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fairytsuk1 · 11 months ago

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hips don't lie | (s)

pairing: alex quackity x reader

words: 2.5k

warnings: sexual content, drinking (of age), sexual dancing, mild voyeurism, mild public sex, bathroom sex, unprotected sex, pre-established relationship

summary: alex knows you think he's hot. when you're all out and about, the pressure builds till you both can't take it anymore.

The two of you dressed in tandem, slipping past each other to apply perfume and perfectly tie a tie. Still, neither of you could hide the longing glances at the silhouette of Alex's body or the whisper of promise accentuated by your curves. Alex watches you work through your make-up routine while he sits on the bed, already ready.

"Is–what's his name–going to be there? Roier?"

Alex stands and draws close to you, crowding your inner bubble and resting a chin on your shoulder, "yeah, but he'll probably be busy with Sabi. Did I tell you how good you look in this dress, hm?"

You have to remember that you have somewhere to be when you feel Alex's hands possessively glide down the bones of your hips, circling back to your ass and squeezing.

"You did, actually, when I bought it," you smirk at him through the mirror, clipping in an earring, "don't get handsy. We need to leave soon."

"I'm not getting handsy! I'm just appreciating your body. I mean, how could I not?"

Alex says it so genuinely, lips quirked up as he wraps his arms around you comfortingly. You know he means every compliment, every embrace, every little instance reminded you that he truly loved you. The two of you glance at each other before your lips are joined in a heated kiss that your boyfriend eagerly accepts. A dominant hand splays across your lower back, tugging you chest to chest; his free hand slips down and grabs a handful of your behind, "Alex!"

"Sorry," he cheekily laughs, pecking your lips softly once more, "let's get going."

He leaves your heart beating and thighs squeezing together most unfairly. He was so devastatingly attractive, with a demeanor that made you feel like a princess. Your lips twist into a pout while you punch his arm, "that's what I've been saying, actually!"

"Oh, is that what you were saying?"

Your boyfriend's already grabbed his keys as wiggly fingers tickle your waist in the doorway. Alex feels his heart grow as you laugh, hair messily bouncing as your lifted lashes fluttered at him, "stop it! You're gonna ruin my hair, Lex."

He heeds your request, unlocking the front door to your shared apartment before pausing before you.

"Hey, I love you," he says.

The blush starts at your cheeks before encapsulating your head in flames. It's so mushy, brown eyes round like boba sparkling at you as he lets himself have a moment of vulnerability. Your hand comes to cup his cheek, and you feel as if you're precisely where you need to be, your thumb coming up just short of the mole under his eye.

"I love you too," and your empathetic eyes begin to well.

As in tune with you as always, Alex is quick to wave away tears by pulling you close into the warmth of his side.

"Don't cry! I didn't say that just for you to cry. Besides, how can you cry when we're having drinks tonight?"

Alex's ever-present excitement for drinking doesn't go unnoticed by you; it's enough to wipe a lone tear and peck his jaw, "nothing could ever stop me from drinking with you. I still watch that video of you doing karaoke that one time!"

"God, please don't talk about that! Ugh, I can't believe you still even have that. It's horrible! You have blackmail on your phone, literally."

Your conversation delves into nonsense, bantering and lightly ribbing each other the whole car ride. His hand, of course, stays on your thigh the entire ride.

You're a few drinks in and realize you severely underscored Alex's attractiveness that night as you took him in during a minute of group socialization. He'd been steadily killing it the whole night, a hand leading you from the small of your back and laughing with people as if he'd known everyone for years. It wasn't easy showing up as a streamer's plus one, but he knew how to make you feel accepted and relaxed.

Now, however, you're starting to get a bit needy after far too many glasses of red wine and a lingering hand on your inner thigh. Alex is faring even worse. It was as if the combination of alcohol with your high-libidos led to a fantastic product of pure lust. The two of you knew there wasn't a more inappropriate time to disappear to the bathrooms. Still, every look was supercharged with arousal and wanting.

People from the QSMP crowd your table, infinitely singing praises at your boyfriend's table. Rafael, or Cellbit, says something about dancing, and your mind is plagued by thoughts echoing what you wanted to do most. You needed to show Alex how much you wanted him.

Alex beat you to the chase, "Let's go dance!"

"Okay," your skin is flushed from intoxication, and Alex's touch against your palm sends electricity up your spine.

It's a bit crowded moving to the dance floor, but soon, you find your own spot in the crowd where there's just enough breathing room for you and him to be face to face. It feels intimate, just slightly swaying together. Then, his hands are skimming the edge of your dress and sliding right up to your hips.

You lean in close, brushing your lips against the shell of his ear, "not too much PDA for you?"

"Not at all. I mean, it's better than ripping your clothes off and fucking you right here," his hands bring you so close that your hips are flush, "that's what I really wanna do to you right now."

A breath is caught in your throat as you discreetly sway with the group. His cock slowly begins to press against your thigh as he looks at you with pure need. There's no doubt your panties are soaked with arousal as you imagine how he'd feel, leaving bruises on the contours of your hips, pulling you back against his cock as you struggle to barely hold yourself up.

"Alex, I want you so bad," you whisper into his ear, "and I can feel you. I wanna suck you off."

The fact you're speaking so lewdly with no one catching on makes both of your pulses quicken. Practically in the distance, the DJ changes the song, and you take the opportunity to use Alex's aroused shock to turn in his arms.

"Let's just go to the bathroom real quick and��"

"Let's just dance for a second, yeah?"

He doesn't even have the chance to rebuke you, too entranced by how you teasingly sway your hips against his now prominent bulge. To others, it just looks like an average couple having an intimate time; only God knows how much Alex is thinking of the softness of your cheeks that press into his thighs, the way your hips effortlessly tilt the same way you would be riding him at his desk. You act so nonchalantly like this, but he's the only one making you moan and whine while he sucks on your wet clit like a man starved.

You only tone down your seductive dancing when his hands wrap around your middle with no wiggle room. Alex holds you in place, and your eyes want to roll back in your head from the way he lightly presses your lower stomach against him. He always feels so massive behind you like this, like he's in total control of your body which makes your clit pulse.

"You can be so naughty sometimes, I'm so fucking hard in my pants now. It's all your fault, you know," he whispers hotly in your ear, "Why don't we go to the bathroom for a second, baby?"

"But I'm having fun dancing," you brattily reply, tilting your jaw up to stare at him through your lashes.

He gives you a plain look, and the submissive bone in your body leaves your legs shaking.

"You could be having much more fun getting fucked by me, getting split open on my cock. But you don't have to do anything you don't want to," he drops the ultimatum, but the both of you already know your answer.

"Take me to the bathroom," you mumble, pressing against him.

Within moments, your boyfriend has come up with a lame excuse: "Yeah, she's feeling a bit sick!" The two of you are speedwalking to the private bathrooms and clicking the locks shut. Once safely secure, affirmed by the slide and click of the lock, Alex is quick to make work of your body and fiercely bring you into a makeout session with him.

It's hot, messy, it's so wet the way your lips collide against each other. The tension finally builds up and culminates in gliding your tongue against his as he works a knee between your legs. You knew you needed him, but your body was buzzing as his hands cupped your breasts roughly, "ah, fuck. I'm so horny."

"How do you think I feel," he groans, sucking a mark into your neck, "I feel like a teenager, about to come in my pants over your fucking grinding."

Alex's hand cups your jaw to bring your lips together again, tugging on the delicate skin as he drinks you in, "you're fucked up for that, you know?"

"I know, but you like being teased."

"I don't! I really don't," he mumbles, pulling off his suit jacket and hanging it on the door hook, "I should really get you back."

Your boyfriend says it as he manages to pull the cups of your bra down, freeing your chest from the confines of your chest. The cold, naked breeze leaves you aching to cover up, but Alex soothes your pebbling nipples with the warmth of his mouth and slick of his tongue. It feels too good, moans squeaking out of you as he tweaks and sucks at the puckering buds.

He always wants to make you feel good, which means learning everything that made you tick as he absolutely ravishes you. Your nipples were always so sensitive, your fingernails scratching his scalp like the pleasure was crawling out of you like a woman enchanted.

"Yeah, babe? You like it when I play with your pretty tits?"

"Yeah, yes! The way you touch my nipples feels so good," your words come out, exhaled in pure relief, and it is a relief.

You needed his hands on your body, kneading plush skin and making you feel oh-so-good. Alex beckons you away from the door, lifting you up by your hips to seat you on the counter's edge. You're closer to his height now, and there's a brief moment of sweetness as you reconnect by standing flush against each other. He's fully hard now, desperate for you.

"I need you so bad, fuck," he sighs pleasedly.

Manicured hands unbutton the top buttons of his shirt, soaking in golden-tanned skin that gleams under the bathroom lights. Alex catches the sight of the two of you in the mirror, and his thighs shake with the empathetic rush of pleasure that courses through him just seeing the state of you two. Messy hair, make-up smudged, clothes absolutely and unmistakably disheveled.

Neither of you could wait any longer, "wanna fuck you from behind. Turn around for me, please?"

Once you're entirely on display, you have a front-row view in the mirror as his hands glide over the curve in your lower back before reaching your cheeks and spreading them. Your creamy hole is fully on display, and Alex shushes you when you whine, "Don't stareee."

"Hush, just be patient for a second," he doesn't even take his eyes off your pussy, "I can't appreciate my girlfriend?"

You want to bite back sassily, but then the head of his dick catches on your clit, leaving your jaw-dropping in a dramatic display. The man behind you chuckles lightly, gliding the tip between your sticky folds to thoroughly coat his cock in your wetness, "what was that?"

"N-Nothing, just hurry up!"

Biting your lip, you try to jerk your hips back, but Alex's hand keeps your lower back firmly pinned to the counter, "I've been daydreaming about this since you got ready."

Alex gives you no chance to try and speak, plunging the tip in your pussy and stretching your thick walls. You know he's barely inside you, barely begun to dick you down. Still, you're already gutturally moaning, "Fuuuck… yes, lex–mmf!"

He gives you time to adjust, shallowly thrusting his hips with a hand on your hips. You're already trying to suck him in, and he's barely a few inches inside! It's heaven, and you can see the way his black hair cascades in his face as he slowly bullies his fat cock into you.

"God, fuck! You're taking me so well; this pussy is squeezing me so tight," he groans, eyes locking onto yours in the mirror as he starts to thrust earnestly, "Oh fuck yeah, take my cock, baby."

There's a loud 'pap' that echoes through the room as Alex works his hips into yours, steadily burying his cock deep into your folds and dicking you down expertly. The room grows hot and heady, the scent of sex permeating the air as Alex skillfully pounds you against the counter, "Talk to me, baby. Actually–fuuck. Look at me, babe."

Your hand grips the counter fiercely, but you can still look up to watch as Alex drags his dick through your walls over and over, "Filling me up so good–wanna cum so bad. I wanna be good–oh! Uh-huh, 'jus wanna be good for you."

Alex feels his balls constrict as you tighten around him, feet on tip-toes as you draw closer and closer to your orgasm.

"Cum all over me, babe. Let me make you feel good, fuck yes. Just like that, honey."

All you can do is hold on as each thrust winds you up closer and closer until stars are bursting behind your eyelids. You cum with a cry of Alex's name, legs shaking as your pussy creams till there's a white ring around the base of his cock. The feeling of your gummy walls squeezing his dick and your words as you cry, "shit, Alex! Make me cum, oh god. I-I'm yours, fuuuck!"

He cums with a loud groan, hips slapping against your hips once, then twice as you feel him spurt his load against your pink inner walls. Your fluids mix together, spilling out of your hole and leaking down your thigh. The both of you fade in and out of existence, the power of your shared release leaving the two of you reeling as his cock softens inside you.

Your man stays inside of you until your breaths have calmed and come to a slow. He gently works his cock out of you, slowly pulling out as you hiss, "Shh, just stay here, babe. Let me get a towel."

"What time is it?"

A gentle hand comes between your legs to wipe up any excess mess. You jump as he swipes over your clit, an action that Alex giggles at.

"Definitely time to go."

The two of you stand side by side in the mirror, horrified.

"My hair!"

"My dress! You totally screwed it all up!"

"Nuh-uh, that was all you, babe! Do you think everyone's gonna know?"

You would've said yes and promised that no one would know a single thing. But your eyes zero in on his lips' red, swollen state. The way his shirt is unbuttoned just enough to spot a red mark carding down his chest.

"Oh, babe… absolutely."

Alex whines, but you feel delighted.

#quackity x reader #quackity scenario #quackity imagine #quackity x you #quackity smut #quackity thirst #quackity x y/n

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rascalthehamster · 2 months ago

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HCs of Platonic!Yandere Legoharu with a gn!mole reader friend that starts out as one of Haru's only friends before Legoshi came along and now both are friendship yanderes for mole platonic darling. Please and thank you.

Platonic!Yandere LegoHaru

Being a member of the garden club was natural for a mole like you. Digging came natural, and you loved the smell of dirt. There was only one other person, a dwarf rabbit, whose reputation far preceded her.

You knew about the rumors, you also knew how rumors can change. How a spark can create a forest fire. What really surprised you was her attitude. She was always cheery, almost ambivalent towards the rumors that followed her around. The whispers that she obviously catches with her large ears. Yet, she was nice to you.

She knew you knew about the rumors yet she still treated you fairly. People have come to the roof to make a joke about joining the Garden Club. Her reaction made that clear when you first came with your slip filled out.

“What is it that you want? Here to mock me? Well at least you’re doing it to my face and not behind a corner. Well go ahead, spit it out!”

You were taken aback by her aggression, but still persisted to join her club. She saw that you were serious, and not just trying to yank the carpet from under her.

She wanted to test your will, see just how far she could push you. She made you move around many bags of dirt, just to have to move them again, repot all of the flowers, and clean the clubhouse completely, dusting and sweeping every nook and cranny.

When you did all of that, the sun was beginning to go down and she was still shocked at you not giving up. If it was a prank you wouldn’t have done anything, and if you were just trying to join a club so you could put it on your college resume you would’ve given up by now. She must’ve read you wrong.

She doesn’t apologize upfront to you about misreading the situation, but she did say she wanted to see you the next day. So it seems it’s official, you’re apart of the gardening club.

When you make it to the roof the next day there’s another person there. Someone much larger, and scarier. The grey wolf stares at you silently, sniffing the air softly. You walk past him, ignoring your body screaming at you to run away.

“Excuse me.” He said in a soft tone, keeping his hands behind his back and shrinking his body. “Uhm…” he lifted his hand to scratch his face, the long claws fingering his snout. “Do you know where Haru is? The little dwarf rabbit.” He moved his hand to accentuate just how small Haru was, she barely made it up to his knee.

“I don’t know. Yesterday was my first day so she could be doing something.” You picked up a bag of dirt and began moving it to some plants that looked like it could use some soil.

“Oh, okay.” He said, his voice disheveled and his tail tucked under him.

You felt bad for him. So you offered that he could help you while he waited, which he agreed to do. Canines were always eager to please. He quickly went to work, grabbing triple the amount of bags you could carry and just looked at you as if he wasn’t even strained, his tail happily wagging. “Where do you want these?”

After a few hours of him helping out, cleaning the gutters that towered over you and Haru, grabbing the hose that was put on the top shelf even though you specifically put it on the bottom shelf yesterday, Haru eventually appeared.

She saw you working with Legoshi and started to get excited. She didn’t want to show it so she pretended to get onto Legoshi for messing something up, grinning at you when his back was turned. You just giggled in response.

You began working on some flower beds that weren’t given attention yet when you saw Legoshi and Haru talking to each other. The wolf was knelt down to meet her eyes. When he caught your eyes, Haru also turned and she waved first, Legoshi just stuck out his hand. They were so different yet they were so close you thought.

When you finished up the plant beds Haru appeared behind you and asked if you wanted to go to dinner with her. Well, it went more like “Hey, me and Legoshi are going to head to dinner.” And she grabbed your arm, dragging you away from the plants.

The fresh dirt still on your paws as you were dragged along. You appreciated the invite though. Even if it came with weird stares from carnivores and herbivores alike.

The next thing you knew, Haru was following you all around campus, along with Legoshi who followed Haru all around campus. Haru would study with you, would eat all meals with you. When you woke up she would be right outside your dorm waiting for you. Legoshi also wanted this but was less extreme.

If anybody tried anything with you she would instantly stand up for you, however she had scary boyfriend privileges so the opportunity to prove that she could defend you never showed up. She made you know that she would if you needed it!

LegoHaru as yandere’s would be pretty good in my opinion. As long as you don’t mind a very clingy bunny and wolf I think all will be well.

#yandere #yandere beastars #yandere legoshi #yandere haru #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #Yandere Legoshi x reader x Yandere Haru

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evillandscaper · 8 months ago

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Okay guys I'm gonna do a breakdown of a few of my personal hcs for the main 3 of both s1 and s2!!! This includes little doodles of how I draw em differently !!!

Let's start off with Olive :3 there's a LOT under the cut.

Okay, so Olive's really active, right? To me, she's always been brains AND brawn. So since she's out in the sun all the time, she has a tan!

She's also lightly scarred in my version, if you look carefully. Those were gathered out on cases. I hc that she has a LOT of battered uniforms that Otto sews/embroids together. Also, if you squint, you can see my version has light eyebags. It's not that she doesn't sleep, she's just fed up with everyone.

Her hair is messier! She comes into work all prim and proper, but leaves it all disheveled. If it's a more tiring day, she'll run her hand through her hair. Also, red hair tie instead of black, just cause I find it cuter.

Miscellaneous hcs:

- Olive is half Quebecois, half Vietnamese

- Her last name is Tremblay

- Her full name is Olivia, she just shortens it

- She's terrible at English and can't write an essay to save her life, but is very good at analysis

- She eats green skittles first, and thinks the purple ones are awful

- For their halfiversary, Otto got her an olive branch shaped tie pin that she wears whenever she feels fancy

Next up: OTTO!!

The urge to change his hair was carnal in my soul. It's the Asian canon event. It happened to me, and it happened to him. Just to make things a little bit more fun for me to draw, I let his hair grow out a little bit... yknow the awkward stage after a bowl cut grows out a bit? Yeah, that.

Downturned eyes! Just so he and Olive can contrast a bit more. He's soft, she's sharp. They're silly!!!

I also make sure his mole is always at least partially visible. It's such a cool part of him, and I can't believe they cover it up most of the time in canon...

Miscellaneous hcs:

- He always has his blazer undone

- He's an excellent cook, but becomes immediately incompetent once someone is watching

- He's strangely good at identifying plants, and has a habit of picking edible ones and eating them straight from the ground

- He's good at English! Not the best, but better than Olive

- His last name is Garcia

- For their halfiversary, Olive got him a cast iron pan. He doesn't use it to cook, and instead swings it at anyone who makes fun of him or Olive

Next up: OSCAR!!!

I honestly don't have much for Oscar. I love him, but don't think about him that much.

He has messier hair and is just a LOT more disheveled in general!!! Close your eyes in the bullpen at any given moment and I bet you could hear something in the lab blowing up.

He's perpetually sweaty. Damp palm guy. Maybe that's why he keeps dropping gadgets...

Miscellaneous hcs:

- He's very bad at telling the time. On vacation, he'll never know what day of the week it is

- He knows how to play the otamatone surprisingly well. He can make them talk, and has conversations with one the way one would with a sock puppet

- He never knows what significant figures to use, so he ends up just ballparking everything and just not measuring in general. Maybe that's why everything in the lab is always blowing up

- He has a full denim outfit saved up for formal occasions. I'm talking denim hat, shirt, jacket, pants, shoes, all denim

- His last name is Collins

OLYMPIA NEXT!!!!

Okay so there's a lot of hearing me out you guys will need to do.

Anna Cathcart is half Chinese and half irish!!! Thus, I gave Olympia monolids to accentuate that factor. I also downturned her eyes and thinned her "lashes" to make it more obvious that I'm portraying her as wasian!

I gave her freckles and rounder glasses for the vibe. She's just a soft character to me, and I really want to make her look the part.

She's got messy hair!! It's based on the little half fringes she had in very early s2, which I thought were adorable. Her ponytail's also higher just so she looks different from Olive!!

Miscellaneous hcs:

- Olympia knows floriography, and will get very hurt if you give her the wrong flowers

- Conversely, she thinks she's being really rude if she puts a tansy on someone's desk to show that she's upset and will feel bad about it all day

- She always carries a little salamander named Josh in her pocket

- She can speak Yiddish

- She has a massive storage of those flippable sequin shirts and has one for every occasion

- She put her hair into a ponytail bc of Olive (this one is courtesy of @/starboundsingularities!!!!!), but the more she found herself, the higher up she tied it

- Her last name is Carter-Ng

Next up: Otis!!!

I draw him a little sickly for no particular reason. He's just silly like that.

He's not that different from canon tbh! I have his hair in an undercut because I think it looks cool on him (plus it's easier to draw), and he has eyebags because of ... the vibe.

He has a notch taken out of his ear due to an injury! From what, he won't say .

Miscellaneous hcs:

- He listens to royalty free music unironically

- He's going through his Alan Walker phase

- He has barely legible handwriting, but can draw surprisingly well

- He types like an old man, with the "............" and everything

- His last name is Otis. His full name is Otis Otis. This one is also courtesy of @/starboundsingularities I love it so much

Last but not least: OONA!!!!!

She's really going through it.

Fun fact: Olivia Presti has curly hair!!! That means that Oona should have curly (or at least wavy) hair... but she doesn't. Which is honestly so sad.

But I can always mitigate that, so I draw her hair wavy. I guess it's more extremely frazzled than wavy, but it's the same effect in the end.

EYEBAGS. She doesn't sleep after The Incident. She also has downturned eyes, just because she gives off that vibe.

Miscellaneous hcs:

- Oona is a regular customer of a local rage room

- She knows how to use a crossbow to a mildly terrifying extent

- If a flight of stairs has a railing, she'll slide down it. She almost always ends up falling

- Her last name is Silva

- She says she knows how to speak Polish, but she only knows a select few words and doesn't know what they mean. They're all curse words.

- Subsequently, Oona is banned from several Polish restaurants across the city

That's all!! They're all so silly :3

#odd squad #odd squad pbs kids #agent olive #olive odd squad #agent otto #otto odd squad #agent olympia #olympia odd squad #agent otis #otis odd squad #agent oona #oona odd squad #my art #i love them dearly i really do

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tmntxthings · 2 years ago

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The Villainess, AKA: Cherrypie

author’s note: this wonderful fic idea was a collaboration effort including myself and @marwhoa (go check them out, lovely page even lovelier person) 20 min rounds of writing back and forth and boom!! I couldn’t be happier with the outcome and I hope you guys enjoy~~

warnings: rise!raph x villain!reader , established relationship , fluff , angst , cliffhanger

prequel one → 〔 you’re here 〕

There was a friendly hum in the air as Raph stood in the mirror and tried on outfits for his special day! Upon his suit’s collar was a chained pin. A ruby gem shimmered on the left side, twinkling with a mystic charm. Emerald green hues gazed back at Raph, soaking up the humanoid figure he had once more with a nervous—but excited!— exhale. Today would be one more of the many dates he went on with a special girl he met topside, and hopefully he could make it the most memorable date yet! After all, this gentleman might have had a nice little itinerary tucked away in his suit’s pocket.

Today’s plan was to meet up right outside of a ball that his dearest friend, April’s college was hosting! April and Y/n would be there, and Raph was Y/n’s choice as her plus-one. Thoughts of dancing across the floor with Y/n’s smaller hand in his, her dazzling smile flashing brightly as he whirled them to and fro! Gosh, just imagining it now had his feet thumping rhythmically upon the floor. Alright, one last tug of your cute tie and you’re ready to go out! His back turned to the mirror, eyes fixating on the doorway. Don’t worry, big dog, you’ve got this.

。・゜・( pov change: y/n )・゜・。

Elsewhere, a dolled-up Y/n paced across the linoleum with her heels clicking intimidatingly.

“They really think I was joking? Do they? Am I a joke to them?” Some particular floor plans and interventions had not gone too well—it was as if nobody truly wanted to escape the Hidden City and go topside! Had so much time passed that everyone was complacent with being moles, deep under ground, without a single sight of the moon big in the sky at night? Had they all become completely okay with never seeing the sun again? Y/n took—no, snatched!— a towel from its position on the wall and grit her teeth while trying to rub clean the irritation vivid upon her features. Her eyes glared at the reflection in the mirror, but just for a second as they then trailed down to the form-fitting ruby dress that draped her body. It was much too flattering, causing a blush to dust Y/n’s features and her nervous habit of spinning the wooden ring upon her ring finger—the signature ring banded with an arcanic red crystal that was poured into it.—to kick in. There was a heavy inhale as the thought of today's date resurfaced. She was going to be seeing him again today, her dearest Raph.

“Oh, please like my dress…” Y/n whispered, turning and posing to check all the angles. It was deserving of a gentle silence, the dress. As you soaked in the you in the mirror, so many thoughts whisked past. That’s me? I’m so beautiful. Will he be just as impressed? I could stare at myself forever.

There was a shy warmth whirling in your chest, so much so that the previous thoughts in your mind had been subsided. The operation had been all but forgotten from your mind, cleared by the thoughts of how tonight would go. You were in love with how you looked right now. Not a doubt in your mind, you were truly gorgeous for tonight’s date to the ball. Had your past self said, “Hey, you’ll be attending the ball with the kindest man ever,“ then surely you would have called her a liar, but here you were.

Y/n, otherwise infamously known as Cherrypie to both witches and humans alike for her fiery villainous deeds, dressed in a shimmery red dress with a split up the thighs, accentuating all the best parts. For a second, you felt less like a villain in disguise and more like a regular girl ready for her date. But…

Would anyone blame you if that’s what you truly wanted? Y/n bit her lip, trying to imagine for a second that she was exactly that—just a regular girl getting ready for her regular date. There was a bittersweet smile that subsided just as a ding came from her phone—Raphael!

。・゜・( pov change: raph )・゜・。

Raph had entered the building, slipping his phone back into his pants pocket. He was taking in the crowd that was before him as he took tentative steps forward. He blew out a breath, eyes scanning for the most beautiful girl in the world. He had messaged you to let you know he arrived, but sadly his searching was to no avail. He did spot April though!

He made a beeline for the only other person he knew there. Raph couldn’t lie, he was definitely nervous. He’d never been to a fancy ball before, the only other time he had dressed up in black tie attire was for the magic show that Leo had begged them all to attend. His brothers weren’t here this time, but his nerves subsided as April turned recognizing Raph’s green eyes.

“Look at you!! I’m so happy you could make it!” April was all smiles, giving Raph a crushing hug. “You haven’t seen Y/n yet have you?” Her eyebrows waggled with a promising look and Raph shook his head, looking around as if you would suddenly appear since your name had been said. No luck! “Do you know where she is?” Raph asked, a small smile forming on his face as he looked back down to April. “I don’t but you’re in for a treat, she’s wearing your favorite color,” April winked and Raph’s imagination went wild.

You were wearing red? He felt his cheeks flush, head whipping back and forth now honing in on all the different dresses that showcased hues of his favorite color. He was disappointed, huffing slightly at the fact that he still hadn’t spotted you. April couldn’t help but laugh at him. April loved how smitten Raph was, and April knew you felt the same way. She was so happy for the two of you. It warmed her heart to see Raph so happy, he deserved it. So she decided to help out, looking around the crowd wondering where you had wandered off to.

Maybe it was just pure luck, but it only took a few seconds, and April tapped on Raph’s arm. He immediately looked down to see April pointing to her left. His eyes followed, and he sucked in his breath. It was as if the crowd parted and he could see you, walking towards him. Stealing his breath away. You were drop dead gorgeous. Hair swishing back and forth in slow motion as if the world revolved around you. “Breathe Raph,” April teased, elbowing him in the side. His cheeks burned as he took in deep breaths.

。・゜・( pov change: both )・゜・。

Y/n held her phone in her hand, checking it over and over again while waiting for Raph to arrive. She had seen April already and received the most dramatic positive response for her attire EVER. All the whistles and shouts as her friend took photos from every angle had left you fidgeting embarrassedly. She hadn’t seen Raph yet either, so you settled for roaming the floor in hopes that fate would bring you both together!

And, as luck would have it, you both did encounter each other after only a few minutes of search. The sensation of a burning gaze on you had your attention. Turning on your heel quickly, your eyes locked with the warmest emerald pools ever, of which were currently taking in your silhouette in its entirety. In your chest, your heart was performing somersaults and leaving you out of breath. Why, he did dress up nicely. The suit just seemed so right on him!

From your pocket (after all, what witch-villain wears a pocketless dress?), you pull a small square matching your dress and tick-tack-tick’d on up to your love. “Raphie, you made it—eek!”Once Y/n was close enough, Raph wasted no time in scooping her up and giving an affectionate twirl.

“I gotta be dreaming, there’s no way the world’s prettiest Angel is smiling at me right now.” He gave a toothy grin, his signature snaggletooth pressing upon his bottom lip in that captivating way it always did. You melted as his hand brushed strands of hair from your face carefully. He leaned in, planting a satisfying kiss upon your forehead before pulling back to see what the handkerchief you held was for.

“This, this is to show we’re a pair!” Y/n cooed as her hands pushed it into his suit’s chest-pocket, smoothing it out neatly. Her hand patted it, lingering on his broad chest for some seconds until his bashful throat-clearing had stirred her out of the trance.

“Um, right, I hope you don’t mind that I planned out the night for us. Af-After being together so long , I was… I…” His train of thought seemed to leave without him as his gaze fixated on your dress. You could’ve sworn tears welled up in his eyes as his hands reached to rest on your hips, rubbing slow circles against the fabric. One of his hands lifted to take your hand, lacing together your fingers. He had noticed that even dressed as you were—fancy for a ball—there was still that special wooden ring sitting snug upon your dominant hand’s ring finger. It’s red band glimmered in the light just as your dress did, causing his gaze to just soften with all the love in the world. “Sorry, red just looks… breathtaking on you, Y/n.”

As the lights were dimming and music was beginning to play, Raph’s attention was brought to the couples forming on the floor’s center. His hold on your hips tightened snuggly as his eyes returned to yours.

“Raph…?” You breathed out, captivated in his burning gaze.

