#i miss him and hope he comes back to me soon

[slafastri28]

I Hope You're Doing Well - LN4

Note: I literally pulled this out my ass, but it just flowed!

Word Count: 2.2k (yes that is a lot for me) Warnings: Idk a lot of kissing at the end, little angst

“Hi Lando, it’s Y/N, I hope you’re doing well, I figure you are considering you just won the constructors championship, call me when you want to catch up, I miss you, okay bye,” you hung up the phone. You turned to face your parents along with Lando’s,

“Sorry kid,” your dad said rubbing your shoulder. The four sat you down in the middle of the F1 season telling you their concerns for their son, complaining of being homesick and lonely, which was not Lando at all. You had known each other as long as you could remember. Your parents all went to university together and forced you and Lando into a friendship like parents do with kids. It was awkward at first, but you were very social as a child, and hanging out with a boy a year older than you was cool to you, and if it made your parents happy you would do it. Despite being a year older than you, you were always the same height as Lando growing up. You fit perfectly in his kart, but he never trusted you to drive it. He was always on about traveling in Formula 1 eventually, and he was fine his first couple years but this year was different. 

“It’s alright, I wasn’t expecting an answer,” you gave the parents a half smile. You and Lando had lost touch after the first race of the year, after spending all of the winter together something shifted, but you didn’t know what you did to make him ignore you. You called him at the first sign of concern from his parents, but no answer, his parents even urged him to call you but they were rarely hearing from him as it was. Little did they know he would sit listening to the messages you left all the time thinking about home and being with you. 

Last winter your parents threw a big party, all their friends were there and of course Lando. There was no one else really your age there so you two find yourselves alone in your childhood bedroom sitting and talking. 

“I’m confident this year, we will perform better I know it,” he nodded.

“Well of course you will, and you are going to get that win, I just know it,” you smiled. 

“Yeah I hope, thanks for the belief,” he said.

“What are friends for,” that word friends hit Lando hard. He thought he had made so obvious these past few years about how he felt about you, but he was only a friend to you. The rest of that winter he was not his usual self leaving you questioning, he barely even said goodbye before he left for testing. You sat alone in your apartment finding yourself wanting to pick up the phone and ask him what you did wrong but you accepted he needed space. You soon felt something was missing as he didn’t call you after every race like he did last year, you missed seeing his smile, which you always thought was cute. Now without his constant presence, you discovered your true feelings for Lando. You sent him messages getting responses two days later, he wouldn’t take any of your calls due to being busy, but it was the time you would normally call last year, and you knew what was different. You began to leave messages when his parents went to see him. Each message started and ended the same way. 

“Hi Lando, it’s Y/N, I hope you’re doing well,” and ended with “I miss you,” or something along those lines. After his first win, you called,

“Hi Lan, it’s me, I hope you’re doing well, and celebrating this win, I’m so proud of you, I wish I could have been there, I miss you.” Your calls continued after each win he earned this year, each podium, each race he scored points, even in his worst races you still left messages, none being answered or getting a callback, making you long for him more. The season came to a close and there you were surrounded by the people near and dear to him leaving the same message again.

This winter he had not come back to visit his family yet, meaning you didn’t have that chance to see him in your time off from work. There you sat around the most important people in your life, as one was missing, holding back tears. His mother rushed out of the room picking up her phone and scolding her son in a message. You went to bed that night looking through the scrapbooks your Moms made of the two of you when you were younger, pictures of you hugging, your arms wrapped around each other's shoulders, pictures of you forcing a smile onto his face and him doing the same to you, so many memories. The books continued as the years went on, you at age 15 with a sign at one of his races and him hugging you after, your high school graduation, your college graduation, he was always there. Now this winter here you were alone a year from that night wishing he would come home. 

You woke up the next morning with a voice message lighting up your phone. You were stunned to see the contact picture, you and Lando as little kids. You put in your headphones and hesitated before pressing play on the message.

“Hi Y/N, it’s Lando, I hope you’re doing well, I am doing well, thank you for all your congratulations, I’m sorry I’ve ignored you this season, I will tell you more when I get home tomorrow, I miss you too, see you probably a few hours after you listen to this,” his voice was sincere and you could hear little cracks knowing he was upset. You could feel your heart racing, your mind was spiraling, what could he possibly have to say to me? This is going to be so awkward. What do I even say to him? Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on your door. You quickly fixed your hair before pulling the blanket up over your pajamas hiding any possible embarrassment.

“Hey, sweetheart,” you heard your mom’s voice outside, “can I come in?” 

“Yes, come in,” you put the blanket down, “what is it?” Your Mom looked unusually happy for it being eight in the morning, she must have already had her coffee. 

“Lando’s flight arrives in an hour, and we are all going to surprise him at the airport, I know you’re upset with him, but please maybe it will change things,” her eyes were pleading, and after the message, you knew it would be the right thing to do. You hopped out of bed grabbing your morning coffee before changing. You conveniently lived close to the airport so an hour was plenty of time. As you stood with your two families in the terminal waiting you began to think again, you had seen him on social media, which was easier to bury your feelings, but in real life, you didn’t know what you would do. 

You watched the hallway, seeing several people go by, none were the faces you wanted to see. It had been a few more minutes since you were distracted by your phone, but you chose to look up at the perfect moment.

“Here he comes,” his mom exclaimed. You shoved your phone in your bag immediately, putting on a smile. He dropped his bag greeting first his parents, then your parents, and froze when he got to you. It was like time stopped, and no one else in the airport existed. He stretched out his arms as you rushed into them. He pulled you so close, you felt your feet lift off the ground.

“Oh Y/N, I’m so sorry, I’ve missed you so much,” he began to cry into you.

“Lando, Lando,” you sobbed feeling his warmth. The two of you pulled yourselves together as you made your way out to your cars.

“Why don’t you two ride together, you have some catching up to do,” his mom winked in your direction. The two of you did as you were told riding in the “kids' car” back to his parents’ home. You got home before them leaving you two some time after your silent car ride, both of you trying to keep it together. Once you got to their house, you made your way upstairs to his room. You watched him unpack his things before you noticed the stack of books next to the bed, the same ones you had looked at the night before. Something in your gut told you to open one, and it was right, it struck his attention.

“Wow look at us,” he said joining you sitting on his bed. 

“I know, we were so cute,” you laughed pointing at a picture of you two at Lando’s 9th birthday, you were blowing out his candle with him. 

“Still are,” he said softly, the look in his eyes showed he wanted to continue. You closed the book and took a good look at him, you saw pain in his body language, emotional pain. He was different than the Lando you saw the previous year. 

“Tell me what’s wrong,” you said resting your hand on his shoulder, “what did I do,” you thought back to last year knowing exactly what hurt him. 

“Y/N, hand me the book,” he pointed to the one from your high school years. You handed him the book and he began to frantically flip through it, finding one specific picture. You stared at it, then at him with a faint smile on your lips. 

“The dance,” you nodded looking ashamed. 

“That’s when it started Y/N, and ever since then I have loved you, I thought I made it obvious, but you only saw me as a friend, I couldn’t take it anymore, I was hurt, and didn’t want to waste my time,” his eyes stayed locked on the book. 

“Lan, I feel the same, it took me not having you present constantly to finally realize I have loved you,” you smiled. His eyes picked up from the book,

“All those messages were cries for you to call me so we could have this conversation, I started to think you moved on after the constant lack of response,” you sighed.

“I should have answered all those calls, I should have called back, I should have said something-” you cut him off pressing a kiss to his lips. His hands quickly found your face as yours found his hair, running your fingers through his curls. You both gasped for air after that, your foreheads resting against each other’s. Your hands moved slowly from his hair to his hands which remained on your face. He let go interlocking his fingers with yours as your hands moved to your lap.

“This, this is how it was meant to be,” he smiled, before kissing you once more. 

“So should we tell our parents, who definitely have their suspicions already,” you laughed. 

“Not yet,” he said laying down in his bed and pulling you along with him. You two lay there your head on his chest with your hands locked over your heart. You were at full joy in the moment, a moment that you didn’t know you needed until now. You flipped over laying on top of him. 

“So despite my horrible dancing that night, that’s when you knew,” you laughed running your fingers through his hair again. 

