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pearl-blue-musings · 4 years ago

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Could I order a medium well steak with mashed potatoes and peas please? I’ll be splitting it with Bakugo and/or Kirishima ☺️

Oh honey yes yes you can!! And thanks for giving me my first poly fic ☺️☺️ 💪💥

Pairing: KiriBaku x fem!reader poly is this happening or.???

Warnings: smut, 18+, oral fem and male receiving, hair pulling, one or two daddy calling, threesome, fingering, spanking, it’s my first time writing poly mkay

Enjoy your meal~

Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki, and you. Friends since high school and now inseparable in your fourth year of college. The dynamic between the three of you was always energetic, supportive and fun. Most of your friends always found you three together and it would always be weird if one of you was without the other two. Yes, this was perfect, it was working, it was fine.

It didn’t matter that feelings between the three of you began to shift from platonic to romantic.

When did that start really? Well it could be boiled down to a couple of instances. The first one being your first major heartbreak in college. You were a freshman, young, a little naïve, so you dove head first into the arms of an upperclassmen who claimed to see you for you. Until you saw him in the arms, rather sheets, of someone else. The pain you felt was excruciating as you ran and told your two best friends. Each of them lending an ear and some advice to your heart slowly closing off to them and the world.

“That extra didn’t deserve you anyways. You can do way better.”

“I already got your favorite ice cream. Now come on, I know you wanna cry in my shoulder. We’re here for you.”

You hadn’t expected them to be so kind and caring about that. The three of you ended up cuddling together and watching your favorite movies. It was confusing. This is normal for friends right? Totally platonic for friends to snuggle and provide affectionate care after a bad break up. Totally and completely.

But your heart can’t stop racing and you can’t stop the warmth you feel from their closeness.

The next time was when Bakugou’s college hockey team made it to the national title your second year. You and Kirishima had been at every game, even the ones out of state. You cheered him on and yelled at all the right times when plays and calls seemed unfair.

“You call that an infraction? Bakugou barely touched that guy, come on!”

“Hell yeah bro! That’s how you score on those unmanly boys over there!”

He never admitted it, but seeing the two of you in the stands at all of his games made him want to play harder and better, push himself to be the best despite any potential injuries he could have gotten. Being able to hear your intense screams over the crowd and Kiri’s booms of what’s manly on the ice and what isn’t made his heart race in a way he couldn’t figure out. There’s no way it’s the l word. No, they’re his best friends.

That’s all it is, he loves his best friends in the most non-romantic way possible.

The third and last instance was a little more personal between the three of you; starting with you and Kirishima. It was a party, celebrating Kirishima’s new job at the university gym, where you began to realize your feelings. The apartment was filled with close friends and some acquaintances where alcohol and some drugs flowed freely. The two men had lived together with a couple other guys they knew so for the most part they were on host duties. When you had finally arrived with a couple of your girlfriends, you greeted the blond and red head and continued to dance and mingle with your friends.

About an hour after you had entered, you walked over to Kirishima’s room to use his bathroom (you didn’t want to touch Denki’s bathroom) in his room. When you walked into his room, you were surprised to see him standing in front of his closet, half naked and changing shirts.

“Ah geez Eiji! Sorry to interrupt, I’ll wait outside.”

He chuckles and finishes putting on his shirt. “It’s all good pebble. I just had a little spill and needed to change.” He looks you up and down in an unfamiliar way. “Did you need to use my bathroom?”

You feel your cheeks heat up at how close he had gotten. It had to be the alcohol, right? That’s the only explanation. “Yeah,” you huff out, “but I don’t know if I need to go anymore ha ha.”

He grins at you and asks, “do you wanna sit for a bit? I feel like we haven’t had much time just the two of us.”

And who were you to say no to one of your best friends? So you sit beside him on his bed, something you’ve done plenty of times before. But somehow this felt, different. You feel him lay his head on your lap, a move he’s done before to indicate how tired he is and you naturally rake your fingers through his soft hair. You wish he would wear it down more often, you think he looks better that way.

“You really think so?”

You look down at him and freeze. Seems that you were talking out loud instead of in your mind. You giggle awkwardly, but keep your fingers attached to his scalp. “Yeah,” you hum. “It looks really nice.”

He hums into you, enjoying the feeling of your hand in his hair. A soft smile adorns his face as he muses to himself, “wouldn’t it be funny if Bakugou gelled his hair down?”

You don’t do much to hold in the laughter that erupts from your stomach, making the man in your lap laugh with you. The small intimate moment between you becomes more intimate when Kirishima sits up to look you in the eyes, his pupils dilated. You feel his hand come up to your cheek as his thumb rubs circles near the crease of your eye. “God you’re beautiful,” he whispers holding your gaze. The hand that was previously in his hair rests on his broad shoulder. Had he always been this rough yet soft to the touch? You don’t realize you’re sharing breaths until his next words are felt on your lips.

“Can I kiss you?”

You nod fervently and close the short distance between your lips. The rush that you feel when his warm lips are on yours is an experience you want to relive over and over. Just like him, his kiss is soft and full of care as he gently kisses you. Kirishima’s hands run down your body and find comfort on your hips while your wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. You can feel how hard he is from your bodies grinding on each other.

You break for air with a string of saliva connecting your lips. This is it. You might’ve known it for a long time but it’s glaring at you right in your face. You love him, and from what you can muster, he loves you too. The way his fingers are still touching you even though the act of passion has ended. Your foreheads are touching as you both exchange breaths.

“I,” he starts, “I think I’m in love with you. Well, have been for awhile.”

You smile when he smiles and slowly peck his lips. “I love you too, Eijirou.” You pause to cup his cheek and feel happiness grow inside when he leans into it. “But what about-“

“Bakugou?”

“Yeah.”

Your hand falls into your lap and Kirishima reaches for it. He holds it gently and strokes his thumb at the back of it. The silence in the room isn’t complete because of the muffled music and shouting outside the closed door. You part your lips and struggle for the next couple of seconds to say the right thing. “I don’t want our dynamic to change.”

“Neither do I. But I can’t deny these feelings I’ve had for you anymore! Ever since that jerk cheated on you at the beginning of college, I think that’s when my feelings started. I hated seeing you cry and I vowed that if you ever did cry that I would be the one to wipe away your tears and take care of you. Not that you can’t take care yourself, you know what I mean!” Your light chuckle helps him to keep talking. “But I think about how it’s always the three of us and… I don’t wanna leave Katsuki out of this, us! It wouldn’t feel right.

“And I think when we saw him score that winning goal last year, with the way you looked at him I thought you could never look at me that way.”

Your back sits up straighter at his words. Was that true? Did you also have feelings for Bakugou as well? He had turned his face away from you at his admittance, but you pulled him back for a kiss. This one seemed to be more heated and passionate than the last as your hands search and prod his warm body all over.

You were so tightly wound up in each other you neglected to hear his door opening.

“Hey dumbass, (Y/n) went in here to go to the bathroom forever ago- what the fuck?!”

Kirishima pulled away from you quickly at hearing his other best friends voice. The two of you do your best to fix your state of clothes but the damage had already been done. You’ve seen Bakugou upset before but never like this. Never like this at the two of you. He looked broken and betrayed.

You face him and get up off the bed, “Katsuki, wait lemme explain!”

Vermillion eyes glare down at you in such passionate anger that you were almost terrified to say anything. “I think everything makes perfect sense to me. You two have been dating behind my back haven’t you.”

It wasn’t a question but a statement.

Kirishima responds first, “wait it’s not what you think, ‘Suki. We actually need to talk to you about something.”

“Tch,” he roughly pulls himself away from the two of you, “don’t fucking call me that. How long has this been going on, hah?! You really think I wouldn’t notice? You guys have been making go-go eyes at each other for years.”

“Would you please hear us out? And close the door,” you murmur, “everyone’s looking in here.”

Bakugou looks to the two of you and then behind him as his friends look on. Most people had dispersed or left so only your close friend group had stayed. Being the good and observant friends they are, Denki was the first to speak up.

“I think we’ll go somewhere else. You three need to talk.” And in his slightly drunk and slightly high daze, he and Sero managed to get everyone out of the doorway and out of the apartment. So now it’s just the three of you and open truth of the situation.

Bakugou roughly shuts the door and stands above the two of you. “So,” he huffs, “how long have you been dating?”

You can’t help but hear the hint of hurt in the last word he said. You want to reach out but know that it won’t help presently. “Ka- uh Bakugou, we’re not dating. We just, kissed and confessed our feelings.”

The ashy blond pouts and crosses his arms. “Don’t lie to me, dumbass. Shitty hair, is that really what happened?”

“Yeah dude, we really were just talking and then we kinda kissed and talked about our feelings.”

“What does that have to do with me?”

“Everything!” You had let your emotions get the best of you as you yelled at him. “It’s always been the three of us and we don’t wanna ruin this dynamic we have.”

Katsuki snaps back, “I get it. I would be in the way. Just, fuck, go be happy.”

Kirishima stands up and prevents Bakugou from leaving. “No dude, you don’t get it. (Y/n) and I came to an unspoken understanding:

“We can’t do this without you.”

With his anger subsiding, Bakugou was vulnerable. And in his state of vulnerability, Kirishima took the opportunity to cover his lips with his own. The ashy blond is caught off guard, but eventually concedes into the kiss. Something inside you stirs at seeing your two best friends kiss. It’s not jealousy, it’s contentment; like everything is finally fitting and working out.

When the two males part, their breaths are heavy as they stare into each others eyes. Kirishima speaks up first. “This is what we wanted to talk to you about.” He then tangles his fingers with the stunned in silence blond. “We think, no, we know that we have feelings for each other. But also-“

“We have feelings for you too Katsuki,” you chime in from the bed. “We couldn’t do this, thing, without you. I can’t imagine life without you two.”

Bakugou looks over to where you are on the bed, and his eyes soften. He can see the love in your eyes, a gaze that he’s seen you give Kirishima and maybe you’ve given those looks to him and he didn’t notice? Almost like he thought you wouldn’t have feelings for him, or that his red headed friend would feel similarly.

“Tch, idiots. How long have you,” he looks away as his cheeks start to tint pink, “had feelings for me?”

You stand up and walk up to the shy man, taking his other hand. “I’m not sure. I might’ve realized it when Eiji and I were cheering for you at one of your games… T-the way you looked when you noticed us made my heart leap. You were so happy and satisfied with that look on your face Katsuki. But I was confused cause by then I had already confirmed my feelings for Eiji so I- mmph!”

Katsuki ended your rambling and pulled you into his body. You had always dreamt and fantasized about what his tout and fit body would feel against yours, and it’s better than you could have imagined. Where Kirishima was soft, Bakugou was rough as he licks at your bottom lip and thrusts his tongue in your mouth. You accept him hungrily as your arms wrap around his shoulders. Your lips mesh so easily and effortlessly together that you can’t help but moan.

When the two of you pull apart, Katuski is back to his smug self. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that princess. Damn, so what now?”

The question doesn’t linger too long in the air as the three of you exchange glances at each other. “Well, we just keep doing what we’re doing. You know, now with kissing and hand holding and sex stuff I guess, hehe.” Kirishima laughs out as realization comes to all of your faces. To be fair, you all have already kissed and you doubt Kiri’s earlier hard on has gone down.

Being brave, you step up to Kirishima, grabbing his collar and pulling him into a lust filled kiss. You grind yourself on his torso, forcing him to put his hands on your waist. His grip on you tightens and doesn’t hesitate to lift you up, making your legs wrap around his waist. Behind you, you feel hands trail down your back sensually, stopping at your ass. You pause your kiss with Kirishima to whine at the touch, feeling Bakugou’s hands go down your thighs and over Kiri’s hands.

“Put her on the bed, Eijirou.”

The way he commands the two of you, the way how he growled that out right by your ear made your panties damp. Kirishima nods and walks you two toward his bed, gently placing you down. He works on getting your leggings off, slowly pulling each leg out to keep touching your soft skin. Once they’re off, you’re left in your top and lacy thong, unaware of how the night would turn out. The wet spot at your core doesn’t go unnoticed by the two males and Kirishima licks his lips and Bakugou starts palming at his jeans, hissing as he does so. “Is that for us, pebble?” He takes a single finger and slowly swipes it up your covered slit making your toes curl and a huff of air leaves your lips. “Fuck, baby you’re so wet. Katsu, you gotta see this up close.” He takes off your thong, brings it up to his nose for a long sniff, and stuffs them in his pocket.

You feel a new pair of hands graze your inner thighs, as a head of ashy blond is now seen between your legs. He breathes into your cunt and grins at your mewl, the sound going to his hardening cock. Without warning, his tongue dives into your folds, going in between kitten licks and deep thrusts of his tongue into you. Your jaw drops in pleasure and you can’t help but moan loudly. Bakugou pulls away, and grunts “Think you can shut her up shitty hair?”

You hear the red head chuckle to the side of you as he had already removed his pants and now his boxers. His cock springs free, swinging upward on his abs and already leaking pre-cum. The way you’re looking at him like a full course meal makes his dick twitch. “I can’t wait to shove my dick in your mouth.” You see a little bit of drool fall from the corner of his mouth and just seeing that turns you on so much. He moves to straddle you over your chest, careful not to sink down or hurt you in anyway. His ruby irises meet yours as he caresses your cheek, “is this okay?”

You nod, words failing you because Bakugou hasn’t let up on your pussy. Kirishima inches closer and sit up slightly so that your lips can finally met his warm and hard dick. You wrap your lips around the tip, your tongue flitting at his leaking tip causing the strong man above you to moan loudly. That moan caused a ripple effect from you sucking him harder and Bakugou’s tongue swirling on your clit, which made you moan onto Kiri’s cock. All three of you are beginning to feel extreme pleasure at once, almost as if everything in your lives was building up to this point.

You sink your mouth deeper onto throbbing cock, causing Kirishima to pant and curse. His hips struggle to stay still but your tongue, throat, and mouth are working wonders on him. You never thought he would be somewhat loud in the bedroom, but it’s making you love him more. You’re snapped out of your thoughts when you feel a slap on your inner thigh and but hear an extra one. The extra one you heard was Bakugou lifting his body just enough for him to reach Kirishima’s are ass and smack it. Just knowing he got spanked made you wetter.

“Heh, do you like it when I smack his ass baby girl? You’re gushing down here after I did that. Lemme do it again, yeah?” And you hear the sound of palm against skin and you taste more of him in your mouth after. Bakugou continues his assault on your pussy as your hips gyrate into his face, moans and cries muffled by Kirishima’s long and girthy cock in your mouth. Kiri moves his hand from your cheek to your hair and tugs as he chases his high.

He feels you whine something on his dick and smirk. “You gonna cum pebble? You’re gonna cum all over ‘Suki’s face while I cum down your throat? C’mon baby girl, milk my cock I wanna mess up your throat, ah fuck this feels good!”

Bakugou inserts two fingers into your aching pussy as he sucks on your clit. Your hips are moving out of rhythm as you feel the build up deep in your core want to explode. You suck hard on Kirishima’s cock as he moans above you loudly, filling your mouth and throat with his seed. As he comes down from his hard orgasm, you let out a pop as you let go of his cock. He removes himself from your chest and takes your chin in his thumb and forefinger, running his thumb over your swollen lips. “I don’t want you to spill a drop until he makes you cum. If any of it spills or you swallow it without permission, he won’t let you cum and I’m gonna punish you okay pebble?”

You nodded and he lets you go, realizing he hasn’t taken off your top. Kirishima brings you up to take off your top, giving you a look to remember his words just seconds earlier. He removes it and realizes you aren’t wearing anything underneath. He lifts an eyebrow at you and chuckles darkly. “You’re so naughty,” he growls as he takes a hardening nipple into his mouth. He sucks earnestly as Bakugou finger and tongue fucks you. You feel your orgasm getting closer and closer as Bakugou growls into your pussy.

“You ready to cum baby girl? You heard Ejij, don’t spill a fucking drop until I say.”

You nod vigorously, avoiding being vocal to keep your mouth full.

“Then cum baby,” he sucks on your clit harder, “cum for daddy.”

Your own orgasm rocked through you so hard you were seeing stars. You obeyed their commands and only swallowed after you were sure you were done cumming, holding onto Kirishima’s back tightly as your nails dug into it. Bakugou removes himself from between your legs, licking his chin and observing your juices on his fingers. He taps Kirishima on the shoulder and shoves his fingers into his mouth, catching the red head off guard. He moans around the wet fingers as his tongue dives in the valleys of Bakugous fingers. The scene before you was incredibly erotic as the to men didn’t break eye contact.

“She tastes good doesn’t she?”

“Mmm,” he releases with a pop, “fuck yeah she does, babe.” Your chest heaves up and down as you come down from your high, truly enjoying the moment between the trio of you. Kirishima lightly plays with your breasts still as Bakugou moves to the other side of the bed. “Get her on all fours. I can’t wait to fuck that mouth of hers.”

The two of you do as he says, and you get on all fours on the bed. You see Katsuki undress and you do your best to keep your dirty thoughts to yourself as you realize you are in the presence of two god-like looking men. You feel Kirishima smack you ass and you yelp out the sudden sensation. You hear him snicker behind you as you feel his hands knead your ass. The man behind you leans over you, hands trailing up your back and sides as he asks. “All of this is okay, right?”

Bakugou grunts, “speak.” He grabs your cheeks and forces you to look at him, “now.”

You nod at first, but remember that your mouth is empty. “Yes,” you pant, “please have your way with me, daddies.”

Wet lips attach to yours as you make out with Bakugou once more, accepting your consent. Kirishima palms at your cunt, making you clench around nothing, as his other hand reaches for his nightstand to grab a condom. The red head had no idea that he would need these anytime soon, especially with the two of you. Once the condom is on, he lines himself behind you, teasing your hole with his tip. At the same time, Bakugou lines up his aching cock with your lips, outlining them with this dick.

When Kirishima finally pushes in your eyes go wide. You knew he was big, but fuck would he fit? He moves slowly for you to adjust to his size and length. You pant wildly as he grips your hips tighter at how slick you are. Soon enough, he’s bottomed out in you and waits. He can tell you aren’t used to his size yet and traces your spine to comfort you. “You’re taking me so well, pebble. Tell me when it’s okay for me to move, okay?”

You let out more shaky breaths and then crane your neck to give him the most blissed out face he’s ever seen. Tears are building in the corner of your eyes, pupils blown out and your tongue lolling to the side as you tell him to move. And when he does, you never thought that fucking, no making love could feel so ecstatic, so euphoric. The feeling is overwhelming but you love it, it’s a good overwhelming.

You barely have time to moan because Bakugou shoves his needy cock into your mouth. He’s not as big as Kirishima so blowing him is going to be a fun adventure. You wrap one hand around the base and hollow out your cheeks as you suck him in. He hisses above you as one hand finds purchase in your hair. His hips stutter a bit when you lick a stripe up his cock from base to tip. A few pants escape him when you do that but what has him moaning more is when you lick and play with his balls. His grip gets tighter as you keep playing and messing with his cock and balls.

Meanwhile Kirishima is slamming into you, his balls hitting you with every thrust. You never knew you needed this but now that you have it you don’t want to go with out it. There’s one particular thrust he gives that makes your eyes roll back and stop working on Bakugou briefly. He tugs at your hair and you get back to licking and servicing him. Above you, you feel a hand on the middle of your back and a hand leave your hair. You catch Kirishima whisper a “c’mere” and the sounds of lips and tongues melding together is heard. The scene is absolutely erotic and you are living for it. Having your two best friends, no lovers, make out above you almost makes you cum again as your pussy clenches.

Eijirou pulls away when your pussy clenches around his dick in order for him to whimper at the sensation. He starts pumping into you harder, wanting you two to cum for the second time. You have a feeling Bakugou is close because his thrusts have become erratic and he’s pulling on you harder. The pull of your hair and the way Kiri’s dick feels inside you is enough for you to cum.

You whine on Katsuki’s dick, seeing the tears in your eyes as his hips keep moving back and forth. “You ready to take my seed, huh pretty girl? I know you are, just look at you. Fuck,” he moans out, “you’re something else princess. Shit, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum. Unf, (Y/n), EIjirou, fuck!”

His cum fills up your throat, some of it spilling out the side of your mouth. You swallow what you can and release him with a pop. Your breathing is ragged as you admire the taste of both men mixed on your tongue. The hands that were previously on your hips go to your stomach and pull you into a strong chiseled chest. Kirishima rests his forehead on your shoulder blade as he fucks you harder. “C’mon pebble I’m so close, I’m so close. God you feel amazing,” he mewls into your ear. One hand goes to your swollen nub and rubs at it intensely. Your voice raises an octave as you practically scream in pleasure, the waves of your second orgasm hitting you without warning.

Kirishima pumps up into you faster after he felt you tighten around him. “Oh fuck, oh fuck I’m gonna cum (Y/n). Katsuki I’m cumming, I’m cumming! Ah fuck!” He holds you tightly as he pumps through his orgasm, speeding up and then slowing down as the both of you calm down from your highs. You stay impaled on his cock, enjoying the sheen of sweat between the three of you. Bakugou comes up to you and kisses you sweetly, carefully lifting you off of Kirishima’s dick. He takes a finger to trace along the outside of your face and then over your lips. He lays the two of you down on the bed, just embracing the moment. Kirishima gets up and shaky legs to take care of the used up condom. He throws it in the trash and then heads into his bathroom. When he comes back out, he hands Bakugou a towel and the two of them begin to tend to you and clean you up. “You did so well for us babe,” Bakugou whispers, kissing your cheek and wiping your right leg. Kirishima has your left and himself to clean up.

Once you’re all cleaned up, Kirishima takes the towels to the laundry room and returns with bottles of water for each of you. He slides under the covers, the top comforter replaced with a Crimson Riot one, and cuddles up to you and Bakugou. “So,” he starts, “does that mean we’re together? Like officially?”

Bakugou who’s facing the two you, with you in the middle, rolls his eyes and extends an arm out to the adorable red head. “Dumbass, I wouldn’t have done this if we weren’t. Now shut up,” his voice lowers, “she’s asleep.”

The diner is open

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tigerkirby215 · 3 years ago

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5e Vex, the Gloomiest build (League of Legends)

(Artwork by Horace “Hozure” Hsu. Made for Riot Games.)

Writing this build in a dark room late at night, super tired and stuff... Stuck inside cause of this dumb virus... AFKing in TFT for a Prestige skin like a tryhard... It’s kinda aesthetic, ya know?

GOALS

Another person to kill... Shadow? Can you handle it? - You don’t need best friends: you’ve got your Shadow. He’s the only cool one, because he’s basically you.

Ugh. Can we get some rain clouds in here? - No one likes a debbie downer, but everyone loves a good scare!

Man, walking suuuucks - Nowadays even the anti-dash champion needs a resetting dash. “Do the thing, Shadow.”

RACE

I could make Vex a Harengon to justify her rabbit ears, but she doesn’t really do much “jumping.” That, and I didn’t buy Wild Beyond the Witchlight. So Halfling still works good enough for a yordle. Your Dexterity increases by 2, and while your movement speed goes down to 25 you have Halfling Nimbleness to move through people who are bigger than you. You’re also “Brave” for advantage against fears (when you hang around the Shadow Isles stuff really isn’t that scary) and of course have good ol’ yordle Lucky to reroll Nat 1s.

Halflings are normally pretty cheerful but Ghostwise Halflings are perfectly dark. You’d normally increase your Wisdom by 1 but I’d recommend increasing your Constitution instead. But I mean, it’s not a big deal if you take Wisdom instead. It is only +1. You also get Silent Speech to keep to team chat with 30 foot telepathy. I mean, they have to understand your languages but at least you don’t have to tell everyone what you’re talking about. And oh yeah you obviously speak Common and Halfling.

ABILITY SCORES

15; CHARISMA - Turns out when you don’t release any new yordles for (wait it’s been 5 years since Kled was released? Holy shit) people end up wanting them.

14; DEXTERITY - Just because you don’t like walking doesn’t mean you’re slow.

13; CONSTITUTION - Imagine dying like a normie.

12; WISDOM - Vex isn’t sad because she’s pessimistic. She’s just realistic.