“Can I have this dance?” His hand rose, its open palm extended as a comfortable place for your smaller hand. Not wanting to miss a single second with him, you were eager to oblige. Your hand slid into his as you both joined the floor with almost literal hearts bobbing within your irises, pure love as the two of you swam through the sea of dancers, rocking with the flow almost as if it were second nature.

Y/n wasn’t some villain from the Hidden City and Raph wasn’t some mutant ninja from the sewers. For now, the two of you were the most ordinary couple swaying across the ballroom door with sweeping steps that almost traced hearts with each pat of a toe-tip. A shared welling-up in each other's chests, identical breath-holding, and just the same amount of tears glowing your eyes. Raph and Y/n were in perfect harmony, almost the stars of the dance so far as others would catch sight of your mesmerizing dance.

It would have continued being the most romantic song ever played by two bodies, had the record not been scratched by a distant explosion. Easily overlooked, if not for the second that followed. Then a third, fourth—hell, even a fifth. All inching closer and closer. In that moment, both your hearts plummeted in your chests, but for different reasons. Raph, fearing what those sounds meant for your safety, and you, fearing for having even dared try to pretend you were anyone other than Cherrypie, the villain to bring this city to its knees. Tonight’s attack had completely slipped your mind.

The last explosion rumbled the entire building and Raph’s hold on your hips moved to encase your whole body. Pulling you right to his chest, ready for if the entire room collapsed, he’d protect you. This was bad, Raph thought, he didn’t know what the hell was going on, but he needed to get you to safety and then he could figure out the rest. He was a hero after all.

“Y/n” the reverie of the dance and music was broken. Screaming started to sound around them as bodies were rushing this way and that, to get out of the building. Running towards the various exit signs in the room. “I need you to run and get to safety, find April and stick together.” His tone was serious and authoritative, his arms holding you at arms length to look into your eyes before squeezing your arms and letting go.

“Raphael! Where do you think you're going?!” Your hand shot out as soon as he turned to leave. In your mind, he was just a human. The safest place for him would be at your side, even if you were the villain of this story. Even though the surrounding explosions were your doing, you didn’t want Raph to get hurt.

“I’ve gotta go help baby! What if someone was caught in those explosions? I’m sure they are scared, no need to worry about me,” He gave you a rugged smile, sounding confident. So when your hand slipped away from his arm, watching as he ran to the front doors, leaving the ballroom, heading for the chaos that was ensuing outside, you knew you had to get back to business. After a few moments of cornering your resolve you booked it to the back doors. Pushing them open and immediately found yourself swarmed by the scent of smoke.

“Ready or not New York, here comes Cherrypie.” You mumbled a spell under your breath, your dazzling dress disappearing. As your dress vanished, it was replaced with a maroon wide brim hat, polished off with a green ribbon with long tails that would whisk through the hair behind you. Your clothes became green bell-bottom pants, flaring out to frame smooth red Mary Jane’s that made a familiarly intimidating click-clack with each step. Red magic crackled at your eyes as they embraced a deeper green hue. A sinister smirk found its rightful place upon your lips as the magic placed a finishing touch of a red blouse with a deep v-neck and flounce sleeves.

The wind danced through you, Cherrypie, swaying your clothes in an all-too perfect way. The crackling red magic enveloped your body, snapping to make your stature disappear and reappear at the scene of the explosion, right upon an elevated surface—just for that extra bit of power imbalanced in your favor. “Now, now, people of New York!” Your voice boomed, amplified by magic as your hat’s brim hid your eyes and only revealed the villainous smile you held.

“You couldn’t have possibly expected I was gone, could you? No, no, never would I have gone without such a flamboyant exit. And say, what would be the best of exits than a series of explosions to leave you all trembling at my feet?”With their spiel, Y/n found themselves working far too hard to feel the strength, the power—the fear-striking twinge. It had been a thought on the back of their head, especially since meeting Raph. A thought of, “ hey, what if we /were/ a normal resident? someone better, not villainous? “

Their smirk faltered at a passing memory, one of their younger self. See, you hadn’t always wanted to be a villain. Once upon a time you dreamt of being the hero of the topside. You dreamt of being someone that the people were so happy to see, someone they cheered for. You dreamt of being the person that struck hope in everyone, not fear.

But, you know what they say about villains. A villain is simply a hero that everyone failed. And the first to fail you was your own mother, ingraining her hatred for the humans and their having sent everyone underground, all into you. You became her conduit for revenge, and had long since accepted that as your fate. You just weren’t meant to be a hero, right? Especially not with the magic you had. You were just a tragic villain, simple as that.

But when you met Raph? Why, he awoke something within. He had made you remember what it felt like to be the reason for someone’s smile, for their happiness. He reminded you how much you longed to be good. For a second, you almost thought… maybe… Could you—

“Swooping in LIKE A BOSS!”

Y/n lifted her head to see a surge of red magic crackling towards them, forming a humanoid—no, turtle-like?— figure. Their fist was focused right towards them. Bracing themselves for the sudden impact, Cherrypie tried to hold her ground against the force but found themselves toppling over, plunging downwards. Thankfully, she was rescued by her magic softening the fall, but still she rolled across the ground.

“What the—?”

You looked up from where you had fallen, dazed and confused by just what hit you—or, WHO, dared to hit you. Standing on thé edge above you was the large frame of what seemed to be a … turtle? Is that a turtle yokai? No, you didn’t recognize their magic signature, it seemed something more… mutated?

“A mutant? But you seem different from the others…” Muttered Y/n under her breath before reflexively rolling out of the way of the second punch coming straight down as the red-banded mutant pursued her once again. It was almost as if this one hadn’t been a human originally—or even mutated recently. Almost like he was… born from it? Born as a mutant?

“Whoa! What’s with you?! We’re on the same team—against the humans!” There was a pang in your chest as that last part slipped your lips, just as a thought crossed your mind, “ but raphael's a human, too. “ For a second, you found your balance to be put off a bit as you narrowly dodged the tonfas lunging towards you.

“Against humans? No, I PROTECT the humans, against villains like you.” Raph jabbed a single tonfa in your direction, pointing accusingly with black eyes glaring daggers at you.

You almost felt like those eyes were familiar, but just on the tip of your tongue. Shaking that away, Y/n flicked her fingers to envelope them in her signature magic. Eating away at her was a quiet little voice in the back of her head, going, “ hey, his magic is kind of like ours. red, fiery—looks and feels destructive.. but, he’s a hero! `` Your eyes looked at your magic simmering, just a second’s look. “ maybe we can still be a hero, don’t you think? “

That voice… Y/n shook their head and let out a frustrated yell before lunging towards the mutant.

For a big fellow he sure was fast. With each swipe you made striking out violently, your magic resembled streaks of red lightning as they crackled around you both. But the mutant dodged each, and thus a dance began. While you tried to maintain the offensive, the turtle would gain enough momentum with each of your misses and parry back with his own weapons.

The fight was destructive too, each missed strike would ricochet off into a nearby building or car—resonating a loud crack of lightning around the two of you. Y/N gritted her teeth, growing tired of the endless dodging,

“You’re good, I’ll give you that, turtle, but you are no match for me.” Your eyes shone brighter as you called forth a powerful surge of your magic. It would take a lot out of you, but you needed to end this fight quickly. The longer it went on, the more favor swept to his side.

“I am sorry it has to end this way,” your tone teasing and condescending. As if your victory was all but assured now. The mutant watched as you powered up, his own stance becoming one of defense, his body turning into red and the red version of himself growing in size. But just at the last second, as if he had suddenly changed his mind, he lunged forward attacking you.

Your eyes widened as his massive figure barreled towards you at a speed that shouldn’t be possible. You yelled, throwing all the power that you had accumulated, though premature. Your magic burst from your hands—sparks, lightning, and flames alike shooting out in madness. You had your target locked in and just as the first met the mutant's skin, he apparated.

“NO!” Y/n screamed as the mutant disappeared from her line of fire. Most of the magic colliding into a university building, demolishing it entirely. You were seething, breathing heavily as the power drain hit you like a truck. It would take time for your magic to recuperate. You had to get out of there, not wanting to retreat but not wanting to get caught in such circumstances!

“You’re not so bad yourself,” A deep voice rumbled from behind you. And you cursed under your breath. Already feeling one of his weapons graze the back of your neck. “Don’t you even think about movin'.” He warned and you rolled your eyes, it would be so easy to get away, if only you had enough magic to do so. Why had you used so much?! Was it the anger? Was it because of your past? Because your head wasn’t in the game?

With your magic starting to dwindle and cave in on itself, your disguise was starting to fall with it. Raph had swept your feet during this, watching you fall and moving to press his leg just enough against you that you were unable to escape. There was a fear bubbling under the surface as you watched your clothes slowly fizzle and fade, gradually revealing the human “you” underneath it.

Raph’s expression contorted into one of an emotion you couldn’t recognize, though a nagging voice clawed its way through your mind, saying it was pity. You had lost, and he must have been all too aware of that! He would finish you off—or worse, throw you to the humans to determine your fate. Here would be where Cherrypie ended, right at the peak of her villainy. It would be here that your mother’s disappointment would fester. Would she even retrieve you or leave you behind, turning to someone else to train into her vessel of revenge?

Those thoughts never met their end, instead vanishing as his leg loosened on you. “Wha-?”

Y/n breathed out in confusion, barely able to raise her voice as Raph’s lips tugged downwards in what might have been a pained frown. He swiped his arm, pointing away. “Get out of here.”

“What?”

“GO!” He roared, enough that it shook you to your core. Away you went, not wasting a chance to return to the Hidden City. Your heels clicked on the ground as tears welled up in your eyes. Were you afraid? Sad? Relieved? Whatever it was, no matter how badly your legs wished you would stop running, no matter how your throat stung, you never stopped running until you got back.

As Y/N ran, her ruby-red dress flowing in the wind, glimmering as the moon’s light illuminated its glittery fabric, Raph watched with heartbroken disbelief. Upon the hand that shakily held out as if to be a puny boundary, protecting the villain from the hero, shaky black eyes rested upon a painstakingly familiar wooden ring around their hand. A suspicion rose in his head, and before it could ever be denied, the villain’s disguise dropped and revealed the worst plot-twist of this hero’s life.

The twisting in his chest, the clawing in his throat, and the stinging in his eyes as tears welled up. He didn’t know how to feel. For the first time in a long time, since Shredder, the Kraang, or Big Mama, Raphael Hamato was left out of breath and without a plan.

An unknown amount of time passed as he stood there, Y/n long since vanishing in the distance. All that was left in the air now was distant cries, shouts, and alarms from cars and buildings alike. That, and a sheet of paper that was stuck under a rock, fluttering violently in the wind. Raph stared at it for a few seconds before wiping his tears and reaching down to pick it up.

Raph & Y/N’s Date!

* Ballroom dancing! (make sure to practice your moves once more. It has to knock her socks off!)

* Walk to Star’s Pointe at the park (there are shooting stars tonight, and we know Y/N would love them.)

* Listen to the Bellman Fairy’s performance (they’re doing an impromptu concert at the same park at midnight! It’s Y/N’s favorite band, I don’t think even she knows it’s happening!)

* Finish the night off with Lou, Mike Tony, Tony's Pizzeria (We always told her we’d take her to my new favorite pizza place. Hopefully she doesn’t question DIGG.)

* Optional: Maybe walk her home and give her a kiss..

The paper ended up crumpled in the red-banded turtle’s hands as he turned on his heel and slid into the shadows, heading home after such a night. Later, he would receive a message from Y/n

NOTIFICATION

You have seven new messages!

♡︎ Y/N L/N 11m ago

Raphie! Are you okay? Did you get home okay? I was so worried about you the entire time.

♡︎ Y/N L/N 10m ago

Raph?

♡︎ Y/N L/N 10m ago

Please tell me you’re okay…

♡︎ Y/N L/N 5m ago

I…

♡︎ Y/N L/N 5m ago

Can I tell you something?

♡︎ Y/N L/N sent now

Never mind that last message.

♡︎ Y/N L/N sent now

Please be safe..

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marwhoa · 2 years ago

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🝮 “ cherrypie ”

rise!raph x villain!female!reader

author’s note: hello, hello! this fic is a special one that i actually co-wrote with my beloved, @tmntxthings !! We were both tasked with writing as much of a scene for 20 minutes and going back and forth until the fic felt finished 😎 they will be posting this to their account in the following days, so keep a look out to give them lovin’!!

word count: 4.2k

Emerald green hues gazed back at Raph, soaking up the humanoid figure he had once more with a nervous—but excited!— exhale. Today would be one more of the many dates he went on with a special girl he met topside, and hopefully he could make it the most memorable date yet! After all, this gentleman might have had a nice little itinerary tucked away in his suit’s pocket.

Today’s plan was to meet up right outside of a ball that his dearest friend, April’s college was hosting! April and Y/N would be there, and Raph was Y/N’s choice as her plus-one. Thoughts of dancing across the floor with Y/N’s smaller hand in his, her dazzling smile flashing brightly as he whirled them to and fro! Gosh, just imagining it now had his feet thumping rhythmically upon the floor.

Alright, one last tug of your cute tie and you’re ready to go out! His back turned to the mirror, eyes fixating on the doorway. Don’t worry, big dog, you’ve got this.

———

Elsewhere, a dolled-up Y/N paced across the linoleum with her heels clicking intimidatingly.

“ They really think I was joking? Do they? Am I a joke to them? “

Some particular floor plans and interventions had not gone too well—it was as if nobody truly wanted to escape the Hidden City and go topside! Had so much time passed that everyone was complacent with being moles, deep under ground, without a single sight of the moon big in the sky at night? Had they all become completely okay with never seeing the sun again? Y/N took—no, snatched!— a towel from its position on the wall and grit her teeth while trying to rub clean the irritation vivid upon her features. Her eyes glared at the reflection in the mirror, but just for a second as they then trailed down to the form-fitting Ruby dress that draped her body. It was much too flattering, causing a blush to dust Y/N’s features and her nervous habit of spinning the wooden ring upon her ring finger—the signature ring banded with an arcanic red crystal that was poured into it.—had kicked in. There was a heavy inhale as the thought of today's date resurfaced. She was going to be seeing him again today, her dearest Raph.

“ Oh, please like my dress… “

Y/N whispered, turning and posing to check all the angles. It was deserving of a gentle silence, the dress. As you soaked in the you in the mirror, so many thoughts whisked past.

That’s me?

I’m so beautiful.

Will he be just as impressed?

I could stare at myself forever.

There was a shy warmth whirling in your chest, so much so that the previous thoughts in your mind had been subsided. The operation had been all but forgotten from your mind, cleared by the thoughts of how tonight would go. You were in love with how you looked right now. Not a doubt in your mind, you were truly gorgeous for tonight’s date to the ball. Had your past self said, “ hey, you’ll be attending the hall with the kindest man ever ” then surely you would have called her a liar, but here you were.

Y/N L/N, otherwise infamously known as Cherrypie to both witches and humans alike for her fiery villainous deeds, dressed in a shimmery red dress with a split up the thighs, accentuating all the best parts. For a second, you felt less like a villain in disguise and more like a regular girl ready for her date.

But…

Would anyone blame you if that’s what you truly wanted? Y/N bit her lip, trying to imagine for a second that she was exactly that—just a regular girl getting ready for her regular date. There was a bittersweet smile that subsided just as a ding came from her phone—Raphael!

———

“ Look at you!! I’m so happy you could make it! ”

April was all smiles, giving Raph a crushing hug.

“You haven’t seen Y/n yet have you?”

Her eyebrows waggled with a promising look and Raph shook his head, looking around as if you would suddenly appear since your name had been said. No luck!

“ Do you know where she is? ”

Raph asked, a small smile forming on his face as he looked back down to April.

“ I don’t but you’re in for a treat, she’s wearing your favorite color. ”

April winked and Raph’s imagination went wild. You were wearing red? He felt his cheeks flush, head whipping back and forth now honing in on all the different dresses that showcased hues of his favorite color. He was disappointed, huffing slightly at the fact that he still hadn’t spotted you. April couldn’t help but laugh at him. April loved how smitten Raph was, and April knew you felt the same way. She was so happy for the two of you. It warmed her heart to see Raph so happy, he deserved it. So she decided to help out, looking around the crowd wondering where you had wandered off to.

“ Breathe Raph. ”

April teased, elbowing him in the side. His cheeks burned as he took in deep breaths.

Y/N held her phone in her hand, checking it over and over again while waiting for Raph to arrive. She had seen April already and received the most dramatic positive response for her attire EVER. All the whistles and shouts as her friend took photos from every angle had left you fidgeting embarrassedly.

She hadn’t seen Raph yet either, so you settled for roaming the floor in hopes that fate would bring you both together!

From your pocket ( after all, what witch-villain wears a pocketless dress? ), you pull a small square matching your dress and tick-tack-tick’d on up to your love.

“ Raphie, you made it—eek! “

Once Y/N was close enough, Raph wasted no time in scooping her up and giving an affectionate twirl.

“ I gotta be dreaming, there’s no way the world’s prettiest Angel is smiling at me right now. “

He gave a toothy grin, his signature snaggletooth pressing upon his bottom lip in that captivating way it always did. You melted as his hand brushed strands of hair from your face carefully. He leaned in, planting a satisfying kiss upon your forehead before pulling back to see what the handkerchief you held was for.

“ This, this is to show we’re a pair! “

Y/N cooed as her hands pushed it into his suit’s chest-pocket, smoothing it out neatly. Her hand patted it, lingering on his broad chest for some seconds until his bashful throat-clearing had stirred her out of the trance.

“ Um, right, I hope you don’t mind that I planned out the night for us. Af-After being together so long , I was… I… “

His train of thought seemed to leave without him as his gaze fixated on your dress. You could’ve sworn tears welled up in his eyes as his hands reached to rest on your hips, rubbing slow circles against the fabric. One of his hands lifted to take your hand, lacing together your fingers. He had noticed that even dressed as you were—fancy for a ball—there was still that special wooden ring sitting snug upon your dominant hand’s ring finger. It’s red band glimmered in the light just as your dress did, causing his gaze to just soften with all the love in the world.

“ Sorry, red just looks …. Breathtaking on you, Y/N. “

“ Raph…? “

You breathed out, captivated in his burning gaze.

“ Can I have this dance? “

His hand rose, its open palm extended as a comfortable place for your smaller hand. Not wanting to miss a single second with him, you were eager to oblige. Your hand slid into his as you both joined the floor with almost literal hearts bobbing within your irises, pure love as the two of you swam through the sea of dancers, rocking with the flow almost as if it were second nature.

Y/N wasn’t some villain from the Hidden City and Raph wasn’t some mutant ninja from the sewers. For now, the two of you were the most ordinary couple swaying across the ballroom door with sweeping steps that almost traced hearts with each pat of a toe-tip. A shared welling-up in each other's chests, identical breath-holding, and just the same amount of tears glowing your eyes. Raph and Y/N were in perfect harmony, almost the stars of the dance so far as others would catch sight of your mesmerizing dance.

It would have continued being the most romantic song ever played by two bodies, had the record not been scratched by a distant explosion. Easily overlooked, if not for the second that followed.

Then a third, fourth—hell, even a fifth. All inching closer and closer.

In that moment, both your hearts plummeted in your chests, but for different reasons. Raph, fearing what those sounds meant for your safety, and you, fearing for having even dared try to pretend you were anyone other than Cherrypie, the villain to bring this city to its knees. Tonight’s attack has completely slipped your mind.

The last explosion rumbled the entire building and Raph’s hold on your hips moved to encase your whole body. Pulling you right to his chest, ready for if the entire room collapsed, he’d protect. This was bad, Raph thought, he didn’t know what the hell was going on, but he needed to get you to safety and then he could figure out the rest. He was a hero after all.

“ Y/N. “

The reverie of the dance and music was broken. Screaming started to sound around them as bodies were rushing this way and that, to get out of the building. Running towards the various exit signs in the room.

“ I need you to run and get to safety, find April and stick together. “

His tone was serious and authoritative, his arms holding you put to look into your eyes before squeezing your arms and letting go.

“ Raphael! Where do you think you're going?! “

Your hand shot out as soon as he turned to leave. In your mind, he was just a human. The safest place for him would be at your side, even if you were the villain of this story. Even though the surrounding explosions were your doing, you didn’t want Raph to get hurt.

“ I’ve gotta go help, baby! What if someone was caught in those explosions? I’m sure they are scared, no need to worry about me. ”

He gave you a rugged smile, sounding confident. So when your hand slipped away from his arm, watching as he ran to the front doors, leaving the ballroom, heading for the chaos that was ensuing outside, you knew you had to get back to business. After a few moments of cornering your resolve you booked it to the back doors. Pushing them open and immediately found yourself swarmed by the scent of smoke.

“ Ready or not New York, here comes Cherrypie. “

You mumbled a spell under your breath, your dazzling dress disappearing.

As it vanished, the dress was replaced with a maroon wide brim hat, polished off with a green ribbon with long tails that would whisk through the hair behind you. Your clothes became green bell-bottom pants, flaring out to frame smooth red Mary Jane’s that made a familiarly intimidating click-clack with each step. Red magic crackled at your eyes as they embraced a deeper green hue. A sinister smirk found its rightful place upon your lips as the magic placed a finishing touch of a red blouse with a deep v-neck and flounce sleeves.

“ Now, now, people of New York! “

Your voice boomed, amplified by magic as your hat’s brim hid your eyes and only revealed the villainous smile you held.

With their spiel, Y/N found themselves working far too hard to feel the strength, the power—the fear-striking twinge. It had been a thought on the back of their head, especially since meeting Raph. A thought of, “ hey, what if we were a normal resident? someone better, not villainous? ”

You dreamt of being the person that struck hope in everyone, not fear.

But, you know what they say about villains.

A villain is simply a hero that everyone failed. And the first to fail you was your own mother, ingraining her hatred for the humans and their having sent everyone underground, all into you. You became her conduit for revenge, and had long since accepted that as your fate. You just weren’t meant to be a hero, right? Especially not with the magic you had. You were just a tragic villain, simple as that.

“ Swooping in LIKE A BOSS! “

Y/N lifted her head to see a surge of red magic crackling towards them, forming a humanoid—no, turtle-like?— figure. Their fist was focused right towards them. Bracing themselves for the sudden impact, Cherrypie tried to hold her ground against the force but found themselves toppling over, plunging downwards.

Thankfully, she was rescued by her magic softening the fall, but still she rolled across the ground.

“ What the—? “

You looked up from where you had fallen, dazed and confused by just what hit you—or, WHO, dared to hit you. Standing on the edge above you was the large frame of what seemed to be a … turtle? Is that a turtle yokai? No, you didn’t recognize their magic signature, it seemed something more… mutated?

“ A mutant? But you seem different from the others… “

Muttered Y/N under her breath before reflexively rolling out of the way of the second punch coming straight down as the red-banded mutant pursued her once again. It was almost as if this one hadn’t been a human originally—or even mutated recently. Almost like he was… born from it? Born as a mutant?

“ Whoa! What’s with you?! We’re on the same team—against the humans! “

There was a pang in your chest as that last part slipped your lips, just as a thought crossed your mind, “ but raphael's a human, too. “ For a second, you found your balance to be put off a bit as you narrowly dodged the tonfas lunging towards you.

“ Against humans? No, I PROTECT the humans, against villains like you. “

Raph jabbed a single tonfa in your direction, pointing accusingly with black eyes glaring daggers at you.

You almost felt like those eyes were familiar, but just on the tip of your tongue. Shaking that away, Y/N flicked her fingers to envelope them in her signature magic. Eating away at her was a quiet little voice in the back of her head, going, “ hey, his magic is kind of like ours. red, fiery—looks and feels destructive.. but, he’s a hero! `` Your eyes looked at your magic simmering, just a second’s look. “ maybe we can still be a hero, don’t you think? “

His voice… Y/N shook their head and let out a frustrated yell before lunging towards the mutant.

“ You’re good, I’ll give you that, turtle, but you are no match for me. “

Your eyes shone brighter as you called forth a powerful surge of your magic. It would take a lot out of you, but you needed to end this fight quickly. The longer it went on, the more favor swept to his side.

“ I am sorry it has to end this way, “

Your tone was teasing and condescending. As if your victory was all but assured now. The mutant watched as you powered up, his own stance becoming one of defense, his body turning into red and the red version of himself growing in size. But just at the last second, as if he had suddenly changed his mind, he lunged forward attacking you.

“ NO! “

Y/N screamed as the mutant disappeared from her line of fire. Most of the magic colliding into a university building, demolishing it entirely. You were seething, breathing heavily as the power drain hit you like a truck. It would take time for your magic to recuperate. You had to get out of there, not wanting to retreat but not wanting to get caught in such circumstances!

“ You’re not so bad yourself. ”

A deep voice rumbled from behind you. And you cursed under your breath. Already feeling one of his weapons graze the back of your neck.

“ Don’t you even think about movin'. “

He warned, and you rolled your eyes. It would be so easy to get away, if only you had enough magic to do so. Why had you used so much?! Was it the anger? Was it because of your past? Because your head wasn’t in the game?

With your magic starting to dwindle and cave in on itself, your disguise was starting to fall with it. Raph had swept your feet during this, watching you fall and moving to press his leg just enough against you that you were unable to escape. Your hand reached out, as if it could put a distance between you and your enemy. There was a fear bubbling under the surface as you watched your clothes slowly fizzle and fade, gradually revealing the human “ you ” underneath it.

Those thoughts never met their end, instead vanishing at his leg loosened on you.

“ Wha—? “

Y/N breathed out in confusion, barely able to raise her voice as Raph’s lips tugged downwards in what might have been a pained frown. He swiped his arm, pointing away.

“ Get out of here. “

“ What? “

“ GO! “

He roared, enough that it shook you to your core. Away you went, not wasting a chance to return to the Hidden City. Your heels clicked on the ground as tears welled up in your eyes. Were you afraid? Sad? Relieved? Whatever it was, no matter how badly your legs wished you would stop running, no matter how your throat stung, you never stopped running until you got back.

———

As Y/N ran, her ruby-red dress flowing in the wind, glimmering as the moon’s light illuminated its glittery fabric, Raph watched with a heartbroken disbelief. Upon the hand that shakily held out as if to be a puny boundary, protecting the villain from the hero, shaky black eyes rested upon a painstakingly familiar wooden ring around their hand. A suspicion rose in his head, and before it could ever be denied, the villain’s disguise dropped and revealed the worst plot-twist of this hero’s life.

Cherrypie was none other than the girl he had fallen head over heels for. The girl who filled him with so many amazing emotions and feelings was the very same villain who had done almost irreversible damage to the city.

The twisting in his chest, the clawing in his throat, and the stinging in his eyes as tears welled up.

He didn’t know how to feel. For the first time in a long time, since Shredder, the Kraang, or Big Mama, Raphael Hamato was left out of breath and without a plan.

An unknown amount of time passed as he stood there, Y/N long since vanishing in the distance. All that was left in the air now was distant cries, shouts, and alarms from cars and buildings alike. That, and a sheet of paper that was stuck under a rock, fluttering violently in the wind. Raph stared at it for a few seconds before wiping his tears and reaching down to pick it up.

Raph & Y/N’s Date!

Ballroom dancing! (make sure to practice your moves once more. It has to knock her socks off!)

Walk to Star’s Pointe at the park (there are shooting stars tonight, and we know Y/N would love them.)

Listen to the Bellman Fairy’s performance (they’re doing an impromptu concert at the same park at midnight! It’s Y/N’s favorite band, I don’t think even she knows it’s happening!)

Finish the night off with Lou, Mike Tony, Tony's Pizzeria (We always told her we’d take her to my new favorite pizza place. Hopefully she doesn’t question DIGG.)

Optional: Maybe walk her home and give her a kiss..

The paper ended up crumpled in the red-banded turtle’s hands as he turned on his heel and slid into the shadows, heading home after such a night.

Later, he would receive a message from Y/N.

NOTIFICATION

You have seven new messages!

———————————————————

♡︎ Y/N L/N 11m ago

Raphie! Are you okay? Did you get home okay? I was so worried about you the entire time.

♡︎ Y/N L/N 10m ago

Raph?

♡︎ Y/N L/N 10m ago

Please tell me you’re okay…

♡︎ Y/N L/N 5m ago

I…

♡︎ Y/N L/N 5m ago

Can I tell you something?

♡︎ Y/N L/N sent now

Never mind that last message.

♡︎ Y/N L/N sent now

Please be safe..

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aquagustd · 3 years ago

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blind whispers - PJM

↣ it’s been years, four years to be exact when the male who has been appearing in your dreams finally materializes in the form of your guardian angel. Well, you think he’s your guardian angel, and you sure hope he is because you take his counsel without thinking twice.

pairing — guardian angel?jimin x reader

genre/rating — R | smut, fluff, angst

word count — 9.5K

warnings/tags — there is a plot twist (which might be only for y/n lol since she’s so oblivious) but I know some readers don’t like reading fics about demons etc, so I will say that demons are…mentioned) strong language, college au, alcohol consumption, Y/N is kind of a scaredy cat, fainting, toxic parents, some yoongi action, masturbation, implicit drunken sex, explicit smut- voyeurism, exhibitionism, oral (f), dirty talk, scratching, unprotected sex, nipple play, multiple orgasms, restraints (he uses his powers)

a/n — ah, jimin’s bday fic, finally. I love Jimin’s cheeks.

∞

this is for Jimin’s Sunset Spooktober event hosted by @opaljm @jamaisjoons & @chateautae! Please give the authors love & support for cooking up such spooktacular ideas (lol)

Angels.

Demons.

Their existence instilled in our minds until we understood the concept of good and evil, until we could decipher, for ourselves, what could be considered as right, and what would be written off as wrong. Angels embody all that is good, the image of fluffy, white wings, golden harp, effulgent halo and cherubic features come to mind upon hearing the word. Pure, white, pristine, just as their actions.

And then, like up and down, left and right, black and white, honesty and deception. Angels and devils. Demonic, frightening creatures, pointy teeth, terrifying eyes and dark horns. Black, fire, evil, mischievous, all that is wrong. It fascinated you, how easy it could be to classify the two, because it became easier to characterize the iniquities. But if you let your mind wander, just a little bit further, the thought that angels may have pointy teeth or horns, in place of their halo, comes to the forefront, but not once did you consider the deception from their opposite, the devil.