“I wasn’t much better,” he laughed, “despite your clumsiness, you still were beautiful,” he said grinning. You pressed another kiss to his lips as his arms found your back pulling you in tighter. You two continued, intensifying the kiss as you both lay now on your sides. His lips moved from your face, down to your jaw and eventually reached your neck, letting you sigh.

“Kids dinner!” your mom called from outside the door. Lando continued moving back up to your lips. 

“Lan,” you repeated whispering, pushing him away, “come on,” you smiled. 

“Just a few more,” he begged.

“Later,” your eyes showed promise. You fixed your hair in his full-length mirror where he stood behind you wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

“Come on,” you laughed opening the door. You two walked hand in hand downstairs meeting your families in the kitchen. They all turned to face the two of you standing there with intertwined fingers, both with red cheeks. The Dads gave nods of approval to Lando and the Moms squealed gesturing for you to both sit.

“Finally,” his mom clapped as you sat at the table.

“Come on give us a little kiss,” your mom added on. The Dads rolled their eyes but still watched. Lando pulled you in by your neck pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You heard your Dad’s whistle, you shot him a glare after the kiss ended. It was just like old times in the winter when you would have dinners, the conversation flowed naturally as you felt Lando’s smile beaming on his face. This was secretly what you always desired. 

[msmk11]

Darling Boys

James Potter x fem!reader; Harry Potter (son) x reader (mom); James Potter (dad) x Harry Potter (son)

CW: FLUFF; one mention of food

Summary: You’re shocked when your son wants to spend time with you.

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It’s a cold Friday evening and by a rare chance, you have the house entirely to yourself. James is out having drinks with his friends and Harry is over at the Burrow. The silence is a little eerie, but you are also enjoying the peace. You’ve got a glass of wine in hand and a movie on while you’re snuggled up on the couch under the thick wool blanket Molly knitted you for Christmas. You don’t expect either of your boys to be home anytime soon, so you’re surprised when the flames of the fireplace burn green and Harry comes stumbling out. You sit up in your seat, wine sloshing a little in your glass.

“Haz? What’re you doing home so early?”

Your son wipes his feet on the rug- set out for any ash- and shrugs, “felt like calling it an early night.”

Your brows furrow, “hmm, really? Is… everything okay?”

Harry’s eyes widen and he nods, “yeah, Mum, I’m fine, really. Just wanted to be home. Is that okay….?”

You observe your boy’s face for any hint of deception but can’t spot it, “okay, sweetheart. Well you know I’m always glad to have you home.”

He smiles at you and slides his shoes off, leaving them in his already small pile. You don’t think to nag him about it.

His eyes trail to the screen and to you, comfy on the couch, “whatcha doing?”

“Just watching a movie and having some wine. Thinking about ordering a pizza soon. Have you eaten?”

Harry laughs, “I was at the Burrow. Of course I ate. But… can I join you?”

Surprise complicates your features- Harry’s far from a rom-com enthusiast and you were certain he’d gotten too cool to hang out with his old mom. Of course, you don’t say that, happy to take any quality time he gives you.

“Of course, sweetheart.”

You sit up and scooch over on the couch, offering him a place underneath the blanket. He joins you and your heart melts in your chest. You side-eye him one more time and then press play on the movie, a small smile playing across your lips. The two of you watch the movie for a few minutes in silence.

“Mum?”

You look over at Harry, “yes, Haz?”

He fidgets nervously for a second, “uh- can- uhm…” he pauses and sighs before shaking his head, “can I lay with you?”

You think you’re going to die on the spot. Not only does Harry want to spend time with you, he is asking for physical affection, and who are you to deny your baby.

“Sweetheart, yes.”

You hope you play it cool.

You lay back and Harry crawls in between your legs, laying his head on your chest. You wrap your arms around him and kiss his head gently.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

Harry stares up at you with your own eyes, “yes Mum, really. I just… well I just missed you.”

You audibly coo and your son blushes in embarrassment.

“Well, I’m glad to have you here, sweetheart. I love spending time with you.”

He hums and hugs you, “I love you, Mum.”

You run your hands through his hair and his eyes flutter shut. Just like his father.

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

The movie plays on, Harry staying cuddled up to you. He watches the movie for a bit, but your fingers running through his hair sends him to sleep quickly.

An hour later, the front door opens and your husband comes in quietly. He pads into the living room, smiling at you as he sees you cuddled up on the couch watching a movie. James moves to kiss you but freezes when he realizes you’re not alone.

You put your finger to your lips to shush him, eyes trailing down to your son fondly.

James’ eyes soften at the sight, “baby… what’s he doing here? I thought he’d be out still.”

“Said he missed me,” you murmur, voice thick with emotion and joy.

James smiles at you, heart melting at the sight of his two most treasured people so happy and together. He kisses your head and then ruffles Harry’s hair gently.

Harry stirs slightly and you wince, fearful that the moment is over.

“Dad?” Harry croaks softly.

“Hey Haz,” James murmurs, love oozing from every word.

Harry sits up and your heart breaks, sad that your quality time with your son is already over.

“Will you join Mum and I?”

Your heart bursts into a kaleidoscope of butterflies.

“Of course. That’s the best question ever.”

You soon find yourselves in a familiar arrangement- one you hadn’t realized would be gone until suddenly your boy had grown up. James sits against the couch and you’re between his legs, laying against his chest. Harry is between your legs, laying curled up against you. It’s just like it was when he was little, and your eyes swell with happy tears.

“I love you both, my darling boys.”

[boobertronian]

MUAY THAI - PART 2

Nayeon x M/Reader

Continuation of Jihyo’s Chapter

Proofread by @vorrentis, big thanks for some ideations by @authorhjk1

Word counts : 7805 words

All works are fiction

ENJOY !

“Music playing”

Kangnam : “ That’s a wrap! Yayy! Thanks for being here Nayeon and Jihyo! Your voices are a-ma-zing!"

Nayeon: "Ohh you’re very welcome Kangnam-Sunbaenim! We really enjoyed this recording!”

Jihyo: "I hope we can collab again soon!"

Kangnam: "I'm looking forward to that! See you later girls!"

Jihyo and Nayeon walk back to their dressing room

Jihyo : “ whew that was long, at least it’s done for the day”

Nayeon: "Yeah I'm hungry now, I wanna go home and watch Arcane, Kookeu is waiting for me at home too, I miss my little baby”

Jihyo: "Yeah right Unnie, you always miss Kookeu lol. But anyway, come by my house tomorrow, I have something to show you”

Nayeon: "What? It’s weekend! I just wanna lay in bed and sleep! It’s been a while I have a weekend off!”

Jihyo: "Trust me unnie, this “souvenir” of mine won’t let you down hehe”

Nayeon: "Ughhhh, fine, better be something good, if not I'm gonna take your stuffs as compensation!”

Jihyo: "See ya tomorrow unnie, and be one time okay, don’t leave me hanging!"

THE NEXT DAY

DING DONG

.

.

SQUEAK

Jihyo: “Well look who’s finally here, it’s cool, you’re only late for like two hours in a half. What took you so long?"

Nayeon: “I got up late, I accidentally bump myself to Kookeu’s plate, he made a mess, I gotta clean it, then I had to change, eat my food and...“

Jihyo: "Okay okay, sheesh unnie, you’re like a kid sometimes, gotta be more careful with your stuffs, I can’t believe we used to live in the same dorm back then”

Nayeon: "Oh my god MOM, stop nagging and let me in, I got you pizzas, ain’t that enough?"

Jihyo: "Seriously unnie, you’re a handful, come on in, don’t want you to make more noises outside”

Jihyo and Nayeon set up their picnic table and turning on Netflix, Nayeon wants keep binging Arcane but Jihyo wants to watch REAL STEEL, but they end up choosing Transformers instead.

Halfway through the movie, both of them already finished their food, Jihyo is sitting down on the floor while Nayeon is lying on the sofa, but suddenly jihyo pauses the movie and turns to Nayeon.

Nayeon: “Hey? What happened? We’re about to see those Deceptive...whatever those guys name are!”

Jihyo: "You wanna see the “souvenir“ I wanna show you unnie? It’s gonna turn things up a notch hehe.“

Nayeon: "Whatever Jihyo, show it to me quick so I can keep watching fighting robots!"

