") to fix it.
I'd appreciate advice, but I'm not exactly asking for it lol
Initial Stage
seemingly no problems. Games played to completion during this phase were Bioshock 1-3, Fallout 3, Dragon Age 1-2, Sly 2 (digital). DLC for Dragon Age 1&2 was also purchased and downloaded, and played without issue (unless you count download speed).
I played all of these without regard for time; the shortest sessions were likely no less than 2hrs, probably more often averaging out at 5 or 6. The only issue I ran into was some freezing (I think twice) during really heavy load non-essential areas of Fo3. And that was after hours; I think I managed to access the area normally at least once.
DA: Inquisition
NB: It's been years. I'm as deep in reddit as I can get without an account. Multiple people in my real life (and a couple on here) have tried to help me with this. I understand the general "fix" is to give up on the game. The current issue is that this is no longer restricted to this game. I'm simply outlining things I did in the name of trying to play this game.
Here is where trouble begins. Not a strictly delineated stage, since I tested it between playing the others. Dragon Age: Inquisition crashes the console entirely. I've tried it so many times I don't quite remember the order of the operations, so I'll outline the fixes.
[[Sidequest where I learned about the whole DA Keep thing and made an EA account to make a Keep account to input my worldstate, then was banned from EA for unknown reason, then my wifi was too weak so I wrangled our home network into this decade with naught but google and a prayer]]
I begin the game, but before exiting the character creator, the console beeps three times, the red light starts flashing, and the screen goes black. This occurs every attempt. It often crashes earlier, but I never get past character creator. I casually try some fixes over the course of a couple years (trying when the console is ice cold, trying different outlets and cord ports, simple things.) I go long stretches without trying it â I've basically written the game off.
Until one random try, I get past character creation. I get into a (feels like) 15-minute-long cutscene. I slam a manual save at the first opportunity. I think I manage to get to the end of the tutorial before it crashes. (3 beeps, flashing red).
Now that I have a save, I can technically play the game! For the next few weeks, I try with renewed vigor. Never again do I get that long of a stretch of uninterrupted play. I walk a knife's edge of manual saves that will tax the console but safeguard my progress for the inevitable crash. I resort to timing sessions between crashes. I get as far as 5 minutes including having to safe-boot the console from the previous crash.
I realize I cannot go on like this, but I am unfortunately motivated anew to find a fix.
It's not the disc; I bought digital copy of the game, and it behaves exactly the same.
It's not storage; I purged the system so the only game on it was DA:I. I did this with both disc and digital.
Also, my spite motivation is through the roof because this issue seems specific to me. All the threads I find discuss crashes after hours of gameplay; no one is complaining about minutes.
Cleaning
Having seen it as a suggestion and having watching one (1) youtube video, I decided to open the ps3 to clean it. It wasn't a difficult task, but it was impressively clean, and I didn't feel like it made a difference.
(In the process, I lost two outer chassis screws, and have a clip* and the security screw that I couldn't put back in. Everything worked fine tho.)
At this stage, I played Assassin's Creed 4 to completion, again in long stretches (4-6hrs), and again with no problems. DA:I behaved the same as at first (three beeps, flashing red, crashing out pre-character creator).
Thermal Stage
Replacing the thermal paste was the final fix I was willing to attempt, and only because a friend very nicely gave me some he had left over. I took the console apart again, this time more granularly. This time I had to disconnect the power button, whose ribbon cable disintegrated in my hand. Other than that, I didn't perceive issues when reassembling.
In fact, the console worked fine without the ribbon cable, using the controller to turn it on! I played some game for a bit before testing DA:I â which behaved exactly the same; crashing out at character creation with three beeps and a flashing red light. Except the only way to boot up after that crash is with the (now disconnected) power button. So I ordered & installed a new ribbon cable, and all seemed fine.
I played a point & click in its entirety (again, large chunks of time) without issue. I played some of Bioshock 1&2 and a chunk of AC4 without issue.
New, Scary Stage
I recently bought Fallout: New Vegas GOTY, after specifically checking if it had big problems on ps3. General consensus seemed to be that it runs as well as Fo3 (not perfectly, but playable). I played it fine for 3-4 hours one night without issue. The next night, I played for an hour or so, then it crashed.
first crash: no sound, solid red light, screen simply blacked out. It was warm, so I stood it up for better air flow
rebooted with intent to get through safe start and turn it back off; it crashed on the menu, this time with 3 beeps and a flashing red light
rebooted now with intent to eject the disc; did so, left it on to see if it would cool down/sleep/the fans would stop. it didn't.
shut it down, but as it turned off, beeped thrice & blinking red light.
rebooted once more to get through safe start, then shut it down and didn't touch it for 24 hours.
next day, i booted it to see if there were similar issues; didn't appear so, so I went to shut it down; as it turned off, it beeped thrice & blinking red light.
booted once more to check for safe start, then shut it down, blessedly without issue. I have not touched it since.
Current Thoughts
I'm gonna replace the (original) HDMI cable and see if that does anything; it's something we need in the house anyway
I found an engineer's(?) blog post that suggests the issue is with the bluray drive. I think only certain games are on bluray disc, so I'll try to avoid them if I can.
On that note, I'm gonna avoid FO:NV; the GOTY edition is explicitly a bluray disc. I may buy the regular edition if its clear the bluray is the problem
I'll look into cleaning the disc drive (maaaybe replacing it? again, if I can confirm it's the real issue)
I've been referencing fasttech so far; they seem professional and their tutorials have been real helpful
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Oh, right! Earlier today at 2am I finally got 100% completion on Kirby's Triple Deluxe!

I was so happy to finally achieve this and watch the cutscene that plays afterwards. I remember buying this game at launch, but since my siblings and I bought the game together, I allowed my sister to hold on to it. Unfortunately, the game did get lost though I never blamed her for this, but I never had the chance to play it again after that initial year. This (100% completion) definitely wasn't something I did as a kid since the True Arena took me over 20 tries to complete until I learned how to be patient and worried more about conserving health than attacking at every moment. Also, hammer is the best ability and is your best friend! (No wonder why Dedede is the best Kirby character, haha).
Anyways, after that, I had to get all the golden keychains I ended up missing, so I ended up caving for the first time and looking up a guide. There was only 12 I was missing, but some of them I definitely wouldn't have gotten if I didn't get that help (which as a kid I definitely wouldn't have).
Putting this under the cut - the reason why I'm only playing this game over a decade later is because, as I stated before, the original copy got lost. But I did know that if I did want to play, I wanted to play on the actual hardware so Citra wasn't cutting it. Anyways, having a tool for getting max play coins without changing the date and shaking my 3DS was really helpful. I wonder how long this completion would've taken in regards to the keychains if I didn't have that.
Also, King Dedede is awesome. Even as a kid I noticed the "Triple Deluxe" sounding like 'Triple D' or DDD, and how the games together (Main, Fighters, Drum Dash) could also technically be the Triple Deluxe, lol. And King Dedede's extra mode (Dedede Tour) was awesome, we need an actual Dedede's Adventure game!
The only thing that made me feel sort of bittersweet was doing Fighters since my siblings and I spent a lot of time doing download play for that, and since they both either lost or broke their 3DSes ages ago, it's no longer possible to play this game with all three of us. And well, I doubt we would even if I asked since I do still have my original non-modified 3DS.
But anyways, this game was amazing and while replaying I did feel a load of nostalgia. Things like Dark Meta Knight in Dedede Tour was a core memory for me (because he used to be so hard, but this time I only died once to him). Same thing with Sectonia in the main story and lots of other moments. I really am happy with this Kirby game and am glad that, unlike my other favorite franchise, this is a game that I could recommend to anyone. People without much experience with platformers can enjoy it, and I feel like even experienced players (such as myself) can find it to be a relaxing experience with occasional moments of difficulty spikes.
Anyways, this game took me a total of 18 hours to complete! Which I think was time well-spent. During my previous 100% completion journey with my other favorite franchise, there were lots of moments where I regretted that, so I'm glad that Kirby has been with a well-start.
Haven't blogged it before, but I already completed the Forgotten Land (True Arena there game me immense psychic damage) and Star Allies. Maybe Epic Yarn on Wii but I have to wait til I get home later, but either way I will still do the Extra one on 3DS. And I definitely didn't do it on Return to Dream Land since the True Arena there also gave my siblings and I trouble as kids.
Therefore, I currently have a total of 3, maybe 4, Kirby games with 100% completion. Planet Robobot will be next. Which, is very exciting because I get to play as Meta Knight!
Actually, I already have almost 7 hours of playtime from early last year, but the 3DS I was using stopped working, and I was too lazy to fix it until last month. Unfortunately, my save data there got lost. But I guess I'll make up for the fact of not having any childhood memories for that game by doing a second playthrough.
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hiii besties!! itâs been a hot minute since iâve been on/posted on here and iâve missed yâall <3 i did some cc shopping and finally opened sims yesterday for the first time in months. made this lil simmie and did a quick edit to post! iâm going to start getting caught up on reblogging and replying to asks, sorry that itâs been such a delay! (also am currently working on some new nails *wink* *wink*) love and appreciate all you lovely humans so much <33
more in depth update below the cut for those interested :)
so i genuinely have no idea how to do quality update posts, but i guess iâll just go in order of events.
i would say july was fairly eventful. i finished my infusion treatments at the hospital, which ended up making me feel SO much better (i had severe anemia). i genuinely didnât realize how bad the physical and mental toll that it was taking on my body. i gamed a LOT, just had lost pretty much any interest in the sims. fall guys had become my fixation, and i had started a perfection save in stardew which also became the only thing i wanted to do. i bought more squishmallows. i got another piercing in my ears, and that same day i got fitted and met with a physical therapist so i can start the painfully long process of getting a new wheelchair. i saw a rainbow while driving home from my dadâs house. i took wayyyy too many pictures of my puppy whoâs literally ginormous now, and taking all the pics of my kitties!! july ended with a mini road trip to see a comedy show, and i took pictures of clouds the whole way there.
the beginning of august was bittersweet, but was followed by one of the best days iâve had all year. august 1st i hung out with my best friend in the whole universe before she moved 13 hours away. weâve dealt with long distance before and talk every day, but this is definitely the farthest weâve ever been from each other. iâm soo happy for her and am so excited to see all the amazing things sheâs gonna do in the future. a few days later, i went on another road trip to nashville!! another bestie of mine was having a concert that i could not miss. plus i love nashville, so i will take any excuse to go. this trip was one of the trips EVER!! i got to see a lot of my internet friends too that i never get to see and i love them all so much. the concert was SOOO good <3 ugh i wish i could go backkkk. i also bought more squishmallows in nash lmaooo. theyâre addicting. the rest of august was pretty much uneventful. i played stardew and fall guys with friends, animal snuggles bc theyâre all terrified of storms and we had some bad ones, and i bought myself a fancy new mechanical keyboard (the new logitech one from the aurora collection!!) itâs so beautiful, i literally cried when i first opened it.
september was eh. i started a new animal crossing island, which i spent a lot a time playing. that and any animal snuggle i could get. the end of september was a bit rough, i was in pretty low spirits. i lost a close friend of mine earlier this year and it was her birthday. i couldnât stop thinking about her, which was also making me think of my dog that i had also lost earlier this year (both happened on the same day). there was also some other family stuff, so i didnât love the end of september. good things did happen though! my furbaby niece came to live with us again. i missed her so much. sheâs the cutest lil peanut ever. and i went to the movie theater which was fun! also prepped for my birthday trip since we were leaving the first of october!
and now weâre in october. this month so far has been good! it started with another road trip for my birthday (i turned 23 on oct 4!) this was hands down one of the most fun trips iâve ever been on. we went to austin for a concert two nights in a row and they were both just so magical. i dressed up fun and went shopping too (yes i bought more squishmallows) honestly that trip would have to be itâs own full post bc so much happened. have just been chilling ever since. was supposed to go on another mini road trip yesterday for a concert but pneumonia went through our house (i didnât catch it thankfully) so that kind of threw a wrench in our plans. oh and dr. ms. taylor alison swift released an album and it has such a chokehold on me itâs not even funny. i literally cannot describe how much i love her. every time iâm listening to it, my puppy runs in and comes to listen too. sheâs got TASTE :) oh and omg i almost forgot, i reached perfection in stardew!!!!!!! this is the first time iâve ever done that and it was so fun.
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Brace for impact y'all cuz my brain is being Extra Rude this fine Sunday. OKAY, so...
What with Lena's new unemployment status, obviously we have all these hcs about her being unable to afford the penthouse and moving in with Kara.
Then of course we have all the accompanying hcs about Lena's time in the apartment between now and when Kara gets back (blanket sniffing, inability to sleep in Kara's bed, ready-to-pack corner of belongings so as to not alter Kara's home, and all those other super fun things that make me wanna cry).
I see all of those (and love them) and I raise you one: the Mxy tapes.
So, we see right after Mxy leaves when Kara picks up "The One Where Lena Decided To Work With Lex" which is what, in combination with her realization that telling Lena the truth always has "huge" consequences, motivates her to make that super OOC decision to absolve herself entirely of her guilt and tell Lena she'll treat her like a villain if she works with Lex, yes?
Now, what if that wasn't the only tape Mxy left behind? What if he left a recording of each of those alternate timelines because, after seeing Kara twist what she learned to fit her frustration over Lena's continued cold shoulder and hearing what she said to Lena, Mxy decided she might want to watch them again at some point to remember the real takeaway: she's fighting for the relationship that saves the world...
Kara found the tapes stacked on the coffee table when she got home, with a note that said "You found the magic. Now don't lose it." She wanted to get angry, but instead she just put the tapes in a box on the shelf under the TV and tried to forget about them.
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Lena's hand shakes slightly as she slides the key into the lock, feeling the ghost of Alexâs hand rest gently on her shoulder as it had when sheâd pressed the cold metal into her palm a few hours earlier with a silent offer and an encouraging nod. The door swings open slowly, and Lena is hit by a sudden wave of cold. Not temperature, but energy. Itâs too quiet - no NSYNC on the speaker or Bachelorette on the TV. Itâs too empty - no smell of fresh (slightly burnt) bread or yarn strewn all over the counter from Karaâs various crochet projects. Itâs too...Kara-less.
Lena shakes off the feeling and slides her bag off her shoulder in the corner by the bookcase, careful not to knock Karaâs favorite cinnamon candle off the stool beside her, as she tells Alexa to play Nina Simone. She zips open her bag to pull out her favorite copy of Mrs. Dalloway and finds it missing. Realizing she must have left it in her desk drawer at LexCorp, Lena makes a mental note to send Brainy in after it tomorrow with the promise that he can change all of Lexâs passwords one more time before they leave the game for good.
Lena stares at the blank TV screen for a moment, dreading the thought of watching anything in this room without Karaâs head on her shoulder or in her lap. So, she crouches to look at the shelves of the TV stand, hoping to find at least one of the books sheâd gotten Kara for her birthday last year wedged between the latest issues of CatCo Magazine and the recipe books Alex had gotten her in the hopes of spending less money on pot stickers every week.
Sheâs just zeroed in on The Color Purple when she notices a box she doesnât recognize laying across the tops of the books on the other shelf. She reaches for it on instinct, then hesitates. She hasnât touched anything of Karaâs since their falling out, and what if Karaâs âwhatâs mine is yoursâ rule no longer applies to her now? She considers leaving it alone and waiting for Kara to get back and explain, sliding The Color Purple toward her without taking her eyes off the box, before her curiosity gets the better of her and she caves, tossing the book onto the coffee table.
She opens the lid and starts at the sight of VHS tapes. Hasn't she taught Kara better than this? They'd converted all her old tapes to DVDs months into their friendship ("Kara, these things deteriorate so easily and the picture quality becomes awful, don't you want something that will last?"). She picks up the first tape and reads the label on the side: "The One Where Lena Doesn't Make It Back In Time." Her brows furrow as she stares, unblinking, at the title - demanding answers she knows only one person can give her.
She glances around, but doesn't see a VHS player anywhere, so she sets the tape on the floor beside her and picks up the next one. "The One Where Lena Can't Save Sam Or Herself." Lena shoves down her growing horror and discards the tape, hoping the next one will be less ominous. She picks it up and chokes back a sob as she reads: "The One Where There Are No Survivors."
Lena can't wait for answers anymore, so she gathers the tapes back into the box, grabs her purse and Kara's key, and heads to the closest library. Lena finds the old CRT sitting on a rolling cart in the back corner of the library, tucked between the stacks of kids' books. She pulls the first tape out of the box and slides it carefully into the slot.
30 minutes later, with tears and too-cheap eyeliner streaming down her face, Lena picks up the last tape. "The One Where Lena Was Never Your Friend." And here she'd thought things couldn't get worse. Lena takes a deep breath as she inserts the tape.
At the sight of the ruin that meets Kara and Mxy, Lena stifles the urge to laugh. Of course this is what a world without her best friend looks like. This exactly how it feels now, and she's only been gone a few weeks.
Lena's breath catches as she hears herself ask "who's Kara?," the mere thought of a world where the reporter had never believed in her, never cared enough to love her, almost too much to bear. Her hand drifts absent-mindedly to her chest as she watches herself reveal a kryptonite heart, and for a moment she can hear the sounds of her own screams as her mother's experiments rob her of the last of her humanity.
She presses her hand closer to her heart, sure that it's stopped beating at the sight of Kara on the ground, in pain at her hands but still refusing to fight her. Feels it shatter when her worst self says exactly the same words she'd said to Kara in the Fortress when asked why she had pretended to be Kara's friend for so long.
And she thinks it might kill her, this agony that's filling her body like acid. She wonders for a moment if this is what kryptonite feels like to Kara. Because it sure feels like her skin is getting seared off her bones and there are nails in her blood and it sure seems like she won't survive watching herself kill her best friend as she lies helpless and desperate on the floor.
And when Mxy pulls them out, Lena's breath returns full force until she's hyperventilating because Kara is gone and she doesn't know how long it will be until they get her back; and she was terrified of what she'd become when she lost Jack but she survived because of Kara; and if this is what losing Kara without ever having her in the first place looks like, Lena has never been more afraid than she is as she realizes what will happen to the world if she doesn't get Kara back. What she'll do to the world if it dares to take Kara from her.
So, when she gathers the tapes and goes to return them to the box and finds a note at the bottom that says "You found the magic. Now don't lose it," Lena promises herself that, for as long as she lives, she will do everything in her power to keep the magic that is Kara Danvers in her life.
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Alex knocks on the apartment door three days later and finds it unlocked. She pushes the door open and her hand drifts to her gun, but relaxes as she sees Lena's sleeping form curled up on the couch. Alex approaches a box she knows the contents of all too well and finds it open and empty on the table before she notices the VCR player and tapes strewn across the floor. She smiles softly as she recalls the image of Kara in the exact same position months earlier. And, as she carefully plucks the handwritten note from Lena's clutched fist, she smiles at the knowledge that, once Kara returns, no force in the world will be able to keep them apart again.
UPDATE: Ask and ye shall receive
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
#supergirl#supercorp#supercorp headcanon#lena luthor#kara danvers#alex danvers#this got so much more elaborate than I planned#but oh well#have fun suffering with me
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Heyo! I'm a REALLY REALLY REALLY! Big fan of angst and your works, so I have a suggestion! So like, in this au Bakugou and Y/N are aged up and they have a daughter (let's just say her name is either Katsumi or Kirumi). So, the child is 4 years old and she didn't get her quirk yet. Let's just say Bakugou got drunk when his friends dragged him to a bar and this woman decided to hit him up and let's just say he cheated- so Y/N found out because kiri just had to tell her because it wasn't manly at all for him to keep a secret and Y/N left him with his child and boom! Bad ending. Please tag me in this one tyy!

Bet.
(Changed it up the slightest bit to make Katsumi remember bc I kinda wanna do a part 2 for this)
Nobody to Blame but Yourself - Bakugou Katsuki
Bakugou x f!reader
Warnings: ANGST, cursing, cheating, alcohol consumption
BAKUGOUâS MASTERLIST
Pt.1 Pt.2
You have a small, beautiful family. Your loving husband, Katsuki and your adorable daughter, 5 year old Katsumi.
Katsumi was your precious baby girl. She had Katsukiâs ash blonde hair with your silky smooth hair texture. She had your E/C eyes and Katsukiâs porcelain skin. She had Katsukiâs bravery and boldness along with your kindness and compassion. She was a perfect mix of you both.
Y/N and Katsuki have been together ever since their childhood. Their families were close and they grew up together. Katsuki always swore to protect his princess. They got together in their junior year and about 5 years after they graduated from UA high, Katsuki proposed.
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âBe back soon, okay Suki?â You sweetly said to your husband as he got closer to the door. He pulled you in with a smile and pecked your cheek.
âYeah, yeah Teddy Bear. Iâll probably be back sooner than you think, donât even wanna go with those losers.â He complained with a strained face. You giggled at his expression and went on.
âThose losers have been your best friends since high school. You love them. You know you do,â you teased. âBesides, you havenât spent some time with them in forever.â
âYeah Y/N. Iâm a husband and a dad. I donât need to be around my friends, I need to be with my family.â He exclaimed with a playful voice.
âWell your family will still be here when you get back. Just as long as you always come back to us too.â You said with a wink.
âAlways will Teddy Bear.â He said holding you tight. He held you close until you both heard the little pitter patter of feet running to the front door. You both looked down and saw your daughter in her pjs and watched as she jumped onto Katsuki.
âBe back soon daddy!â She said with a squeal. Katsumi was definitely a daddyâs girl. Her and her father were attached at the hip the second she was born. They were best friends and you loved their father-daughter dynamic.
âKatsumi, youâre supposed to be sleeping, love.â You said with a chuckled as you held her tiny hand while Katsuki picked her up in his arms.
âI wanted to say bye to daddy before he went to see uncle Kiri! And uncle Denki and uncle Sero and Auntie Mina!â She said and watched as you and Bakugou lip synced to her voice as she said the Bakusquadâs names. She laughed at her parentâs teasing as Katsuki assaulted her in kisses.
âThatâs sweet baby bear. Donât worry. Iâll be back soon. So get to bed you brat,â Bakugou said as he placed his daughter down and ruffled her hair. Others would look down on the rough treatment but you knew Katsumi never took it seriously. She always laughed and played back with Katsuki whenever he put on his âmean guy act.â
âMâkay.â Katsuki bent down to kiss her cheek and you followed doing the same action before Katsumi ran back off to her room. You and Katsuki said bye to each other after Katsuki gave you a loving kiss. He walked out the door to meet with his friends as he knew he was in for a long night.
It would soon shock him to see how true that statement would be.
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The night was going well. Katsuki left around 8:30 and he said he would be back sooner than you thought so considering he was now a family man, you thought heâd be back by midnight. However, you woke up in the middle of the night and saw it was 3 in the morning...and he still wasnât home. You were starting to get worried now.
If this was back in your earlier years of marriage, youâd say this was okay. Not great but okay, except now, Katsuki has responsibilities and promises that he vowed to keep. He shouldâve been home a long time ago. Where was he? You stayed up deciding to sit and wait for him to come home and after almost 2 hours, your phone rang.
You picked it up quickly with a little bit of fear and anger sitting in your stomach. You didnât even bother to check who it was so when you heard the voice of your husbandâs best friend instead of Katsuki, you grew concerned.
âKatsuki! Where are you?!â You asked with worry as you slightly shouted into the phone.
âHey Y/N..... Itâs Kirishima. Umm...I have something to tell you.â He said with sadness detected in his voice.
âKiri? Is everything alright? Wheres Katsuki?â You asked.
âIâm so sorry Y/N...â
Listening to the red headâs voice made your eyes pop. Your body trembled and tears began to pool in your eyes as you shook your head in denial. Katsuki loved you. You both had a daughter! A family! He would never....he wouldnât....right? After talking to your friend for some time and getting the crucial information you needed, you made up your mind on what you had to do.
âT-Thank you, Kirishima. Goodnight.â You said into the phone with a hiccup.
âIâm sorry Y/N. You donât deserve this. You and Katsumi....goodnight.â He said and hung up the phone. You placed it down and sat in silence for a moment. After about a minute, you broke down again and cried into your hands. You sobbed as tears flowed down your cheeks. Rivers of heartbreak and anger streamed down your face as you cried the night away.
Well..you couldnât cry all night. Katsuki would probably be back in the morning and you had plans. Youâd have to save your tears for later. You looked at the time.
4:18 a.m.
You set your alarm for 6 and went back to bed. The whole night, all you could think about was your precious baby girl. This was going to break her little heart. Instead of crying over your husbandâs betrayal, you wept for your daughterâs future without her best friend. Eventually you cried yourself to sleep and the sun rose in time.
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10:00 a.m
Katsuki opened his eyes to the alarm on the nightstand. He yawned a bit before adjusting his eyes to morning light. The more he looked at the stand, the more he realized he didnât recognize it. Nor the alarm clock. He looked around and noticed he wasnât in his bedroom. Katsuki shot up and sat on the bed and looked down to notice he was completely undressed. He looked to the side and saw some random woman. A complete stranger who was also naked in bed with him. His heart grew rapid as his eyes grew frantic.
âNo, no, no, no, no, no this canât be happening..this canât be happening!â Katsuki said as his hands found way to his hair as he tugged on the blonde locks. The woman next to him awoken to his shuffling and smiled up at him. She placed her hand on his bare chest and cuddled in close to him as she sighed in content.
âGâmorning handsome. Had a fun night?â She teased, reminding him of his affair and unloyal actions.
âGet the fuck off me!â He said as he jumped out of bed and found his pants. He pulled them on and continued to scream. âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?! The hell did you do to me you fucking slut?â
âWhatâre you talking about? And who the fuck are you calling a slut?â The woman said with sass.
âJust tell me where I am!â Katsuki demanded.
âA hotel! You know, the hotel you dragged me to so you could get your dick wet.â She said as she sat up from the bed but still covered herself with the blanket.
âWhy the fuck would I do that?!â He screamed.
âYou tell me. All I know is that I saw you in that bar, you drank a hell of a lot with your friends, I came up to you and flirted with you, you flirted back, we shared a few more drinks, and you dragged me here. I mean, I consented of course but still.â The stranger explained. Bakugou shook as he looked around in a frenzy. âAnyway, round 2?â
âYou fucking bitch, I have a wife!â He screamed at her as he got himself dressed.
âHeh, wow. Well when your wife leaves you after she finds out you cheated, give me a call.â The woman said as she layed back down on the bed. Katsuki seethed at her as he squinted his eyes in disgust.
âYou shameless slut. Like hell I will! And Y/Nâs not gonna leave me! She loves me! And I love her-â
âSure didnât seem like it last night~â the woman said. Bakugou had enough and blasted the bed she was on with his quirk before cussing her out and leaving her there. He quickly ran out the hotel and found his car. He hopped inside and started it as he quickly sped off home.
âShit!â Bakugou screamed at himself. How could he do that?! How could he cheat on you?! You were his everything! You and Katsumi! His two girls were his entire world! And he betrayed the both of you by doing this. He could only hope that you wouldnât find out. He canât tell you what he did. He would lose you! He canât lost you! This whole thing just has to pass over and things will be fine. Right? Well something didnât sit right with him as he inched closer and closer to his house.
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When the 6 oâclock alarm rang, you woke up, ready for the day to begin and the drama to unfold. You were quick to get yourself ready. Brush your teeth, shower, get dressed, a little makeup, and you packed your important belongings and your clothes. Everything else would be replaceable. You put on a pair of shoes and put the rest in the large suitcase you had.