Your lack of knowledge frustrated you, and could you really trust the internet in general? How lousy it would be to use Wikipedia as your source of information.

The sound of the bell chiming above the entrance rings into your thoughts, causing your hand to slip from under your chin where it rested, an easier slide with the forgotten magazine that once padded your elbow.

“Hello,” you yawn, peering down the aisle where Mr. Lee crouches down to reach into the back, pulling out his stash that you promised to keep safely just for him, since his favorite snack is always sold out. His grumpy and forced smile was something you hated seeing on his crinkly features, so you had made a promise to him, one that you’ve kept for several weeks now.

He places the packet of kettle fried chips on the counter, rummaging through his thick, worn-out coat for his money bag.

“You need to get a wallet. Anyone could see through that flimsy bag, especially someone like you carrying around all that money,” you warn, thanking him when he hands you the change, pausing for a moment when he places his fists against the edge of the counter, moles accentuated by the fluorescent lighting, he levels your stare when you add, “they might see you as an easy target.”

“This place is an easy target,” he grumbles, “I told you to find another job. It’s not safe here for a young lady like you, or anyone at all.”

You pout, “will my replacement keep a secret stash for Mr. Lee like I do?”

He clicks his tongue, adjusting the woollen hat that shelters his silver strands before dragging the bag of chips toward him, “I can get this anywhere, I only come here to keep an eye on you.”

You roll your eyes, “you come here because it’s the closest to your house!”

He pauses for a moment, beady eyes darting from his hands to your face, “and that too.”

With a giggle, you wave him off as he makes his way back out into Autumn air, a light breeze causing his knitted scarf to whip over his shoulder, he lifts a hand in farewell, passing the display window with too much energy for a seventy-five year old.

And it’s quiet again, with Mr. Lee’s words replaying in your head. You considered applying for another job, but the hours aren’t convenient for you. With your lectures running throughout the day, you only have half an hour to spare before your shift at the gas station. It’s the only store that’s open during times which works out for you perfectly. After your night shift, you still have five hours to catch up on sleep, with your first lecture starting at 9AM.

However, with your torpid mind, lethargy settling in your bones, plus the constant fear that someone might walk in demanding all the cash in the drawer, your nights aren’t easy, especially with your dreams, sometimes nightmares, flashing vividly in your mind.

You did consider that those dreams are a result of your unstable sleep schedule, and it doesn’t help when you go to bed on an empty stomach. Not like you have much of a choice, if you eat so much as a few grains of rice before bed, the heavy ache in your chest only has you tossing and turning in bed and then you’re in a shitty mood for the rest of the day with poor concentration. You surmised that a meal before bed isn’t recommended, especially when you’re up for over eighteen hours, running on coffee and ramen.

The dreams get worse—no, not worse— evocative with each night that passes and it’s always the same character, the same man whose features you’ve memorized by now. And it all began after you started college, after you moved away to live on your own and find your way without the constant judgement from your parents. It could be your subconscious trying to tell you something, but you stopped interpreting dreams when you realized that they make no sense. None at all.

Believe it or not, you can still remember the first time you saw him, your eighteenth birthday. Raven hair brushed back, lips pursed while he stared at you from afar. You were sat on the swing your parents had set up when you turned eight, and then you fell into consciousness upon seeing him approach you.

The most recent was quite unnerving, to the point where your heart begins to race just as you can recall in the dream. You were laying on your couch, moonlight filling the lounge and your head was on someone’s lap, they were singing a beautiful tune, fingers combing down your hair and when you tilted your head up, it was him, shirtless. It unsettled you because it felt so real, and that night you had fallen asleep on your couch so with your hazy thoughts, the line between dreams and reality was blurred.

Your best friend knows all about these dreams, you laugh them off at the end. What he doesn’t know is that you’ve developed a weird attachment to the man in your dreams and sometimes, more often than not, you find yourself looking forward to them.

The bell rings again and you’re caught off guard by the familiar khaki jacket shuffling through the aisles. With a rapid heartbeat, you spin around to glance at the clock above the glowing shelves.

00:00

Every night, without fail, this mystery would pop in for a few beers and sometimes, condoms or some gum. His lack of response or cat-like eyes sparked a little, dare you say, crush on the enigmatic man, pink hair dipping over his furrowed brows.

Teeth sinking into your lower lip, you watch with trembling knees as he approaches the counter and sets down his usual purchases, smoky voice reaching your ears just as his thick cologne penetrates your senses. You ring him up and your breath catches in your throat as your fingers graze slightly, thighs sticking together when he offers a smirk and a wink. The first you’ve ever received from him.

“Thanks,” he husks out your name, pulling the hood over his head as he backs away and presses a shoulder into the glass door.

With a dreamy sigh, you watch him disappear into the night, his glossy van rolling along the gravel.

It started with his smiles, then he stared long and hard at the tag pinned to your apron and used your name in the few seconds you would speak, but you’re yet to have his name, for now he’s just pink hair dude when you’re rambling about him to Seokjin.

Damn. A measly wink and your panties are soaked, how touch starved could you be?

Cringing at your own bodily fluids, you step out of the backdoor holding the noisome garbage bags filled with moldy pies and pastries. The fresh cream has liquified fully and you fling it into the dumpster, shoulders lifted up to your ears when you lock the door behind you and turn off the lights. You make a mental note to tell your boss that he should stop buying those pastries because they all land the same fate.

And then comes the portion of the evening you dread the most, walking back home with the ominous tales of the path you’re forced to take, alien plants lining each side as the moon hangs high above your head, the only form of lighting shrouding your frightened figure.

It could be a load of lies, but the image of a woman with pallid, blue skin, matted hair covering her face haunts your mind, the highway ghost you’ve heard of.

Cursing yourself for envisioning her face, you speed around the curve, head swivelling this way and that to monitor your surroundings.

You think you hear footsteps behind you, and with the ring of keys held tightly in your fist that’s plunged into your jeans pocket, you spin around and hold it up in defence, heart lodged in your throat. Laughing at your own idiocy when nothing but the darkness greets you.

A modicum of relief washes over you when you see the road sign which indicates that you’re close to your apartment building and with a few more rushed strides, you’re sprinting down the pathway and up the stairs, fumbling with your keys until you push open the door and kick off your shoes with a hush. Another tiresome day.

The light in your kitchen switches on and you jump in fright, knocking your vase in the process.

“Shit!”

“Fuck fuck, I’m so sorry!”

Much to your dismay, your ex-boyfriend, Namjoon rushes to your aid, having already fetched the dustpan to clean up the mess he no doubt caused.

“What are you doing here this late?” You’re still panting, heart pounding in your chest because you’re still on edge after that walk and Namjoon had to add to it.

He pushes his glasses along the bridge of his nose, bristling at your tone.

“I just came over to see you,” he informs, tailing you into the kitchen to drop the shards of glass and dirt into the bin.

You reach into your cupboard for a glass, filling it up to the brim and emptying it into your stomach, a satisfied sigh lowering your shoulders when the cool liquid rushes down your throat, calming your nerves.

“Why?”

He scratches his nape, wearing that stupid scarf you got him for his birthday. Your nose scrunches up at your terrible color choice.

“Because…we haven’t seen each other in a while and I—” he trails off, gaze flickering from the floor to your face and it’s almost like you can read his mind when the corner of his mouth quirks up, an almost offended scoff breaking the silence.

“I told you this months ago, it was a bad idea for us to hookup after we…broke up.”

He takes a step toward you, gripping your elbows in what you would call desperation.

“I know that, but I also know that you have…needs and I’m the only one that can take care of that,” he winks. Him thinking that you would fall for his tricks all over again is pathetic, and you voice that thought by shrugging away from his hold, trudging down the hall into the lounge.

“Bold of you to assume I’m not seeing anyone else,” you laugh, tidying up the cushions that you abandoned earlier this morning when you were running late for your lecture.

“Oh, I know you’re not. With college and work,” he shrugs, no doubt about to throw your own words back at you, “you don’t have time for a relationship or hookups.”

“Namjoon,” you grit, holding up your tea-stained mug as you brush past him, “I told you this the last time we got together, it would never work out between us and hooking up would just complicate things.”

He follows you into the kitchen again, hovering behind you with the same needy tone that will annoy you even more than the fact that he feels he can waltz into your life after months, after you had decided that it was best if you separated, you came to an agreement like two adults who forgot about their high school romance.

“But…you know that I still love you, you were the one that pushed me away and I—”

Your bitter laugh causes his mouth to clamp shut, and if you look closely, you could almost see the lies in his hooded eyes.

“Do you think I’m stupid? You think I don’t know that you’re only here because your 2AM fuck was busy?”

“I—”

“No,” you grip his forearm, backing him out of the kitchen until his shoulders jam against your front door, seeing his eyes go wide when you reach into his jeans pocket and pull out the last connection he had to you, “get out. This isn’t your home anymore.”

“But I—”

“Leave!”

With a slump to his shoulders, he puts on his shoes and makes his way out, not before adding over his shoulder, eyes a little sorrowful, “I just wanted to make things right between us.”

You fold your arms, eyebrow cocked until he’s out of your sight and the door is locked safely behind him. In all those months after you broke up, this is the only time where you mustered up the courage to take his key away from him and tell him no. You don’t know where it came from, but you’ll bask in the feeling, until his droopy eyes come to mind later that night.

Maybe you were too harsh on him.

No. He deserves it for what he did in the past. He probably found someone else to keep his cock warm for tonight.

And you’d settle for your own hand than a delusional ex-boyfriend to satisfy you, pleasure that comes with zero guilt in the morning after reality returns and you’re forced to face the consequences of your actions.

But you do think of pink hair, pouty lips and piercing eyes. You think of how long it’s been since you pleasured yourself. The tantalizing build up as you chase your release, sweat dotting your forehead, back drenching the sheets beneath you until your feet are placed flat on the mattress, lips parted, eyes shut, back arched, toes curling into the sheets. You cum with a shuddering cry, thoughts of his pink tongue swirling over your clit just as your pruned fingers press into it, dragging out your high with the heavy blanket of fatigue draped over you.

It’s a struggle to pull yourself out of bed to shower, but the thought of the grime from the store is enough for you to scrub down each crevice.

You think you might complete the first half of your assignment before you go to bed, so you switch on your laptop. It’s due in a few weeks but if you start now, you’d have enough time to study for finals. Running a towel through your hair, you pad along the carpet to the other side of your room, bending over to fetch a pair of socks from the lowest drawer.

Perhaps your mood is still a little sour after Namjoon’s surprise visit, but your mind keeps going back to the part where he said he wanted to work things out. Was he being genuine? Would he actually want to get back together after all this time? After all that’s happened?

He has the audacity to show up and think it’s absolutely fine for him to walk in and out of your life as he pleases.

Grumbling to yourself, you let the towel drop to the floor and turn around to fit on your loose T-shirt when a very unusual figure in the reflection causes you to shriek, static blue glow fading around it. Hand clasped over your mouth, you try to regain your senses, blood draining from your face, heart thumping in your ears.

This must be a dream, that’s the only explanation, you fell off to sleep with your hands in your underwear and now you’re dreaming about the same guy. The one who’s been appearing in your dreams since you were eighteen years old, but what’s frightening is that he seems just as shocked as you, round eyes blinking from behind your sheer curtains.

It’s some goofy dream because you’re stark naked and he’s staring at you, like he always does in all your dreams. But the difference is that you have your fluffy pink carpet poking into your toes, your laptop is blinking beside you on your bed, your Hello Kitty plushies are propped up against the wall next to your dresser. Things you don’t ever see in your dreams because they’re usually fucking weird.

He takes a step toward you and you don’t cower, something you avoid doing in your dreams, but when he bends down and keeps his gaze on your face, lifting up the towel to pull over your shoulders, you gasp, an immense cool draft causing goosebumps to prickle your skin.

He stands up to his full height, burying his hands in his pocket and cocking his head to the side, the orange glow from your lamp illuminates half his face, a face you know uncharacteristically well.

Your mouth hangs open, trembling as you try to find your words.

“A-Are you my guardian angel?”

Given the chance, as you’ve discussed with Seokjin, this is what you would ask him when you can use your voice and to your excitement, you actually hear yourself say the words.

He blinks twice and you can’t be mistaken, not with his cherubic features and soft eyes, angled jaw and plump, pink lips.

“Yes,” he whispers, after a few beats of silence, like a puff of air, slight lisp to the word.

You want to jump for joy but you’re rooted to the spot, unable to break the eye-contact between you. He feels familiar, something akin to an old friend you’ve reunited with after a long time, it makes your heart soar and you know you might be out of your wits but you read a lot on angels and their symbolism ever since his appearances became frequent.

“You can see me?” He enquires, taking a step back to look down at his clothes, sporting the same black suit, gold embroidered on the collar, nothing less of an angel.

“Yeah,” you laugh, fingers straining with how hard you’re clenching the towel around your body, but you don’t feel the slightest bit embarrassed around him, even as his gleaming eyes trail up your figure.

“How?”

Your eyebrows furrow, slightly puzzled by his reaction.

“I could always see you,” you inform, noticing the way his eyes skate from one end of your room to the other then back to your face, lips parted.

“I know but not— I mean,” he runs his fingers through his hair, silver rings adorning each digit.

He cups his hand over his mouth, staring out the window before pacing from one end of the room to the other. You use the time to fully clothe yourself and lower onto your bed tentatively. He freezes. Doing a full 180 turn before sitting down next to you. The only scent that fills your nostrils is your own shower gel. Oddly comfortable around this ethereal being, you poke his cheek, soft, pillowy and rosy.

“I’m not supposed to be here,” he says to himself, before turning to you and your breath gets caught in your throat again at his beauty.

“W-What?”

He blinks at you, gaze winding from your face to his hands that are pressed to his knees, deep in thought.

“I’m not supposed to be here,” he repeats, “but I can be here.”

“Here? As in the planes of Earth? Welcome,” you laugh nervously, staring him down.

He seems to consider your words, then turns to you, and from the proximity, your heart skips a beat. This is your guardian angel. Your guardian angel? In your dreams, he would always be watching you, observing you, was that an indication that he was always present? Protecting and caring from afar? Warding off evil?

A smile begins to stretch his lips, the most disarming smile you have ever seen, and you have no choice but to return it.

He rises from your bed and you follow him, still smiling at the angel who keeps his hands in his pockets as he makes his way out of your room not before pausing at your door to say over his shoulder:

“You should go to sleep.”

“Where will you go?” You shout, panicking after he disappears down your hallway.

“I’ll sleep out here, on your couch,” he calls, silvery voice reaching your ears.

“Do angels sleep?”

He fluffs up the cushion and pulls over the throw you keep on the backrest of your couch, preparing for bed while you watch with confusion.

“Sometimes,” he smiles, eyes crinkling enough to have all your questions washing away, “get to bed, you have an early morning.”

“Okay. Goodnight,” you survey the lounge, wondering if the couch would be comfortable enough for him.

“Goodnight,” he winks, enough to make your heart stutter in your chest.

That night, you fight for sleep, the nagging thought that your guardian angel is sleeping in your lounge does not ease your mind.

What is going on? Why does your guardian angel have this effect on you? It’s preposterous! What is he even doing here? How are you so comfortable around him? He was just a man who would appear in your dreams and you don’t know his name! But he’s not just any man, he’s your guardian angel and it could make sense that you’ve cottoned to him this fast.

He emits a sense of peace, and his smile is pasted in your thoughts as you drift off to sleep.

While you rest, he approaches you with the same simper, palms curving around your shoulders as he leans in to whisper in your ear.

“My name is Jimin.”

“Do you…eat?”

You’re pouring cereal into a bowl, jealous that he’s so bright-eyed while your eyes are burning with lack of sleep.

“Not really,” he pulls the bowl you had just topped up with milk toward him, shoving a spoonful into his mouth, “but I can.”

“Th—” You gawk at him, wondering how he can just steal your breakfast and get away with it by grinning at you.

Reaching for another bowl in your cupboard, you repeat the process and take the seat opposite him, narrowing your eyes in his direction.

“Will you…be with…come with me today? I mean to campus and work and—”

“Yeah, that’s kind of my job. But don’t worry, I’ll be invisible,” he chuckles, lifting the bowl to slurp up the milk noisily.

“I can’t tell if you’re joking or—"

His eyelashes flutter as he fixes his gaze on you, licking the milk from his bottom lip.

“I’m not joking. I’m supposed to be with you all day, every day, silly.”

And so he is, an unusual companion on your way to campus, occupying the empty space behind you in your lectures, when you’re standing in line to get your coffee, as you’re making your way to the library and with each passing minute, your questions keep piling but you only have a chance to ask him when you’re sitting across each other in the muted library, students with their noses buried in thick, monotonous textbooks, uncaring of who’s sitting next to them.

You glance at the girl sitting a few desks away from you, knowing that she won’t be able to hear or see you talk to air that is now leaning back in his chair, arm draped across the back while he busies himself with studying your face.

“Go ahead,” he smiles, leaning forward on his elbows, “I can tell you have a few questions.”

You clear your throat, slightly peeved that he knew what was running through your mind before you could say anything at all.

Voice above a whisper, you dip your chin and cover your mouth with your laptop screen, “where are your wings?”

Head thrown back with mirth, his laugh rings loud and you bristle at the sound, despite knowing that no one can hear him.

“What?”

He wipes a tear with his pinky finger, “nothing, you wanna know where my wings are.”

Your mouth quirks to the side, eyebrows pinching together, “yeah…I do.”

He takes a peek over his shoulder, “guess they disappeared.”

That doesn’t answer your question, but you move on to the next, pulling the seat of your chair to scoot closer to the table.

“How come no one else can see you?”

“Well,” he sighs, drumming his fingers on the table, “I’m your guardian angel.”

You splutter, “so that means you’re only visible to me?”

He nods, “mhm, guess so.”

“Why did you appear now? When I’ve been seeing you in my dreams for yea—”

“Ugh,” he bangs a fist on the table, startling you, “this is all so boring. Why don’t you ask me some juicy questions?”

Your eyes go wide, “juicy?”

“Yeah, like—”

So engrossed in your interrogation, you don’t notice the tall figure approaching your desk until he’s standing behind Jimin who stops talking upon noticing that your attention is drawn somewhere behind him.

“Hey,” Namjoon smiles, clutching a stack of files to his chest, “I wanted to apologize for last night.”

You roll your eyes, refocusing on your laptop screen, “it’s fine.”

“Uhm, who were you talking to just now?”

Biting your lip, your eyes dart to Jimin who waves a hand dismissively.

“Say you were studying. You know, you’re a verbal learner.”

You parrot his words to Namjoon who squints his eyes for a second then nods.

He places a hand on the back of Jimin’s chair, “can I sit here? I promise I won’t disturb you.”

“Tell him that this seat’s taken.”

“That seat is taken,” you exclaim, acknowledging your words after you see Namjoon’s baffled expression.

He rubs his forehead, mumbling out your name exasperatedly, “I said I was sorry, for everything. Why can’t we just start over? A clean slate.”

You groan, “Namjoon, please. Just g—”

“Fine,” he whispers, “I’ll go.”

Watching him walk through the shelves, you can’t help but notice the way his shoulders sag.

“I don’t like that guy,” Jimin informs, adjusting his blazer, “you shouldn’t associate with him.”

“I don’t associate with him, he’s my ex.”

You see his eyebrow jump, as if he knows something you wouldn’t want him to know.

“Why don’t you like him anyway?”

He shrugs, placing his hands behind his head, “just gives me bad vibes.”

If your guardian angel advises that you should stay away from someone, you would listen to him. And all thoughts of getting back together with Namjoon evaporate upon hearing his words.

The lovely surprise at work is your best friend standing behind the counter wearing your apron, sorting through the loose change in the register.

“Jinnnn,” you yell, wrapping your arms around his torso and pressing your cheek into his back, “what are you doing here?”

“My uncle couldn’t find a replacement for Jay, so I had to cover his shift,” he yawns, wiggling out of your hold.

“And you’re here to cover my shift too?”

He makes a noise of surprise, “no.”

You click your tongue over-dramatically, pouting at him, “why not?”

“Because then, I’ll be a zombie, you know,” he holds out his arms, mumbling incoherent words while taking sluggish steps toward you.

You giggle, “okay okay, I get it.”

“So how have you been? Seen your dream guy recently?” He nudges your shoulder, wearing the most suggestive smile he can manage.

Your cheeks heat, eyes shifting to Jimin who stands on the other side of the counter, scanning the sweet jars. By his smirk, you can tell that he heard what Seokjin said.

“Ah,” you shove his shoulder, busying yourself with untying his apron to transfer it onto your body, “no.”

“Don’t lie! I know you saw him! Wait, was he fully naked this time? I swear your dreams get better and better!”

“Seokjin!” You cover his mouth with your hand, cheeks flashing impossibly hot with the way Jimin watches with lidded eyes, rubbing the side of his nose with his knuckle. You can tell that he’s fighting his smile.

“What?” He pulls away, ears going red while he fights you off, “the other night you were talking about how your dreams are better than reality and you wish that someone as handsome as him would fu—”

“Stop! I saw him! Okay?!”

He grins, “and?”

“What do you mean ‘and’? I told you that I think he’s my guardian angel or some shit.”

You peer over Seokjin’s shoulder to see Jimin with his hands clasped behind his back, sauntering through the aisles.

“And your guardian angel is sexy? I wonder what my guardian angel looks like,” he mumbles, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

“I read that they vary, yours is probably some ancient who gave up on you,” you laugh, earning a glare from Seokjin who doesn’t see the donation box near the entrance and slams his foot into the wood.

He yelps, bending down to rub his foot through his sandals while you double over with laughter.

“See!”

“You’re so fucking—”

“Bye!”

He gives you the finger as he passes the display window, while you’re still recovering from your giggles.

“You know you’re cute when you laugh like that.”

You whip your head around, blushing when you notice Jimin’s amused smile.

“Thank you…”

He winks, “you’re welcome.”

He comes around the counter, sitting up on a shelf, “guess it’s just us again.”

“Yeah, but not for long, this place gets busy around 10-11ish.”

“Not that busy.”

“Busier than usual,” you counter.

“You’re just saying that because you’re afraid of being all alone out here.”

You freeze, about to deny his statement then purse your lips because he’s right. You are deathly afraid of a gang walking in and destroying this place or kidnapping you, or worse.

He jumps off the shelf and leans in close, ring clad fingers skimming down the side of your face.

“You don’t have to be afraid,” he murmurs, voice tender, “I’m here to protect you, remember?”

You draw in a breath, gazing into his orbs that seem to keep you under a spell until he breaks it when you nod, moving away to sit on the stool beside the window.

“B-But what will you do? If anything does happen? Do you have powers?” You enquire offhandedly, curiosity spilling from your lips.

He plucks a caramel candy from the jar, and you surge forward to take it out of his hands.

“The camera will pick it up! I don’t want to be reprimanded for floating stock!”

In a second, he takes the caramel back from you and pops it into his mouth, pointing to the camera behind you.

“That camera doesn’t work,” he speaks around the sweet. You follow his finger, squinting at the device.

“So. When Seokjin said that I shouldn’t worry, he lied!”

Jimin snorts, “the other cameras work, this one doesn’t.”

“Mr. Kim said he monitors the store from his house. You mean to tell me that he can’t see anything that happens behind this counter?”

“No. He can’t.”

“Cool,” you reach forward and take a caramel sweet for yourself, pausing when you see Jimin raise an eyebrow, “these are supposed to be free anyway.”

The rest of the evening is filled with giggles, except for when someone walks in, and you’re forced to abandon your new friend who makes your evenings less tedious. Who knew having your guardian angel around would be this much fun? Constantly judging the customers’ choices of snacks and guessing what they would most likely do after they leave the store.

“I can tell you that he won’t even get through a single chip before he’s falling off to sleep and it’s spilling all over his rugs.”

You gasp, “Mr. Lee may be old, but he has more energy than me on some days.”

“Pair him up with a heater and his favorite armchair,” Jimin sniggers, standing behind you now, watching you wipe down the refrigerators.

The sound of the bell above the door notifies that someone has entered the store and when you return to the front, you see pink hair guy, he’s wearing a black cap and parka tonight.

You ring him up and hand him his change when Jimin speaks into your ear.

“Ask him for his name.”

You jump a bit, unintentionally catching pink hair guy’s attention.

“You good?”

“Yeah,” you squeak, “uhm, what’s your name?”

He sets his beers down on the counter, “Min Yoongi.”

“Cool.”

Jimin groans, “cool? I can tell you like this guy and he’s into you too. You’re behaving like an imbecile. Ask him something.”

You want to ask him how he knows that he’s into you but Yoongi shoots you a perplexed look.

Ignoring the way Jimin’s lips graze your ear, you panic when Yoongi lifts the beers again, and you think great, you’ve weirded him out, before he’s facing you again.

“I’m having a small thing on Saturday night, you should come.”

“Oh. Where?”

He juts his head in the direction of the door and you only now notice the tattoo creeping up the side of his neck.

“Down by TM Lounge,” he replies, while your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline, unable to stop your words.

“TM Lounge? Isn’t that place like, dangerous, it’s south of here,” you laugh, smile falling when he shakes his head and chuckles, the sound taunting you a bit.

“Okay,” he rasps, boots hitting the flooring with loud thumps as he makes his way back to you, mouth raised in a smirk, “if you’re so afraid, you shouldn’t be talking to me.”

You gulp, “why?”

He laughs, making his way back out the door, “I’ll pick you up from here. 1AM.”

Immediately after his van rolls away, you punch Jimin’s shoulder, “why did you make me do that?!”

“Hey! You’re not supposed to harm your guardian angel!”

You rub his shoulder, “sorry. I’m so sorry!”

“It’s okay,” he smiles, keeping his hand over yours, “I think that guy would be fun for you.”

“What? You’re my wingman now?”

“I’m your winglessman.”

“That was terrible.”

Proud of his own joke, Jimin slaps his thigh, earrings swishing around as he slips off the stool in cachinnation.

“I did nothing, you did it all by yourself.”

It’s not like you’re going on a date or anything, it’s a casual party at a bar. You don’t go all out with your outfit or makeup and aren’t annoyed that you would be tired after your shift at work and then would have to go to this random party with a complete stranger. It’s not like you at all, but Jimin is there to encourage you and maybe it’s due to the fact that he’s around which has helped your fear die down a bit.

After a week of avoiding Namjoon and stuffing your face with caramels, the time has arrived where Yoongi has you in his car while you’re driving off to a bar you’ve never been to before, and when you give him that piece of information, he says that it’ll be fun.

Jimin sits in the backseat, providing some relief to your tension when you’re parking off outside the obstreperous bar, neon lights blinking above the face brick building.

You told Seokjin that you’d be going to a party with Yoongi, but you left out the venue, mostly because he would advise against it. Maybe you should’ve told him, just in case.

The air is thick inside the dingy building, clouds of smoke swirling around men and women who empty their glasses, a few shattering to the floor with roaring laughter punctuating the ear piercing shrills. Yoongi greets a few people before ushering you to the bar with an arm slung over your shoulder.

“Want a drink?”

“Yeah.”

You’re constantly fisting your shirt, a nervous habit which is halted by Jimin’s gentle hand, “relax.”

“Hey,” Yoongi turns to you, “you okay? You seem a bit tense.”

You nod, “yeah, I just…never been here before,” you repeat, chuckling emptily.

Yoongi places a hand on your thigh, his piercing eyes seem to soften as he dips his head to connect your gazes.

“Relax, we’ll just order a couple of drinks and be out of here. Okay? Try to have some fun.”

Try to have some fun. Loosen up. Stop being uptight. What everyone has been saying to you since you were a kid.

You tilt your head back and down your drink, wincing at the burn before ordering another round, and another, until your heels are off and you’re staggering out of the bar and Yoongi’s pressing you into the hood of his car, hands wandering up your shirt just as yours tug on his cap, kissing up his neck.

Through your fogged mind, you don’t miss the way Jimin watches how you tear his clothes off just as he does with yours, how Yoongi throws your legs over his shoulders and carries you to pleasure with his lips and tongue, how you sink your teeth into his skin while you bounce on his lap, and you watch him too, you’re louder for him too.

The next morning, you rouse with a bitter taste in your mouth and a crick in your neck, head thrumming even more after the bright light hits your eyes.

“Morning sleepyhead.”

“Morning,” you groan.

“Morning,” another voice grumbles, much closer, into your hair.

You jolt upright, body covered by a khaki jacket and only then do bits and pieces from last night enter your mind. Jimin hands you your jeans from the front seat while you put on your shirt, squinting out the window at the bar that seems harmless in the sunlight.

Yoongi sits up, hair unkempt, silver chain resting between his pecs. You would’ve been salivating at the sight, but you don’t have time because you’re too embarrassed, frantically searching for your bra.

“Last night was nice,” he smiles, not even bothering to get dressed.

“Yeah,” you laugh half-heartedly, thanking Jimin silently when he points to your bra under the seat.

“But…you kept calling me someone else. Guess you were really drunk,” he chuckles while your eyes go as large as saucers.

“W-What? Who…What did I call you?”

You sure hope it wasn’t Namj—

“Jimin. Or something.”

If you weren’t embarrassed then, you are now. You want to disappear from the face of the Earth, but he would probably haunt you there too.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. We all have that one ex.”

Except he isn’t your ex. He’s your fucking guardian angel.

You refuse to look up from your phone, busying yourself with replying to Seokjin’s texts.

“Anyway, uhm, I have to go to work so…”

“Oh, could you drop me off at my apartment?”

Yoongi nods, pulling on his jeans and white T-shirt before stepping out of the car, while you’re dealing with one of the worst situations that tops your list of embarrassing moments in your life.

“So…” Jimin bumps your shoulder while you’re forced to stare out the window.

“No.”

There is something utterly wrong with you, that’s the only plausible explanation to your growing feelings for your guardian angel, a harmless man who is sweet by nature, which your weak heart twists into something completely different.

As the weeks pass by, your dreams become more shameful, and you find it difficult to face him each morning. It’s confusing, you can’t tell if it’s him in your dreams or your mind winds the innocent moments into sinful positions.

He would ask for a bite of your sandwich, sleeves rolled up as he leans down to cover the corner with his mouth, eyes glued to yours when he licks his lips, and your panties would stick to your core, face going hot. Even as he wipes the corner of your mouth with his thumb, innocently.