Jihyo: "Gimme a sec, you’ll love it hehe~”

Jihyo walks fast to her room and pull out her Ipad, and then walks back again to Nayeon where she lazily gets up from the sofa

Nayeon: "Don’t tell me you’re gonna show me that episode of Seobja. I watched it already.”

Jihyo: "Oh no, this is wayyy better than that, just open the video and see for yourself“ Jihyo said while smiling wide.

The clip starts and Nayeon leaned back in the cushion.

Nayeon: "Hey wait a minute, is this some sort of...what is it .. oh yeah Muay Thai training? Why are those guys...half naked? And why are you in the middle of those four?"

Jihyo: "Keep watching unnie.”

Nayeon and Jihyo keep on watching.

The clips recorded Jihyo’s entire “training” with the four guys, each of them fucking her holes out while Nayeon gasping, her hearts beating fast each second seeing Jihyo being ravaged in many positions.

The clip ends with Nayeon, eyes widening, still quite shocked from what she just watched Nayeon: "So...you’re telling me...that delays you told us was a lie? And you got fucked? By all those guys? Even that cameraman?"

Jihyo: "Yep! All my holes were filled! I accidentally kicked the trainer in the nuts and blew him out first for compensation, the other guys joined and yeh, all my holes were wrecked and filled. My body smelled like cum walking out that facility that day, I was goddamn sore too but it was worth it hehe.”

Nayeon: "Isn’t that why you said you’re “extra happy” finishing the filming over there and somewhat “high adrenaline“.

Jihyo: “Yup! Don’t you see, those guys are so buff and high stamina they kept fucking me for rounds lol I didn’t even want them to stop but we had to wrap up and they all K.Oed after that last bit, so I had to leave right after. But I got their numbers.“

Nayeon: "Their numbers?"

Jihyo : “Yeh, I still chat to them once in a while, they’re cool dudes, fuck good, nice personality, so why not hehe. Aren’t you jealous I got to spend time with some buff dudes stretching my holes out? (Giggles)”

Nayeon: "No I'm nottt !! But well yeh I do, I haven’t fucked in a while now, comebacks and all...you make me feel horny !!"

Jihyo: "Oh I know you’re always horny for buff guys, but I don’t think you can handle these ones, you’re so...soft~”

Nayeon: "Excuse me! I can handle dicks okay, you’re not the only one who does workout regularly, I'm tough too ya know! Don’t you see how well maintained I was during comebacks, and I still am okay!”

Jihyo: "Well alright then, you wanna compete? Whoever has a better sex tape gets to pay the other person’s rents for three months! I bet ya won’t even last that long with those guys let alone being fucked in all your holes.”

Nayeon: “Oh yeah? You’re on! Gimme their location and I'll prove you soooo wrong !! You’re gonna regret challenging Im Nayeon for this !!!”

Jihyo: “DEAL!"

LATER THAT NIGHT

Jihyo (texting) “ hey guys what’s up!"

Anurak: "Well isn’t it our “friend” Twice Jihyo! What’s up!"

Chakan: "Are you gonna “ visiting” us again?"

Chalerm: "please?"

Jihyo: "lol no, I have bad news for you. I won’t go there this time, got some schedules coming up “

Anurak: "Oh..ok..”

Chalerm : sad icon

Chakan : crying icon

Jihyo: "But I also have some good news, you know Nayeon right?"

Anurak: "Yes of course! What about her?”

Jihyo: "I gave her your address, she’ll be coming over there around the end of this month”

Chakan: "the IM Nayeon is coming here?"

Chalerm: "Wtf, is it for real? We love her !! Her latest comeback was hot.“

Jihyo: "Ohhh really ???? Well then, I guess I hope you guys will treat her well then hehe”

Anurak: "What do you mean by treat? Like help her practice? For a new show? Or something else?"

Jihyo: ""Something“ else, if you guys know what I mean, and I want you to give her the best “ training session “ you can come up with hehe”

Chakan: "Oh yehhhhhh we will, we’ll “ treat” her very very well for sure “

Chalerm: "We’ll show her some "moves” she’ll never forget”

Jihyo: "lol you horny boys, well then, have funnnnnn”

2 weeks later

Nayeon got off the plane and did her best to call the taxi, finally getting to her hotel.

She dosed off right at the moment her body hits the bed.

3 hours later

Nayeon: "Okay let’s see, this facility isn’t too far I guess, hopefully Jihyo didn’t troll me on this if not I'm gonna wreck her, but first gotta cover myself up, don’t wanna attract too many attention around here.”

Despite the hot weather, Nayeon manages to cover herself enough with a huge sunglasses and dress, calls a taxi and ready to go for the facility.

20 min later

Nayeon: "Oh my god that was longer than I thought, sheesh, in this hot weather I might melt like an ice cream. Thanks for not warning me Jihyo.”

Nayeon slowly walks to the door of the facility and walks up the stairs, suddenly a loud noise startle her.

"BAM” "WHACK” “POW”

“1-2-3 COMBO!"“ KNEE STRIKES!""ELBOW STRIKES!” KICK! ANOTHER KICK!”

Nayeon calms herself a bit, slowly removing her sunglasses, steps onto the mat and accidentally slips on the skipping rope.

"Ouch” - Nayeon blurts out

Anurak, surprised by her voice, stops his other two subordinates : "Excuse me miss? Who are you? Are you here for training sessions ? We’re closing early today so you might have to come back tomorrow. Very sorry about that.”

Nayeon, speaks in a shy voice “ Hi.. uh...my friend...Jihyo, introduced me to the place and said I can give it a try with Muay Thai here...am i...interrupting you?"

Chakan: "Oh no miss, we’re ending our session soon too, so you’re not interrupting “

Chalerm: "Are you a friend of Jihyo? We knew her from her last traveling show. Are you here for that as well?"

Nayeon: "Oh no no! I'm just a visitor, I don’t go here for any show at all, just wanna visit the place since Jihyo talked about it A LOT...I'm Nayeon btw, nice to meet you!"

Anurak: "Ohhhhhhh, you’re Nayeon ???? Like Im Nayeon of Twice??"

Chakan and Chalerm, can’t hide their excitement, speaks out loud in Thai: "She’s here !!"

Nayeon: "I'm sorry I didn’t introduce myself earlier, I only want to go on this trip on my own so I had to...you know .. remain quite secretive a bit!"

Anurak: "Well now you’re here !! We three are your fans and you’re our big bias since the beginning, and we love your recent comebacks !!!”

Nayeon blush, shyly reply: "Well thank you! But since you’re closing doors soon, I guess I have to come back tomorrow then? I'm sorry I was late, quite a long flight and hot weather made me fell asleep “

Anurak: "Oh no no, we will still close the doors, but we can give you some extra time! Anything for our fav Twice member!”

Nayeon: "Oh sweet !! But...I don’t have any gears and such...only my sports clothes...is that ok...“ Anurak: "Oh that won’t be a problem, we have everything here! And we have some spare clean trousers for beginners too! If you buy two get 1 free!"

Nayeon: "Oh okay then! I'm gonna go change myself! See you in a bit !

While Nayeon goes to the lockers, the three fighters whisper in Thai

Anurak: "Fuck, she’s hot! She’s even prettier outside than on youtube!”

Chakan: "Yehhhh coach !!! I nearly got a boner hearing her sweet voice let alone seeing her in gears!”

Chalerm: "What should we do now coach, we’ll just “train” her like how we did it with Jihyo?"

Anurak: "just do that first, and we’ll see how it goes hehe. After all, we have ALL NIGHT with her “

The three giggle while Nayeon walking out, in her sport bra and black trouser, ready for action.

Nayeon then goes through the same training routine like Jihyo, but unlike Jihyo, she’s rather sloppy and a slow learner, and it takes her a while for the basics.

Nayeon :” uh .. coach ? Which leg comes in front ..? Uh .. is it this leg .. or this one ?” Nayeon keeps asking while her body shakes in confusions.

Anurak :” oh left leg in front and right leg behind ! Strong stance ok Nayeon ? Don’t twist your body too much . Yes that’s it , now you’re ready for some punches ?”