You made a quick call to Mina, assuming she already knew what happened. You asked if you could drop Katsumi off for some time and she of course said yes. After saying âthank you,â you brought all your bags into your car and went back inside to get your daughter.
You walked into your daughterâs bedroom to see her sleeping peacefully. Next to her bed, a framed picture of your once happy family. It was Katsumiâs 4th birthday and she didnât want to spend it with anybody else except for Mommy and Daddy. Now, you were gonna have to take someone out the picture. You shook your daughter awake and watched as she opened her beautiful E/C eyes that resembled your own.
âKatsumi..hey baby, wake up.â You softly said with a reassuring smile to not alarm her. You watched as she rubbed her eyes with her tiny fist and looked up at you.
âMommy? Whatâs going on?â She asked as she looked around in a daze.
âYouâre gonna have a little play date at Auntie Mina and Uncle Kiriâs house. Uncle Denki and Uncle Sero will be there too! You excited?â You asked with enthusiasm to hide your pain.
âReally Mommy?!â Your daughter asked with excitement.
âMhm! Get ready and get dressed for Mommy. Theyâll be here at 8, okay?â You said rubbing your daughterâs back before she quickly jumped out of bed and into her own bathroom.
âOkay Mommy!â She said as she ran into the bathroom, turning on the sink to begin her morning routine. Some time passed and Katsumi got dressed and you went back in her room to help her dry her hair. You helped her put on her shoes and by the time they were on, Mina and Kiri were already at the door.
You opened it with a soft smile and the couple looked at you with supportive, sad eyes. âHey guys..â
âItâs okay to be sad Y/N, weâre here for you.â Mina said. Your eyes teared up at her words but you shook your head and gave her a hug.
âThank you, but I promise myself I wouldnât cry. At least, not when Katsumiâs around. I gotta be strong for her. Her whole lifeâs about to change after all.â You sadly said as you looked down and released your hold on Mina. Your pink friend nodded before walking into the house to find Katsumi in her bedroom. You and Kirishima stayed at the door and talked a bit more.
âIâm so sorry for all of this Y/N. I shouldâve been watching him more.â Kirishima said as he looked down in sorrow.
âKiri, you shouldnât have to watch him. He cheated and that was his choice. Your choice was being a true friend and telling me. A true man,â you joked. You both gave a little bittersweet laugh before calming down again. âThank you so much Kirishima.â
The red head did nothing but pull you in for a tight hug. You almost cried on his shoulder before your daughter came to the both of you. âUncle Kiri!â
You both separated and looked down at the excited 5 year old. She jumped onto her uncle and he happily held her in his arms. âHey squirt. Ready for a day full of fun?â
âMhm!â Katsumi replied. You all talked some more before Katsumi said her goodbye to you and went off with Kirishima and Mina. You shut the door and took a break as you allowed a few silent tears to drop. You wiped them away and went to pack your daughterâs bags. Just a few more hours and heâd be home..probably. All you knew was that youâd have to face him eventually.
Finally, you finished packing your daughterâs things and placed them in your car. You put on a jacket and waited for Katsuki to walk through the doors. Soon, this perfect little family would go crumbling to the ground.
â
Katsuki pulled into his driveway and his eyes took notice of your car still there. He smiled at the sight and quickly got out of the car. He slammed the vehicle door shut and ran to the entrance. He unlocked the door in a rush and to say he was happy to see you on the couch, still there, was an understatement.
âY/N! Hey Teddy Bear! I am so sorry!â He said as he ran to you and sat down next to you on the couch, pulling you in for a tight hug. He was too happy to even notice your jacket and shoes that you wore.
âKatsuki, you were gone all night. Where were you?â You said in a soft voice as you placed your hand on his chest so you could face him.
âI-..I overdid it and spent the night at Kirishimaâs. Iâm so sorry I didnât tell you, love. I was passed out the whole night.â He said and attempted to pull you in again but you pressed a hand to his chest to stop him. You couldnât believe he was going to lie to you. Actually, now that you think about it, cheating wasnât below him so why would lying be either?
âSo why didnât Kirishima call me? Or Mina?â You questioned. Unfortunately, you underestimated Katsukiâs quick tongue. He was a good liar, and if you hadnât already known the truth, youâd probably believe him.
âShitty hairâs phone died and Alien girl was asleep by the time we got back. By the time he put me in the guest bed, I knocked out so donât asked me what happened after.â He said. Your anger and fury grew at his lies but he didnât notice. âLook, Iâm so sorry I came back so late but I can make it up to you Teddy Bear. Now would you just give me a hu-â
âSHUT! UP!â You screamed as you pushed him off of you. You stood up from the couch and Bakugou watched you in âconfusion.â Bakugou felt his heart racing as he had a guess at why you were so mad but he refused to believe it.
âT-Teddy Bear, whats wrong?â He asked with shaky hands as he tried to reach out to you but you dodged all his attempts.
âWhatâs wrong? Whatâs wrong?! Youâre fucking lying to me! Youâre lying to me after doing what you did! Katsuki, are you just gonna act like you donât know what you did?! Because I know! So why donât you?!â You screamed at him. Bakugou still couldnât believe you knew so he tried his soft attempts once more and reached out to you again.
âBaby, please calm dow-â
âAre you fucking serious Katsuki? Youâre gonna tell me to calm down?!â You laughed out in disbelief. You watched as Katsukiâs lip began to tremble and he looked down in shame. âSay it.â
âWhat?â He spoke softly.
âSay what you did.â
â......â
âSay it Katsuki! Tell me what you did and how you betrayed not only me but your daughter too.â You specified. It took Bakugou a second before he spoke up in a soft, quiet voice.
âI cheated on you...â
âLouder.â
âI cheated on you!â He said while standing up and facing you with tears in his eyes. âI cheated on you! Okay?! I got drunk last night and slept with someone else but baby I swear I didnât mean it!â He said as he walked to you and tried to hold you. You once again pushed his hands away before speaking back.
âIt doesnât matter if you meant it or not Katsuki! You still did it!â Your voice grew dry as it began to break. Your eyes pooled with tears as you continued. âI wouldâve NEVER done that to you. I wouldnât even be CAPABLE of doing that to you Katsuki! Because I love you!â
âI love you Y/N! I swear I do!â He fought back but you retaliated.
âIt doesnât seem like it! Because you slept with someone else! You promised me you would never hurt me. You promised you would always protect me. You promised me that you loved me and only me! Not only that but you promised your daughter that you would never bring harm to her! Guess what?! Youâre the reason her whole life is going to be so fucked Katsuki! Do you realize that?!â You screamed at him.
âI do, Teddy Bear, I do!â He said.
âDonât fucking call me that Katsuki!â You said with an exasperated voice. Bakugou shook his head as he walked to you and kneeled infront of you.
âBaby, please! Iâm sorry! I was drunk, it didnât mean anything! It was a mistake but if we can forget about this I promise Iâll make it up to you!â He begged.
âForget? Forget?! Are you insane?! Iâm never gonna be able to forget any of this Katsuki. How the hell am I supposed to forget that my first friend, my first love, my first kiss, my first everything betrayed me like this! How am I supposed to forget that my husband, who Iâve known since we were fucking babies, cheated on me?! Tell me!â You said as the tears finally fell.
âI donât know...I donât know but I promise I can make it up to you! So please forgive me! Please stay!â He pleaded. The whole time he couldnât let go of you. Every time you pushed him off, he just came right back.
âHow am I supposed to trust that youâll actually keep that promise?â You said softly with a sad voice. âIf it wasnât clear already, Iâm not staying. Weâre getting a divorce, Katsuki.â
Bakugou felt his heart shatter. He looked at you with his trembling body and shaky irises. âW-What?â
âKatsuki...you cheated. Thereâs no other way around it. No explanations or excuses. And you canât even blame it on the alcohol because Iâve been blackout drunk before too and the idea of cheating on you never even crossed my mind. You have nobody to blame but yourself.â You said with a broken voice and a shrug. âWeâre getting a divorce and Iâm taking Katsumi with me.â You said and began to walk to the door.
Bakugou couldnât believe what he just heard and so he got up from his knees and ran after you. He ran in front of you and held you by the shoulders. âWhat?! No! Baby!! Please, thatâs my daughter! You canât just take her from me, please!â
âI wonât be taking her from you,â you said and pushed his hands off your shoulders. âWe can co-parent, but when sheâs old enough, when Katsumi asks why weâre no longer together, Iâll be telling her the truth. So you can still see her, but when sheâs ready to know, if she decides she hates you and doesnât want to see you ever again, then youâll have to accept it.â
At this point, Katsuki began to openly cry as he allowed his fat tears to flow down his face. Hiccups left his mouth as he shamelessly sobbed infront of you. âY-Y/N....please donât go. You guys are my family, youâre both my entire world..I-I love you both so much,â he said and went in to grab your hand, which you allowed. âI know I hurt you both a-and I know I fucked up, but please just give me another chance. I swear this was just a mistake, I never meant to do it. Please stay...please let me fix my mistake. I love you.â
Tears once again filled your eyes but you didnât allow them to flow. â.....I love you too Katsuki,â at those words, Bakugou felt a bit of hope. âBut I just canât stay with you. If it was just me..I probably would give you another chance..but Katsumi is your daughter Katsuki. Sheâs your own flesh and blood and you betrayed her. Youâre supposed to be her hero and you betrayed her like this. I just canât trust the fact that you wonât do something like this again, and not just for my sake but for our daughterâs too. Iâm sorry, but this is where we end.â
Once you said that you walked away from Bakugou, leaving him in shock. He stood there, regretting everything. Not just his mistake, but all the times where he couldâve been a better husband.
âI shouldâve held her more..I shouldâve been home more...I shouldâve been more for them,â he thought until he heard the door open and slam shut. He turned to face it and looked around the now very empty house. He allowed silent tears to drip down his face and then he took a little tour of his new environment.
He walked to the master bedroom and saw all your belongings gone. He saw your closet was empty, all your shoes gone. He went into the bathroom and saw all your stuff was missing. The tears flowed faster and when he walked into his daughterâs room, it made it 10x worse.
He opened the door to the pink room and saw her bedsheets missing, all her toys gone, her closet was barren, and her bathroom was hollow. He walked back out to his little girlâs former bed and sat down. He cried on the bed and sobbed into his hands. He broke down as he thought back to your words. You were right.
âYou have nobody to blame but yourself.â
Katsuki looked up from his hands and when he did, he took notice of the picture frame that was left faced down on the night stand. He picked it up and his heart turned to dust. It couldnât break anymore. He looked at the picture of his once happy family. His beautiful wife, his blessing of a daughter. His two girls who had a protector...that protector was supposed to be him...and he failed. He smiled at the picture but continued to cry. It was a beautiful sight but you left it behind.
He took the picture with him as he walked to his bedroom. He sat on the bed and held the frame close to his chest as he layed down on the cold mattress. Tears still freely fell as a shadow casted over his eyes. No words could be said except for a few.
âN-Nobody to blame but myself.â
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Word count: 1200+
Contents/Warnings: (1) Fushiguro Megumi x gn!Reader (2) Classic training but no fighting scene I apologise (3) A... dirty humor joke? (4) Idiot in love cough cough (5) Laidback romance, this may become a pattern on my fanfiction :3
A/N: Hello, I introduce myself as Hara! This is my very first written piece! I would like to apologise for any typos, english is not my first language; that being said, I hope this works out alright! :)
It's around mid afternoon, the sky painted in a vibrant blue with multiple clouds scattered around, Fushiguro recalls having started training right after lunch; he politely declined Maki's suggestion of training together, it wasn't about strength or fighting hand to hand today, the struggle was his shikigami. Lately, he's been having problems over teamwork - before, he thought such a thing was impossible, since all of the shikigami were under one will alone, being his. Yet the amount of times the divine dogs have bumped into eachothers, sometimes Nue would simply skip past the target, not paying attention to it at all.
Or perhaps, he himself was to blame. Fushiguro likes thinking about you, more than he'd admit, but now it's starting to distract for real. That's what he need, to think of you- I mean, concentration! And maybe, new group attacks, that would do nicely, too.
He's been beating a tedious dummy for a hour and half now, maybe more. After managing to make up a combo or two, he sits down on the grass, just to breathe for a moment. Breathing is nice, he observes as the divine dogs go slack like their owner, now playing around with one another rather than chewing the dummies stuffing. His black and white snake is watching the banter between the canine shikigamis, tongue coming in and out just like a real snake. Nue settles upon the dummies ragged body, eyes closed- peacefully enjoying sunbathing. Fushiguro had no idea they were so lively until now, now he knew why people constantly asked if they could pet his shikigami.
He glances down at the frog supporting his arm, it's like they enjoy just laying on grass, just breathing like him.
"How many buddies out! Are you training today, Fushiguro?"
At the sound of your voice, you bet his lips casually turn upwars in a casual yet small smile. Kugisaki saw it from distance once, says she it's almost a robotic response.
"Yes, I'm training their cooperation." Fushiguro replies, swiftly getting up. He notices the frog from earlier making a beeline to you, as if to say hello.
So you crouch down and pets it briefly, smiling at the small creature.
"That ought to be hard, specially with a innefective dummy." You approach its remains, chuckling at all the stuffing and cloth scattered around. "Make me your target instead!"
Say what?
"I uh, come again?"
"I'll do the running and dodging, it's much practical this way!"
He has trouble accepting that, even if it's true. You mean more than an ally on his heart, and besides, that's some Itadori-level-recklessy. So he groans, slightly irritated and obviously, worried for your safety. "You'll get hurt."
"Don't we get hurt everyday? Even if there is an accident, I know you'll call them out and help me quickly, you notice things fast."
He does, Fushiguro would help you in a heartbeat- probably faster.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, lash out on me!"
Putting 'lash' and 'me' in the same phrase got heat rising on his ears, but he complied nonetheless. "Just letting you know, I'll stand here and the shikigami attacks."
You protest. "Wouldn't it be better if you fought among them?"
"For today, I'd like to focus on their compatibility only."
"Oh, got it! Next time we can work on the latter option then!" Next time. He wants there to be a next time.
Even though you're the one troubling his mind in battles, he's head over heels. He remembers when it all started, your relationship is basically pools worth of quality time. You came along with Itadori, tangled into the mess back in Sendai. Strangely, Fushiguro clicked with you even faster than Itadori- your collected personality was a great factor, even though you are just as cheerful as the cherry boy.
"You're spacing out, what's up?"
Fushiguro's gaze snapped up to meet yours, realizing his mistake. "Ah, nothing, let's start." His hands folded as your guard rose, so it begun. If you noticed his lame excuse, you didn't comment about it.
The ravenette was pleasantly relieved how easily you could deceive and dodge his attacks, his shikigami may leave a tear or two on your clothes, that he didn't have to worry about, because they're easily fixable. Naturally, the toughest for you to dodge was mostly his snake, sometimes Nue would surprise you from above, nothing you couldn't handle. He started intensing up using the combined attacks, and immediately noticed your faltering steps, earning a bruise on your calf. Although neither he or you stopped, adrenaline rushing through veins nonstop.
You somehow finished training with a bite mark over your forehead, not deep enough to be worth worry. The instant your bodies came to slack, his shikigami ran to you like little children lost in a supermarket. At this point, it was pratically multitasking, to pet both demon dogs while trying not to run out of breath having Orochi wrapped around your midsection. Megumi flushed over the affectionate antics, knowing they were a manifestation of feelings within himself.
Now, you and Fushiguro are spawled on the training field, neither showered, coated with sweat sticking to your clothes, but it didn't matter much.
"I never realized, just how many cursed energy do you have? It's surprising how many shikigami you kept our for this long time." Fushiguro heard you shifting to sit up, and followed you up.
"A bunch." It was not a creative nor informative answer, but you took it in with a smile on your face anyway.
He watched you get up to fetch a drink, careful to not trip over the shikigami also scattered around -- Fushiguro always 'forgot' to put them away next to you.
You handed him a strawberry yogurt box, the same drink also sat in your hands. "Well then, why are you spacing out so much these days? You can be honest with me."
'She's oblivious enough, I'm in need of advice, it's convenient.' So he thought, figuring if he disguised it enough, you wouldn't be able to tell. It's not a big deal if you did, though, saves time actually.
"Something's on my mind, and it troubles me during fights."
"Simple, you can just come in terms with it."
He glanced down, "Why?"
"The sooner the better, when you accept something, it comes at ease on your mind. I'm a hundred percent sure it works!" You gave him a thumbsup, slurping on the pink drink.
"Such faithful source."
"I'm sure it does! The thought keeps coming back because you're denying it, am I wrong?"
Not really, no. Fushiguro wants to keep it as friendship for the sake of your both careers within the jujutsu world; he knows it's dangerous, yet a part of him just wants to say 'fuck it', like if he had the guts to. The ravenette thinks it's a way too much generic way to describe what he feels, but it's the easiest, so he goes with it anyway. The back of his brain fears rejection, part of the reason why he hasn't made a move yet.
"I'll try it out."
"Good!" And you're always supportive no matter what, to the point it charms him more and more everyday.
For now, he's okay keeping it platonic. But, when the day after tomorrow comes, he just might confess.
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â chapter three: losin' grip on my doin'
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[fratboy!bucky barnes x fem!reader]
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To say the least, waking up the next morning in the most coveted after playboy's bed was a shock. You wake up nestled into Bucky Barnes' side, and you wonder if this is what it felt like.
If this is what every conquest that's been brought to his room feels like when they wake up.
You're very much aware of a metal arm slung over your waist, and you feel panic rise up in your throat. Once you recognize you're fully clothed, you release a breath and feel the tension disintegrating from your body.
You can feel Bucky Barnes' heavy breaths under your head from where you're situated on his chest, and you take a moment and pause.
You would never think you'd find yourself in this situation; sidled up in bed with your university's most notorious fratboy. Someone girls and guys coveted after, and who would do anything to get in bed with him.
Yet, here you are. You don't want to admit to yourself that you quite like it here. You feel comfortable, safe. Fitted perfectly right under his arm, listening to his even breaths as you replay the night before's events in your mind like a film reel.
You meet him.
You play pong with him.
You talk to him.
You go up to his room with him.
And now you're awake in his bed. Fully clothed.
How?
Before you could ask too many questions and drown into a spiral, you hear Bucky draw in a sharp breath, signaling his awakening. You look up at him, wondering how he's going to react to you being here. Not only you being here, but also how you two woke up.
"Mornin', doll." He smiles down at you, and his morning voice sends a shiver down your spine at the raspiness.
"H-Hi." You simply say. You can't quite draw any coherent thoughts at the moment, as Bucky's arm tightens around you and draws you closer to his body.
"Sleep well?" He asks, still looking down at you fond look that makes your heart swell in your chest.
"Hm," you hum, "better than I expected, honestly." You laugh.
"Good, spent way too much on this mattress for it to not please my guests." Bucky smirks, and you get lost in his blue eyes for a moment.
But then, you think about his word choice. Guests. Plural. And although you know nothing happened between you two, you still feel a wave of shame wash over you at the notion.
Bucky's had guests in this bed before. You aren't the first girl to sleep in this bed, and you probably weren't the last.
You feel Bucky shift underneath you, seeing his expression turn to worry at the way you're clearly lost in thought.
"Everythin' alright?" He asks, and you nod quickly.
"Yeah, everything's fine. Just peachy." You give a quick smile, trying to not show how your stomach was churning at the thought of all the girls who've been here before you.
"Wanna go grab some breakfast?" Bucky asks, and you pause.
He wants to stay with me? He's not kicking me out, asking me to leave?
âSure, uh, where did you wanna go?â You ask gently, worrying that you might scare him off, that heâs delusional right now and he doesnât really want to spend time with you. Youâre beyond confused right now.
âWe can head to the diner if youâre good with that? My treat.â He says as he stands up, pulling on a shirt to avoid the chill of the room.
Itâs a red henley, and the way you see his muscles straining in the sleeves of the shirt has a blush crawling up your neck.
âYeah, thatâs fine.â You croak, getting out of the bed.
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By the time you get up and get dressed, sweatpants courtesy of Bucky, and head to the diner, itâs already noon. Itâs a Saturday morning, so most people are still in bed while recovering from their hangovers.
âSo, how come I havenât seen you at one of our parties before last night?â Bucky asks while you seat yourselves at a booth in the back of the diner.
âI uhm, I donât really go out too much. Natasha basically begged me to come out, and I only did it to get her off my case and stop asking me.â You reply while taking a sip of the scalding coffee in front of you that a nice waitress poured for the two of you.
âReally? Well, Iâd say you should come more often,â he gives you this smile, and your brain is short-circuiting at how handsome he looks. âYou were a great pong partner.â
The emphasis on the word and his tone indicate that he was very much so being sarcastic, and you give a bashful chuckle at his words.
âOh yeah, definitely. I have nothing on Natasha and Sam.â You laugh, and the same waitress comes by to take your orders.
Once she flutters back behind the counter to put the orders in, youâre reading a text on your phone that you felt vibrate while it was in the pocket of Buckyâs sweater you were sporting.
Natasha:
(12:08 PM) Hey, did you end up getting back safe last night? Sorry I kind of bailed, I just ended up crashing when I got to Samâs room.
She punctuates her sentence with a face palm emoji in embarrassment, and you smile at the text.
Y/N:
(12:10 PM) Hi, I just crashed in Buckyâs room last night. No funny business tho, so donât get any ideas in your head.
As you send off the message, you turn off your phone and place is face-down on the table, deciding youâll deal with Natâs freak out about you spending the night with Bucky later.
âEverythinâ okay?â Buckyâs voice startles you out of your thoughts, and you snap your eyes up to his.
âYeah, Nat was just making sure I didnât end up dead in a ditch last night.â You laugh, shaking your head at how dramatic your roommate could be at times.
âHey, itâs good to know she cares about you.â He responds, and you nod at his words.
âI mean, yeah. No matter how much she might bug me about going out or getting a boyfriend, sheâs still like my sister. I donât know what Iâd do without her.â A sigh leaves your mouth, thinking about Nat. Sheâs been there for you through everything in your life, and it was true. She was your biggest supporter, and youâre glad you have someone who cares so much for you.
âShe seems like a great friend. Sam and Steve are the same for me. I mean, although I grew up with Steve, Sam was like the third brother we never even knew we needed.â He stares off into the distance with a soft look in his eyes, and you smile fondly at his words.
In that moment, you feel like youâre seeing a side of Bucky that not many people get to see. This is Bucky, a guy from Brooklyn whoâs just trying to get by in college. Not a man-whore, or a guy who just wants to ge his dick wet like everyone says.
Before you could come up with a response to what heâs said, the same lady comes and places your hot food in front of the both of you, leaving with a âenjoy!â before she whirls away again.
You eat while making small talk, just about life, school, and hobbies. Before you know it, Bucky asks for the check, and even though you know he said heâd pick it up earlier, you still fight him on paying for half the bill.
In the end, Bucky becomes so frustrated with your antics that he simply gets up and hands the waitress his card, and you simply watch with a dropped jaw at his actions.
âYou didnât have to do that!â You exclaim, albeit quietly, but enough to show your frustration.
âDoll, Iâm treating you to brunch. Just let me.â Is all Bucky says, effectively shutting you up.
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On your walk back to campus, Bucky asks what youâre doing for the rest of the day, asking if you wanted to come back to his room.
âI should head back, Natashaâs probably waiting for me with a million questions.â You bashfully look up to your window from the bottom of your dorm building.
âOh, okay doll.â Bucky wraps his arms around you, pulling you into an unexpected hug. You feel your body tense at the action, but once you realize whatâs happening, you relax again, letting yourself melt into his body.
âSee ya later?â He asks with a raised brow.
âUh, yeah. I donât know what Iâll be doing later, but we can talk later.â You smile up at him, slowly moving out of his grip and towards the door.
Before you could fully open the door, you hear Buckyâs voice call out to you one more time.
âY/N, wait!â He yells, jogging over to you at the door. âCan I uh, get your number? So I can text you later?â He asks, his metal hand rubbing the back of his neck.
âO-Oh, sure! Yeah!â You reply a bit louder than you had intended, just out of pure shock at his question.
You open a new message on your phone, allowing Bucky to type in his number and save his contact. Once he hands the device back to you, you see his name saved as Bucky Barnes <3.
Before you can say anything about the heart he added himself, he pecks your cheek and runs off, with a distant âIâll see ya later, doll!â
You essentially float up to your room, not feeling like you were on the planet right now. You felt like you were up in the clouds, unaware of your own actions. You unlock the door to your room, and Natasha is perched upon her bed, looking down at two outfits she has held up against her form.
âHey! You didnât answer my messages, you little bitch! Tell me everything!â She turns around at the sound of you entering, already berating you.
But it all sounds muffled in your ears, not fully comprehending what she was saying to you.
âHey, you okay? Earth to Y/N?â The redhead says again, waving a hand in front of your face at your spacey expression.
âI-I, yeah, Iâm fine. Just⊠shocked.â You breathe out.
âSo? Tell me what happened!â
At first, you could barely get the words out of your mouth, trying to explain everything that occurred in the past 24 hours. You get through the story, a little bit challenged at trying to organize your thoughts, but eventually you get Natasha up to speed.
âSo⊠you didnât have sex with him?â Your roommate says, and you shake your head no.
âNat, you know how I feel about having sex. I donât want to rush into it, and I donât want my first time to be with some⊠random guy from a frat. I want it to be with someone I trust, someone Iâm comfortable with.â You tell her like a broken record, because over the course of the time that youâve been friends with Natasha, youâve had this conversation with her several times. Sometimes, you wondered why she was so hellbent on you losing your virginity.
As much as you loved her and understood her intentions with the question, you were getting tired of having to defend yourself every time.
âI- I know! I just⊠I want you to be happy, with whoever you want. I never want you to think Iâm rushing you though, Y/N. I love you.â Natasha explains, putting her hand on your arm in consolation.
âI know, Nat. But trust me, youâll be the first to know when I do⊠do it. Donât worry.â You laugh at how ridiculous you sounded.
Sheâs looking back down at her bed now, looking between the outfits she was holding earlier.
âOkay⊠now, help me pick an outfit! Sam wants to go on a date tonight!â She says, showing you the different options.
As you two banter and talk about last night, you interrupt Natashaâs tirade about Sam and âwhat a gentleman he is!â
âBucky gave me his number earlier.â Saying it out loud makes it sound all the more ridiculous. You feel like a high-schooler at your words, and the way Natasha stops all movement makes you feel all the more insane.
âHis number?â She asks, like she couldnât figure out what to really say.
âYeah. He even saved a heart next to his name in my phone. What does that even mean?â You wonder out loud, and now youâre sure youâve gone crazy.
âI⊠Iâm not sure. I think he likes you.â She says nonchalantly, and you scoff.
âYeah, because Bucky Barnes is very interested in a girl he met last night who didnât want to sleep with him. He must be going crazy over a girl like me.â You finish with an incredulous laugh, like it never even crossed your mind that he could like you.
âWell⊠he acted very different from youâve been telling me. He usually just fucks a girl and she leaves the next morning, nothing more, nothing less. The fact that he didnât fuck you and took you out to brunch says a lot about this whole situation.â She explains, and youâre still having a hard time grasping this information.
Just as youâre about to find a rationale as to why her explanation isnât plausible, you feel your phone buzz.
With furrowed brows, you open your texts.
Bucky Barnes <3:
(2:01 PM) Hey doll, do you wanna come by to another party weâre having tonight? Could use my trusty pong champ ;)
Your mouth dries at the message, words lodged in your throat.
âLook what he just texted me.â You flip your screen to Nat and she reads with an unreadable expression, which quickly turns into her brows shooting up.