You would be sitting at your desk, typing away and he’d be sprawled across your bed, innocuously, while salacious thoughts wheedle into your brain and obscure your concentration. You asked, nonchalantly, if he could read your mind. He said that he couldn’t, but he can detect the slightest changes in energy. After hearing that, you tried your best to tame any and all obscenities that would fill your mind.

Other then your putrid musings, it was pleasant to have him around, despite the fact that you needed to add more groceries to your cart when shopping. He would be there to comfort you when you’re oddly lachrymose after watching another romance movie, patting your head and cuddling you into his chest.

Even now, after he had offered to brush your hair, holding the comb daintily while the bristles sweep through the knots, eyes set on yours in the reflection.

No one, except yourself and your mother when you were unable to complete the task by yourself, had brushed your hair before, a sense of intimacy settling in your heart, comforted by his gentle gaze.

However, not even your guardian angel could shield you from the onslaught of humiliation, gifted by your parents.

“So, did you and that Namjoon boy make up?”

You sigh, thanking Jimin silently when he sets down your hairbrush, “no.”

Your mother yells your name into the speaker while you’re rushing out of your room, hoping Jimin wouldn’t hear the insults you’re about to receive.

“Typical, can’t even keep a man for herself,” she jibes, no doubt speaking to your father who spews his own remarks. “And your degree? Or certificate? I hope you aren’t wasting time there.”

“Yes,” you mumble, wanting the call to be over, “I hope to graduate by the end of this year.”

“We hope so. At least you’ll have something to your name. You know your sister, she already has a job and is getting married next March. So you don’t have to worry about giving us grandchildren for now,” she laughs, prickling at your heart.

You’re accustomed to their disparaging remarks, but why does it feel like your heart is weeping.

“We know you’re very fit to give us grandchildren, but focus on your studies for now,” your father advises, “but try to make things right with Namjoon, his family is rich.”

“I don’t need his family’s wealth,” you grit, patience wearing thin.

“You know your arrogance is why you’re living alone.”

Unwanted emotions brim your eyes, hand trembling as you hold the phone to your ear.

“No one would want to marry a selfish woman like you. Left her family because she was too proud.”

“I left because I was sick and tired of being compared to my successful cousins and sister! I couldn’t deal with the stress of having unsupportive parents and being constantly written off as a disappointment!” You sob, tears trailing down your cheeks freely.

You hear your father click his tongue, “this is why we don’t call you.”

“Then stop calling!”

You hang up, sinking to your knees, palms pressing into your eyes, “stop calling! Stop calling me!”

“Hey, hey,” Jimin grips your elbows, crouching down beside you, “what’s wrong?”

You wipe your nose with the sleeve of your hoodie, shaking your head, “I—I just…” More tears prevent you from finishing your sentence, hiccups bubbling from your lips until he gathers you in his arms, cheek pressing into yours.

“Shush, it’s okay,” he hums, palm smoothing down your head until your cries subside.

You grip the front of his shirt and pull away, head tilted back, “Jimin?”

His eyes scan every inch of your face, icy skin pressed to yours, “yes?”

Your gaze drops to his lips in answer, dizzy with emotions when you lean in and let your lips touch, eyes slipping shut until you’re enveloped by darkness.

Then.

Black.

If it wasn’t for the breeze hitting your back, you would’ve been deep in slumber, the muffled voices waking you fully.

Regaining consciousness, you find it hard to gauge your surroundings with the ruthless wind hitting your face, hair whipping back until you feel a hand around your waist, keeping you flush against a cold surface, a body.

Finally, the wind simmers down and you manage to open your eyes, heart leaping to your throat when you find that you’re floating off the ground, except the ground is nowhere in sight.

“You did a terrible job! You can’t put that on me.”

Jimin’s voice catches your attention, and only then do you realize that he’s carrying you with your face pressed into his neck.

“This is not our fault, things like this happen. Humans can be fallible.”

“Jimin?” You mumble, lifting your head and almost slipping into unconsciousness for the second time when you take in the sight before you.

“Hey, relax, we’re just have a talk,” he soothes which proves to be ineffective because you’re amazed by his dark, colossal wings, wisping through the night air.

“We’re not having a talk, we’re here to rescue you from this devil,” a deeper voice from behind you says.

You choke on your gasp when you see two men, with even larger, white wings hovering a few feet away.

“You— You’re—”

“Yes,” one of them say with a nod, round, doe eyes closing in affirmation, “we are your guardian angels.”

“What?” You whisper, head snapping from Jimin to the two men who seem to radiate too much light, doing nothing to untangle your thoughts. “But Jimin is my guardian angel.”

The one to your left, emitting a greater sense of power, laughs, “no, he isn’t. I am Taehyung and this is Jungkook. We are your guardian angels,” he repeats.

“Then,” you tighten your hold around Jimin’s neck, blinking at him, “who is he?”

He purses his lips, then smiles, “surprise!”

“Wha…”

You narrow your eyes at the two unfamiliar faces, “how can I have three guardian angels?”

Jungkook scoffs, smacking Taehyung with the back of his hand, “she’s doubting us and still thinks that he’s her guardian angel. Terrible.”

“Hey,” Taehyung scolds, “we aren’t supposed to pass any judgement, let’s leave that to someone else.”

“What are you saying?”

You’re thoroughly confused, mostly because a) you’re floating among the clouds, b) there are two very handsome beings claiming to be your guardian angels and c) Jimin has black wings compared to the white.

Taehyung sighs, cascading with Jungkook closer to you.

“We are your guardian angels and—”

“It’s incredibly silly to think that he was! His apocryphal presence should surely hint that whatever he had said to you was false!” Jungkook yells, irritation clear on his face.

Your mouth hangs open before your attention is drawn back to Taehyung who glares at his companion.

“Like I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted,” he tugs on the lapels of his ivory suit jacket, “we are your true guardian angels, existing to protect you from evil and absorb your pain and sorrows.”

“Mhm,” Jungkook nods, pushing his hair away from his forehead, “that’s why you’ve become more sensitive these days.”

“So where were you?”

“What?” They say in unison, exchanging looks.

“If you’re my guardian angels, why weren’t you…doing what you’re supposed to do?”

Jimin sniggers.

“Things become complicated when there’s another being involved,” Taehyung informs, pointing to Jimin, “especially when it’s someone like him.”

“And we were waiting for the right moment to intervene,” Jungkook adds.

You tilt your head to look at Jimin, face a few inches away from his, “someone like him?”

“Yes. Incubi have their ways to slither right under out noses until it’s too late.”

“Incubi?”

“Wow,” Jungkook groans, “she really is clueless.”

Taehyung shoves Jungkook, “don’t mind him, he’s new to all this.”

Jimin is an incubus? You haven’t read much about them, except their definition. You feel your heart sink to the pit of your stomach.

“Is that why—”

“Yes, that is why you were experiencing those dreams which are out of our bounds.”

Jimin wraps his arm around your shoulders, still wearing his dazzling smile.

“But…he didn’t hurt me or anything.”

“I will never hurt you,” he coaxes, fingers brushing your chin.

Taehyung calls your name, hands held behind his back, wearing a blank expression.

“The effects of his Charm have already sunk, so we’re here to present you with two choices which will decide your fate.”

You gulp, gazing into the twinkling lights below you then nodding.

“The first: life goes back to the way it was, your dreams are wiped away along with the effects of Jimin and his Charm. The man who visits you at your workplace remains a stranger and your life is just as it was.”

Before you have time to consider the first choice, he continues.

“The consequences: you reunite with your past lover and live a successful life away from your family who still believe you to be worth nothing more than a shadow.”

He narrates the words with no feeling, eyes void of emotion. You look at Jimin who offers a weak smile, still holding you impossibly close.

“The second choice,” Jungkook begins, “you return to Earth with this demon and allow him to be present in your life, cherished and doted upon while you ignore every other being due to his Charm.”

“You want that? Do you want me?” Jimin whispers, pressing his forehead to yours.

You suck in a deep breath before turning to Jungkook who goes on to say:

“The consequences: you lead a prosperous life yet filled with avarice, deteriorating health with the constant consumma—”

Jimin noses along your jaw with Jungkook’s voice fading into the dark, just as he bobs in the air, wings cutting through the clouds.

“I…”

Taehyung soars toward you, offering a hand, “your choice?”

You turn to Jimin who seems to already know your answer with the way he descends, Taehyung and Jungkook’s figures appearing smaller and smaller.

“We’ll be keeping an eye on you,” Jungkook calls before they spin around and blip away with a spark mimicking two shooting stars.

In a blink, you’re in your lounge, still gripping onto Jimin’s shirt, lips caressing his moist mouth, fingers pressing into your elbows.

“You want me,” he breathes, voice lowering in pitch.

He cups your cheeks, thumbs rubbing into your skin, glowing eyes that should be frightening piercing into yours.

“Yes,” you murmur, accepting his hand as he pulls you down the hall and into your room.

All you’re focused on is him, the way he pulls off your hoodie and rolls your shorts down, lips skimming your thighs until you’re parting your legs for him while he pushes you onto the mattress that feels softer than usual.

He lifts your foot up to his mouth, pecking the delicate skin around your ankle.

By now you’re putty in his hands, panties growing damp and uncomfortable when he nips at the meat of your thighs, kneading the flesh until you’re squirming under him.

“Jimin…”

His tongue darts out to lick at the dip between your pussy and thigh, wetting the skin in languid circles. Your hips raise off the bed, heat building in your core, whines spilling into the chilly wind that billows out your diaphanous curtains. The moon is nowhere to be seen, just you and him amongst the inky skies, want coursing through your veins with each slide of his hands up your stomach to rest on your perked nipples.

He massages your mounds as he rids you off your underwear with his teeth, slipping down your legs. You keen when his cool breath hits your swollen folds, back arching from just the thought of having his mouth on your throbbing cunt.

Your legs are being locked around his neck, clit covered by his stare which is slick with your juices.

“Such a pretty cunt. Glad I get to taste you now,” that’s the only warning you get before his tongue rolls up your folds, fingers digging into your thighs as he lifts your hips off the bed, your shoulders and head pressing into the sheets as he devours your leaking hole.

You reach for his hair as his nose presses against your clit. He mouths at your pulsating slit, holding you to his face, moaning into your cunt while you’re crying out his name. More and more of your slick drips into his mouth with each wiggle of his tongue against your clit until the knot builds and builds, shivering in pleasure, sweat beading on your forehead and neck.

He slurps and drinks up your juices, eyes flickering up to watch as you crumble beneath him, moaning when he sticks out his tongue and smooths along your folds at breakneck speed. The sight alone is enough to tip you over the edge, drenching his face as your cunt pulses against his tongue, heels pressing into his back.

He hums into your heat, and pulls away when you twitch, a string of his saliva and your cum snaps from his mouth and hits your thigh. You gasp at the sensation.

“You taste even better than you smell,” he growls, unmarred skin weighing on yours. You mewl with the pressure, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him fervently.

He tilts his head to deepen the kiss, hands sliding across your forearms to press them into the bed, tongue swirling around yours, earning breathy moans into his mouth.

Enslaved by his tongue, you feel an essence fill your womb just as he taps your clit with the head of dusty pink cock, smoothing around a mix of precum and your juices.

“Gonna fill you up with my cock,” he husks, kneeling on the bed as he runs the shaft of his cock through your folds, “so fucking beautiful, all laid out for me like this.”

You want to tell him that he looks even more beautiful in the dull lighting filtering through the door, but he’s sinking into your cunt. When you try to grip his shoulders, you’re unable to move your hands from where they rest on either side of your head, but the pleasure overthrows your panic, gasping as he draws his hips back.

He presses his chest to yours, hands nudging up your arms until they’re straight above your head.

“Shush,” he rolls his hips, gripping your jaw and pulling your bottom lip between his teeth, eyes blazing with lust, “surrender yourself to me.”

Your eyes scrunch shut when he grazes your sweet spot, mouth hanging open when the tug in your womb seems to amplify with each drag of his cock against your ridged walls.

“Fuck,” you whisper, able to lift your hips, meeting his thrusts as he flexes his.

“That’s it, you take my cock so well,” he grunts, sharp nails tweaking your nipple while his mouth attacks the other, tongue flicking across the bud.

You’re breathless, walls fluttering around his cock when his thrusts quicken, snapping into your cunt, nipples burning with his assault.

“Cum for me,” he grits. His nails sink into your shoulders, a shriek being thrown out of your lungs when he drags them up your arms, pressing into your palms.

Tears dot your eyes, the pressure building in your abdomen, thighs shaking around his waist and when his fingers swipe against your clit, the heat builds and builds, walls closing around him when a sharp breath escapes your lips and into his mouth, whimpering as you cum around his cock.

A satisfied ‘ah’ leaves his slick lips as he throws his head back and shoots thick ropes of cum into you, hips stilling. You regain feeling in your arms when he flops down beside you, hands smoothing up and down your back.

It isn’t like you to feel this exhausted after sex, but you find your eyes growing heavy, even more after he lifts you onto his chest and covers you with the blanket.

“Have a good sleep,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head which has a small smile lifting the corners of your mouth, “it won’t be long.”

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The scars of our story

Genre: Dean/Castiel, domestic fluff with a hint of drama Rating: PG-13 Words: 1 478 Awesome Betas: @myblackeyedboy and @kindafanfic Summary:

"You never told me how you got those," Dean says, cheek resting on the back of Castiel's shoulder as he looks down at the scars between his omoplates. Their legs are still tangled together, their breath still a little short from what they just did, their skin sticky for more than one reason.

"Archery accident," Castiel answers, voice muffled by his pillow.

Dean laughs, lightly biting Cas' shoulder in reprimand. "You've never held a bow in your life."

Cas doesn't answer right away, he's fighting not to tense up as Dean touches the scars again. He can feel the ghost of his wings fluttering, trying to chase away the tingling fingers.

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The sheet sticks to Castiel's sweaty back as he turns over and buries his face into his pillow. He shivers when the tip of a finger starts tracing the two lines on his back.

"Archery accident," Castiel answers, voice muffled by his pillow.

Dean laughs, lightly biting Cas' shoulder in reprimand. "You've never held a bow in your life."

Cas doesn't answer right away, he's fighting not to tense up as Dean touches the scars again. He can feel the ghost of his wings fluttering, trying to chase away the tingling fingers. There is nothing, of course. Not anymore. But he can still feel them sometimes. He still goes to sleep every night imagining that Dean is sheltered beneath his wings.

"I was attacked by an eagle," he says instead.

A tap on his naked ass makes him yelp in surprise and they both laugh. Cas turns around, to avoid the touch as much as to try and change the subject. He grabs the back of Dean's neck, clashing their lips together in a kiss that doesn't last as long as he would like. He still marvels at the fact that he can do that now, at the privilege it is to be able to caress and kiss Dean whenever he wants to. He does it a lot.

"You're a terrible liar," Dean teases, bumping their noses together, affectionately.

Cas can't quite look him in the eyes, so he grabs his chin and brings him in for another kiss. It's the best diversion he's found. Sex and affection always prevail over anything else for Dean.

For this Dean, anyway.

When their lips separate, their breaths are short again, Cas can feel Dean’s renewed interest grow against his hip.

The sun is streaming through the curtains, casting Dean's face in an orange glow and making him grimace. Cas traces the lines accentuating his cheeks and his eyes. Laugh lines now. They used to be lines of stress and anguish, but now they're just laugh lines. Traces of a life well lived.

That's what anyone but Cas would believe anyway, even Dean himself.

Only Cas knows the true origin of the white scar along Dean's forehead, or why his fingers are so crooked, why his joints ache so much when he's only forty. What truly happened to him during the first four decades of his life. It's part of the same story as the scars on his own back. Part of the story that he'll never be able to tell and sometimes wishes he would forget.

"My mysterious husband," Dean says, rolling his eyes despite the caress he drapes along Cas' cheeks.

"I was stabbed by an ex," Castiel says, deadpanned.

Dean frowns with worry for all of four seconds before he scoffs. "Liar," he accuses with a smile.

"I had very ugly moles," Cas tries with a disgusted grimace.

"Liar."

"I used to have my mother's name tattooed there."

Dean moans in frustration and lets himself fall back to his side of the bed, dramatically pushing Cas' face away with one hand. Cas chuckles, lightly biting the fingers on his face until Dean takes them away.

The other man is lying on his side now, scrutinizing him with his cheek on the pillow as Castiel sits up with his back against the headboard.

"You know, you're only making me more curious by avoiding the subject," Dean warns.

"I answered the question!" Cas teasingly protests.

"Somehow, you're the person I feel like I know the best, yet you're still a mystery to me sometimes."

"I could return the compliment."

"No," Dean says, more seriously, "No you can't. You know me. Sometimes it feels like you know me better than I know myself."

Cas takes a calming breath, trying to relax his muscles and keep his face blank.

"That breath. That's when I know you're lying," Dean says, sounding a little sad.

"I didn't say anything," Castiel says, his throat so tight that the words can barely get out.

Dean stares at him, searching his face for so long that Cas is afraid that he might detect the truth under the walls he's keeping. Sometimes he wishes Dean would see it, that Dean will remember. He wishes he could have his Dean back, the Dean he first fell in love with. He knows he can't, he knows it will never happen because Dean would die if he did. Both Deans.

Castiel was lucky enough that this new Dean fell in love with him.

This Dean is devoid of darkness and of violence. This Dean knows nothing of Heaven and Hell and the wars they've fought side by side. He doesn't know the loss, the pain and impossible choices they had to make through the years.

He's not his Dean, but that's okay, because when he's by his side, he's not the old Castiel either. Sometimes he can even forget about the nightmares they've lived through and just enjoy the love he never believed they could share.

Castiel still wonders sometimes. He wonders if the old Dean, his Dean, could have ever loved him the way that this Dean does. So freely and entirely, without angst and reservations, without the weight of death and betrayals that has always haunted their relationship. He'll never know now, but still he wonders.

Castiel blinks out of his thoughts when two fingers tap his forehead. "Here they are, the mysteries," Dean teases with a cheeky grin.

He's always grinning now. Even through the darkness, Dean has always had the ability to be excited by the most simple things. Now that the darkness is gone from his life and memories, his happiness is so infectious that it sometimes invades Castiel too, making him forget, if only for a few minutes. Seconds.

"It's no mystery that I love you."

"Is that what you were thinking about?" Dean asks, searching his eyes.

"Yes," Castiel swears. Honest, in his own way.

"Then why did you look so sad?"

Castiel can feel his own smile starting to crumble, but forces it right back up. He passes the pad of his thumb over Dean's lips until they start to turn up at the corner.

"Because I was thinking of the time before I knew you."

Dean throws his head back and gives a throaty laugh with his mouth opened, green eyes twinkling and dimples showing. "You are such a fucking sap!"

Cas can't resist the long throat exposed in front of him and latches his mouth to it, rolling until he's lying on top of the other man. His smile isn't forced when Dean's legs immediately part to leave him a place between them.

"Just a sap for now, but the rest can be arranged," Cas announces, wiggling his eyebrows at the same time as his hips, making his husband laugh again.

"And still awful at flirting," Dean notes.

Cas bites the other man's chin, before trailing kisses along his jaw and toward his ear. "Good thing there’s a thing or two I'm good at, or you would have never married me."

"Yeah. Good thing you're still the best person I've ever met," Dean breathes when Cas sucks on his earlobe.

It stops Cas for a second, makes him close his eyes and takes a deep breath that can't quite pass the ball of lies that is stuck in his throat. Two years now, and he still chokes on them sometimes. Still spend sleepless nights thinking of all that he's lost.

Conflicting images flash behind his eyelids. A first meeting in a barn with literal sparks flying and as much fright as wonder in Dean's eyes. Another one in the garage Dean is now working at. Castiel only went there because he was missing him, never believing he would get to have more than a few minutes with Dean, thinking it would be their last. It ended up being a new beginning for them.

Cas is not sure which one he prefers, which story is the most beautiful. He wishes he didn't have to choose.

Dean's arms come around his shoulders, squeeze until he's as close as he possibly can be, until Castiel feels like he can breathe again. There are lies but no regrets. He loves this Dean as much as he loves old Dean. They are one and the same in all the ways that matter.

Dean's happiness is all he's ever wanted, has been the sole purpose of his life and sacrifices for more than a decade. Still is. Always will be.

"Who's the sap now?"

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sweetsakusa · 4 years ago

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Dimples and Laughter

Description: Sakusa has dimples. That’s it. This is what we are talking about today.

Disclaimer: I saw a post with something similar to this where they talked about Sakusa having dimples and I forgot who did it so when I find it, I’ll tag them. Just know that’s my inspiration for this. Anyways, enjoy my first post!

Genre: Fluff, sorta marriage and parenting au, drabble, slice of life,

Character Pairing: Timeskip Sakusa x Reader + your nine month old daughter, Rina

Warnings: none (unless babies count as a trigger warning lmao I’m really sorry), SAPPY AND ROMANTIC AF

A/N: I’m so obsessed with him

Word Count: 1.5k words

You roll over to your side, groaning as the sun’s rays penetrate through your eyelids, stirring from your restful slumber. You reach to feel the side of the bed where Kiyoomi normally sleeps, the sheets now cool to the touch from abandonment. You sigh into his pillow, the subtle scent of his cologne wafting into your nose. You want to stay there forever, but most of all, you want his strong arms thrown around your waist, burying into his toned chest, the warmth emanating off his frame in waves and warming your body.

You feel yourself growing bored without his presence. You swing your legs over the side of the bed, trudging to the bathroom and turn the nob in the shower to get the hot water running. You throw your clothes into the hamper before hopping in. After showering, you grab some clothes from your closet and slip on a pair of sweats and t-shirt before tying up your damp hair. As you walk down the hall to begin breakfast, a fit of muffled laughter comes from behind a cracked door of the nursery.

Curiosity bubbles inside your chest and you tiptoe closer, leaning against the cool wood. Peeking through the small crack, the sight of your husband sitting on the sparkling clean floor, playing with your daughter, appears. A smile creeps onto your face as he holds her and lifts her up into the air and pulls her back down onto his lap. Her squeals of laughter fills your ears and Kiyoomi can’t hold back a deep chuckle, gentle and fluid, a flash of a smile flickers through his quiet laugh. Your eyes scan his handsome face, the beautiful head of curly, dark locks, obsidian eyes, his defined jawline, and the two moles above his right eyebrow only accentuates his beauty.

You continued to watch your husband play with your daughter as another squeal of laughter falls from her lips. Slowly, but surely, the small, fond smile grows into a grin, full of genuine joy, and stretched ear to ear.

His smiles were infrequent. Occasionally, you will receive a smirk or a lipped smile that shows the tiniest indent of dimples, but other than that, Kiyoomi Sakusa rarely smiled.

Your breath hitches, absolutely dumbfounded. He’s grinning. Out of four years of dating, three years of marriage and almost a year with a child, you had never seen him beam with pure happiness until now. The dimples hidden behind his calm, nonchalant expression emerge. He has dimples, the indents on his cheeks so prominent that you are tempted to stick skittles in them and convinced that they will stay.

Understanding the rarity of this small moment, you stand there, lingering by the door and taking in every second that brilliant smile is on his face. The last thing you wanted was forget the smile that brought out the divots in his cheeks. It was like falling in love with him all over again, the feeling strangely familar, yet still foreign. Your mind spaces out, your heart swells with love, threatening to burst through your chest because your poor heart can’t take it. How is it possible that you can fall in love with him more than you already were?

He’s difficult to read under his calm and collected demeanor. Everything is out of the blue with him, but he never fails to make you fall for his beautiful unpredictabilities. When he kisses your forehead through his mask after coming home, showering immediately and once he does, his lips will always be found on yours; when he mutters, “thank you, love,” when you hand him a cup of coffee or tea; when he purposely places your favorite mug on the top shelf of the cabinet so you have to ask him to grab it for you and he gets the chance to kiss your shoulder or cheek and hug you from behind; when you catch him staring at you and he doesn’t look away, he has a fond look of awe in his eyes, unwavering, and heat rushes up your face.

The unpredictability of Kiyoomi only makes you hopelessly fall in love with him. It never fails to make your stomach flip at the small acts of affection he gives you, undeniable adoration he shows to you and to you only. It hits you when you least expect it and it's a wonderful surprise that renders you tongue-tied and you try to say the words, but your mind is in too much of a jumbled mess that they don’t fall past your throat. It was moments like these that left you star-struck and utterly speechless. You swear he’s going to be the death of you.

You decide to finally make your presence known. You nudge the door open, careful not to disturb their peace.

“Good morning, Kiyoomi,” you whisper as you gently shut the door behind you.

He lifts his head at your voice, a flicker of a smile still teasing his lips when he finally lets his face relax. “Good morning, darling.” The pet name always sends tingles across your body, making your toes curl and your heart ache.

Your daughter is still paying attention to him, her arms making motions in the air, trying to get his attention so he can lift her again. He obliges and the sweet ring of hysteric giggles fill the room once again.

You sit down next to him, your daughter’s large eyes on you now as Kiyoomi set her back down on his lap, his large hands holding her gently and rubbing her back in soothing patterns. His practicality and carefulness made parenthood look good on him.

“Good morning, Rina,” you say sweetly as you stroke the dark bunch of hair she inherited from her father.

She babbles as if trying to come up with a construction of sentences. You place a few kisses on her head, smiling at her nonsense words. Out of the corner of your eye, Kiyoomi lets his face break into a fond smile. You smile even wider.

“It seems to me that you have been using her as a dumbbell to workout,” you joke. He has been taking more days off to help you raise your daughter and she has grown even more fond of him.

He quirks an amused eyebrow. “She isn’t heavy enough to be a weight.”

You roll your eyes. “I know that.” You hadn’t forgotten his taut, muscular figure, toned with muscle and minimal fat.

“Have you eaten anything yet?” You ask as your thumb creates circles on his forearm, coiled with veins and tendons.

He shakes his head. “No.”

“I’ll start breakfast right now.” You start to stand up, but his calloused hand grabs your wrist, pulling you back.

“Can I have a kiss?” He asks gingerly, his hand caressing your jaw. It was adorable when he asked for affection and it wasn’t often when he asked.

You give him more than just a kiss. You lean in, your hand rests on his shoulder and kisses him a few times. Each time you pull away, you smile against his lips as you lean in for another one.

“I love you.” The declaration of love whispered against his lips as you placed another kiss there to seal it, let it seep into his skin, make it known to him you meant every word.

“I love you, too,” he murmurs, his thumb cradling your cheek.

You break your loving gaze from your husband to your daughter, her eyes wide as she stares at the both of you, mouth slightly agape as her brain tries to register the tender action her parents just shared. Kiyoomi’s ears are brushed with a pink tinge. Still blushing after almost being together for almost ten years? You want to say, but you bite your lip to prevent them from falling.

You laugh, light and airy as you kiss her forehead. “And I love you, Rina.”

You lift yourself from the floor, walking to the door and closing it behind. You try your best to suppress the stupid grin on your face, but fail miserably. You walk to the kitchen to make yourself coffee. You open the cabinet to get your mug and realize Kiyoomi put it on the top shelf once again. Attempting to get the mug yourself is a lost cause because he absolutely forbids it in the case you might hurt yourself.

You smile, but it falls from your face when your jaw begins to tense, letting you know you have been smiling so much to the point it hurts. Instead, you just let your lips tug at the ends.

You fervently wish he never stops surprising you. Routine is a part of Kiyoomi’s lifestyle and he enjoys the familiarity and repetition; it brings him comfort. It is easier for him to follow a paved road than a gravel path. How much of a surprise it was for him to include you into his routine and take the beaten path instead so he can see the flowers while walking side by side with you.

Repetition and changeability contrasts with each other like black and white, yin and yang, like the cherry blossom petals dancing in the spring air and the autumn leaves floating in the cool fall breeze, but when they are put together, it creates something beautiful and Kiyoomi is the embodiment of that strange yet beautiful combination.

#haikyu x reader #haikyu fluff #haikyuu!!#haikyu drabble #sakusa imagines #sakusa x reader #sakusa fluff #sakusa drabble #domestic sakusa #kiyoomi sakusa x reader #kiyoomi sakusa #haikyū!!

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takohebi · 4 years ago

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Serpentine Escapade

Pairing: f!MC/Yuu x Jamil Viper

tags: fluff, romantic tension || word count: 2431

Summary: The NRC was hosting an extravagant Ball. Yuu wanted a few moments away from the party. A familiar snake slowly glides up to her.

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Yuu slipped away from the main hall quietly. The NRC Ball was a huge event, with student representatives coming from other colleges as well. Yuu was overwhelmed by the number of people on the dance floor, swirling together delightedly as the light music club provided music and entertainment. It wasn’t like she was lonely- she had already danced a lot, albeit clumsily with Ace and Deuce and even twirled an indignant Grim around a few times. Then Azul and the Leech twins danced with her, their movements elegant and graceful despite being mermen. And she had promised Cater and Lilia dances later. No, Yuu wasn’t lonely; she just wanted a short time away from the bright lights and the crowds. She may not be as asocial as Idia (who did not turn up today, although Ortho did) but big crowds still made her feel nervous and overwhelmed.

She retreated to one of the more reclusive balconies surrounding the humongous ballroom. There was no one around. She let out a sigh of relief.

Yuu stood in the wide balcony overlooking the immaculate Pomefiore gardens. The music was a dull rhythm in the background now, a comforting constant in the otherwise still and quiet night. Yuu sighed. It had been many months since she was whisked away by the carriage. She had essentially restarted her life here. New friends, new rules, new troubles, new...feelings. It was definitely an improvement from her old life, so much so that she continues to repress those memories when they inevitably intrude upon her life in Twisted Wonderland. Shaking her head to dispel the rising mix of apprehension and unease whenever she slipped and remembered her past, Yuu tried to focus her thoughts on the faraway beat, tapping her foot in cadence. It was a tried and true technique that kept her from spiraling and soon she was back to being herself again, eyes closed, body swaying gently to the music, her foot keeping the beat.

“Yuu? Is something wrong?”