Nayeon :” uh .. yes coach ..!”

Anurak :” let’s go ! Gives me the hardest one you can go ! “

But even her strikes are quite weak compared to Jihyo.

WHACK

Anurak : "Harder ! Jab straight to the pad !"

THUMP WHACK THUMP

Nayeon : " omg oww !!"

Anurak : " Time for Knee strikes ! Go now !"

Nayeon : " Ok ok I'm trying !!"

THUMP

Anurak : " Faster ! Don't loose your balance ! One more time !"

THUMP

Nayeon : " omg my knee !"

Anurak : " Now give me your kicks ! "

WHACK

Nayeon, after her kick, slips herself to the ring floor : " ouchhhh!"

Anurak : " You're ok ?"

Nayeon : " uh .... coachhhhh !! It's too hard !! Can we please go ... very light & slow ? My body is still shaking from the punches ... "

Anurak :" oh ok. Well then we'll just go very light next round then. Take 5 and we'll continue !"

Nayeon : " uggghhhh... ok coach ..."

Anurak (thinking) : " Man, she is surely different, this is gonna take a while."

An hour passed by Nayeon (talks while panting): "Hey coach, can we...stop and...call it a day? I think...my entire body...is sore now, I didn’t know...Muay Thai...is this taxing…”

Anurak: "Oh sure, I think you’re already had most of the basics already, but it’s a tough sport! Not everyone can do this! Took us a while to get to this level!"

Nayeon: "Well then...You mind...if i...go to the lockers...i need to...catch my breath...and put on...some salonpas”

Anurak: "Sure Nayeon, we’ll clean up the place and wait for you out here, take your time!"

Chakan ( in thai): "Damn man she’s weak, no wonder Jihyo kept teasing her in our chats”

Chalerm (in thai) : “Yeh dude, not sure if she even last let alone...having that “session” with us, unlike Jihyo”

Anurak (in thai): "You two wait here, I'll go in and check if she needs anything, go clean up the gears and wait for us”

Meanwhile, Nayeon sits down on the bench panting: "Goddamn it Jihyo, you didn’t tell me this thing is that draining, how the fuck am I gonna spend...that other session with those three, my body so sore now I can barely move”

Knock knock

Nayeon: ”who’s there? I'm okay no worries!”

Anurak: "Oh it’s me Anurak, just wanna check if anything okay? May I come in?"

Nayeon: "Oh yeh sure...I'm okay...just sore that’s all.. but I got some water and rested a bit...so I feel a bit better now...but my arms and legs are sore ..”

Anurak: ”oh really? Hmmm? You mind if I check if you have any injuries? Beginners tend to have small injuries that they don’t know yet until the next few days so just wanna make sure? Would you mind if I do that for you?"

Nayeon (thinking): "Oh shit, she’s gonna examine my body, but...oh well...I'm too sore to do anything anw...a checkup won’t hurt...don’t wanna spend the next days with broken limbs “

Nayeon: "Okay, if you say so, please do, and please be gentle, I'm very sore”

Anurak: "Absolutely! Now how about you lay yourself face down on this massage bench and I'll take a look okay?"

Nayeon then lying down on the massage table, face down, relaxing herself, while Anurak taking some plastic gloves to start checking, moving his hands to her back and shoulders

Anurak: "Okay let’s see, shoulders are fine, no sign of injuries, also the traps and back muscles, pretty much tense, but no sign of heavy damage”

Nayeon (thinking): "Whew, at least that part done, but omg his hands are big and rough, but...why do I feel .. good letting him touching me...holy shit .. is this the adrenaline thing Jihyo talks about?"

Anurak, slowly moving his hands down to her pelvis, smoothly checking her lumbar spines, then moves slowly to her hamstrings and butt cheeks, feeling her soft pale skin, down to her calves. He does it slowly like he’s treating a national treasure, moving his hand on her slim frame just to make sure he doesn’t miss anything

Anurak: “Okay so, hamstrings are okay, tense but no tear whatsoever, same with calves, firm .. sorry, tense but no damage, nothing much beside tense muscles, I think this side of yours are FINE Nayeon”

Anurak(thinking) : “Damn fine too, fuck, I might have a huge boner touching her like this, her ass and skin are fuckin hot”

Anurak: “would you mind if I check your front too Nayeon? Would be good if I can touch...i mean check on if there’s any injuries?"

Nayeon: "Oh .. sure...you can touch...i mean check my front too, please”

Nayeon (thinking): "Holy fuck, my heart is racing, only his hands already made me feel like this, shit, no wonder Jihyo let them fuck her all the way, and I'm not gonna lose to her. Fuck, I think I can handle this.”

Nayeon rolls to the front, and Anurak continues with his "Checkup” by moving his hands slowly from her neck lines, and then to her skinny biceps, and lastly, to her meaty thighs. Each parts Anurak takes his time to savor the fairness of her skin while...doing his best to control his huge boner.

Anurak (thinking): "At this rate I might as well fuck her for real, just like how Jihyo did, but I can’t let it be too obvious, gotta stay calm.”

Anurak: "Okay Nayeon, can you lift your legs up and bend your knees? So I can check if you have any tear in your meniscus and such?"

Nayeon: "Okay sure”.

She slowly does it, exposing the curvy underside of her legs, making Anurak’s eyes drooling with lust

Nayeon: "Am I all good? Did I tear anything?”

Anurak, snaps back to his reality: "oh yes.. I mean No, nothing serious Nayeon, you’re only having tense muscles that’s all, no sign of injuries or anything too serious, if you rest up a few days you’ll be good”

Nayeon: "Okay, phew, I thought that training nearly drained the hell out of me, but I'm feeling better hearing that. Thanks Anurak”

But suddenly, Nayeon’s palm, while trying to get up, grab onto something that is both soft and hard at the same time. She turns to her left, her tiny palm is on top of Anurak’s bulge, and it’s getting bigger the more she holds it

Nayeon: "Oh shit, sorry Anurak I didn’t mean to!”

Anurak: "It’s okay Nayeon !! It’s an accident, no need to be shame about it ,it’s not that you INTENTIONALLY touch it”

Nayeon: "What should I do, sheesh my clumsy hands, I'll make it up to you then, this is awkward!”

Nayeon keeps talking while Anurak’s bulge are gettin bigger

Anurak: "Well, there’s this “ exercises “

Nayeon: "Will that help you to, you know, calm down? If so I'm gladly to help, you helped me checking up on my body, it’s my turn to return the favor”

Anurak: "Sure Nayeon, we can start...with you helping me removing my trouser”

Nayeon ( thinking): "Hell yeh, let’s see how big his dick is, I'm dying to see it like forever now” Nayeon and Anurak slowly move to the locker bench, and in one sweep she removed his trousers easily, making his dick pop out, tapping her face a bit, making her giggles cutely

Anurak, using his best to speak calmly: "Okay Nayeon, now what I want you to do is to use your palm and move slowly along my dick, it will "help” me calm down and I will ease up from the bone...tense here.”

Nayeon (thinking): "this guy lol, he thinks idk how to stroke a dick? Ain’t the first time I'm doing this, especially in lockers, alright then, I'm gonna give him the real POP of his life”.

Then, not wasting any time, Nayeon moves her palm slowly along his dick, at first gentle, back and forth, touching his balls along the way, but in time, she picks up the pace, forcefully bobbing her head up & down.

Anurak: “Fuck Nayeon, holy shit, did you try this technique before? Or are you just being a quick learner?”

Nayeon: "Oh I know this technique coach, I already did this MANY times.”

Anurak: "Well then, I guess you...know what to do next? It would help A LOT more.”

Nayeon: "Oh sureeeee, I'll help you eaaaaasseee up your tenseness, you will love itt!!!”