10; INTELLIGENCE - You’re too cool for school. (And I needed everything else more.)

8; STRENGTH - Ughhh I don’t wanna lift heavy stuff! I’m tired...

BACKGROUND

I guess you’re technically a Haunted One, even if the black mist is the best thing that ever happened to you. You get proficiency in Arcana and Survival as well as two language of your choice to talk to your "allies.” (I guess one of them has to be exotic or whatever.) (I’d personally pick Sylvan as the language of yordles and whatever language the majority of your party knows as your second choice, but that’s just me.)

The thing that sucks about having a Heart of Darkness is that everyone keeps trying to help you, thinking that your sadness (and the living shadow on your back) is something to be fixed. I mean, at least you can get the NPC normies to help you, as long as you don’t spook ‘em. “No doctors! I told you: being sad makes me happy.”

(Artwork by @ToggleD0wnFall on Twitter.)

THE BUILD

or whatever...

LEVEL 1 - SORCERER 1

Starting as a Sorcerer for saving throws and stuff. Also proficiency in Intimidation and... Persuasion, I guess? Look, persuading people that you’re fine “no really” is a skill too.

I wonder what Sorcerous Origin we’ll pick... If only there was one based entirely on shadows and darkness... Oh hey Shadow Magic. As a Shadow Sorcerer you get Eyes of the Dark for 120 feet of Darkvision to see with your dumb Halfling eyes, and Strength of the Grave which will let Shadow take a hit for you. (As long as you make a good Charisma save.)

But of course the main appeal of a Sorcerer is the Spellcasting. You can learn 4 cantrips from the Sorcerer list and two level spells: For cantrips Mage Hand will let Shadow pick things up for you, Mind Sliver and Sword Burst will keep loud people off you both up close and from afar, and Prestidigitation will let you do all sorts of normie yordle magic. As for leveled spells Shield and Mage Armor are both kinda mandatory for some Personal Space.

LEVEL 2 - WARLOCK 1

What? Did you really think we wouldn’t get at least some support from adults? Work for that cool gloomy dude Viego and make a pack with The Undead. That’s because Undead are super dark and morbid and have a Form of Dread: as a bonus action you can turn on your Doom and Gloom for 1 minute. You get some temporary hit points, fear people when you hit them, and are immune to fears yourself. You can transform a number of times equal to your proficiency bonus and regain all expended uses when you finish a long rest.

You also get Pact Magic, which is different from normie Spellcasting because you get the cool stuff done with just a Short Rest. Anyways you can learn two cantrips from the Warlock list like Minor Illusion to have Shadow trick some normies and Eldritch Blast to Eldritch while you Blast. You can also grab some first level Warlock spells like Hex to mark people you don’t like, and Arms of Hadar if you really need your Personal Space.

LEVEL 3 - WARLOCK 2

Second level Warlocks get their Eldritch Invocations for extra stuff that you don’t have to put effort into. While Armor of Shadows does exist it’s honestly better for you to cast Mage Armor with a spell slot, so with that being said take Agonizing Blast to agonize while you blast and Eldritch Mind so you can keep your concentration around annoying people.

You can also learn another spell like Hellish Rebuke, because people just keep barging into your Personal Space!

LEVEL 4 - SORCERER 2

Now that you can agonize your blasts it’s time to go back to Sorcerer. Second level Sorcerers get a Font of Magic for Sorcery Points which currently don’t do much other than give you more spell slots. You can turn your Warlock slots into Sorcery points though, which is good because they come back on a Short Rest but the rest of your magic does not.

You can also cast another spell like Earth Tremor, to slow people down with Looming Darkness and sunder the land with your edginess.

LEVEL 5 - SORCERER 3

Third level Sorcerers finally get Metamagic! Empowered Spell will allow you to maximize your damage and retain your role as an artillery mage. Alternatively if you want to guarantee fears in your foes take Heightened Spell to give them disadvantage to resist Shadow’s influence.

If you want Shadow to stick around then Dust Devil will swirl around for quite awhile. Alternatively Shadow (Magic) also teaches you Darkness for free, and you can cast it with 2 Sorcery Points to see through it! Your friends can’t see through it, but you can team up with Shadow for some powerful combos when you can see them but they can’t see you!

(Artwork by @jpdiasarts on Twitter.)

LEVEL 6 - SORCERER 4

4th level Sorcerers get the first of many Ability Score Improvements, but I can’t take Fey Touched every time for Flash. That, and we won’t give into basic yordle society. So let’s get value out of our Halfling race with the Second Chance feat. Along with +1 to your Charisma you can also use your reaction to make an enemy you can see attacking you reroll their attack roll, potentially making them miss.

Don’t use this against an attack that you can Shield against, but if someone gets a really good roll you can use this to get your Personal Space back! You can only use this once per combat though (it comes back when you roll for initiative!) so make sure to use it when it matters to keep your spell slots in check.

Oh and you can also learn another spell, and another cantrip! For your cantrip Shocking Grasp will help you push people away if they get too close (folk tend to react poorly when zapped by a tazer!) As for leveled spells Web will keep foes from dashing around, and is also pretty flammable. Huhn; wonder if that’ll be useful.

LEVEL 7 - SORCERER 5

5th level Sorcerers get gifts from the Ruined Queen Tasha in the form of Magical Guidance. You can use a Sorcery point to reroll a d20 if needed, potentially squeezing a success out. Don’t use this all the time (even if Warlock slots means you’ll have plenty of Sorcery points to spare) but this can be very useful in an emergency!

You can also learn third level spells and hey: Fireball may be a normie spell, but it’s still pretty effective. It’s maybe a bit too flashy to be Looming Darkness but it’s a good source of AoE damage which isn’t as loud and annoying as Shatter.

LEVEL 8 - SORCERER 6

All this time being a Shadow Sorcerer and Shadow hasn’t even done anything for us! Well how about you go out there and get some work done, Shadow? For 3 Sorcery points you can summon a Hound of Ill Omen to target a foe within 120 feet of you.

Shadow is basically a Dire Wolf except he’s Medium, has temp HP equal to half your Sorcerer level, can move through stuff (but takes damage if he ends his turn in stuff), and automatically chases whoever you told him to go for. Shadow will appear 30 feet away from the person you told him to get, and will chase after him like I said. All he’ll really do is attack the target you told him to though; he won’t even opportunity attack unless it’s the person you told him to chase. But if Shadow’s near someone they have disadvantage on their saving throws, which is pretty cool. (Unfortunately it’s only against spells, not your Form of Dread.)

Speaking of saving throws: Slow is a really great way to keep normies from running around doing annoying stuff. And you don’t have to hit Shadow with it which is pretty cool.

(Artwork by @Lauriquess on Twitter.)

LEVEL 9 - WARLOCK 3

Third level Warlocks get to choose their Pact Boon: if you want a really small Shadow go for Pact of the Chain, and if you want your cool necklace go for Pact of the Talisman, but we’ll be going for Pact of the Tome because you’re mostly a spellcaster really. (And we definitely don’t have enough cantrips.)

You get a Book of Shadows (See? Books can be cool!) with three cantrips: take Thaumaturgy to be extra spooky, Vicious Mockery for some sick teenage burns, and Sapping Sting to make normies fall over when you fear them. Some might say that 10 total cantrips by level 9 is a bit overkill but look on the dark side: you’ve now got a cantrip for basically every type of saving throw in case you can’t hit with Eldritch Blast!

Honestly none of the Pact Boons are particularly important for Vex so I picked the one that made the most sense. Feel free to take something more practical since 10 cantrips is admittedly overkill.

Oh and you can learn more Warlock spells, so now it’s time to finally take Misty Step. For Flash!

LEVEL 10 - WARLOCK 4

4th level Warlocks get another Ability Score Improvement: getting more Charisma for better spellcasting is probably a good idea.

You can also learn another spell, and hey look another cantrip. For your cantrip even if more damage options are kinda overkill by this point Chill Touch inflicts Grievous Wounds, which might be useful. You can also grab another second level spell and Blindness / Deafness (which is on the Undead list) is far more useful than any of the other normie options you’d have at this level anyways.

LEVEL 11 - WARLOCK 5

5th level Warlocks get another Eldritch Invocation, and even if you’ve got a resetting dash you’re still a squishy mage. So grab Tomb of Levistus for Zhonya's Hourglass.

You can also grab third level Warlock spells now! Remember how I took Fireball and complained that it wasn’t a good replica of Looming Darkness? Well Hunger of Hadar takes your Concentration but it’s a lot edgier!

LEVEL 12 - WARLOCK 6

6th level Undead Warlocks have become Grave Touched by the mist, and can make mist of their own! Along with being able survive without eating, drinking, or breathing you can turn any of your damage into necrotic damage. If you’re in your Form of Dread however you can add one extra damage die to whatever you’re using to get people to buzz off, adding to that morbid and macabre aesthetic.

You can also add another spell and if you’re bored with Shadow being a wolf how about you make them a Summon Shadowspawn? Weaponize your Fury, Despair, or Fear (I’d honestly recommend Fury since it has good synergy with your Dreadful Aspect) and work together with Shadow to deal with all your annoying foes! I’d also suggest replacing Hellish Rebuke with Counterspell, because even if the former fits better the latter is way more useful.

(Artwork by Jennifer Wuestling. Made for Riot Games.)

LEVEL 13 - WARLOCK 7

7th level Warlocks can finally activate Shadow Surge. Relentless Hex lets you mark a foe with Hex and then dash to them. And technically you can move Hex around after the fact to reset your dashes! And while you’re at it you may as well grab Dimension Door for Summoner Teleport.

You could also upgrade Summon Shadowspawn to Summon Aberration if you so desire, but Summon Shadowspawn is more than strong enough and far more fun and thematic.

LEVEL 14 - WARLOCK 8

Another Ability Score Improvement. Yay. Cap off your Charisma for the best spellcasting you can get out of Shadow. You can also learn another spell, but we’re going to wait for...

LEVEL 15 - WARLOCK 9

9th level Warlocks get another Eldritch Invocation: even if it’s kinda ineffective Ascendant Step is still pretty useful to have Shadow carry you around. I mean yeah it’s slow but not that much slower than walking for you, and Shadow can lift you up in the air. “Shadow; carry me...”

You can also learn 5th level spells. If one guy’s being particularly annoying Negative Energy Flood can get them to shut up and work for you. Alternatively if you want more Personal Space Antilife Shell is on the Undead List and will make sure normies keep faaaaar away.

LEVEL 16 - WARLOCK 10

Are you ever so sick of everything that you just want to explode? Necrotic Husk has two benefits: for one you’re resistant to Necrotic damage, and immune while in your Form of Dread because being around Viego for so long means you’re used to his work.

But additionally when you are reduced to 0 hit points you can use your reaction to drop to 1 hit point instead and cause your body to explode! Each creature of your choice within 30 feet of you takes 2d10 + your warlock level in Necrotic damage. You do gain 1 level of exhaustion after using this, and after using it once you can’t do so again until you finish 1d4 long rests. So I’d perhaps use Strength of the Grave first unless you really need to lash out.

I hope you weren’t expecting more spells because you aren’t getting them from Warlock: just a cantrip. By this point we’ve honestly got far too many cantrips so I dunno maybe just grab Prestidigitation again and swap it out from Sorcerer when you get the chance.

(Artwork by @DukkoArt on Twitter.)

LEVEL 17 - SORCERER 7

Finally back to our yordle roots: 7th level Sorcerers get 4th level spells like Storm Sphere for a sphere of darkness and angst. But I mean the real benefit is that you get more Sorcery points let’s be real.

Oh and you can swap out Prestidigitation for Gust I guess. Spooky winds and stuff. Either this level or next level depending on your DM.

LEVEL 18 - SORCERER 8

Your last Ability Score Improvement... You’re gonna have to ask: what’s more important to me? More Metamagic, or more Eldritch Invocations? If Metamagic is to your liking take Metamagic Adept for Careful Spell and Distant Spell along with two more Sorcery points to use on them. If you like Eldritch Invocations though Eldritch Adept has a ton of options as a level 10 Warlock. I won’t tell you what invocation to take (they’re all great boosts but none of them shout out at me as something you should prioritize) as there are plenty of options to make your own Vex now that they’re all grown up.

I can at least tell you what spell to take: none of them! Wait until next level!

Oh and you can swap out Prestidigitation for Gust I guess.

LEVEL 19 - SORCERER 9

9th level Sorcerers can learn 5th level spells which means you’ve finally caught up to your Warlock slots. And look at that: the good wish Tasha gave you one last way to weaponize Shadow. Bigby’s Hand does a bunch of cool stuff and is pretty much the ultimate way to make Shadow crush some normies. (Most literally.) Alternatively if you want to borrow from Viego Enervation will let you heal from the mist and also do some damage. Great if you’re stuck in a corner with a bunch of annoying normies.

LEVEL 20 - SORCERER 10

Our final level is the 10th level of Sorcerer for one last spell, one last cantrip, and one last metamagic option! For your metamagic it’s honestly about time you take Quickened Spell to up your DPS. For your cantrip take Mold Earth to dig holes in the sand and brood. And as for your leveled spell? Honestly I just like Synaptic Static, and there isn’t much else I want anyways.

FINAL BUILD

PROS

We’re all doomed. But you’re more doomed - 5th level spells pack more than enough punch, and you’ve got plenty of them. Warlock slots will always be at your fingertips, and Sorcery points give you plenty of flexibility too!

I can feel it: someone’s happy over there! - Along with giving you a temporary hitpoint shield Form of Dread puts a nice bit of CC on all your abilities. Keep enemies scared and sad with tons of Doom and Gloom!

Ugh. Stop copying me Shadow! - Hounds of Ill Omen are cool. Summon Shadowspawn is also cool. Bigby’s Hand is especially cool. And hey: even your lower level Concentration spells like Hex? They’re pretty cool too.

CONS

Ughhhhhhhhhh this is gonna take foreeeever! - You’ve got limited fumes, even for a coffeelock. Form of Dread has limited uses and there’s only so much spell slot melting you can do to get your magic back.

I’m dancing... Happy? - You’ve got a really boring set of really normie skills... and if you’re playing Vex the way she’s meant to be played you’re probably not going to use any of them except for Intimidation.

Yup; the glass is half empty - Half your levels are Sorcerer levels, meaning you’re squishy. You’ve also got Mage Armor on which guess what: also means you’re squishy. People who hit teenagers sure are lame but it’s really not hard to Power Word Kill you.

But I guess you’re pretty cool overall. Shadow’s an alright partner and you can spread Ruination even without Viego. Trudge around and get people to frown for once. There’s nothing wrong with being sad, and there’s nothing wrong with wanting the world to be sad. But do try to at least be happy out of character, because we play games to have fun. I mean, who’d play a video game that just makes you depressed and angry?

(Artwork by @AzzylumArt on Twitter.)

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Home for the Holidays | Robert Pronge (aka Mr. Freezy) x reader

summary: robert is tired of pretending to be normal, he’s tired of the shitty holiday known as christmas and he’s really fucking tired of watching his adorable, innocent next door neighbor without getting a real taste. luckily, he has a plan to solve all three of these things.

word count: a bit over 5k

warnings: smut (noncon, vaginal and anal), gunplay, bondage, stalking, kidnapping, slight-to-medium breeding kink, innocent!reader, lots of degradation, blood mention, pain kink, spitting, implied age gap (??? kinda), cringy and disturbing dirty talk, maaaaybe the darkest thing I’ve ever written… proceed with extreme caution

Robert hated the holidays. The fact that it was too cold to sell ice cream was a factor, sure, but he didn’t like anything else about them either— the cheesy music, the stupid advertisements on TV, the gaudy decorations everywhere… he wasn’t sure if there was anything he liked about this time of year. Getting gifts would be nice if he actually had any friends or family to do that with. Giving gifts sounded like too much fucking work anyway. He was sick and tired of this stupid holiday and the way it started sooner every year, too.

This year, when he heard Jingle Bell Rock on the radio for the first time of the season, something snapped. He wasn’t going to just sit idly by and let the holidays come and go. He wasn’t going to avoid and half-tolerate all the dreaded ‘cheer’ and ‘spirit’ like he had for the past few years. No no, this year was going to be different.

This year, he was going to get a Christmas present for himself: you.

He’d been watching you for a long time, since the day you moved in next door. It wasn’t often that a young woman lived alone around here, and for good reason. Still, you had this air of blissful ignorance about you— you never caught him spying on you, for one, and when he was spying you were always off in your own little world, listening to your records, daydreaming about god-knows-what. He wished he could know, because he figured it was something innocent and wholesome.

You weren’t all innocent and wholesome, though. He’d seen you doing the things you did when you were totally alone (or at least, you thought you were), late at night, cuddled up under the covers…

He wanted to see more, though. He wanted to see everything. And he was tired of waiting.

He was on his porch when you came home, and he waved; you waved back, your hands obscured by big fuzzy mittens. Damn did he miss the summers, when you would wear tank tops and short shorts and wash your car in the sunlight. Now you were all bundled up in coats and scarves, and even though you looked sort of adorable like this, he missed that perfect body he knew you were hiding under there.

You were bringing groceries in from the car, and he could see you had a few bags in the backseat. “That’s a lot to carry, lemme help you,” he offered as he jumped up from his seat and walked towards you.

“Oh, it’s fine, I’ve got it,” you dismissed, but you started to stumble and he had to catch you so you wouldn’t fall and drop your stuff. “Thanks,” you mumbled awkwardly as you caught your footing— you felt so good in his arms he could barely stand it.

“What is all this?” he asked as he glanced into the bags.

“Oh, uh, just Christmas stuff,” you explained. He furrowed his brow as he saw you had bought enough food to feed a whole family.

“Your folks comin’ into town or something?” he pressed, pulling one of the paper bags open to see inside. “Or are you hosting a party I didn’t get invited to?”

“Uh, neither,” you laughed, “my family doesn’t… no, they’re not coming. And there’s no party. I just love cooking Christmas food and I thought, why not? I mean, I’ll freeze whatever I can’t finish and have meals for the next month…”

“So you’re gonna make this whole ham just for yourself?” he clarified, admiring your ambition.

“Yep!” you grinned. “I know it’s stupid, but I just love Christmas and I don’t think I need to justify celebrating it to a grinch like you.”

“A grinch? Says who?”

“Freezy, you’re the only house on the block that hasn’t put up lights yet,” you smirked. “It’s sort of obvious you don’t like this time of year.”

“Are you kidding? I love Christmas! I’m just subtle about it, that’s all,” he decided sternly.

“Really? Are you going to see anyone for the holidays then?” you pressed.

“Uh, no, I’m sort of an… orphan, I guess you could say. No parents or siblings or anything like that.”

“No girlfriend?” you grinned, elbowing him playfully.

“I don’t have a girlfriend,” he laughed, “I just know a few women who would be really mad if they heard me say that.”

“You’re such a dog,” you rolled your eyes. “Will you help me carry these in or not?”

He sighed as he picked up two bags and carried them up to your porch, pushing the door open with his back to set them on your counters. He’d been inside your place a few times— mostly with you there, a few times when you weren’t— and he noticed how much you’d changed in the spirit of the season: an enormous, real pine covered in lights and ribbons; decorative ceramic figures all over the place including Santa, elves, reindeer, and even a nativity on the dining table; stockings on the mantle, god knows who those were even for.

You had literally decked your halls with boughs of holly.

“Damn, woman, you went all out!” he observed with wide eyes.

“Well, I thought it would be nice,” you smiled, although it was a somber smile, “you know, Christmas like it used to be…” you trailed off as your gaze became distant. You snapped back to reality with a little sigh, shaking it off and heading back to the car for another load of bags. He understood that emptiness he saw in your eyes, it was all he felt anymore. Maybe you could change that for him; maybe he could change that for you.

Aw, who was he kidding? He didn’t care about that. He just wanted to figure out what you were hiding underneath those puffy winter clothes. If the smell of your stolen panties was anything to go by, it was going to be worth the wait.

Christmas Eve was just as boring and cold as any other day, except that it was filled with a riveting anticipation. That was probably true for most people, but for Robert it was for something much more exciting than presents under the tree.

Nightfall came early, it being winter and all, so it was already pitch dark outside when it was just about time for him to go over for dinner. He considered smashing a window to get in, but then you might call the cops before he had time to explain, so he decided the easier method was just to knock on the front door. He didn’t really care who saw at this point— besides, who’d be staring out their window to spy on their neighbors the night before Christmas? Aside from Robert, that is.

“Oh!” you gasped when you answered the door. The dark red turtleneck looked even better on you up close, like you’d jumped right out of a Norman Rockwell postcard— or a festive pin-up. He didn’t wait for your approval before stepping in and shutting the door behind him, relishing the adorable look you wore as you stared up at him with the perfect mix of confusion and concern.

“I know you didn’t invite me,” he smirked, “but I figure two people alone on Christmas ought to be together, don’t you think?”

“Robert, I—”

He pulled his gun out from his belt, watching you freeze as he pointed it at you.

“I think you should start making dinner, sweetheart,” he instructed darkly. You nodded quickly, walking to the kitchen as he followed you closely. “What are you making?”

“H-ham,” you stuttered nervously as you turned on the stove before slipping on a cute little apron with white lace around the edges. “With green bean casserole, and some gingerbread for dessert.”

“Sounds delicious,” he grinned, taking a seat at the bar and keeping his gun pointed towards you.

Your hands were shaking as you tried to chop the ingredients, and he tutted a little in sympathy. “Don’t be scared, honey, ‘m not gonna hurt ya. It’s gonna be a great Christmas— just like the way it used to be, huh?”

“Y-yeah,” you shivered, lip quivering, “I… I wish you just would’ve asked if you could have some dinner, Robert, I would’ve happily had you.”

“Oh, you’re gonna have me either way. Up to you if you wanna be happy about it.”

He laughed as he watched your eyes start to water, a meek little sniffle

“Aw, don’t cry, pretty baby,” he cooed, “it’ll make me wanna skip right to the good stuff. But, let’s just have dinner first.”

You stayed quiet after that, cooking in silence as he unabashedly undressed you with his eyes. You looked like a perfect little housewife in that apron; he wanted to see you wearing just that, so he could bend you over the counter and—

Damn, he was already hard, just like that. You’d always had such an effect on him.

He went ahead and took a seat at the table once you were nearly done with the meal, leaning back to let you drape the fancy napkin over his lap (and smirking when you gasped a bit, obviously noticing the bulge in his jeans).

“I hope you like it,” you offered weakly as you set his plate in front of him.

“I’m sure you do,” he grinned, picking up his fork. “You won’t like what’s gonna happen if I don’t.”

You just stood beside him for a moment as he took the first bite, smiling weakly when he hummed in content at the taste. “Aren’t ya gonna eat?” he asked, looking you up and down.

“I’m not hungry,” you explained quickly.

“Suit yourself,” he shrugged, “it’s good. You’re quite the little chef, aren’t ya?”

“Um, I suppose…” you deflected awkwardly.

“Learn to take a compliment,” he hissed, “say ‘thank you.’”

“Thank you,” you replied dutifully.

“That’s better,” he announced firmly, shovelling the last bite of casserole into his mouth before working on the slices of ham. Your ability to follow instructions was a good sign for how tonight was going to go— apparently for all your naivete, you still had a self-preservation instinct. He couldn’t wait to exploit it.

He continued his meal in silence, delighting in the way your eyes watered and your lip quivered. “Alright, sweetie, dinner’s over,” he announced when he was finished. “Time for dessert.”

You shivered slightly as he stood up and approached you. “You want gingerbread?” you asked innocently. He frowned and shook his head, watching you start to cry again as he roughly grabbed your arm and pulled you closer.

“I had something even sweeter in mind,” he informed you with a low growl, taking a big whiff of your scent— that same shampoo smell he was used to by now, mixed in with the new perfume you’d gotten a few weeks ago along with the warm, spicy smells of Christmas. “Been waitin’ so long for this,” he groaned lowly as he leaned down to stare right into your fear-widened eyes.

“N-no, please,” you whimpered, weakly attempting to twist out of his grip, “you wouldn’t—”

“I would,” he disagreed as he turned his gun backwards, whipping you across the head with the handle. He caught you before you collapsed, and hoped you wouldn’t be hurting too much when you woke up. But he would deal with that then. Right now, he had a present to wrap.