A familiar voice jolted Yuu out of her focused distraction. Her eyes flew open to meet Jamil’s, her heart racing a mile a minute. Jamil walked casually towards her, his expression collected but maybe hinted with a slight bit of concern. Maybe. At any rate, Yuu didn’t say anything but watched him get closer, her eyes idly taking in his appearance, though not for the first time this evening. Jamil hardly wore shirts. His dorm uniform and gym clothes always consisted of a hoodie. So seeing him buttoned up in an elegant suit was a special treat. Jamil looked good in everything he wore, and tonight was no exception. The well-tailored suit accentuated his long legs and lean body, making Yuu’s breath catch with every stolen glance during the Ball.

Yuu realised she was attracted to the reticent vice dorm-head shortly after his overblot incident, when Kalim started inviting her over for dinners or mancala games. These sojourns almost always ended up with her staying back to help Jamil clean up and settle things in order and during these moments, Yuu came to realise 2 things: Jamil Viper was a very capable man, who balanced his duties, academics and hobbies perfectly and without complaint, which was pretty cool and admirable. And also, Jamil Viper was very handsome, alluring and physically attractive.

The second observation hit Yuu with the power of a speeding truck when she first saw him laugh at a silly story she shared with him as they were wrapping up after an evening of mancala. His mirthful expression combined with his voice ringing out in amusement dazed Yuu and she realised she was already in love with him for a while now, enjoying their small, quiet moments in each others’ company in the opulent Scarabia Dorm.

At present Jamil had reached her spot in the balcony, the worry on his face a tad bit clearer. “Hey are you feeling well? You look spaced out. Everything okay?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

“Oh, I just wanted a small break from the crowd. I am fine. Needed a moment away, that’s all.”

“I get what you mean. The Ball is really grand and it seems with each passing year, more people turn up for these events. It’s just...I saw you leave the Hall and not return and-”

“Ha you thought I was going to run away? Away from the delicious desserts? No way!”

“- and was concerned that you might not be well.” he continues, eyebrows creasing disapprovingly at her feeble attempt at deflection. His annoyed face was adorable, Yuu thought to herself. But she refrained from saying it. It won’t be wise to annoy him further.

So she smiled and said “I am fine, Jamil. Thank you for asking. I do intend to return to the Ball before Lilia hexes me for spurning his dance offer."

She gave a shallow laugh as Jamil’s earlier words sunk in. Had she continued watching Jamil as she spoke, she might have seen his frown get deeper when she mentioned Lilia and her promise to the enigmatic fae. But Yuu now had other thoughts in mind.

So he had watched her leave huh? He had watched her leave. The idea of Jamil looking at her from afar made her insides flutter. She too, had been looking at him during the event, quite a lot in fact. She saw him dance with a lot of students from his dorm, Azul (though Jamil seemed extremely reluctant about it), Ace and Floyd. She was hoping to dance with him at some point too, making a mental note to ask him later. And now he is here, with her, under the waning moon, alone and away from the party. As she slowly started to think of how to phrase the question without being weird, Jamil spoke.

“Would you like to dance with me?”

Yuu’s head snapped to face Jamil. He was looking away, expression neutral but she swore he was blushing slightly, the same look he had on his birthday celebration, many weeks ago. She blinked rapidly, her mind blanking. She wasn’t mentally prepared for this!!

Jamil looked at her, his frown had returned. Yuu panicked for a moment before forging on.

“It’s fine-”

“YES”

“I want to dance with you Jamil. I mean it.” Yuu grinned, barely able to contain her excitement. She hoped the semi-darkness helped hide her blush.

Her heart hammered in her chest as Jamil wordlessly held out his hand, a soft smile on his face. Why was this man so beautiful?

Almost too eagerly Yuu took it, and Jamil pulled her into a slow dance, in perfect harmony with the distant, ongoing music.

Now as noted previously, Yuu had already danced quite a bit before but somehow this time, it felt more...personal. Was it because her partner was a man she’d been slowly falling in love with? Was it because right now they were away, separate from the rest of the school, rest of the world, tangled together in this moment of time?

At any rate, all she could think of right now was the feeling of Jamil’s hand in hers, his other on her waist and the proximity of their bodies, their breaths. It felt intimate and it made her forget to breathe. Her body followed Jamil’s mechanically, and she was happy to be led by him. It gave her time to drink him in. She could hear the soft tinkling of the bell in his hair accessory. It was a soft reminder of their closeness. Her eyes wandered more. She noticed his lashes were a kind of long, and his makeup for tonight seemed immaculate. Oh his ear had a small mole, how cute.

She continued.

The muscles in his neck flexed and moved slightly with their steps, the sight mesmerizing Yuu. Ha, Jamil didn’t need his unique magic to hold her captive. His lips were gently sloped into a casual small smile and Yuu could not believe her heart could beat any faster, but it did. Her eyes raked over his hands next- seeing their intertwined hands made her skin tingle with happiness and excitement. His other rested steadily on her waist and Yuu wondered how would it feel to let it wander. He smelled nice too. Some kind of soft cologne. Yuu was careful not to inhale too much, lest she forget herself and do something inappropriate. Ahh, she was enjoying this dance very much.

Though her eyes ravished his body and face, Yuu did not look into Jamil’s eyes. She knew if she did, she would do or say something stupid and or crass and she was scared. Scared of breaking this magical spell. The air around her felt electric and heady. And she wasn’t done with it yet. Just a few moments more...

Suddenly Jamil’s grip on her hand grew a slight bit tighter, breaking her indulgent thoughts and prompting her to glance quickly at him. He was again looking away, again frowning and looking a little...pouty?

“Hey are you okay?” Yuu asked, slightly panicky. Was she dancing badly? Is he bored?

He started. He probably squeezed her hand unknowingly. Odd. Jamil is usually pretty calculative of everything. Impulsive is not a word to describe him. He sighed softly, the action fanning Yuu’s hair and gently caressing her neck, causing her mind to go into overdrive. Focus! She has to focus! It won’t do to lose her mental faculties right when Jamil is about to speak.

“It’s not me, I am worried you are not enjoying this.”

“What?! Why would you say that?” Yuu asked with a laugh, the idea that she could possibly not be enjoying being held by Jamil seemed so absurd.

Jamil huffed, lips quirking, accentuating his pout. Lord this man can be so endearing! He seemed to be carefully thinking about his words. Hmm, he usually didn’t need to think so much.

“Earlier… when- hmm. When you danced with Ace, you were talking...laughing. You seemed more- enthusiastic. You can be honest with me you know? I have faith in my dancing but not in being an enjoyable companion.”

Jamil seemed to be picking his words slowly, cautiously. Yuu was not.

“Jamil! That was because Ace was constantly mimicking Crewel as we danced. His imitations are really funny. Well you know how Ace is, he is never serious.” Yuu laughed nervously but Jamil didn’t look convinced. Yuu’s brain raced, trying to find words and string them together.

Instinctively she tightened her grip on Jamil’s hand and leaned in, hoping her panic doesn’t show. “Jamil, I swear I am having the time of my life right now. I- I don’t know how to express it well. But I would rather be here dancing with you, than with anyone or anywhere else right this moment. I really enjoy your company and would have refused to dance if I really did not want to. You know that right? I am here because I want to.”

Jamil’s eyes widened slightly, his lips parted as if to say something but no words were spoken. Yuu realised she had done what she was avoiding- looking at Jamil’s eyes and with them being this close, she noted his eyes were a pretty grey, the light from the Hall casting a warm glow. Yuu felt her thoughts trailing to his lips again. They were right there. She glanced at them and wet her own. How easy would it be to accidentally lean in a bit and brush her lips against his. A small chaste kiss. She let out a breath and quickly shot a look at his eyes again. They were searing into hers and she could see him quickly work something out as he held her stare.

How and when she did not know but Jamil’s hand had now moved from her waist to her face, cupping it gently. His expression shifted to something a little cocky. The way he looked when he knew he was winning. Smug and certain. Yuu hoped her heartbeat wasn’t actually audible because right now, all she could hear was the roaring in her ears.

And Jamil’s voice. His silky smooth voice as he spoke in a lowered tone-

“Yuu. If it’s ok with-”

“YUU! THERE YOU ARE!!”

Ace’s voice cut through the moment, cleanly slicing the tension and Jamil instantly leaned back, face immediately resuming his usual stoic expression. Yuu loved her friend but right now she was angrily wishing she could use magic because she would very much like to curse him for a year. But the look of relief on his face as he ran towards the two softened her heart. A bit. Yuu was still pretty mad.

Behind him, Deuce appeared, a little out of breath, holding Grim. Evidently they were looking for Yuu. “We were worried about you. You could have at least told us before taking off y’know.” Grim said, a look of exasperation on his face.

“Sorry, I chanced upon her sometime ago but she wanted some fresh air so I was accompanying her.” Jamil replied, politely.

“Well we just didn’t want her missing out on the desserts. That’s all.” Ace said, crossing his arms. Sure Ace. That’s all. His reluctance to admit his feelings made Yuu smile. Her idiot trio were most definitely the cutest people in the campus. Uh, save for Jamil. And Kalim. Hmm maybe that title has a lot of competition.

Deuce was on his phone, maybe texting someone. Ace was talking, “-yeah tell Ruggie that we found her and she’s fine. Hang on, maybe don’t tell him. He still owes me for cheating me out of my lunch the other day…” As Deuce elbowed him and the bickering started, Yuu’s idle thoughts were interrupted by a pressure on her hand. Her heart skipped several beats when she realised Jamil was holding her hand throughout this even if they broke apart the moment Ace spoke. Yuu slowly glanced at him and saw him stare at her friends, with a blank expression.

“When the light music club performs “Buzzing Currents”, come back here, I will be there. We have a dance and other...things to finish. I’ll be seeing you.” Gently letting go of Yuu with a final squeeze, Jamil strode away, citing some excuse about disciplining his dorm. As she stole one last glance, he looked back, a cheeky smile on his face and eyes narrowed in what looked like amusement. He looked like a cat that got the cream.

Yuu couldn’t wait to be eaten.

#jamil viper #jamil x mc #jamil x yuu #twst fanfic #twst #twisted wonderland #whew i wrote a fic!!#i am considering a sequel #lets see #i love jamil so much lmao #you can see how thirsty i am for him in this fic #it's so self-indulgent #My writing

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sh1tbird-shantytown · 4 years ago

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Ah thank you for answering my Stommy ask i loved it a lot. Can i get some more Stommy.

Okay so like what if Tommy finally sees what Steve's doing with the kids amd the mindflayer and acts like he's down to help and he is he wants to help steve.

But at the same time he has a bit of a breakdown infront of everyone and his whole bad boy persona drops and he's scared he didn't expect this, he didn't believe in anything like this before and he doesn't understand how steve does it.

Can i get some Johnathan being sympathetic to Tommy and sort coming to an understanding with him, and they get eachother, (i like to think that Tommy isn't rich like steve and is more like the byers than everyone thought. Like he comes from a broken home and all the fancy clothes he gets from steve)

Ooo and some tommy and johnathan being like ugh "rich people"

Will and Tommy moment though where will is like :O and Tommy takes him under his wing like Steve did with Dustin

Whoa this is long. Im so sorry. I hope you have a good day.

stommy for sure. thanks, hun!

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He didn’t expect it to happen. He never really did, he would get a call from Hopper or Joyce or Dustin usually. Cancel everything and go play near death whack-a-mole for a few hours. He’s gotten real good at it at this point. Tommy was suspicious, started asking questions.

“Where are you going off to?” he’d shown up at the Harrington house. Steve wouldn’t let him in, his bag of monster hunting supplies and his stained nail bat poking out prominently. “Or do you have someone in there with you?” Tommy moved his head around to search behind Steve’s shoulders.

“No, Tom,” Steve put his hands up, “Some stuff just came up. An emergency.”

“Is your mother in the hospital? Is your father back home and he’s sending you out for errands so he can invite his side chick over—“

Steve leaned against the doorway, unamused, “—Come on, Tom, that’s not funny.”

But Tommy didn’t stop, “—Is Dustin sick? What’s so important that you had to cancel twice on me this week? Huh!” Steve closed his eyes for a brief moment, collecting his bearings. He stepped out and closed the door behind him.

“Look,” he slowly took Tommy’s hand, the other watching with clear suspicion. “I would much rather stay in with you and watch your stupid drama movies.” The other’s face twisted a little but he listened. “Hopper needs me right now, important, top secret, emergency.” He squeezed Tommy’s fingers a little with every accentuated word. “It’s best that you don’t know, you’re safer that way.” He had hoped that would get Tommy to back off. Wishful thinking.

Tommy shook his head and crossed his arms defiantly, “I’m coming with you for sure now. You don’t get to keep things like this from me now. No secrets.” Steve opened his mouth but Tommy pinched his arm, interrupting him. “No secrets! Okay? You don’t get to go risk yourself, or whatever you’re implying, and leave me in the dark!” Tommy stomped his foot and Steve had the mind to assume he’d been paying attention to all his sisters way of dealing with their own boyfriends. Tommy cupped both sides of his cheeks when Steve sighed. “I am your boyfriend,” he made Steve look at him. Tommy looked concerned, face wrinkled and cheeks pale. “I deserve to know.”

His shoulders sank as he gave in, “You’re not going to like it. Probably won’t even believe it.”

Tommy glared, “Try me.”

Steve went back into the house and grabbed his bag. Tommy quickly noticed the bat, obvious about it with his wide eyes not meeting Steve’s own and instead on the spikes peaking out over his shoulder. He didn’t ask yet though. Instead, he followed Steve all the way to the BMW and then got in the passenger side.

Steve looked over at Tommy sitting rigidly before starting the ignition. There were intense lines between his eyebrows and his lips were being abused by him biting them. He started gnawing on his fingernails when Steve made a decision.

He stepped out quick and Tommy startled, “Where are you going now?”

Steve leaned back in, antsy, “I’m going to get you a weapon.” Tommy looked like he desperately wanted to ask, Steve waited, but Tommy just sat back with his leg bouncing. He sighed again and Tommy glanced over at the noise. “You don’t have to come. It’d be better if you just stayed here until I get back.” Tommy folded his arms, leg still going up and down due to the weight of his hand not lessening it.

“Like hell I am,” he grumbled, “Go get me something if it’s so necessary.” Steve’s shoulders and ankles were tense and locked a little in place. This wasn’t going to end well even if Tommy believe him. He wasn’t supposed to add anyone else to the group. All he had as an excuse was Tommy’s unrelenting behavior and how immediate and stressed Hopper had sounded when he called. The excuse that maybe more help was necessary.

So Steve went to the shed and found a chain. A long iron chain that his father had used to hold the fence gate between theirs and the neighbors’ yards shut. He went back to the car with it in hand. When he sat back down Tommy stared wonderingly at it. Steve dropped it in his lap, the sound heavy as it slipped slowly to the car floor and clanked together.

“Can you still lasso?” he asked quietly. Didn’t want to trigger Tommy into some spell of hysterics.

Tommy swallowed and his eyes grew even more serious than before, “Yeah, yeah I can still lasso.”

Steve looked from the chain to Tommy’s face a few times, “Can you do to the same with that as you can a rope if we need you to?” He’d seen Tommy lasso, done some himself in the summers on the Hagan farm. Their small farm that housed loads of milk cows. It was a nice escape, mostly outdoors and their house was rundown only a little. Obviously warn from love and family and sweet time. Something real against the Harrington’s artificial capsule.

Tommy nodded again, “I can make it work.” When Steve didn’t catch Tommy’s eye for another minute or so, he started out to the Byers’ house. He could tell Tommy was trying to pay attention to the route but he kept messing with the chain. Steve knew he was forming it around to form the lasso correctly. Had seen Tommy sit on a bale of hay and mess with a rope the same way.

They pulled up to the dusty driveway and Tommy finally looked up with recognization, “Who exactly is involved in all this?”

Steve parked and neither of them moved, “Well, we’ve got all the Byers, Mike and Nancy Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Dustin, and Hopper”

Tommy glared over at him and opened his door, “What kind of shit have you gotten yourself into?”

Steve only smiled thinly and he stepped out to grab his bag from the backseat before heading up to the door. Hopper was smoking and watched him as Tommy slowly gathered his chain.

“What did you do now?” Hopper didn’t sound surprised.

Steve could only shrug, “He insisted.”

Hopper took a drawn out puff, “Well you should have resisted.”

Steve turned his neck to glimpse as Tommy closing the car door, “You trying resisting a Hagan and then get back to me.”

Hopper raised a brow and flicked the ash off the filter, “Just keep him by you and make sure he doesn’t get hurt. I don’t want to have to explain to his parents.”

Steve rubbed his upper arm as Tommy walked up to his side, “Why would I get hurt? And what’s wrong with my parents?” he ordered defensively.

Hopper sighed and squished the cherry out in an outdoor ashtray balanced on the porch railing, “Nothing, kid. Your father just doesn’t like me.”

Tommy muttered something Steve only just barely caught, “You just can’t leave an innocent drunk man alone on a Friday night.”

“What’s that?” Hopper’s eyes narrowed. Tommy folded his arms and didn’t respond, only shook his head once.

Steve looked between the two. He knew Tommy’s father liked to drink sometimes. Mostly after a long day working on harvesting hay bales and tending to their cows. Knew his mother and Tommy’s sisters hated when he did. Tommy didn’t know how to feel, got mad at Steve when he tried to sympathize. A few of their fights had ended in Tommy throwing the fact that Steve’s father was never really around back in his face. Yelling he wouldn’t understand. Couldn’t. Not the same way.

“What’s the code?” he asked to break the heavy tensions, to at least try. Instead a new sort of shadow surrounded them.

“Orange,” Hopper took his hat off and rubbed his forehead, “Looks like more strays are picking off cattle at night. We need to go catch them.”

Tommy perked up, “Cattle? So you do know what’s been picking our calves off?” he shouted. “What is it? Why are you hiding it from the town? Us farmers!” He was livid and when Steve touched his arm to comfort, it was whacked away. He stepped back, a bit betrayed. The adrenaline in Tommy must have picked up already. He only acted like this when he was wound up tight and angry. Hopper was silent for a long moment as Tommy huffed his breaths in and out, upset.

He turned around to the house and said, “You’re about to find out,” before the door opened and closed.

“What is going on, Harrington?” Tommy asked, desperate now. Desperate for answers he hadn’t asked for. Made Steve annoyed that he allowed himself to get pent up again. Out of control of himself, the opposite of what they’d been working on. He took Tommy’s hands gently, at least thankful for Tommy allowing that much.

“I need you to take a few deep breaths, Sweetheart,” he used his calm tone. Used it for the kids when they got too scared sometimes. “This isn’t going to get any easier, so if you want to step out, do it now.” He waited and Tommy didn’t move, didn’t really do anything besides stare at him. “Is that a no?”

“I’m not leaving,” Tommy stated stubbornly.

“No one would think any less of you,” Steve said deeply, “We all wish we didn’t have to deal with this shit. You can go back home, you wouldn’t be able to tell people about this. The government will confiscate you otherwise.”

Tommy scoffed, “So my father isn’t some crazy conspiracy theorist.” Steve didn’t answer, didn’t really want to, didn’t think he needed to.

“It’s scary, Tom.”

Tommy puffed out his chest, “I don’t care. I’m staying with you and that’s final.”

The door opened and Dustin started yelling, “Son of a bitch, why is he here, Steve? Get your ass in here, we need to start planning!” Steve turned and Dustin started attempting to drag him up the porch. “We’ve got target on three different farms tonight.” He stopped and Steve almost tripped on the last stop. He asked Tommy, “Dont you live on one?”

Tommy’s shoulders rose, “What’s it to you?” Dustin glanced at Steve, who was giving a warning glance, shrugged his shoulders and headed inside again.

Steve grabbed the door and held it open for Tommy, “Come on then!” Tommy ran up and into the house, the warm waft of heat blown into their faces. Joyce met them first, Dustin rushing back into the other room.

She eyes Tommy worriedly, “Did you tell him anything yet?” Steve shook his head. She wasn’t mad, she instead waved then in more, “Well then we have quite a bit to catch you up then, huh?” she smiled welcoming. Walked them in through to where everyone was already staring over a map of Hawkins. Red circles around what Steve assumed were the farms being threatened.

Nancy’s face twisted, “What’s up with this?” she gestured to Tommy and his chain clutched in his fist.

“He wants in,” Steve shrugged and stepped forward to look at the map between Hopper and Dustin, “Not like we couldn’t use the help.”

Nancy scowled, “We can manage.”

“Yeah,” Mike butted in.

Steve glared at her, “Let it go, Nance. He’s here and that’s it, please.” She looked at Johnathan but John looked at Tommy just as openly as his mother had.

“You know how to throw that?” he looked at the dark chain links.

Tommy nodded and pointed to the west circle, “That’s my farm. Well, my dad’s.” He looked sheepish, like he was admitting something.

“Cool,” Steve heard Will whisper.

Johnathan smiled more just as Nancy’s frown deepened, “Didn’t know you were in the lower levels like us.” Tommy frowned and Nancy scolded John with a slap to the arm. “It’s just cool is all,” he defended himself from her onslaught.

Tommy grew confused, “Cool?”

John nodded, “Tuff,” he grinned. Tommy smirked and eased down, comfortably joining Steve by his side.

“So do I get the backstory or what?” Everyone else looked at Hopper.

The man rolled his eyes but relented, “Keep up,” he pointed at Tommy gruffly. The boy nodded and Steve planted a grounding hand on his shoulder. “When Will went missing he was actually trapped in a different dimension. There’s El, who isn’t here right now, she was an experiment.” His voice with filled with distaste. “ She has powers, telekinesis. She’s resting right now so she can—“

“Which is stupid,” Mike snapped, “She’s not ready—“ Lucas and Dustin elbowed him to shut him up.

Hopper didn’t even look at the kids, “She’s getting ready to fight the bigger problem, the mindflayer. Something that likes possessing people. Watch out for that,” he tipped his hat back. “But there are big dogs from that other dimension sneaking in like your average coyote onto farms. So we have to go out and clean them out.” Steve eyed Tommy’s face which was stoney. Hopper turned back to the table and map when he fingered Tommy had at least taken all of what he said in through his ears to process eventually. “We’re hitting it by groups. Joyce and I will go to Merrill’s. Nancy, Johnathan, Will, and Mike are going to Tinnerman’s. Steve, Tommy, Dustin, and Lucas are at Hagan’s. Got that?” he looked around. When no one disagreed he backed away.

Steve took his bag off and set it on top of the map, “You still have that tire iron?” he asked Dustin as he took out his lighter.

“Yep,” the kid nodded, “Still behind the house, I’ll go get it,” he ran off.

Steve only had to look at Lucas for an answer, “Got my pockets full of rocks and marbles this time.”

Steve smiled small but assuring, “Good.”

Everyone walked off to retrieve their own weapons or start their own vehicles. Except Steve and Tommy. Tommy was pale and his eyes were greyish.

“Hey,” Steve rubbed a thumb across his freckled cheek, “What’s going on in your head?” he whispered.

Tommy looked up and took in a shaky breath, “I’m ready to kill some monsters?” The questioning tone didn’t surprise Steve, the words did though. He didn’t ask, didn’t want to over work Tommy’s mind already. Not when they still had a long night ahead.

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The Hagan property was the smallest of the three Hawkins farms. Fencing behind them that was meant to keep cattle on grounds, then a big barn, then the Hagan house. But it wasn’t meant to be called “small” either. The cattle were safe in the barn as long as they all stayed attentive and ready to kill off any demodog invaders. Simple, all in a days work. But Tommy was shaking like a leaf and Steve heard rustling from their right.

He stepped ahead a few steps just as Dustin and Lucas yelled out at the shadow creeping out of the trees. Tommy cursed loudly, so much so Steve feared Tommy’s mother would wake from it all the way in the house. He swung his bat to stabilize himself and then went to town on the thing’s neck, back, and head. It went down quick and others started coming out more and more. Lucas slung-shot his own ammunition and Dustin kept them back with Steve’s lighter and a can of hairspray.

“Can you get that one, Tom?” he shouted over the growls of a new dog as one ran past him to the fence.

It was a pretty quick success all things considering. The carcasses laid around Steve in wide diameter, gunk sprung all over the grass and tree bark. But as silence carried no more sounds carried out from the darkness.

He faced the group, Dustin parking things back into Steve bag and pulling out water bottles. Lucas was trying to wipe the sweat from his face.

Then Steve caught sight of Tommy standing still. Too still. He panicked.

“Tom?” he whisper yelled as he ran up to him. Grabbed his arms and then his head, “Tommy, are you alright?” Tommy’s pale face reflected streaks of luminescent tracks in the moonlight. His eyes looked frozen wide. “Hey,” he wiped away the tears with his thumbs and made Tommy make eye contact. Which seems to blow him out of his stupor. He started breathing sporadically. Steve hugged him and started breathing in and out exaggeratedly. “Match me, Sweetheart,” he whispered. Breathed in and waited as Tommy matched it. Exhaled and patiently listened.

By the time Tommy was lax against him, exhausted and adrenaline all gone, Steve had decided they were done. He snapped his fingers to grab Lucas and Dustin’s attention.

“Yo, call Hopper and see what they’re up to, please,” he threw one of Tommy’s arms over his shoulders. Started leading them back to his car a little ways away. Tommy wouldn’t speak, Steve had the mind to assume he was in shock. Knew the feeling himself. But the amount Tommy was still partially immobile on his own was concerning. “Can you signal to me how your feeling, Tommy? What can I do for you?” he asked as he opened the car door and worked his boyfriend into the passenger seat. He knelt on the wet road, his jeans getting damp at the knees.

Tommy finally made eye contact on his own and pressed his lips together, “That was scary.” Steve nodded understandingly. Tommy continued, “This is fucked,” he sat back and forcibly enclosed Steve hand in between his own. Steve distantly heard Dustin yapping to someone on the walkie talkie. “How do you all do it?” he asked exasperatedly. He deflated and shook his head, lost, “How do you do it all? You were amazing back there, didn’t hesitate or flinch.”

Steve smiled and leaned up to give Tommy a kiss to the cheek, “No one is going to be upset with you Tommy. We don’t even have to mention it. The important thing is,” he stepped back, “That we’re all safe and the dogs are done with.”

“But—“

“We won’t hold it against you,” he promised and Tommy closed his mouth slowly. Nodding in agreement a little reluctantly.

Dustin was messing with the dials on the walkie when he left Tommy there, “I’m gonna go clean the mess up, you two get in the car and wait.

Lucas stepped up though, “I’ll help.” Steve gave him a look but he persisted, “Please?”

He rolled his eyes, “I guess you’d be better help than Dustin.”

“Hey!” the other scolded.

Lucas flicked him, “Please, you gag every time the goo gets on you.”

“I wonder why!” Dustin called back as he got into the car with Tommy.

===

It was a few weeks later and Tommy was a little more comfortable in the Party and their occasional missions to take out other dimensional monsters. Tommy was good with the chain when he wasn’t completely petrified. Caught and wrangled multiple dogs out of the way on occasions. Sure he stopped out a few time but they didn’t fight him about it. Knew he knew what he couldn’t handle.

He was teaching Will a thing or two now. They each sat on logs in the Byers’ backyard with ropes in their hands and on their laps. Steve watched as he leaned against the back door doorframe with Joyce. Johnathan had tried to follow along but had quickly knotted his bad. Had encouraged them both instead as Tommy directed Will step by step.

Then, Steve joined them as they worked on tossing and capturing low tree branches. Tommy lassoed them all and Steve got some. But Will grew his skills fast apparently because he was right behind Tommy, grasping all the practicing targets with concentrated ease.

Tommy fist bumped the kid and Steve used his height to pull the rope back down, “Good job, Byers!”

“I was actually good at it,” Will beamed proudly. Tommy slung an arm over Wills shoulders and headed towards the house as Joyce called for dinner.

“You know, you should come take Steve’s place on the farm over the summer.” Will bounced on the souls of his feet a bit at the excitement and giggled when Steve scoffed dramatically.

“I’m just rusty.”

Tommy chuckled, “Come on, Byers One and Byers Two, let’s leave the Rich Boy to clean up.” Will laughed and followed him loyally.

Johnathan stood with a definite nod, “Agreed.” Steve stopped to watch them race to the house like they were all young boys.

Tommy fit in just fine.

#steve harrington #tommy hagan #stommy #stranger things #will byers #jim hopper #johnathan byers #i’ll edit this more later but here!#hope it’s alright. i was unsure on how to end it but i didn’t want to keep you waiting even longer #:) <3

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m-is-for-mungo · 4 years ago

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👀 for Lily from Mason’s perspective!

I actually wrote a little about this a few days ago!

Mason feels all kinds of ways about Lily when she first gets to Nuka World.

SLIGHT NSFW CONTENT FROM HERE ON (you have been warned)

So it’s gonna be Yuuto (my General) and Lily going through the Gauntlet in tandem, and they tag team to bring down Colter. Mason isn’t too impressed cause he’s seen Colter take down challenger after challenger, but he is on the edge of his seat when he witnesses Lily rip out the controls for Colter’s HUD, leaving him effectively blind.

He is actually impressed by the time the dust settles, but notices Yuuto is running their show, seeing as Lily is like MacCready and a hired merc.

He gets ANGRY when they’re first properly introduced. Yuuto and Gage are doing the meeting of the bosses, and Lily is trailing close behind Yuuto. Once Yuuto and Mason have their back and forth, she turns to speak to Gage, and they’re interrupted by Lily pinning Mason (that LOVELY commission I had Drovenna do) cause he took her ignoring him as a sign of her not paying attention and tried to steal her sachet of caps off her belt. He tries to yank his arm back, and can’t make it budge, and Lily digs her knife in a little to make a silent point that yes it’s sharp and yes she will use it. But no matter how much rage is pulsing through him, god damn it if he can’t help that his pants are TIGHT and he storms off after they leave to fix that predicament.

They quite frankly hate each other the first bit. Lily gets stationed in the Amphitheater because Yuuto sees the Pack as the problem crew (jokes on her when the Disciples turn). Mason actively ignores her presence, and is furious she’s practically baby sitting him and his gang. She doesn’t leave his side by his throne, just leaning against the wall in silence, chain smoking and drinking heavily. He’s convinced she’s gunning for his spot, and then...

One day, Lily starts getting harassed by some of the Pack. Sneering at her that they don’t need a watch dog, they’re surprised Mason hasn’t made her his bitch after that little stunt she pulled in front of everyone, how she’s asking for her death and then one of them decides to challenge her. Mason just quietly watches, intrigued by her not even batting an eye at these guys, one of which is easily a foot taller than her.