Suddenly, Nayeon, in a quick succession, open her mouth and starts wrapping her sexy lips onto his big cock, moving her head in and out to his crotch, sucking deep strokes to the base of his dicks, deep throating herself while looking up to Anurak’s pleasure filled face

Anurak (thinking ): "Fuck, holy shit she’s good, she’s too good, could be even better than Jihyo, holy fuck I don’t think I'll last long, she’s too good at this”

Nayeon, continues her blows, teasing Anurak by slowly pulling out from his dick, then suck it straight in again. She does it so quickly that Anurak starts to moan out loud in his own language

Anurak: "Fuccck Nayeon, I'm gonna .. I'm gonna cum...can’t hold it much longer...fuckkk ..!!” And in blink of an eye, Anurak pulls out his dick, stroking himself heavily, cumming hard onto Nayeon’s beautiful face, onto her nose, cheeks and onto her opening tongue, leaving huge blobs of cum onto Twice’s center.

Nayeon, taking her fingers and taste the cum on her face: "Oooh, you taste good coach !! I like itttt! Did it help you to ease up your tenseness?"

Anurak, panting hard while dropping his butt straight down to the bench, speaks out: "Yess .. Nayeon .. omg...it’s too good...oh fuck.. you made me cum...very hard...how did...you do that..”

Nayeon: "I have my ways, and I definitely knows it better than Jihyo (laugh out loud)

“Then you wouldn’t mind try it on us too?"

Suddenly a voice coming up, it’s Chakan and Chalerm, standing over the far right lockers, with their hard dicks out in the air, trousers down to their ankles, stroking them hard with their hands

Nayeon: "Wait, you guys were here all this time? When?"

Chalerm: "We were standing here since coach knocked on the door to check you out, we just sneaked in and been staying behind these lockers”

Chakan: "You’re too hot Nayeon, you’re our bias and we‘ve been fanboying you hard since the beginning, seeing you coming through the doors just making us do horny for you! You’re too pretty and too hot in those gears”

Anurak, still panting, but speaks out slowly: "They’re right Nayeon...since the day...jihyo sent us notices .. that you’ll come here...We were too excited...we couldn’t train properly…. We couldn’t resist you...let alone...seeing you in here...training...while wearing those gears...”

Chakan: "Coach is right...we intentionally closing the facility sooner than usual just to let you spending time with us only, we don’t wanna miss this chance”

Nayeon: "So Jihyo already let you know about my flight? And my visit here? So you were just pretending to be surprised all this time without telling me?"

Chalerm: "We’re sorry, it just, you’re a big star and we don’t have time to travel to see you in concert, and we couldn’t spend that much money for front seats, so this might be our only chances seeing you...we’re very sorry we didn’t tell you”

Nayeon, stays quiet for a bit, the atmosphere in the room suddenly getting tense due to it, making the three fighters feeling awkward, but out of the sudden Nayeon giggles and then laugh out loud.

Nayeon: "Oh my gosh guys, you could’ve said it earlier!!! Sheesh, the reason why I got here was because I saw your vid fucking the hell out of jihyo in all her holes, fuck that was hard, I even asked her to let me save that clip so I can touch myself to if, you guys are buff and hot as fuck, definitely my types hehe~”

Anurak: "So you’re saying, you’re kinda knew this all along? But you’re also kinda go with the flow?"

Nayeon: "Duhhh! I was afraid those tense trainings gonna let me waste my time dragging my lazy self here, but then seein your dick and these two dicks making me wayyyyyyy better now !! Don’t you see how I suck your dick? I just wanna compete with Jihyo who’s gonna last and make the best out of this, therefore, don’t hide anything from me anymore got it?"

Chakan: "So...Nayeon .. will you...uh...you know...let us do the “training” with you the way we did with Jihyo?"

Nayeon: "Hell yeah!" I'm here to get fucked, and I won’t leave the place until my holes are FUCKED properly, so yeh, do your best, I'm gonna stay as much as I want to here”

Chalerm: "Wooooaaaaa,fuckk yeahhh””

Nayeon: "But first, you guys have a shower here? I wanna get out of this mess, and it’s fuckin hot, so I'm gonna really need that shower, asap”

Anurak: "Sure! There’s a shower next to the lockers, right on your left, we’ll let you go clean up and...”

Nayeon, cut his words by putting her fingers onto his mouth, smiling widely: "I didn’t say I'll go alone did i? So...don’t you wanna join me?"

All three together: "FUCK YEAH”

Nayeon laugh a bit, and then rises up walking fast towards the shower, intentionally wiggling her ass for the three guys to see, trying to partially do her ABCD dance, albeit more lewd and sexually teasing.

Nayeon then removing her sports bra, turning her head back a bit to blow an air kiss to the guys, taking her left hand to cover her tits, with her fingers making signs for the three to follow.

The three guys, getting too horny, ripping out their clothes and following her straight to the shower, where Nayeon standing there, trousers down to her feet and starting to removing her underpants, showing them her entire naked body, with her fair skin "Decorated “ by the water running all over from head to toes, her round tits showing, her sexy tummy and her pussy lips baring, and her plump cheeks are waiting to be fucked.

The three guys are getting too horny, rip out their clothes and follow her straight to the shower, where Nayeon is standing there, trousers down to her feet and starting to removing her underpants, showing them her entire naked body, with her fair skin "Decorated “ by the water running all over from head to toes, her round tits showing, her sexy tummy and her pussy lips baring, and her plump cheeks are waiting to be fucked.

As Nayeon turns on the the water knob for some cold water, since it helps to ease up the muscle soreness, she turns back, bare all naked in front of the guys, asking them : “The water is quite cold, don’t you guys wanna "Heat “ it up with me? Don’t leave a girl waiting !!”

The three, can’t control their bodies, starting to reach their hands out to Nayeon body, groping her juicy thighs, moving their large palms to her tits and groping them, while some other hands moving along her back, straight to her abs and waist.

Another pair of hands, kneading her plump butt cheeks, while moving down to her soft pussy, somewhat fingering the her entrance, and of course, that tiny anus of her, even with the slippery water their hands don’t seem to have any troubles grabbing her body parts, making Nayeon moans.

Nayeon (thinking): "Omg, their hands are groping me...so good...they’re gonna fuck me hard and I want i...you wait jihyo...I'm gonna drain these guys as hard as you do.. BUT BETTER”

Nayeon then suddenly drops down to her knees, with water keep pouring onto her body, looking at the three hard dicks in front of her and sharing a smile.

With that, she starts using her tiny palms to touch each of the shafts simultaneously, with her fingers moving along the lengths, starting from the tip to the bases of their dicks, and she doesn’t forget grabbing their balls either, making the guys moans with each strokes.

Nayeon, with the best of her abilities, opens her mouth widely and wraps to a dick on her left, sucking it in and out in long strokes, while her hands still massaging the other dicks to get them prepared.

After a few sec, she switches her mouth to the one in the middle, leaving no break time, doing the same thing from the first one, and lastly, the one on the other side. Their dicks are huge, but for Nayeon they are her treats, with her mouth is working tirelessly between the 3 , sucking long strokes and even let herself gagging on them.

Nayeon does her best to mimick Jihyo, not leaving any dicks behind, but since she loves oral sex, she just makes things even lewder, by not simply sucks one dick at a time and alternates between them, but, she opens her mouth as big as she can to suck two at the same time, making the guys shocked to their souls and shouting out: "Woooooaaaa Nayeon, you’re really the best! I...we...we don’t think...we could hold our cum...any longer...!!””

Nayeon, hearing their compliments, pulls out from their dicks and answers right away: "I know I am !! So, are you guys gonna give me, your bias huge loads of cum in her mouth and face or not hehe? I'm waiting!”

The three guys: "Fuckkkk yessss!!”

And with that, they reach their climaxes, starting with Chakan cum straight to Nayeon left cheek and a bit to her hair strands, following by Chalerm on the right side on her cheek and a bit to her forehead, finishing with Anurak going forward to her nose and opening lips

Nayeon, while bare opening her eyes due to the water and the cum, fulfilled her first task of today, even with the water kinda wash away the cum, she doesn’t mind a bit, since, this won’t be the last cum she’ll get for the day.

The three guys helping her standing up, still taking time to recover from their cum.

But then one guy turns Nayeon back to his front, slowly teasing his dick to her pussy.

Nayeon, guessing it’s Anurak ,asking out: "Are you gonna do it? Are you gonna put you big dick inside me?"

Anurak replies: "Yes Nayeon,I'm gonna fuck your beautiful pussy now!”