There was a radiating ache in your skull. You felt that first as you groggily opened your eyes. The next thing you noticed was that you weren’t in your bed. Looking around, you couldn’t see well because the only light was from your Christmas tree, but you could see that you were naked and bound with ropes. Oddly enough, on top of the ropes was thick red ribbon, gathered in a big bow right at your chest.

What the fuck is going on? you were about to ask yourself, but then it all became clear.

The shadows shifted, and your neighbor emerged from them. You struggled against the ropes as you remembered everything, realizing what was happening. Of course you had always thought he was a bit creepy (who didn’t?) but you were nice to him and he was nice to you. How could you have known he was this disturbed?

“That’s my favorite part,” he purred as he stooped down to be eye-level with you. “The moment when they realize what’s going to happen. You were so peaceful just a moment ago, knocked out and without a care in the world, and now you’re fighting for your life.”

You whimpered into the gag as he smiled at you, running his hands over your skin.

“I mean, not fighting very well, but fighting.”

You tried to kick him as he stepped closer but the ropes made it impossible.

“I think it’s time to open my present, hm?” he grinned. You shook your head but he ignored you, slowly pushing your legs apart and growling a little when he saw your exposed pussy, ripe for the taking. “Look at that, you’re wet,” he laughed. You wrenched your eyes shut, refusing to believe this was happening. “Don’t be embarrassed, that happens a lot. Although I’ll admit, I don’t think any of them were ever this wet before…”

You jumped when his thumb started to rub your clit, the pressure much too intense and unexpected. He laughed at your struggle, and you could feel your walls throbbing in response to the stimulation.

“I know I didn’t need to do all this to get you in bed,” he continued his taunting rant. “I know you wanted me already— don’t think I didn’t notice you makin’ googly eyes at me like a dumb little schoolgirl. If I’d’ve asked you out, I could’ve had you under me after a few drinks… but it’s better this way. You probably would’ve made me wear a condom, would’ve made me be all gentle with ya, some wholesome missionary shit,” he laughed. “I don’t have time for that crap. It’s so much better with your body at my disposal, and you cryin’ those pretty tears.”

The shocks that shot up your spine from the way he was touching you made you feel like your body was betraying you. How could this actually feel good? How was it that the fear burning in your gut was actually adding to your pleasure and not nullifying it?

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he groaned as if he were reading your mind. “I know you love it, little girl, don’t act so innocent. I know you’re not the good girl everybody thinks you are. You’ve been naughty this year, haven’t you?”

Even though logic told you not to play into his twisted game, you felt compelled to shake your head ‘no.’

“Don’t lie,” he warned, “I’ve seen you. I’ve watched you play with this pretty pussy every fucking night.”

You couldn’t watch this any more, you couldn’t look at him while he did this to you. Forcing your eyes shut, you tried to find a place in your mind to run away to. Instead, he slapped you right on your clit and your eyes shot open as you whined.

“Keep looking,” he instructed. “I want you to see it. I want you to know that it’s me. I want you to see what I’m about to put in you.”

He stepped back and hastily discarded his shirt, making quick work of his boots and trousers, too. Then it was just his boxers, and you could see the outline of his erection already. You hoped it wasn’t as big as it looked, but then he grinned as he pulled the fabric down and yep, it was— you tried to squirm away, uselessly.

“Aw, don’t be scared, baby,” he pouted, “I know it’s big, but with how wet you are I bet it’ll fit like a glove. A really, really tight glove…”

He leaned down and pressed his lips right against your ear, rubbing his swollen head through your slick folds as you whined.

“Gloves can tear,” he chuckled. “Gloves can rip.”

Tears stained the ribbon of your gag as you tried to beg him not to, but it was too late— he was pushing forward and spearing you onto him.

“Fuck!” he groaned as he pushed all the way to the hilt, and your eyes rolled back as the stinging, burning pain shot up your spine. “So fuckin’ tight, fuck, can’t believe I waited this long to get my hands on you.”

He pulled the gag down, smiling at you tenderly when you coughed out a cry of pain. “Please,” you sobbed, “please stop…”

“No no, babygirl, I’m not gonna stop. I wanna fill this slutty little cunt with my come.”

Renewed sobs shook your chest as your nails dug into your own palms, each thrust somehow going even deeper than the last, somehow hurting even more.

“Want my come, pretty girl?” he pressed, refusing to let you ignore him. “Want me to shoot my load into this sweet pussy a’yours?”

“No,” you sobbed weakly, shaking your head, “no, no…” you trailed off, chanting it like a mantra as you felt like you might pass out.

“Aw, you’re not on the pill, are you?” he realized with a toothy grin. “Never saw any empty packs in your trash. Are you worried I’ll knock you up?”

“Please, please don’t,” you shivered. There was nothing quite as demeaning as having no recourse but to beg even when you knew it would do nothing. The only thing that came close was the knowledge that your orgasm wasn’t so far off— his cock was slamming right into your spot with every movement, his hips rubbing your swollen clit, and it was impossible to avoid the pleasure that was making your walls tighten around him.

“How could I not?” he countered. “Fuck, you feel so good, how could I not breed this dripping, desperate cunt, hm? There’s no way I’m pulling out now when you’re squeezin’ my dick so good like this.”

“Please,” you repeated, so quiet you couldn’t be sure he heard it at all. You could hardly breathe with his weight on your chest, black static dancing at the edges of your peripheral vision.

“I’ll be honest— I hate kids,” he growled, “never wanted ‘em, but it does sound like a lot of fun to get you pregnant. Would you like that, pretty baby? Bein’ full of my kid? I’d be so nice to watch you get big and know it was all my fault. Think of it like a Christmas gift, from one neighbor to another.”

“Robert, please!” you cried, although it sounded a lot like you were begging him for more as opposed to begging him for mercy. You weren’t sure how that happened, except that you could feel the coil in your gut tightening and tightening and tightening until it finally fucking snapped and you choked on nothing, your walls fluttering as a gush of wetness seeped out between your bodies.

“That’s it,” he groaned, “fuck, what a nasty little skank you are, Jesus… coming so hard from being tied up and abused by your neighbor, who knew you were a total freak?”

You couldn’t say anything, you couldn’t even think as hazy pleasure flooded your brain and you went limp in his oppressive grasp. Exhaustedly, you slumped down and let him use you— all you could do now was hope he would finish soon.

“I mean, I knew,” he laughed, “but damn… you’re somethin’ else.”

He said it with pride in his voice, as your entire body burned with shame. How had you already given in so quickly, accepted your fate and come harder than you ever had before? It sort of made sense that this would be more intense than what you got from getting yourself off at night (and the thought that he’d been watching you made your stomach churn), but why was this so much better than the sweet, loving sex you’d had with your boyfriend way back when, before he’d run out on you? Why was Robert, as disturbed as he was, the best you’d ever had?

“God, you’re so wet, I can fucking smell you,” he grunted through his teeth. “You made such a pretty mess on my cock, babygirl.”

You could hear that he was right, you could feel the wetness that had dripped down to cover both of you— the wet slapping of his balls against your ass was disgusting, yet arousing, and you hated yourself for it.

“Shit, I’m close,” he moaned, “fuck yeah, just like that.”

You weren’t sure what he was referring to until you realized you were arching your back, forcing his cock to hit your overstimulated spot directly. It made jolts of electricity course through your veins, pleasure sizzling just beneath your skin.

“Kiss me,” he instructed, and you were too far gone to disobey as you turned and captured his lips in a kiss, instantly accepting his tongue into your mouth. It was sloppy and forceful and kinda gross and he tasted like Christmas dinner and cigarettes, but it made your walls tighten around him again anyways. Something about his beard against your face made you moan a little, the sound lost into his mouth but unfortunately not unnoticed. “Fuck, I know you love my cock so much,” he purred, pulling back only as much as he needed to to speak— he was so close that his lips brushed yours with every word, those dark eyes staring right into yours until you felt entirely helpless to his gaze.

“Please,” you whimpered, not even sure what you were asking for.

“Best pussy I’ve ever had, you know that?” he praised, grinning as you bit down on your lip. “Yeah, you love being my good girl, you love pleasin’ me, don’tcha?”

“I— I don’t—”

“Just nod your head, dumb baby,” he grunted coldly. After a moment of hesitation, you nodded ever so slightly and he moaned above you.

“Fuck— gonna come,” he informed you breathlessly, “gonna fill up your wet fuckin’ hole, ‘m so close, ah fuck—”

The first pump of his cock painted your insides and you cringed as you tried not to moan at the feeling. His come was hot and thick as it filled you, the faltering thrusts of his hips making your swollen walls flutter weakly. It felt like it would go on forever— his weak groans in your ear, his thick cock pulsing inside you, your breathing quick and fast until it felt like you weren’t getting any air in your lungs at all. It stopped, finally, as he sighed and relaxed a little bit.

“Goddamn,” he breathed as he pulled out of you, making you both wince. Already you felt soreness radiating from your opening, and your face burned as he looked down between your legs. “Look at that, what a perfect little pussy I just ruined. It’s all stretched out and red and covered in my come,” he announced proudly. “There’s a little blood, too, but you’ll be better in no time,” he assured with a smirk. “Red and white— it’s sort of festive, don’t you think?”

You swallowed down the acid threatening to come up your throat— of course he was disturbed, but did he have to be so disgusting?

Again, it was like he read your mind as he grabbed your jaw and forced you to open your mouth, spitting onto your tongue before commanding you to swallow it. Just when you thought you’d reached the limits of his depravity, he found some new way to up the ante. What worried you most, though, was the fact that he’d already come and hadn’t left yet. Deep down, you knew it wasn’t over yet, but you hadn’t accepted it consciously.

“Such a good slut for me,” he praised through his teeth, “I bet I can go again, fuck, you turn me on so much.” Pulling back a bit and gripping his cock at the base, you squirmed a little as you looked at it. “You see this? I’m still hard. You make me feel like a fuckin’ teenager again, I swear.”

“I can’t…” you sighed weakly, your voice sounding all cracked and whiny as it moved through your sore throat. “I can’t take it again…”

“Don’t worry,” he soothed, “I’m gonna give your poor cunt a break… so I can rape this cute little ass.”

“No!” you yelped. “Please! Not there!”

He slapped you quickly before maneuvering two fingers to your other hole, teasing it as he laughed at your pre-emptive wince.

“It’s not gonna be so bad, baby, I’m gonna get you ready for it first, see? I bet you’ll love it, nasty little thing like you.”

The first finger slipped in with a little pop as the tight ring of muscle shifted to accommodate him. You’d never had anything go up that way before, and it was nothing like you could’ve imagined. Hissing in a breath through your teeth, you whimpered as he added a second finger already.

“Just relax,” he instructed. “Not that I don’t love you gripping my fingers with your tight little hole, but it’ll hurt less if you just let it happen.”

You willed your muscles not to tighten even as he twisted his fingers inside you, moving slowly until he was buried all the way to the knuckle and then finally pulling back. The third was a bit more of a challenge as he opened you wider, your fists clenching at the sting of pain. He let his come drip down from your pussy to use as lube, which was undoubtedly the filthiest thing you’d ever experienced. You tried to keep quiet and relax as he told you to, but your fight was renewed slightly as he pulled his fingers out and lined up his cock with your hole.

“Please,” you shivered, “don’t do this…”

“When are you gonna stop fucking fighting it, huh? How stupid are you? You’re tied up on the floor, I already made this pussy mine and you fucking loved it, how much more obvious could it be that I’m gonna do this? You’re fucked. It’s over. Just accept it and I’ll make it good for you.”

“This can’t be good for me,” you hissed through your teeth.

“Well, in that case,” he groaned, interrupting himself as he roughly shoved his cock into your ass. The air was punched from your lungs as pain burned white-hot through your body— it didn’t feel like his fingers had done much to prepare you at all, with the way this hurt. As soon as you had the oxygen needed to do so, you were crying again, loud sobs echoing around your dark, empty living room. “I was gonna be gentle,” he taunted you darkly, “but you had to run that mouth of yours.”

You tried to choke out an apology, but it was useless as he shoved his fingers into your mouth.

“Suck on ‘em, show me what your mouth is good for,” he demanded as you closed your lips and swirled your tongue around his fingers. “Fuck, that’s better. See how good it is when you know your place?”

You couldn’t really process his words, though, as you spent all your energy on trying not to think about how his cock felt in your ass. It was like being full in a completely different way than before, like being opened wider than you knew was possible. He pulled his fingers from your mouth and you hated the moan that spilled out after them.

“Your cunt is getting wet,” he sing-songed mockingly as he leaned back and looked down at it. “You love it up the ass, huh? Dirty bitch.”

You shook your head in denial (even though you could feel that he was right, at least about the first part), but he grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at him.

“Say it,” he grunted. “Admit it, slut. Admit you love getting fucked up the ass.”

“I…” you whimpered, barely able to get the words out even though you knew you needed to if you wanted to prevent him from hurting you worse. “I love… getting fucked—” you stopped to swallow the lump in your throat— “up the ass.”

He backhanded you, hard, right across the face. You cried and gasped all at once, choking on air from the force of the hit. “WHORE!” he yelled right in your face.

You sobbed uncontrollably as he fucked you with more brutality than you’d known was possible. “Please,” you tried to beg, even if you knew it was useless, but it was totally incomprehensible as you shook with the force of your cries, hissing in breaths through your teeth to try to cope with the pain.

“Thought it would take me a while to come again, but your ass feels so goddamn good— fuck, I’m close already. Want me to fill up that tight little ass?”

You shook your head as you sobbed, shaking violently against the confines of the ropes. Distantly, you heard the chimes of your clock in the other room.

“You hear that?” he whispered. “That means it’s midnight— it’s Christmas.”

He leaned in until his hot breath tickled your ear and neck, making you wish you could turn your head away more than just a few centimeters.

“Merry fucking Christmas,” he purred, just as you felt his cock swell and pulse inside you. Your eyes rolled back as you wondered if you’d ever been so full before.

It was a haze after that as he gently untied you, getting his gun out again and keeping it trained on you as he followed you to the bathroom and forced you to shower. Force was a bit of an overstatement, though, considering your desire to clean him off of you as much as possible. “I’m not gonna tell anyone, Robert,” you tried to calm him down as you shivered under the stream of water that hadn’t quite warmed up yet.

“Yeah, well, just in case,” he insisted as he waved the gun pointed in your direction. “Wash between your legs real good, push my come out.”

“Not gonna matter if you knocked me up like you said,” you reminded him. “A paternity test will be evidence enough.”

“Shut up,” he grimaced. “Can’t prove you didn’t want it, anyway. We both know you did.”

You didn’t respond to that, opting to shower silently instead and wincing every time you tried to clean between your legs. You were going to be sore for days, if not weeks.

“We both know I’m gonna be back for more real soon,” he added darkly. “Too good for just one night.”

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seodami · 3 years ago

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Dearest treasure | KTH

Summary: Every kid in town was afraid of Kang Taehyun, the old -slightly creepy- man living alone for years and years in the same run down house. Every night he would go into his backyard with a shovel and dig a hole into the earth. No one knows why and there are kids rumouring about him burying people. Jungwon was a bright kid, wanting to find out the truth behind this widely spread rumour for a school project. And what he found out would change his life forever.

Genre: fluff, angst, flashbacks, story of life, snippets of life, tiny bit humour

Warning: old Taehyun, mention of death, mention of suicide/suicidal thoughts, death

Word count: 10152 (all 3 parts)

Pairing: Kang Taehyun x reader, (Yang Jungwon)

Note: Wow okay so this story took me a while to write and I listened to hours of das music to finish this🥺 this was honestly an emotional rollercoaster. But I’m so glad it’s finally finished so I can post it on here yayyy!!! I hope you like it an enjoooyy (please tell me if you cried I would really appreciate your responses haha bc I did)

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2089 (present)

Deathly silence hung in the air as thick as smog. In Jungwons eyes pooled tears, ready to spill over the edges to fall into free fall and drop heavily onto his trousers. His heart was burning, not finding any suitable words of comfort or understanding for the old man in front of him. His throat felt like it was tied up so tightly, he couldn’t breathe. Oh, how didn’t he know? Oh, how could anyone talk bad behind his back? So much hurt…

Mr. Kangs head hung low, not daring to make any other noice than his sniffling nose. Hot tear drops were silently dropping down, it felt suffocating just watching him so full of hurt and sorrow. Suddenly Jungwon felt sorry to let him relive his whole life together with the terrible pain even the young boy could feel.

“I- I…I never could…forgive myself. It was my fault-“ the once handsome mans face was dark and the wrinkles now seemingly even deeper full of regrets and unspoken words. “You wouldn’t understand, boy-“

Jungwon couldn’t form any appropriate words at that moment and let the sadness let him take away just for a little longer. His story was heavy… he felt like he just heard something he shouldn’t have heard. Something so private and fragile. It had touched him more than he had thought.

“I didn’t want to live anymore… it was all worthless since then… I had no motivation to keep going.” His voice became a tad more stable, yet still quiet and weak. His tired eyes met the innocent boys and for a second the old man could see his younger self inside his big brown eyes. Sadness and nostalgia rolled over him and he averted his gaze.

“I tried ending my life many times since that day- it never worked no matter how much I wanted it… and then I just…I just mouldered…alone, broken- and just a shell of my old self. I wasn’t the once happy, bright, clever boy anymore. I could never be that again…”

Jungwons heart felt heavy, breathing wasn’t bearable. His hands unconsciously reached forward to the tiny lost figure sitting in his sunken mould. It was a simple touch but for Mr. Kang it was the first reassuring and comforting gesture he had received in a long long time. It made him tear up stronger, still staying silent. The young boy wanted to be there for the old man. He wanted to show him that he wasn’t alone in this.

Moments of depressing, yet healing silence passed, just the ticking of the old clock in the dark living room was heard. “I’m so sorry Mr. Kang…” Jungwon finally whispered, unsure if the man spoken to even heard it. He couldn’t do much but be there in this moment. Quite honestly he felt like crying himself. But he wanted to stay strong for him.

“One day-“ Mr. Kangs voice shook a little but he kept talking. “-I remembered the time capsule. My dearest treasure. So long ago. And I made it my life mission to find it. One last moment to hold onto and…look back to.” A thick single tear slowly rolled down Jungwons cheek. So that was it. That’s why… and everyone had dragged the vulnerable man down, putting even more dirt into his deep wounds.

“I-I searched everywhere. But…but i just…forgot. It’s my last wish before I finish this…” life he wanted to say. Finish his life. It made the school boy unbelievable sad. Oh how much he must’ve suffered his whole life. And before Jungwon could’ve decided differently, a strong feeling of wanting to help and support creeped up to him.

“I’m gonna help you Mr. Kang. We will find your treasure.” Jungwon reassuringly took the heavy, wrinkled hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. It was the first time since that day, that he felt hope again. Just a tiny tiny splinter but it was there. Hope.

The next hours, both of the males digged holes through the whole garden, not saving any sweat, too focused on finding the mans greatest desire. Mr. Kang had already reached his limit after three holes, following with the 14 year old boy leading him towards an old wooden garden bench to rest on. Jungwon on the other hand was full of verve and energy to fulfill his dearest wish. To find his dearest treasure. Mr. Kang watched him with surprise and thankfulness, never had anyone gone all the way out to help him with something so important to him. There was never someone who he could’ve went to. After that day, he had broken off all the contact with his old friends. He wanted to feel alone at some point. He deserved the pain. That’s what he had always told himself. But now he was old and weak and just wanted nothing more than to be finally reunited with his beloved family. He missed you everyday. He heard his daughters laughters everyday. And he saw his son running around outside in the garden everyday. He finally wanted to be with his family everyday.

It had already gotten dark and cold at this point, Mr. Kang had brought the hard working boy a jacket and a warm tea. The sun was already long gone, just the small lights from the veranda and from the street shined over towards them. Jungwon was still digging, his once tidy school clothes now full of dirt and dust and drenched in sweat. He couldn’t give up. He knew that. So he kept digging and digging. The moon was fondly watching at the pair below, shining just a tad brighter tonight for them. Short friendly small talk about school went quickly over to heartfelt conversations about life and this and that. Nobody, not even the moon, would’ve thought that the bitter, lonely 87 year old Taehyun and the bright, cheerful 14 year old Jungwon would’ve ever even crossed paths, yet life showed again how unpredictable and full of surprises it could be. This night, a tight bond between the two men was woven. So unexpected but yet so lovely.

The clock already told them it was 6 minutes before midnight when another noice cut through the silent night air. A metallic sound. Gasping, Jungwon threw the shovel away, excitement now rushing through his veins. He fell onto his knees, not caring about the moist soil on his trousers. His hands digged through the last part, brown earth now sticking behind his nails, and moments later, he pulled out a medium sized metal box, securely wrapped in plastic. Jungwon felt like he just won the Olympics, he felt like he did it. He did it…

A quick gaze onto the bench showed him the sleeping old man, now seeming even tinier than before. With shaky steps and a weird feeling of proudness and fulfilment, Jungwon waddled over to the sleeping form, gently waking him up. The box in his hands was tightly in his grasp, not letting go. Mr. Kangs heavy lidded eyes flew open in an instant when he saw the metal box in the boys arms. Tears burned in his thankful eyes, reaching towards it with shaking arms. Everything felt heavy, yet his heart felt the lightest it had felt in a long long time.

“Thank you…so much.” Tears were now unstoppable rolling down his cheeks. It squeezed Jungwons heart, knowing he could make this man happy again, fulfilling his last wish. The both of them moved up to the house again, warmth engulfing them with its now familiar scent. Comfort. The old man reassured the boy to stay but seeing the box being opened, Jungwon felt as if he got to see something way too private. But he stayed, looking over the sniffling mans shoulder when he pulled out a small pink toy dolphin. His hands were shaking. “This was my daughters. It was her favorite toy when she was…two years old.”

Taehyuns heart clenched, seeing all his treasures in front of him. He desperately pressed the small toy against his chest, letting all his emotions in. It was intense, yet it was all he ever wanted. Seeing the familiar drawings of a green giraffe, sitting on a cloud with a family next to it. He could read all their names above the figures. Oh Taehee…

Looking through the photographs, old memories surfaced and made the man tear up even heavier. He didn’t knew how much he really had missed them. It was as if his empty shell was slowly filled again, reliving all of your best and worst moments. He saw a picture on his old friends Hueningkais 18th birthday. All of his friends were there, cake smeared all across your faces, the brightest smiles someone could ever see. The day he had first met you… Another picture had all of your friends sitting around a small bonfire, being cuddled inside blankets. Taehyun saw his younger handsome self smiling unsure into the camera with you sitting beside him. He could only laugh sadly at the memories of your camping trip where he first had kissed you, the guilty feeling just as clear.

“She looks so happy here…” Taehyun noticed with a testy smile, gently touching your face on the picture, seeing you and him laying on a bed, arms tightly slung around your frame, as you held the camera. His large eyes showed nothing but the purest form of love as he looked over to you. Oh he was such a lovesick fool. “You were a pretty couple…” Jungwon whispered, glancing over the handsome young man and the pretty women. He wished to find someone in his life later, he could look at with just as much love as he did. Taehyun nodded, pulling out the next photo. It was the two of you kissing in front of the Eiffel Tower in Paris, big smiles on both of your faces. Taehyun remembered, it was when he courageously decided to fly around half the globe to you to fix your relationship. He didn’t want to give you up, thank god he didn’t. Another photograph showed you holding your first ultrasound picture, tears streaming down your face. You were both so young and already on the way to becoming parents. It was scary, yes it was one of the most scary moments in life but it was all worth it. The next picture showed you in the hospital bed, looking weak, yet happy. Taehyun was kneeing down next to you, his gaze focused on you and the tiny newborn baby in four arms. A tear dropped down onto the photo but he quickly wiped it away. “Our little Taehee…”

The next picture showed a kissing couple dressed in a gorgeous white dress and a neat black suit. The priest between them was smiling fondly at the newlywed couple. On another one he could see the couple dancing in midst of their guests, white petals laying all over the place. Taehyun sobbed, holding a hand over his mouth. Jungwons hand reassuringly squeezed his shoulder. He was there for him. Taehyuns and your parents were dancing next to you, he could see his friend Yeonjun and Beomgyu dancing with each other playfully and many more of their closest circle. It had been so long. And he missed it. It was such a happy memory.