He can’t explain the heat in his chest. He’s never felt this, and it’s like an itch he can’t scratch. He realizes he’s holding his breathe as she just silently walks towards the fighting cage and sets her gear to the side (her hat, mask, and jacket). He has pretty much lost interest in the daily fights in the cage, but he can’t lie that his eyes aren’t glued to her. She can’t be serious, right?

And oh boy, his body turns into a furnace as she methodically makes each guy tap out, even picking one up and slamming him to the ground. Good god when she wipes the sweat matted hair from her forehead, and then looks at Mason, their eyes locking, and she just grabs her stuff and bows towards him, a sarcastic curtesy, before leaving the Amphitheater for the night. He wants to follow her, ever part of him is screaming that she is meant to be his. And he realizes then, he may do whatever she asks just to have her.

Eventually... Yuuto demands the bosses help her and Lily take the parks back. You want a park, you have to get your hands dirty. He tries to cage her, pulling his rank as Alpha and people don’t get to say no to him. He definitely ended up with a black eye over that one. With his pride wounded, he tries again, this time tries to make her jealous by opening inviting various female Pack members to his private quarters, but he can’t even be satisfied by them anymore. It’s too hollow. It isn’t her flowing green hair in his hands, it isn’t her mismatched eyes admiring his form, it just... isn’t her.

But, they get separated together in Safari Adventure and have to retreat to the treehouse for a night.

The start of Mason’s desire is watching Lily intently while she’s sniping the Gatorclaws that she can see. The way she holds her breath with each pull of the trigger, her rifle is an extension of her... the dried blood from the initial assault, watching her charge towards death and winning, dodging wildly swinging claws, she even dodged one attack and swung up onto the beast’s back and loaded its head with her desert eagle. He tried his best to be macho and watch her back, but she ended up saving him. So surely... she doesn’t fully hate him?

When it starts pouring down rain and Lily no longer has the visibility to shoot, she undoes her gear and sets up a little nest in the treehouse. She tries to sleep, but she can feel Mason’s eyes burning holes in her figure, and frustrated, walks out into the rain to lean against the balcony, viewing all of Nuka World. Mason can’t take it anymore, seeing her dripping wet, her hair slowly loosing the mud and blood and her vibrant green starts nearly glowing under the moonlight. Her clothes are clinging to her, and his breath is labored as his eyes travel from her head, down her back and lingering on her ass. He HAS to have her. He believes he may truly die if he can’t, and these feelings of needing someone has his mind reeling. He doesn’t just need her for sex, he needs her for everything.

And so... he does the opposite of what he’s tried. He comes up behind her, placing his hands on the railing, caging her once more.... but sighs into her hair. “Kitten..” he purrs into her ear. “Please. I NEED you. I ain’t ever needed anyone but the thought of being here with anyone else...”

She shivers, a completely involuntary action. She wants him but can’t... or can she..? She lightly leans back onto his chest and the sigh that leaves her chest... The pure warmth and comfort that his presence gives is nothing compared to actually being pressed against him. She snaps back to reality and shakes herself out of it and snakes her way to face him. She couldn’t hide the fire lit in her eyes but she gritted out “Oh, the Al-pha~ is begging for once? You have plenty of women prowling your quarters, I’m not a substitute.” She accentuated Alpha, it almost sounded like a purr to his ears. He gripped the railing, the wood protesting the vice grip he had on it. God damn this woman.

The rain had slowly washed away his face paint, and Lily couldn’t take her eyes off his bare face. Her will to deny him was steadily shattering, and then... he slowly lowered himself to his knees, gently pressing his forehead to her exposed stomach. The rain droplets that had settled on her navel did little to cool him, and he nuzzled his nose on the soft skin. “Lily...” he whispered, the hot puff of air causing another shiver. “They aren’t you. No one... no one can give me what I need. I know you hate me but god I need you like I need to fight, to breathe, to live.” He slowly brought his hands around the small of her back and started trailing light kisses along her stomach. He could feel his ears and cheeks burning with a crimson blush, and tried to push that to the back of his mind. He had his mate, he just needed to convince her of the same.

She tried to resist. Let the record know that god she tried to resist. But the last glance at him... knelt before her, his paint gone revealing the most handsome face she had ever seen, god she could stay here memorizing every freckle, mole and scar... his eyes glittered in the moonlight, highlighting that for once, these soft words were genuine. His hair was no longer perfectly coiffed, the loose tendrils hanging over his forehead dripped with the soft rain. She almost felt like it was a foreign act, as she gently reached and cupped his chin. “Mason...” her voice was soft, pleading, a delicate song in the dead of the night, but was the most beautiful word he had ever heard. His groin throbbed at the word, his name... “Say it again...” he murmured, scared that if he said it too loud, he’d wake from this dream.

“Maso-“ she was cut off from him scooping her up, wrapping his arm tightly around her waist and tangling his hand in her hair, pausing just millimeters from her lips. “Tell me yes Kitten. I need to hear it.”

“Mason... yes. Yes yes yes.”

#lily black #mason fallout 4 #OC asks

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soundofseventeen · 5 years ago

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Kiss Me Slowly (Yoon Jeonghan)

Happy birthday @babiesanshine!! Gina, I hope you know we love you very much here and we’re so lucky to call you a friend!!(Thanks to your miscs, I was able to piece together your birthday and I had time to put this together!) Enjoy your day, my love bc it’s all for you!

Inspo

Word count: 2558

Jeonghan at your front door at a quarter past two in the morning rarely meant good news. Well it’s not like it meant bad news either; it was more of you losing sleep because he showed up at an unreasonable hour and left at an even unreasonable hour. But he was an idol with a schedule more hectic than yours, so you were always happy to see him even if it meant getting looks from your nosy neighbors who thought you were lonely just as he was leaving at the crack of the following morning. However, the only thing wrong at the moment besides you needing to be up in a few hours, was the fact that it was pouring outside and he was soaked to the bone.

“Are you even aware of the weather...or the time?” you scolded him when you found a clean towel to dry himself off.

“Yeah,” he nodded, “I feel sorry for everyone who’s out there.” He chuckled, not really caring that he outed himself.

You rolled your eyes. “How was the game show?” you asked, leading him into the kitchen. You opened the fridge and pulled out a beer, which he declined.

“It was fun, but long. And I didn’t feel like staying home yet. So here I am.” He smiled brightly as if he didn’t have any other responsibility except being there with you.

“Don’t you have dance practice tomorrow?” Or later today? You were too tired to make the correction.

“I’ll have you know that- yes.”

“Okay. Go shower.”

“What?”

“Go. Shower.” You took out the remains of your dinner leftovers, and proceeded to heat them up. Jeonghan was still drying his hair and somehow the fluorescents of the kitchen light accentuated his features, making him look angelic. And it’s not that you didn’t like it, but you hated how the makeup artists whitewashed his skin tone and made him look like something he wasn’t. And this Jeonghan scared you sometimes. Sometimes it felt like if you touched him, he’d disappear. The raindrops that he managed to miss slid down his face, exposing the slivers of the real Jeonghan underneath.

“If you get sick, I won’t visit you until you’re better and you know I’ll leave my doors locked.” Which was true. The germaphobe in you rarely let you do anything when your friends were sick.

“I know,” he chuckled. “Do you have clothes for me?”

“I’ll throw them into my dryer so they’re warm. And I’m reheating some food so you’re gonna eat and you’re staying here so don’t even bother arguing.”

He left once you promised to leave some dry towels in your room as well and you went about your business, seeing that it’d be a couple of hours until sleep could grace you with her presence again. You rummaged through your cupboard and cabinets until you found what you were looking for. You took out a small pot and filled it with water, placing it on the stove next to dinner and proceeded to look for some of Jeonghan’s clothes that you swore he left sometime during his last visit, which proved to be challenging.

You had met Jeonghan sometime in his predebut days when you had already established a secure future for yourself but it had amazed you that he rarely spent nights with you when you became friends, only staying when it was too late or too ugly outside. (He had enough common sense to know when to leave but he was human and forgot from time to time.)

Either way you invested in a pull out couch in your living room which you fixed up for him once you found old pj's and threw them into the dryer along with another towel. (You would’ve given him the spare bedroom but you turned that into your personal library and office room.) And once you heard the water shut off, you ran to the dryer and took out everything and placed them in your bedroom. No way you were gonna walk in on him when he wasn’t decent.

“Han?” you knocked on the bathroom door gently, “I’m leaving your towel hanging on the knob and you can get dressed in my room. The food’s almost ready too.”

His muffled, “Thank you,” sounded and you walked back to the kitchen in time to see the food hot enough to consume.

You lowered the temperature of the near boiling water so it wouldn’t be ready so quickly. You opened another cupboard and removed a plate before opening the curtain to enjoy the view. Living in the heart of Seoul city wasn’t as bad as you expected it to be. Much like the streets of Los Angeles, it remained busy day in and day out, and if it wasn’t for the mostly soundproof room, you never would’ve considered moving here, but it had become your home rather quickly. The fourteenth floor had the perfect view of everything you loved. Your favorite part of the whole place was the skyline you often ogled, even on a rainy night like now. It seemed cold enough that the condensation fogged up the glass and you shivered when your fingertips touched the window to wipe it away.

You sighed deeply, not sure why nostalgia was hitting you at the moment. It could’ve been the late night or the warmth of the room, but you missed something. A tap on your shoulder brought you back to reality and you remembered that you had a guest and you turned off the stove off.

“Do I get to know what you’re thinking?” Jeonghan asked as softly as the night as you served him a plate.

“I want a tattoo of this skyline.” Which was true. It had been crossing your mind lately to get it somewhere on your body. You wondered why no one ever considered turning it into the eighth wonder of the world. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

You turned around to find him running a towel through his hair, and not a hint of makeup on him. This was your favorite Jeonghan; the one with tan skin kissed under the sun and purple bags under his eyes from not getting enough sleep (well, you didn’t like either but that wasn’t what you meant) with a little bit of acne on his cheek from whenever he had eaten too many peanuts and all the moles and freckles that made him Jeonghan. This was what made him look more human and when you felt better about calling him your friend. You felt more comfortable around him when he wasn’t Seventeen’s angel. But that was the price of having him in your life.

“Then get it,” he shrugged. “I was thinking about getting an eyebrow piercing.” He sat at the table as you came with two plates since you figured he wouldn’t eat if you didn’t.

“Are you really?”

“Nah, that’s not my thing, but Joshua was thinking about a new piercing soon. If you two want, you can set up an appointment soon and then I can tag along.”

You nodded, thinking about it. “We’ll see when we all have time. Do you want something to drink?”

He shook his head. “What time do you have to be at work?” He raised his chopsticks and tasted the noodles, slurping them eagerly when his taste buds agreed with the flavor.

“Doesn’t matter. I don’t think I’ll sleep a lot anymore.” You smiled a little as he inhaled his dinner, not sure how someone could eat so happily.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I should’ve gone straight home, huh?”

It was your turn to shake your head. “No. I always tell you that my house is open to you no matter when.” Also true. You weren’t ungrateful that he wanted to spend time with you instead of going straight to bed like a normal human being, but you couldn’t deny that a head’s up would’ve been nice. “Thank you for coming. It’s always good to see you.”

“I like coming. It always feels like home.” It stayed quiet while you finished your meals, occasionally looking at each other and smiling. “If you’re tired, you can go to sleep. I can clean up,” he offered.

“I’ll be fine. I can always use a sick day if I want to. You should sleep.”

“I’m not tired,” he protested.

You scooted your chair back, a knowing smile on your lips as you stood up to clear the plates. “Figures. I made you some tea to help you.” You brought back a mug. “Here. It’s still hot so be careful.” As predicted, even with his shower, Jeonghan’s hands were cold as you handed him the mug and you accidentally brushed fingers. “Are you cold? I can turn on the heater.”

“I’m fine,” he smiled as he stood up and decided to go to his comfy pull out bed. “Do you have an extra charger I can borrow?”

You couldn’t help but feel how domestic everything felt which once again you blamed on the late night. He was especially close for comfort and if you reached behind you, you could find his hand and hold it, hold him. But you shook the thought off really quickly. Yoon Jeonghan was a friend, nothing more. You invited him into your room and he sat on your bed patiently while you searched.

Meanwhile, Jeonghan curiously eyed a scrapbook that you left out on the bed and he opened it, revealing bits and pieces of who you were and what crossed your mind. He traced the designs of the washi tape you used, memorizing your handwriting and marveling at how colorful your mind was. He frowned a little when he came across the words in your primary language, frustrated that he couldn’t decipher them.

He didn’t realize how much or rather how little he knew about your home life before you moved here. All he knew was that you moved to escape memories, and Jeonghan didn’t like the fact that he couldn’t tell if the people you were posing with were with friends, family or even fans, but they must’ve been important if you did this.

“Those were the days,” you told him quietly, twirling the charger in your hands. “Sometimes I remember home wasn’t such a bad place.” You pointed to the faces, giving them a name and who they were to you. You turned the pages carefully, revealing everything about your past life, torn between being honest and keeping him on a need to know basis. “You know, when I got engaged, it seemed like I could finally be someone my family could be proud of and I thought I’d be happy.”

“E-Engaged?” He wasn’t sure if he heard you clearly. He frowned, not understanding. “You never told me you were married.” You were so young to begin with; he couldn’t imagine you feeling old enough to go through something so...life changing.

You wanted to scoff, but you held it in. “I wasn’t. He...uh, ran off the day of the wedding.” It was a blow to your ego and to your heart. “He was the one who proposed and made sure we had everything to go.” You took a deep breath. “When I got a hold of him, he was just leaving the airport in Taiwan. That was the last time I ever heard from him.”

“But you...you seem so...and you’re just so...how? Why?”

“I guess I’ll never know,” you said a little too bitterly. “I was so angry, so embarrassed, so hurt. Everywhere I turned, I heard the whispers and felt the pity. God, it was too much. And one day, I just packed my shit and left and didn’t tell anyone.”

At that he chuckled a little, his hand tentatively reaching for your hair and touching it carefully. “It must’ve been a shock when they turned on the TV or went on Facebook one day and saw you onstage, huh?”

“At first, I wanted him to remember me, make sure he never forgot who he did this to,” you admitted. “And then, I just stopped caring. Doing this now, it’s only for me.” You stayed quiet, refusing to not tell him that once you met him and saw him (and his friends) trying to achieve his dreams, you forgot about your vengeance...even if you were successful with it. “I’m petty sometimes, I guess.”

“I think I would’ve done the same thing.” Jeonghan stopped talking after that, letting your words absorb into his brain and wrap themselves around his head. In a way, it made sense why you were so private about everything. He hoped that you made peace with the past and were looking for much better things and looking around the room, he could see a little of that. “Is-is your window open?” He asked when he was sure he could hear the rain falling outside. “No wonder it was cold in here!”

“It helps me fall asleep!” You threw one of your pillows at him and opened the curtain to let some of the moonlight seep through. “But if you get sick, I’m sorry.”

“You’re bringing me chicken soup if I do! Man, the boys are gonna kill me if I so much as let out a cough.”

“You’ll be fine,” you assured him. “Just leave Seventeen’s leaders to me.”

Jeonghan picked up his phone from the bed, pressing the power button to check the time. “I guess I should head off to bed. Thanks again for letting me stay the night. I’ll text Joshua.” He got off the bed slowly, thanking you again and silently left the room, shutting the door behind him.

The sadness came out the moment you were alone, but you didn’t do much about it. When the sun would come up in the next few hours, you’d be back to your normal self of living the idol life and belting out the lyrics of your latest single. Tonight though, you curled up under the blankets, hugging your favorite pillow as you tried not to think about anything.

Before you could succumb to the sleep, there was a faint knock on your door. “Yeah?” When he didn’t answer, you sighed and got out of bed to open it. There he stood rubbing his eyes sleepily and you opened the door fully. “What happened Jeonghan?” The moonlight seemed to be the only thing illuminating your place, making him seem ethereal and dreamlike. You couldn’t stop the way your hand went up to cup his cheek. He didn’t disappear like you thought he would, and you were grateful because you didn’t want to be alone.

He sighed at the contact but didn’t say anything, enjoying the moment. He wasn’t sure what this would mean for you in the future but right now, he didn’t want to think about it. His eyes fluttered shut and he leaned in to kiss you. He hoped you wouldn’t run away and shut the door on him, just like he hoped that this was scary for you as it was for him.

He held his breath as you leaned closer. He could taste your lips, enjoying the way your thumb caressed his cheek, overall finding comfort in you.

And then you kissed him slowly.

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Covert Operations - Chapter 128

SYNOPSIS: Jamie has whisked Claire away to a romantic getaway where she can recover from her incarceration at the hands of Jonathon Randall and the Rising Dragons.

Chapter 127 and all other chapters can be found at … https://sablelab.tumblr.com/covertoperations

THANK YOU all for taking the time to read my story and the last chapter where Murtagh took no prisoners at his interrogation. Operations and Madeline should have known better. This man was loyal to Section and even insinuating that he may have been the mole was offensive. Murtagh protects those he loves and his idea will protect his buddy Fergus when he too faces an inquisition in the next chapter that I will post on TUESDAY. I hope you enjoy this chapter that is setting the mood for forthcoming Jamie and Claire chapters.

CHAPTER 128

From the moment Claire walked into the villa she was astounded. Sleek and stylish with laid-back luxury, the white interior gave the dwelling an elegant vibe with touches of rustic wood, ocean-inspired art and sleek, sculptural furnishings. The room was bright and modern, with a free-flowing layout that meandered from living room to dining room to fully equipped kitchen. Claire could just imagine her and Jamie waking up early to watch the swimmers catch their morning waves, have a quick breakfast on the terrace then take a few steps off the decking to the warm sand of the private beach below. It would be heaven, and she couldn’t wait to settle in to this beautiful accommodation … Jamie’s home. From the amazing view to the beautiful soothing music playing in the background, the smell of freshly baked bread and the aroma of coffee to tempt the taste buds which the Heughan’s had kindly organised after their long trip, this house was perfect and a place where she and Jamie could recuperate and recharge their batteries. They both needed such a place of beauty to erase the memories of the past mission and what they both had experienced at the monastery.

Claire also noticed the floor to ceiling windows that framed the magnificent view every which way she looked. However, she noted that the windows were actually fold-away glass walls that enclosed the vista of the water. When opened they would create one seamless indoor-outdoor living space, where the terrace flowed into the open-concept living room. Her initial reaction to the setting of the house was one of wonder but the view from the windows was even more beautiful. As far as the eye could see they had a picture-perfect uninterrupted view of the hinterland and ocean. It took her breath away. It was so scenic and very picturesque and every area of the property appeared to take advantage of the view. Whether it was through the big glass panels of the room she was standing in, or out on the relaxing terrace where they could watch the world go by … this place was their very own utopia for the surroundings looked so peaceful and welcoming.

A sweeping wrap around private deck hugged the outside area and framed a panoramic view of the emerald clear water. In the distance she could see mountains of the various islands that dotted the Whitsundays and marvelled at how different the view was here to her apartment in Hong Kong and the landscape of Victoria Harbour. There was an openness to the vista here that was missing there. All she could see as far as the eye could see was beautiful tranquil water for there were no high-rise buildings hugging the water’s shore. It was remote and had an openness that made her feel one with nature and the surroundings.

The view in the daytime was already incredible, but under the stars in the night sky it would be absolutely brilliant, a truly spectacular and relaxing million-dollar view and one of pure tranquillity as they watched the setting sun sparkling on the water. Just the thought of opening the curtains every morning would be a blessing waking up to the breathtaking wonders. They would have their own private lookout of several islands dotted in between the emerald waters of this hypnotic panorama. This was truly a breathtaking vista; it had the solitude they needed, but it was also everything they required and more. This place was the welcome balm they needed before they would need to return to Section One and the mission to finally capture Sun Yee Lok. They would relish every moment spent in this paradise so far away from Section that they could forget everything and live, laugh, love and heal.

Claire was sure she would absolutely adore this perfect little escape from reality and would never want to leave the house. She could picture her and Jamie becoming domesticated in his home and the thought of making love under the stars or on the private beach certainly conjured up memories of their time spent on Lamma Island. But being here was totally different. The colours of the water, and the vivid greenery coupled with the fresh air and openness was already making her feel at home. This place made her feel safe and Claire was lost for words about the beauty. She just knew this was the place, for it had a serenity and calming space conducive to lull them into relaxation, while the spectacular beauty of the Whitsundays made her feel a million miles away from the reality of Section One.

This setting had a wonderful ambience to it that made her feel as if she really belonged here with Jamie and Claire could picture her time in this location as being memorable. Together they could watch the world go by in their very own Shangri-La. The absolute privacy with a special brand of quiet and serenity was just the medicine they both needed. This setting was as far away from the memories of their incarceration and life at Section as they could get and Claire was overcome with emotion at the thought that Jamie had brought her to Australia but more importantly that he owned this property and had brought them both here to convalescence. Her heart burst with the love she felt for this wonderful man who had pulled out all stops to bring her to this magical paradise.

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The main living room was bright and cheery with a modern design that was fresh and indicative of a dwelling that was low maintenance. The room was open plan and the floor to ceiling windows that covered one wall accentuated the open spaciousness of the room by providing all the natural light the filtered into the room. Modern furniture was spaced around the room to take advantage of the view and there were large rugs on the floor under the coffee table and in front of a stylish, contemporary wood fireplace. Claire loved everything about it and could certainly visualize herself staying here for the next fourteen days and shutting out the world they inhabited at Section One.

The free-standing fireplace situated in the corner of the room would provide a powerful, efficient heating solution for those nights when it turned chilly because even in the sub tropics the weather could turn cold. Claire could picture the two of them making love before the hearth as the heat of the fire burned while their bodies burned for each other with the heat of seduction. It would certainly be very cozy in here when the wood was ablaze. She wondered if they would cuddle up on the couch sipping whisky by the fire as the twinkling stars sparkled in the night sky. That thought brought a smile to her face as she knew that they would indeed experience that scenario.

Claire couldn’t hide her excitement and glancing over at Jamie she noticed the broad smile that bowed his mouth. He gave her a piercing look realising that he had made the right decision coming here. He was glad that he had brought his Sassenach here to this sanctuary as far away from Section as possible. However, the smouldering look in his eyes as they caressed her face sent chills of anticipation racing through Claire’s body. She felt a rush of blood to her cheeks and she couldn’t look away as James Fraser’s stare seemed to burn through her very flesh. Biting her lip, butterflies suddenly fluttered in the pit of her stomach at the thought of the two of making love in every room of this house. Piercing blue eyes were caressing and undressing her at the same time as if he too had imagined the scenarios that had danced through her mind. Jamie had that look that said … Be patient Sassenach … It will happen … and she couldn’t stop the thumping of her heart pounding in her chest

His thoughts too were of a similar vein.

And now, here they were in this house he had purchased from the Heughans. They would live a normal life as a couple if only for two weeks but in that time, he knew that his Claire would recover her strength and with his help be able to eradicate her memories of what had happened to her. He knew too that he would heal as well and together they would gain back the lightness in each other’s psyche that had been damaged at the monastery. They would make memories here to last them forever; they’d unwind, relax and recover in body, mind and soul and … they would make love where and whenever they wanted.

Suddenly feeling a little shy, Claire averted her gaze hoping that Jamie hadn’t seen her reaction for she was having thumping palpitations all of a sudden and was feeling decidedly nervous but excited at the same time. Apprehensive feelings of actually being alone with this sexy man suddenly surfaced. It was silly to feel this way but this would be their first opportunity of freedom from the world of Section One where every move was monitored and every glance between them was interpreted by their superiors. In this place they could be free to express their emotions without the fear of forever looking over their shoulder.

Trying to calm her nerves and runaway feelings Claire moved over to the panoramic wall of glass windows and peered outside but was suddenly overwhelmed with what she was seeing. The living space had been perfectly designed but as she approached the windows, she noticed the Jacuzzi and infinity pool that seemed to merge in to the horizon. A breath suddenly wedged in her throat as Jamie’s arms unexpectedly wrapped around her waist and drew Claire back against his body. Resting his chin on her head they stood there together admiring the view.

“Are ye happy Sassenach?” he asked as his warm breath caressed her cheek and the warmth of his body seeped into her skin.

“More that I can say … Oh Jamie, thank you my love,” Claire replied as she leaned her head back into the crook of his neck.

Jamie kissed the top of her head as his arms tightened across her stomach. “I’m glad.”

“This is the most wonderful surprise and I just know that we are going to never want to leave this magical place.”

“They have a saying about here Sassenach. Beautiful one day … perfect the next.”

“How true. It must be so lovely here in the summer with the sunshine glistening on the water and the sunset’s magical colours in the night sky,” she replied voicing her opinions.

“Well I’m sure ‘tis like that all year-round mo ghràidh. We have fourteen days to see if that is so.”

“Have you ever been here before on your downtime Jamie?” She asked a little apprehensively in two minds as to what his reply might be despite his previous answer.

There were so many questions and feelings that ran through her mind. She wanted to know, but wasn’t sure if she would want to hear the answers just in case, she didn’t like Jamie’s replies. How long had he owned this property? Had he purchased it before she had been recruited to Section One? Had he ever taken others to this place of tranquillity? Why had he decided to come here of all places? And why bring her?

The likelihood of getting downtime away from Section was rare, but even their top operative James Fraser needed somewhere to ease the burden of their lifestyle. The outside world couldn’t hazard a guess as to the life they led and they wouldn’t want to know about the danger he and other operatives constantly faced on missions. Perhaps this place was his refuge … his safe haven but one that he’d never utilised … until now. Perhaps he’d never had a reason to come here before and now he did. Oh, dear god, she hoped that was the answer!

“No Sassenach … this is the first time.”

Claire gave him a shy glance over her shoulder as her secret thoughts had just materialised. “Oh … I’m glad,” was her spontaneous reply that held a multitude of meaning behind those few words.

Ever so gently Jamie turned Claire into his arms until she was facing him. Placing his finger under her chin he lovingly lifted it up so that he could see her face but more importantly her eyes. Claire Beauchamp had a glass face so much so that he could read her every countenance. He watched his love’s facial expressions crisscross her face as she looked up at him and he knew exactly what his love was thinking. A little satisfied smirk rose in the corner of his mouth as he observed his Sassenach and the answer she had elicited.

“I’m glad ye’re glad.” His smile was enigmatic but it warmed her heart so very much.

At Jamie’s reply, Claire shyly lowered her head as a blush deepened the colour on her cheeks for his gaze seemed to bore holes into her eyes.

He smiled seeing the rosy blush rise and gave her some respite from his intense scrutiny. “How would ye like to help with something to eat? Ye must be starving mo nighean donn because I am ye ken. The Heughans said in their note that the pantry and the refrigerator have been well stocked, so there is no need for us to get any other supplies for a while.”

However, Jamie’s words had the opposite effect. He had just exacerbated her wayward thoughts with his reply. Claire knew she was in trouble being around this virile man.

Big trouble.

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Jamie noticed her reticence at his proposal to help in the kitchen so suggested that Claire take a look around the home instead. “Why don’t ye go and unpack mo ghràidh and I’ll get us a bite to eat. Oh, and Sassenach, ye should find some suitable warm weather items that ye may like in the wardrobe too.”

His words conjured up what they had said on the Lear jet not knowing of their destination and Claire felt her rosy cheeks turn decidedly redder at his inference to their conversation. However, it was more the clothing optional option that registered in her mind that set her thoughts to picturing that very scenario happening here. However, she gathered her composure and replied to his first statement.

“Yes, I think that would be a good plan Jamie. There is no need for both of us to be in the kitchen and besides I’m not the best of cooks and I might cramp your style.”

Claire gave a little gasp. The only explanation was that she was flustered because of her own wayward thoughts about being naked with Jamie. She suddenly regretted those last couple of words that had left her mouth before she had completed her sentence knowing that he would jump on the inuendo of what she had said.

And he did.

Never taking his eyes from her flushed face and with a gleam in his eye Jamie replied, “Never Sassenach. Ye could never cramp my style.”

His Claire was adorable. He loved teasing her and tipping her off kilter because she had a glass face and he couldn’t resist mocking her as he did. Claire could never disappoint him. She was brave and fearless and this was proven tenfold with her incarceration at the monastery. Claire Beauchamp had a steel rod backbone and she had endurance to withstand the torture she was subjected to by Jonathon Randall. Seeing what she had gone through just broke his heart and made him more determined than ever to find those responsible and atone for what they had done to his Sassenach.

However, at times she did baffle and frustrate him but Claire could always emote the reasons for why she did what she did. It had taken him a while to completely understand her mindset and the sympathy and kindness that filled her heart for those who were persecuted and downtrodden. Claire was fierce in the way she loved and even to this day, he could not fully comprehend why she loved the man he was. He was so grateful that she had seen beyond the veneer and had looked into his soul until she held his heart in the palm of her hand.

Claire allowed him to be whole and encouraged him to express those feelings he had suppressed for so long. He’d thought he was incapable of love until she had shown him how to love and that he was worthy of her love. This remarkable woman gave him permission to surrender to the feelings he had for her, to let go and lose himself in her arms. She had made him a better man despite the life they lived in Section One. She had made him more human but at the same time vulnerable. Although Claire Beauchamp was his weakness, she was also his strength and he would help her to heal in this place of tranquillity. He planned to bring his Sassenach back from the brink of despair and he vowed to see that sparkle in her eyes once more.

On the contrary, his Claire could never cramp his style because she was innate good and he was under her spell and happy to be there.

While these thoughts crossed his mind, Jamie replied, “I’ll let ye off the hook this time Beauchamp. Go unpack and freshen up. I’ll let ye know when dinner is ready.”

“Okay, that sounds like a good plan. I just might do that.”

James Fraser smiled at her retreating back as his love made a hasty retreat from the kitchen.

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It seemed hard to fathom that they had been discharged from Med Lab and now they were here in Australia of all places and as far away from the memories that Hong Kong held. Here in this place they would be able to let the world go by, enjoy each other’s company, relish the privacy of their environment and forget everything and everyone that had hurt them. These two weeks in paradise would be the place where they would live, laugh and love without fear or worry for what had happened to them. They would never forget but they would find themselves again and emerge stronger for going through this together. She felt relaxed and safe here and was so thankful that Jamie had brought her here. This dwelling really was the perfect place for the two of them to be to recover from their past ordeals and to escape the watchful eye of Section One. It was as if Section didn’t exist.