Nayeon blurts out loudly with no care in the world: "Then what are you guys waiting for?Lunar New Year ???? FUCK ME! RUIN MY HOLES! ALL OF IT! CUM INSIDE AND ON ME AS MUCH AS YOU CAN, I DON’T CARE, I WON’T LET YOU STOP UNTIL YOU FILL ALL MY HOLES AND I'M LEAVING THIS PLACE WITH A CUM FILLED BODY!!!”

Anurak then gives signs for his two men to set up a tripod with Nayeon’s phone, starting to film this entire sinful act that she and the guys will do, per her request.

Then, Anurak, with all his might, starts pounding Nayeon hard from behind, making her from small moans to loud scream, with the cold water pouring down all over the four of them.

Nayeon, in her messy state, screaming out “ HARDER! FUCK THAT PUSSY HARDER!"While trying to lean forward to grab the other two cocks, still stroking while being wrecked by their coach.

Then, Anurak, let Nayeon down to her knees, pushes her head down gently, ass up face down to the floor, put his cock into her hole again and keep on pounding.

Nayeon, feels full of pleasure, screaming out loudly.

Being fucked like this is even better than what she can imagine.

Anurak, getting close to his limit, tensing himself, cum straight into Nayeon’s hole, loudly and proudly.

Slaps her ass a few times, he slowly pulls out, his thick cum flowing out from her vagina, mixing with the water, letting Nayeon stays like this a bit while he backs himself to the wall resting.

Chakan and Chalerm, been waiting for their turns, pull Nayeon up to the middle of the shower place, dragging her slightly so she can walk a bit after the hard pounding.

Then, Chalerm, laying down flat to the watery floor, his dick stands straight up to the ceiling, along with with Chakan, guides Nayeon sits onto his cock, but this time, not into her pussy, straight to her anus, leaving Nayeon eyes rolling out and scream so loud :"FUCKKKKK !!! MY ASS! Fuck my ass !!! Now !!!"

Chakan with his horniness is reaching its peak, kneeling down to his knees, slowly pushes his big dick into her pussy.

At first it was quite hard with the position, but it’s getting easier as Nayeon relaxes herself a bit, and the two guys piston her wildly in tantrum, making Nayeon a mess between the two.

The two cocks keeps on pumping in and out, leaving Nayeon scream her lungs out, while Anurak is standing from the side, taking the camera closely to film their sinful acts together.

Chakan then stuffs his big lengthy dick inside Nayeon’s pussy, taking the advantage of being on top, keeps ramming in hardly, while Chalerm, with his dick inside Nayeon’s asshole, trying his very best to match his partner, moving his hips in and out to feel the warmth of her anus hole.

After a few moments of pumping, they blurt out together: “I’m cumming !!”

Nayeon: "YESS! Cummm in meee !!!!! Fucking fill meee!"

And the two cum straight in her pussy and her anus.

Her holes, tighten up during climax, squirting out and mixing with their juices.When the two fighters both pull out, water just mix everything together into a sinful mess of human fluids, leaking out from Nayeon’s sore holes.

Nayeon, in her messy but watery state, moans out loudly: "Heyyyy, we should continueeee !!! I want to get filled more !!! The water keeps washing away all your cumm leaking out from my holes !!! Keep goinggg, i’m not gonna be weak and losing to Jihyo on this oneeee !!”

Anurak: "Well then Nayeon, we will fuck your holes until we run dry, we will fill you as much as we can! Considering this another training!"

Nayeon, as she’s still sitting butt flat on the shower floor, suddenly being picked up, and the fucking just getting started.

From being pinned to the wall by Anurak, Nayeon is having her entire front being mashed to the walls, pussy being filled and rammed with Anurak’s dick, in and out hardly without any stops. Anurak is also making sure he’s “jabbing” deeply into her tight walls, full of forces and velocity, with his bias moans out his name in between thrusts.

For a moment later, with herself being on all four, Anurak slides in and out of Nayeon’s asshole, while she’s being deep throated by either Chakan or Chalerm in the front, hold on to her head and pump real fast to her mouth, spit-roasting her in cold water.

Being filled like this is exactly what she had in mind even before coming here, as Nayeon is somehow being able to shout out: ”Mppphmm… FUCKKKK… FUCK ME MORE!!! MY HOLES ARE DYING FOR MORE!!!

Even more so, they try to carry her slim frame up, double penetrating her while in the air, with Nayeon is fully panting hard and screaming the highest notes of her entire singing abilities.

Nayeon holds tight to one fighter, her entire body hovers up & down with water is splashing all over her face, while enjoying another dick pokes strongly through her anal hole. Her body doesn’t seem to have any problem with the slippery position, either moving by herself or letting the fighters “jab” straight up her holes.

Her entire vocal is echoing the entire shower room in the most lewd and erotic tone as possible: “FUCKKKKKK !!!! AHRRHRH YESSS !!!! FUCKKKK MEEEE!!!! MY HOLES FEEL SO GOOD!!!“

The three guys, lost count how many times they have spilled their juices inside and all over Nayeon, fucking her all the four surfaces wall in any position they can think of, even at one point their cum are so thick they keep spilling out from her no matter what she does, with Nayeon happily enjoys her fans "Worshiping “ her holes one way or another.

Nayeon’s horniness doesn’t seem to fade at all, but even rise up to a higher level.

Nayeon, somehow still maintains her abilities to collect her thoughts while being fucked, thinking: "Omfg, yess, fuck me you three,...Yess...fuck your beautiful bias hard...ravage my body...I’m winning...yesss...they will keep...fucking me...Until they’re all emptied...fuck...I feel...i feel like their queen now...fuckkk !!!”.

Some few moments later, all three guys, tired and drained all their cum inside Nayeon such, finally putting her down to the shower floor,, all wet and full of cum, sore but filled with orgasm.

The three fighters then walk of the shower, drag their own bodies out to the mat and lie down to it, all naked without any care.

Nayeon then wakes herself up from her entire ordeals, starts cleaning all the mess inside her holes, washes herself out and happily walks out with a towel along her body.

Even after being fucked without mercy inside the shower room, her body, her curves, and her facial expressions are still glowing as ever, making it a challenge to resist her charms.

But suddenly…

BANGGG

BOOM

…the sandbag on the side falls straight to some of the free weights, crashing on some of the equipment and part of the training mirrors, leaving a mess.

The three guys, like having electricity run through their bodies, wake up from their quick naps and ask out loud

"What the fuck was that !???? What the fuck happened?"

They look around, and see Nayeon, with a scared face, both hands are covering her mouth, walks back a bit.

It was Nayeon, in all her clumsiness, leaned onto the damaged sandbag and made the hooks fell off, created all this mess.

The entire room is panicked, with the three guys try their best to lift out the weights and remove the sand from it.

Anurak, in his angry voice, screams out loud: "WTF Nayeon! You should’ve been more careful! This is the last of our equipment here and they ain’t cheap! We’re not as rich as you you know?"

Nayeon, scared to her life, cries out: "I'm .. I'm so sorry…. I didn’t mean...I didn’t mean to .. I .. I didn’t know it was damaged...please...I'm scared...idk what to do...please don’t be angry…"

She’s meekly crying out while her body is shivering

Chakan and Chalerm have to calm down their coach: "Coach, it’s not her fault, we should’ve been more careful too to let her know about that shitty sandbag, it was an accident, look at least the weight are still there and we can replace that part of the mirror, the other equipment, I think we can ask our sponsors for it next month?"

Chakan tries to do his best to calm Anurak while Chalerm holding on to a weakened Nayeon, still crying her hearts out.

Anurak, as he calms down a bit, sit on the bench near there: "Well, sorry I was being sensitive, but it took me a long ass while to get these sponsors and those equipment, I even had to lower my salaries to buy some extra tools, that’s why I'm fucking pissed“

Nayeon, also calms down a bit, walks slowly to Anurak in her meek state: "I...I can...buy you back.. those equipment...I can repay you all that...I have money for those,...I didn’t mean to come here and made this mess...please, it’s a lesson for me to be more careful too...please don’t be angry with me...”

Anurak: "Well.. it’s hard to be angry for long seeing you like this, at least there are some compensations, but we might have to close the facility for a few days to clean up this mess, so there goes part of our salaries”

Nayeon: "I...I can pay for that too .. if you really need it...heck, I can pay your salaries in full month for you three, please .. lemme help, I'm sincerely do wanna make it up for you three .”