âA winky face! Y/N/N, he fucking likes you! He wants to see you again!â She exclaims, and you donât even know what to say.
âHow do I respond?â You feel so unexperienced, asking your roommate for advice on how to text a guy.
âHere, gimme,â she snatches the phone out of your grasp, quickly typing something and handing the phone back to you.
You read what she sent with wide eyes.
Y/N Y/L/N:
(2:11 PM) Iâll be there ;) Should I bring clothes to change into for tonight?
âNat! Why would you say that? Youâre making it sound like I wanna have sex with him tonight!â You rise up from your spot on her bed in a panic, pacing the area of your small room.
âY/N, relax! He-â Before she could finish, your phone buzzed again.
Bucky Barnes <3
(2:13 PM) Hilarious, doll. You donât have to, but if you wanna crash here again tonight, you can definitely bring your own stuff if that makes you more comfy :)
âOh my God. Heâs so sweet!â Nat giggles, covering her mouth with her hand. âYou have to go now!â
âNat⊠doesnât this look a little⊠suspicious? From what Iâve heard, this isnât how he usually acts.â You say wearily, the worry clear in your tone.
âY/N, look at me.â Natasha's hands come to the sides of your head, urging your gaze to meet hers. âYouâre a great girl. You deserve someone who treats you well and gets excited to see you, like Bucky is right now. Donât push him away. You deserve something good.â
At her words, your eyes soften and you feel the distant sting of tears behind your eyes. You give her a nod, not knowing how to express your gratitude to her in words at the moment. She pulls you into a hug and you hold her tight against you, like she might disappear if you let go.
âNow, we need to get you ready for tonight. Youâre gonna make Bucky wish he fucked you.â Natasha smirks an evil one.
âNat!â
-
The party was in full swing upon your arrival. You were all alone when you walked through the doors of the fraternity house, as Natasha had gone on her dinner date with Sam. Sheâd promised sheâd come by after dinner, and you were practically shaking while searching for Bucky in the packed house.
There were people everywhere, and the longer it took for you to find Bucky, the more anxious you were becoming about being here.
âY/N!â You hear distantly, and your head whips around in search of the owner of the voice.
You feel a hand slide around your waist, and you smell Bucky before you see him. If it werenât for the distinct smell of his cologne and mint, you wouldâve slapped the hand away long ago.
âHey! Been wonderinâ when youâd show up.â Bucky has a smile on his face, showing off his pearly whites.
âSorry, I got held up at home with Natasha.â You tell him, looking around at the crowd. You could feel your breathing shorten at the sheer amount of people around you, and your stomach churns in anxiety.
As if Bucky senses your discomfort, he rubs the hand on your waist along the expanse of your back.
âYou okay?â He asks, visibly concerned at your demeanor.
You nod wordlessly, trying to make it seem like you werenât extremely stressed right now. You wouldâve loved to let loose tonight, but yesterday was already pushing it in terms of going out.
âDo you wanna head upstairs?â Bucky asks in clear concern at your demeanor right now. He feels a wave of guilt wash over him. If he knew just how much you were going to become uncomfortable by just being here tonight, he wouldnât have asked you to come. He wouldâve simply asked you on a date, or done a night in with you.
You nod again, not allowing the words to leave your throat. You feel as though your mouth is full of cotton, not even being able to form any coherent thoughts at the moment.
Buckyâs cool metal arm guides you by your lower back to the stairs, and youâre once again reminded of the previous night. His cool metal hand is the only thing grounding you at the moment, and you think you wouldâve ended up on the dirty bathroom floor downstairs in a puddle of tears if Bucky had taken any longer to find you.
You pass through his doorway, and Buckyâs arm is holding you against him as the door shuts behind you two.
He wordlessly caresses you, running a soothing hand up and down your back, which is partially open because of your outfit. Youâre wearing a dress from Natashaâs closet, which she claimed made you look âhotter than the motherfucking sun, Y/Nâ, and you were basically forced into.
âFor what itâs worth, honey, you look stunning tonight.â You feel Buckyâs chest rumble from his speaking from where youâre placed against him, and you give a light laugh.
âThanks,â you return quietly, unable to really come up with anything witty to say. âIâm sorry Iâm ruining tonight for you.â Your voice comes after a few moments of silence, but suddenly youâre pulled away from his body.
âHey,â his hands are on your shoulders, âyou are not ruining anything, doll. Parties âll come and go, but I donât want to do it if it isnât with you.â He tells you in earnest, and you feel an indistinguishable ache in your chest at his words.
Where did this man come from? It seems as though the perfect guy, one who respects you, one who doesnât force you into anything, one who seems to care too much about you has just... fallen into your lap.
It almost seems too good to be true.
âBuckyâŠâ You trail off, unable to find any words of gratitude at the moment.
âYeah, doll?â
âCan we just⊠lay down? Maybe watch a movie?â You ask.
âOf course we can, honey. Anythinâ you want.â He smiles brightly again as your mood seems to lighten a bit. âDo you need a change of clothes?â
âYes, please. If you donât mind.â You canât really bring yourself to look at him. You feel embarrassed that youâve pulled him away from his own party. Although he constantly reassures you that he doesnât mind, youâre still bashful.
âHere, honey,â he hands you the same garments from last night, âyou look good in these.â He laughs, and you feel your cheeks turn bright red.
âI- Iâll be right back.â You give a tight smile and retreat to the bathroom.
While Bucky waits outside, he begins to get lost in his thoughts. He liked you. A lot. How did he get himself into this mess? Heâs not stupid. He knows what he did to get here. And now it was looking really, really, stupid.
Unfortunately, there was no getting it out of it now, though. He could try and reason with the person heâd made a promise to, but he was stubborn. There was little to no chance he would be able to get out of this one.
But he thinks of it on the flip side. Heâs been seen bringing you up to his room two nights in a row, and he knows how it makes both of you look.
For him, he looks like heâs keeping up with reputation.
Take a girl home.
Fuck her.
Leave it at that.
No one quite knew you on campus except for your friends, so they werenât worried about you or who you were.
All that mattered was that Bucky Barnes was keeping up with his usual antics that were expected of him. There was nothing out of the ordinary for him, other than the fact that he wasnât actually fucking you.
Bucky snaps out of his train of thought when he hears the bathroom door click open, his eyes meeting yours once again.
But his eyes quickly divert to your body, once again covered by his baggy clothing. You were watching his stare move down your body and felt a wave of insecurity wash over you.
You probably werenât half as gorgeous as the girls heâs brought back here before. You knew what kind of girls guys like him preferred. Long, cascading hair, big, bright eyes, thin waists, legs that went on for what seemed like miles.
You just werenât that.
It made you come back to the thoughts that had plagued your mind previously.
Where did Buckyâs interest in you come from?
Why was he suddenly feel the need to coddle you, take care of you, to reassure you?
Your concern was quickly washed away when Bucky settled in his bed, patting his spot next to him under the covers.
âYou cominâ?â He asks in a raspy, quiet voice that makes your knees wobble.
You donât say anything while you situate yourself beside him.
âBucky, can I ask you something?â You begin meekly, not making eye contact with him.
âAnythinâ, doll. Somethinâ wrong?â He looks down at you in a worried gaze, and you shake your head.
âI just⊠what made you want to approach me? I- I know Iâm not like those other girls youâve been with before, and I canât help but think that you⊠you want something else from me?â You explain with little ease. You feel bile rising in your throat as you speak because you canât bear to think that Bucky really ulterior motives for all this time youâve spent together.
Youâve only just met him, yet you feel like youâve known him forever. Youâre comfortable with him, more than you usually would be with a stranger, and it freaks you out.
âY/N⊠can you look at me?â Bucky tilts his head down to try and meet your eyes, which is something you can barely do at the moment. âI want you to know, before this goes anywhere else; you are an amazing girl. I donât know why it took me so long to talk to you, but I think youâre one the most genuine, kind, beautiful girls Iâve ever met. I⊠I know I have a reputation that precedes me, but you⊠youâre different.â He speaks so genuinely to you that you feel a slight sting behind your eyes.
âI⊠I never want you to doubt yourself ever again, doll. Youâre perfect, just as you are. Iâm sorry it looked like I was after anything else before.â Bucky finishes, and you canât seem to find any words at the moment.
You just nod fervently, and then you feel yourself being pulled into Buckyâs large arms.
âPlease, donât let anyone make you doubt yourself again. Youâre worth it.â
That night, you fall into the most comfortable and deep sleep of your life, wrapped safely in Buckyâs arms.
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CHAPTER 2 - FALLEN
Fic Summary:
The sky Oikawa Tooruâs heart seeks is a world away from the earth yours is buried in. You are a fool to trust him with your heart anyway.
Where Oikawa Tooru tries to recapture your heart.Â
Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3
Pairing: Oikawa Tooru x fem! reader
Genre / Wordcount : Angst (7k words), cameo from MSBY 4
Warnings: One non-explicit bedroom scene.
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You catch sight of Oikawa Tooru as you bustle through the hospitalâs sliding doors, your usual cup of coffee in your hand that you buy on the way to work. Heâs seated in the waiting area next to a middle aged man you guess must be his manager, from the way he jumps to his feet immediately to act as a human shield as you call out breathlessly -Â
âT - Oikawa? What are you doing here?âÂ
Tooruâs head swivels around to meet your gaze, and youâre shocked by the lifelessness in his eyes until you glance at the bandages wrapped around his swollen knee.Â
Oh.Â
You try not to stare, but you do so anyway. The sight of your ex-boyfriend makes you feel as if youâre seeing a ghost, a specter from some past life. You last saw him when he was twenty one, young and proud, wax wings fully spread, a speck in the skies. What a difference five years makes. His shoulders are still broad, and the tilt of his jaw is still proud, but the light in his eyes has faded to darkness, and the pallor of his skin suggests far too much time spent away from the sun.Â
Icarus, Icarus. Your hubris has led you to such heights, but look how far youâve fallen.Â
Itâs surprising thereâs no news of his injury, considering heâs one third of Japanâs trifecta of setters in the volleyball sceneâs monster generation. With the Olympics rapidly approaching with just over a year to go, an injury must be devastating, especially to Oikawa Tooru, with dreams of Olympic greatness and victory on his native shores.Â
A nurse materialises to usher Oikawa away for surgery before he can respond to the pity in your gaze. You look around. Heâs alone, save for his manager. No one deserves to be wake up alone after surgery, so you call after him -Â
âIâll check in on you after youâre done! Gambatte!â
He responds with a thumbs up and a weak smile.Â
You flip through his medical files once you get the chance.Â
Oikawa Tooru, twenty six. Pro-volleyball player for EJP Raijin previously, currently playing in the Argentinian league. Narrowly missed out on making the cut for the previous Olympics, but went on to represent Japan in the last three World Cups, alternating with Miya Atsumu and Kageyama Tobio. Obviously hoping for another shot at the Olympics, but thatâs looking bleak from what youâre gleaning from his medical records.Â
His right knee has always bothered him, even during his high school days. Now, a decade later, it looks like heâs managed to tear his tendon to shreds.Â
Volleyball is a cruel, demanding mistress, especially for one not born a genius.Â
The surgery to repair a torn knee ligament is delicate work, requiring an experienced surgeon, and the road to recovery requires extensive physiotherapy. Itâs no wonder heâs resorted to the modern Tokyo hospital you work in rather than returning to his native Sendai to recuperate. The downside of doing so though, is that heâd have to recover alone.Â
You wrinkle your nose. He may be your ex-boyfriend, but he doesnât deserve that.Â
The sun is setting when you finally find the time to slip into his room.Â
As expected, heâs still asleep. The anesthetic will take some time to wear off. From the looks of the surgeonâs notes, the surgery was a success - though you know from the nature and extent of the injury that his road to recovery will be long and winding.  Â
So you seat yourself in the visitorâs chair with a hot cup of tea and an onigiri to stave off your hunger at not finding time for a break any earlier. You had an awful day at work today, two of your patients puked on you, another tried to fight you when you drew his blood, and the senior registrar in the ward assigned you a mountain of paperwork that you only just managed to complete, so you give in to sleep yourself as exhaustion settles into your bones.
âPrincess?â Â
You snap awake at the familiar nickname, ignoring the flush working its way up the back of your neck as you leap to his bedside to check his vitals, only relaxing when youâre satisfied everythingâs fine.Â
âYouâre just waking up after a surgery, Oikawaâ. When his forehead crinkles in confusion at the sound of his surname, you correct yourself. âI mean - Tooruâ. The corners of his cracked lips tilt up in satisfaction.Â
âWill you stay with me?â Tooru murmurs, eyelids beginning to droop again.Â
You smile fondly despite yourself. âDo you want me to?â you ask.Â
He manages to pout even as heâs falling back asleep. âI asked, didnât I?âÂ
You smooth his hair from his forehead, slotting your hand into his. âFine, fine. Go to bed, sleeping beautyâ.Â
He huffs an amused breath from his nose before he closes his eyes, contented. Trust Tooru to be shameless enough to cling on to his ex-girlfriend without a shred of awkwardness. You end up staying in his room for hours, watching him sleep.
The heart that youâve locked away behind bars of bone and steel twitches, just once.Â
You frown when the nurse catches your sleeve. âA patientâs looking for youâ she says, just as youâre about to go off on a short break.Â
âWho?â you reply, wondering whether itâs Sato-san who vomited this morning, or Imai-san whose blood pressure niggles at your mind. You do not expect the nurse to flush pink as she replies - âOikawa-sanâ, describing the sweet young man with lovely brown eyes and such a charming voice.Â
You slip back into his room when your shift ends. You expect to see a shadow of a man with broken wings, and you do catch a fleeting glimpse of Tooru staring wistfully out of the window, face tilted towards the sun before he turns to you with a wide smile and a pleased - âyou came!â Â
This is the Oikawa Tooru you are accustomed to dealing with. âStop flirting with the nursesâ, you tell him briskly, bustling over to look at his files. âThey have jobs to do, donât use them to carry messages to me.â
âBut Iâm boredddd.â
âIâm sure you have volleyball videos to watch.â
âI watched them all day today. âSides, I watched all the matches on today already, twice â and I have plenty of time to watch them a third time. I have plenty of time to catch up with you, I havenât seen you in so long!â
Five years since you broke up to be exact, but you sidestep that fact neatly, pouring over his medical file instead. His doctorsâ notes indicate his recovery is promising. He brightens up when you tell him so, playfully complaining that hospital food is shit in a thinly veiled attempt to steal your food, a habit heâs clearly not outgrown. But youâre not all that hungry anyway, so you split your pork bun in half and hand it to him, dropping into the visitorâs chair.Â
âSo howâre you feeling?âÂ
âLike shit. My knee hurts so muchhhh.âÂ
You shrug, careless. âThatâs pretty expected, to be honest.â
âHmph. I thought theyâd have taught you some bedside manners in medical schoolâ, he snipes, though the effect is rather lost when his cheeks are comically round and full of food.Â
You laugh, the stress from your day lifting from your shoulders. Â
âI seem to forget them when itâs you.â
âSo meanâ, he pouts, hiding the familiar gleam in his eye that appears whenever heâs trying to analyse his opponents, take them apart. âAs punishment, tell me about yourself. What have you been up to these days?âÂ
You decide to treat him like any old friend, giving him the condensed run down of your professional life, how youâve graduated from medical school (with top marks I bet, he interjects), how you chose to stay in Tokyo instead of returning to Sendai (your parents must miss you he says, and you brush him off with an airy they have other children, theyâll survive), how you chose to work in this hospital because youâre considering a specialisation in Orthopedic surgery (because of your grandma, I bet, he says, and you choose not to correct that, using your silence as a lie). Â
He in turn tells you about the highlights of his career, how heâs spent a year at EJP Raijin before he was headhunted to the Argentinian league, how he spent four years overseas save for summers back in Japan to train with the national team, how heâs hopeful, even now, of recovering and fighting for his spot on the Olympic roster next year.Â
You already knew all of that from news alerts on your phone you never forced yourself to delete, diverting him instead with a question about life in Argentina, nodding as he reminisces about his apartment in San Juan where he gets to watch the sun set over the Andes mountains, the kitchen that he stuffed full of Japanese groceries like daishi and mirin and sake and miso in his first year there just so he has a tangible reminder of home.Â
You stop yourself from wondering whether he thinks about the little home he shared with you with such fondness. That time has passed.Â
His voice wavers as he spins you stories about his teammates - Matteo, whose family owns a vineyard and taught him to appreciate wine like a proper Argentinian, Miguel, who makes the best empanadas and gets roaring drunk every time they win a match, Gabriel, who takes him to his familyâs home in the mountains every other weekend because his grandmother is convinced that a single young man without family in the city will starve if heâs left to his own devices.Â
It seems his wings were durable enough for him to soar across the oceans, his grit and determination the foundation of the new life heâs built, whole continents away.Â
âItâs funny how the world worksâ, you remark off hand. âI never expected to see you again.â
His eyes gleam again. âThe universe seems to work in funny ways.âÂ
You start spending breaks in his room, scarfing down your lunch and dinner while he talks your ear off about the horrible sitcoms or ridiculous game shows heâs watched today. You catch him watching a video of Kageyamaâs serves and youâre amused when he practically hisses when you comment idly that his kouhai has certainly improved since his high school days.Â
You ignore his spluttered protests that service records arenât everything and besides, his own spike serves have definitely won Japan a game or two last year until, with the air of a boy king, he commands you to sit next to him on the hospital bed so he can pull up a compilation of his serves and his best moments.Â
Years might have passed, but youâre still hopeless at refusing him. Besides, isnât it better that you distract him from the sorry state of his knee? So you do as he says, ignoring the faint flutter of your traitorous heart as he leans into your side.Â
âSee? I told you my spike serves are amazing?â
âYes, yes. I already knew that. I watched so many of your practices in university, remember?â
He looks at you strangely. âDid you?â he asks, leaning his head on his hand, eyes boring into yours.Â
You think of evenings spent sitting on the bleachers, homework in your lap as you watch as the boy you love builds the strength in his wax wings in preparation for his eventual flight. âYesâ, you admit, sheets rustling as you shift away from him, avoiding his perplexed frown. âYou were probably too focused on practice to notice.â
You already know you shouldnât spend so much time in his room, but youâve spent most of your life doing what you should instead of what you want to so just this once, you ignore rational thought in favour of sentiment.
After all, heâll be discharged from hospital in a week, then youâll never see him again.Â
Tooru promptly proves you wrong the day before heâs scheduled to be discharged.Â
âI need someone to help me move into my apartment.â
âHire a moverâ, you tell him. You donât even look up from your notes.Â
âAlready didâ, he chirps, undaunted by your apparent disinterest. âBut itâd be nice to have a friend who I know will be nice enough to help poor old crippled me put my stuff away.â Then he grins cheekily, âplus I checked with that pretty nurse â Yuna-san was it? Anyway, she told me youâre off tomorrow, so you might as well spend the day with me.â
There goes your excuse to wriggle out of having to spend your rare day off with your ex.Â
âI have a mountain of sleep debt to pay offâ, you protest, but faced with wide brown eyes and an embarrassing wobble of his lip, you comply. Still, you manage to get the promise of a free dinner out of him, so you suppose itâll do.
Tooru doesnât have much to unpack, a couple of cardboard boxes of clothes and books, probably because most of his belongings are still in Argentina. He laughs and raises his hands in an attempt to placate you when you lift an eyebrow, first at the lack of kitchen equipment in his furnished apartment, second at the weights and volleyball he tries to smuggle in behind your back.Â
âYouâre not supposed to exercise for at least a month or twoâ, you cluck your tongue, sighing with disapproval at the furtive look he casts at the volleyball sitting at the corner of his living room.
âI can set while sitting on a stool! Donât scold me, my heart canât bear itâ. He throws a hand across his face, brow creased dramatically.Â
Icarus, Icarus. Youâve already fallen once. Will you seek out the sun again?Â
A string of familiarity loops into a knot over your heart. If you close your eyes and count to ten, you can imagine that youâre eighteen again, chiding the boy you love for practicing too hard. But youâre twenty six now, a full fledged adult who should know better than to dabble in sentiment again (especially when it comes to brown eyed boys who only dream of the sun), so you slash through the threads connecting you to him with a flash of your teeth, bury your beating heart deeper into the dungeon youâve built years ago of white bone and solid steel. Â
âDo what you want, but your neighbours will hate you if you keep thumping that damn ball against the wall.â You say, simply, dismissively.Â
âNo one could ever hate meâ, he declares with bravado. âIâll charm them all with my charm and good looks.â
âRidiculousâ, you huff, dumping the last of his clothing into the cupboard. âWhereâs the dinner you promised? I want ramen and gyoza at least.â
âSo demandingâ, he lilts. âIâll order in. Tonkatsu ramen with char siu, bamboo shoots, extra spring onions with gyoza on the side?âÂ
Your heart struggles against its shackles. He still remembers your order. Â
âYesâ, you finally say. âYou got that right.â
He grins at you cheekily, as if to say of course.Â
After you gulp down your ramen, devour your gyozas, you pack up, ready to leave. You have an early shift tomorrow, and youâre already dreaming about your soft bed whilst dreading the cup of coffee youâll have to down tomorrow morning just to stay awake.Â
He catches your wrist, presses the spare key to the apartment into your hand. âCome back. I want to see you againâ, he says, an order and not a plea.Â
You are about to make up an excuse, tell him anything but the truth that you suspect itâs bad for your heart to keep seeing him again.Â
âPleaseâ - he adds with a tint of fragility to his voice.Â
âIâll be back when I canâ, you finally say.Â
âTomorrow?â he looks up at you with hopeful eyes.Â
âWeâll seeâ, you pry your hand loose from his grasp, slip out the front door.Â
You stay away for two days, citing your work schedule as an excuse until he wears you down with a barrage of cutesy line stickers aimed at driving home how lonely he is and how much he misses your presence. Youâre being dramatic as usual, you text him dryly, but you turn up anyway at his apartment on a Friday night, letting yourself in with an armful of reports and a bucket of oden.Â
âHowâre you doing? Are you listening to your physiotherapist? Eating properly? Sleeping well?â
âYou sound like my motherâ, he grouses, rolling his wheelchair to the dining table.Â
You flick at his forehead, he slumps back in his wheelchair. âStop bullying the crippleâ, he wheezes through his chortle.Â
âYou deserve itâ, you retort. âDonât run away from the question. Howâre you feeling?â
âIt still hurtsâ, he admits with a mock sniff. âIt should stop hurting by nowwww.â
You push your glasses up the bridge of your nose. âThatâs to be expected. Your sinews just got stitched together two weeks ago. Not sure why youâd expect any less.â
âBah, rude. At least you didnât say I told you soâ, he grumbles, spooning oden into his mouth. âThat would be insufferable.â
âWell, maybe youâll listen to me now that Iâm actually a doctorâ, you inform him pertly, batting away memories of a teenage boy with hazel eyes shouting indignantly at you after practice in the Seijoh gym.
Tooru snorts. âI canât believe my eighteen year old self was dumb enough to open my future self up to a jab like thatâ, he complains, chewing on a cabbage roll grumpily.Â
âWeâre all dumb at eighteenâ, you remark. âYouâre no exception.âÂ
âYou were dumb enough to date meâ, he teases with a mocking smile. Â
Your spoon slips from your hand momentarily. Itâs the first time heâs alluded to your past relationship.Â
âI was, wasnât Iâ, you say lightly, before turning the conversation to Tooruâs physiotherapy sessions.Â
You have no wish to delve back into the past, but youâre willing to be his friend since he seems to need one for now. Â
Tooruâs knee recovers enough for him to shift from his wheelchair to crutches, which he points at you playfully, mimicking a gun every time you pop by for a visit. He seems to plan his physiotherapy session around your schedule, just so he can wheedle you into paying him yet another visit when your shift at the hospital end, bribing you with a cup of coffee with a hint of chocolate from the cafĂ© across the street that youâve never found the time to visit.Â
âThank you, kind sirâ, you say, accepting the coffee with a laugh.Â
âYouâre welcome, my ladyâ, he answers with a smirk, motioning you to follow him for yet another evening to be spent in his home sitting across him, red ink smeared on your hands as you mark up the reports in your lap.Â
His façade that heâs coping with his injury just fine slips every so often. You catch him more often than not watching compilation videos of Kageyama and Atsumu at the World Cup this year with a strained expression on his face, or resting his chin on the windowsill whilst staring wistfully at the birds in the sky.Â
He does not confide about his worries to you. Youâre not sure you want him to.Â
But you canât explain to yourself the impulse to purchase a bird feeder for his balcony, nor the glow-in-the-dark poster of the constellations that you cart into his bedroom until your heart has to scramble for equilibrium when he thanks you, his smile soft.Â
âIn exchange for all the coffee youâve bought meâ, you reply, turning away to hide all evidence of your heartâs betrayal, the diffusion of blood in your cheeks. Â
A month passes. Then another.Â
The crutches get kept in the storeroom. A limp remains, but the degree which his knee can bend increases by the day. His mood improves even further, and you constantly find yourself swerving to avoid his affectionate gazes, his attempts at flirtation.Â
âYouâre looking so pretty today!â he lilts, fitting his arm snugly into the crook of your elbow as you walk down the neon lit streets of Tokyo. He insisted on this outing, and in the custom of your rekindled friendship, managed to convince you to accompany him on your off day so he can get crepes from Harajuku notwithstanding the fact that it takes forty five minutes on the train and his knee still acts up from time to time. Â
âItâs my first time downtown in a monthâ, you tell him. âOf course Iâm going to dress up.â You donât tell him you spent far too long in front of your closet, tossing outfits on your bed until you found one that complements you just right.Â
He buys you trinkets, hair accessories that youâll never wear, tries to win you ridiculous stuffed toys from the claw machine.Â
âYouâre wasting moneyâ, you scold, wiping the whipped cream from his mouth.Â
âItâs not a waste if itâs for youâ, he tells you, with startling sincerity that you still doubt.
He doesnât mean it, you tell yourself. Itâs just Tooru being Tooru.Â
You refuse to admit whatâs staring you in the face until you have to duck your head to avoid his attempt at pressing his lips to your cheek.Â
âGoodnight, Tooruâ, you manage to say before you bolt off into the night. You check to make sure your heart is still under lock and key.Â
It is, but it beats resentfully. Tooru, it beats against its bars with frightening intensity. Tooru. Tooru. Â
You ignore it. You know whatâs best for it.