It had been a long day of travelling and both of them were exhausted. Claire was glad that Jamie was preparing a meal because she didn’t think she would have the strength to do so. She was dead on her feet and all she really wanted to do was to curl up and go to sleep on the inviting giant king size bed in the master bedroom. Having placed all of their belongings away and examined the items of summer clothing in the wardrobe including an array of miniscule bikinis, Claire propped up the pillows and lay on the bed. She couldn’t take her eyes off the setting sun that was disappearing behind the mountains. The sight was even more spectacular than she thought it would be and she suddenly felt as one with nature. The warm red and golden rays kissed the water as she watched the sun disappear completely over the horizon until all that was left was the beautiful colours of the sunset that would herald another beautiful day on the morrow. How wonderful it would be to wake up each morning to a new day knowing that it would be the start of a day of healing for both her and Jamie. Claire closed her eyes and soon succumbed to exhaustion.

And that is how James Fraser found his Sleeping Beauty.

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Claire looked so peaceful and free of worries as she lay on the bed curled up like a little butterfly in a chrysalis. Jamie stood by the bed and looked his fill at the woman who had been to hell and back over the past few weeks. His piercing blue gaze swept his Claire from head to toe in the space of a heartbeat. She really was a Sleeping Beauty and all he needed to do was waken her with a lover’s kiss. Resting his hands over her body he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss to her forehead then trailed another down her nose until his tender lips caressed her mouth. Claire stirred at the touch of Jamie’s kiss and slowly opened her eyes to see her love peering down at her with such devotion in his eyes that her heart did a little somersault.

“Wake up my sleepy head … dinner is ready.”

Jamie’s gaze sent delicious shudders down her spine. Claire had to look away and gain some composure for his look always sent her heart a fluttering and this one was particularly poignant. Stretching her hands above her head as well as elongating her legs, she wriggled her toes before replying to Jamie’s wake up call. Still avoiding his eyes, she closed them for a moment then swallowing quickly she softly answered.

“Okay … I’ll … get … up.”

She stumbled over her words and couldn’t really make a coherent sentence for fear that her voice would give her away and allude to the emotions that had fluttered through her brain at Jamie having found her asleep in the master bedroom. She tried to get up but he had her trapped between his arms. Claire managed to cast a look his way only to see that Jamie was quite enjoying seeing her lying on the bed. Passion filled eyes avoided his as she spoke again.

“Have I been asleep long?”

He noticed the darkening pupils in Claire’s eyes but he didn’t tease her although he was sorely tempted to do so just to see his love on the back foot. “Not long Sassenach, but when ye didn’t appear when I called out, I came in search of ye only to find a Sleeping Beauty on the bed.”

Sparkling blue eyes watched her like a hawk waiting for Claire’s reaction and more importantly her answer.

“So, Prince Charming … What’s for dinner?”

Jamie’s voice softened and his words cut to the quick. He held her gaze with a look that curled her toes. “That’s for me to ken and ye to find out. I hope yer hungry Sassenach because I’m feeling quite ravenous.”

“Oh?” Claire replied not quite sure if it was for sustenance or something altogether completely different for his euphemism was telling.

James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser merely smiled enigmatically.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ to be continued on TUESDAY 23rd June with one last Section chapter for a bit, then continuing where we left off here with Jamie and Claire on FRIDAY 26th June

#Jamieandclairefanfic #jamieandclairecrossover #the lallybroch library #outlander fanfic #covert operations #crossover outlander/lfn spies modernau #LFNoutlander #jamieandclaireau #sablelab

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korpuskat · 4 years ago

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Rating: Gen/Teen Word Count: 4,716 Summary: Kylo and the Knights must retrieve a limiter for your Lightsaber. You must oversee the newly reinstated General Hux- but how can you oversee the man who was once your commander? Contains: No serious CWs necessary. New to the series? Start here.

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“We have the crystal, but it needs a limiter. It is on Vincul.” He says, pointing to a diagram in the book you had poured over for weeks. On the flimsi, a faded sketch stares back at you. You know well enough that your saber would need a limiter, that was not the issue. He already knows that. “The raw power of a kyber crystal is not naturally shaped as a lightsaber.”

You move around him and huff, “That doesn’t explain why I have to stay behind. It is my saber we need it for.”

“General Hux is being reinstated.” Kylo does not look at you as he moves about his quarters. He even spare you a look as he brushes you off. “The Supreme Leader wants a Knight to oversee him, to prevent any further unnecessary losses.”

“I’m not a Knight.” You spread your arms out, frustration manifesting. “I’m not even a soldier, I barely got more training than the engineers. I was a translator, I sat at a desk, I don’t know anything about war stratagem. How am I supposed to oversee him when I don’t know what I’m looking for?”

This time, Kylo turns.

You wish he was wearing his mask.

His stare goes cold from across the room, makes your arguments dissolve like bitter medicine on your tongue. Ice settles in your stomach- the sensation of running water over your hand. “Hux will not make any important decisions today-” You swallow, open your mouth to form some protest, but Kylo continues.“And if he does, you have training as a Knight. The Force will guide you.”

He stares you down with the gold-rimmed eyes, the straightness of his back daring you to continue to defy him. There’s no trace of the softness between you in his mind; his meeting with Snoke at the start of the cycle refreshed his carefully held control. How he can push those feelings so far down, you can’t understand. You know well enough they’re still there- itching to come to the surface, yet still buried under Kylo’s overwhelming will, his desire to find his place in the galaxy. There’s no point in arguing with him like this, no point in resisting his command. ”Alright, Kylo.”

You pull on the outer layer to your robes as Kylo puts on his mask. You watch as the mole-dotted face you’d come to love disappears under the anonymous metal. Your face reflects distorted in the chromium rings; you aren’t sure who looks back at you. He stands by the door, the subtle tilt of his mask the only sign he’s waiting for you. What other choice do you have- did you ever have?

In the hallway, officers and troopers alike step aside for Kylo’s storming pace. It takes little to touch one blonde ensign’s mind, to feel the cold terror and deeply hidden curiosity.

You can't blame her. You used to be one of them. Just one of a sea of matching uniforms, watching Kylo cut through the crowds like a dark knife, wondering who exactly was under that mask, if the rumors of his power were true. Now you follow in his wake, trailing through the hallways of the Finalizer. Maskless, you feel exposed- those that had been your shipmates become onlookers, spectators to your ascension to Knighthood. Some of them knew you-

They’d gossiped about Ren, about your relationship. What would they think when he kills you?

The crowd at the lift is already separated, but splits further as a wave of faces turn to look at the Master of the Knights of Ren and you. As they part, you see what had caused them to gather to begin with: on each side of the metal turbolift doors, stands two black-clad Knights. They turn towards you as you approach; Xeni's hands landing on her hips, accentuating the skewed angles of her robes.

Your blood runs hot at the sight of Enki Ren’s skull mask, tension gathers around your shoulders. Unbidden, the first tingle of power manifests at your fingertips. The empty eye sockets don’t even look at you, focused entirely on Kylo. “Is it not wise to leave a trained Knight in control of this ship?”

Your nose wrinkles and you want so badly to be stronger, just to make him wrong.

“Are you questioning me, Enki Ren?” Kylo’s modulated voice makes you shiver, only in part from your last training session. Some part of you is still grateful that he does believe in you- or at least is pretending to. “Do you wish to join your predecessor?”

Any appreciation for him freezes. Any emotion falls from your face as the gears turn. Well-drilled training alone keeps you from projecting: predecessor? Kylo’s mask barely tips towards you, the barest tilt giving any indication he heard you.

Xeni’s mask slides between Kylo’s mask and your face, her shields held so tight you can't make out anything of her emotional response. Her squared mask is unreadable, but just barely angles towards Enki as he speaks again.

Enki Ren doesn’t falter, unphased by the hardly veiled threat. “Of course not, Master Ren.” You want to punch him. To knock that mask off his head and to rip those tentacles right off his face and-

“Then we shall go planetside.” Kylo's gloved hand retrieves your bounty from a hidden pocket in his layered robes. Against the black synthleather, the crystal pulsates, glows a deep magenta from within. “The crystal is... unique. Bonded to my apprentice and usually powerful. A limiter that will accommodate it will be on that planet.”

He hands the crystal to you, but you can barely take your eyes off Enki’s mask. As touch the kyber, your body becomes a circuit; power flowers through you, warm and familiar, makes your skin tingle from your fingertips to your shoulder. Darkness runs through your veins and you push it down, dropping the crystal into your robes.

Bootfalls click across the floor, crisp and pristine- and you don’t even have to brush against his consciousness before you feel the indignation wafting from his mind. “And I assume you have your mystical Force to thank for your intelligence?” Hux's clipped tone is familiar, grounding- you’d hardly seen him since the failure of Starkiller. Imagined repercussions had haunted him- and from all you knew of the Supreme Leader, his survival is as unexpected as his reinstatement.

As carefully guarded as Kylo’s response is, you’re just close enough to feel the irritation roll off him, yet it is Xeni Ren’s Force-voice that answers. “The First Order is founded on mysticism, General Hux.”

Hux flinches, his brow pinching at the strangeness of Xeni’s power. As removed as you are from Kylo's mind, the muscles around your mouth twitch as Kylo's lip twists and lifts at Hux's discomfort.

Any further confrontation is cut short; the platform rises through the transparent tube, black metal shining. The doors slide open and the three Knights of Ren step into the lift. Kylo’s cowl drifts as he turns to face outward- his mask dipping slightly, the only sign you have that he’s looking at you. You swallow and nod, whisper be safe.

The tip of his mask is hardly there, the only sign he's heard you. The doors slide closed, lowering the trio of Knights down to the hangar bay.

“Well then, Knight,” Hux spits, though you can hardly blame him, “we must oversee the bridge.”

“Yes, Sir.” The title bites at your lips, yet Hux hardly notices. You haven’t been a translator in a long time, even as you long for the ease of your previous life.

There’s no going back.

You follow at Hux’s heels; the lift just to the right opens. A handful of officers join you in the lift, greeting Hux with stiff salutes. They each look you over, then give you more space. You keep your eyes set forward, waiting for the indicator for your floor. The red lights click by, your weight shifting as the lift propels upwards- and you take a chance. The barest brush against Hux’s mind has your head spinning; thoughts race through, picking over the dozen things he has to do, a dozen times he prepares for your scrutiny, prepares for how you will try to interfere. A dozen ways he could fail.

You disconnect from him. The doors open, and from memory alone you make your way through sleek dark halls towards the bridge. It's almost how you remember it. It’s been some time since you’d last heard the bustle of techs and officers, seen the doors slide open and looked through the massive, triangular viewports. The last time- The last time the ship had been careening, blood spilling over your face, and Kylo had been--

Your head pangs in memory, aggravated by the increasing distance between you and Kylo Ren. His long time away with Snoke broke the worst of the symptoms of your separation, but you can still feel that strangeness- the empty, meaningless silence where he should be nestled in your skull, strong and dark in the Force- as he drifts further down to the surface of the planet.

Your pace has faltered behind Hux’s and you shuffle to keep up with his brisk steps. The buzz of life, of activity around you is… stronger than before. Like every mind in the room, in the recessed area below- somewhere far away, they’re all speaking, all at once. You brow furrows, you scan the room-

“Distracted already, Lieutenant?” You startle, blink towards Hux. You flush at getting caught and- Incompetent.

A chill passes over you. You had worked so hard to impress Hux- tried to accommodate him and Kylo’s demands, stars, you’d transferred to the Finalizer on his order.

“The bridge feels different.” You say and pretend not to notice the derision in his eyes.

“How astute.” Hux motions towards an array on the port side of the room. “New shield generators were installed.” after Starkiller. The bitterness of his internal voice makes you wince- and catches Hux’s eye.

You nod quickly, “That must be it.”

The machines hum and vibrate beneath your feet, but they quiet when you close your eyes. You decide not to pursue it further.

You settle yourself with circling the bridge, giving Hux enough room to not constantly have his monologue droning on between your ears. All around you lights on panels flash, trained techs move across the controls, keeping the Finalizer just beyond Vincul’s orbit. And there, through the huge viewports, down past the monumental display of gray durasteel, the planet Vincul spins idly.

Its surface is covered in gray, churning storms, hundreds of miles across, hiding the low-built cities below their off-putting dark clouds. You shouldn’t worry, you know- Kylo has seen much worse than a storm, but you can’t help the sense of unease.

“General Hux,” A man salutes- and you hardly recognize him with how heavy and tired his eyes are. Mitaka hesitates and looks at you, the distrust rolls off him without you even having to brush his mind. Though you relate to his confusion on why, exactly, you’re accompanying General Hux, he corrects himself before he can raise Hux’s ire. “The Sector 8 Recon team has returned, they are ready to deliver their report.”

“Thank you, Captain Mitaka.” Hux dismisses him, though Mitaka waits a moment. He watches you, and you wonder what has changed, exactly, that makes Mitaka so uncomfortable now. He salutes Hux again and turns away-

Your fingers flex, your wrist turns- and Mitaka flinches as he walks. He presses a hand to his forehead- -saved me before, but looks like him now…? You break away from him. So long ago you had liked him, thought he was cute. Now what have you gained?

“I assume you’ll be attending this meeting as well.” Hux intones dully. You nod without looking at him. Mitaka walks back towards his post, still rubbing at his temples.

The debriefing room is smaller than expected, a few other officers gathered around a sizable holotable. A woman with dark hair pinned back taps at the controls. The officers already waiting step aside to make room for Hux- and the room quiets as they each, one by one, lift their gazes to look to you. That same unease slips over each mind, the whispers of Who? and where’s Commander Ren?

“Ren’s apprentice will be joining us.” Hux says, before his eyes harden and pointedly look at you. “The Knight is simply here to observe.”

You nod, he’s not… wrong. If Kylo was correct, there was little for you to worry about. This was simply to make sure Hux was still capable of handling his position, nothing actually serious.

You settle into one corner of the room as the pilot taps on the first star system. The map zooms, bringing up the circular display- an orange orb as the central star. “The Bedhal system had no signs of Resistance activity and is classed as low-risk. Karline,” She taps a lush, floral planet, which brings up another section of information. “Is still used for ground-based Stormtrooper training, but there is little other value in the system…”

You turn your attention away from the debriefing, casting a tendril of power out, and out- towards the faint signatures on Vincul’s surface. They’re far enough away the trio of Knights have blended together.

The holo moves back out to the multi-system map. The pilot taps a blue star. “The Scuulo system…”

You close your eyes, exhale slow. Kylo’s training passes over you: Focus. Count the inhale, hold it- feel the pressure in your chest. The life inside you, the power that flows in your veins, the immutable gray, pulsating with every beat of your heart-

And as you exhale, your hand moves of its own accord. The power reaches through the stars. Against the bright planet, teeming with innocent, unaware life, their signatures stand above the rest. They’re all together, in one city, each separated.

You ignore the blue and purples, seeking out Kylo’s comforting darkness. A single probe-

Kylo’s shielding rockets up, makes you recoil-

And his defenses relax. He says nothing, but the ghostly sensation of Kylo’s shoulders untensing makes your back ache. Shame takes you for a moment; you shouldn’t bother him. You both have your assignments… and you miss his presence beside you.

Is it going well? You try.

His hand tightens- dulled by his glove, metal bites into his palm, his fingers curled around something. Your hand mimics his, finding the ridges in your mind until you can picture the tiny cylinder in his grasp.

Something is happening. His Force-voice is dark and serious, the pride in finding the elusive limited negated in seconds. Watch.

Kylo’s shields snap closed- the disconnect so abrupt you gasp aloud, eyes snapping open.

A wave of eyes turn from the holo to stare at you, their emotional responses spitting annoyance, fear, concern- and your heart constricts in your chest. The pilot’s dark brows pinch together, eyes narrowing. Hux sneers-

And none of this is what has your mouth drying, your breath coming short.

The holo has changed. In the light of a blue sun, a planet teems with life, verdant and bathed in blood and green.

“Where is that?” Your voice shakes, hardly more than a whisper.

Hux can barely contain the indignant roll of his eyes, perfect teeth revealed as his lip curls. “Had you bothered paying attention, translator, you’d know it is of low risk.”

Useless, worse than Ren--

Your knuckle ache. Stupid, stupid and ignorant and stubborn- how can he not know? and you won't hide the bite in your voice this time. “Where?”

Hux’s eyes widen, the delicate seaglass wavering, one eyebrow raising in surprise- you'd dare speak against him? Rage replaces it in a snap- Dare to upstage my meeting?

“Varovani.” Heads swivel back towards the pilot again. “It was an outpost for the Empire. It was abandoned after the Battle of Endor, the New Republic never found it as far as we know. The First Order did not see it as tactically advantageous to recover and retrofit it. There's not any signs of Resistance activity in the system.”

A display of the outpost enlarged over the planet, a gray structure long covered in moss and decay- the info panel displaying words you can hardly parse.

“It’s important.” You swallow, “Keep a close watch on it.”

“What? There’s nothing of value there, it never saw any battle or resistance.” Hux spits.

Deep inside something pulls- the perfect, undeniable knowledge, that unwanted gift through the Force. It’s not fair, that orange-red grass had felt so real, the blood warm and wet and sticky-

“It will.” and that drives the knife in. So long fighting to create that future Kylo had seen and this- this is how it ends? Pain arcs through your palms, fingernails cutting to your palms. No. “There will be a battle there and we can’t-” You breath catches, rage boiling just below the surface. “We can’t let the Resistance win.”

Your chest heaves, your ears ringing- and the conference room is silent. Disbelief weighs over the room, omnipresent is the eyes that stare back. Except for one-

“...The RT Stormtrooper platoon has been on standby for a month.” Brigadier General Torosian lifts his chin, ignores the white hot glare from Hux. “An exploratory mission would be cheap enough, and the potential to recover Empire tech would substantially affect the cost/benefit ratio.”

“It’s an absurd fantasy.” The synthleather of Hux’s gloves creak as he motions vaguely. “The Resistance is not interested in Varovani and any tech we find will be thirty years outdated. I won’t approve of any expeditions.”

“Then Commander Ren will overrule you.” You step closer to Hux and his eyes are cold with fury. You would've wilted before him, but you can't afford to back down. You reach deep, think of every time you’ve witnessed Kylo in control- “Do you really want your first act after reinstatement to be overruled by a Knight?”

Hux’s jaw clenches, the muscles flexing under his fair skin. You don’t need to touch Hux’s mind to know how he’s cursing you. “Fine.” He turns on his heel back to Torosian, “A small unit, exploratory only. Focus on possible financial uses.”

Torosian nods sharply, makes a note on his data pad. “Yes, Sir.”

“Have you anything else to report, Captain?”

The woman shakes her head, “No, Sir.”

“Good. Dismissed.” Hux says, but does not move.

The tension in his shoulders only grows as each of his subordinates filters out, one by one. Torosian sneaks a look at you as he walks by, but you don’t bother reading his mind. You’re fairly sure what awaits you as soon as the last officer leaves and you are alone with your ex-commander.

And it is exactly as you expect. Hux turns towards you slowly, his hands held behind his back. The only display of his rage is the pinch of his brow, the tightness of his voice. “Do not ever threaten me in front of my men again. Kylo Ren may see something in you, but you are not a Knight.”

So many times before you had wilted to Hux’s demands. Yearned for his attention- the General in charge who had personally requested your presence on the Finalizer.

“You have not been my commander for a long time, General Hux.” Your voice shakes as you say it, but you must. That time has long passed, there is more on the line than just your commander’s approval. “You are in no position to tell me what I can do.”

His face smooths, his chin tipping up to look down his nose at you. His voice drops low and you can’t stop yourself from shivering. “Then you best prepare yourself to justify this pointless excursion to Leader Snoke.”

Snoke. Hux lingers just long enough to watch your expression falter. His lip pulls up just enough to smirk and you’ve never wanted so badly to slap him. With the reaction he wanted, Hux does not bother waiting for you as he leaves.

You understand now, why Kylo dons his mask.

You catch up to him just as his datapad dings. You don’t need to hear him speak to know what it says, what you missed in your risky outburst: the Force signatures have left the planet.

Hux stops to read the notification, but you stride past him, towards the lifts down to the hangar bay. “Coming, General?”

The scowl directed at the back of your head only makes you smile.

Against the backdrop of stars, the ship drifts, pivoting in place until its long wing extensions retract. Its image shifts, refracts as it passes through the bay shielding. The engines spit as they throttle down, the command shuttle lowering onto its landing gear, the boarding ramp extending. A mechanic, a woman in a gray jumpsuit with long, dark hair tied back rolls her eyes, sighs audibly at the engines' noises.

You know you should restrain yourself, all too aware of the relief you must be projecting, but you can’t quite bring yourself to bother. The clack of boots on metal makes your chest fill, and before you Kylo makes his way down, out of his ship. His cowl trails behind him, robes swaying with each step.

And two other pairs of legs descend the ramp. Every atom in you wants to collapse into Kylo’s arms, but any self-preservation you have left keeps you upright, your face falling into something hopefully neutral.

“I expect your mission was successful.” Hux says, “Because your apprentice has decided to make a mess.”

The chromium lines around Kylo’s visor reflect the stark lighting in the bay as his gaze falls to you. Even with your closeness, Kylo’s scrutiny still makes your stomach churn. In your pocket, you clamp your hand around the crystal, feel the energy flow through your palm. “It’s…”

Enki looms over Kylo’s shoulder, impossibly tall and staring down at you with his ghoulish countenance. You don’t need to be Force sensitive to feel that twisted grin at the mere possibility of your failure. Again, you feel that first curl of power around your fingers- and you direct it inwards. “It’s the green planet. Varovani. A recon team found it,” Kylo’s back straightens, his shoulders going stiff. You glance towards Hux, “and I advised Hux to send a team to investigate it further.”

Hux huffs, “Advised is-”

“So you use First Order resources to accommodate your fears?” Enki rasps, his modulator coming off deep and warbling. He takes a step forward, his heavy robes swaying- that skull mask moving ever closer, “Like a child, running from the inevitable.”

Kylo’s head turns sharply, but your chest is already frozen, suspended between terror and rage. “Enough, Enki.” He does not look to Hux as he continues, “My apprentice is right. This planet is worth investigating.”

Pride fills your chest- even as Hux grinds his teeth. Enki’s mask tilts ever so slowly toward Kylo, the empty eye sockets boring into Kylo’s back.

Xeni steps around them both and smacks Enki’s arm- you gasp. Hux’s eyes go wide. Neither of you breathe- and Xeni’s force-voice cuts through the silence. “Come on, let’s go, Enki. My robes are soaked.”

You can only imagine how Enki’s jaw clenches, but as Xeni continues walking, Enki’s massive shadow follows her.

Kylo’s mask tracks them as his Knights make their way to the turbolifts. Only when their dark robes disappear behind the shining black metal of the lifts’ doors, does Hux release the breath he’d been holding. His shoulders sag for only a moment before he pinches the bridge of his nose with his well-oiled gloves. Only when he’s taken a deep breath does he face Kylo again, “Then I suppose I have passed your inspection?”

And Kylo turns to you. You blink, look between them. Of course. You watched him, it’s your call. Hux knows it, too, yet he pointedly focuses on Kylo’s helmet. In your hands, Hux’s future waits for your decision. Is this how he felt, choosing to reassign you? Does it even occur to him, the power he holds over his inferiors?

Sweat never beads across Hux’s brow, his hands never shake as he waits for your judgement. He can’t hide the anxiety that rolls off his response, the way his heart beats heavy against his ribs. How pointless excursion runs through his thoughts over and over. Yes, you decide, he knows.

“Yes, General Hux commanded the bridge without incident. He is fit to be reinstated.”

Hux’s mind stops in its tracks, takes a moment to resume. He doesn’t know what to say- and settles instead for a single nod. He leaves, still numb, shocked-

“He disagreed with you. Tried to humiliate you.” Kylo’s modulator hisses. “Why?”

You press up against Kylo’s side- the dark fabric is still damp, but his natural warmth has saturated the cloth. You close your eyes, let your guard relax- reaching out to touch Kylo’s mind. He hesitates, but lifts his shields just enough. His presence calms your nerves, the worries of a green planet fading under his supernatural embrace.

“He’s capable.” You decide on. “He hated the Force before Starkiller and still hates it now… It’s honest. He won’t suck up to you.”

“To us.” Kylo corrects. He dives a hand into his pockets. In his gloved palm, a tiny metal structure waits. A shiny tube, threaded with ridges along the ends, the sides cut out, revealing a complicated inner structure. You take it, turn it over in your hands.

He guides you with one hand on the small of your back, leading you towards the lifts.

You don’t respond, hardly pay attention as you step into the elevator. To us. You’re a Knight- or soon will be. You’ll have a lightsaber, you’ll fight alongside Kylo Ren in battles. You’ll be stronger. Strong enough to handle it, to be what Kylo needs you to be. What you need to be.

The crystal in your robes pulses.

The doors open and you follow. You follow. Just barely trailing behind the Master of the Knights’ steps, leading you through the officers’ quarters. He stops before his door- and your heart stutters. The mask tips, his hand hovering over the touchpad.

You’re a Knight, you tell yourself. You can’t keep hiding.

Kylo. He opens the door and steps inside his quarters. He doesn’t move far, already reaching for the releases to his mask. You pursue him, chasing the cowl as it sways behind him.

He doesn’t face you- you don’t give him time. “You’ve killed a Knight before.”

Yes.

Your breath wobbles in your chest, choked up in your throat. You can’t go back. “Tell me.”

Kylo’s shoulders set, every muscle stiffening. Tension floods the room, would’ve suffocated you- and you reach out to him. The pads of your fingers touch the rough-hewn cape-

Kylo turns. The poisonous yellow ring of his eyes settle on you. “Why?” He snatches your wrist in one huge hand and you gasp, “What do you hope to learn?”

You open your mouth, but find no words. Kylo’s gaze pierces through you; heat of anger washes over you, but… Kylo doesn’t resist as you reach for him, splay your fingers over the black ripples of his surcoat. Beneath the anger- it’s something more and the iron will behind Kylo’s eyes waver. You close your eyes, lean into it, find that stream of thought just how you used to--

And it’s anger and impatience and he’s tired and it’s-

“Fear.” Your lips move on their own. “You’re afraid you’ll do it again.” Your rub your thumb over the seam of the surcoat, feel each thread against your skin. Your words catch on your tongue, but Kylo makes no move to answer. “I’ve been afraid so long.” And that yellow fades, Kylo’s long lashes lowering just a touch. You want so badly to touch his cheek, to trace where those moles connect over his face-- “I can’t let it control me anymore. So tell me.”

Kylo stays quiet for a long moment, his emotional response swirling and churning and all at once he nods. “Snow. His name was Snow.”

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Duality At Its Finest - TaeKook Drabble

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A/N: So the behind the scenes video of Black Swan had me dead, mostly because of one Mr. Jeon Jungkook.

Enjoy.

Pairing: Bottom!Taehyung X Top!Jungkook

Rating: M

Words: 6856

Smut, fluff

DISCLAIMER/WARNING(?): In this story, Taehyung kinda has a kink for Jungkook’s tiny waist and he makes reference to how much he loves it. I DO NOT want anyone to think I’m body shaming other body types with this fic, as that is not my intention. All body types are beautiful, Taehyung just specifically has a thing for Jungkook’s waist in this story.

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Bonus gifs before the fic begins -

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Sometimes Taehyung forgot just how much his boyfriend embodied the word duality.

Jungkook was his baby boy more often than not, pouty and adorable when he demanded his hyung’s attention. He liked to steal Taehyung’s sweaters and give the older his mesmerizing little doe eyes to help him get out of trouble when the other inevitably came looking for his missing clothes. The pink that stained Jungkook’s cheeks whenever he got shy (which was a lot when the older was teasing him all the time) was one of Taehyung’s favorite things ever.

The other half of the maknae’s personality, however, the one that only ever showed itself every once in a while...now that was a side of him not many got to see. Taehyung could only describe this side of Jungkook as alpha male. The younger oozed dominance and confidence when he was like this, and his normally flitting eyes pierced into the older and kept him pinned in place. The fans caught glimpses of this Jungkook on stage when the maknae got caught up in the intensity of a song, but they never got to see everything. Not like Taehyung did.

It had been a while since Taehyung had seen that side of his boyfriend, and though he obviously hadn’t forgotten about it, it had settled in the back of his mind like a book on the shelf of his memories.

The filming set for Black Swan was at a closed-down theater in LA. Though it wasn’t that big space-wise, it was grand in the sense that every corner of it was decorated to appear lavish and vintage.

The outfits matched the setting perfectly. One set of white suits, accented with black, for the scene where they were in the dark except for the spotlight shining on them on the stage. The second set consisted of black suits that complimented the decor in the lobby of the theater.

However, Taehyung’s favorite outfits by far were the third set. They were black like the second set, but a little more casual wear than the suits. Now, Taehyung liked his own outfit of wide pants and just a blazer covering his torso, buttoned low, but the reason he really loved this set was because of Jungkook’s outfit.

Simple black trousers that hugged his thighs, a form-fitting turtleneck shirt, and shiny dress shoes. The clothing itself was a sight to behold on the maknae’s body but it was the corset that pulled the whole outfit together - literally.

Taehyung had to calm his twitching dick as he watched from the corner of the dressing room as one of the staff members helped pull the corset tighter around Jungkook’s waist. Each tug at the strings was like a tug on his self-restraint. They didn’t make it too tight on the maknae and Taehyung wasn’t sure if he was happy about that or not. All he really knew was that he couldn’t take his eyes off of the leather-like corset around his waist.

Bangtan as a whole had typically stayed away from heavy eyeliner or dark makeup since their Danger era ended, but they brought it back every now and then. Jungkook sported a light smokey eye that brought even more attention to those chocolate brown eyes that Taehyung swore could hold the universe in them.

The maknae turned in Taehyung’s direction after getting finished up with the stylist and caught his lingering gaze. The older saw a flash of the all too familiar bunny-in-headlights look from Jungkook before it faded into a knowing smirk.

Taehyung had to keep from biting his tongue in shock as Jungkook sauntered his way over to him, confidence oozing from every stride, every intentional sway of his hips. All of a sudden, Taehyung wanted to hide Jungkook away from prying eyes, wanted to keep him all to himself.