Anurak: "Well, that solves another problems, but here’s another thing...I'm angry and we had to do all those extra chores to clean the equipments, we’re all tense again, so...What do you say Nayeon? Any other techniques you wanna show us to?"

Nayeon, suddenly wipes off her tears, her smile is back again, saying it with a rather lewd voice: "Well why don’t you say it earlier? ( giggles) like I said, I'm “sincerely” wanna make it up for you three, any ways you want”

Anurak: ”Alright Nayeon, do it! Show us your last rounds! Take this as penalties for your violations of property damages, let’s get going!"

Nayeon: "right away coach! (Giggles)”.

She then stands straight, throws her towel away, leaving her bare naked again, in front of the mirror for everyone to see, gropes her tits and fingers her pussy to tease the guys.

Chalerm, already knows the signs, sets up the tripod again for another recording, then hurries himself joining the other two as they’re groping Nayeon’s body again, but this is where another fun starts.

Anurak, pulls Nayeon in front of the mirror, describes his rules: “Okay Nayeon, this will be your final lesson and also your penalties, you have to take all three of our dicks, AT THE SAME TIME, while keeping us not cum fast into you, but all over your face and body, got it?"

Nayeon, (pretends to be afraid) : “But coach, it’s too hard for me to hold your cum, let alone all three of you at the same time?"

Anurak: "It’s the rules Nayeon, it’s your challenge and also penalties, you made this mess right? And we already fucked all your holes back there, if you can do this I might really forgive you for your antics, you have to give us three rounds each hole for each of us”

Nayeon (keeps pretending to be afraid): "Okay coach...I'll...do my best.. I already promised...then I will do it!”

Nayeon ( thinking ): "Fuck yeah, that’s it, this IS the main even for today, they will fuck me at the same time while I'm pretending to be this meek self of mine. They’re gonna wreck all my holes, and I'm loving if, fuck, it makes me wanna cum just thinking about it”

Anurak: "Are you ready Nayeon? You’re ready to be stuffed in all your holes at the same time?"

Nayeon (still pretending): "Yes coach!”

Quickly, Chalerm, lays down flat to the floor again, guides Nayeon to face the mirror, then let her sit down straight to his dick in a cowgirl position, slowly pumping in and out of her to warm her up.

Anurak, gets to her back, starts kneading her butt cheeks while his thumb is spreading out her other hole, slowly lining his huge dick into hers.

Nayeon, while already pretty used to double penetrated from their last sessions, still feels so full and enamored with two cocks in her holes, as she’s breathing hard and blurts out "FUCKK”.

While chakan, pushes his dick straight to her mouth, leaving Nayeon finally being stuffed in all ends.

The three of them start moving, like training for their coordination, move in and out of Nayeon’s tight holes.

Nayeon, being stuffed all the way, moans out while keeping her mouth grips on to a cock in her throat.

All three guys are feeling euphoria, fucking their fav bias in all her holes, a dream they could never imagine comes true.

They keep moving hard in tandems, until Anurak gives signs for the other two to switch places, filling Nayeon again for round two with even harder thrusts.

Nayeon (thinking in her messy state) : “ fuck...all three...of them...filling me every holes...I'm full of cocks .. fuck...i need this .. this shit is too good.. I don’t...fuck .. don’t want them to stop at all...I'm feeling so good...can’t describe it...any longer .. I want their cum...so bad”

Round three is starting, with the three guys switch up again, but this time, the hardest they’ve been tonight, pouring their stamina into Twice’s center, all three muscular bodies is really attacking Nayeon’s slim but curvy frame, as if she’s being stuck in a traffic jam.

Nayeon can’t think anymore, just enjoying everything inside and out as her dream of being ravaged by multiple men is now a reality, and even better, being recorded on camera for hours.

Out of the sudden Anurak spills out: "Fuck .. gonna cum...”

Then chakan follows: "Me too.. gonna cum real soon”

And then chalerm: "Me three .. can’t.. hold it...anymore”

Anurak: “ fuck...let’s cum all over her, I wanna see her.. full on cum !!”The three quickly pulls out as they’re all setting Nayeon kneels down on her knees, waiting for the huge blasts of cum preparing for her.

Finally, with Chalerm cumming first, his spurts go straight to her hair, forehead and nose, following with Chakan, streams of cum fly to her cheeks, upper lips, and a bit to her neck.

And lastly, Anurak, spills his huge blast of cum to her mouth, lips, smearing the rest of his cum to her tits, with the other two doing the same.

Afterwards, all three of them just drop their entire bodies down to the mat, leaving a cum-covered Nayeon, all naked, with thick cum covered her entire face, dripping some to her tits, tummy, some on her lower body and to the mat below.

As Nayeon tries her best to remove some of the cum on her face, just barely enough for her to open her eyes, the other three are slowly getting to their sweet dream.

Nayeon, brings out a huge smile then remarks to herself while panting: "Well .. I guess .. this is enough...for my compensations”

A week later…

AT JIHYO’S PLACE

Video playing

"Oh fuckkkk, fuck my pussyyy, fuckkk my asss hard !! Fuckk !!”

Jihyo: "I guess I underestimated you, you really did drained them. Good job.”

Nayeon: "See? They even love me, I'm their bias and they really LOVE me all night, and my holes are just fully filled !!!”

Jihyo: "Well, yeh I get that, but I got fucked by FOUR GUYS and I still can walk around, therefore, I win yooooo!!!”

Nayeon: "What the, who said you win, those three fucked my ALL over their facility, and I even let them have my cum stained naked selfies! I win !!!”

Jihyo: "Nuh uh !! You only had that extra because somehow you got lucky enough they wanted to fuck your holes for compensations!! You were supposed to end at the shower, cheater !!”

Nayeon: "Ain’t no way I'm losing this !!!!!! You’re just jealous because they love fucking me more! I'm their queennn !!!"

Jihyo: "Gosh Unnie!!! You’re just troublesome !!!”

The two of them keep on arguing through the night, bragging about their “ achievements”, without knowing there’s a message appears on Nayeon’s phone.

Message: "Hi Nayeon Unnie, it’s me Karina from Aespa, I heard your stories from Winter, would you mind if we can chat? Thank you so much unnie ”

[sainz100]

2024 Hungarian GP | x (edited)

[sturnsmadl]

the boy next door

contains- mentions of issues with dad, swearing, no use of y/n, mentions of anxiety, extremely light angst, mentions of death (ish)

pairing- player!matt x newgirl!reader

authors note- i wasn't gonna carry this on but i kinda wanted to do a part 2 so here :) im still gonna work on a new series too aswell as mute and boy next door which is gonna be hell on earth but im feeling slightly motivate so yeah! headcannons also coming soon!

requested by anon :)

You watch as he drives off in complete awe, his cars nice and you can tell his family is quite wealthy just looking at all the fancy additions to the outside, you can't even begin to imagine what the inside looks like compared to yours. 

thankfully you don't miss your bus, but you sit in the back corner alone with your headphones in, you think about what happened with your dad and even with matt. 

You're sick of dads behavior but even if you begged he wouldn't even consider how it may be harming you, which honestly made your days feel 10 times more dreadful than they already are. 

once you finally arrive at your new school you look around, just a typical American high school which you see in the movies is your first thought but as soon as you try walk your path is blocked by someone very familiar looking. 

you look up to see the person you were trying to avoid most, matt. 

"You lost newbie?" he smirks at you, and you roll your eyes as you usually do when someone talks to you like you're a kid as if you don't have enough of it back home. 

"no. I haven't even got into the building yet." you sigh as he looks you up and down just like the first time you met on your driveway. 

"Well, cutie-" 

"no." you huff at him as you cut him off before he can even continue. 

"Okay! okay. jeez..chill out a bit. I'm your tour." 

"Are you? or are you just taking that upon yourself to miss a few classes buddy?" 

"you'll see." He walks off, expecting you to follow and you do as much as you hate him, he's your only hope of finding your way to your classes. 

You keep following him as he storms through the halls, saying hi to almost everyone on the way. 