You stay away from him for a fortnight, requesting for a change in your schedule without updating him, taking the other exit from the hospital so you donât have to see him. You stay away until he manages to wear you down yet again, texting you the most ridiculous conspiracy theories about your absence from his life â you must be abducted by aliens, he texts you once, or your mother forced you to marry some stranger, I can break you out if you just say the word.Â
He has a guest, you hear another voice, deeper, filled with gravel and intensity, so different from Tooruâs lighter lilt. You do not mean to eavesdrop, but you donât want to interrupt Tooru when he has a rare guest over, and thereâs nowhere else for you wait save for the dusty front step, so you settle yourself in, pen poised to continue your work.Â
âWhat did the doctor say? When are you coming back for practice?âÂ
âIâm doing good! The physiotherapist thinks I can try light exercise next week. If all goes well, Iâll be back to practice in a month.â
âSounds promising.â
âI had a good medical team. And Iâm actually resting properly!â
âShittykawa. Stop sounding so proud about doing whatâs necessary for your recovery.â
âIwa-channnn, stop being mean to meeee!â
Ah, Iwaizumi, of course. You havenât seen him in years, but you remember him from school, a stoic boy with a good heart. You wonder if heâs changed.Â
âAre you planning on heading back to Argentina?â
Tooru answers without hesitation. âOf courseâ, he says airily. âAs long as they take me back.â
Your foolish heart shudders with disappointment. Of course. If you run your fingers down his spine, youâll probably find blooms of wax attached to his very bone.Â
You are about to stand up and leave when Tooru speaks up again.Â
âBut Iâm going to enjoy my time in Japan while Iâm back. Did I tell you I reconnected with my ex? Sheâs great, it feels like I never left.â
The firestorm of blood in your ears nearly drowns out Iwaizumiâs growled âpiece of shitâ (he truly hasnât changed after all), the clatter of glassware as Tooru protests that heâs not playing with your heart, he truly cares about you, his sullen silence when Iwaizumi demands whatâs going to happen when he leaves Japan for Argentina, when he inevitably leaves you behind (yet again).  Â
Of course.Â
You know his heart longs for the sky. There is no space for you.Â
You barely have time to react when the door swings open, Iwaizumi on the verge of storming out. You plaster a smile to your face that does not fool him, but you hang on to it nonetheless, cracks appearing only when he gives you a wide eyed look of sympathy that only pours oil onto the flaming war between your brain and your heart.Â
âItâs fineâ, you say, and though he clearly does not believe you, he bows and leaves anyway.Â
Tooru stares at you, mouth open, stumbling over himself with apologies and demands for you to tell him what youâve overheard, but you motion for him to just stop with your hand, wave aside his protest that he means what he said, he truly likes you. Â
Your heart screeches in delight, but your mind is firmly in the driverâs seat.Â
âLetâs just pretend I never heard you say that, and we can continue just as before.â
âAs friends?â he says, twisting his lips as if the words taste sour in his mouth. He clutches at your shoulders.
âI want more. I want you.â
Your heart thrums in agreement, but you recall assembling the remains of your heart back into your chest whilst kneeling on the cold bathroom floor half a decade ago. The span of five years should have molded you to view your shared past with pragmatism, but your heart seems to have forgotten its lesson. You shake your head.
âThereâs no way you truly want me. I donât think youâve only ever had space in your heart for anything but your goals.âÂ
Your response emerges more bitter than you intend.Â
âThatâs not trueâ, he weakly protests. âI care about you.â
Not enough, you refrain from telling him. âLetâs remain friendsâ, you do say, and he opens his mouth to object again, but at the hard look you give him, he slumps back with a defeated nod.
He tries to respect your decision, never complaining when you keep a careful armâs length distance from him, though you can feel his heated gaze on you whenever he thinks you wonât notice, hear his quiet sighs whenever you shy away from any accidental touch. He droops when you turn down his invite for lunch with his family when they come down for a visit, citing work even though he knows youâre off for the day.Â
Still, itâs manageable and he says he needs you, so you return for visits, at least twice weekly, offering encouraging smiles and friendly words when he returns first to light exercise, then to rehabilitative practice a month later, just as he predicted.Â
He carves out time for dinners with you, taking care to ask about your day, preferring to spin you stories about the pigeons and doves and crows crowding his balcony rather than talking about volleyball or his practice. He insists on escorting you to his apartment after work when you allow him to, offering you his arm with a soft smile that disarms you, dissolves any resistance.Â
Itâs an uneasy equilibrium, but itâll suffice.Â
The careful balance youâve maintained in the space between you and Tooru is shattered when you find youâre not the only one whoâs decided to pay him a surprise visit on a Friday night.Â
âTooru, ya didnât say ya got yerself a pretty girl during yer breakâ, a man with bleach blonde hair wolf whistles appreciatively when you step into the apartment.Â
âIâm just a friendâ, you reply confusedly before Tooruâs shout âShove off, Miyaâ confirms that one Miya Atsumu has decided to invade Tooruâs apartment. Well, him and what seems like half the MSBY team, with Hinata Shoyo, Bokuto Koutaro and Sakusa Kiyoomi squashed uncomfortably on Tooruâs tiny sofa, long legs stretched across the living room.Â
It turns out the MSBY team just finished a game in Tokyo, and Hinata dragged his teammates to visit Tooru in a wholesome bid to cheer him up. You try to excuse yourself after exchanging nods with Sakusa (he hasnât changed much from his university days) when Miya Atsumu blocks your retreat with a drawled invite for Izakaya and the promise of karaoke after.Â
Tooru mouths playfully at you donât leave me alone with these clowns (youâre tempted to point out that heâs very much one himself), and before you can even blink, you find yourself dragged along to the nearest Izakaya, impressed by the amount of food each man polishes off - skewers of chicken hearts and cartilage, bowls of potato salad and rice with braised pork belly, listening to stories of their exploits on the national team together, stumbling into the karaoke bar tipsy from the beers that Miya Atsumu pressed into your hand, head heavy enough to allow him to wind an arm around your waist.Â
âSheâs too old for you, âTsumu-kunâ, Tooru trills, inserting himself in between you and Atsumu, mouth taut with aggravation.Â
âIâm not old, just a year olderâ, you roll your eyes, as the blonde setter backs away, lips turned up in amusement. Tooru is not placated, muttering how the younger setter is a douche and a sleeze bag as he drapes his jacket over you like a blanket. You nestle against his side, head on his shoulder as his arm rests protectively around you.Â
Atsumu watches this with raised eyebrows, whistling slowly, opening his mouth to remark that heâs never seen Oikawa so smitten before when Hinata interrupts with a chirped ââTsum-Tsum, join me!â, handing him a microphone while bouncing on the balls of his feet.Â
Karaoke is the most fun youâve had in ages. Hinata and Bokuto and Atsumu sing all their favourite anime theme songs with gusto - Atsumu even gets misty eyed when he croons Sparkle by Radwimps, reddening when everyone teases him for being a romantic sap, Bokuto shaking his hips to Western pop hits, Hinata showing off his Spanish skills. Sakusa refuses to even touch the microphone but you suppose itâs a win that heâs even in the karaoke booth with all of you.Â
Tooru slaps away Atsumuâs attempts at handing you any further alcohol, forcing you to down cups of water until you are no longer glassy eyed, but still tipsy enough to agree to sing ridiculous K-On songs with Hintata and Bokuto, not stopping even when Tooru whips out his phone to video the entire performance with an indulgent smile.Â
âDelete it!â you squeal, losing your balance when you try swiping the phone out of his hands, tripping into his lap instead. Â
âIn your dreams, princessâ, Tooru chuckles, his arms snaking around you like a vise.Â
âAnndd thatâs our cue to call it a nightâ, Atsumu quips, herding Hinata and Bokuto out onto the street, Sakusa heaving an audible sigh of relief. âDonât do anything I wouldnât do, kids!â he calls over his shoulder, throwing you a wink.Â
âIâm technically his senpai, cheeky bratâ, Tooru mutters, the irritation in his voice washing away as you giggle. âCâmon, itâs too late for you to get home and my place is nearer to the hospital so you might as well stay over tonight. You can take the bed, Iâll take the sofa.â
You shake your head, arguing that you couldnât possibly turn an invalid like him out of his bed but he huffs at the insinuation that heâs anything but well, his knee almost whole again. You give in after he convinces you that itâd be more inconvenient for him to escort you all the way to your own home rather than put you up for the night, and you allow him to loop his arm around yours and lead you back to his apartment.Â
Itâs not the first time youâve been in his apartment this late, not by a long shot, but it is the first time youâre over with the intention of staying over. The t-shirt you borrow from Tooru hangs off your frame, the scent of the fabric softener Tooru uses is familiar. You wouldâve preferred being tipsier to dull your senses, but alcohol would only impair your logic, allow your heart to prevail, so you try to quell the thrumming of your blood in your veins by curling up on a seat by the window with a cup of tea when Tooru emerges from his shower.Â
âReady for bed?â he asks, towelling off his hair, frowning when you shake your head. âItâs late, you have work tomorrow, even if itâs the afternoon shift.â
âItâs fineâ, you say without turning your head to face him. âGo to bed, Iâll take the couch.â
âIâm insulted, princess. What kind of a man dâyou think I am to make his guest sleep on the couch? â
Itâs less dangerous to ignore him, so you pay him no mind, choosing instead to lean your chin in your hand and look up towards the night sky. It soothes you, the moon an old friend, reminding of five yearsâ worth of quiet nights spent in your own flat, filtering your younger self into adulthood.Â
âWhatâre you looking at?â He takes a step forward, kneels down next to you.Â
âThe moon and the starsâ, you say dreamily. âTheyâre pretty tonight.â
A myriad of weather conditions must coincide to allow the stars to even be visible in the polluted Tokyo night sky, but tonight of all nights fate intervenes, the stars align. The sky is cloudless, the full moon hangs heavy, the stars shimmer and dance. Â
âAre they?â Tooru whispers. âI havenât noticed.â
You finally turn to look at him. âWhyâre you staring at me?âÂ
The unconscious echo of your past - a boy and a girl, falling in love under the same night sky makes his mouth twist wistfully, eyes faded gold.
âBecause you are my sun, my moon and my stars. I love you better than anything in the sky.â
Your mouth falls open, your heart suddenly roaring, pounding against its restraints.Â
âYou canât mean thatâ, you whisper. âDonât say it if you donât mean it.â
âI doâ, he says, with heartbreaking sincerity. âAnd I always will.â
Nostalgia, aided by the lingering alcohol in your veins opens the gate to your foolish heart. You want to pretend that you are eighteen again, without a care in the world, indulging in the warmth of his hand on the small of your back, the caress of his breath on your cheek. Your lips beckon his, swallowing the catch of his breath when your hands slide under his shirt.Â
âAre you sure about this?â His eyes are hungry, almost ravenous, but his hands still hover at the hem of your top.Â
âYesâ, you murmur, pressing open mouthed kisses to the column of his neck. âPlease, Tooru - please.âÂ
He carries you into the bedroom, undresses you with shaking hands, chanting your name with reverence, almost a prayer. His eyes darken with desperation and need, unwilling to allow himself any release until you fall apart boneless, caged in his arms. Â
âStay with meâ, he murmurs, after youâve both cleaned up a second time, tugging you into bed.Â
Itâs laughable. Five years on, Oikawa Tooru still has the power to make your mind lose all reason (however temporarily). With a single heated look, he commands your heart to break willingly in his hands. How could you not have learnt your lesson? The conversation between him and Iwaizumi merely confirms what youâve known all this while.
(The sky his heart seeks is a world away from the earth yours is buried in)
Even now, you can see the glimmer of golden wax feathers budding along his spine, gleaming under the pale moonlight.Â
You lie under the covers until his breath evens out, then you stumble out of bed. You force your heart to relinquish the keys to its freedom, handing it back to logic and rationality, pulling on your clothing, folding your borrowed clothing aside. Â
Tooru mumbles your name, his hand outstretched towards you. âCome backâ, he says in his sleep, fragility tinting the edges of his words.Â
Your fingers miss the doorknob by an inch. You dash your foolish hopes against the darkness of the room, put on your resolve like armour, leave your spare key on the kitchen counter.Â
Without looking back, you slip out into the night.Â
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Chains of a family [B.W]
Bill Weasley x Grant! reader
Chapter 1,
Chapter 2,
Chapter 3,
Chapter 4,
Chapter 5,Â
Chapter 6
Summary: The Weasley family have traditions about marriage and Bill has to respect them if he truly wants the reader become his wife. In the attempt to respect his family wishes the weasleys have to visit readerâs grandparent Tim Grant who has a lot of things to say
Word count: 5K TOO LONG IâM SO SORRY
Warnings: none(?
A/N: Hey! part 6 of this thing. Iâm so sorry to update this late but it was a complicated chapter and the longest so far. Iâll try to make small chapters from now on and the wedding is aproching, you guys!! iâm sooo excited to publish that part but we have to wait a little more for that.
So, as iâve said in the last chapter, i changed some things from de canon like Bill being attacked by Grayback and such. itâs just for the plot of this series ok? hope you donât mind guys.
Anyways, like always, english not my mother language so pls let me know if somethings wrong. Enjoy!
Chapter 6: Your life is not enough
You needed a couple of weeks to fully recover, even if it meant having Bill on your back every hour and taking you away from your duties with the Order. The mission that Remus Lupin gave you had to wait until further notice, all for William's excessive concern about your wounds
The task of keeping you away was complicated, more so when the Death Eater attacks had gained strength that no one expected. The members of the order spent twenty-four hours a day on watch with no time for breaks, even Bill went three days without sleep until you, still recovering , left the room and dragged him back with you regardless of his constant complaining. Molly supported you in the decision - thank god - telling her son not to worry that the rest of the Order would keep their eyes fully opened and he could rest comfortably next to you
The drastic change in Mrs. Weasley's behavior confused you because there was no reason for it, but the relief helped make your recovery quicker and less painful. The healer who you the morning after the accident with the Death Eaters took too long to close the wound as it was a curse wound and it needed a counter spell to heal properly, but not having one, he used other tactics and Dittany to help it heal. However, the help had come too late, and the scar was a throbbing fact that stung terribly when you made the slightest move. The healer said the burning and discomfort would go away with time, but the redness would stay forever. You thought that would be the last of your problems until you got your first glimpse of the result of the attack.
It was a disastrous thing, but it could have been much worse. You sighed as you looked at your disheveled image in the bathroom mirror. You had just taken a shower and Bill was still dressing in the bedroom. You took off the robe Ginny had given you a night before, watching the scar glisten across the valley of your breasts ending above your ribs. You sighed again, if you didn't consider yourself pretty before, at that moment you felt awful.
A new figure appeared in the reflection accompanied by a bright smile. William wore his white shirt tucked into his pants, his bow tie dangling from his collar and his suspenders placed perfectly flush against his shoulders. You smiled, looking at him through the mirror.
âGetting used to your dazzling new short hair?â You asked as you noticed Bill's nervous hand run over his head for the fifth time after the shower. Bill groaned, burying his face in your neck.
âI hate this styleâ
âAnd why did you cut it off, then?â
âMom made me," he stated, tightening his hands around your waist, "She wants me to make a good impression, and for once I wanted to please her in somethingâ
âWow, your mom wanting to impress my family? That's newâ
âWell, not every day you get to visit Lord Voldemort's brother," you gave him a bad look, smacking his hand, "Too soon for a joke, sorryâ
You shook your head, escaping from Bill's embrace putting perfume behind your ear, on your wrists and neck. You gasped when a small drop of perfume touched your wound, reddening it. Your eyes lost in the scar again, knowing that even if your dress managed to cover most of it, the initial edges would be exposed like the body of a worm crawling through your clothes. Bill discovered your discontent. He hugged you again, running his fingertips over your sore skin as he kissed your bare shoulder. Maybe you couldn't see it, but for Bill you were perfect. Not just for the way you looked, but the beautiful heart that, even if he didn't deserve it, you had given him without any qualms. You deserved to be appreciated by the rest of the world, not just by him.
âI love you. You know that, don't you?â
âEven with the scar?â
âWith the scar even more. It shows how brave you are and you should be proud of it. You saved Mad-Eyeâ
âThe others will see itâ
âIt's their problem, not yours. You're still the most beautiful woman in this world.
You smiled, stroking the short hair of the man behind you.
âNot as much as thatâ
âYou're right. I stand corrected. You are the most beautiful woman in both worldsâ
âWilliam...â
âI'll help you get dressed," he said, noticing that you were blushing up to your ears. William smiled without understanding why a sweet comment could make you blush, but not the fact that he was looking at you naked from the waist up. He picked up the dress hanging on the dresser reaching over to help it over your head pulling it down gently so as not to hurt you. Then, he zipped up your back leaving a wet kiss on your neck.
Bill's false calm didn't go unnoticed by you. As you smoothed the folds of your dress you noticed the trembling in his hands and the way his feet drummed on the floor. He was playing with the zipper of your dress pulling it up and down, trying to calm his nerves
âBill, it's not necessary to do thisâ
âIt is!â He replied looking up. You turned to him, crossing your arms around his neck, "I want to respect the traditions, to do things right. I want to show everyone that we mean business. It's just that...â
âMy grandfather scares you?â
âWhat? Noâ You raised an eyebrow âOkay, maybe a littleâ
âYou don't need to talk to him. He'll understandâ
âI want toâ
You gave in to Bill's pout. A few days ago, just after he asked you to marry him, Arthur Weasley spoke to his son asking him how he would go about keeping the traditions of the family. Bill didn't seem to understand what he was referring to when his father explained that the Weasleys used to always, always, visit the bride's parents' home right after the engagement to ask for their approval. Offerings were usually brought in a show of respect and the parents in question would respond by offering dinner for the guests. Bill's eyes widened, was that a real tradition?, he didn't know, âwhy didn't you ever tell me about it!â he questioned his father in a shout. Arthur knew about his son's untimely ignorance, returning the accusation, âWould that have made any difference on your desire to have her as your wife?â Bill didn't have to think too hard. âOf course not!â he shouted and his father laughed, patting him on the shoulder. His son was brave and would have asked for his bride's hand even from Voldemort himself. Bill was lucky tho cause he only had to talk to the old alchemist Tim Grant.
Your grandfather was the only one in the family who seemed to be neutral in the war caused by his brother, but above all he was the person who loved you most as you had both been banished from the Grants for standing up for your own convictions. Maybe Tim wasnât an active member of either side, however, the blood connection with his brother Tom Riddle sent shivers down the spines of those around him. The man isolated himself in the Galapagos islands dangerously close to a volcano, where he was sure his brother wouldnât dare to look for him. The Weasleys, hearing the story from your lips didnât understand why.
You used a portkey to get to your grandfather's house. Arthur had communicated with Tim hours earlier and the two of them managed to establish a connection undetected for the ministry thanks to the old Grant's powerful magic and his skills as an alchemist.  You couldn't hide your excitement at seeing your grandfather again, which encouraged Bill's eagerness to formally introduce himself to his next.... grandfather-in-law?
âWell then, but you don't have to worry. Grandpa is a very understanding manâ
âYeah, I'm sure he isâ
âBill Weasley, who knew talking to an old man would make you so nervous?â
âVery funnyâ he rolled his eyes, gluing his forehead to yours âI just want him to like me, (Y/N)â
âHe likes everyoneâ
âThat doesn't make me feel any better.â
âIt will when you talk to him and see there's nothing to be afraid ofâ You stood on your tiptoes cause even with your high heels you couldn't reach his height. You kissed his cheek, snatching a warm smile from him âHe's not like the rest of my familyâ
âI didn't mean to imply that, I'm sorryâ
âIt's all right, I know you didn't mean it. Now let's go downstairs, your mother must be going crazyâ
âAs if she wasn't alreadyâ
You slapped his arm as you descended the stairs. You didn't want Molly to hear them and relive her recently dissipated discontent with you
The rest of the family were already near the portkey with their arms full of baskets with offerings for your grandpa and the twins carrying some strange ornaments. Bill's sister Ginny greeted you with a smile, handing one of the baskets to her older brother. Molly and Arthur approached their children, both hanging on the opposite arm dressed in their best sunday clothes to make a good impression. You smiled without waiting for Bill's mother to smile back.
After the accident at Little Whinging Molly's rudeness disappeared. Not that she accepted you with open arms, but she stopped making bad comments and avoided looking at you in a bad way. Bill didn't know what Mad-Eye said to his mother that night when he told everyone how you had saved him knowing how much he owed you, but Bill didn't understand the size of the changing till he saw his mother offer you a piece of litchi pie the night after the attack when you were recovering from the wound. It was not that big of a deal really, but it had left you with a permanent smile on your face.
It was Molly herself who had taken the initiative to encourage Bill to fulfill the family tradition. If a Grant was going to come into their home as their son's wife then she should do it the way they knew. Her first piece of advice to her son was cutting his hair to a normal length. Bill was horrified by his mother's words cause he knew she was taking advantage of the moment to make him suffer with his precious mane. He did it anyway, because there wasn't anything in the world he wouldn't do for you
It was a drastic change, but it was worth it. Molly saw your eyes sparkle at the sight of her son so changed, with his hair cut short and his beard shaved. Your fingers danced over his face appreciating the effort Molly, not yet convinced of your influence at home, had made for you. Molly stifled a smile, unaware even to herself, that you were slowly beginning to win her heart.
You touched the shuttle at the same time falling precipitously in the sand and Harry helped you up with a smile. Then you walked straight appearing in front of a huge house that was sheltered by the foothills of the bubbling volcano on the other side of the island. The twins, like the rest of the family, let out an exclamation of astonishment as Ron, harried by the huge spiders hovering in the sand, ran for the door.
The smell of freshly cooked food escaped through the cracks in the door before it was opened. The twins' eyes widened as they recognized the delicious smell of cooked prawns and coconut sauce wafting over their heads. You knocked on the door three times, then stopped and resumed the knocking four more times. The Weasleys watched you, did you have a special code to communicate with each other?
"Come in" You gave way to them closing the door behind you and sealing it with an unknown spell. Bill waited for you at the threshold as his family was already making their way to the table where a very well dressed Tim Grant was waiting for them sitting in the main chair. Bill looked at him from his position, shaking âWe still have time to run awayâ you joked âIf you're not ready...â
âI am," he said confidently.
âOkayâ
You both walked toward the dining room. Tim was greeting the rest of the family enthusiastically. Bill sighed. At least Tim seemed to get along with his parents, so that was good. They all filled a seat, with Tim occupying the head and Arthur the opposite end; Molly sat on Tim's right side and you sat on Mr. Weasley's right side. The twins, Ron, Harry and Ginny took the middle seats leaving Bill the only vacant spot on Tim's left side. Bill took a breath before taking the seat and receiving a curious look from the man.
âAh, how wonderful is to have more people to fill the empty spaces! A table this big doesn't serve any purpose unless it's fully occupied, does it? That's what I always say!â
âDon't you usually get many visitors?â asked Molly, breaking the ice. Bill felt sweat trickle down his back. Tim guffawed, patting the back of Molly's hand on the table.
âIâm afraid so. I think that is cause I'm the only one crazy enough to live near an active volcano and my family's fame doesn't help me much either, I'm generally a lonely man. Most of the time it's frustrating, but I can deal with it. You are a big family from i can see, are they all yours, Arthur?â
âOnly the redheads," he replied. You recognized in his tone of voice a slight pride âThe other one is...â
âHarry Potterâ Tim Grant's eyes sparkled with recognition. He looked at Harry with a smile, bowing his head to him in respect. Harry did the same âI know him. He's the guy who's been giving my brother headachesâ
Tim's laughter echoed through the house being followed by the twins and you cleared your throat to get his attention. Tim spotted you from across the table waving his hand dismissively.
âGrandpa, pleaseâ
âA little joke to lighten the mood, my dear, oh, are these for me?â he questioned, bringing closer the baskets offered by the Weasleys resting on the table. Bill's basket was in front of him waiting to be properly delivered, so he stood up and did as he should. Tim Grant gladly received it, complimenting the selection they had made âWhat a cute boy, did you see him, dear,? he's gone red!â
You let out a chuckle, nodding at your grandfather's words. Bill's face was flushed as he returned to his spot and looked down at his hands. Tim guffawed again and banged the table.
âI appreciate the gifts, Arthur, I've never been part of a tradition like this beforeâ
âIt was important for my son and the rest of us to do it, to introduce ourselves properlyâ
âSure! It's what a family with honor does. I'm not surprised. No, not at all. The Weasleys were in the book of the sacred twenty-eight for a long time until they were struck off the list. Tell me, that was quite a blow, wasn't it?â
âNot so much, my family has never cared about that sort of thingâ
âOf course! It never did, I could see it up close. Did you know I was friends with your grandmother, Lysandra Yaxley?â
Arthur's eyes widened.
âReally?â
âReally. My family also once belonged to the most important pureblood families until I was born, of course. Lysandra and I became friends because her family also got kicked off the list when Cedrella, your mother, married your father Septimus Weasley. Even your grandfather Arcturus was removed from the Black family tree which was an embarrassment for him being that the ancestral Black family is too proud and such. Anyway, that's part of life, right? Creating new families, bringing people together...â
âWas your family always purebloods?â Fred asked. Tim shook his head
âIt was. As I mentioned, before I made my appearance in this worldâ
âWhy?â
Tim was suddenly silent. You scanned your grandfather's face waiting for an answer. Dinner plates flew in from the kitchen and positioned themselves at each guest's place setting while a huge chocolate fountain was set up in the center accompanied by a plate overflowing with assorted fruit. The baskets took a turn and took a place on your grandpa's shelves. Tim sighed, looking at the Weasleys asking to begin dinner.
âIâm the son of a witch, but not of a pure blood wizardâ
âDon't you and Lord Voldemort share the same father?â
âHarry...â
âIt's all right, Molly, I can answer thatâ Tim rubbed his chin, thinking âI understand your concern boy, being hide here doesn't make me ignorant to what's going on out there and I know better than anyone what you're going through. You need weapons against my brother and you do well. Tom is a big threat, a very big threat indeed. You're right, Tom and I don't share a father, but that doesn't make him any less my brother.
âI think we're straying from the subject that brought us hereâ mentioned Arthur feeling a sudden warmth. You supported him, but Tim continued to speak
âI was the son of Merope Gaunt and Aleister Grant. My father was a famous son, grandson and great-grandson of brilliant alchemists, and unsurprisingly he was one himself. Merope Gaunt was... a direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin and a Parselmouth. She had a brother named Morfin and my grandfather was Sorvolo Gaunt. My parents met when the Gaunts had just moved to Little Hangleton after their exile and needed a place to stay. They became the owners of a squalor ridden shack on the edge of town and well, my father was a young alchemist who lived near the Gaunt abodeâ
You sipped from your wine glass as you listened to your grandfather speak. Never, even with the rest of the family, had he ever struck such a chord as he was doing with the Weasleys. The truth was that you didn't understand why he was telling them all that, however, you werenât interested in interrupting the story as you knew your grandfather had a purpose with him.
âThose of us who are dedicated to alchemy have never enjoyed an enviable reputation because our transmutation abilities are mostly underestimated by the things that magic in general can produce and it makes a science like alchemy reserved for muggles in their attempt to approach the power that the wizards possess. Personally I think there is something right about that, precisely cause the transmutation in the Muggle world is divided into subjects they taught in schools like chemistry or physics, but alchemy goes beyond that, itâs a connection between the wizard and the spirituality that each one possesses...â the man's gaze was lost in a place at the table, pausing the story. Harry settled back on the seat waiting for him to continue âBut it's very difficult to erase the deep-rooted ideas about it, so the best is ignore that and continue doing what we believe is right. Anyway, ah! I got off topic, didn't I? Okay, okay, well my parents ended up meeting and my father fell in love with my mother as fast as my socks get cold at night, but that infatuation wasnât well regarded by my uncle and even less by my grandfather, of course, for the fame of the alchemists at the timeâ
âSo what happened?â you asked. Tim smiled at you, taking a bite of the rye bread on his plate.
âMy mother was treated worse than a house- elf by her father and Morfin, so she decided to run away with my father to France where he had several alchemist friends who could protect them. The Gaunts might have been exiled, but they were still dangerous and to be honest I think my father was terribly afraid of uncle Morfin. They eventually made it to France, but they encountered an infamous muggle who tried to hurt my motherâ
Everyone stopped eating to pay attention to Tim as he drank his third glass of wine. You thought that your grandfather wouldn't even be able to stand up by the end of the night.