“Like what you see, hyung?” Jungkook asked him once he reached him, quiet enough in the busy dressing room that only the two of them could hear it.

“You know I do,” the older countered, trying not to stumble over his words. “This outfit, though...I especially like what I see.”

The maknae grinned and hummed, “I do quite like this corset. I’ve never worn one before, but the tightness actually feels kind of nice.”

“Not to mention that it's doing wonders to show off your amazing waist,” Taehyung added. He couldn’t hold himself back from reaching out with one hand and running the tips of his fingers over the leather-like material wrapped around the younger’s torso.

Taehyung loved and appreciated every part of his boyfriend, but there had always just been something about the younger’s waist that drew him in. Usually hidden by loose clothing, Jungkook’s waist was inexplicably tiny and one of Taehyung’s favorite things to do was wrap his big hands around it and see just how small the maknae looked when they could fit nearly all the way around.

“Maybe I’ll see if I can keep it after the shoot is over,” Jungkook said, nudging the older’s hand away when he saw a few staff members looking their way.

Taehyung opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted by their manager, Sejin, who immediately hurried them all out of the dressing room and towards the final set for the music video.

Apparently, they only had a couple of hours left before everyone was done for the day. When they’re all so used to shooting videos in Korea where they’ll film into the night and sometimes the next day, being in America was strange. As soon as five o’clock in the evening hit, the work day was over.

Keeping his eyes off of Jungkook was always a problem of Taehyung’s, especially when they were performing or filming and the maknae was in his element, his eyes darkened with determination and confidence. He’d learned to be discreet, but hell if it wasn’t difficult to be discreet when Jungkook was looking like this.

The contrast of both graceful and hard hitting movements in the choreography was enchanting and the maknae’s outfit seemed to fit the concept perfectly. Taehyung thanked whoever was out there that muscle memory allowed him to keep up with the dance while he was basically drooling over Jungkook’s alluring performance the whole time. The corset accentuated his tiny waist, and kept drawing the older’s gaze in.

By the time the shoot was finally over, Taehyung was hiding his half-chub and praying that no one noticed anything. While he was a pretty chill and open person, he still felt uncomfortably vulnerable with strangers seeing him aroused. Thankfully the pants he was wearing were both black and loose and along with the large blazer, helped conceal his half-boner fairly well.

While they filmed the wrap up for the behind the scenes episode, Taehyung tried his best to ignore the fact that Jungkook had draped himself over his back, his muscular arms wrapped around his chest. He tried his best to ignore the way the younger’s simple touch added to the growing wildfire in his abdomen.

Taehyung dashed into the dressing room bathroom as soon as the makeup artists had helped him remove most of the makeup and the stylists had handed him a change of clothes. He let out a sigh of relief once he was alone, glad to be away from the crowd of people.

He was just beginning to unbutton his blazer when he heard tapping on the door. One tap, then three in succession, then one more.

Jungkook.

Taehyung couldn’t help the fond smile that played on his lips at the secret code knock the two maknaes had created back during their debut days.

The older reached to unlock the door and then opened it a bit, allowing for Jungkook to slip in with him. The younger’s face had been cleaned of his makeup as well, and Taehyung thought he looked just as stunning. The breakout on the maknae’s chin, the little mole under his lip, the hint of darkness under his eyes - he was nothing but devastatingly gorgeous. His eyes looked bigger now that they’d been cleared of the dark makeup, wide and shining in the way that made Taehyung’s heart beat just a little bit faster.

“Beautiful,” he couldn’t help but mumble.

Jungkook blushed and darted his eyes away, letting out a breathy giggle at the compliment.

“You want to talk about beautiful,” Jungkook began, smile bright on his face. “Have you looked in the mirror lately?”

“Stop. I’m nothing compared to the way you look right now.”

“I don’t know, Tae,” Jungkook put his hands on the older’s shoulder’s and let his gaze follow as they slid slowly down his arms. “You look good no matter what you wear, but there’s something about this all-black ensemble that really gets me. Oh, and with your hair like that,” one of the maknae’s hands moved back up Taehyung’s arm so he could run his fingers the hair at the side of his hyung’s head. “Long, dark, wavy - you look like a handsome demon prince or something.”

“I’ll take that,” Taehyung replied, if only to cover up how shy he felt. “Some of the music video staff were definitely giving us both some looks earlier.”

Jungkook nodded, remembering the feeling of lustful eyes following him. “It’s so strange here, most of them weren’t even trying to hide how they were feeling.” His hands fell to help Taehyung finish unbuttoning his shirt.

“We get looks like that back home too,” Taehyung replied, “But more people there try to hide their sexuality so it’s not always easy to spot.”

Jungkook frowned and hummed as they let the conversation die off. The topic of being open about sexuality hit a little too close to home for both of them but they shook it off.

The blazer was pushed off of Taehyung’s shoulders and fell to the floor in a heap. Somewhere in the back of his mind, the older man knew that he should pick up the clothing and hang it up properly, especially considering the potential price of the item, but unsurprisingly, Jungkook running his hands over his bare chest brought back his entire focus to his boyfriend.

Jungkook’s fingers were tracing lightly over his pecs, brushing against his nipples teasingly as his eyes followed, darkening a little with what Taehyung knew was desire.

His hyung accepted the touch and in response let his arms slither around Jungkook’s waist. The younger was still fully dressed in the outfit that Taehyung loved so much, the corset still snug around his middle. His hands moved like they had their own brain, immediately wrapping tightly to see how close they were to going all the way around his waist. They never went all the way, and they never would, because that would mean Jungkook was unhealthily skinny and Taehyung would die before letting that happen.

Taehyung leaned in and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to Jungkook’s lips, startling the younger out of his admiring of his hyung’s torso.

He melted into the kiss as soon as the split-second shock had passed, responding with the same fervor as his hyung was displaying. His hands slipped back up to Taehyung’s shoulders and settled at the back of his neck, fingers carding through the dark strands of hair at his nape.

They were now able to pull each other fully against each other without limbs getting in the way, and so neither wasted any time getting close and pressing together as much as their bodies would allow. Any closer and they would be one person.

Their heads tilted in practiced synchronization, the new angle allowing them to deepen the kiss. Jungkook teasingly pulled his hyung’s bottom lip between his own and gave it a harsh nip.

Taehyung responded with a groan of pleasure, his hands nearly frantically running up and down the maknae’s sides, from the top of his thighs to his ribs. Then he took control of the kiss and nudged the younger’s pink lips with his tongue.

Jungkook’s lips parted instinctively and he let out a moan of his own as the older man explored his mouth. His grip on Taehyung’s hair tightened to a point that it had to be painful, but they both knew that only added to the older’s pleasure.

“HEY!”

A shout from just outside the door, followed by firm knocking, caused the two to part from each other with jolt and then a sigh.

“You two better not be fucking in there!” Jimin continued, “Jin-hyung made reservations at a restaurant and you’re going to make us late!”

Jungkook rolled his eyes even though the older Busan native couldn’t see him. “We’re just changing, Jimin. Relax.”

Jimin’s responding huff was muffled by the door, “Just changing, my ass! I heard those moans of yours, Jeon Jungkook.”

“Okay, Okay!” Taehyung interrupted, “We’ll be out in three minutes, ChimChim.”

“Three minutes,” Jimin repeated, “A second longer and you’ll get a good butt whopping from me. Yoongi-hyung, too. He’s starving... Anyways, just get going!”

The two maknaes snorted and shook their heads knowingly as they heard Jimin walk away.

“Ah, so that’s why he wants us to get going,” Jungkook chuckled.

Taehyung hummed, amused and fond, “Jimin truly would do anything to make Yoongi-hyung happy.”

“I believe the scientific term for that is whipped,” Jungkook replied, causing them both to let out a laugh.

Jungkook admired his hyung’s adorable, boxy smile as Taehyung continued undressing himself. The maknae followed suit, only to find that he couldn’t undo the corset by himself. “Hyung, can you help me?”

The older looked back up to see Jungkook turned away from him, gesturing blindly to the area where the corset was tied at the back. Taehyung licked his lips and gathered himself before taking a few steps closer and undoing the ties at the back.

They both heard it when Jungkook let out a breath of relief as the corset loosened. Taehyung was again reminded of his aching dick contained only by his boxers, as that was the only article of clothing covering him. At the sound of the younger’s pleased sigh, the teasing, mischievous side of Taehyung took over. He smirked before grabbing hold of the strings and giving them a good, hard tug.

Along with just tightening the corset and suddenly snagging the air from Jungkook’s lungs, this also served to throw him off balance and he started falling backwards. Taehyung was there, of course, to catch him and hold him against his chest.

“Fuck, hyung,” the maknae mewled a little breathlessly, his head thrown back against the older man’s shoulder.

“Oh, did you like that, Kook?” Taehyung teased.

“Y-Yeah, yeah, I did,” Jungkook answered honestly. As he straightened himself up, he pouted, “The stylists said I can’t take the corset home, though.”

Taehyung too frowned a bit, now helping the younger out of said corset properly. He knew better than to keep a whipped Jimin waiting long. “That’s alright, maybe we can order some online for you. So we can play properly.”

Jungkook fought the urge to shiver at his hyung’s words. He instead just nodded as he slipped himself out of his turtleneck shirt and pants. “I’d like that. I’ll take a look later.”

The two of them finished changing into their casual clothes in comfortable silence, just enjoying their time together as they always did.

Once they were finished, they faced each other again. Jungkook was the one to lean in this time and press a brief but loving kiss to his boyfriend’s lips.

“Alright,” Taehyung said, “Let’s get going before both of our small hyungs beat our asses.”

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Over a month had passed since the shooting of the Black Swan music video. As it was going to be a surprise release for ARMY, all the members had to keep quiet about it’s existence. None of them were particularly good at keeping secrets from their fans, but they did their best because they couldn’t wait to read the frantic and hilarious tweets and comments that would no doubt fill social media when it was finally released.

As the seven members sat down to film their own reaction to the final cut of the video just a few minutes before it’s release, Taehyung was half-surprised that he was sat next to Jungkook. The staff often separated them for being too clingy, even though none of them knew about the true nature of their relationship.

Taehyung was immediately mesmerized by Jungkook in every scene, which wasn’t surprising in the slightest. The second youngest found himself biting the inside of his lip as he waited in anticipation to see the maknae appear in that familiar corset.

Jungkook was complimenting Jimin’s dance skills, and though Taehyung stayed quiet through most of it, he had to agree. His fellow ninety-five liner was perfect for the solo dance shots shown in between their group ones. Jimin was even wearing a corset similar to Jungkook’s and looked pretty damn good.

Out of the corner of his eye, Taehyung saw Yoongi lean back in his seat. Because he was sitting pressed up against him, Taehyung also heard every time his breath hitched. Jimin obviously couldn’t hear it as he hadn’t bothered to look away from the screen, and Taehyung honestly wanted to laugh at how stupid those two were being. They both quite clearly liked each other as more than just friends, and yet they refused to believe that the other could feel the same way.

Taehyung’s attention was taken back to the music video when Jungkook finally showed up wearing that fucking corset - the bane of his existence.

The maknae had that familiar, confident look in his eye as he sang his part, and damn did Taehyung feel like Jungkook was staring right into his soul.

The video continued on, and Taehyung realized that he hadn’t once tried to pay attention to his own parts as he maybe should have, too distracted by a certain someone.

Then, Jungkook in his corset was back on the screen. Taehyung watched as the maknae shut his eyes and spread his arms wide, leaning back and allowing himself to dangle over the balcony of the theater as the camera followed, playing with the speed of the clip. Jungkook’s neck was bared, his body splayed out in a position all too familiar to Taehyung. It reminded him of when he had the maknae underneath him, writhing and glistening with a light sheen of sweat.

Now Taehyung’s breath was the one hitching. He found himself replaying that one part - only a few seconds long - over and over again in his head, even as the video came to a close and the others began chatting about how good it came out. The voices of his members seemed muffled, far away, as Taehyung’s mind chanted Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook. He was lucky to even remember to add some of his own comments for the video.

As the staff cut the camera and everyone went about getting ready for dance practice, Taehyung caught Jungkook gazing at him, a knowing look on his face and a smirk playing on his lips. Perhaps he hadn’t been as good at hiding his arousal as he’d thought.

The next few hours were torturous, filled with Taehyung trying his best not to watch Jungkook while he danced. Every time he caught a glimpse of the maknae, all he could think about was that outfit.

It was later that night that Jungkook pulled Taehyung into his room and pushed him against the door. He was only half-surprised as he was well aware of the fact that they had the next day off.

“Hi, hyung,” the younger said innocently, as if he wasn’t using his strength to keep Taehyung pressed to the door and his hands pinned at his sides. He would have looked more the part too if it wasn’t for the smokey makeup around his eyes.

Though slightly breathless from the sudden movement, Taehyung found himself chuckling, “Hi, Kook.”

Jungkook’s gaze moved down the other’s face, landing on his hyung’s plush lips. Without anymore hesitation, he dove forwards and pressed their mouths together in a hot kiss.

The older man moaned and parted his lips, allowing Jungkook to slip his wandering tongue into his mouth. Taehyung’s hands itched to bury themselves in the maknae’s dark locks, but they were held forcefully at his sides by Jungkook’s firm grip.

Kissing was something that had always come easy to them. Kissing was like cuddling or hugging in their relationship, something that came as naturally as breathing. They could spend hours just kissing each other softly, just enjoying each other’s company.

Not today, though. Both of them could feel the tension in the air between them, both of them knew what they wanted.

“I’ve got a surprise for you,” Jungkook murmured against his lips, reluctant to pull away completely.

Taehyung hummed, “I love surprises.”

Jungkook grinned, “Go lay on the bed, Tae.”

Once he was released from the maknae’s grip, Taehyung wasted no time in doing what the other asked of him. When he settled himself against the pillows, the older man looked up and took notice for the first time the silky maroon robe tied around Jungkook’s body.

The talk about corsets the two of them had over a month ago had been the last time they’d been able to talk about it. Taehyung couldn’t help but hope that Jungkook’s surprise had something to do with that. The maknae had said he was going to look around online.

“Sometimes our busy schedules really piss me off,” Jungkook announced as he walked over the desk in the corner of his room and picked up his phone. He pressed a few buttons and then the beginning notes of a familiar song began to play through the speakers. “I’ve had this set up for you for weeks but I couldn’t find a good time until now.”

It took Taehyung a moment to realize that it was not quite their song Black Swan playing. It was the familiar instrumentals, but they had been remixed with some of the orchestra version and no singing.

Jungkook looked over at him and smiled, “My own remix.” He walked over to the middle of the room and stood there a little shyly. His leg kept twisting in cutely and a light blush stained his cheeks. “Uh, I asked Jiminie to help me with some of the dance. I hope you like it.”

Dance? Jungkook was going to dance for him?

Yeah, Taehyung was officially going to die.

His heart was already picking up speed in his chest as the younger turned around and stood in a simple beginning stance. Even with Jungkook facing the other way, Taehyung could see the change in his demeanor like the flick of a switch.

The maknae’s shoulders straightened with confidence, the shy bunny look from just a moment ago long gone. Taehyung watched, entranced, as Jungkook untied the belt of his robe and slipped the fabric slowly off of his shoulders, revealing some white lace. As the robe fell lower, the older man admired the tanned skin of his boyfriend’s back, covered only in the thin lace that was slowly fading from white to black.

And then came the corset.

Taehyung’s breath hitched in his throat as he took in the black lace corset that started mid-back and slimmed at the waist before branching back out around the younger’s hips. The style was different from the one from their video shoot, this one encasing more of the maknae’s drool-worthy torso and appearing softer in a way than the leather one hadn’t.

The corset stopped at Jungkook’s hip bones and below that he wore matching black lace panties. They fit snugly and showed off a good amount of his wonderful ass. Taehyung bit his lip as his fingers twitched with the urge to grab that firm butt.

Jungkook’s legs were wholly uncovered, long and muscled and there for Taehyung to drool over. He definitely didn’t mind his boyfriend’s preference for smooth, hairless legs either. Not one bit.

Once the robe was discarded to the side completely, Jungkook began his choreography. The maknae gracefully moved his lace-covered arms up and down at his sides, mimicking the motions of a graceful swan.

As the notes in the song picked up, Jungkook spun around to face his hyung straight on. The two of them immediately locked eyes and the younger’s mouth quirked just slightly at the side, smug. The long-sleeved lace top was thin enough that Taehyung could see Jungkook’s dusty nipples and the definition of the muscles in his arms moving beneath his skin. A tease of two of his favorite things.

Jungkook began a routine that looked effortless, a simple contemporary dance that had obvious elements of Jimin’s help in it. Taehyung wasn’t sure whether he wanted to curse or thank his fellow ninety-five liner for assisting his boyfriend in choreographing a seductive dance for him, but it was probably the latter.

As the maknae continued with some intricate floor work that had Taehyung completely enraptured, their eyes never diverted from each other. Jungkook got on his knees and flung his head back, exposing his unmarked neck for the older’s pleasure.

Taehyung wanted nothing more than to mark it up with a beautiful array of purple and pink, wanted to stake his claim so that everyone would know just who Jungkook belonged to. Years of being forced to hide their relationship and having to allow others to flirt with him would do that to a man.

Alas, Taehyung knew they had to maintain their secret, so he would just have to mark up another, more easily covered place on the maknae’s body.

Later, though, because presently Jungkook was on his hands and knees, eyes locked sharply on the other’s own as he crawled over to his hyung like a big cat stalking its prey.

Taehyung’s thighs parted automatically, allowing space for the younger. He was painfully hard at that point, the tent in his sweatpants hiding absolutely nothing from the other.

Jungkook wasted no time in settling himself in the older’s lap, crawling closer still and sliding his legs around Taehyung’s waist. His hands went to the other’s shoulders, his fingers playing with the long dark locks at Taehyung’s nape.

The song came to a close, leaving only the sound of the two of them breathing heavily to echo in the room.

“Did you like my dance, hyung?” the maknae asked after a few moments to catch his breath, his face only a few centimetres away from the older man’s. He would appear to be saying it innocently to anyone else, but Taehyung could see teasing glint in his eye that told him otherwise.

He let out a growl at the younger’s words, his hands moving from Jungkook’s hips to his back, pulling him in closer. “What do you fucking think, baby?”

Jungkook let out a pleased moan when Taehyung shifted and thrusted his hips up. His dick was undoubtedly hard, poking at the maknae’s pantie-covered ass.

“I knew you’d like it,” Jungkook smirked victoriously, letting out a happy giggle. “You can never keep your eyes off of me whenever we have something even remotely sexual in our choreo.”

Taehyung hummed, not denying his words. “Actually, I can’t keep my eyes off of you ever. You have my attention twenty-four seven, love.”

The younger man chuckled at his hyung’s cheesy words, “Good to know.”

“You were amazing, baby,” Taehyung praised, “I love watching you dance, but to have you dance specifically for me? Fuck, you made me so hard.”

Jungkook couldn’t help but squirm at the compliments, blushing and giggling out, “I know, hyung. I can feel you.” Teasingly, he pushed his hips down into Taehyung’s, eliciting a grunt of pleasure from the older as he did so. “Would you like me to help you with that?”

The maknae’s taunting words caused Taehyung’s eyes to narrow and the grip on the younger’s torso to tighten in warning. “I sure hope you do, you caused this after all.”

“Can I fuck you tonight, hyung?” Jungkook asked, kissing and nipping at the older man’s neck as he spoke.

Taehyung made a pleased noise, “I’d love that.”

As Jungkook began kissing at his collarbone, he pushed his hands up and under Taehyung’s shirt. His fingers glided over the softly toned abdomen in admiration and gave a tormenting flick to the older’s nipples.

“Off, hyung,” Jungkook ordered, mouth moving to taste the now exposed and hard nipples.

Taehyung groaned and complied, using one of his hands to all but tear the shirt off of his body, then moving to card through the younger man’s dark locks.

The maknae couldn’t help but grin proudly as he kissed and mouthed his way to the older’s waistband, now face to face with the sizable bulge in the front of his sweatpants. Jungkook palmed at the erection through the fabric, eyes flicking up to Taehyung when the older let out a grunt of pleasure.

A couple quick tugs to the sweatpants and Taehyung got the message to lift his hips, allowing the maknae to slip off the pants easily. Jungkook couldn’t say that he was surprised to see that his hyung hadn’t been wearing any underwear underneath, as the older had habit of doing so.

Taehyung’s hard cock hit his stomach and Jungkook’s eyes followed it hungrily. He didn’t waste any time in grabbing the base of the shaft with one hand and leaning forward to take the head into his mouth at the same time.

“Fuck, Kook!” the older hissed, grip tightening where it was still combing through Jungkook’s hair.

Big doe-like orbs looked up at him as he suckled on the tip, but Taehyung could see the deviousness in the gentle crinkle of skin around the younger’s eyes. Jungkook always had been eager to tease his hyung and watch him fall apart underneath him, especially in this kind of more confident, more dominant headspace.

The pull on the maknae’s hair became more harsh as Jungkook took Taehyung’s cock deeper into his mouth, letting it begin to stretch his throat. Tears rimmed Jungkook’s eyes at the feeling, giving them a pretty sparkle whenever they fluttered open enough for Taehyung to catch his gaze.

There was something about watching the younger man crouched between his legs, still wearing his lingerie and corset, that made all this hotter for Taehyung. Maybe it was something possessive and primal in him that reveled in the fact that he knew no one would ever see Jungkook like this but him. A voice in the back of his head growled, “Mine!”

“So beautiful for me, Kookie,” Taehyung moaned, feeling his hair beginning to stick to his forehead with sweat.

With all the built up tension of the last few months, it wasn’t all that surprising when Taehyung felt himself reaching his orgasm quickly. Before he could warn Jungkook, the younger man pulled himself off of his dick with a lewd pop and leaned up to kiss him.

It was dirty, the way their tongues twined together and their lips clashed messily. Taehyung could taste himself in the maknae’s mouth and didn’t mind it all that much. The part of him that was annoyed at having his release taken away made him nip roughly at the younger’s bottom lip until it was swollen and dark pink.

Jungkook shuffled around while distracting his hyung with kisses, so it took a moment for the older to realize that he’d hastily removed the black lace panties he’d been wearing. The younger man preferred to be clean-shaven everywhere, including the pubic hair at the base of his shaft.

Taehyung admired the smooth skin of Jungkook’s cock and balls with a wandering hand before the younger man gently pushed him back into a laying position.

There was a moment of the bedside drawer rolling open and then shut before Jungkook was back in his vision, a bottle of lube in his hand. “Can I stretch you out, Tae?”

In lieu of a verbal response, Taehyung spread his legs and bent his knees until he was presenting his ass to the younger. He was still panting from Jungkook’s blowjob, and could barely manage to make a sound at all, let alone a coherent sentence. He hoped that the lust and want in his eyes was answer enough.

Jungkook obviously understood the older if his darkening eyes were anything to go by. The younger slicked up his fingers generously with forced patience as he took in the smooth, tan skin of his hyung’s ass. His hands were on him the second he finished, one gripping at one of his ass cheeks and the other going straight for his pink hole.

Taehyung bit at his own lip in attempt to quiet his loud moaning as the younger pressed his middle finger past his rim. Jungkook kept a close eye on his hyung’s responses as he slowly began thrusting in and out of him.

“M-More. I can take more,” Taehyung panted out, finding enough of his voice to be able to speak again.

“Already?” Jungkook quirked a teasing eyebrow, “Have you been touching yourself here since we were last together like this, hyung?”

The true last time they had been together was the beginning of January, and it had been a quick session of Taehyung jerking them both off with one of his hands.

What Jungkook was referring to was back in mid-December, when they’d found a good night to fuck and the maknae wasted no time in doing so, fucking his hyung hard into their hotel room mattress and leaving him in a thoroughly debauched state.

“Yes,” Taehyung replied, trying not to let the shy blush tint his cheeks too much. “Don’t be an ass, you know I have.”

Jungkook hummed as he slid in another finger easily inside his hyung’s hole. They wiggled around and scissored, stretching Taehyung’s walls. The actions were unnecessarily rushed but the truth was that the maknae was getting too turned on to tease the older for much longer anyways.

“Ha-ahhh!” Taehyung nearly came from shock as the younger man pressed in three fingers without warning and curved them upwards to hit that bundle of nerves that made him see stars. “D-Don’t - I’ll come before you can even get in me.”

Though the words weren’t anything different from their usual lewd conversations, it seemed to be the breaking point for the maknae. Jungkook growled and grabbed at Taehyung’s thighs, pushing them further up and into his body to expose his ass even more.

Taehyung reached down between them as the younger crawled closer and lined up Jungkook’s aching cock at his entrance. It took a few pokes before the tip of his dick finally slipped past the rim and entered a few inches. The older man moved to clutch at Jungkook’s shoulders as he slid home, filling him to the hilt with one harsh motion.

Both of them inhaled sharply - Taehyung at the overwhelming feeling of being so full, and Jungkook at the way his hyung’s asshole instantly squeezed around his cock.

“Oh, fuck! You feel so good, love.” Taehyung whined.

Jungkook grit his teeth as he struggled to hold himself back, but he knew he needed to give his hyung time to adjust. “You’re so tight around my cock, baby.” Jungkook groaned.

It didn’t take long before Taehyung wiggled his hips, a signal to the younger man that he could move.

The two of them were very versatile when it came to sex - they liked it both slow and sensual, as well as hard and fast. It all depended on the mood they were in. Today they found themselves somewhere in the middle with rhythm-less movements and alternating strength behind the thrusts.

Taehyung’s hands were ever-wandering, never settling in one place on the younger’s body. In his dark locks, pulling at the strands, or touching his sculpted biceps over the lace. Most of the time, they ended up at the maknae’s sides, just below his ribs. Taehyung felt the stiff fabric of the corset underneath his fingertips, felt how it gently narrowed Jungkook’s waist.

Jungkook was beginning to lose himself in the emotions overcoming him, hips never stopping their harsh motions as he pounded into the older man’s ass. A thin sheen of sweat formed on his forehead now as well, his breath coming in harder pants as that familiar coil in his abdomen tightened.

The maknae looked beautiful above Taehyung, dressed in his lingerie and fucking the older man like his life depended on it. The way his mouth parted and his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure was enough to bring Taehyung back to the brink of his orgasm.

“K-Kook,” he choked out, “C-Can’t hold it-”

“Me neither,” Jungkook replied, sounding just as shaky and high on the pleasure as his hyung. He held himself above Taehyung on one arm while the other moved to take Taehyung’s cock into his hand. The touch caused the older man to groan and his hips to stutter where they met Jungkook thrusts. “Come for me, hyung. I’m almost there.”

It only took a few good pumps to Taehyung’s aching dick for him to fall over the edge, gasping out Jungkook’s name and spurting milky cum all over his own stomach and the maknae’s hand.

“A-Ah!” Jungkook couldn’t hold back his loud moan as the older man’s ass squeezed around his cock. His orgasm washed over him, his hips slowly coming to a stop as ropes of his release shot into Taehyung.

The highs of their orgasms slowly faded and Jungkook let his body weight fall completely onto his hyung’s. His face was buried in Taehyung’s neck, inhaling the scent of sweat and Taehyung.

They laid together for a few minutes before reluctantly moving to clean themselves up. Taehyung silently assisted Jungkook in undoing his corset and then finally removing the lingerie he still had on after they entered the en suite and turned on the shower. They were quiet as Jungkook gave his body a quick wash while intermittently pressing kisses to Taehyung’s lips.

“You finish up while I go change the bedding, okay?” his voice was quiet and a little raspy from blowing Taehyung earlier.

The older man hummed and kissed his cheek quickly before he left. Taehyung washed the cum out of his ass and allowed the hot water to wash away the stickiness of his sweat. When he returned to Jungkook’s bedroom dressed in new sweatpants and a t-shirt, he felt clean, warm, and fully sated.

The maknae had just finished up replacing the comforter on the bed and immediately crawled in after Taehyung. Jungkook had opted for sweatpants and no t-shirt, which Taehyung didn’t mind one bit.

Jungkook sidled up beside him and rested his head on the older man’s chest. He looked up at Taehyung with a shy smile on his face, “So...you liked my surprise?”

Seeing the timidness from his boyfriend when he had been dominant and confident just a little while ago, Taehyung realized he would probably never get used to Jungkook’s duality.

With a breathless chuckle, Taehyung reached up to run his hand soothingly through the younger man’s damp hair. “I didn’t like your surprise, Kook,” he corrected, “I loved it. You were amazing.”

Despite the bit of blush that tinted Jungkook’s cheeks, Taehyung could see that he also had a proud grin on his lips. “I wanted to look good for you.”

“You always look good for me,” Taehyung replied. “It was just especially hot to see you like that.”

“Yes,” Jungkook started sarcastically, “Because the dark bags under my eyes and the giant pimple on my cheek right now are so attractive.”

Taehyung hated it when the younger got insecure like this, but he had accepted it as a part of Jungkook a long time ago. Jungkook was always working on it, trying to be confident in himself, and that was all that anyone could ask of him. Taehyung was there with him too, to reinforce positive thoughts.

“They are,” the older man insisted, “They’re part of you, a beautiful angel.”

Jungkook huffed a chuckle and rolled his eyes, “Cheesy.”

“Though sometimes I think you’re not an angel, but a devil.” Taehyung continued, “You’re the epitome of everything I want and you have me wrapped around your finger. It’s like you were sent up from hell just to lure me into sinning.”

“Okay, too much,” Jungkook giggled, “You’re so dramatic sometimes.”

“It’s true, though.”

Jungkook hummed noncommittally, but his eyes were brighter. “I feel the same way about you too, you know. You’re the most beautiful person I have ever met in my life.”

“And you call me dramatic,” Taehyung teased, despite the blush on his own cheeks. “I love you.”

Jungkook smiled, his eyes crinkling adorably at the corners. He looked like a cute little bunny. “I love you too, hyung.”

Taehyung really couldn’t help himself when he leaned forward and pulled the younger by the chin into a kiss.

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A/N: Yikes, this one has been my longest story so far. I guess I was just really inspired by the Black Swan outfits. Also, it took me literally two months to get myself to finish it and the ending kind of got mushy and cute because I was feeling some type of way.

I hope you liked it <3

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