There were other photographs with you being pregnant, both of your baby pictures, your friends and your parents and a ton of little Taehee running around bubbly in her adorable dresses and overalls. Taehyun hadn’t seen these pictures in a while and it tore his heart into a million pieces. The last picture was inside your new house, the house he never could bring over him to leave. You were all sitting on the carpet, smiling into the camera. The little baby boy snuggling closer in his blanket and the girl pressing a soft kiss onto his tiny head. Taehyuns arms were slung around your frame, head laying on your shoulder relaxing. They were so happy. So happy.

He pulled out an edition of your favorite book with a hand written text inside: ‘For Taehee and Taejun- may they find wisdom and happiness in their long lives. From mum and dad’ Taehyun remembered. Oh he remembered everything. You two would always read this book together since your honeymoon, where you discovered it in one of the local bookstores. Since then it had always be your favorite book. And it hurt him seeing his children never got to read it. Their future was just robbed because of one moment. It was unfair. Why did he get to live when they couldn’t? He never understood.

The last thing Taehyun pulled out of the box was the pink letter littered with dozen of glitter stickers. ‘To my love’ stood on top of it in your cursive handwriting. He gulped, knowing exactly this was made for him personally. It was the letter he dreaded reading. The moment he waited for. The reason he wanted to find this box in the first place. His love. Jungwon stood stiff and still next to him, not daring to say a word. With shaking fingers, he carefully opened the envelope without tearing it. He could immediately recognise your pretty handwriting and already teared up when he read over the first sentence. ‘To my dear love Taehyun, whom I always love’ with another nod, he dared reading through the heartfelt letter.

‘So this is where life led us, what? To be quite honest with you, my 17 year old me would’ve never thought about marrying the handsome boy from Hueningkais birthday party, let alone have his children and buy our first house together. Life went wild with us, am I right Tae? But I regret nothing. Not even when I stole your favorite hoodie out of your closet without you knowing. Everyone was so done with my reckless personality and I often felt misunderstood in my younger days as you know. But you just always seemed to just see the best in me. Even when I felt like giving it all up. You were always there for me. And you were the only one to fully understand and accept me how I am. This is something I never told you in person but I can’t remember how life was without you before. In my mind, you were always there and I know that you will always be there for our family in our long future. I hope when you read this, we are both still happily married, watching our children and grandchildren laugh about all our ridiculous photos inside this box. And Taehee, oh she must be so happy to see her favorite toy again haha. Taehyun, you are my best friend, my first love, my first heartache, my true soulmate and the best husband in the whole world. You are and will always be my love, no matter how time will turn our lives around. We are always together. I love you always,

Your dearest wife Y/N

(P.S. don’t worry about getting old, you are still my handsome prince I fell in love with!)’

At this point, Taehyun was a sobbing mess, not caring what the young boy might think of him. This letter had touched his soul, his deepest heart. He felt every word you’ve written just as if it was you whispering each of them into his ear. He never felt the urge that strong before to be by your side, hug you, kiss you all over your face, tell you how beautiful you were and whisper how much he loved you and would forever. His life made sense only with his family by his side. There was nothing left to live anymore for Taehyun. And he knew that for a long time already.

Jungwon in this moment didn’t knew what to do anymore. He felt like he had fulfilled his mission, making the old man happy for a last time. With quiet steps, he took his video camera, he totally had forgotten and put it in his backpack laying on the floor abandoned. It was his sign to leave, let the man dwell in his emotions and memories. He was done here. With careful steps he went closer to the sobbing man again, softly putting his hand on his shoulder. He looked up as if he knew what the boy was about to say.

A small smile was on his wrinkled lips, clenching on the boys heart. He weakly pushed himself up just to pull the sweaty, in dirt covered student into a warm embrace. It was the first hug since ages it felt like. The hug remembered Jungwon of his own grandmother and tears stuck in his throat. He missed her. “Thank you so much, Jungwon. You are a wonderful kid. You’ve fulfilled my dearest wish. I will forever be thankful to you. May you be blessed forever. You were the only one willing to listen. Thank you.” Jungwon nodded in his shoulder, trying not to burst into tears on the spot but failed nevertheless in the end. He was so glad seeing the happy man in front of him, now seeming even younger than before. The deep sunken eyes didn’t seem frightening anymore. They were warm and welcoming. He could see sparkles of youth inside them. Yes, Jungwon did the right thing.

When the clock showed sharply half an hour past midnight, Jungwon bid his farewell to the man, he weirdly would consider his friend now, knowing he could sleep well tonight. Taehyun insisted on him keeping the jacket he gave him as well as one of the pictures inside the box for his school project and as a token of gratitude. On his quiet walk back home, he smiled endearingly down to the old photograph he carefully held in his hand. It was the last picture. Where the family of four smiled happily into the camera, sitting onto the fluffy rug Jungwon recognised now. He would treasure this picture forever. It was a generous gift, knowing how important it had been to Mr. Kang. He was so thankful.

The next day, Jungwon excitedly presented his project in class. Even though his mother yelled at him concerned where he was until this late, he managed to edit the video for his project, tearing up in the process but still felt motivated to keep going. It was important that he made this his best project. Not for him or his grade, no, it was for Mr. Kang. He was determined to change everyone’s horrible opinion about the old man.

It was eye opening for everyone. Even Park Jongsong, the scary older student, couldn’t come up with a counter attack and stared wide eyed at the screen in front of the class. It was freeing, knowing that just a bit of courage and kindness could lead you to such wonderful moments. He changed everyone’s opinion about ‘Killer Kang’. And he managed to make an old sad man happy again.

After school, the kind student hurried over to Mr. Kangs house. In bright daylight, the garden looked like a battlefield with tons and tons of freshly digged soil laying all around. Now with a much happier feeling, Jungwon crossed the chaotic lawn, knocking energetically onto the old wodden door. After a while he still hadn’t heard any steps so he tried knocking again. “Mr. Kang? It’s Jungwon. I wanted to show you the finished project. It went amazing.” The boy excitedly bounced on the balls of his feet, too giddy to stand still. There was still no answer, so Jungwon made his way towards the backyard, now being familiar with every inch. He had a weird feeling in the pit of his stomache.

And when he saw the open veranda, the old man sitting in his mould on the old couch, Jungwon let out a relieved breath. With careful steps not to step inside one of the many holes in the ground, he made its way over to Mr. Kang, not without knocking on the wall outside. Still no answer. Maybe he hasn’t heard it or he was sleeping. Jungwon waddled over to the familiar couch, seeing Mr. Kang sitting in his usual spot with his eyes closed. He looked so peaceful, Jungwon first thought the old man was sleeping tightly. Yet when there was still no answers or reactions from his side and when he noticed there was no movement of his upper body, he understood…

Mr. Kang passed away last night. Tears welled up in Jungwons eyes and he heavily let them flow when he saw all the contents of the metallic box scattered around the small desk in front of him. The photos, sorted into time accuracy, the book untouched, the adorable drawings of his young daughter, the green giraffe smiling cheekily at him. The pink letter was open and the neat handwriting was still the same as yesterday. And in Mr. Kangs hands, layed the pink toy dolphin.

Jungwon went onto his knees beside him on the fluffy carpet, letting his hot tears fall freely without restrictions. He may had lost a friend today but he knew deep down, the old kind man was happily reunited with his family. He had gained everything he lost. And for that…how could Jungwon still be sad?

For now and forever, the courageous 14 year old boy, who acted righteous and kind, carried Kang Taehyuns life story out into the wide world, spread his last words so no one would forget the once mysterious man everyone feared to look at. Kang Taehyun, a man who got everything he wished for and then got it taken away from him. A man, who loved dearly. A man, whose story would never be forgotten.

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cheri-translates · 4 years ago

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[CN] Victor’s Night Meeting Date (Eng Translation)

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, 夜会之约, which has not been released in English servers! 🍒

Important references are made to Victor’s Return Home Date, which has not been released in EN. Do read that first before proceeding :>

[ This date was released in CN on 26 October 2020 ]

The red light makes its countdown from 99 seconds. Victor pulls on the handbrake, turning to look at me.

Victor: What are you looking at - the rules of the competition?

MC: Nope. I’m checking to see who’s participating in the competition, and whether there’s anyone I recognise.

Half a year ago, Victor sent out invitations to small-and-medium enterprises - LFG’s investees - inviting them to participate in a simulation competition in Loveland City.

The winner of the competition will acquire a fifty million dollar investment from LFG.

A few companies politely declined, feeling that LFG was too lofty. But a few open-minded young CEOs were willing to participate.

And I am one of them.

Victor: Goldman is responsible for this competition, so you can look for him if you face any issues.

MC: Does this mean Goldman will have all the contact details of the participating CEOs?

I hold up the notebook laptop in my hands and show it to him, deliberately giving him a sincere smile.

MC: Do these business elites have good editing skills, or are they truly this handsome?

A sudden drizzle descends from the gloomy sky.

Victor taps on the steering wheel indifferently, his ring finger clicking the windshield wiper.

Victor: There isn’t a discrepancy between the actual people and the photographs.

MC: So they truly... have their merits.

Probably because my awe sounded too genuine, Victor’s eyelid twitches slightly.

Victor: You could look for them yourself to get their contact details. The reason why LFG is holding this competition is to allow for interaction among elite businessmen from different industries, and to expand their network.

MC: ...yes yes yes. A few days after interacting with them, we’ll be able to clarify what they are good at, what sort of personalities they have, and whether there’s a possibility of collaboration in the future. To a start-up company, financing channels that can provide these resources are even more important than the funds themselves. Victor... I know all this.

Victor: But?

MC: But according to the rules of the competition, I have to be locked in the hotel for a full seven days.

Victor turns a deaf ear to me. He pushes the handbrake, stepping on the accelerator.

In a soft voice, I continue sending out hints.

MC: Don’t you have anything else to warn me about? For example, to take care of my safety?

Victor turns the steering wheel to the right, casting his line of sight to the rearview mirror.

Victor: You’re very safe in LFG’s hotel. There’s nothing to be cautious about.

With this, the logo of LFG’s hotel comes into view.

I reach out to unbuckle my seatbelt, but Victor stops me.

Victor: I’m driving to the underground carpark.

MC: The rain isn’t that bad. Alighting me at the entrance will do.

Victor doesn’t respond. He has already passed the gate, and has entered the carpark.

After coursing through the familiar carpark, the car pulls up in front of the elevator.

Since it’s still early, only a sparse number of cars are in the carpark. The surroundings are quiet, and there’s not a single person around.

...I first glance at him out of the corner of my eyes.

MC: I’m off.

Victor: Mm.

Then, I unbuckle my seatbelt.

MC: Are you going back to LFG now?

Victor: Mm.

After a pause, I take my handbag.

MC: I’m... leaving now?

Victor lowers his eyes slightly, releasing a very soft chuckle.

He’s doing this on purpose! I immediately push the car door open--

A hand suddenly lands on the right side of my forehead. I subconsciously turn my face to the left. He leans forward, pressing his lips to my hair.

Victor: Be safe.

His low voice encapsulates a mildly teasing smile and breath. It’s as though he’s giving me a tiny, tangled compliment. Even his lowered voice is mixed with cheerful satisfaction.

I nuzzle my head into his palm. His sleeve and wristwatch slide downwards, revealing the edge of his palm and his long, slender fingers.

MC: You too. Drive safely.

After disembarking from the car, I turn around again and wave at him.

MC: I’ll strive to win the competition!

Goldman: Firstly, I’m grateful to all the participants for coming here despite your busy schedules.

Goldman: I trust that everyone has taken a cursory look through the rules of the competition before coming here.

Goldman: In this competition, you have to study an LFG acquisition case, and produce an analysis report from any perspective.

Goldman: The employees will be distributing the case study materials to the participants. According to the rules, the submission date for the report is the final day of the competition.

Goldman: In the meantime, everyone can use the leisure time in the evening to work on this task.

Without a lively atmosphere that other competitions have, Goldman informs everyone about the important topic of this competition the moment everyone takes their seats.

The meeting room is on the 32nd floor. The view outside the window features Loveland City’s financial centres and tall skyscrapers, the glass windows of every building refracting rational, cold light.

Enveloped by the overcast sky and light drizzle, the entire business district looks extremely serene.

Very soon, hardcopy versions of the case study materials, as well as a USB drive containing the files, are in my hands. The sound of paper can be heard as the people around me start reading.

After a while, the participants exchange glances, and start discussing softly.

??: Business plans, meeting minutes, financial statements, employee resumes... LFG is letting us look at every brick of SE.

??: It was worth making the trip here - this is all insider information! It’s such a waste that there aren’t contact numbers on the employee resumes, so I can’t tell who is who.

??: I like this topic. It’s in line with Victor’s style.

Out of all LFG investments, SE - a network video platform - was its worst.

When the information was first announced, every financial platform used phrases like “LFG’s Battle of Waterloo” or “Victor’s wrong decision” to attract attention.

Even though many people have already forgotten about this matter with the passage of time, Victor, without doubt, still remembers it.

In the evening, I read through the materials, which span over three hundred pages, seriously. Every day and night that Victor revisited SE’s business model flashes past my eyes.

Victor must have found a lead here, and clearly identified every minor detail resulting in SE’s collapse.

Now that I’m the one in his shoes, can I do it?

Feeling drowsy, I clip up my fringe and lean against the chair, staring at the ceiling.

My phone suddenly rings. It’s a certain someone’s special ringtone, and I’m so surprised that I jolt awake.

Victor: How was today?

MC: It was very enriching. I made so many new friends, and participated in the most difficult ERP Sand Table Simulation in my entire life. I even had a seafood buffet in LFG’s hotel, which is deserving of its reputation. What about you? Are you still in the office?

[Trivia] An ERP (Enterprise Resource Planning System) Sand Table Simulation (沙盘模拟 - “sha pan mo ni”) is a relatively new teaching mode of accounting in China, which cultivates one’s ability of business operation, coordination and interpersonal communication. It basically simulates the operation of an enterprise, which includes marketing, production, logistics, financial centres, etc.

Victor: Mm.

MC: Are you standing at the window looking at the scenery?

Victor: Mm, I just realised that the rain has stopped.

I draw back the curtains, looking at the night view beneath my feet. It’s already very late, but the lights from office buildings illuminate the night distinctly.

They even reveal the sharp and lonely colours of the cloudy night.

This is one representation of “business”.

Before the collapse of the magnificent SE, its building was often lit up - a starlight converging with the city’s night scene.

The same goes for LFG’s building.

MC: Once you’re done, head home early to rest.

Victor: Are you preparing to sleep?

Looking at the tiny mountain of materials on the table, I let out an anguished wail.

MC: CEO Victor, don’t you know how demanding the rules you set for the competition are? How could I be sleeping at this time!

At the other end of the line, Victor cannot help but laugh.

Victor: In that case, I’ll wish you the winning prize?

MC: Sure, I accept your blessings!

This is the fourth cup of coffee I’m having today.

Time is tight, so I’m unable to comb through every single one of SE’s business proposals and then formulate them into words. I need to go straight into the heart of the matter, and hit the nail on the head!

Even so, I stare at the file on my laptop which currently spans over thirty thousand words. There’s a sense of unease in my heart.

Did I include too much nonsense?

It’s already the evening of the fifth day, and I’ll have to submit the report in 37 hours...

Restless and anxious, I down the remaining half of my americano, then draw a bunch of squiggles on my draft.

The doorbell suddenly rings.

A possibility flashes in my mind. I run over frantically, looking through the peephole at the person standing outside.

MC: W-wait for a moment. Victor, wait for a while!

With fiery speed, I rush to the dressing table to tidy myself up, then rush back to open the door.

Victor: Did I come at the wrong time?

MC: No you didn’t...

Before I finish speaking, Victor reaches out to touch the pimple patch on my forehead.

Victor: What’s this?

MC: Worry, internal heat, loss of sleep, supper... The main reason could be the fried chicken I had for supper the day before yesterday.

Victor: You don’t know how to eat something better even with the competition funds from the company.

Without waiting for him to continue, I press him down onto the sofa in the living room.

MC: Let’s continue our chat later. Hold on, I’ll tidy up some things!

It becomes evident that I have some issues estimating how long “a moment” is.

By the time I finish combing through my outline and prepare to do a further refinement, more than an hour has passed. Victor remains seated on the sofa, waiting for me.

I blink at him guiltily.

Victor: Are you done?

MC: Not yet, but I can take a break~

I walk over, kneeling on the empty space on the sofa, leaning my entire body onto him.

Victor shifts closer, placing a hand on my waist in a habitual manner.

Victor: How’s the competition?

With a frown, I shake my head.

MC: As of now, I’m ranked in 13th place. Your fifty million dollar investment wouldn’t reach me.

Victor glances at the outline and the half-completed draft in my hand.

Victor: You still want to compete when you have no prospects?

MC: Of course. I’ve already worked on this for so long, so I should at least produce something.

I tilt my head on Victor’s shoulder, taking another look at the report I've spent days writing. The more I look at it, the more dissatisfied I am. So, I just heave several deep sighs.

MC: But some of the competitors are really formidable. I can tell that they’re treating this competition as a game - they don’t put much heart into it, and they aren’t very serious about it. Even so, they win very easily, and take the lead very easily.

I say excitedly, straightening up and facing Victor.

MC: For example, the CEO from Yao Yue, the media company, has won me over. During the ERP Sand Table Simulation on the first day, he actually went to other groups to poach members halfway through. And poaching other people was just the first step. Once their funding chain was in operation, they went around purchasing other production lines, and continuously expanded their scope.

Victor smiles faintly, his expression reflecting a tacit understanding.

Victor: You aren’t bad either. Goldman told me that among all the competitors, you were the first one who thought of capitalising on rent to construct the production line.

MC: You said it yourself - whatever isn’t prohibited in the rules is permissible.

Furthermore, Victor had prepared for numerous eventualities during the game, and arranged for Goldman to react accordingly. Nobody’s creativity can disrupt the process of the game.

Thinking about this, I once again feel disheartened, plopping myself back atop Victor’s chest, looking at the report that I have no idea how to amend.

MC: As compared to them, I’m still far behind... It’s so difficult to surpass you.

Victor suddenly lapses into silence, his hand on my back.

The air-con in the middle blows out rustling wind. It’s very soft, but I hear it very clearly because of how quiet the room is.

Accompanying the regulated white noise is the comfortable warmth from Victor’s arms. Four cups of coffee doesn’t seem to be of much use.

Drowsily, I stare at a sentence on the report, warning myself repeatedly: I can’t sleep yet.

Perhaps noticing that I haven’t spoken for a long time, and that I’m so tired that my eyes have drifted shut, Victor gently takes the file away from my hand.

MC: ...I’m not sleeping.

Hearing my indistinct mumble, he lets out a resigned chuckle.

Victor: Are you going to continue amending it?

So tired that I can no longer open my eyes, I give him a nod, rubbing the side of my face on his chest.

The scent of a fresh bath entwines with cologne, twirling around the tip of my nose. It’s such a pleasant scent that it makes one feel as though breathing is a kind of luxury.

Likely not knowing how to deal with me, Victor holds onto the file and doesn’t move.

It’s only until I hug his waist contentedly like a cat which has had its fill of being coquettish, that he flips through the file, probably wanting to have a quick look at what I’ve written.

After a while, he touches the ends of my hair.

Victor: The overall reasoning has no issues. But regarding the marketing strategy...

I reach out to cover his mouth. Because I’m not looking, my fingers fumble on his face for a moment.

MC: This is a competition, so you can't help. And this is my competition, so I can do it independently... Also, you specially came over at night just to comment on my report?

Victor: Why else do you think I’d be here?

I open my eyes lazily and look at his chin. With a hum, I bury my face into the crook of his neck, coquettishly blowing into his ear.

MC: Teacher Victor...

MC: I’m calling you ‘Teacher’ not because I want to talk about business methods and progress in work.

Victor doesn’t say anything. He places the file on the coffee table. After a pause, he speaks softly.

Victor: You never mentioned that your goal was to surpass me.

MC: I have, but you didn’t take me seriously...

I rise from his chest, giving him a firm look.

MC: I’m not that silly to think that just because I’ve won a few media-related prizes and produced a few good programs, I’m already on the same level as you. You’ve been taking care of me in a greenhouse, keeping out the wind and rain for me. All I can do is to make a few flowers bloom under your meticulous care.

The lenses of his thin spectacles reflect the warm and yellow ceiling lights. Behind the lenses, there are deep emotions in Victor’s eyes.

Victor: When did you have such a thought?

My line of sight falls onto the file on the coffee table. On the first page of the report, the words “SE” have been circled with a pencil.

MC: When SE got into trouble, you flew to France and were so busy that you didn’t sleep for days...

MC: And when you were back in the country, you spent half the year arranging for the sale of the property and didn’t tell me a single word about it. That’s when it started.

This has been a knot residing in my heart, and I've never brought it up to him.

I really wanted to help even a little, but I didn’t manage to do anything.

Unable to be needed by him, unable to become a person he can face difficulties with... A voice in my heart has always been reminding me of such a reality. And I'm not going to simply resign myself to it.

Victor: What happened with SE is just an example. We’re from different businesses and different fields. There’s no need to compare yourself with me. Also, I’m older than you. When you’ve reached my age, you might attain the achievements I have today.

Victor lifts his head to look at me, his eyes filled with his usual resoluteness.

Although I only said one thing, he seems to have understood everything.

Victor: You’ve never been a flower I’ve been raising in a greenhouse. At any point in time, I do need you very much. When SE was in trouble and the PR Department couldn’t communicate with the media, they talked to you about it. It’s not as if you weren’t of any help.

You tilt your head to look at him. Furrowing your brows, you bite your lip.

MC: Could we not talk about such general principles? I can understand them, but the things I can do are always limited... Which is why I’ll not give up on this goal.

Victor sits upright, closing the distance between us. His grip on my back tightens slightly, and his voice is even lower than before.

Victor: Who was the one who said she didn’t want to talk about business methods and progress in work?

Victor: Is the phrase “I need you” also considered a general principle?

I lower my head and chuckle, pushing at his chest lightly with my fingertips. He doesn’t pull back. Instead, he shifts forward even more.

Victor: What do you think I specially came over so late at night to do?

His voice carries with it his exhaled breath, reminiscent of a silk thread on my collarbone, causing a ticklish sensation to surface.

I have no choice but to lift myself up, cupping his cheeks in my hands.

MC: Teacher Victor, you look very good in spectacles.

[Note] AND THEN EVERYTHING FADES TO BLACK AND YOU KNOW THINGS ARE GETTING SPICY

Victor: Still amending your report?

MC: I will. I’ll amend it after you leave.

Victor: In that case, when do you want me to leave?

MC: ...

MC: I still have an entire day tomorrow.

Victor: Are you sure?

MC: ...don’t tempt me!

Victor: I’m seeking your opinion. The decision rests with you.

🌹 MOMENTS 🌹

Victor: Looks like the dishes in LFG’s hotel are passable. A certain someone actually put on weight after being locked in for seven days,

MC: Fried chicken! Five star recommendation! The breaded chicken thigh paired with plum sauce was so delicious that I was on the verge of tears!

Victor: I’ll give you an opportunity. Bring your proposal over and exchange it for the secret recipe for the dipping sauce.

Victor: Looks like the dishes in LFG’s hotel are passable. A certain someone actually put on weight after being locked in it for seven days,

MC: Not just the dishes - the wine was also very good!

Victor: When did you secretly drink wine?

Victor: Looks like the dishes in LFG’s hotel are passable. A certain someone actually put on weight after being locked in it for seven days,

MC: Every meal was a buffet, so it’s difficult not to gain weight...

Victor: A greedy cat always has many excuses.

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The holiday season is here and everyone’s starting to get busy the Moriarty brothers are no exception to this. Sebastian, Fred, and James were helping the Moriarty trio fix the decorations of the residence for it is already Christmas.