âHe was known as Gilles De Rais. He was a sadistic muggle who tried to become a wizard even though he wasn't born a wizard and used my father to tell him secrets of alchemy. One night they were having a conversation when my father revealed him that there were certain amounts of gold in people's bodies. Gold is a very valuable component, as you already know, so the man's greed didnât take long to show itself and he questioned my dad how it could be obtained. My father told him that the only way to obtain the gold was by draining the blood and dividing it with a very complicated procedure, however, the gold of an ordinary adult was quite scarce. The real wealth was in the blood of children of no more than ten years old because they possessed a great amount of gold and other components that could be transmuted into riches. The muggle did so, and when he learned that my mother was a real witch, he wanted to know if golden blood ran through her veins, which would make him richer than he already was. My father refused, and decided to leave the place before he hurt us, because they knew she was already pregnant. The muggle went mad and unleashed in him a fury that spread throughout Franceâ
The Weasley twins chorused an astonished murmur as the others moved up to the table so as not to miss a word of the story. You sent a glance at Bill as he hadn't stopped sweating and going over his words all evening.
"They wanted to go back to Little Hangleton but my uncle and grandfather were still in a rage waiting to see them arrive, so my father sent my mother alone while he found another place to stay as he could not expose her to the cold streets of France while on standby, so they had no choice but to leave her with her family avoiding revealing my existence to them. Uncle Morfin didnât want my mother back, but my grandfather convinced him because they needed someone to take care of the house and their needs. Time passed, my father didnât come back and I was born in the garden of the house while my mother watered the plantsâ
âMy birth was a surprise to everyone because my mother knew how to hide me well until my father's arrival but, as that didn't happen, I couldn't stand it any longer and made my triumphant appearance on my grandfather's favorite bushes. Uncle Morfin was furious and even tried to get rid of me immediately, but my mother clung to me like a lioness.
âReally?â
âReally," he replied with a broad smile, "I think a part of her was still holding on to my father showing up at some point and getting us out of there, but again that didn't happen. Mom had to endure her brother and father's abuse for me and that's a debt I can never repayâ
The whole table fell silent, thinking. Dinner continued as a heavy thunderstorm rumbled overhead, accompanying old Tim Grant's story as if it were yesterday. The man paused to eat and the others did the same with no desire to miss a word. Harry's eyes sparkled in wonder and Mr. Weasley's strong hand on yours helped to soothe your fervent anguish.
âI guess that's what mothers do, isn't it? Anyway, the years passed and I had to live under uncle Morfin's shadow and at the mercy of his growing wrath. When I turned five I started helping the market men with their chores in exchange for a couple of pounds which we had to exchange later for galleons and sickles to survive for two weeks. Mom helped bring money into the house, but it wasn't enough. Then, at seven, the Dream Messengers showed up one night telling me I was required to study at the Uagadou magical college in Africa so I couldn't refuseâ
âWait, Uagadou takes students from the age of seven?â
âOh I see," the man settled back in his chair, wiping the corners of his lips with a napkin as he stared at Ron, "I forgot that the rest of the magical schools aren't very well known around here, are they? Well, yes, some schools take in very young students as is the case with Uagadou or the Japanese school. It depends a lot on the traditions in each region i guess, because in the African school they select only descendants of alchemists or who have had at least someone in their bloodline whose spirituality helped them to become one. It wasn't all as easy as that, of course, because each student had to pass a test before having a permanent stay, but....
âWhat kind of test?â Harry questioned when dinner was over and they start dessert. The twins were the first to help themselves a piece of fruit, playing with the chocolate fountain in the center of the table.
âOne that only wizards with alchemist ancestry could pass, Mr. Potter. I passed the test so I had no choice but to move to the castle immediately. I didn't want to leave my mother alone, but she convinced me to do it. Going to Uagadou was a great opportunity for me and for her cause it meant I could follow in my father's footstepsâ Tim's face suddenly darkened as he pushed away the overflowing plate of fruit Molly offered him. He folded his hands on the table and thought for a long moment. The twins continued to play with the chocolate fountain but a fierce look from their mother made them stop. Then Tim Grant sighed, wiping the sweat from his brow with the handkerchief on his coat âI regret that decision to this day. I could have gone to Hogwarts like any other wizard, but I suppose my ambition got the better of me. Maybe... if I hadn't left Little Hangleton she never would have met Tom Riddleâ
You tensed as you felt the pressure of Mr. Weasley's hand on yours a little too tightly. One glance at the others was enough to understand the dread the name struck their nerves. You even caught a glimpse of the hiss on Molly's lips and saw the sting in Harry's scar. Tim let out a chuckle, taking another drink from his wine glass.
âMy brotherâs father. I didn't hear from him until a couple of years later, when my mother wrote to me saying that uncle Morfin was in Azkaban and that my grandfather had died. She didn't give me many details, however, she did very vaguely mention the presence of a muggle who was quite striking to her. For better or worse, my mother was already forgetting my father, believing that he had abandoned her or, at worst, that he had dropped dead somewhere in France. I didn't believe the same, but it was logical that she got tired of waiting. I would never have grown tired, at least not having loved the way they didâ
Your gaze rolled to meet Bill's eyes as he looked back at you. He smiled at you, causing you to blush. Then you both looked back at your grandpa who was sipping a new glass of wine.
âIt was a couple more years before I stopped hearing from my family. Mom never wrote again and with uncle Morfin in Azkaban there was nothing that could be done. When I was eleven i returned to Little Hangleton only to find that my mother had married Tom Riddle, got pregnant and he had thrown her out on the street like a dog. She was left with nothing, unable to return to her fatherâs old house, and was forced to wander in the streets for months, until one rainy december night she went into labor in the middle of an alley. I helped her as much as I could, dragged her to the door of an orphanage where my mother no longer even had the strength to save the three of us. She had her wand in her hand, but she never used it. She gave up in front of me, the baby was born and asked me to name him after his father. She put him in my arms, the door of the orphanage opened, but mother had already diedâ
âGrandpa-â
âAs you can understand, it's kind of hard for me to remember all that," Tim Grant's reddened eyes closed, choking back tears, "I was just a little kid taking care of a baby and I didn't do my best job of raising him. I was upset with my mother for a long time after she died, but I don't judge her now. After living an almost totally miserable life, my mother had no hope and not enough courage to make her want to keep trying, even for the sake of her newborn son. That decision had a considerably negative impact on Tom's psyche as he was growing up I suppose cause I had to go back to school and I couldn't take him with me, I would have! Of course I would have. I tried, but Tom wasnât descended from any alchemist and there was nothing I could do about that. I tried, Merlin knows I did. I felt the need to leave him in that orphanage. I visited him whenever I could. For a year I went back and forth from continent to continent to see him, but that wasn't enough for Tom to grow up feeling loved. Orphanage life is hard, dear friends, we shouldnât judge others too harshly, much less a lonely motherâ Tim Grant's irritated eyes were fixed on Harry, reflecting deep pain âShe was weakened by her long suffering and she never had Lily Evansâ courage. Everyone sacrifices for those they love in different ways, and my mother did it in her own wayâ
âWhy didn't you ever talk about this?â you asked from across the table. Everyone looked at you âwhen dad asked you so-â
âYour father didn't need any more reasons to support Tom's folliesâ Tim shook his head âMy brother is a very convincing person not only with his family members but with anyone who gets in the way of his plans. He has a very affiliated serpentine tongue, he inherited the gift of gab from our ancestors and your father grew up under his influenceâ
âWe're very sorry for what you had to go through, Tim, but there's nothing that can be done about you-know-who and all that's left for us to do is to fight himâ
âI understand, Arthur, but that doesn't stop me from blame myself. I did what I could, but an eleven-year-old can't take the place of his parents. When I graduated from school and wanted to take care of him Tom was already at Hogwarts and completely disappeared from everyone's eye," he lamented, scrunching his eyelids together, "That was the last time I saw him as the real Tom and not the ghastly grayish mass he is nowâ
The twins and Ron laughed at the comment and were immediately silenced by their father. Tim scrunched up his eyes, took a breath and let out a laugh looking around the room.
âWell, enough whining, that's not what you guys are here for, is it?â Bill, that had kept silent, denied when the man turned to see him, "What's done is done, and lamenting won't do any good, but I hope that what I've just told you will help you to see Tom's human side if he still has it, which I doubt it very muchâ
âThank you, sirâ
âYou're welcome, Harry, dear, well? What was you wanted to tell me, my boy?â
Tim Grant turned his full body towards Bill, almost climbing up on the table fixing his huge opaque eyes on Bill's. Bill held his gaze noticing that the man was drunk since the beginning of the evening. He looked to you for help, but you were too busy watching Mrs. Weasley's reaction to hearing the reason for your visit.
âCome on, boy, don't be shyâ
âI... well, I wanted to-â
âOh, Arthur, your son is so cute!â he shouted as he squeezed Bill's cheeks. His brothers and Harry laughed and even Molly hid a mischievous smile by putting a piece of apricot in her mouth âPoor frightened boy. But, come on! I'm not going to make it harder for you, I know you're here to ask for my granddaughter's hand in marriage, aren't you?â
âYes, that's right, sirâ
âWell, that's a great gesture of you, but this is a job for (Y/N)âs parentsâ
âIt is, but you understand that under such circumstances we couldn't pay a courtesy visit to the Death Eaters," Arthur interjected with an amused smile.
âIndeedâ
âSo...â.
âSo..." repeated Tim. You sighed, "You love my granddaughter?
âYes, sirâ
âHow much?â
âA lotâ
âAre you going to protect her, take care of her, and love her?â
âWith my life, sirâ
âYour life is not enough for me, Williamâ Tim smiled at him, tapping Bill's chin with one of his fingers âMy granddaughter is still a Grant, descended from very powerful wizards. My hand will not tremble to revenge the suffering you put her through, am i being clear?â
âY-yes, sir. Crystal clearâ
âGood boy," he replied, patting his cheek. Then he turned to Molly, took her hand and kissed the back of it, giving her a beautiful smile. The woman blushed, but it didn't last long because the man turned to her husband and bowed his head in respect. Arthur pressed your hand on the table and also kissed the back of your hand, making a promise âWell, then. Arthur, your son has my blessing to marry my granddaughterâ
Mr. Weasley raised his glass, offering it to Tim.
âThank you, Tim. We promise to take care for (Y/N) as a member of our familyâ
âI hope so." The man rested his chin on his hands, watching the huge smile form on your lips and kissing Arthur's cheek. He turned to Molly lightly patting her shoulder offering her a sweet roll which she accepted with a giggle âIt's nice to see you accepting my (Y/N) so wellâ Molly wrinkled her nose âSince who she is and coming from a family as complicated as ours...it was hard for me to believe that someone from the outside could fall in love with her someday. I always knew my little girl was different from everyoneâ Tim's brown irises clouded over. Molly fell silent âYou could put her in a basket of rotten apples and she'd make them blossom, so I'm glad to hear you've taken her in as one of yours. Being a Grant is a very complicated task, i never had a problem with people speaking shit about me, i was never ashamed to be recognized as Lord Voldemort's brother, but my yoke should not fall on my granddaughterâ Molly Weasley listened carefully âI have always been a faithful supporter of being judged individually and not by the others actions, that would be like punishing children for their parents mistakes, wouldn't it? That wouldn't be fair and it wouldn't make us any less guilty than my brother, isn't that what heâs doing? Punishing Muggle-born wizards just because they weren't born under Merlin's blessing? I like you, Molly, I know you understand.
A pain in her chest made her look down, embarrassed. But then Tim lifted her chin at just the right moment for her to catch the moment her son rose from his place to walk over to you and lock you in a breath-stealing hug. Arthur was at your side watching you and then his attention focused on his wife giving her a beaming smile, the kind she hadn't seen in a long time. Even the rest of their children had joined in the celebration and Harry rose to congratulate you while you and Bill happily sealed your engagement with a kiss. Tim moved Molly's chin towards him, their gazes colliding.
âYes," Molly whispered, "I understand.
âGoodâ Tim let out a laugh, pulling away from Molly to toast. The woman watched you as she smiled thinly âThen my story was useful somehowâ
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Lost connection [Corpse x reader]
Paring: Corpse husband x Gender neutral!reader
Summary: âCan you please write a story where the reader (female) isn't a youtuber or playing Among us with the crew? Preferably, angst and maybe unrequited love and meeting him through social media as a fan. The last sentence is not a requirement, I just wanna read a story where the reader isn't a successful youtuber or a youtuber at all. Just a normal person who doesn't have many talents.â Requested by anon
âHi! If you feel like it, maybe a corpse x reader where he posts one of their tiktoks on his Instagram story and they start talking and falling for each other? <3â requested by anon
Warnings: idk sad ending?
Read part two here
A/N: Y/T = Your TikTok Coping with election stress by writing, and I still donât even live in the US. Iâm sorry only one for today <3 you got a hc too!
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You had recently started making tiktoks, it was mostly closet cosplay to song you saw fitting to the character. It helped you escape the stress of everyday life. You liked the small following you usually got around 200 to 300 views, usually. That was until Corpse Husband himself had gotten in contact with you to ask permission to share a video of you dancing around a chair to his song Cat Girls are ruining my life. Of course, you said yes.
Leading to your video trending and you gaining a bit more followers before everything went back to normal. However, what didnât go back to normal after a couple of days was the fact that youâre still talking to Corpse. You donât really understand how this is still going on. Youâve been following him for quite a while now. This is big.
Corpse_Husband: I was thinking I could get your number, itâs easier than writing over here.
Y/T: Sure, here it is xxx-xxx-xxx
You pull your phone away from your face. Did you sound too desperate? A bit maybe? No? Maybe? Just a tid bitâŠ
Unknown number: Well hello there, Y/T
You: New phone, who dis?
Too much? Oh god what if he doesnât think itâs funny, or thinks youâre being serious. You stare intensely at the three dots; they disappear and your heart sinks for second before a message pops up.
Corpse: I wonder who
You: Welp, better go contact my fbi agent then.
Is that an outdated joke? You honestly werenât too sure.
Corpse: Itâs Corpse
Y/N: Ah! Never would have guessed, btw how was your day?
It didnât take long before the two of you texted every day. It took two months before Corpse asked if he could call you. It awkward in the beginning.
âSooooooâŠâ You said trying to fill the silence.
âYeahâŠâ And so did he.
But the two of you slowly became comfortable with speaking and started calling every night before you would go to bed, which correlated to around an hour before his streams started. It was a beautiful friendship that was slowly blossoming into more. You could feel yourself falling harder as each day passed, as each time you listened to him talk. Even if it was just a silent phone call so the two of you could be together.
âYou wonât believe what happened today!â Corpse had practically yelled through the phone at you, sounding somehow like the most deep voiced teenage girl out there.
âGo on tell me!â You matched his excitement. Ready to lend an ear until you wouldnât be able to hold your eyes open anymore.
The big elephant in the room, only felt to grow the more you talked. You lived halfway across to world in the Netherlands, while he was in San Diego. You knew not to get your hopes up of him ever coming there. So instead you got a second job besides your studies and the first job. Meaning you spent less time talking to him, but it would be worth it you told yourself. It took you 4 months of barely speaking for you to have saved up for the ticket if you stayed at his place for the two days.
You were ready to tell him that, you had quit the second job earlier that day. You were excited. But when you called, it rang out. Heâs probably just busy, you told yourself.
It rang out, the next day.
And the day after.
And the day afterâŠ
âYou can no longer reach this number.â The telephone spoke at you, you stared at it in disbelief. You did the only thing you could think about and opened twitter for the first time in months. Straight on his page last tweet 12 days old. The last time you spoke together.
Corpse_Husband: Final Goodbyes hurt :(
You fall back on your bed your phone forgotten in your hand. You neglected him to be able to earn enough money to see him, driving him away in the effort. Youâre bewildered at what to do, you just lost the only person you were able to connect with on a personal level.
You had lost your friend.
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You're all I have, Bird Brain
Pairing: Big Brother Hawks x Little Sister Reader
Summary: You have to sit back and watch your brother fight for his life on TV, hoping everything turns out okay
T/W: descriptions of a fight and crying
A/N: I got this idea while doing my makeup and rushed to write it because I loved it so much-- I hope you guys enjoy! đ€
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A frantic knock on your dorm door took your attention away from the anime you were watching on Netflix, causing you to quickly get up and swing it open. Before you could greet whoever happened to be interrupting your binge watching, something wrapped around you with a worried whimper. Dark Shadow..?
"(Y/N), you need to come quick to the common room, Hawks is in a bad fight-" It was Tokoyami, and his voice matched the whimpers coming from Dark Shadow. They were the only ones out of your whole class who knew the full truth about you, and that's only because Hawks had scouted the both of you to his hero agency for the internships class 1-A had done. You had sworn Tokoyami and Dark to secrecy easily, the trust built between you 3 was something anyone could see.
Everyone could see why the now number 2 hero chose Tokoyami, but many were confused why you were scouted as well. The explanation you gave was, "Maybe he just likes my quirk? That's all I can think of." In all reality, you knew exactly why.
He was your big brother and loved you to death, and you were super ecstatic to work under him.
Your love for him wasn't unknown, your friends just thought he was your favorite hero. You had so much merch of him that Izuku's All Might collection was almost surpassed, and you were always seen in a Hawks hoodie.
The aforementioned Hawks hoodie is exactly what you had on now as you basically threw yourself down the stairs and onto the common room couch, right beside Kirishima and basically on top of Bakugo. The blonde was about to yell at you until he saw the tears already streaming down your face. The scene playing out on the TV in front of you was terrifying.
This absolutely gigantic Nomu was tearing into Endeavor and Hawks, regenerating after every blow the number 1 and 2 pro heros landed on it. It was talking-- strategizing against them. This was unlike any Nomu any hero had fought yet and your brother was one of the only 2 heros on scene.
Hawks had already lost a majority of his feathers from saving citizens and aiding the flaming hero at his side, and it was obvious that Endeavor was reaching the end of his fire power too.
Your entire body shook as your hands clasped themselves tightly around the red feather necklace you wore every day. It was one of Hawk's actual feathers- something Keigo gifted you once you got accepted into UA to show how proud he was of you. He could still control this one, but he never did since he viewed it as yours now.
Everyones eyes shot to you as a struggled gasp left your lips and you moved to sit on your knees in front of the couch. Hawks got hit, hard. He fell onto the top of the nearest building, next to no feathers left on his back. He was barely moving and his glasses were busted in half, his coat ripped up and forehead bleeding.
"K-keigo.."
Your eyes were huge, still streaming tears down your face. The fight your brother was putting up for his life had your attention fully captured, so when a hand was placed on your shoulder you flinched and finally let a sob out. You hadn't heard Aizawa enter the building, coming to check on you and Todoroki.
"(Y/N), it's gonna be okay." Aizawa pulled you into a tight hug as you continued to sob, fingertips numb from grasping at the feather so tightly. Finally, when you turned your blood-shot eyes back to the TV, Endeavor gave a final hit to the Nomu. He blasted it to pieces and was finally coming back down from the sky.
You were tense and silent until you saw both heros were being guided towards separate ambulances, your breath heavy as the cameras cut to just Hawks. He was talking to a paramedic and a police officer, beaten and bloody but alive.
When the officer was done with his questions, Hawks was seen pulling his phone out and calling someone. The news reported commented out of curiosity that it could be a lover, and everyone in the room around you besides Aizawa and Tokoyami assumed it was to contact his agency-- but you knew exactly who it was.
Your phone started to ring as soon as the pro heros phone touched his ear and you jumped for it at lighting speed. At this point, everyone was beyond confused.
Mineta made a joke about you having an affair with the hero, which was quickly cut short by a punch from both Kirishima and Bakugo. After the purple perv was silenced, nobody dared to say a word as all eyes fell on you.
With shakey hands you hit the green accept button and held the phone to your ear, small sniffles still escaping you. "K-Keigo, please tell me you're okay.."
Nobody could hear the voice on the other side of the phone but when you finally took a deep breath and used your sleeve to wipe your tears away, they assumed everything was okay. You continued your conversation for a minute before a loud laugh was heard from the other person on the phone, and this seemed to set you off.
"Keigo Takami, you know what I've ALWAYS said about using up all of your feathers in battle! It's not funny!"
This confirmed for your classmates who was on the other line, but not why you were the person that the number 2 hero had chosen to call.
"Just tell me what hospital they're taking you to, Bird Brain, and if it's the same one they're taking Endeavor to as well so I can let Shoto know. I'd rather beat your ass in person than over the phone for that ridiculous comment you just made-- Hey, shut up, I'm tired of always hearing about how great of a job Endeavor did when you almost got yourself killed!"
You had stood up at this point and were getting your shoes on, moving to the kitchen after your laces were tied.
"Just.." A groan left your mouth as you pinched the bridge of your nose. "Please, be careful next time, Kei. I dont know what I'd do if something really bad happened to you. You're all I have, Bird Brain."
You collected up some snacks and drinks in a bag from the common room fridge, as well as some cookies Sato had made earlier that day for everyone to take to him. You knew Keigo hated hospital food.
"I'll be there in 10 minutes, dont to anything stupid before I get there. You'll have more than just some missing feathers to worry about if you do. I'll see you when I get there. I love you Kei, bye."
At this point, all eyes were glued to you as you now stood in front of Aizawa and the entirety of your class. Your eyes landed on Shoto, though. "Sho, your dad is at the same hospital Hawks is at and I'm heading over now. Would you like to join me?"
Todoroki was stunned, to say the least. His, as well as everyone else's, minds were running a million miles an hour trying to figure out what had just happened on the phone between you and Hawks.
"He's in room 203, and as far as Keigo knows, He's not in horrible condition. Just really worn out with some wounds that wont take very long to heal. It more so took his energy than anything."
Your attention turned back to Aizawa and before you could even ask, he was already nodding and had placed his hand on your shoulder. "You can go see him, just be safe. We dont know if there's more of those Nomu out there and you saw how big of a fight Endeavor and Hawks had to put up. Call us if anything happens."
You gave Aizawa a big hug and a thank you before practically sprinting out the door.
Aizawa turned to his class as they sat in shock, Todoroki being the first to speak up. "Why did-" He was cut off by his teacher, who had his arms crossed as he surveyed everyones faces.
"Put it all together. 1. (Y/N) got in by recommendation. 2. (Y/N)'s last name is Takami. 3. He scouted her without her having bird like powers similar to Tokoyami. 4. (Y/N) is also always talking about him. Its obvious, Hawks is her big brother. I thought you all knew already."
Tokoyami spoke up before anyone else could. "I knew, but she didn't want everyone else to know. She didn't want to be known as just his little sister. She wanted her own name out in the world."
This caused the class to quietly talk to eachother about how it all made sense, and questioning others about if they had known. Aizawa walked up to Todoroki and laid a hand on his shoulder like he had done to you prior. "You're welcome to go see your dad if you'd like. Like (Y/N) said, He's in room 203 in the nearest hospital."
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All That Glitters Is Not Gold (part 3)
Summary: Y/n gets hired to be the avengers chief physician and also happens to be an ex assassin.
Word count: 1.6k
Warnings: blood
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Peter nods his head along to the beats of his music. He moves his hands around pretending to play the air drums. The ding of the elevator signals him to get off. He pulls out his headphones and stuffs them in his pocket. The moment his headphones are off he hears two muffled voices.
"Tony you know why I can't, we've gone over this." A feminine-sounding voice said.
"It's doesn't make sense! You're the best combat fighter I know!" A voice that sounded like Tony's exclaimed.
That sparked Peter's interest, he tiptoed closer to the med bay trying to stay quiet. He peaked only his head into the room. He watched as Tony and some girl argue.
"If you won't join will you at least move in? I just want to know that you're safe and I can't do that when you're in Hell's Kitchen." Tony pinches the bridge of his nose.
"I'll think about it." The woman says as she organized papers on the desk in front of her.
Peter clears his throat and walks into the room. Tony and the woman both looked at him and she smiled.
"Hey, Mr. Stark you asked me to come?." Peter stammers nervously.
"Oh yeah come here kid, Peter this is Y/n our new doctor, Y/n this is Peter Parker." Tony introduced them.
Y/n stands up and straightens out her pants. She walked over to Peter "Nice to meet you, Mr. Parker." She gives a friendly smile.
"It's nice to meet you too Dr. Y/n."
Peter wiped his hand on his shirt and stuck it out, Y/n grabbed his hand and shook it.
"If you ever need anything or have any questions, come talk to me anytime." She grinned.
Peter felt his phone vibrate, he grabbed it out and checked it.
"Thank you I will, I have to go tho there's a store getting robbed and people that need saving." Peter turned while waving.
Y/n waved back and chuckled. She turned back over to Tony "He's a sweet kid."
"Yeah, he is." Tony breathed.
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Y/n twirls her pen between her fingers, she was bored out of her mind filling out paperwork. After Tony left earlier she decided to tackle the piles of forms left in the closet in her office. Bouncing her leg up and down, checking yes and no, she was sure she was going to go crazy.
Being a doctor for the Avengers was not was what she expected. Y/n expected to be running all over the place with no moment of rest, but in reality, she did PT, gave a couple of people refills for painkillers, and filled out paperwork like an underpaid secretary. Sure this was her first real physician position unless you could count stitching up your own gun wounds, or other shady people as a job.
A knock at the door startled Y/n out of her thoughts. She looked up to see Bucky leaning against the door, arms crossed with a light friendly expression on his face. Her face lit up and she dropped her pen.
"Hey doc you look busy there, we can always cancel for the day," Bucky remarked.
"We wouldn't want to do that Buck, who else would work you out?" Y/n grinned while she wiggled her eyebrows suggesting.
"I have an idea or two," Bucky smirked back.
"I don't know if Sam or Steve would particularly enjoy that."
Bucky scrunched up his face in distaste and immediately shook his head to get rid of the thought. Y/n chuckled and got up from where she once sat.
Y/n grabbed a plastic container off the shelf full of equipment labeled 'shoulder'. She also grabbed the athletic tape and her iPad. She nodded toward Bucky and they walked to the training room.
They walked into a room that was filled with treadmills, weights, mirrors, and other training equipment. Sunlight from the window bounced off the white walls that weren't filled with posters. She gestured Bucky over to a bench and pressed down on his left shoulder.
"Sit." She demanded and he was obligated.
Y/n rolled up his sleeve and began to tape his shoulder. "Why are you doing that?" He questioned.
"Since today is your last day, we are going to work with weights, and taping your shoulder should help with the pressure." Bucky gave an understanding look and she fixed his sleeve.
"Alright, we're going to start off light." She grabbed a 20lb weight and handed it to Bucky.
His eyebrow arched and he looked at Y/n "That's starting off light?"
"Oh come on, with all the chemicals running through those veins you won't even break a sweat." She teased.
"I don't know why I come to these sessions if you're just going to bully me." Bucky huffed.
Y/n threw her hands up in mock surrender "Sorry."
She grabbed her iPad and began to type, Y/n looked up to see Bucky eyeing her. "What are you looking at big boy, start lifting."
She lifted her hand to her chest and back down as an example. He rolled his eyes but then did what he was told.
_
"I had a sister Rebecca, you would have liked her sweet girl, fiery spirit. I'm pretty sure she had a crush on Stevie at one point. She used to say we were the most intolerable boys on the planet." Bucky had a faraway look in his eyes.
"Oh yeah?" Y/n asked with a smile. She liked seeing Bucky like this, happy, playful, she had only known him for a handful of days but they have been spending a lot of time together with PT, and usually, after they spend time laughing and joking around. Tho she liked him dark and brooding nothing compares to his smile.
Nothing compares to his smil- what the hell am I thinking? She asks herself in a reprimanding tone. This is her patient, one that she's supposed to be helping. Not to mention that he's old enough to be her grandfather. Well, mentally he's probably around 29-30. Another voice says in her head.
"Yeah." He grinned fondly.