The snowy weather gave them a chance to wear their comfortable coats and sweaters to keep them warm, Sebastian was cleaning the area as requested by Louis, Fred was checking out the other decorations with James, and the trio were fixing the tree. They were fairly busy whilst Y/N stood there by the door and observed them, the female had arrived minutes ago, but they haven’t noticed her presence for the past five minutes.

“Albert nii-san, do you need help up there?” The voice of William rang through the female’s ears as she observed each one of them, it seems they were too busy to even notice that she was standing right by the door. “It’s alright, I got this.” The older Moriarty’s voice was heard as Y/N continued looking at them, it was very convenient that Albert got the chance to spend time with his brothers during Christmas.

“Ahem...” Y/N cleared her throat to catch their attention and almost immediately, their heads immediately turned towards her direction and stopped what they were doing for a solid 5 seconds. “Y/N” cheered James as he welcomed the female in, “welcome!”

“Hello, Y/N,” greeted William as he smiled at her, “did you just arrive?” The female smiled at them and said, “no, actually, I have been watching everyone for the past five minutes.” James made her sit and told her to relax whilst they fix the decorations of the residence as he walked away to tell Fred that the decorations were already looking great.

“Apologies, we haven’t noticed,” said William as he gave the female an apologetic smile. “It’s alright, it was nice watching you spend time together,” said the female as she stood up and waved at the rest. Moran gave her a nod, Fred timidly waved at her, Louis gave her a warm smile, and Albert was a little busy with the top of the tree.

“Are you sure you’re okay up there?” asked the female as she watched the older Moriarty place some decorations on the tree. The older Moriarty gave her a hum before looking down, “oh, Y/N, welcome.” He smiled at the female and reassured her that he was okay, he continued with his activity as the female walked towards Moran and asked him if he needed any help with cleaning.

“Do you need help, Sebastian?” asked the female as she smiled at him, the male shook his head and said, “it’s okay, I’m almost done, Louis might scold me if I’ll pass the responsibility to you.” The female let out a giggle at his statement and nodded at him, Louis noticed she was walking around the room, possibly looking for a task she could do to help them.

“Take a seat and relax,” said the youngest Moriarty, “you’ve arrived not too long ago, relax,” Moran complained about how he made him do a task as soon as he arrived, but Louis brushed him off and brought the girl to the couch. “I’ll get you something to eat,” said Louis, he was about to walk away until the female grabbed his wrist. “No, it’s alright, I insist,” said Y/N.

“Aren’t you hungry?” asked the male. “I’ll eat with all of you,” replied the female as she smiled at the younger Moriarty, the other males heard her statement and tried to hide the blush dusted on their cheeks. “Alright, we’re almost finished,” said Louis as he smiled at her and walked away.

It took them around three minutes before they could sit down all together and entertain each other, they weren’t expecting anyone to come over and wanted to spend this Christmas with their small circle of friends that they treat as family.

“Oh, I won’t be staying for long,” said the female as she stood up, she could’ve sworn she saw them frown and she immediately felt bad, “I meant I have somewhere to be, I’ll be back.” This made the rest of them feel better and smiled at the female, “do you want us to accompany you?” The female shook her head as she grabbed a sack that was filled with gifts.

“Before I leave momentarily, I want to give you guys a gift,” said the female as she opened the sack and grabbed the first three gifts. She walked towards the brothers and handed them a large red box tied with a yellow ribbon and a letter attached to it, Albert took the box from her and set it on the table.

“Is this for the three of us?” asked Albert as he read the letter that was attached to the ribbon. The words “Merry Christmas, my dear Moriarty brothers” were written in beautiful penmanship on the piece of paper, the female nodded at Albert as he and the other two smiled at her.

Albert untied the ribbon and lifted the lid of the box, he took out the items that were placed inside and chuckled, there were three matching sweaters for each of them. The colors of the sweaters were personalized for each of them; red was for William, green was for Albert, and purple was for Louis. They had matching designs despite the color difference, Albert handed the other two sweaters to his brothers with a smile.

The three of them let out a chuckle as they looked at the sweater that was knitted by the female, “it’s adorable.” The three of them complimented in unison and it made the female’s cheeks turn red. “We love it, Y/N, thank you,” said William as he carefully placed the sweater inside the box alongside his brothers.

“I would’ve knitted you a sweater too,” said Albert and almost immediately, Y/N let out a giggle and said, “it’s alright, I’m not expecting anything in return.” The female smiled at them before saying, “your time is the best gift I could get from you.” The three immediately blushed and tried to avoid her gaze, they gave her a flustered smile and mumbled a ‘thank you’.

Y/N giggled before walking towards Sebastian, Fred, and James, the other three smiled at her as she grabbed their personalized gift boxes. She took Sebastian’s first, it was a medium grey box tied with a white ribbon, and just like the Moriarty brothers’ gift, there was a letter attached to the ribbon.

She handed the box to Sebastian and smiled, the male immediately accepted the gift and took it from her, he read the letter and the words “Merry Christmas, dear Sebastian” written on the piece of paper in a neat penmanship, he pulled the ends of the ribbon and untied the gift box as he took the lid off.

Inside was a neatly folded black jacket, he took it out and examined it, the jacket had grey buttons and his name was embroidered by the chest area. “I made that for you,” said the female as she fidgeted with her thumbs, the male looked at her and smiled. “Thank you, you have great sewing skills,” complimented the male as he neatly folded the jacket and placed it in the box.

The female thanked him and grabbed Fred’s gift, it was a medium sapphire box tied with a black ribbon and like the other two, there was a letter attached to it with the words “Merry Christmas, sweet Fred” scribbled on the piece of paper. Y/N handed the box to him with a smile, the male looked at the box before taking it from her and stayed silent.

He read the letter and a small smile ghosted over his lips, he pulled the ends of the black ribbon and untied it, he took the lid off and looked at the contents inside the medium box. Inside was an azure blue knitted scarf that was most likely made by the sender, Y/N.

He took the scarf out and it was fairly the right length, his name was embroidered by the hem of the scarf in a cursive font. He switched out the scarf he was wearing to the new one that Y/N gave him, he buried the lower part of his face with the scarf as he folded the old one and placed it in the box.

“It’s comfortable,” mumbled Fred, “thank you, Y/N.” She could not see it, but the male was smiling at her, the lass smiled at him and giggled at how adorable he looked, she diverted her gaze to the charming man and grabbed his gift.

Y/N handed a medium mauve box that was tied with a yellow ribbon to James, the male smiled at her as he accepted the gift, he placed the box on the table and read the letter with the words “Merry Christmas, darling James” written on it. The charming man smiled as he pulled the ends of the ribbon to untie it, he lifted the lid off and saw a topcoat inside the box.

He took the topcoat out of the box and looked at it, he proceeded to wear the coat and smiled at the female, “I love it.” The female smiled at his compliment, “thank you, love.” The little nickname he gave her made the lady blush, but she tried to brush it off. “I’ll be right back,” said the female as she took another sack that seemed to have three gift boxes inside, “I won’t be too long!” She waved at them as she left whilst the boys grabbed their personalized gifts for the lass, she has no idea how many gifts she’ll be receiving today.

She walked through the cold streets of London before calling for a cab, she sat inside the carriage as she looked out the window and admired the amount of decorative lights that were all over the streets, children were singing, people spending their time together, and people giving gifts.

It was a pleasant scenery to watch, but it all had to end when her ride stopped. “We’re in 221B Baker Street, my lady,” informed the coachman, the lady thanked the male and left the carriage. She stood in front of the door with “221B” placed on it, she took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

The door opened and she was greeted by Miss Hudson, the young lady smiled as she greeted the landlady, “Miss Hudson, Merry Christmas!” The landlady greeted her back in return, “Merry Christmas, Y/N! Come in,” she invited the lady in and thanked her for visiting.

The lass entered the humble home of Miss Hudson and thanked her, she informed her she wouldn’t be staying for long as the lady brought her to the lounge. Sherlock, John, and Mycroft were present in the room and almost immediately, their attention was all on Y/N which made the female a little conscious.

“Y/N, hey!” John greeted the female as he stood up and offered his seat, the female smiled at him and rejected the offer as she wouldn’t be here for too long. “Oh, thank you, John, but I won’t be here for long,” said the female as she smiled and greeted the Holmes brothers. “I’m here to drop a gift,” confessed the female, “if that’s okay.”

“It’s okay, go on!” said Miss Hudson as she encouraged the female to continue. Y/N grabbed the first box that she laid her hands on and it was Sherlock and John’s gift, she walked towards Sherlock and handed him the medium blue box decorated with an orange ribbon. The male smiled at her as he grabbed the box and opened it, there were two matching blue scarves and each had a name embroidered by the hem of the scarf.

One was John’s and the other was Sherlock’s, Sherlock gave the other scarf to John and wore his, John looked at the scarf and wore it as well before looking at the female with a smile. “Thanks,” said Sherlock, “we’re matching?” The lady nodded as he smiled at him, “we love it,” said John, “thank you, Y/N.”

The female smiled at them as she looked at the older Holmes, Mycroft smiled at her as she grabbed his gift box, it was a black box tied with a pale yellow ribbon. The lady handed the box to him as she smiled, he took the box from her and thanked her for the gift before opening it. Inside was a personalized embroidery gift that included his first name embroidered with a cursive font, he looked at the female and smiled at her.

“This is fascinating, I’m sure it took you quite a while to make this for me, I shall cherish this, thank you,” said the older Holmes as he kept the gift inside the box and closed it, “how thoughtful of you to give us gifts that were made by you, it takes time and effort to do all these, thank you, Y/N, we appreciate it.”

How sweet of him, the female felt like she was about to cry, she smiled at the older Holmes and thanked him. She looked at Miss Hudson and smiled at her before handing her a pink box tied with a yellow ribbon, the landlady smiled as she thanked the female and took the gift from her.

“Oh thank you, Y/N, really,” thanked Miss Hudson as she hugged the gift close to her chest, “I shall open this in my room, thank you.” The female smiled at Miss Hudson and the boys, “I must get going now.” Sherlock suddenly stood up and spoke, “not yet, young lady.”

“Did you think we’d let you leave without giving you gifts?” said John as he smiled at the female. The lady smiled at them as she accepted four gift boxes coming from them, she thanked them several times before waving them goodbye and leaving their house.

It was a bit of a struggle for her to carry all four into the Moriarty household. Luckily, Louis was right outside the door when he saw her arrive. He immediately helped her bring them inside and welcomed her home. Y/N thanked the younger Moriarty as she took off her coat; the other boys greeted her as she smiled at them.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N!” cheered the six boys as they handed her more gifts, she was surprised at the amount of gift bags and gift boxes that were all for her, she let out a giggle and smiled at them, “thank you, boys. Merry Christmas!”

☎ 𝒃𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒚'𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆: here’s an early gift for you all! i hope you enjoyed! i’ll be taking a short break from writing, i hope you darlings would understand! however, i will be opening character interactions soon! look forward to it as i’ll post the rules soon! thank you, darling! don’t hesitate to come over and visit the bibliotheca again!

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impala666 · 4 years ago

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The One With The Dozen Lasagnas Part Four (Buh-Bye)

Here we go! Another episode done, I can’t even believe it!

Last Part (Part Three), Series Masterlist

You had been playing foosball for quite a while with Monica and the both of you were kicking Chandler and Joey’s asses. Unfortunately, at one point both of the men were becoming such sore losers that they traded you for Ross, but even with the new addition; Monica now doing literally all of the work and sometimes even switched places with Ross. So now you stood at the end of the table next to Phoebe after she had come over to explain that she told Rachel what had happened with Paolo, also Paolo had arrived so Phoebe decided to give the both of them some time. “I think she took it pretty well.” Phoebe told all of you, while you nodded your head in understanding. “You know, Paolo’s over there right now, so.” Phoebe said to you and Monica, meaning that Rachel probably needed her girlfriends to be with her at a time like this.

“We should get over there and see if she’s okay.” You added, hinting at Monica to finish the game.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Monica agreed with you as she yet again switched places with Ross. “Just one...second. Woo, score!” Monica cheered as the ball went down the guys side again and she turned to celebrate with her brother. “Come on.” Monica said to you and Phoebe as she opened up the door, before you could follow Phoebe and Monica across the hall you turned quickly and you and Joey made eye contact so you smiled and winked him a goodbye.

Yourself, Monica, and Phoebe all sat on the couch. You all decided to pretend to be watching tv so Monica held the remote in her hand, but the tv wasn’t even on. All of you had the plan to not seem like you were spying, but you had to admit that you were doing a terrible job. As soon as you saw Rachel dump Paolo’s clothes in his suitcase down from the balcony you just couldn’t look away. “How’s it going?” You heard Ross ask as he closed the door and came to watch out the window as he leaned on the couch.

“Don’t stare.” Monica warned him. “Okay, she just finished throwing his clothes off the balcony. Now there’s just a lot of gesturing and arm waving.” Monica filled in the blanks, and she also tried to keep filling them in but went a step too far, even though it was funny to you. “Okay, that is either, “How could you?” or “Enormous breasts.””

“Here he comes.” You announced to get everybody’s attention, which was good because just as he was climbing over the window the four of you shot up and ran in different directions just to make it look like you weren’t just watching Rachel’s entire conversation. But of course all four of you chose to stand in the kitchen just so you could watch Paolo’s walk of shame. Phoebe took a drink from the refrigerator, Monica polished a glass, Ross flipped through mail, and you ate some chips that were left on the counter.

“Uh, I am, uh, to say goodbye.” Paolo announced to all of you slowly so he got it right. But he didn’t seem all that upset at what was happening which made you just want to punch him in the face and kick him in a place that would not be very friendly.

“Oh, okay, bye-bye.” Phoebe waved to him with a smile on her face.

“Paolo, I really hate what you did to Rachel, but I still have five of these so heat it at 375 until the cheese bubble.” Monica told the man with a pissed off look on her face as she reluctantly gave him one of her lasagnas. The Paolo stopped in front of you as if you were going to say anything.

“I don’t know why you think I’m going to say something, I didn’t really like you to begin with. You were always kind of odd. So, all I want to say is good riddance.” You told him before you turned back to the thing you were snacking on.

“Paolo,” Ross started as he held the door open for the man. “I just want to tell you and I think I speak for everyone when I say…”Ross ended it with just slamming the door in Paolo’s face, which in your opinion was the perfect way to end this.

“Oh, just look at her.” Phoebe sighed sadly as all of you looked at Rachel all alone on the terrace. All of you were about to go out there to make sure that she was okay, but it seemed that someone had a different idea.

“I really think only one of us should go out there so she’s not overwhelmed.” Ross told the three of you, which made sense.

“Oh, you’re right.” Monica agreed as she took a step to go, but Ross grabbed a hold of her arm and pulled her back before she could get too far. “And I really think it should be me.” Phoebe and Monica looked at each other confused, but you couldn’t help but shake your head and smirk as you watched him head out to Rachel. But it was about time he did something and took a step in the direction of the possibility of being with her.

Monica, Phoebe, and you sat at the kitchen table eating one of the lasagnas when you noticed that Ross and Rachel had made their way back inside. “Hey, honey, are you alright?” Monica asked, running to give Rachel a hug to which you and Phoebe followed. Monica and Phoebe hugging her sides as you hugged her facing her.

“Medium.” Rachel answered as you all hugged. “Any cookies left?”

“Yeah.” Phoebe said as Monica and you followed the two over to the chair to indulge on cookies and eat your feelings with Rachel.

“See, Rach, I don’t think swearing off guys altogether is the answer. I really don’t. I think what you need is to develop a more sophisticated screening process.” Ross rambled to her to try and change her mind so she would consider dating him.

“No, I just need to be by myself for a while, you know?” Rachel spoke and you ladies nodded with her, all of you sitting on different parts of the armchair. “I just got to figure out what I want.”

“Uh, no,no.” Ross disagreed as he made his way to the fridge. “See, because not all guys out there are gonna be a Paolo.”

“No, I know.” Rachel agreed with him on some extent, but then she started to talk without thinking. “And I’m sure your little boy is not going to grow up to be one.” She managed to realize what she had just done when her eyes opened wide and she stared at Phoebe in shock and you and Monica looked at each other in surprise before looking at the others.

“What?” Ross asked her to make sure he had heard what Rachel just said.

“What?” Rachel asked quickly, hoping that Ross had just misheard that entire thing.

“I-I’m having a boy?” Ross asked as he felt the excitement growing in him, but he just needed confirmation first.

“Uh, no.” Rachel just didn’t know how to fix this after her big mouth opened. “No, no, in fact, you’re not having a boy.” She scratched awkwardly behind her ear.

“I’m having, I’m having a boy.” Ross started repeating as the news got more and more real to him. “Huh? Am I having a boy?” He couldn’t take it anymore.

“YOU”RE HAVING A BOY!” All of you cheered as you jumped up from your seats and you all ran over to give Ross a hug.

“I’m having a boy!” Ross exclaimed as he picked Monica up and spun her.

“What is it!?” Chandler and Joey burst in with worried looks. They came over when they heard shouting, but when they saw all of the smiles they calmed down.

“I’m having a boy. I’m having a boy.” Ross repeated to them.

“Hey!” They both cheered for him, but then they realized something. “We already knew that!” They both cheered as Joey and Chandler hugged each other. After a couple of seconds when you looked back at Ross it looked like all of the color had drained from his face.

“I’m having a son, umm.” Ross mumbled as if he just couldn’t believe it.

*******

Monica was over again and she was playing game after game after game of foosball. But it was so late that you couldn’t keep your eyes open as you sat at the counter peninsula in your pajamas, your hand resting on your chin as you felt your eyelids getting heavier. “Yes! And that would be a shut-down!” Monica cheered as she scored another point.

“SHUT-OUT!” Both of the boys yelled at her in anger of losing again, but it made you groan loudly when it woke you up a little. Chandler and Joey shook their heads as Chandler started to make his way to his way to his room and Joey walked over to you and out his hand on your lower back as he helped you up and let you lean your sleepy body on his and he started to help you to his room.

“Where are you guys going?” Monica asked in surprise. “Come on! One more game!” Monica whined like a child.

“It’s 2:30 in the morning.” Joey told her in exhaustion and impatient as he kept rubbing your back.

“Yeah, get out.” Chandler told her, but still playing off of the shut-out thing earlier.

“You guys are always hanging out in my apartment. Come on, I’ll only use my left hand, huh? Come on, wussies.” Monica wiggled her left fingers as she tried to taunt the guys. Joey made sure that you were up and standing on your own before he and Chandler walked over to Monica and each grabbed one of her arms and lifted her off the floor.

“Alright, okay, I got to go.” Monica said as you waved at her, thinking they’d put her down. “I’m going, and I’m gone.” Monica announced as her feet hit the floor in the hallway and ran her way across back to her own apartment. Once the door was closed you thought that you could finally crawl into bed with your boyfriend but it seemed he and your brother had other plans.

“Another game?” Chandler offered his roommate.

“Oh yeah.” Joey immediately agree, causing you to let out a sigh and look up at the ceiling in exhaustion as your hands fell to the side.

“Whatever, I’m going to bed.” You grumbled.

“Goodnight, sis.” Chandler called as he stepped to his side of the table.

“Goodnight, baby.” Joey called to you as he just hit the foosball to start yet another game.

#friends rewrite #friends #reader #Joey Tribbiani #joey tribbiani x reader #bing!reader #sister!bing #chandler bing #rachel green #ross geller #monica geller #phoebe buffay #Ross and Rachel

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batarella · 4 years ago

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The Commander - Part 5 (Arkham Knight x Reader)

ATTENTION ALL PASSENGERS ABOARD THE SMUT TRAIN. YA’LL NASTIES NEED A BREAK FROM ALL THE SMUT. TODAY I PRESENT SOME ACTION, ANGST, MORE BACKSTORY, AND FLUFFFFFFFFFF

WORDS: 3034 (yeah they’re getting longer) WARNINGS: A LIL BIT OF FLUFF AT THE END. MOSTLY ANGST.

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The Arkham Knight couldn’t be human. He only ever spoke in the fewest words. And when he did, it was either in the coldest indifference, annoyance, or anger. Mostly in anger. His identity, his past, what he liked and didn’t liked, no one knew about.

In fact, the Commander seen the most about him out of everyone the Knight meets in the Militia. And she doesn’t even know if he had a real name. He was only addressed to as the Knight, and his anger had been built up since he was very young, the Commander deduced. His remarks came out of him like it was in his nature to be an asshole at times. But she could tell it had evolved overtime. Like something brought out the worst of him and now he was this dark, cynical entity no one can touch.

Though she wasn’t any different, basically torn out of her mother’s womb and brought to a firing range.

Gotham City was never kind to her. And her to Gotham. They’d reached the top of a medium rise apartment building, one that stood directly across some kind of event that had people flocking to the edges of the street. The Arkham Knight hid his armor under a large red hoodie, making him look bigger than he already was. He had his hood on over a cap, so no one could see his face. Beside him was Militia Commander Y/N. She had on a bomber jacket and some loose cargo pants to hide her own suit.

They eyed the GCPD police car parked just outside the event grounds, and about three policemen scattered about to maintain its order. One of them was leaning against the hood of the car. The second one, a very heavy man, was standing right in front of the crowd at the stage. The third was at the farthest, making rounds around the perimeter.

The Knight watched the three move, blurring out the cheering crowd and the noises they made. The Commander waited, patiently.

The Arkham Knight’s voice was course. “Go.”

She moved fast, leaping from the top of the roof down its rusty fire escape. Her feet landed from ladder to ladder until it splashed onto a puddle left over from last night’s rain. Commander Y/N made her way down the crowd, keeping her head low as she practically disappeared.

She could only fire from this distance. The Commander had three shots, and a special gun that wrapped around her wrist. All she had to do was press the button on her thumb, and it would fire just as good as any pistol.

Except this one fired more than just bullets, and it was more silent than even a whisper.

One on the car to her right, one at the stage in front, and one at the far back.

At the corner of her eye, she saw the Knight behind the crowd, his hood covering more than half his face. His eyes were on her, waiting.

He nodded.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

She raised her arm, staring to pull her hair to a tie. It pointed right at her right and she fired.

One.

She turned, so casually it was like the sun had just caught her eyes. Her arm facing behind her, she fired again.

Two.

Then her hair was in a ponytail, she smoothed it, then brought her arms to her front. Just narrowly missing a passerby, she fired.

Three.

Done. She caught the Knight’s eye. Three trackers landed right at the three policemen’s communication devices peeking just outside their pockets. It was too small to even make out, but the Knight’s hacking device lit up, and they were online.

He toyed with the device, small enough to fit his pocket. The Knight looked like he was just using his phone, even when it wasn’t a good idea to do so in such a crowd. Commander Y/N kept on the lookout, but none of the policemen seem to be bothered.

Hurry up. The Knight continued to fidget. Y/N squeezed on her wrist gun, ready to fire at any threat. A full minute had passed and the Knight threw his head back. He nodded at her. They’d done it.

They hacked GCPD.

Just those three trackers were enough to trace the full source of any communication network GCPD had used. When the night comes, they’ll be ahead of these men by a mile.

Though GCPD was never the real threat.

Commander Y/N nodded back and walked toward the Knight. He handed her the hacking device, which was lit in green.

“Send it to intelligence when we’re back.”

“Yes sir,” she said, stuffing it into her pocket.

Then the Knight looked behind her, at the crowd and the stage in front. The noise had grown louder and a man, the billionaire Bruce Wayne walked to the podium, a bright smile on his handsome face as he spoke.

“Come on,” she said to the Knight. “Slade’s sent the first of our Diamondbacks.”

It took a while for him to look away, though the Knight didn’t look like he wanted to stick around to any more of the festivities. She walked right beside him, her hands relaxed to her side while the Knight kept his deep in his pockets. The sky looked just about as gloomy as the Knight’s expression, and it was freezing. No one looked at them as they turned into an alleyway.

“Just this one?”

“If you’re satisfied with it, another batch arrives tomorrow.”

Then they turned for an abandoned entrance into Gotham’s subway system. It was covered in wooden planks. The Knight tore it off with his bare hands. They jumped in, trying to ignore the smell, as they walked deeper into the tunnels. They were met with a closed gate, and a large circular scanner right at the center. The Knight pressed his palm against it and the gate opened.

The walked father in, the Knight took off his hoodie, then his pants, then he brought out his visor and placed it over his head. “We’re calling Slade.”

The Commander unzipped her jacket, then her loose pants took off to reveal the tighter one in her suit. It was even colder under the tunnels, but she didn’t falter. She followed closely by the Knight’s side, jumping over the old subway station’s portals down to the railway.

Just as they were met with a large figure covered by a dirty white cloth, the Knight pulled out a device from his bag.

It didn’t take long for Slade to answer. He was a holograph, his clothed mask floating above the screen laid flat with the Knight’s hand.

“Where is it?”

“Right here,” The Knight pointed the device to the covered drone. “Commander.”

Commander Y/N jumped to the railway and pulled the cloth off, revealing the finally finished, ready to deploy Diamondback Drone.

“She’s a good lookin’ piece of boom, wouldn’t you say?” Slade’s voice echoed into the tunnels. “Commander Y/N, why don’t you go test it out?”

She climbed up its side. “Were the steering and thrust issues worked out?” said the Knight.

“Nope.”

“Slade, I told you maneuverability and speed are key if these are going to have a chance against his weaponry.”

“Commander, fire at the wall.”

The Commander grabbed hold of its missile launcher and fired.

And it was more like a bomb than a missile, and several shots of it. It tore off what was left of the abandoned cement, spreading its fire around the railway and leaving large holes big enough for a man to crawl in on its walls.

Commander Y/N didn’t look flustered. She wiped the flash of sweat off her forehead and turned to the Knight, who stared intently at the destroyed walls. “Say the word, and I’ll send out a hundred of these. More than enough to take the bastard down.

“More than enough to send your demons free,” Slade said. The Knight seemed preoccupied, and he didn’t flinch when the Commander jumped off the tank.

“Commander Y/N,” Slade said as she approached the Knight’s side. “I’m about to start the final phase of our men’s training.”

“Final phase?”

“I have my standards, you have yours. The way you train these men are different from mine. It shouldn’t take more than a week.”

Commander Y/N nodded, surprised Slade didn’t have to insult her when they’d constantly have to fight over the Knight’s graces when it comes to their preferences.

“Make sure they’re ready for anything he has to throw at us, Slade,” he said to the hologram. Then Slade was gone, and the tunnel seemed emptier with the fires burning out.

The Commander placed her hand on the drone’s side. “It fired three rounds at a time, and its fast. Exactly like the Rattler but it will be harder to deflect.”

“Will that be enough?”

She goes to the front, inspects the damage and looks into the holes. She reaches in, but the missiles have reached too far back. “It should be. This ones’ harder to destroy than all our Rattler drones. Three sensor arrays and a more durable shield over its optics.”

The Knight turned to her as she went on.

“But it doesn’t lock onto its target. The Cobra drones would be a better investment. Even if we had half the number of Rattlers, the Cobras won't have Batman driving around any of the streets without having to encounter one or two.”

“We have enough of those.”

“Never enough to cover even one of the islands by themselves, especially when no 60 mm canon can penetrate its shell. These ones have a larger target right at its sensors.”

The Knight stood directly in front of the drone’s sensor array, with the Commander, running her hands on the right side.

“How old are you?”

The Commander stopped, but didn’t allow herself to flinch. She looked at the Knight puzzlingly and narrowed her eyebrows.

“You know just as much as Slade does.”

“More,” she interrupted. “I know more.”

“Answer my question.”

“What difference does it make?” The Commander sighed, as she circled the tank, keeping her hand to its side. The Knight kept his distance, but followed her. His robotic voice made his questions seem more threatening than personal. She was at the other side, to the left of the drone, when she spoke.

“Twenty-one.”

The Knight came up to the corner, and the Commander reached the front. She turned again and avoided the look on his visor.

“How old were you when you knew how to fire a tank?”

She kept her voice low. This was worse than being screamed at. “Fifteen.”

The Knight didn’t show his surprise, but his silence spoke the volumes for him. “Who trained you?”

“My uncle.”

“When did he start training you?”

“When did this become an interrogation?”

The Knight stopped, and so did the Commander. The stood at either sides of the drone, right at its hood. She stared at him, and he stared back.

“I want to know how you were bred into… this.”

“I fired my first gun when I was five and hit my first target with a rifle when I was seven.” Her voice was expressionless, like he had told these to herself more than to anyone else.

“Your uncle was quite the mercenary.”

“Oh, he was the best,” she said. “But he killed his first target at twenty-two. I was sixteen.”

That… didn’t impress him as much as it saddened him.

“I didn’t have any business being a child. He turned me into this… machine,” she brought her hands to the hood of the tank. “One that just can't miss a single target even if I wanted to.”

“And you turned to sex to air it out.”

The Commander looked up, almost glaring at him. Why the fuck was he asking these questions.

“I’ve only had it a few times,” she said, walking to his side. Then she leaned in, even closer to the Knight. He had his head slightly turned to her when she spoke. “I’ve had it with you the most.”

The Knight didn’t say anything when she walked by him and headed for the exit, grabbing her own bag from the floor. The Knight quietly followed, getting his clothes back out and stuffing his visor inside before they stepped out the subway station.

“We have about three hours,” she told him as they walked down the sidewalk. The noises sank in and she spoke louder. “Then we head for the Batcave before he goes out for patrol, which should be around 10.”

The Knight placed his cap on his head, then pulled his hoodie up. They turned to a corner, back to where the rally had taken place, except the people had left and the sun had started to set. They walked to their motorcycles. “We can wait it out in the cave.”

The Knight approached his bike, but watched as Y/N grabbed her helmet and started the engine. “Wait.”

Commander Y/N stopped.

He took his out his comms, fidgeted with the device and held the earpiece to his ear. It took a while, then the person on the other line answered.

“Slade,” he said. “I’ll have to spend another night in Gotham.”

He turned around, walking farther away so she wouldn’t be staring at him while he talked.

“I’ll be back in less than 48 hours. And it’s a go on the Diamondback, but have more Cobra Drones as well.”

She heard Slade’s voice for a moment. “As much as you can,” the Knight finished. He turned off his comms, then went for his bike.

“Follow me,” he said, taking his hat off and putting on his helmet.

They drove off, and they were going further and further away from where their target supposedly is. The bikes buzzed through, her driving closely at his tail until they’d reached a street littered with no more than five people.

And the buildings were abandoned, boarded up the front entrance. The Commander saw a few homeless men by the alleys, but it didn’t even look like thugs frequented the area. She followed him as they parked their bikes near a dumpster at the back of the building.

“Where are we?”

“We need to go up the fire exit.” The Knight pulled down the ladder. “I used to live here.”

“Go up the third floor, then go in through the window. Stay there. I’ll come back.”

The Commander was still so confused, even as the Knight had started his bike again and drove off.

Xxxxxx

His place was… small.

It must have been years, because there was enough dust to on the surfaces to cause tears in her eyes. Timidly, she sat on the bed. There was only one. Twin size. Pushed up against the wall. He had a desk adjacent to it, and on the other side, the window she came in through. Other than the cramped up bathroom and a closet, that was practically it in his apartment.

But the Knight was still so young. She estimated this place to have been abandoned for five to seven years. If that was the case, he should have been in his early teens, living alone without a parent. Was she right?

She leaned her head against the wall and closed her eyes. Minutes later, she heard the ladders of the fire exit screech. The Knight walked in.

He was holding two pizza boxes.

“Dinner,” he said. “Bottoms up.”

The commander suddenly felt the surge in her stomach. She’d forgotten to eat. She stood, opened a box and helped herself with a slice.

“Why are we here?”

The Knight ignored her and went to the bathroom. It took a while, probably because he had to clean it before even using it. When he stepped out, he looked less bulky. His armor was placed inside his duffel bag which he placed on the floor, before grabbing a slice from the box and digging in.

It was… unusual. To say the least. Y/N’s almost never seen the Knight talk outside the subject of the militia, let alone eat. He leaned his back against the desk, looking at her as he took a big bite. They ate quietly, not even taking a seat when they finished through the two boxes before the sun had fully set.

She slumped back on the bed. “We should head out by now.”

The Knight closed the boxes and threw them in the trash. Then he leaned on the desk, arms over his chest. He didn’t look at her.

“We’re staying here for the night, then we head for the cave tomorrow at dusk.”

“What are we supposed to do by then?”

The Knight licked his lips.

“I know you don’t sleep,” he said. “Back in the barracks.”

“Yes I do.”

“You sleep almost an hour a day,” he cocked his jaw. “Every single day.”

The Commander couldn’t even fathom his concern. This was all too much. “I’m fine.”

“You have tonight, and the whole day tomorrow. I won't wake you up. You sleep as much as you can. When we go back to South America you’ll never catch a break.”

She grew silent and licked her teeth.

“Where will you sleep?”

The Knight stood from the desk, went to his closet and fished out a sheet and a pillow. “I’ll be fine on the floor.”

Fucking hell.

His concern just made her all the more uncomfortable. Just yesterday, you couldn’t tell the man apart from an AI robot.

And the night grew darker. She laid on her back, the sheet dusted off shielding her off from the cold. The Knight faced away from her and laid flat on the carpet. His chest rose a steady beat. But he was awake.

“Can you tell me your name?” she asked. “And how old you are?”

He was startled, but he didn’t turn to look at her. An answer wasn’t the least bit expected. Never from him. But surprisingly, she heard his voice, low enough for it to be easily missed.

“Twenty-two.”

And that was all he said. She turned facing the wall and closed her eyes.

I LOVE YOU ALL. LEAVE A COMMENT IF YOU CAN. I’D LOVE TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS

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breakupspells18 · 4 years ago

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Spells to breakup a couple

To breakup a couple

Throughout everyday life, one is forever discontent with whatever they have. Some of the time you are with somebody and you don't feel it's acceptable however unexpectedly when you separate you understand that you need a similar individual back. In any case, at that point what occurs next that individual is as of now comparable to somebody and is glad that way. Hence around there, you need to go for a spell to separate a couple quickly. This will tackle your concern as that individual will separate and afterward you can get your sweetheart back. So spells to separate a couple quick are very regular in the present time

Spell to separate a couple quick as an assistance is a decent alternative to get your joy. What really happens is here and there individuals need their accomplice back who is with another person or they are disturbed in the relationship they are in but rather they can't break it like this. So playing out the spell to separate a couple quick can be a guide to them around then. It will assist them with understanding why they should have been isolated from the individual and they can have a cheerful life. there are various specialists who can direct you for something very similar and you can achieve their administration however prior to picking a guide you should pay special mind to his attributes, the sort of deeds or serenades he really offers individuals to do and what experience he holds in the field. When you comprehend among the parcel that who is the one which can manage you through the way of playing out the spell then here you go. Your answer for the issue is there. Indeed, even the correct master will control you with its results and mention to you what can anyone do when so the impact of the spell is greatest.

Two or three spells with lemon

To see the genuine wizardry on how a couple can get isolated, you simply need to do a seemingly insignificant detail. For the equivalent, all you require is lemon, vinegar, paper, pen, blade and dark pepper. Firsts thing what you need to do is take up a paper and compose both the names on it. Do remember that there is a hole between the names so you can without much of a stretch cut them out and discrete. Presently pour drops of vinegar on both the paper and afterward sprinkle dark pepper on both of it. When it evaporates now you need to take a lemon and cut it into two sections. As you need the relationship to get acrid, so combine the papers and afterward put between the two parts of lemon. With this lemon will join, holding the paper. Presently freeze it for a day in the refrigerator. At that point toss it and inside couple of days you will see the outcome. This spell will help you experience the separation you really needed to occur. In the wake of doing this spell the couple will not be together again whatever may be the outcome. They will be separated.

Spells to separate a relationship

Separating a relationship when you are worn out or disappointed of it very well may be done easyly. You should simply counsel a specialist and serenade a mantra or play out the custom which is guided to you at the ideal time and day. In the wake of doing that you will doubtlessly see the adjustment of your life. So here is a spell which can help you separation. It is simple but then lasting. All you need is lemon pregnant market and blade. You will take a paper and compose the names of both individuals who are in connection. Presently put it in the middle of the lemon and say lemon down, lemon up, I need a perpetual separation. Serenade this mantra for multiple times and afterward toss both the lemons in inverse ways. You are finished with the spell. Inside a couple of days, you will see that the couple has isolated and whatever they may go for they never would be together. So whenever you are finished with this don't say negative regarding it or the impact will diminish up. While performing likewise does it with full confidence so you get speedy outcomes that too with the best impacts.

fast separation spell administration to separate a couple

On the off chance that you are searching for fast separation spell here you go. This spell administration is so natural however it is so damn sure that it will separate the couple who have been hitched throughout the previous thirty years perhaps. Hence it's exceptionally viable. For this, all you need is lemon, blade, pen, dark salt and afterward fixation. In this way, regardless, take a paper and compose the name of one accomplice on one side and other on the opposite side. After that cut the lemon with a blade into two pieces. Subsequent to doing this u need to place the paper in and say couples head out in a different direction as I discard the lemon you need to recite this mantra multiple times with full focus. Whenever you are finished with it currently put dark salt in it, presently rub them appropriately and toss them on various parts by isolating. Subsequent to doing this spell you will see that couples get isolated just without having any large issue. It would happen rapidly and would be a perpetual one. So be extremely cautious when you do this as it won't ever get them back how enthusiastically you pursue it again.

a few spells that work quick

For the couple to separate there should be an explanation and if there is no explanation than a separation spell is required. So to say a final farewell to somebody you would prefer not to be here is a straightforward separation spell. All you need is a container, some measure of oil, some measure of vinegar, picture the couple, red crisp and dark light. Regardless, first, you will snap the photo of the couple and put one bean stew on every last one of it. Presently join the photographs from the back with cold over it and begin collapsing once. At the point when you do it, at that point one photograph will cover the other one and cold would be in the middle. When you make it like a paper move presently put in a container. In the container currently gather oil and vinegar into a single unit so that the photographs are plunging in it. Whenever you have done this, presently take a dark candle and consume it before them. Presently you should simply play the container and candle confronting each other in a dim room. There ought to be no light in it. Save it for quite a long time and you will see that several isolates as the fire of the candle goes off and the wax dissolves.

separation spell to separate my beau with another lady

There is a typical issue these days that your beau is undermining you or he is dating another lady for the sake of entertainment and isn't not kidding with you. So in that setting here is a straightforward spell which you can perform. To do that all you need is some salt. Presently take a table and spread a medium-sized thick material sheet on it. After that put some salt really sprinkle it and afterward say White salt, free-running salt, help ( name of the individual ) drop out of adoration ( other accomplice's name). Try not to allow them to live in harmony. Allow battles to enter their relationship, let separation be there companion. So be it. Say this spell for multiple times and you are not to contact the salt for ten hours. Next morning take up the salt and spread it on the doorstep of the young lady saying It isn't salt that I am dissipating preposterous wrecker however separation. I'm helping God's worker ( Name of the kid) drop out of affection with God's worker ( name of the young lady). So be it. Rehash this spell multiple times and return home. There would be a moment impact of the spell.

separation spell to separate a couple and carry him to me

Presently this is another spell to get your accomplice back for whom you have been wanting for long. All you need is nectar or possibly sugar, red pencil or pen, paper, one red flame, one image of that individual. In the first place, the spell, light the flame and ruminate. Envision you and him together. Presently on the piece of paper compose your and his name. Presently pour drops of nectar on both the name. After this you need to recite the spell which says with the spell you return, to seal your spirit with mine. I summon the force of wizardry, to overcome ( name of the accomplice) once more. Return to me. Disregard the past from here on out. Everything will be love and enthusiasm between the two of us. Presently break the paper into pieces. Burry the entirety of the paper pieces independently. You will see the enchantment. One thing you must be cautious is that keep quiet. No one should think about it and yes do it with your entire being and trust. Try not to get restless for the outcomes as some of the time the universe requires some investment.

what amount of time will it require to separate a couple?

To separate a couple the occasions can change. It really relies on the spell you have performed. So whosoever master is managing you for the equivalent, the person will as of now educate you concerning the time cycle which will be there for the equivalent. So do it with confidence.

What information do I need to offer to reprieve up a couple

To give a separation to a couple there are sure things which you generally need. That could be the image of the couple, date of birth, complete names, where they live, from how long they are together, perhaps a portion of their having a place, etc. The master may ask you out of this anything to play out the custom.

step by step instructions to a few quick spells

To play out any quick spell you need to take the direction of a specialist. The salt spell, lemon spell there are part more which have moment results you need to see the circumstance and afterward hang tight for the outcome. There is persistence which is needed for the spell with the goal that it very well may be finished.

how would I put a spell, one somebody, to separate a relationship

To put a spell on somebody for the separation is basic by playing out the custom or reciting the mantra. It is simple and you can accomplish the ideal outcome. All you need is confidence and focus and afterward it's totally done. At the point when you are sure about a thing it happens excessively fast.

step by step instructions to separate a couple with an adoration spell

To separate a couple with an adoration spell, you can take a lemon put the name of the individual in it independently and afterward serenade your supplications for their separation. After that toss the lemon a different way and there you go you will have the correct outcome which will fulfill you.

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Along these lines spell to separate a couple quick are there is an incredible number. The correct master can assist you with performing it in a legitimate way. You can undoubtedly complete it for somebody you don't need in your life or for the one whom you need to get back in your life. Spells assist you with accomplishing the bliss you have needed for and that is the thing that a definitive point of your life is. The spell will get

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bitletsanddrabbles · 4 years ago

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WIP Wednesday: Things I Absolutely Did Not Want To Write, But My Brain Had Other Ideas

Me: Okay, brain! Ready to work on the thing we’ve been researching?

Brain: Naw.

Me: How about that new thing you’ve been talking about? Ready for that?

Brain: Mmmm, maybe another week.

Me: Right, then, another research day!

Brain: Nnnnnnnnnnnnnrgh, tired of reading!

Me: .....the Thomas/Mary wedding thing, since you dragged that up last week?

Brain: Pffff, last week’s news!

Me: So what do you want to do?

Brain: Oooooooooooo! BODY SWAP FIC!

Me: *groan* No, brain. Just no.

Brain: YES! YES YES YES YES YES! WE’VE NOT WORKED ON IT IN SO LONG! COME OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!

Me: I hate that thing! That is hands down my least favorite trope ever!

Brain: But it’ll be fun! And new! And different! And we never do things like that!

Me: Yeah, BECAUSE I HATE IT!

Brain: I have new ideas for it! Shiny ideas! Character torture ideas!

Me: ...................you’re not going to shut up about this, are you?

Brain: N.O.P.E.!

Me: .............right then. But after this, we’re at least getting a paragraph of notes on something else, you hear?

“This is the last of it, Mr. Barrow,” Andrew announced, walking in and setting a medium sized box down on the boot room table. There were three there already, one opened with its contents spread over the table, and the other two tucked in a corner.

Thomas looked up from the rather large vase he was examining. “Thank you, Andrew. We’ll go through that one when we’ve finished these.”

“Do you really think anyone will want to buy these?” Albert asked, picking up a very old, very thread bare toy horse that had come out of the open box. God alone knew how long the box had been in the storage attic, tucked away in the back corners.

“Who can say?” Thomas shrugged, reaching for a soft cloth. “Toffs get funny about what they’ll blow money on, don’t they?” Glancing at the horse again, he admitted, “I can’t see that one fetching much, though. Its value seems entirely sentimental.”

Anna, who had come in to fetch some cleaning salts, closed the cupboard she was reaching into and came to examine the horse. She ran her fingers over one of the bare patches. “I might buy it, for Johnny, if no one with real money goes for it. It’s a bit ragged, admittedly, but the stitching’s all there.”

Thomas concentrated on the vase in front of him, not even glancing sideways at the woman and the toy. “Tell Lady Mary you want it, and she might well just give it to you,” he suggested, forcing his tone to be bright and cheerful. He started brushing the dust and cobwebs off the vase. Urn. Whatever you’d call it. The big clay pot with Greek pictures on it. It had to have been in the attic as long as the horse, and it hadn’t been in a box. It was covered in dust and he was fairly certain that when he tipped it over there would undoubtedly be dead spiders inside. At least, he hoped they were dead. They would be soon, if they weren’t already. After all, no matter how ancient your Greek pottery was, it wouldn’t fetch much at auction if it was full of spiders.

“She might,” Anna agreed, setting the toy aside. “But that’s hardly going to help fix (FIND A PROBLEM), now is it?”

“I suppose not,” Thomas allowed. It had been Mr. Branson’s idea, naturally, to auction off some of the family’s old knickknacks, abandoned in the attic for most of His Lordship’s lifetime, to raise money. The only surprise was how readily the family had agreed to it. Thomas had expected more of a fight, but he supposed with Lady Violet gone, there was less sentiment for the fifth Earl’s belongings. “Seems backwards, though, that we should pay our hard earned wages to keep our employer afloat.”

His grumbling earned him a sharp frown. “No one’s asking you to buy anything.”

Before Thomas could reply, Mrs. Hughes came around the corner, her eyes immediately taking in the well-organized chaos. “Goodness. Well, I should hope this should fetch a tidy sum. Enough to get the job done at any rate.” She looked between Andy and Thomas. “Is there anything more to come down?”

Despite the fact Andy and the hall boys had been doing all of the shifting, Thomas answered dutifully. “No, Mrs. Hughes. We’re most of the way through the first box.” Realizing that the piece he was working on had, very obviously, not been in a box, he added, “And I’ve been handling the big pieces.” There was a lamp standing behind him, not to mention an old clock that probably hadn’t walked since the fourth Earl was a boy. He’d probably have to order in parts for that.

Mrs. Hughes nodded. “At least they’ve agreed to a buffet for luncheon. Albert can keep the cold cuts ready well enough.” She turned to Anna. “And Nanny was planning a picnic for the upstairs children for the afternoon. She wanted to know if you could take Johnny for a couple of hours.”

Thomas scowled at the writing emerging under the layer of grime on the pottery. At least he assumed it was writing. He couldn’t read it, naturally, but it looked like the Greek writing he’d seen here and there in books and such. “Don’t know why the woman still bothers. She knows the answer is going to be ‘no’.” She also knew that Lady Mary would insist the picnic go on anyway, and that she take Johnny with her, servant’s son or not. Because somehow Nanny was the only one in the world, or at least the estate, who had a problem with the Bateses’ son being treated like a member of the family. Carson would probably have complained if he were still here, and probably did complain to Mrs. Hughes when she was at home, now that Thomas thought of it, but he had no say anymore. Lady Mary loved Anna and would do as much for her as her own sister, maybe more, and that was that.

Both women turned stern expressions on him and he wished he’d bitten his tongue. “What’s gotten into you today?” Anna asked.

He opened his mouth, but quickly shut it again. More writing and a bit of key patterning emerged under his administrations as he tried to come up with a believable answer. “Nothing, sorry,” he finally said, the words accompanied with a poor attempt at a smile. “Just a bit of a headache from all of this dust.”

Mrs. Hughes eyed him, equal parts stern and concerned. “Mm. Why don’t you take a break and step out for some air when you’re done with that?”

“Yes, Mrs. Hughes,” he agreed, eager to say anything that would keep her from asking any further questions. He turned his full attention to the task at hand, trying to shut out the women's’ conversation. Unfortunately, having the best hearing in the house had its drawbacks. It was impossible to ignore Anna’s assurance that Lady Mary wouldn’t mind Johnny tagging along with the rest, or that she thought some time outdoors would do the children good. He wished he could go and work on the books, something that would at least take attention and, perhaps, distract him from thinking about the fact that Richard was coming to York to visit his parents. He’d be there for two days and, as luck would have it, those days coincided perfectly with the damn auction. He didn’t even need to ask; the notion of the butler being absent for even part of the proceedings was lunacy.

If he’d been a lady’s maid, he’d have had a chance.

If he’d have been Anna, if Richard had been Bates, Lady Mary would have moved mountains to give him time off. His Lordship would have helped. If necessary, Mrs. Hughes and Mr. Carson would probably have taken Johnny, or Daisy and Andy.