"Alright now roll your shoulder forward-"
The sound of the window opening caused her to stop mid-sentence. She gripped the metal water bottle in her hand a little tighter, ready to swing it at the intruder.
She whipped her head around to see a bloody Peter Parker swaying back and forth in a Spider-Man suit with his mask in his hand. She rushed over to him, she grabbed him by his shoulders to steady him.
"Peter are you okay? What happened?" She questioned scanning his face for other injuries.
"I'm fine, just a little light-headed." As soon as the words left his mouth he collapsed into her arms. Y/n looked over to Bucky for assistance.
Together they dragged Peter to the main part of the med-bag and laid him on a bed. She began to hook him up to an IV and heart monitor. She glanced over to Bucky to see him looking over at her helplessly.
"Can you tell Tony he's in here with me?" Y/ n asked Bucky while filling the IV with liquid. He looked back at Peter and nodded.
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Peter groaned and sat up rubbing his head. He looked over to see Y/n scribbling something on a piece of paper.
"What happened." He asked in a groggy voice.
Y/n's eyes shot over to him, she smiled and fully turned. She clicked her pen, attached it to the clipboard, set it down, and walked over to him.
"Good you're awake, you came in through the window like a couple of hours ago and just passed out. Tony came in not too long ago to see you."
"Oh yeah sorry about that I saw you and Mr. Barnes through the window and thought that I might as well go through there." He breathed.
"Don't worry about it." That was all she said in response.
Y/n looked at his arm to see blood bleeding through the bandages. She took them off and trashed them. She cleaned them off and rewrapped them. Peter watched as she repeated those steps several times for his other cuts.
"You can ask you know." She wrapped the last stitch and rubbed her forehead with her arm.
Peter instantly flushed "ask what?"
She chuckled "I heard you out there, in the hallway." That was the truth. Y/n did hear him in the hallway, she also heard the elevator open and the music he was listening to on the way up.
"I'm sorry?" His statement sounded more as though it was a question.
She once again laughed and shook her head at the boy's antics. He was too young and too pure for this terrible world. He hands hopeful eyes, and there is nothing like a child's hope. Hope is the companion of power, mother of success, hope is seeing the light despite being surrounded by darkness. Hope is the last thing ever lost, and without hope, you can't live.
"What did Tony mean when he said the best fighter he knows." Peter hesitantly asked.
"Oh, he probably meant because I was an assassin." Y/n shrugged nonchalantly.
"WHAT?! ASSASSIN?! Why didn't you tell everyone?" He stammers over his sentence. Who knew? Did Tony know? Is she better than Natasha? Is she better than the Winter Soldier? He had so many questions running through his head.
"Don't ask don't tell." She smiled at Peter getting frustrated at her vague answers.
"That's so cool! How good of a fighter are you? Can you do a flip? Do you have any more cool deadly fighter friends? Can you speak different languages?" Words were shooting out of his mouth like rapid fire.
"Thank, I'm decent, yes, lots of them, a few." She answered his questions as they came, amused to no end. Peter looked at her as though she was a gift from the gods themselves.
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Name of the Game: ksj fic (M)

title: Name of the Game
pairing: seokjin x reader
genre/au: Anastasia AU, fluff, mystery, a bit of angst, smut, comedy
rating: 18+
word count: 14.2k
warnings: lost identity, slightly graphic description of a car accident including mentions of blood and dead bodies, minor character deaths mentioned, mentions of nightmares, mentions of past trauma, y/n gets lost multiple times, sexual content including oral (f and m receiving), kissing, grinding, fingering, breast play, nudity, unprotected sex (PLEASE USE PROTECTION).
summary:Â The Hotel -Strange, The Manager - Far Too Charming, The Situation - Dire, The One in Trouble - You.
a/n: hereâs my adaptation of the 1997 animated Anastasia film! the idea of the hotel was inspired by the Spanish tv series - Grand Hotel! i didnât manage to finish this by the deadline. but it is finally over. iâm not very happy with how this story turned out but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless. this was part of the Wish Upon A Star collab featuring some incredible writers and their brilliant adaptations/interpretations of different stories from our childhood.Â
The address seemed correct. You had asked three people on the way over, and they had all pointed you in the same direction, accompanied by a knowing look. And in a way, they were completely correct. Concordia was a Gothic style castle, standing tall in the midst of acres and acres of lush green fields - a foreboding structure lost in time, separated from the rest of the world by sheer distance. In fact, the nearest payphone and gas station had been almost 100 miles away -Â which you had used to phone the Mins.
âI think Iâm almost there,â you spoke into the phone, surveying your surroundings doubtfully. âI asked a bunch of people and they all told me itâs just a few minutes away.â
They had lied. It took you at least 3 more hours to bike there.
âYou sure you arenât lost, kiddo?â You could almost see the teasing grin on Yoongiâs face.
âOh, would you look at that? My timeâs almost upâ - you rolled your eyes at Yoongiâs giggles filtered through the receiver - âIâll give you a call once I find accomodation, Yoongi! Take care, and donât swipe any more tangerines from the shop!â
âLook out for yourself, kiddo.â
You had lived with the Mins for the better part of your 21 years of existence. They had found you almost 12 years ago, sitting under a large tree, bawling your eyes out. You had no memory of how you had gotten there, or who you were - just your name and a very battered piece of sheet music in your pocket. It was solely due to the kindness of a young couple who ran a modest cafe that you were even alive at this point. Their only son, Yoongi, preferred to lord his 4-5 year age difference by calling you âkiddoâ. You would rather die before admitting it, but you really adored the nickname.Â
Living life without an identity, without any roots, without a past - it was inconvenient at best, and unsettling at worst. You were eternally grateful to the Mins for everything they had done for you, but the first indication of financial distress arising from difficulties at the cafe had prompted you to pack your bags and leave in search of a job.Â
Concordia was a name everyone knew. It was one of the oldest hotels in the country, passed down through 4 generations, known for its grandeur, luxury, and exquisite service. But most importantly, the food at Concordia was absolutely legendary. People saved up money throughout the year, so that they could travel to the hotel and try the food just once. And as a person who didnât have much to lose, you decided that this would be the perfect place to apply for a position in the kitchens.Â
What you hadnât expected was to come across a gigantic looming structure, more suited for housing a reclusive vampire with horrible mood swings or a flamboyant literary figure prone to wild fantasies and nights of debauchery. Or both.Â
You had almost turned back after seeing the castle for the first time - it didnât seem like a place youâd want to spend more than a few seconds in. But something inside you kept nudging you forward.
There were two men standing at the main doors, looking equally formidable and archaic as the building they were guarding. After a few terrible attempts at convincing them to let you in, you gave up on the idea.
You looked around carefully. Surely there was another way of getting in. Once you were inside, you could convince whoever was in charge to give you a chance. You just needed one chance to prove yourself. Just one.Â
Just then, a couple of people walked out using some kind of side entrance - a magnificently dressed woman and a young man with a certain swagger in his steps.
You crept over towards them, hoping that something from their conversation would help you out.
âI donât understand why that silly girl creates such a fuss about bringing food to my room!â The woman rolled her eyes and brought a cigarette to her lips.
The young man took a lighter out of his pocket and lit the cigarette with a practiced sort of ease. âIâll have a word with her, donât worry.â
You strained your ears, trying to figure out just what they were talking about. Something to do with the hotel?
âBut Mr. Kim,â she continued, taking a step closer to the young man. âWhy canât you bring my food up to my room?â The tone of her voice had most definitely changed, dropping a few octaves as she tilted her head to one side.Â
âNow, now, Mrs. Trent,â he replied, with a hint of a chuckle. âYou know thatâs against hotel policy.â
With that, he took a definite step back.Â
âShame,â she continued, sweeping her eyes over him. âMake sure Kate doesnât make any more mistakes with my room service.â
âWill do, maâam,â replied Mr. Kim. He bowed to her and showed her back inside using the side entrance.
This was your opportunity.Â
You followed behind them, making sure to maintain a decent amount of distance, and slipped in before the large door slowly creaked shut.
The inside was comparatively more inviting than the exterior. Lanterns at every few feet provided soft, warm lighting, and the decor looked a lot more modern and familiar than expected. The side entrance opened into a sort of lounge area, filled with comfortable sofas, small wooden tables, and a few dozen bookshelves. A record player -
âCan I help you?â
You hurriedly stepped back from the person you had bumped into - the man from earlier, Mr. Kim.Â
âUhâŠâ You floundered for words, caught off-guard by how handsome he was. Chocolate brown eyes, devastatingly plump lips, ridiculously broad shoulders, and strong eyebrows - one of which was quite beautifully arched as he sized you up.
âI-I got lost. I wandered away from the lobby. C-could youâ- you straightened your posture, mustering up all of your confidence - âdirect me back there? I need to complete my check-in.â
Mr. Kim stared at you for a few moments. He seemed to be considering your words. You werenât dressed half as extravagantly as the woman from before - who was probably a good example of the hotelâs usual clientele - but you somehow resisted the urge to tug at your clothes self-consciously.
âOf course,â he flashed you a brilliant smile, gesturing towards another part of the hotel. âThis way, maâam.â
You breathed a sigh of relief, quickly turning it into a cough as he turned towards you inquiringly.Â
âSorry, my throat is absolutely parched.â
He smiled again. âIâll get one of the staff to bring out some water and refreshments for you.â
You nodded weakly and stood there, trying to look like you belonged.Â
As soon as Mr. Kim was out of sight, you headed in the direction he had gone. Hopefully it was towards the kitchens. If not⊠well, you didnât want to think about that.
It was soon evident that you were lost. Whatever this corridor was, you had no idea where it led or whether Mr. Kim had headed that way at all. Perhaps you should have waited near the front desk and thought your plan throughâŠ
âAre you looking for something?â
You whirled around at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. It belonged to a middle-aged woman, with a soft kind of beauty that had aged gracefully. You probably should have stuck to your story about being a guest who had gotten lost in the hotel. But something about her kind eyes encouraged you to tell her the truth.
âYou want a job in the kitchens?â she asked, sounding a little skeptical. âMy dear, thereâs a way to apply for such positions. Why donât you go back home and look at some proper avenues to apply for hotel internships?â
âPlease,â you tried to keep the desperation out of your voice. âJust give me a chance. If Iâm not capable, Iâll leave. But please, donât turn me away.â
She sighed. âWhatâs your name, child?â
âY/n.â
âWhat?â Her eyes seemed to well up for a moment, but she gathered herself quickly. âY/n⊠Umm, alright. Weâll give you a try. One week. And if things donât work out, you have to leave without a fuss.â
You beamed at her. âThank you! You wonât regret it -â
She shook her head with a resigned smile. âCall me Yuna.â
Your first impression of Concordia had been spot on. There was something definitely off about the place. At the end of your first day working there, you noticed that all the staff seemed to get along with each other but there was a certain tension whenever the owners of the hotel were mentioned. Nobody said anything, but an uneasiness hung in the air every time.Â
âSo tomorrow,â Yuna turned towards you. She was the head chef and you had spent the entire day observing her as she directed everyone in the kitchen. âIâm going to ask you to help Kevin with the breakfasts. Itâs not too tough - but in my experience, you can tell whether someone has potential by the way they cook eggs.â
You smiled. She had a subtle sense of humor, and everyone working with her absolutely adored her. She was the mother hen and head chef all rolled into one.Â
âAnd about your accommodations-â
An interruption arrived in the form of the last person you wanted to see.
âDo we have any strawberry pastries left?â Mr. Kim asked, sauntering into the kitchen like he owned the place.Â
You busied yourself with some dust that had miraculously lodged itself into your left eye at that very moment, trying to appear as inconspicuous as possible. But unfortunately, those piercing eyes had spotted you.
âLook who it is,â he drawled, walking over with slow, deliberate steps. All the amiable attentiveness in his eyes had been replaced with a calculating smugness. âOur lost check-in.â
âAh, Seokjin,â Chef Yuna interrupted your staring match. âI see youâve met our newest recruit - y/n. Y/n, this is Seokjin - my son.â
You gulped. âN-nice to meet you, Seokjin.â
âItâs Mr. Kim or Manager Kim to you, Lost Check-in,â he said, with a definite sneer. âMum, forget about the pastry. I have a meeting with Madam Iris in a few minutes.â
With that, he walked off, leaving you a humiliated mess. Chef Yuna opened her mouth to say something but you were off without a second thought. Manager or not, how dare he speak to you like that!
âMr. Kim! Mr. Kim! KIM SEOKJIN!â you all but screamed, finally catching his attention. Although, if he hadnât been ignoring you so obviously, he wouldâve turned around sooner.
âWhat is it, Lost Check-in? I have more important things to do,â he asked, huffing much louder than necessary.
âWhy did you speak to me like that?â You glared at him, trying to keep your temper in check. âI know I lied to you before but thatâs no way to talk to another human being.â
He stared at you for a few moments, and once again you got the distinct impression that he could see right through you. It took all of your determination to not break eye contact.
âBecause,â he whispered, leaning in closer. âYou arenât a guest here. So I donât need to be nice to you. Do you understand, Lost Check-in?â
You stood rooted to the spot, goosebumps breaking out all over your body.Â
âS-stop calling me that!â you yelled, long after he had walked off.
Concordia belonged to the Chavalenet family. Madam Eva Chavalenet, the matriarch of the family, was silent, formidable, and barely ever seen by any of the guests or staff at the hotel; Madam Iris Farrow, Evaâs daughter, was intelligent, graceful, and extremely beautiful. She ran the hotel along with her husband, Anthony Farrow, who was the familyâs solicitor. Iris and Anthony had an eight year old son - Ryan - who was an absolute terror, and someone Seokjin did not like having around.Â
Unfortunately, management meetings meant that he would be seated at the antique dining table in the Chavalenetâs residential quarters, trying his best to avoid whatever it was that the young heir would try and lob at him, while the boyâs mother rattled off a long list of things for him to take care of. Seokjin couldnât understand why none of the members of the family attempted to, or even wanted to, keep the child under control.
âSeokjin,â Madam Iris began the meeting, pulling out her expensive looking reading glasses out of her equally expensive looking purse. âThe last few months have not been good for the hotel. We will need to have some layoffs.â
Seokjin kept his expression neutral. This wasnât the first time staff had been laid off over the past year. Whoever was managing the hotelâs accounts was either doing a terrible job, or the expenses had truly outrun the income they generated from the guests. The former was the more likely possibility because people paid a pretty penny to come and stay at Concordia, and as far as he could remember, business had been booming since he had been promoted to manager two years ago.
âWeâve reviewed the staffâs evaluation forms and come to the decision that housekeeping and kitchen staff need to be reduced by 8 overall. Weâll leave it up to you to make the final decisions.â She looked up from the stack of papers in front of her and gave him a small smile. âItâs going to be difficult, so make sure to consult Chef Yuna and get her opinion on the matter as well.â
Management meetings always proceeded like this. Madam Iris gave him orders, Anthony Farrow agreed to every word she said, and Madam Eva remained unyielding in her silence. Previously, the Assistant Manager would also join these meetings - but ever since the position had been terminated, it was always the four of them. And that annoying brat, of course.Â
âBefore I forget,â Anthony said, turning his gaze towards Seokjin. âMake sure the sheets in our room are washed with the new ultra fine formula detergent.â
Seokjinâs jaw ticked in irritation. Anthony Farrow had married above his station, doing everything that his wife and mother-in-law asked him to do. It was only while interacting with the hotel staff that Anthony found his voice and used it with incredible high-handedness.
âDarling, donât bother Seokjin like that.â Madam Iris understood the strategy of appeasement very well. âI will speak to Helen when she comes up to our room tomorrow morning.â
Usually, this was when the meeting would end and everyone would head back to their rooms.Â
Today, however, there was an unusual interruption in the form of-
âIâm so sorry! I got lost on the way to the kitchens!â
Seokjin stared in astonishment as you hastily tried to explain why you had quite literally stumbled into the management meeting. It wasnât that you were doing a bad job of it, per se⊠It was just a very tough crowd.Â
âHow long have you been working here, girl?â snapped Anthony.
âIâm new,â you answered, shortly.
Before Anthony could express his outrage at the tone of your response, Madam Iris stepped forward and surveyed you carefully. âWhatâs your name?â
âY/n.â
Something flickered in her gaze but she masked it quickly. âWell, y/n, this is very disappointing indeed. Usually our staff know how to conduct themselves in front of the guests and the owners. Iâm afraid-â
âLet her be.â
Everyoneâs attention snapped to Madam Eva who had spoken for the first time that night. In fact, Seokjin couldnât remember the last time she had spoken voluntarily in the first place.
âMother?â Madam Iris looked confused.
âThe meeting is over. No need for unnecessary fuss.â Her tone was final and no one dared say anything after that.
Seokjin wasnât sure if you understood the significance of the moment. But before any further damage could be done, you had excused yourself with an apology and left the room.Â
You woke up early the next morning, partly because of another nightmare and partly because you were anxious to get to work on time. Chef Yuna may have taken on a complete stranger the day before, but you were pretty sure her kindness wouldnât extend any further if you messed up.
On your way to the kitchens, you found yourself lost once again. It was the hotelâs fault, really. It was far too large and had one too many winding corridors. How did the guests find their way around without getting hopelessly lost? Was there some sort of map that was given out to them at the time of check-in?Â
A sudden movement from a few feet away caught your eye. It was a shadow - which meant that there was someone moving about in the alcove.Â
Curiosity got the better of you and your feet headed towards the person, wondering who it-
âMr. Kim?!âÂ
There was no mistaking those broad shoulders. Kim Seokjin stumbled slightly, startled by your presence.Â
âI-I can explai-â he stopped abruptly when he realised it was you. âOh, itâs just you.â
You glared at him, offended by his tone. âWhat were you doing just now?â
âI wasnât doing anything,â he shrugged, attempting to leave without divulging any more information.Â
âSo you just skulk around dark alcoves indulging in shady behavior for no particular reason?âÂ
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â It was so easy for him to regain control of the situation with that penetrating gaze and intimidating body language. âBut more importantly, what are you doing in this part of the hotel?â
âI got lost again,â you muttered, looking away in embarrassment.Â
âAnd instead of being thankful that you bumped into someone who could help you find your way back, youâre accusing me of - what was it? Ah, thatâs right, âindulging in shady behaviorâ,â he emphasized the last few words with air quotes.
âAs if you would have helped me!â you retaliated. âI wouldnât be surprised if you sent me off in the complete opposite direction and made sure I never found my way back again!â
âI wouldnât have,â he said, stroking his chin thoughtfully. âBut now that youâve brought it up, Iâm going to do precisely that.â
You gaped after him. What exactly did he have against you?!
âIf you donât take me back to the kitchens,â you said, making him slow down. âIâll tell Madam Eva that you were lurking about in places you have no business being.â
It was a long shot. But something about the atmosphere the previous night had indicated that Madam Evaâs approval was hard to come by. And the entire room had been quite shocked when she had asked for you to be left alone.Â
Seokjin stopped and turned around slowly. Your threat seemed to have done the trick because he didnât look quite as smug as he had a few moments ago. âFast learner, arenât you?â
You held your ground, determined not to be shaken by his intimidation tactics.Â
âFine. Letâs go.â He began walking again, in a different direction this time.
You held back a grin and followed behind him.
âBut if you everâ - he whirled around suddenly, taking you by surprise - âthink of blackmailing me again, things will not end well for you. Understand, Lost Check-in?â
Overall, your second day working at Concordia had not been very eventful. Chef Yuna had been very pleased with how you had prepared the eggs and potatoes for breakfast. She was looking more inclined to keeping you on permanently. Besides that, not much had really happened. You found out more about your coworkers - Kevin, Michelle and Laila. All three of them had been working there for more than two years and seemed likeable enough at first glance.Â
Chef Yuna herself was something of a genius in the kitchen. While she didnât cook often, her instructions were impeccable, and the one dish that she had cooked for dinner had been so incredible that five guests had sent back compliments to the chef. On top of that, her pleasant personality made her a hit with almost everyone.Â
You could see where Seokjin got his charms from. He had a way of drawing people towards him with a combination of beautifully arranged words, intuitive actions, and overall handsome aura.
Although, there was something slightly sinister about the way he operated. You realised that the incident with Mrs. Trent had not been a solitary one. Manager Kim regularly charmed gifts, favours, and cash out of the guests. You had observed him on more than a couple of occasions, just chatting with some guest, and before you knew it there was something small being passed into his hands. And it wasnât just women who gave him things either.Â
âI hope you enjoyed the classical music session in the grand hall last night, Mr. Cowen,â said Seokjin, talking to the elderly gentleman seated near the balcony. âThereâs another one scheduled for the end of next week, if youâre still staying here at that time.â
Mr. Cowen seemed utterly delighted to hear this, and not only extended his stay at the hotel but also pressed a rather thick envelope into his palm. No doubt, this was a regular occurrence because Seokjin was just incredibly smooth at handling everything that people handed to him.Â
You made it a point to avoid him as much as possible. And your little stunt that morning had also ensured that Seokjin left you well alone. All in all, it was an arrangement you were quite happy with.
âY/n, donât forget about tonight!â
You turned towards Laila, confusion lining your expression.Â
âTonight?â
Laila rolled her eyes. âI told you about it yesterday, remember? We have a staff gathering every Friday evening! Itâs basically a small party where we eat, drink, and dance to music on the managerâs boombox! Itâs a lot of fun!â
You scrunched up your nose at the mention of Seokjin. But Laila looked so excited that you figured it was worth going to. Not that you had any other grand plans for the eveningâŠ
âSure! Where does the party usually happen?â
âThereâs a large unused room below the lobby,â explained Laila, eyes sparkling in excitement. âThe Chavalenets donât keep any hotel events there because itâs on a lower level, so we take advantage of that and have a good time there instead!â
âSounds fun! Iâll be there!â
âOh, and donât forget to dress up!â
You stumbled on thin air. âDress up?â
âOf course! Itâs a party, y/n!âÂ
âI donât have any fancy clothesâŠâ you mumbled, scratching the back of your neck.
That did not seem to faze Laila. âWell, itâs a good thing I have tons to spare!â
Later that night, you walked into the forgotten room below, dressed in a knee-length, midnight blue dress courtesy Laila. She had insisted on you wearing a pair of sparkly earrings as well, claiming that you absolutely could not proceed without it because it matched the little sparkles in your dress.Â
You were quite glad that you had followed her advice because everyone else clearly took these small Friday gatherings very seriously. In fact, this party turned out to be the most free-flowing gathering you had encountered since stepping into the hotel. Gone was the stiff, unnatural feeling that usually clung to the atmosphere. Replaced, instead, by normal conversations, comfortable interactions, and a general feeling of warmth and comfort.Â
âY/n, you look beautiful!â Chef Yuna walked over to you with a big smile on her face.Â
âThank you! Though, Iâd say most of the credit goes to Laila for letting me borrow her dress.â
Chef Yuna laughed and pointed you in the direction of the snack table. Your eyes sparkled at the sight of every dish sitting there - shrimp appetizers with a subtle garlic dip, baskets full of freshly baked bread rolls, two large bowls of salad, slices of turkey, chicken, and salami, and a very delectable looking cake with fresh cream and strawberries.
âY/n, where did you learn to cook? Do you have any formal training?â Penny, who worked at the front desk, had only spoken to you in passing before.Â
âOh, the family I lived with owned a cafe,â you said, sipping the punch slowly. It was a little too tart for you. âI used to help out a lot here and there, and eventually got quite interested in cooking. But I donât have any formal training.â
âThatâs odd.â
You raised an eyebrow. âWhat do you mean?â
Penny shrugged her shoulders. âYou donât have any training or experience, but Chef Yuna still hired you. I canât see why.â
âWell, Iâm grateful that she gave me a chance,â you said, a small frown gracing your features. âOtherwise Iâd be unemployed and homeless.â
Penny took this as an indication to leave. You wandered around the room, avoiding people, and mulling over her words. It was a bit odd that you had been hired. Although you had tried to keep yourself from overthinking the reason behind it, now that Penny - a relative outsider - had pointed it out, you felt a little uneasy. Surely, there wasnât a sinister motive involvedâŠ
âShoot! The tapeâs jammed!â
Kevin fumbled with the boombox, trying to open it and take the cassette out. A mass of wriggly black tape shot out after a few moments, startling him enough to make him lose his balance and fall on top of Laila.Â
âMy dress!â Laila yelled, as the punch spilled on her cream colored outfit.Â
âIâm so sorry!â Kevin hastened to get off her, and looked around helplessly.
âLet me take a look at it,â you came over, inspecting the tape and boombox. âI can fix this but Iâm not sure about your dress, Laila.â
Kevin was relieved that the tape emergency was over, but one look at Lailaâs furious expression wiped the relief off his face. Chef Yuna placated Laila with promises of a home remedy for the stain, while you busied yourself working on the boombox.
Yoongiâs obsession with music, and any and all technology related to music, meant that you had seen him fixing countless tangled cassette tapes before. The boombox hadnât eaten any of the tape, thankfully, so you looked around for a pen or pencil with which to wind the tape back into place. There didnât seem to be any in the room, but Michelle told you that there was plenty of stationary in the backroom of the kitchens.Â
While walking up the stairs, you noticed something moving about in the shadows. Was it Seokjin being shady again? Surely notâŠ
âUGH!!!!!â
Alas. It was exactly that.
Well, not exactly. This time around, something had frightened him so much that he had let out an almighty shriek, jumped two feet into the air, and accidentally hurled a large bunch of keys in your direction.Â
You realized it was accidental because a few seconds later, Seokjinâs frantic voice could be heard searching for the keys.
âWhere is it?â he muttered, crawling on all fours.Â
You contemplated giving him back the bunch without any fuss. But the image of his annoyingly handsome face staring at you condescendingly made you reconsider your course of action.
âWhatâre you doing?â you asked, walking up to him slowly.Â
Clearly, the man didnât do well with sudden noises because he let out yet another loud yelp and fell on his backside.Â
âWhatâs wrong with you?!â he demanded. âWhy would you sneak up on someone like that?â
âI was walking by when I saw you being shady again. And for the record,â you added, kneeling down beside him. âIt wouldnât feel like I was sneaking up on you if you werenât sneaking around yourself.â
He frowned at you, and you realised that he was still in his formal work clothes. Although, you could tell that he had been rummaging about for quite a while because his shirt had come untucked and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. You tried not to let the pronounced veins on his arms distract you. The last thing you needed was for his obnoxiously large ego to become even more bloated by realizing that you found him extremely attractive.
But really, you didnât need to worry about him realizing anything. For Kim Seokjin was busily trying to comprehend the fact that you were wearing a relatively short dress and kneeling down next to him. Never before had he contemplated how long and slender your legs were - but now that he had caught more than a glimpse, he couldnât quite get those thoughts to leave him.
âWhat were you doing, anyway?â you asked, realizing that no one had spoken for a significant amount of time. âIâm beginning to think youâre either a sleepwalker or a very clumsy pervert.â
That seemed to snap him out of it. He got up quickly and dusted his pants, glaring at you the entire time.
âNeither. And you need to mind your own business, Lost Check-in.â
It was your turn to frown. âStop calling me that.â
âStop getting in my way,â he retorted.
âTell me what youâre up to.â
âOr else what? Youâll get me into trouble?â he sneered.
You smirked and brought the bunch of keys out from behind your back. âNot at all. Iâll just keep the hotelâs main set of keys to myself and watch you get yourself into trouble.â
âGive that back!â He lunged at you, trying to get the keys back.
You should have thought this through more thoroughly. The initial advantage you had was now gone, and instead, the man before you was able to use his height and ample shoulders to his full advantage and trap you against the wall. You held the keys behind your back, determined to keep them away from him as long as possible.
Now that you were backed up to the wall, Seokjin had to press himself flush against you in order to get closer to the keys. His hands moved wildly, trying to feel for the keys and brushing against your thighs instead.Â
The sudden contact made you jolt upwards, knocking both your heads together and temporarily ceasing the fight.Â
Although, if anyone had seen the two of you, they definitely wouldnât have thought you were in the middle of a fight - the angles and movements were much more like two people feeling each other up very heatedly.
âYouâre such a pain,â Seokjin muttered, rubbing the spot on his forehead you had bumped into. The tips of his fingers were placed very gently against his forehead, but somehow the movement itself was extremely aggressive.
The image was so bizarre that you burst into giggles, doubling over and collapsing onto the floor. He stared at you for a few moments before the corners of his lips started twitching upwards as well. Sighing slowly, he sat down next to you.
âYouâre very strange,â he said, though it lacked the usual crisp annoyance.
âYouâre one to talk. Lurking in shadowy corners on more than one occasion,â you retorted, giving him a pointed look.
He sighed. âIf you must know, Iâm looking for the treasure.â
You quirked an eyebrow. âWhat?â
âGrowing up at the hotel, I had always heard about rumors of a great treasure that was hidden somewhere here. Mind you, no one really knew anything concrete about this treasure. But the rumors were always fantastically exciting.â He paused, leaning his head back against the wall.
âIf youâve known about it for so many years, why are you searching for it now?â you asked.
âBecause I donât think the hotel will be running much longer.â
You raised your eyebrows in surprise. âWhy not?â
âFinancial problems. I wonât bore you with the details, but itâs not been looking good for the past year.â A sad smile graced his features. âThis hotel is my home, and it feels weird to think about a time where it wonât be a part of my life anymore. But I have to plan for the future, look ahead and make sure thereâs a plan b in case the worst comes to.â
You remained silent. How were you supposed to respond to this?
âAnyway,â he continued. âCan I have the keys back?â
You looked at him, surveying his features closely. Once you moved beyond how handsome he was, you could see the determination in his eyes as well. This man was a survivor - just like you. Thatâs why you decided on your next course of action.
âIâll help you.â
He blinked a few times. âHuh?â
âIâll help you,â you repeated, handing the bunch of keys to him. âIâll help you look for the treasure.â
It had been a week since you had started working at the hotel. Chef Yuna was satisfied with your work and hired you on a six-month contract.
âThat way,â she said, while passing the contract to you. âYou are free to leave the hotel if you find somewhere else you want to join. If not, we can just draw up another contract for you to continue.â
You smiled at her. She really was a very kind and compassionate person, who always looked out for the people around her. Unlike her sonâŠÂ
Although maybe Kim Seokjin wasnât as bad as you had originally thought he was.
âLost Check-in! Donât you look lovely today!â
Correction: he was just as bad as you had thought.
âCan you not breathe down my neck, Manager?â you said, through gritted teeth. He was currently standing right behind you, staring at the soup from over your shoulder. The close proximity meant that you could feel his breath on your neck - which was extremely unsettling.
He backed away a little and stared at you with mischief dancing in his eyes. You frowned and crossed your arms across your chest, anticipating some kind of sabotage. And sure enough, he suddenly leaned forward, brushing his lips against your ear.
âDo you know where the gummy bears are?â He pulled away slightly, tilting his head and gazing at you inquiringly.
âThe gummy bearsâŠ?â you repeated, slightly dazed by the sensation of his lips on your ear.
He grinned and flicked your forehead softly. âIâll just ask Laila.â
Apparently, Seokjin had a slight gummy bear addiction. Chef Yuna had banned any sort of gummies from the kitchen for that exact reason. Somehow, Seokjin managed to overcome that obstacle as well - he would ask the grocer to smuggle in his favorite rose colored gummy bears, even going as far as saying some guests had requested it but wanted it kept a secret.Â
Laila, who you thought had a pretty obvious crush on Seokjin, was chosen as the gummy guardian in the kitchen, and occasionally, Kevin also helped hide the stash when things got too chaotic. It was only Michelle who would possibly disapprove, and therefore, was kept completely in the dark.Â
âWhat was the manager talking to you about earlier, y/n?â Michelle came over to you after tea had been prepared for the guests.Â
âOh, uh-â you saw Laila desperately shaking her head from behind the counter. âNothing in particular. He was just being tiresome.â
Michele frowned but nodded her head. âOkay. Just donât fall for what he says, okay? Do your job properly and listen to Chefâs instructions. Everything will be fine that way.â
You nodded your head. What a curious thing to say⊠You wondered what had brought about this response from Michelle. Everyone in the hotel seemed to be very fairly fond of, if not incredibly smitten with, Seokjin. This was the first time you were witnessing such an explicitly negative response towards him. Even Madam Iris and her husband maintained a level of aloofness associated with the upper class.Â
âWhy does Michelle hate you?â You were standing next to Seokjin as he tried to jimmy the lock on a random cupboard in some random room. You still hadnât been able to figure out what his process for finding the treasure was - it just seemed like a bunch of inaccurate guesses. But at least he had finally relented to your persistent nagging and asked you to join him on his next escapade.
âWhy do you think she hates me?â he asked, frowning as the lock wouldnât budge. When you didnât respond, he turned towards you and chuckled at the skeptical expression on your face. âOkay yes, she isnât particularly fond of me.â
âI figured that much out myself, funnily enough. What Iâm asking is why?â
He hesitated a little, as if trying to find the right way to explain the situation. âMichelle and I were - uhm - we had a brief dalliance a couple of years ago. In fact, it was right after she had started working here. Things didnât end wellâŠâ
You pressed your lips together, desperately trying to keep a straight face. It didnât help that the tips of Seokjinâs ears had started to turn red as he finished recounting his story.
âYou played her, didnât you?âÂ
âNo way! I would never-â he stopped, realising that you would not fall for his stories. âYeah well, itâs not like I promised to marry her or something! We just kissed a few times and she helped get a couple of persistent guests off my back.â
âYeah, you played her.â
He sighed, pushing past you on his way out of the room. âWhatever.â
It was incredibly amusing to see him annoyed and flustered like this. You made it a point to find out a few other things that would possibly elicit the same reaction from him. Maybe there was a particularly scandalous gummy bear story you could wedge out of Laila.Â
Just as you both rounded the corner, something small and fidgety dashed into you, successfully knocking you off your feet.Â
âHey! What the hell?â
The bane of every hotel staffâs existence, the reason why a large crate of tomatoes had rolled down the main flight of stairs, the culprit behind the large pudding stain on the special ivory tablecloths, the spoilt young heir of the hotel - Ryan Farrow sat on the floor opposite you, seemingly delighted about the fact that he had managed to topple a new victim.
âWatch where youâre going, kid,â you said, trying to keep your temper in check. You had heard dozens of stories about the terrors unleashed upon your coworkers by this child, and even though this was your first direct interaction with him, you were already extremely annoyed.
âYou watch where youâre going, old lady!â he yelled, scrambling to his feet and sticking his tongue out.Â
âI am not an old lady!â you yelled, chasing after him as he began running off in the direction he had come from. âHey! Get back here! You should say sor-â
The sight of a very displeased Madam Iris stopped you in your tracks. Ryan grinned at you from behind his mother, made a series of unfortunate gestures, and ran off before you could chase after him.
âY/n,â Madam Iris spoke with a calmness not reflected in her eyes. âIâm not sure I understand what you were doing just now.â
You stood still, knowing that she had more to say, more excessively long sentences to use, more haughty expressions to display.Â
âI canât imagine that youâd be chasing my son around the hotel,â she continued, raising a thin eyebrow. âYelling at him to apologize to you. What exactly would my son need to apologize to you for?â
âI wasnât yelling at him,â you replied, stiffly. âHe was too far away so I had to speak loudly. Also, he was running through the corridors very fast and couldâve hurt himself along with someone else. I was ju-â
âHow dare you?â she frowned at you. âHow dare you think you have any right to tell my son what he can and cannot do? This is basically his hotel. You work for him as much as you do for me and my mother.â
You bit your lip harshly to stop yourself from saying something that would land you in further trouble.Â
âIf I ever see you treating my son like that ever again,â she looked you up and down with a disdainful expression. âI will have you sacked immediately. Understood?â
You didnât trust yourself to say anything more. Madam Iris gave you one final look of disapproval and walked off.Â
âThat was quite something.âÂ
You groaned and buried your face in your hands. âI donât feel like listening to your bullshit right now, Seokjin.â
After getting no response, you removed your hands from your face, only to be greeted by a large hand full of rose gummy bears. Seokjin stood in front of you, wiggling his eyebrows and nose, trying to indicate that you should take some of the gummy bears from his hand.
He looked cute.Â
âIs there something wrong with these gummy bears?â you asked, once you had recovered from his oddly endearing actions.Â
He frowned, a soft pout forming. âIâm appalled. Whatever differences we may have, Lost Check-in, I would never put my precious gummy bears in danger.â
You remained unconvinced, so he picked up a single gummy bear between his thumb and index finger, and popped it into his mouth. After a couple of chews, he thrust the gummy bears towards you, gently bobbing his head up and down to signal to you that it was safe to try some.
You rolled your eyes and picked up a couple of them. Seokjin was watching you intently, trying to gauge your reaction to his favorite treat.Â
Your first instinct was to say that you hated it - it would be so much fun to watch his disappointment. But his large brown eyes were filled with a clear emotion - anticipation - the kind you feel when introducing your best friend to something you love. At least, thatâs what youâd imagine the feeling would be, because you never really had a best friend before.Â
âI like it.â It was a simple statement but somehow, it managed to earn a full-blown smile from him.
âExcellent! I knew youâd like it!â
Your face felt hot as he grabbed your hand and shoved the rest of the gummy bears into it.
âOh, and I got this for you.â He reached into the inside of his suit jacket and pulled out a battered looking document. âItâs a map of the hotel - itâs quite old but Iâve scribbled down any new additions or structures that may have been added more recently.â
âWhereâd you get this?â you asked, trying to avoid the more pressing question of why he was going out of his way to give this to you.
âMadam Eva gave it to me,â he replied, simply.Â
âMadam Eva? Why would she give you a map of the hotel? Didnât you grow up here? Why would you need it anyway?â The questions poured out before you could really check yourself.
âOh hush, Lost Check-in,â he tutted, shaking his head. âI got it from her to give to you. So you wouldnât keep losing yourself in dark corridors. I wouldnât want you to bump into someone else like you did with me.â
âHuh?â was your very intelligent response.
Corridors. So many corridors. None of them leading anywhere. Just an endless path. No destination in sight. No doors on any sides. No rooms. Not a single person around. You were all alone. A single object far away. Too far away. The corridor doesnât end. A figure in black. Growing larger. It was coming for you-
âIt was a nightmare⊠thank god...â You woke up in a cold sweat, breathing harshly as you struggled to gather your surroundings.Â
You were in your room, the gentle sounds of Michelleâs snores calming you down while you got up to get a drink of water. It didnât seem like you would be able to get to sleep anytime soon so you decided to study the map Seokjin had given you.Â
It was no wonder you kept getting lost in the hotel - it was massive and there were a number of rooms within rooms whose existence you wouldnât be aware of unless you specifically knew where to find them.Â
Your eyes wandered over to the top left corner of the map. That particular section of the map was much more faded than the rest of it, making it hard to decipher exactly what was there.
âSeokjin!â You burst into his room just as the clock struck 6 in the morning. âI think I know where we should be searching next! Th-â
You nearly collided with the table in the centre of the room as you realised exactly what you had stumbled upon.Â
Seokjin doing his morning stretches. Seokjin, with bed hair and rosy cheeks, doing morning stretches. Seokjin, wearing a peach colored t-shirt and tiny pink shorts, with bed hair and rosy cheeks, doing morning stretches. Seokjin, whose ears were now a bright red, wearing a peach colored t-shirt and tiny pink shorts, with bed hair and rosy cheeks, doing morning stretches.
âY/n?â he asked, looking very confused.
âThigh- I mean, hi!â You looked away from the lower half of his body, donned in the most ridiculously tiny pair of tennis shorts you had ever laid eyes on. âI have an idea.â
âOkay? Is it related to knocking before you burst into someoneâs room at the crack of dawn?â he replied, grinning cheekily.
âShut up!â you scoffed, turning away from him. You didnât need him to see how affected you were.
âOkay, just gimme a minute.â
Soon, he was back, appropriately dressed and smelling like strawberries. Of course he smelled like strawberriesâŠ
âSo what was your great idea?â he asked, sitting down on the floor.
âI was looking through the map of the hotel,â you said, opening it up. âAnd this place right here on the top left corner of the map - I think this place would be worth a shot.â
âNo.â
âNo? Why not?!â You were slightly annoyed at how quickly he dismissed your suggestion.
âBecause,â he said, pulling the map closer to himself. âThis is where the Chavalenet suites are located.â
âOhâŠâ You frowned at the map. âBut that means thereâs a greater chance of finding the treasure over there! Have you looked there before?â
âNo, because only select staff are allowed there during fixed hours. Madam Iris insists on it.â
You crossed your arms over your chest. âI think we should check it out. Come on, weâll be very careful! Theyâll never know we were there!â
The earnest look in your eyes seemed to make Seokjin waver. He stared at you for a few moments before shaking his head resignedly.Â
âWhatâs the worst that could happen⊠Ah, fine. Letâs plan on exploring that section of the hotel while dinner is being served. I know that Anthony requested a special performance by that famous childrenâs magician, so they should be occupied for much longer than usual.â
You grinned, collecting the map and getting ready to leave the room. âIâll meet you outside the kitchens at 7!â
It was exactly twenty past 7 when you rushed out of the kitchen, nearly colliding with Seokjin in the process. He tapped his watch a few times, wiggling his eyebrows teasingly. Â
âI hate that woman!â you huffed angrily, slipping into your jacket. âShe actually requested that I peel all the potatoes for tonightâs dinner. Do you know how many potatoes were served tonight? 200!â
âYou peeled 200 potatoes by yourself?â Seokjin raised his eyebrows in alarm.Â
âNo,â you sighed. âChef Yuna got Laila to help me out but Madam Iris kept popping in every few minutes so she had to go back to doing something else. Mind you, I might not have finished at all tonight if she hadnât helped me. But it still took an insane amount of time.â
The two of you walked towards the Chavalenetsâ section of the hotel. It was located at the back of the building, effectively cut off from the usually busy portions of the hotel.Â
âWhy is this family so weird?â you complained, picking at a thread on your jacket. âOne doesnât speak, one is an evil tyrant, one is a spineless asshole, and donât even get me started on the kid!â
Seokjin chuckled softly. âThey werenât always so weird. Especially not Madam Eva.â
âReally? I donât believe it. She just sits there and watches her daughter do whatever she wants.â
âNo, itâs true. She was a very powerful woman - used to command the attention of everyone in the room. Everyone respected her and she really cared about everyone in the hotel - staff and guests included. In fact, she was the one who introduced special events for guests during the evenings. She also had part of the hotel renovated so that there were more staff quarters.â
âSo what happened?â
âA couple of things. About 15 years ago, Madam Evaâs husband passed away quite suddenly. Everyone was pretty shocked, but in hindsight it shouldnât have been such a surprise. He liked to live it up - smoked like a chimney, drank like a fish, and ate everything the doctors specifically asked him to avoid. Anyway, around the time of his death, rumors about the treasure started circulating. There was speculation that he had left something behind but hadnât told the rest of the family. Overall, his death created a lot of upheaval in terms of property and inheritance issues.â
Seokjin paused, pinching the bridge of his nose tiredly.
âIt was about two years after that that Madam Evaâs son and his family died in a car crash. Adrian, his wife Sophie, and their little girl - who funnily enough had the same name as you.â
âReally?!â you asked, eyes widening in surprise. That would explain why Chef Yuna and the Chavalenets had reacted so strangely when they had heard your name.
âYeah,â he said, turning towards you with a sad smile. âI still remember that day clearly. I donât think Iâve ever seen Madam Eva as devastated as she had been that day. The police barely managed to stop her from going to the crash site. I canât imagine what wouldâve happened if she had managed to get there - apparently, the explosion was so bad that only a few body parts were recovered.â
âWowâŠâ You didnât know what to say. The story sounded horrible on its own - what must it have been to actually have to live through it?
âAnyway, here we areâ -Seokjin pointed at a couple of large doors next to each other - âthatâs Madam Irisâ study and her and Anthonyâs bedroom next to it. On the other end of the corridor is Madam Evaâs room and an empty ballroom where they sometimes hold meetings.â
âOkay, letâs start with the study.â
Madam Irisâ study was a very well organized room. There was no way you could rummage through it without moving something out of place. Seokjin suggested that each item should be returned to its place as soon as it was inspected, making sure that nothing was left to be put back at the end. It seemed like a pretty efficient system, but unfortunately, there appeared to be nothing useful that could point you towards the treasure.
âI knew it!â Seokjin stood up and waved a large paper notebook frantically. âI knew she was tampering with the books! Thereâs no way the hotel could be doing as badly as she claimed!â
You frowned and took a quick glance at the notebook. Not being familiar with any of the accounts, you looked at Seokjin for some help. He began explaining every single mistake with a feverish excitement, his words coming out faster as he got more excited.Â
Suddenly, you heard a noise from outside the room.Â
There was no need to check who it was - in whatever scenario, you and Seokjin could not be caught rifling through the papers in Madam Irisâ room.Â
âSeokjin!â you whispered frantically. âShut up! Thereâs someone coming!â
He wasnât paying any attention to you, excitedly rattling off different things from the notebook. The voices were getting closer and in a last desperate attempt, you pulled him behind the large red curtains and smashed your lips to his.
That seemed to shut him up for a moment. But as he realized that your lips were on his, he attempted to pull away. There was no way you could risk letting Seokjin talk right now. So you moved your lips over his, kissing him fast and hard, while your fingers frantically tapped a pattern onto his left arm. Hopefully he would notice the pressure on his arm and understand that you were trying to tell him something - that you were trying to tell him to shut up for a few minutes.
Thankfully, he stopped struggling after a few taps on his arm, focusing on kissing you instead.Â
You nearly missed out on the conversation happening at the other end of the room because Seokjinâs lips were just so damn powerful.
âIris,â you recognized Madam Evaâs voice, low and stern. âIâm running out of patience. When is that lawyer husband of yours going to be done with the new staff contracts?â
âMother, please, have patience. Anthony canât just rush through such an important task. We need to everything is absolutely perfect before handing it over to you.â
âYou have until the end of the month,â Madam Eva said, her voice ringing with finality.Â
The door slammed shut and the sound of the two pairs of footsteps slowly receded into silence.
It took you a few seconds to realise that the coast was clear. Pulling away from him hastily, you took in the sight of his bruised lips and dazed expression. Pushing aside the delighted feeling blooming in the pit of your stomach, you brought his attention to the conversation you both had just overheard.Â
âSorry about that - I had to find some way to shut you up quickly! But more importantly, we need to find those contracts! Did you hear what they were saying? Iâm sure Iris is planning something sinister!â
Seokjin had not, in fact, heard anything that had been said. His brain had started glitching as soon as your lips had descended on his. But it was only when you started tapping his hand, did his world come crashing around him.Â
âY/n! We arenât supposed to be here! Iâll get into trouble if they find me here!âÂ
9 year old Seokjin had quite a few reservations about raiding the special chocolate cabinet that was kept locked and stored inside the grand ballroom.Â
âShh!â you whispered, pouting at him. âIf you keep screaming like that, theyâll definitely find us!â
âWhat?!â Panic seized his entire body, the words spilling out of his mouth before he could think about them. âI knew it! This is a disaster! Iâm going to be in so much trouble! Mum is gonna-â
The feeling of something soft on his cheeks made him halt his word vomit. Your lips, to be precise.Â
Before he could overreact to this as well, you began tapping his forearm rhythmically. The movement snapped him out of shock, alerting him to the fact that two of the hotel staff were currently taking away the old centre pieces on the tables.Â
He pulled away from you slowly, nodding his head to let you know that he would be quiet until they left.
It was a good 15 minutes later that the coast was finally clear. However, Seokjinâs ears were still red and his cheeks felt like they were on fire.
âSorry, Jin,â you apologized, grinning at him mischievously. âI had to shut you up quickly!â
It came back to him in a rush. A pile of memories, falling from the sky and burying him under the emotions he had kept locked up for more than a decade.
He couldnât believe that this was happening. Madam Evaâs beloved granddaughter was still alive. You were still alive. You were Madam Evaâs granddaughter.
âI canât believe I kissed him like that!â
You were currently having a mini meltdown inside your room. Thankfully, Michelle was still working so you had the whole place to yourself to rant about your ridiculous choice of actions.
âI couldâve just covered his mouth with my hand!â You buried your face in your hands. âBut NO! I had to use my mouth to cover his mouth! What was I thinking? No! What is he thinking?! Fuck!â
This was getting too much. Your face felt unbelievably hot, and you couldnât make sense of your own actions. It wasnât as if you hadnât kissed a guy before - in fact, those sloppy kisses you had shared with Yoongiâs best friend, Hoseok, had been quite enjoyable. But that was after Hoseok had said that he liked you - you hadnât just jumped him out of nowhere!
âIâm such an idiot!â you groaned.Â
There was no point screaming to yourself inside the room. Perhaps a walk around the hotel would help you calm down. Youâd probably get lost again and it would take hours for you to find your way back. The perfect distraction!
The walk was beginning to do the trick - you were so busy examining the different paintings and statues lining the corridors that you ended up at some random part of the hotel, too immersed in what you had found to overthink the kiss.
âA piano?â You walked into the small room, marveling at the beautiful ivory piano situated in a corner.Â
âIt looks like no oneâs used this in years,â you muttered to yourself, opening the keylid and lightly running your fingers over the keys. âShame⊠it looks so magnificent.â
An idea popped up in your head. When the Mins had found you 12 years ago, the only object in your possession had been a roughly folded set of sheet music. Yoongi had saved up enough money to buy a second hand piano - but there hadnât been enough keys on it to play the last page of the sheet music.Â
But this grand piano would do nicely.Â
Sneaking a peak around the room, you made sure that no one else was there. The last thing you needed was for Madam Iris or anyone from her family to catch you here.Â
âOkay, letâs try this.â
The first note sounded rich, and the tone was definitely of more superior quality than the one you had practiced on with Yoongi. As you continued playing the piece, your thoughts wandered over to the Mins. A wave of homesickness hit you suddenly and images of the cafe sailed through your mind - you wondered how they were doing. Was the cafe managing a little better now? Maybe youâd use one of the hotelâs telephones to call Yoongi and see how they were doingâŠ
âHuh?â You stopped playing, confused by the sound coming from the key you had just played.Â
You were now on the last page of the sheet music - your right hand on the highest scale available. The e flat key did not sound right, and you checked the sheet music to make sure you were playing the right one.Â
âNo⊠this seems right. Why does it sound off?â you wondered, pressing the key a little harder this time.
All of a sudden, there was a loud creak and one of the wooden panels behind you sprung open. You nearly fell off the piano stool in shock, just barely managing to hold on as you waited for someone to jump out from the shadows and attack you.
Thankfully, no one did. But the panel remained open, subtly inviting you inside.
âWhatâs the harm in checking it out?â you reasoned with yourself. âNo oneâs going to find out.â
And so, you stepped through the opening, walking into a very large room filled with trunks of different sizes, a few large cabinets, and dozens of pictures set up all over. It almost resembled some kind of store room. Upon closer inspection, you realized that all the pictures were of the same people - a young man with a soft smile, a very beautiful woman standing next to him, and a little girl who never seemed to be facing the camera when the picture was taken.
They looked so familiar. Like something out of a dream. A dream that you were struggling to grasp at as it slipped away into your subconscious.Â
With every picture you examined, the ache inside your chest grew. Soon, there were tears falling from your eyes as an overwhelming rush of memories hit you like a ton of bricks. Your father showing you the different keys on the piano while your mother fussed about not having enough time to teach you how to write. Your grandmother talking you on walks through the property, telling you stories about how there used to be deer and rabbits before most of the greenery was cleared away. Your family showering you with so much love while you raced about the hotel making new friends, playing hide and seek, and dragging your best friend along with you.
âIt canât beâŠâ you wiped away your tears furiously. âHow can this be trueâŠâ
You sat down on one of the trunks, burying your face in your hands. Your head hurt. Your chest hurt. Everything hurt. You wanted to cry. You also wanted to punch your way through the hard stone walls.Â
You felt⊠lost.
âAre you sure?â Anthony asked his wife, the fear very apparent in his voice.
Madam Iris snapped at him. âOf course Iâm sure! Would I be joking about something like this?â
Anthony gulped and looked down at his hands. âSo Adrian and Sophieâs kid is still alive⊠what if they are too?!â
âNo, theyâre not,â she replied, shaking her head definitely. âI saw their bodies in the crash. It was just that pesky kid I couldnât findâŠâ
âYou donât think sheâs back for revenge, do you?âÂ
âIâm pretty sure she has no idea about her true identity,â Madam Iris contemplated. âBut itâs better to not take any chances - we should get rid of her quickly. Before someone else realizes who she is.â
Anthony stared at his wife doubtfully. âDoesnât that seem a little extreme? I mean⊠sheâll probably never figure it out if she hasnât already.â
âMy darling,â Madam Iris sat beside him and took his hand in hers. âHow many times have I told you not to use that little brain of yours? Itâs landed us in a fix quite a few times already. So please, leave the planning to me. And just do as I say.â
âYou arenât joking, right?â
Seokjin sighed and shook his head. He had been trying to explain everything to his mother for the past half an hour - but every few minutes, she would give him a skeptical look and ask if he was playing some kind of elaborate prank.
âWhy would I joke about something like this?â
Chef Yuna rubbed her forehead tiredly. âIt did catch me by surprise when she said her name was ây/nâ. My mind immediately thought of the little girl running around the hotel, stealing everyoneâs hearts.â
Seokjin smiled softly, recalling all the memories he had of you when you were both children.Â
âIncluding yours, if I remember correctly,â his mother teased him.
Seokjinâs ears turned red and he cleared his throat loudly. âI donât know how to tell her⊠that sheâs part of the Chavalenet family. Probably even the next heir if we consider the inheritance laws.â
Chef Yuna nodded her head. âThe oldest child of the oldest child will inherit the property.â
She looked at her son who was busily examining the skin around his fingernails - a habit he had picked up around the time of his promotion. It signaled a great amount of anxiety inside him.Â
âMaybe you should talk to Madam Eva about this,â she said, gently. âItâs probably the best course of action right now.â
Seokjin nodded his head. Somewhere in his mind, he knew that Madam Eva would have to be told about this revelation. It was the next logical step - she would be the best person to tell you the truth.
But his heart felt heavy. On one hand, he was incredibly glad that you were still alive - his childhood friend, the only person he ever remembered being really close to. On the other hand, this meant that both of you belonged in separate worlds - worlds which were leagues apart, worlds which didnât have any place for each other.
A part of him, selfishly, wanted to keep the truth to himself, and be able to stay by your side for a bit longer. Over the past couple of days, he had come to the startling revelation that he had feelings for you - and the thought of never being able to act on those feelings made his heart clench painfully.Â
He wanted to kiss you again - properly, this time. But now, even if you somehow managed to return his feelings, there was no way the two of you would ever work out.
Life was quite unfair sometimes.
Madam Eva had tears in her eyes as she hugged you tightly to her chest. Soft sobs wracked her entire person, and you patted her back awkwardly.