He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, pretending to ward off the headache he claimed to have. He was doing better. He was being kinder and people liked him, or at least they liked being able to have a wireless in the servant’s hall. Mrs. Hughes and Baxter cared, to a certain extent at least. Things were better. There was no reason to be jealous anymore, except…

“Um, Mr. Barrow?” Andy’s voice cut through his spiraling thoughts. “What’s that light?”

“Hm?” Thomas opened his eyes. He had just enough time to realize that the letters he’d been clearing off were glowing, like something out of Arabian Nights, before the entire room filled with light. He thought he yelled, both in surprise and pain at the brightness, but it could have been someone else. Or all of them. Or his imagination.

The last thing he was aware of was the sense of falling, then everything went black.

In case anyone is looking at the description of that pottery and going “Erm, that sounds a bit culturally inaccurate....”, you are not wrong. That’s intentional and will be a plot point.................if I ever get to it.

(Heck, I’d suspect the writing was Arabic rather than Greek, but I can’t think of a single reason Thomas would have run across Arabic writing while Greek might show up in a philosophical something or other... That pottery really is off.)

#downton abbey #downton abbey fanfiction #thomas barrow #anna bates #mrs. hughes #wip wednesday #i really do super hate this trope #but my brain really will not give it a rest

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talkfastromance4 · 4 years ago

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Falling into Place--Calum Hood (part V soulmate!au) Final

A/N: this has been a long time coming. Thank you to those who have read and been patient with me while I finished this. This is my first soulmate!au and I enjoyed every minute of it. Please let me know what you think :)

Word Count: 8.5k

Warnings: mentions of TBI (traumatic brain injury) and PTA (post traumatic amnesia) after a concussion, mention of car accident, angst, mentions of smut

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Masterlist

The Click || Measured in Moments || Fractures || Against All Odds

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It’s been a week since Rose has woken up, a week since Calum’s light was restored and destroyed by three little words. Who is he replays on a loop in his head every second of the day. He thinks of that day while he gets ready to head to the hospital, he’s been staying at home during the nights since Rose woke up. It’s easier for her but harder for him.

He lets the hot water fall over him as he remembers the moments after Rose asked who he was.

Dr. Robbins pulled him quickly from the room talking about how Rose has PTA and Calum’s confused by the letters associated with a club of parents at schools.

“It’s Post Traumatic Amnesia, there’s no telling how long it will last but is very common in patients who have been in a coma for so long,” she explained kindly.

“What does that mean exactly?” he asked.

“Rose is in a state of confusion, she’s very disoriented. When we get back in there I’m going to ask her simple questions like her name, how old she is and who the President is. This paired with her traumatic brain injury is going to be very difficult for Rose. I need you to be calm for her and not stress her out, she’s under enough as it is.”

“But…she doesn’t remember me,” Calum stressed, brown eyes befuddled.

“Sometimes that happens, her memory should return but for right now we need to focus on her walking in therapy after we remove the fixator and continue to ask her questions to try and refresh her memory.”

When they went back into the room, Rose’s eyes still fearful and apprehensive, Dr. Robbins asked her the questions aforementioned and Rose answered easily. Her eyes lingered to Calum.

“Can you try and tell me what the last thing you remember is? If you can’t, that’s okay,” Dr. Robbins assured her.

Rose’s brows furrowed as she played with the fluffy fabric of her blanket. “I remember driving…and it was raining and…” her brows furrowed more then lifted to look at Dr. Robbins. “That’s all I remember.”

“Okay,” Dr. Robbins smiled warmly, “let’s get this off of you now, hm?”

Calum stands in the corner of the PT room where Rose practices walking with her crutches. Her arms shook at her first attempt of walking with the aids and Calum desperately wanted to help her but kept his distance. Dr. Robbins had to continually remind him to give her a medium berth since she doesn’t know who he is.

They were distant while she was asleep but now that she’s here he’s never felt so far apart. She’s right within reach and he can’t touch her, hold her.

“That’s good, Rose!” Anna, the PT nurse who’s helping her praises. “Let’s do a couple more lengths and you can go back to the room where Jane and Dr. Robbins will explain the discharge procedure.”

Calum chews on the corner of his thumb, silently cheering his girl on as she continues to hobble across the room. Her determination and stubbornness hasn’t left which is good. Rose is still Rose, the part that loves and knows him just needs a moment to catch up.

After discharge procedures were explained, the nurses and other staff members that helped Rose and provided comfort to Calum, all came to say goodbye to her with a large bouquet of flowers. She was hugged by many before being helped into her wheelchair that Calum would use to wheel her down to his car. Jane would accompany them by carrying the crutches.

While walking down the halls, her flowers in her lap, Calum wanted to bend down and kiss the top of her head. He wanted to find her rose and rainwater smell, something to ease his mind but he held himself back. His knuckles turned white from squeezing the handles so hard.

The car ride is silent as she gazes out the window, her hands lay perfectly still in her lap. Thankfully, the traffic wasn’t bad, so they arrived home in record time.

“Um, I don’t know if you remember but we do have two dogs, Duke and Honey,” Calum informs her. “I’m sure they’ll be excited to see you when we head in.”

“Oh. Okay,” she nods.

He stares at her for a moment, waiting for something more but when nothing comes he gets out of the car and grabs her crutches. He helps her from the car, making sure the crutches are in the right spot then leads the way to the front door.

When he opens the door, they’re greeted by a loud “WELCOME HOME, ROSE!” and thunderous claps. Unbeknownst to him, all of their friends are there with a large banner above their heads for her homecoming. Ashton and Ruby, Michael and Crystal, Luke, and Mali all wore smiles and then the dogs scampered across the floor. Calum stares in shock because he hasn’t had a chance to tell them about Rose’s current state of mind.

Duke and Honey sniffed at Calum and Rose’s legs, smelling hospital but still smelling that they’re family. Calum can feel Rose’s anxiety rising, he sees it in her eyes as she cowers behind him staring at people she loves but doesn’t recognize right now. When she grasps his hand tightly he’s filled with a mixture of happiness that she reached for him but then also sadness because it means something different to her. He’s only a familiar face to her right now because he’s been with her at the hospital.

“Uh, thanks everyone,” Calum clears his throat. “Rose is a little tired and can’t be on her foot too long so I’m going to get her settled.” He turns to her ducking his head near her ear. “It’s all right, you’re safe,” he whispers.

He gives Ashton a look then rests his hand on the small of her back while everyone else is confused at their quick departure.

“Do I know all of those people?” she asks once he’s got her settled in bed.

“They’re our friends,” he smiles sadly. “They don’t know about your amnesia but I’ll them now so they can leave.”

“Okay. I’m…sorry I don’t…remember.” Her brows furrow and she shakes her head. Dr. Robbins said her speech would be a little difficult at times and to be patient.

He has all the patience in the world for her.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, baby—Rose,” he quickly catches himself from using a pet name. He’s itching to reach out to her and comfort her, place his hand on her cheek, kiss her hair; but he doesn’t want to push too much when she feels so lost.

“Can the dogs…stay?”

He smiles then pats his hand on the bed for the dogs to jump up on. They immediately crowd her in snuggles, Duke licks her chin and Honey rests her head on her tummy. Rose smiles and pets them both, her anxiety lessening.

He’s met with confused expressions and a thousand questions as he returns back to the living room. Ashton is at the forefront of it all, his eyes full of concern. Calum explains about her PTA, that she doesn’t recognize him or any of them, and his hopes that it will go away soon. Ruby and Mali cry at the bit of news and the guys are deflated.

“She doesn’t remember you at all?” Crystal frowns.

“No. She knows my name. Dr. Robbins and I have told her we’re engaged but…she’s just really lost right now. Her brain needs more time to catch up.”

“What can we do?” Ruby asks touching Ashton’s arm, her motion including them as a unit. As one.

“For now, go home I guess,” Calum shrugs then sighs. The day’s events are catching up to him. “I’m sorry you guys went through all this trouble. When she’s herself again we’ll have another party, okay?”

“Do you want one of us to stay?” Luke asks.

“I don’t want to overstimulate her. It’s been a tough day.”

The girls give him long hugs before leaving and the guys squeeze his shoulder before exiting the house. Calum collapses onto the couch then pulls her engagement ring out of his pocket. It winks in the light as if mocking him. At the hospital she gave it back to him explaining how she didn’t want it to fall off her thin finger, but it broke his heart all the same.

Calum stays in the guest bed that night and every night after. Both of them don’t sleep that well the first few days. He wants to be with her, and she feels lost in a new unfamiliar place. He’s stressed and she’s stressed. He’s taken up making all of their meals and helps her walk with her crutches.

It’s hard for her to form sentences and she’ll have random bouts of anger in activities that she’s doing. The days mull into one another, it’s as if they’re in a snow globe constantly waiting for the snow to settle. But they’re muddled.

Calum remains very patient with her and takes her to physical therapy and speech therapy and eventually her cast is removed, and she has a boot. He can tell how happy it makes her that she no longer needs to use the crutches and can be more mobile on her own.

He continues to be very cautious with her, never wanting to overstep but he also wants to help her in the worst way. It tears him up seeing her this way, how hard she’s trying.

A week after they’ve been home he finds her paging through one of her poetry books and he gets excited that maybe she’s recollecting something. Then she chucks it to the floor.

“What’s wrong, swee—Rose?”

“It’s hard to read,” she huffs. “Anything. But I see these, and I want to read but I can’t.” her lower lip trembles in her frustration and Calum lifts the book from the floor.

“I could read to you if you’d like? I did that in the hospital while you were…you know.”

She nibbles on her lips then nods. “Okay.”

Days continue to roll on by, he reads to her while they have breakfast, while they sit outside or at the beach. She requests to go to the beach a lot. While he reads she stares at the waves, hat and sunglasses perched on her head; the bright sun hurts her eyes. Calum’s noticed how sensitive to the light she’s become so he made sure he keeps the lights dimmed. Sometimes when she walks she needs to lean against the wall or the nearest chair because she gets a little dizzy, too.

While she holds her head, Calum stands near her until it passes. She becomes frustrated trying to remember things, it’s almost as if she’s forcing the memories to come back about Calum. He makes her favorite dishes but sometimes she loses her appetite fairly quickly. She apologizes profusely but Calum assures her it’s fine and that they’ll be in the fridge if she gets hungry again.

When it’s been three weeks since their home arrival, Calum completely forgot about a rooftop performance the band was doing.

“I can see if Mali can come by and keep you company—”

“I’d like to come,” she interrupts. They’re sitting outside after dinner, the dogs at their feet.

“You don’t have to,” he shakes his head, “I don’t want you to get overwhelmed by the commotion of it all.”

“I’ll be okay,” she smiles sweetly, “maybe watching you play will bring back my memory.”

At the performance Calum keeps his gaze on her the whole time, she’s near the back in case she needs a quick getaway. The workers knew of her situation and the fans did as well, he was thankful they respected their distance but noticed a few of them smile and say hello to her quietly.

When they sing ‘Lover of Mine’ he hopes it will spark something in her because it’s her favorite song. She loved the colors mentioned in the song because it reminded her of the colors she and Calum had for each other. When the crowd cheers a little more loudly he sees her jump and plug her hears.

Without thinking, he removes his bass handing it off to the nearest available hands then runs to her. He ignores fans calling his name and someone from management tries to get his attention as well. When he reaches Rose, he ushers her back inside into a quiet place where it’s a little dark, a large potted plant blocks them from view.

“Are you dizzy?” he asks in concern. Her face is scrunched in pain, eyes filling with tears.

“A little.” Her voice is barely above a whisper.

“Look right at me, focus on my eyes,” he instructs kindly bending down so she can look into his eyes. “Does anything else hurt?”

“My ears…”

“Can I?” he asks holding up his hands and she nods, eyes locked on his and he covers her ears to diminish the noise. Her hair is soft, her skin is warm beneath his fingers. Her eyes move rapidly from side to side as her head continues to spin within, then she hesitantly lifts her cool hands over his.

This is the closest contact he’s had with her in months, his heart is beating hard and he wants to hold her closer but refrains. Being this close she smells like his Rose, roses and rainwater. ‘I love you’ dances on his tongue but he bites it down. Her eyes stop shifting from side to side and he removes his hands from her ears, but their fingers intertwine.

“Okay?” he asks rubbing his thumbs over her skin. He’s filled with elation at holding her hands again, small and delicate but they still fit the same in his, perfectly. She nods.

“Can we go home?”

They leave immediately and he sends a quick text to the guys explaining what happened. Rose never lets go of his hand until she needs to get into the car. Since that day she’s been hearing some sort of song playing in her head, tickling at her brain whenever she looks at Calum.

One day he comes home with his hair dyed blond and he finds her in one of his shirts. It’s his MAINE one that he always loved to see her wear because it really brought out her eyes. She’s making herself a cup of cocoa when she turns at his entrance.

“Your hair’s different.”

“Yeah, I uhh…since I’m like a new person to you I thought a new change would be…helpful?” he makes a face realizing how backward it sounds now that he’s said it out loud. “If that makes sense?”

“It does, that’s nice of you,” she gives him a cautious smile.

“You’re in my shirt,” he points not even bothering to hide his smile.

“Oh,” she looks down, face apologetic. “I’m sorry. I found it and it smelled nice. I can change—”

“No! No, it’s okay it just…it makes me happy to see you in it, that’s all.”

She gives him another small smile then points to the Eiffel tower framed photos on the wall.

“I was looking at these…it makes me sad how happy I look but I don’t remember anything…I’m sorry.”

Calum glances to the framed photos then has an idea. “What if I took you on a little trip to our favorite places?”

Their first stop is at The Dainty Dove when he describes their first date. How he made a reservation at the fancier place across the street but in his excitement he forgot the correct time, so they wandered into this place dressed to the nines. She smiled at the telling of it, the words tickled something in her brain but nothing significant enough.

She loves the food they order and sighs in happiness at the sundae.

“This is the best sundae I’ve ever had,” she tells him, her eyes widening.

“It’s our favorite,” he grins scooping up a mixture of ice cream, chocolate sauce and whipped cream. “We always get it and you always eat the cherry.”

She scoops the red fruit on her spoon then pops it in her mouth, Calum laughs at her playfulness.

The next stop on the second day is at the CBS, Theresa already has her drink and cranberry orange muffin ready at the two chairs where they first met. Theresa reintroduced herself but still told Rose how happy she was to see Rose up and about again.

“This is such a nice little place,” Rose smiles looking around at all the books.

“This spot is where we first met,” he smiles, “well, for the second time.”

“Describe it to me?”

So, he told her how the first time they met was by running into each other outside the front door. Their books scattered everywhere and that’s when fate had them switch poetry books. She listens aptly, nibbling at her muffin. He explains how they both read each other’s little notes in books, how they became dizzy when discovering each other’s names.

“Then, we met right here, in these exact chairs. Your cup fell and when our pinkies touched…it was kismet. Everything fell into place and we went up to your place to talk some more and listen to music. And we…”

“What happened next?”

“We shared our first kiss.”

Rose blushes at that and Calum finds that a small victory.

Their next stop on the third day is at the beach where he throws a blanket on the sand and she pulls out their poetry books. He removes his sunglasses from his head placing them over her eyes. They sit next to each other as he begins to read, his voice harmonizing with the waves.

Rose gazes at him as words of love and sexual endeavors spill from his lips. The warm sea breeze ruffles his hair, the blond shining in the sun. she reaches over and cards her fingers through his new hair, he stops reading and goosebumps form on his neck at her touch. It’s so familiar and feels so good, he closes his eyes relishing at feeling her touch.

“I—I’m sorry,” she gasps removing her fingers. “I don’t know why I did that.”

“Don’t be sorry. You used to do it all the time.”

“Do you mind if I do it as you read?”

“Please,” he looks at her, “do it as long as you like.”

He picks up where he left off, that unfamiliar yet familiar tune is back in her head. Each day she’s spent with Calum retelling their life together, the song comes more frequently. It’s a soothing sound that usually comes when she’s stressed or her head kind of hurts. She’s hoping to hear the actual song someday, or maybe she’ll hum the tune to Calum, and he’ll know it.

One day she’s sitting outside with the dogs reading, she’s become better at it as long as she reads slowly. The more she reads the more she improves. When the sun becomes too much for her she heads inside and hears guitar music playing. Following the sound, she finds Calum in a room she hasn’t ventured to yet, he’s sitting on a small couch with a guitar.

Curious, she edges in the room closer, eying up the awards on the wall with pictures of him and the three guys that were here on her first night and he played with on the rooftop. She wonders when the last time he’s seen them was, has he been isolating himself with her as she treks through her muddled brain.

“Sorry, was I playing too loud?” he asks, and the music stops, his fingers smack against the strings to stop their vibrations. “I thought you were outside.”

“I was but the sun got too bright. That was really pretty,” she comments sitting next to him carefully. Being close to him is still new, exciting and frightening all at once. “Can I hear more?”

He nods then starts to play a string of beautiful notes. It’s an entire song that makes her reminiscent of something she can’t put her finger on. It brings tears to her eyes, the sound and the lost memories it unpacks.

“What if I never remember anything?” she whispers when he finishes the song. “I feel like I’m in someone else’s body. I see my face in pictures all over the place here and in my phone with you…and all those people…but when I look in the mirror I don’t know who I am. It’s not fair. And it’s not fair to you, Calum,” she turns to him now. His brown eyes are steady on her as she continues. “I can tell you loved—love me very much but I’m like a ghost of that person…of me. None of this makes sense. I’m so sorry.”

She’s full on crying now, tears falling down her cheeks like fallen stars shimmering on her skin. Calum pulls her to his chest, the thought of boundaries gone from his mind. His Rose, his soulmate, his one love is upset, lost, and confused and he wants to aid her in comfort the best he can. She cries into his chest, tears staining his shirt as he brushes her hair down her back.

Hesitantly, he kisses the top of her head. Her sweet floral smell makes him feel like home.

“I can’t even imagine how overwhelming this all is for you,” he murmurs in her ear. He makes sure not to speak too fast. Lately it’s been hard for her to follow along if someone speaks too quickly, she hasn’t watched tv in a few days because it made her head hurt. “And I know you probably feel alone but you aren’t, okay? I’m here with you every step of the way. I’ll never give up on you, Rosie. I promise you that.”

“It’s all so scary.”

“I know,” he squeezes her against him. “It’s scary for me, too, but we’re in this together, yeah?” her small frame trembles against him and he drapes a blanket over her from the back of the couch. “Why don’t you take a nap and I’ll make you some dinner when you wake up?”

“Please, don’t go,” she clutches onto his shirt tightly and his heart flips.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“Yes…stay with me?”

Calum lays back gently, lifting his legs on the couch and Rose does the same, her body fitting along his like she was always meant to be alongside him. They adjust until she’s laid perfectly on top of him, her arm hugs his stomach while his are wrapped around her back. He combs his fingers through her hair, she takes a deep breath finally letting her body relax.

“I’ll always stay with you.”

They fall asleep together, their breaths and their hearts syncing up in perfect harmony with each other. His yellow glow and her red pulse together into their own rhythm. Their colors haven’t really glowed since that first time she woke up, but it seems something is changing now.

Almost a month and a half has passed since Rose has come home. When a long peal of thunder cracks the earth and shakes the house, she’s jolted awake in fright. Duke and Honey yip at the noise, she pets their fur in reassurance but when another shot cracks, she’s scrambling out of bed to turn on the light.

Somehow the dim glow makes her feel better as rain thrashes against the window then she spots something peeking from behind a framed photo of her and Calum. From her “past life” in the photo they were on a boat with the sea shown behind them. She’s kissing his cheek and they’re both smiling in the photo.

Rose shifts the frame carefully then sees a small black book that has golden words engraved on the cover in a language she doesn’t know. Was she bilingual before her accident?

Curious, she picks up the book and reads through all the poems, songs, and small paragraphs about her, to her, for her from Calum. As she reads, the music she’s been hearing in her head becomes louder and louder as she reads every word until she reaches the final page.

“No amount of words will convey my love for you, but I’ll never stop writing of the love we have. It has powers to cross the deepest oceans, withstand any storm and shines brighter than the sun. you’re my light, my life, my one love, and my soulmate. I will follow you to the ends of the earth. I have to ask you something, so look up at me with those beautiful eyes you have, sweetheart…”

Rose gasps.

Everything flashes into her mind all at once, the song only increasing as she sees each pivotal moment shared with Calum; that first collision outside the CBS, when their pinkies touched, their first kiss, the first time they made love, when they said ‘I love you’ and when their glow transcended into true form. The song in her head was sonorous, creating the montage in her mind of her and Calum’s love suddenly had a name to it.

It’s Moonlight Serenade by Frank Sinatra, their song that played at their first date, the song that played while they kissed in her apartment. The song that became a part of them, that helped define their love. Calum proposed to her right at the foot of the bed, she looks down and doesn’t see the ring on her finger then the accident shifts into focus.

She closes her eyes, the phantom noises of the collision echo in her mind while the song continues to play. The shattering of glass, tires squealing, and the way her world flipped upside down numerous times. She remembers seeing Calum’s face, chanting his name as something cold hits her face. When a deep voice said his name, her whole world went black.

The cloud she’s been under is clearing as she remembers everything. After the accident she could hear his voice, it was very soft and distant, like she was underwater but couldn’t quite reach the surface. His voice soothed her as she floated along the water trying to reach him.

Her days in the hospital after she woke up swirled into focus, the party with all of her friends and the fear she had of not recognizing them. Each touch Calum has given her, his warm brown eyes boring into hers while they were on that rooftop performance, her fingers in his hair—his hair! He dyed it and now she has to see it for herself again.

Rose opens the door quietly but instead of going into the guest room where Calum has been sleeping—it makes her sad when she realizes how long it’s really been since they’ve been in close proximity with each other—she moves to the living room. The record player is shut when she switches on a lamp and is happy to find the record she wants is already placed inside. ‘Moonlight Serenade’ stares up at her as she turns on the machine, she spins the volume dial all the way up. It hurts her ears a little at first, but she hums along with the song that has been in her head for days and waits.

Calum comes rushing out, his blond hair sticking up in all directions, his basketball shorts hanging low on his hips and his necklaces are perched nicely over his collarbones.

“What’s the matter? Are you okay? Is it the storm? You don’t like storms,” he shakes his head, his voice thick of sleep and he moves to the record player. He turns the knob down then hears the song that’s playing. “This is—”

“It’s our song, Cal,” Rose says quietly, her voice shakes. He turns around slowly, his mouth open and his eyes widening.

“How do you know that?”

“We danced to it in my living room after our first date and we were wet from the rain that drove us out of the park for that jazz concert. We missed our reservation by an hour and ended up at The Dainty Dove where we go almost every Friday and Saturday. This song has been in my head all this time, quietly buzzing and stuck until I read the small book you made for me when you proposed.”

She took small steps towards him and he hung onto every word, every memory that was shared between them.

“You remember?” he asks taking a slow step forward.

“I remember everything,” she nods and Calum lurches forward.

He cradles her head in his large warm hands staring into her eyes. He laughs nervously as his thumbs caress her cheeks.

“I told you to be patient with me,” she whispers then he’s kissing her.

Its days missed, his heartbreak, his worry, his fear, his love and gratefulness all rolled into one momentous kiss. She kisses him back with the same passion, her fingers slipping through his so she can remove them from her cheeks and down to her waist. Calum is quick to pull her closer while she links her arms behind his head, fingers threading through his hair.

“Let me see your hair,” she whispers around his lips.

“Later,” he mumbles shaking his head. Their foreheads are touching and with each word spoken their lips brush against one another. “I’ve missed you so much, Rosie.”

“I missed you, too.”

Their tears mix together on each other’s lips, she swipes away at his cheeks and he kisses her thumb.

“Come back to our bed, please?”

They lie tangled up in each other talking softly, catching up on other things that Rose has missed while she’s been absent. When she rubbed the side of her head, Calum knew what that meant and shut the light off, his fingers probed over her head. He sang her to sleep and he finally felt content and at peace when he shut his own eyes.

The next day they went to the beach, she sits between his legs as they watch the waves and boats in the water. Their hands play together, and he kisses her side tenderly. He’s missed holding her in his arms, he never wants to let go.

“Everyone wants to see you, but only if you’re up for it. I know how badly your head still hurts.”