âMy sweet child,â she managed to say between sobs. âMy sweet y/n. I canât believe that youâre here in front of me! That youâre alive! I missed you so much!â
Truth be told, you were very overwhelmed by everything that had been going on the past couple of days. You had even briefly contemplated running away and going back to the Mins.Â
But then Seokjin had told Madam Eva the truth - the truth you had no idea he was aware of.
And that had stung.
âHow long have you known?â you asked him, once things had quietened down a little.Â
âTwo days,â he replied. His eyes looked sad and that annoyed you even more. Why was he sad?! He was the one who had figured out your identity and then revealed it to your family without once thinking of telling you anything! If anyone should be sad, it should be you.
âWhy didnât you tell me?â Your tone was clipped as you tried your best to control the anger underneath.
âHuh?âÂ
You uncrossed your arms from over your chest. âIf you knew, why didnât you tell me? I shouldâve been the first to know! Iâm the one it affects most! How could you not tell me?!â
Seokjin recoiled a little. âI- uh- wasnât completely sure. I didnât want to confuse you.â
You let out a mirthless laugh. âHow considerate! You didnât want to confuse me? Well how do you think I feel now?! I was ambushed by a family and a past that I wasnât prepared to confront! I was barely able to wrap my head around the memories that suddenly assaulted me when the whole hotel came crashing down on me in tears and embraces! HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL, SEOKJIN?!â
You were yelling now as tears streamed down your face. Seokjin attempted to reach out to you but you brushed his hand aside roughly.
âDonât touch me.â The words felt like they were choking inside your throat. âAnd donât talk to me. Ever.â
You didnât have much time to yourself as the hotel began preparing celebrations in honor of your return. The first item on the agenda was a bonfire organized by your grandmother. Everyone was very excited about it because it had been years since she had actively taken part in any hotel event.Â
âFeels like the good old days!â Chef Yuna said, barely able to contain the excitement in her voice. âYou lot have never been to an event organized by Madam Eva - theyâre really a once in a lifetime kind of experience!â
It was just around dusk that everyone gathered around a large bonfire, prepared for an evening of song, dance, and wonderful food. The guests along with the hotel staff were extremely excited about the bonfire, but there were three faces that looked like they would rather be anywhere else but here.
The first was Madam Iris, whose hazel eyes burned with a cold anger as she watched everyone fuss over you. The second was her husband, Anthony Farrow, who looked pale and kept glancing at his wife nervously. And the third was you, who felt like you deserved none of this and couldnât reconcile whatever was going on with what you had known for so many years.
âIt has been many years since my heart felt any kind of joy,â Madam Eva began, looking around with a bright smile. âAs many of you know, I lost my husband 15 years ago, and shortly afterwards, my son and daughter-in-law were killed in a car crash. All these years, I thought that I had lost my darling granddaughter as well - but somehow, the heavens have granted me a miracle. Itâs been so many years since I last saw you, my dear y/n, and I cannot express how happy I am to see you again.â
Everyone clapped and cheered as she gave you another hug. Maybe you didnât deserve it, but it felt nice to be showered with so much love and affection. You just wished you could remember something more - you had absolutely no memory of the car accident that had killed your parents even though many other little details about your past were very clear.Â
ïżœïżœPlease, everyone help yourselves to the food and drinks prepared by our talented Chef Yuna and her incredible team!â
Halfway through the event, everyone had scattered to different parts of the grounds. Besides the main bonfire, a number of small heating devices had been set up so that people could stay warm outdoors.Â
You had just finished a small plate filled with dishes Chef Yuna had made. They were all incredible but everything felt like sandpaper in your mouth. You wondered when it would be okay for you to go back inside without it looking too impolite.Â
Trudging back to the bonfire, you noticed that only Madam Iris was sitting there. You were in no mood to interact with her - she hadnât been subtle about expressing her dislike towards you even after finding out who you really were.
Just before you could turn back, she stood up and walked over to pick up something that had fallen on the ground. She was wearing a billowy black cloak over her expensive clothes and the bonfire behind her illuminated her silhouette likeâŠ
The air is full of smoke. You cough and sit up, looking around for your parents.
âMum! Dad!â you yell, coughing furiously. âWh-where are you?!â
The smoke is getting in your eyes and you rub at them to try and clear your vision. You try and get up but the shooting pain in your left leg stops you. Thereâs a huge gash below your knee, red and brown as the dirt on the road mixes with your blood.Â
âMum! Dad!â you scream again, hoping that they might finally hear you. âHelp me, please!â
Suddenly, a huge explosion rocks the area, sending you flying into the nearest obstacle.Â
Your back hurts as you try and sit up again, trying to see where the explosion came from. Your eyes catch sight of a brilliant orange light, roaring against the night sky.Â
A fire.Â
And in front of the fire, stands a figure in a black cloak, looking so frightening that you start crying in fear.
âHELP!â you yell, struggling to get to your feet.Â
The figure is getting closer and something inside you knows that you need to get away from it.
âHELP ME! PLEASE!â You have somehow managed to stand up, but fear keeps you paralyzed in place.
A sudden gust of wind blows through the night, shifting the direction of the embers, and you catch a glimpse of their face.
Suddenly, the ground beneath you wobbles and you find yourself hurtling down the side of the road. You try desperately to grab onto something but your momentum is too strong. You finally come to a stop after crashing into a tree, the last of your consciousness slipping away as the face comes back to haunt you.
It is your aunt, Iris.
âIt was you!â you screamed, as the memories came back - the car crash, the chase that led to the crash, your parentsâ frantic voices, your mother pushing you out of the car before it crashed. âYou were there that night! You were chasing our car that night! Youâre the one who watched us crash and didnât do anything about it! You killed my parents!â
Madam Iris glared at you with unbridled hatred. âShut up! Just SHUT UP! You ruined everything, you stupid little bitch! I was this close to getting everything!â
A fight ensued as Iris attacked you with all her might. At one point, Anthony joined in as well, and you were worried that you would be outnumbered. But somehow, Seokjin managed to find you and subdued Anthony quickly. After that, it didnât take long for you to get the better of Iris - a few punches and she was down.Â
âWhy are you doing this?â you asked her, panting for breath.Â
She sat down by the tree, exhausted, but spitting venom from her eyes. âFuck you.â
It turned out that Iris didnât need to say anything. As soon as your grandmother had looked at Anthony sternly, the frightened man had opened his mouth and spilled each and every one of his wifeâs secrets. It was quite a sad story overall.Â
On that fateful night, 12 years ago, your father had found the âtreasureâ. Both he and Iris had been looking for it for days, believing that it was either a lot of priceless jewels or some very important property papers. After your father had found it, he had tried his best to keep it hidden, but Iris had found out about it anyway. A huge argument had taken place, following which your father had decided to run away with you and your mother. You had all snuck out in the middle of the night, driving off in a car with some of your belongings. Iris had given chase and watched as the car had crashed and then burst into flames. She had also believed that you had rolled down the edge of the road to your death.Â
Over the past 12 years, she had tried to find out where your father had hidden the treasure, but did not succeed. In fact, it was you who had stumbled across it the night that you had found the hidden room behind the wooden panel.Â
Alas! The treasure was not so much a treasure as a horrific surprise. Your grandfather had apparently sold off the hotel a few days before his death - and hidden the fact from everyone, including his wife and children. However, he had hidden the legal papers so that neither the new owners nor his family would ever be able to prove the fact. It was one last ridiculous game he had played before succumbing to all his vices.Â
Irisâ grand plans of selling the hotel citing financial losses - which she had orchestrated herself - had also been foiled by the discovery of those papers. She and Anthony had been taken into police custody for further questioning.Â
Your grandmother had taken the news of the sale relatively well. She had immediately packed her bags and left to visit the new owners, hoping to garner some goodwill in the process.
All of this had happened in a matter of a few hours, and you had completely forgotten about the injuries you had sustained from fighting your aunt. So, that was why you were currently sitting in the room behind the front desk, trying not to fidget as Seokjin tended to your wounds.
âThat was⊠an interesting series of events,â he said, trying to ease the tension in the air. âI never really liked that woman but I definitely didnât think she was that crazy.â
You remained silent. Seokjin continued to clean the cuts and scrapes carefully. Once again, you noticed how he gently held the cotton swab but then shook it vigorously to get the excess antiseptic off. It was strangely endearing, and made you want to laugh and cry at the same time.
âJin?â you used your nickname for him.Â
He looked up from the cut on your knee, eyes wide in surprise.Â
âDo you have any rose gummy bears?â
He blinked a few times before smiling and nodding his head. Quickly finishing up with the rest of injuries, he asked you to wait while he raided the secret stash.Â
âHere.â He handed you a small bag full of his favorite gummy bears and sat down next to you.
You gave him a small smile and took out a couple of gummy bears, swiftly popping them into your mouth. Seokjin said nothing, waiting patiently for you to finish eating as many as you wanted.
âCan I tell you something?â you asked, after a while.
âOf course.â
âI really want to kiss you right now.â
Seokjinâs ears turned red as he stared at the wall in front of him. His side profile was so gorgeous, soft lines defining his strong features.Â
âCan I?â you asked, making him turn towards you. âNot to distract you. Not to prevent people from finding us. Nothing like that. Justâ - you tilted your head to one side - âbecause I want to.â
He nodded his head slowly, giving you the permission you hadnât asked for the last time.Â
You drew him closer and softly kissed his lips. After a few seconds, he responded as well, cupping your cheek with his hand, and returning your kisses with enthusiasm.
âWhy do you want to?â he asked, in between kisses. âWhy do you want to kiss me?â
You pulled away and frowned at him. âYouâre an ass. Why do you think I want to?â
He grinned, kissing you behind each ear and starting a slow path down your neck. âIndulge me.â
âItâs because- ugh!â you gasped as he nipped at the sensitive spot near your collarbone. âBecause - because -â
He stopped his assault on your neck, eyes twinkling playfully. âBecause?â
âTwo can play at this game,â you muttered, incredibly embarrassed and equally turned on. You moved over to sit on his lap, grinding against him while leaving open mouthed kisses along his neck. Once his entire neck was sufficiently covered with light nips, you moved back to his lips, kissing him deep and hard.
âY/n,â he gasped into your mouth. âIâm going to explode.â
âAre you now?â you whispered, swiping your tongue into his mouth and feeling your insides curl with pleasure. âGood.â
âIâm serious,â he managed to say between some very loud moans. âIâll ruin my pants if we keep going like this.â
âFine,â you said, hopping off and making quick work of his belt buckle. âTake it off then.â
âW-what?â he choked, unable to believe what he had just heard.
âTake off your pants.â You raised an eyebrow and looked him up and down carefully. âDo you know how many times I've thought about seeing that cock of yours after walking in on you doing morning stretches? Why the hell would you wear such tiny tennis shorts anyway?"
If possible, Seokjin's ears turned even more red. "A-are you sure? We don't need to rush or anything."
"Yeah, we don't. But I want to. So," you said, rubbing your palms along his legs. "Take off your pants."
Seokjin grinned, the cheeky glint back in his eyes. "If you insist. But I'm not going to be the only one losing their pants."
"With pleasure," you replied.
The pants were off and soon, the two of you were back to kissing each other like there was no tomorrow. His tongue ravaged your mouth while one of his hands dropped down between your legs and started rubbing you over your panties.
"Feels - mhmm - so good." You matched the rhythm of his fingers, bucking your hips into his hand. Your hand also moved down from his neck and palmed his cock, drawing the most delicious moans from him. Very soon your top and his shirt joined the pile of pants, leaving you both in just your underwear.
"Y/n," Seokjin groaned, taking in the sight of your breasts. "You're so hot."
The two of you remained like that for a bit, almost completely naked, tongues down each others' throats and hands rubbing each other into ecstasy. You felt wetness between your legs, clenching violently when he parted your panties and stroked you between your folds.
"Fuck..." you moaned into his mouth.
"Does that feel good, sweetheart?" he mumbled into your mouth. "Do you want me to use my mouth?"
Your brain could barely process what he had said, but you nodded anyway, senses hazy with pleasure.
"Okay, lie down for me, y/n" he said, pulling away from you. "Let me make you feel good."
You lay down on the sofa, legs parted, as Seokjin hovered over you. "So beautiful. So wet."
He began peppering your inner thighs with light kisses, making you squirm in pleasure. Making his way to your core at an agonizingly slow pace, he finally removed your panties and licked a stripe between your folds.
"Jin! Fuck! I-" Your hips shot up at the intense feeling.
He paid no heed to your moans, licking and slurping your pussy until you were absolutely on the edge.
"I'm close! Please!"
Seokjin plunged a finger inside, using his other hand to keep your legs down. The sensation of his long, slender finger inside you combined with the sight of his head between your thighs was enough for you to reach your climax.
Stars exploded in your vision as the orgasm rocked through you. Seokjin continued his beautiful work on your pussy until you breathed a shaky sigh of pleasure.
"Did you like it?" he asked, teasingly. There was no way he could've missed your screams of pleasure.
"How about I show you just how much I liked it?" you asked, sitting up and playing with the band of his underwear.
Seokjin smirked and quickly shimmied out of his underwear. "Be my guest."
Your eyes widened at the sight of his cock - it was huge. Would he even be able to fit?
"Tell me what feels good," you said, licking long stripes up and down his length. Precum was leaking from his tip already, and you used your tongue to tease him further. Seokjin moaned, gripping the fabric of the sofa as you sucked his cock a few times.
"Don't tease, y/n," he managed with a lot of difficulty. "I don't think I can control myself for much longer."
Pressing a few small kisses to his tip, you leaned back and positioned yourself in front of him. "Okay, I think I'm ready."
A pained expression crossed his face as he took in the sight of you kneeling on your knees, waiting for him to cum.
"Maybe next time," he said, pulling you up to him and placing a soft kiss on your lips. "Right now, I want to be inside you."
"Are you sure?" you asked, returning his kiss.
"Yeah, but let's hurry," he mumbled, taking his throbbing red cock in his hand.
You laid down on the sofa again, spreading your legs for him. He positioned the tip of his cock in front of your entrance, rubbing you a few times before entering slowly.
"Tell me if it's too much," he whispered into your ear, before placing kisses all over your face and neck.
"Mm hmm,"you mumbled, getting used to the stretch.
Seokjin moved his mouth from your neck to your breast, placing sloppy kisses on the mounds before taking one of them in his mouth. You shuddered with pleasure as his tongue swirled around your nippled.
Your senses were getting overwhelmed again - Seokjin had started thrusting into you while simultaneously moving his mouth onto your other breast.
"Is this okay?" he managed between thrusts, his voice hoarse and delightfully sexy.
"Y-yeah, just do what you need to," you said, gripping his biceps with all your might.
He grunted in response, increasing the pace of his thrusts. The room was filled with the sounds of both your moans, and you knew that a second orgasm was building.
Just then, a shrill ring sounded through the room, startling you both. Seokjin barely managed to keep himself from falling off the sofa, placing a hand over his chest as he looked around wildly.
It was the telephone.
Seokjin sighed and pulled out of you, quickly going over to pick up the receiver.
"How can I help you?" he asked, standing there in his full naked glory.
You bit your lip as you drank in the sight of him - from his rippling shoulder muscles to his abs to his tapering waist and dangling cock.
"Of course, madam. But it is currently 2 in the morning. Please call after 7 am in order to make a reservation. Thank you. Have a good night."
Clicking the receiver in place, he rushed back to you, jumping onto the sofa with a smirk.
"Now where were we?"
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The one where Y/nâs a tease
Part 4 of The one where Bucky has a cute neigbour series!
Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader (f)
Summary | Reader and Bucky become friends after he saves her from  a creep in their apartment building. Each chapter explores a different  point in their friendship - very slow burn!
Warnings | 18+ only, Smut in later chapters (this is a slow burn), swearing, unprotected sex, oral sex, cockwarming (later chapters)
Will include elements of TFATWS in later chapters
Chapter 4 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 1 | Masterlist
I now realise the general theme is Y/n not being able to find her keys.
Whoever invented sundresses either needed a medal or slap. Bucky was in agony. The city was in the middle of a heat wave and neither of you could get comfy. Youâd taken to dressing in sundresses every day, the soft fabric having a tendency to rise higher and higher up your legs throughout the day. There was something about the way they hung on every curve, how they framed your chest and revealed inch upon inch of tanned skin.Â
Youâd met one another in Central Park, intending on grabbing an ice cream and relaxing in the sun after a challenging day at work.
âHeâs such a dick, I canât see how they can make it compulsory to attend but wonât pay over time!â
Bucky merely nodded in response; heâd quickly learnt youâd rather he listen to your rants than fix your issues.Â
âIf I could change jobs Iâd do it in a heartbeatâ You continued as you reached the front of the icecream queue.Â
âHi, one strawberry and one mint choc chip please - oh and make the mint one two scoopsâ Bucky dug around in his back pocket before pulling out his wallet, handing over a few bills to the server. âThank you.â He took both cones and handed you your favourite.Â
âIâll get the next oneâ You promised. Without thinking, you took a long lick of your icecream, moaning as the coldness hit your tongue.Â
Bucky choked.Â
âCâmon lets get somewhere cooler, you look hotâ Your eyes bugged out as you realised what youâd said. âI mean you look warm! With your long sleeves and gloves!â You were quick to correct yourself which earnt a chuckle from the man besides you.
It didnât take long for you both to reach a quiet vacant area which offered a gratuitous amount of privacy. Dropping down onto the grass, you stretched your legs out as you continued eating your icecream.Â
âDo you mind?â Bucky asked, holding out his cone. You took it from him as he peeled his gloves off, sighing as the gentle breeze hit his fingers. He then began trying to roll up the sleeves on his henley, grunting in frustration as it got caught on his forearm.Â
You glanced around double checking there was no one in sight before offering a solution. âYou could just take it off, would do your skin some good, getting a bit of colourâÂ
Taking another lick of your icecream you attempted to look indifferent on the matter.Â
Bucky took a hold of the bottom of his shirt before pausing.Â
âWhatâs up?â You asked, taking another bite from your ice cream.Â
âThe scar isnât the prettiest to look at.â He confessed, his head bowed in embarrassment.Â
Your elbow jutted out and nudged him, forcing him to look back at you âHey⊠itâs only meâ You smiled back at him, trying to reassure him how little you cared about the scar.
He smiled back before taking the plunge and lifted the shirt over his head. You tried, you really did but you couldnât help but stare at his chest. To say he was ripped would be an understatement. You werenât overly bothered when it came to body types but fuckkk his was doing something to you.Â
Snapping yourself out of your trance you noticed how his shoulders hunched over, as though he was trying to make himself as small as possible.Â
âTrust me when I say this Buck, no one will be looking at your scar.â You laughed, fanning yourself in an attempt to boost his confidence and take the edge off.Â
He chuckled in response and visibly relaxed, the pink in his cheeks growing from not only the heat.Â
You handed him his ice-cream back and returned to your earlier conversation. Your prick of a boss had reiterated today how important it was you attended the charity gala that night, some bullshit about being a team player.Â
In the midst of yet another rant, Bucky hadnât been able to take your eyes off you. You looked radiant in the sun, a single bead of sweat every now and again trailed from your neck, down into the valley of your breasts. It took all his self discipline to not reach over and have a taste. And then there was the damned ice cream. He shouldnât have ordered you two scoops as you took your sweet time licking and sucking on it, completely oblivious to the show you were putting on for him. What heâd do to replace that ice-cream with - no he couldnât let his mind wander there. He felt his cock twitch as he watched you swallow the cream, your throat bobbing with the motion.Â
âI reckon if I implement the Jim Halbert approach Iâll be home by tenâÂ
âThe what now?â
âJim? From The Office?âÂ
âYouâve lost me doll. I donât remember you mentioning Jim before? Is he in Legal?â
âItâs a TV show, he basically said you should have a memorable moment with the host and take a photo to prove you were there. Once thatâs done you can leave without it being questioned.â You handed Bucky your empty cone without question, it had become somewhat of a habit. You ordered two scoops and he finished off your cone.Â
He took it from you and finished it in a couple of bites.Â
âWell if you make it through and get home early enough Iâll order us some pizza and weâll spend the rest of the night watching The Office, deal?â
âDealâ
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You made it back in record time. You laughed, even danced with a few people, took a couple of photos and was there for when your boss got slapped by one of the waiting staff much to your delight. In and out in under 2 hours!Â
âHey Buck! Have you ordered yet?â You yelled as you knocked on his apartment door, looking for your keys with your other hand. âCâmon where are youâ You muttered.
Bucky's door swung open and was instantly stunned at your appearance. He hadnât seen you before you left for the evening and he was glad he hadnât as he was sure he wouldâve crossed a line. Your dress was strapless and fell to the floor, hugging every curve you had. The black velvet looked soft to touch and flattered your chest.
âWowâÂ
Your head snapped up and looked back at the man in front of you. His eyes trailed up from your legs, over your stomach and to your chest before meeting your eyes.Â
âHow do I scrub up?â You joked, giving him a twirl.Â
âBeautiful dollâ Your cheeks flushed at his compliment and you looked back into your purse, struggling to locate your keys.Â
âCan I come in?âÂ
He stepped to the side and gestured you in. Once in his kitchen you turned your purse upside down, realising your worst fear. âOh god, this canât be happening.âÂ
âWhats up?â Bucky decided to torture himself and stood behind you, peering over your shoulder.
âIâve left my key in my apartmentâ Not realising how close he was, you leant forward, your head falling into your hands as your elbows rested on the counter. Unintentionally, your ass had stuck out, pressing back into Bucky's crotch. The super soldier couldnât believe his eyes, it was as though the very fantasy heâd played out in his head countless times was finally coming true. From this angle he couldn't help but imagine gripping your hair as he pounded into your tight pussy, filling his apartment with your screams as you milked his cock for all its worth.Â
Before he could get away from himself he took a step backwards, despite every fibre of his being screaming at him not to.Â
He wasnât the only one affected as butterflies exploded in your stomach, your core aching with the possibilities of what lied beneath his jeans. But, before you had a moment to enjoy it, the moment was over and Bucky, ever the gentleman, had stepped aside.Â
âIâll call the superâ You grumbled.Â
âIâll order the pizzaâ He replied all too quickly.
20 minutes later and you were at your wits end. It took forever to get through to the super and when you eventually did, you were hardly reassured by his response. Heâd advised he would try and get to you within the next two hours but he wasnât making any promises - so much for looking after your tenants.Â
âAm I okay to hang out here with you until he arrives?âÂ
Bucky simply raised his eyebrow, finding it amusing youâd even have to ask.Â
âThanks Buckâ Lifting your hands to your hair, you started removing the pins, letting your head relax. Whilst putting your hair down you couldn't hide your discomfort in your dress as it restricted your movement.Â
âDo you want to borrow some clothes?â
âThat would be amazingâÂ
You watched as he went off into his bedroom - could you even call it that considering there wasnât a bed? You sighed in relief as you ran your fingers through your hair, gently massaging your scalp, welcoming the relief.
âIâve left them in the bathroom for youâÂ
âThanks Buckâ You flicked your heels off your tired feet before padding into the bathroom, gently closing the door behind you. It didnât take long for you to change into the sleep shorts and t-shirt heâd given you. Using your hair tie, you tightened the pants to stop them from falling down. Rolling your bra into your dress, you returned from the bathroom feeling far better than you did when you entered.Â
âBetter?â He asked, pizza box in hand as he pulled two plates from the cupboard
âMuchâ You replied, sitting down on one of the dining chairs.Â
An hour later and you were both stuffed and the effect of the beers youâd been stealing from Buckys fridge were starting to have an effect.Â
âCâmonnnn it will be fun!â You whined as you tried your best to tuck your toes under Buckys leg in an attempt to warm them up.
With a sigh he lifted your feet from under him and stood from his seated position, heading back towards his bedroom. Returning a moment later, he resumed his original position and started slowly slipping socks onto your cold toes.Â
âIâm waiting dollâÂ
His voice snapped you out of your trance - youâd been watching his every movement, how he gently cradled your feet as he slid a sock onto each one before squeezing them gently.
âOkay, Iâm going to fire these over to you quickly so just respond with whatever comes to mind okay?âÂ
He nodded in response.
You scrolled through the list on your phone before settling on a set of questions.
âFavourite snack?â
âCashewsâ
âFavourite Avenger?â
âCapâ
âLeast favourite Avenger?â
âHawkeyeâ
âHuh wow didnât - anyway! Age you had your first kiss?â
â12â
âAge you lost your virginity?â
â17â
âFavourite place?â
âWakandaâ
âAny secret talents?â
âI can play the pianoâ
âReally?â
Bucky nodded in response, taking another swig of his beer.
âCats or dogs?â
âCatsâ
âFavourite neighbour?â
âY/NâÂ
You smiled at that one before becoming a little bit braver.Â
âFavourite positionâ You asked, mumbling your words as you quickly took a sip of your drink.Â
âWhat was that?â
âFavourite...positionâ You repeated, meeting his eyes.
Bucky gulped, his eyes not moving from yours. âCow girl when Iâm generous, missionary when Iâm in controlâÂ
You blinked a couple of times, your mind racing as you processed his words.Â
âGood..too...uh⊠knowâ You gulped before racing to the next question, trying your best to not think about just what he meant by generous and in control. âCity or country?â
âCountryâÂ
âBike or car?âÂ
Before he could respond your phone chirped, signalling a notification. Glancing down, you read the message - Wonât be able to make it tonight, will try and get there in the morning
âFuck.â You muttered, clearing the notification from your screen.Â
âWhatâs up?â
âI wonât be getting into my apartment until tomorrow, do you mind if I stay here?âÂ
Bucky looked towards his bedroom, his heart sinking when he remembered he didnât have a bed. Reading his expression, you began âThe floor is fine, I donât mind-âÂ
âNoâ he replied, cutting you off. âYouâre not sleeping on the floor.â Bucky thought it was bad enough you had to hang out in his sorry excuse for an apartment but hell would freeze over before he allowed you to sleep on the hard floor. âIâve got an idea.âÂ
You watched as Bucky opened his door and walked out into the hallway. He started fiddling with the window which filled the back wall between your two apartments; the lock snapping under his strength. Lifting it up, he swung his leg over the ledge, landing on the fire escape.Â
âBuck, what are you doing?â You whispered, conscious of your neighbours and the late hour.Â
He took a step backwards and leant down, his face visible through the window as he stared at you, his eyebrow raised slightly as though he was wondering if you really just asked that.Â
âJust⊠be careful okay?âÂ
He nodded in response and went back to the task at hand.Â
A few seconds later you heard another snap and the sound of your window opening. Moments later your apartment door swung open with a smug Bucky on the other side.Â
âMy heroâ You beamed up at him, your appreciation evident on your face.Â
You quickly went back into his apartment, gathering your things in your arms.Â
âIâve wedged the window shut so youâre safe for the night, Iâll get you a replacement lock in the morning.âÂ
Returning to your apartment, you dumped your belongings on the side table, turning back to Bucky. âThank you, I donât know what Iâd do without you.â You confessed, overcome with admiration. Before you lost your nerve, you pressed your body against his, your arms looping around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug. You held in a sigh as you felt his arms respond and wrap around your waist, returning your embrace. Rather reluctantly, you pulled back as did Bucky, his arms returning back to his sides.Â
âGoodnight dollâÂ
âNight BuckyâÂ
You slowly closed your door and smiled to yourself. Tugging his sleep pants down your legs, you folded them up and left them on top of your discarded dress. After completing your nightly routine, you sank into your soft bed sheets, inhaling Buckyâs scent left behind on his tshirt, silently wishing it was himself wrapped around your naked body and not his top.Â
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