“I want to see them, too,” she sighs. “I want to do so many things, but I know I can’t yet.”

“Like what?”

“I want to be close to you again…I want to write and read…but thinking about it makes me tired.”

“We’ll take it one day at a time, sweetheart,” he kisses her temple again. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know…thank you for all that you did for me. It couldn’t have been easy.”

“No, it wasn’t,” he sighs sadly. She hears the pain in his voice.

“What was it like, for you?” she asks tracing the tattoos on his arms.

“I don’t think you want—”

“Please, honey. I want to know.” She kisses the inside of his wrist, breathes in his warm skin then turns her head so she can look up at him.

“It was like half of me was missing,” he sighs tightening his arms around her as if she were to disappear right into thin air. “It was so hard seeing you like that, so still and hurt. I hated not being able to help you. But I knew you’d come back to me. I felt it, just like I felt when you got into the accident.”

“How do you mean?”

“While I was waiting for you at the venue, I fell over and blacked out for ten minutes. My head hurt and I knew you were in trouble. Then I got the call form the officer who was at the scene. The first few days were the hardest, I couldn’t wrap my head around what happened to you. Then I started reading to you and played your favorite songs and talked to you…it rained nonstop while you were asleep. Then, I had a dream that we were at The Dainty Dove, we were dancing, and you said the rain was coming…”

Calum stops midsentence, he completely forgot about the dream he had before she woke up.

“You dreamt of me? What else did I say?”

“You said…” his brows crease in concentration. “’The rain…it’s coming here. I am too.’ Then you asked me to promise you something and I said anything, and you told me, ‘be patient with me. The rain is coming and I’m in close proximity.’”

The waves crash along the shore creating a peaceful ambience and the softest white noise that Rose can tolerate. She continues tracing designs into his forearm, and he breathes in her rose and rainwater scent that is distinctly her.

“After I read that poem, your eyes opened and so did the sky. I got my sunshine back.”

Rose has her good days and her bad days. Today is a bad day.

Calum watches her surreptitiously from the back of the room, it’s Ashton and Ruby’s engagement party, Calum could tell right away when they woke up there was a storm cloud hovering over Rose. She brushed off his comforting and worrisome advances claiming she’s fine.

She mumbled to herself angrily all day while she did tasks around the house. She turned on her music about four times and on the fifth she shut it off completely. Calum knew she was going through a rough period. Dr. Robbins explained this might happen, it’s common in TBI patients to have bad days where they’re extra sensitive to lights or sounds, making them more prone to migraines or dizziness.

It’s been seven months since her accident and five and a half since she woke up. Calum has become attuned to her emotions very easily and picked up on small things she did. Like now, for instance, she was talking with Mali while twisting her fingers together, a habit she’s formed when things became too much. He really notices that she pays special attention to her ring finger that is still bare of her engagement ring.

With everything else going on, her memory loss, her recovery, and pulling through some episodes, they haven’t had a time to really discuss them. When Rose bites her lip that’s when Calum steps away from the bar to stand next to her. He gives his sister a smile then ducks his head to Rose’s ear.

“Are you all right? We can leave if you want to.”

“I’m fine,” she says tersely, and Mali moves to speak with someone else in attendance. Rose exhales leaning against Calum, he holds onto her waist and kisses her cheek. “I don’t want to go before Ashton has said his speech.”

“I can tell you’re uncomfortable,” he turns her face towards his with his finger under her chin, “if something hurts, tell me.”

“Nothing—all right, my head hurts,” she sighs after the look he gives her. “But I don’t want to go and have people pity me because of my…injury. I don’t want to miss out on more things.”

“Sweetheart…”

“I promise, as soon as Ashton’s done with his speech, we’ll go,” she promises cupping his cheek. She leans up to give him a soft kiss. “But stay close.”

“Always,” he grins nuzzling his nose against hers.

It isn’t until almost two hours later when Ashton makes his ‘thank you’ speech. Calum is practically chomping at the bit as they waited. When Ashton finished, Calum was quick to tell everyone goodbye towing Rose to their car.

Once in the car he turned the volume down on the radio and held her hand.

“Can you turn it off, please?” she asks softly. He obliges quickly pushing the button then slips his hand back in hers.

“How bad?” he asks.

“Spinning…a little.”

Calum goes silent for the rest of the ride; he knows the more he talks the more it upsets her when her head spins and the constant chatter of the party probably didn’t help. She explained it once that his words jumbled together and seemed foreign, none of it made sense. He rubs his thumb over her skin the whole drive, listening to her breathing and thinking of going away somewhere, just the two of them.

Once home, he sits her down in their bedroom and lets the dogs outside the sliding doors along their wall then grabs a suitcase from the closet.

“Where are you going?” she asks as he starts shoveling clothes in his case.

“We are going away for the weekend.”

“It’s Wednesday.”

“Okay, we’re going away for a long weekend,” he grins then grabs some of her clothes.

“Why?”

“Because I think it’d be good if we both got away from all of this…noise. I already talked with Dr. Robbins and she said it sounds like a good idea.”

“When did you ask her that?”

“The last time we saw her.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

He drops a pair of her leggings in defeat, his eyes meet hers and he can’t read her expression. Is she teasing?

“I’ll try to convince you then, I guess. You really don’t want to get away for a while?”

“How would you convince me?” she gives him a teasing smile and he relaxes.

He kneels in front of her, cradling her face in his hands. “I’m not going to tell you where we’re going but it’s secluded, and we can bring the dogs and it will be just you and me— “he pecks her lips”’—alone.” Another peck. “No distractions.”

Another peck to her lips that turns into something longer, his fingers comb through her hair while hers clasp around his wrists. Both of them are held captive by the other in more ways than one. He pulls away before it goes too far, he doesn’t want to push her, and she pouts while he finishes packing their backs. She watches him dazedly, her heart hammering, lips tingling.

“Are we leaving early in the morning?”

“Nope, as soon as I’m done here. I know you don’t like the early mornings, so you can sleep on the way.”

“You’ll get too tired.”

“I’ll be fine, Rosie. I promise.”

Calum took her away to the mountains in a cottage surrounded by snow and fir trees. Rose grew up with the snow and she missed it terribly. When she’d bring it up she would talk about the fun times she had in winter, making snowmen, sledding, having hot cocoa while snuggling up to the fireplace.

When he asked Dr. Robbins about the trip he assured her they wouldn’t fly and that he’d continue her physical and speech therapy during the evenings. Dr. Robbins thought it was a wonderful idea, someplace a little isolated and a little cooler would be very beneficial to Rose’s healing and gave the okay to travel.

They arrived around nine a.m. in the snowy tundra town of Walden, a picture-perfect town like from a movie. Rose ogles at the little shops and restaurants along the main road. After unpacking at the cottage, they lazed around until dinner time where they went to a nice restaurant with excellent steak. The lighting was dimmed which helped Rose and she couldn’t stop smiling.

Back at the cottage they made hot chocolate and sat out on the patio with a large fluffy blanket staring at the stars. When Rose fell asleep on him he carefully carried her to their king-sized bed where they both had a restful night’s sleep.

The next day after a late breakfast they took the dogs for a walk through the snow-covered town until it became too much for Rose; the cold turned bitter and started to give her a headache. She went to lay down for a while as Calum started dinner then ultimately ended up falling asleep. Calum woke her with soft kisses to her forehead and cheeks.

“How’s your head?” he asks rubbing her temple.

“It’s more of a dull ache but not too bad,” she smiles sitting up then kisses his cheek.

“How about a bubble bath after dinner?” he asks, and her award-winning smile is answer enough.

When dinner is finished—lemon chicken with green beans and rice—he can sense her anxiety as she’s getting things ready for her bath. He can’t quite place why the anxiety is present, but he turns on his Bluetooth speaker then presses ‘play’ on the playlist he’s created for them with their favorite songs.

“What’s on your mind, sweetheart? Do you hurt?” he asks touching her back as she swirls the bubbles around the large tub.

“No, I just…” she stands up, eyes meeting his warily.

“What is it?” he asks feeling her anxiety as his own now.

“I miss being close to you.”

“I’m right here, Rosie,” he smiles.

“No, I mean…Will you…Can…I want you to join me. In the tub.”

They haven’t discussed this part of their relationship since she’s woken up and got her memory back. The main priority has been her recovery, not that he hasn’t thought about it, but her well-being came first. The last time they were intimate with each other was on the night of their engagement, a week and a half before her accident.

Dr. Robbins mentioned that any sexual activity might trigger her TBI, it could be too much for her at one time, but Calum’s missed being close to her as well. He doesn’t want to risk hurting her in any way, she’s been through enough pain. She senses his battle, it’s the same one she’s been having for days.

“We don’t have to do anything; I just want you with me. Is that okay?” her voice is small as she asks, the fear of rejection hangs between them. The thought of him not viewing her as desirable has crossed her mind more times than she’d like.

She has an odd scar on her head from the stitches, her hair is still a little weird from where the doctors shaved it and her leg has scars along her ankle up to her knee.

“That’s more than okay,” he rubs her shoulders trying to assuage her. He feels her anxiety lessen but also feels her heart thump faster.

She turns the water off and he closes the door to keep the draft out, the warmth of the tub is already creeping steam onto the mirror. When he turns around she’s unzipping her hoodies, her fingers trembling as she took her arms from the sleeves. Calum yanks off his own long-sleeved shirt, his gaze never straying from her careful movements as she removed her t-shirt and bra.

At the same time, the pair pull off their pants and underwear. Rose wraps her arms around her torso on instinct.

“No, don’t,” he steps forward pulling her arms apart. She looks up at him, nervousness evident in her deep ocean eyes. He lifts her hands to his mouth so he can kiss her knuckles. “Please. You have no idea how beautiful you are, Rose.”

He kisses her forehead then helps her get into the large tub, he’s quick to follow and sits down first so he can guide her gently down into the water. The music plays softly in the background and he wraps his arms around her, the easiest action in the world. He closes his eyes breathing her in, feeling her skin touch every part of him and sighs in happiness.

“Is this okay?” she asks nervously.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed this—missed you.” He kisses her head.

They sit there for a long time, playing with each other’s fingers or his fingers run over her collarbones then zig zag down her chest. His breathing is shallow, the intimacy of exploring her body is erotic in a warm way as the tips of his fingers brush over her nipples. The red glow of her chest arises, pulsating as their hearts leap at the intimate touches.

Rose sits up, water falling down her naked body as she turns to face him, her face full of longing and passion. In four heartbeats, their lips are on one another’s, her hands grip his shoulders, and he lifts her more onto his lap. He squeezes her close to his body.

“I’ve missed you, too,” she whispers on his mouth then trails her lips down his jaw and to his neck.

He uses this pause to suction kisses to her neck as well her shoulder, but he’s missed her lips most of all so he tilts her head back up so he can kiss her again. Their hands explore each other’s bodies as if it’s the first time. That first time was under a heavy rainstorm, and now, it’s serene as snow falls out the window. It’s as if their love has frozen to something much more touchable. When his fingers move to her hair that’s when she slows his movements.

“Did I hurt you?” he pants, eying her carefully.

“No, I…I know I look different. My scar on my head and all along my leg—”

“You’re perfect just the way you are, Rose. No scar will ever diminish your beauty, inside or out.”

She sniffs, tears welling in her eyes then nods before pecking her lips softly to his. “Will you take me to bed?”

Their love making is slow. He begins by kissing each scar on her leg, stamping his love all over her body and when they finally come together with fingers locked, their chests are glowing. They whisper each other’s names followed by ‘I love you.’ Their glow collides like before but this time it lights up the whole room, filling them both with warmth and drowning them in an eternal sunset as she moans in pleasure.

Afterwards, he makes sure she’s not in any pain or is dizzy. She assures him she’s fine then traces his tattoos with her fingernail.

“I wasn’t in pain, you know,” she tells him as the fire crackles behind them. “When I was in my coma.”

“What do you mean?” his fingers play with the curls in her hair.

“You were with me the whole time…it was like I was in a dream. I knew it wasn’t real, but I felt…safe, with you there. We were always by the ocean, the sand was soft and squishy, like the best bed. It had the best sunrises and sunsets, and the moon took up the whole sky…it was very peaceful.”

“You remember all of that? That’s what you saw while you were in your coma?” he sits up a bit more to look at her clearly.

“Yeah. It felt wrong though. Like I knew it wasn’t real, but I never wanted to leave you. Then it shifted and we were at The Dainty Dove and we were dancing, and I felt myself slipping…and then I was awake.”

“Wow,” Calum falls onto his pillow staring at the ceiling as he processes this information.

“Cal?”

“Hm?”

“Could I…Can I have my ring back?”

His fingers still in her hair, he sucks in a breath then slips out from under her quickly. He pulls out the small box from his luggage, he never left home without it just waiting for the perfect time to place it on her finger again or for her to ask like now. Rose giggles at his speed as he hops on the bed, his naked thighs cause her to roll closer to him. She holds the sheet against her chest then sits up leaning against the headboard. Her fingers try to tame his mussed up blond locks.

Calum takes her hand gently then opens the box. It’s prettier than she remembered and her stomach flips.

“Our love really can cross the deepest oceans—even metaphorical ones like in your dreams—and no one will ever love someone as much as I love you, Rose. You’re my one love, will you marry me?”

“Of course, I will,” she smiles. He slips the ring on her finger, symbolizing a new chapter in their life. This one is a fresh start; it holds more promise and surety in their future together.

One Year Later

Rose twists her wedding band with her diamond ring around her finger as she sets her feet on the plush chair across from her. Her feet have been hurting her a lot more lately, but she doesn’t mind sitting and watching Ashton spin Ruby across the dancefloor. They’ve been husband and wife for exactly three hours and haven’t been away from each other’s arms.

Other people are dancing around them, Rose smiles and waves when Ruby makes eye contact. Rose glances around the room waiting for Calum who arrives upon her thought of him with two glasses of water in his hands. He sets them down on the white cloth in front of her then kisses her cheek.

“Iced water for you, my love,” he says lifting her feet so he can rest them in his lap. He removes her shoes as she splutters on her water.

“What are you doing?! Now I won’t get them back on again!” she complains but then moans quietly as he starts to rub at her heel.

“That’s what I thought,” he winks then continues to rub her sore feet. She leans back against the chair, sighing at how good his thumbs and fingers rub her toes. “I may be biased but I liked our reception better. No shoes, and we got to dance in the sand.”

“You’re completely biased,” she laughs. “Thank you, you have no idea how good that feels.”

“My pleasure. Is our little one enjoying the party?” he asks touching her swollen belly with his other hand.

“Yes, our little one is going to take a long time to fall asleep when we get home.”

“I’ll sing to her.”

“Or him,” she says smugly.

It’s an ongoing debate of whether they’re having a boy or a girl. It’s become a sort of game as they guess who is right, but they love their baby no matter what it is. Calum’s hand trails higher up her leg under the skirt of her dress, his fingers heating up her skin as he moves over the faint scars.

“Hey, watch your hands,” she teases but makes no move to stop him. He gives her a cheeky grin, pinches the side of her thigh, then moves his hand back down to her foot.

“How do you feel?” he asks reaching over to take a drink of water.

“Happy,” she responds then rubs her belly. “Loved. Excited.”

Calum leans over to kiss her softly, murmuring an ‘I love you’ which she reciprocates. The glow in their chests burst forth while the one in her belly also glows.

“Everything has fallen into place.”

• • • •

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realm-sweet-realm · 4 years ago

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Lasting Melodies, chapter 1: You Were Always There

I thought I’d make a story for Jack Fain and Sammy Lawrence, showing their snippets of their lives together from their first performance to Jack’s untimely death.

The first chapter is mostly going to be fluff. In the second chapter, ink-related angst kicks in.

I hope you all enjoy this.

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In the backstage of a little theatre, Jack Fain sat in anxious silence, waiting to be called out alongside Sammy for their Vaudesville routine. During their practices together, he’d been able to push down the idea of dozens or hundreds of people staring at him for their entertainment, but now it was all he could think about. He looked to Sammy, who seemed much calmer, and offered him a little smile and a nod. Sammy had done many performances before, beginning with concerts as a child and teenager showcasing his prodigal talent. Sammy was the reason Jack didn’t simply shed the flashy vaudevillian getup and make a run for it- Sammy had never, at least as far as Jack knew, had a humiliating performance, and Jack wasn’t about to waste all the effort they’d put in and make it his first.

The announcer finally called them out. “Just focus on the routine,” Sammy said, leading Jack onto the stage.

The routine was no different than practice- in fact, the adrenaline of doing it before an audience made it easier if anything. It would have been poor performance not to look at the crowd, so Jack did, but they didn’t terrify him like they expected. They weren’t bored, or annoyed, or vicious, they were having fun. And Jack was having fun with them.

When the routine was finished, the crowd cheered.

“They love us, Sammy,” Jack breathed. Of course, the crowd had cheered for every performer that night, and Jack knew that. But it felt so good. People loved him! All their skill and effort had made people cheer.

Jack felt a little tug at his sleeve and followed Sammy’s lead backstage, slightly embarrassed that he’d almost overstayed his welcome.

“That was amazing!”

“Good!” Sammy replied. He was smiling, too. “I was starting to think you weren’t cut out for this, but you’re actually a real stage personality. Would you do it again with me?”

“Next chance we have.”

“Great. I’ve been meaning to ask you something, actually- I want to do shows like this for a living someday, but I'd want a partner for it. So, will you be my partner?”

“Wow, that’s an awfully big choice. I wanna say yes right away, but give me a little time to think about it. Okay? And thank you. I would have never been able to do this without you.”

“Heh. No problem. No one I’d rather be on stage with than you.”

Jack blushed. It was a touch awkward to have his crush and best friend praise him like that. “Thanks,” was all that he could manage.

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As soon as Sammy walked in to their apartment, Jack could tell that he was in a bad mood. Jack put down the book he was reading and went to him. “Something up, Sam?”

Sammy sighed deeply. “I think we need to have a little house meeting.”

“Sure.”

“Okay. Well, I was fired by the movie theatre for,” Sammy made air quotes with his fingers, “‘unhinged and unprofessional behaviour.’ And let’s be honest- we’ve been at the musical thing long enough, and our names aren’t taking off. Remember that Joey Drew guy who offered to hire us as a pair? I think we should do that. It’s a way for us to be working on music together.”

“Well, it’s too bad that you want to give up on the performances, but hey, writing music for a living sounds like an improvement on working at the record store. Sure, let’s do it.”

Sammy smiled and nodded, then looked away. “There’s something else I want to tell you as well. I... well, I found your love poem.”

Jack was stunned. “What?”

Sammy took the folded piece of paper from his pocket. “Uh, here... sorry. You told me it was a song you weren’t finished with, and I took a peek, even though you told me not to, and it was probably an accident you left it in the open.”

Jack's heart raced, afraid of what this would mean for Sammy’s perspective of him. “Okay,” he began, in a tone one might use to calm an animal, “Now that you know about this, I understand if you want to set some new boundaries with me-”

“No! No- I found it months ago. Sorry I didn’t give it back- I just don’t think I convince myself it existed, otherwise. And I didn’t think I wanted to pursue this, but I just thought, you know, if I couldn’t pursue musical performance the way I wanted to, maybe I could have the other thing I wanted.”

Not quite stunned by disbelief, Jack cupped Sammy’s face with one of his hands, forcing Sammy to meet his eyes. “I love you too.”

Sammy pulled him into their first kiss. It was just how Jack had always imagined it would be.

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Jack sat in Henry’s old desk, waiting for his turn to be called into Joey’s office. Joey had, for no obvious reason, scheduled Sammy in for a fifteen-minute meeting at nine, with him having a similar meeting right after. Finally, Sammy came out, not looking any more upset than usual, thankfully.

“You’re not getting fired, don’t worry,” Sammy said. “We’re gonna have plenty to talk about over lunch, though.”

“Okay.” Jack’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Any idea what his reason is for calling us in like this?”

“Frankly? I think you’re sitting on it,” Sammy said, rolling his eyes. Then he left.

This just confused Jack. There had been no secret that Joey was sore over Henry’s departure a couple days ago, but what could that have to do with Joey wanting to see them?

As soon as Jack had entered Joey’s office, Joey had sat him down with a nice cup of coffee. “So, this is just going to be a casual meeting, Jack. Just you and me talking- one artist to another, alright?” There was an air of longing and desperation in Joey’s eyes.

“Alright.”

“Alright! Excellent! So, as an artistic man, I’m sure that you understand that an artist needs a partner, right?” Joey reached out and stroked Jack’s hand with his finger. Jack took his hand off the desk.

“I’m actually with someone else.”

Disappointment was evident in Joey’s eyes. “Oh, I meant nothing of that sort. I meant a person I could share my dreams and my ideas with. To be loyal and dependable to me.”

“Okay. Sure. I can do that.”

“Alright, great. First thing- you spend a lot of time with Sammy. Tell me about him- what he likes, what he dislikes, what he means when he says ‘please give me space,’ and so on.”

The fifteen minutes passed, and subjects such art, dreams, and ideas went unmentioned. Jack and Sammy truly did have a lot to talk about over lunch, which they took in Sammy’s office for privacy’s sake.

“Wow. He was really that direct with you?” Sammy couldn’t say he was surprised. Though he hadn’t been that obvious about it, Joey had clearly been chasing Sammy’s approval.

“Yep. But the second I told him I was with someone else, he went right on to talking about you. I could just see him taking notes on how to impress you.”

“Pathetic. Well, maybe I should tell him that I’m interested in complete control over my department, who works in it, and when he visits it. Who knows, I might get it. And then you’ll have eternal job security.”

“And maybe I could tell him that you like something goofy to see how far he’ll go.”

Sammy smiled. “Please do. This I must see.”

The next day, Jack told Joey that Sammy’s favourite flower was a white carnation. When Jack came in the next day, there was a vase containing three white carnations on Joey’s desk.

Now knowing his power, Jack resisted the temptation to use it for about a week before he decided to wax poetic to Joey about Sammy’s supposed lifelong love of reptiles. The day after that, Sammy walked into their morning meeting to see Joey with a medium-sized snake around his shoulders. “Her name is Vivaldi,” Joey explained. “She’s a Bullsnake. Wanna pet her?”

Sammy did not, in fact, want to pet her.

After the snake incident, Jack’s daily meetings with Joey became more professionally-focused before ending entirely, and within a few weeks, Vivaldi’s tank, along with the snake herself, had disappeared from Joey’s office.

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“What? Why...?” Tears were forming in Jack’s eyes. He couldn’t believe this.

Sammy ground his teeth. This wasn’t easy for him, either. “Because you’re the anchor that’s keeping me at Joey Drew Studios. I’m turning thirty in a month, and I… I don’t know whether to accept that I’m going to be working here forever or if I should move on to other options. But “other options” probably wouldn’t let me keep working with you. I need to remind myself that I can live without you, and look at what other opportunities are out there. So, yeah. We can still live together, and we can still talk as the job or as being roommates requires, but I’m going to try not being your friend or your boyfriend for a while, okay? It probably won’t be for more than a month or two.”

Jack wanted to say something- something like, “but I need you, too!” but he didn’t. “Okay,” was all he said. “I hope you get what you want from this.”

Sammy cringed at how defeated Jack sounded. He wanted to hug him, but he didn’t want to break their “no being friends or lovers” agreement within the first five seconds, so instead he left for his room.

Jack and Sammy soon found out that they were very bad at staying away from each other. People still used Jack as a go-between to get messages through to Sammy, and that alone meant they interacted almost on a daily basis. The two of them still needed a discerning eye to look over their music, and while there were others, there was no one they trusted as much or enjoyed the company of quite the same. Sometimes Jack would forget (or “forget”) about their break period and try to bring Sammy coffee and snacks, or check to make sure Sammy was doing alright during the deadline crunch- and sometimes Sammy would send him away out of principle, but just as often he didn’t have the willpower. Jack found himself entertaining fantasies of them drifting back together within a matter of weeks.

Then one day, Jack caught sight of Susie Campbell kissing Sammy’s cheek in the music room. “Other opportunities” indeed. Jack wrestled with himself over whether to say anything, but ultimately chose to keep it to himself. If that was what Sammy wanted, there was nothing he could do about it.

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