"This is art. it's an optional subject but I'm assuming you've already picked all that shit out?" 

"Yeah... I picked art, history and food tech." 

"Wow. We've got the exact same. who's your math teacher?" 

"Mr... Westwood?" 

"Ah. Yes. its hell in there." He laughs slightly while looking at your timetable in your hands. 

"you're in there?" 

"mhm." 

you sigh and think about how much you hate math already with the added annoyance of matt and his friends on top. 

He takes you around the whole school, forcing you to interact with people you would otherwise rather die than communicate with and he finally takes you to your class later than everybody else. 

"Seriously? now I have to walk in late on my first day?" 

"Problem with that princess?" 

"Don't call me that. and yes." 

"Okay, okay. what you got that anxiety shit people claim to have?" 

You just stare at him before walking off in the opposite direction of your class. 

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[yassbishimvintage]

Where I wanna Be

Warnings: Fluff, Smut

MDNI!

It was a warm afternoon. Kel was going over a script. “Kel?” came Simone’s voice, soft and tentative, breaking through the quiet.

Kelvin looked up from the script he had been studying, his intense focus momentarily disrupted. He softened as soon as he saw her standing in the doorway, her hair loosely tied back and a small, almost shy smile playing on her lips.

“Yeah, babe?” he replied, setting the pages down and giving her his full attention.

She stepped into the room, holding two mugs of tea. “Thought you might need a break,” she said, handing one to him before sitting on the arm of his chair.

Kelvin took the mug, his fingers brushing hers, and smiled. “You always know when to rescue me, don’t you?”

Simone shrugged playfully. “That’s what girlfriends are for. So, what’s got you so deep in thought?”

He chuckled and leaned back, letting her warmth and presence ground him. “Just going over this new role. It’s...intense. But I think it’s going to be worth it.”

“Hmm,” she mused, leaning her head against his. “Well, don’t forget you’re pretty intense yourself. Whatever it is, I know you’ll kill it.”

Her quiet confidence in him brought a soft smile to his face. “Thanks, Sim. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Oh, don’t forget we have dinner with Cleo and Aaron tonight,” Simone reminded him as she sipped her tea.

Kelvin groaned playfully, leaning his head back against the chair. “That’s tonight? Babe, you know I love them, but I was hoping to spend the evening in sweats with you.”

Simone laughed, nudging his shoulder lightly. “Come on, Kel. You know how rare it is for all of us to get together. Plus, Cleo’s been dying to see you and grill you about your next project.”

Kelvin raised an eyebrow. “Grill me? You mean ask ten questions in two minutes and then tell me what I should do instead?”

Simone smirked, shaking her head. “You know that’s just Cleo’s way of showing she cares. Besides, Aaron will back you up. He gets it.”

“True,” Kelvin conceded, his lips curving into a small smile. “Alright, you win. But only if you promise we can have a lazy day tomorrow.”

Simone leaned down, kissing his cheek. “Deal. Now finish up and get ready. We can’t be late—Cleo’s timing us.”

Kelvin laughed, shaking his head. “She really does keep everyone on a schedule, doesn’t she?”

“She’s efficient, that’s all,” Simone said with a wink before disappearing back into the kitchen. “Hurry up, Kel!” she called over her shoulder.

Kelvin chuckled, setting his tea down. “Guess I better start getting ready before she starts timing me too.”

When Kelvin and Simone arrived at the cozy upscale restaurant, they spotted Aaron and Cleo already seated at a corner table. Cleo, ever poised and stylish, was sipping on what looked like a glass of red wine, her grey eyes scanning the menu. Aaron, dressed in a crisp, casual blazer, was leaning back in his chair, sharing a laugh with her over something.

“Fashionably late, huh?” Cleo quipped as Kelvin and Simone approached the table. Her tone was light, but the playful smirk on her face was impossible to miss.

Aaron chuckled, standing to greet them. “You know Cleo’s been timing you since we got here,” he teased, pulling Kelvin into a quick hug before turning to Simone with a warm smile. “Simone, always good to see you.”

“Hey, we’re not that late,” Simone countered with a laugh, hugging Aaron and then Cleo. “Blame Kel. He got caught up in a script.”

Kelvin raised his hands in mock defense. “Hey, I’m here now, aren’t I? Besides, I figured you two would appreciate a little extra time for yourselves.”

Cleo rolled her eyes, but her smile gave her away. “Alright, fine. Sit down before Aaron orders half the menu. He’s been talking about the steak here since we made the reservation.”

Simone and Kelvin slid into their seats, the warm ambiance of the restaurant wrapping around them. Kelvin glanced at the menu, then at Aaron. “So, the steak, huh? What’s the verdict?”

Aaron grinned. “Haven’t tried it yet, but the guy at the next table looks like he’s having a religious experience. That’s a good sign, right?”

Everyone laughed, the tension of the day melting away as they settled into the evening.

“So, Kel. Spill about this role,” Cleo said, setting her glass of wine down and fixing him with an expectant look.

Kelvin chuckled, shaking his head. “I knew this was coming. You’re not going to let me enjoy my appetizer first?”

“Nope,” Cleo replied smoothly. “If it’s got you this distracted, it must be good. Out with it.”

Simone leaned back with an amused smile, sipping her drink. “Told you she’d grill you,” she said softly, just loud enough for Kelvin to hear.

“Alright, alright,” Kelvin relented, placing his napkin on the table. “It’s this biopic about a legendary jazz musician. They’re bringing in a big-name director, and the script is incredible. But…”

“But?” Cleo prompted, narrowing her eyes slightly.

“It’s a lot,” Kelvin admitted, his voice more serious now. “The role requires a ton of prep—learning new instruments, mastering the artist’s style, and just…digging into his life. There’s a lot of pressure to get it right.”

Aaron, who had been quietly cutting into his steak, looked up and nodded. “Sounds like a challenge, but it’s the kind of challenge that pushes you, right?”

“Exactly,” Kelvin said, grateful for the understanding. “It’s just one of those projects where I know if I take it on, I have to go all in.”

Cleo studied him for a moment, then gave a small nod. “If anyone can do it, it’s you. But you already know that, don’t you?”

Kelvin smiled, the encouragement bolstering his confidence. “Thanks, Cleo. I needed to hear that.”

“You’ve got this, Kel,” Simone chimed in, reaching for his hand under the table.

“Now,” Cleo said, leaning back with a smirk. “What’s the name of this jazz musician? Or do I need to start guessing?”

Kelvin laughed. “I can’t say yet—NDA and all that. But I’ll tell you this much, it’s someone who changed the game.”

Aaron grinned. “Well, we’ll be the first ones in line for the premiere. Just make sure we get a private screening before then.”

“You got it,” Kelvin said, relaxing into his seat as the conversation shifted to lighter topics.

-

When they got home, Simone kicked off her heels at the door and began unbuttoning her blouse as she walked through the house. The warm glow of their living room lights reflected off her skin, and her laughter echoed faintly as she recounted a joke Aaron had made during dinner.

“Sim, you’re really just leaving a trail of clothes, huh?” Kelvin teased, picking up her blazer from the back of the couch where she’d draped it.

Simone turned around, now unbuttoning her jeans, and flashed him a playful grin. “You’re always complaining about how I take forever to get ready. This is efficiency.”

Kelvin shook his head, chuckling as he followed her, the blazer in one hand and her discarded blouse in the other. “Efficiency would be putting them in the laundry basket, not decorating the house with them.”

Simone disappeared into their bedroom, her voice trailing behind her. “If it bothers you so much, you know where the basket is.”

He laughed, setting the clothes down on a chair before leaning against the doorway to their bedroom. Simone stood by the dresser in her underwear, pulling out one of his oversized shirts. She slipped it over her head, letting it fall loosely around her frame.

Kelvin crossed his arms, watching her with a soft smile. “You know, you don’t have to leave a trail for me to follow. I’d find my way to you anyway.”

Simone looked over her shoulder, her playful smirk softening into something more tender. “Good to know, Kel. But maybe the trail’s for me. Makes the house feel like home.”

He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. “Home is wherever you are, Sim.”

She turned in his arms, looping hers around his neck. “Good answer. Now, are you going to help me clean up my trail, or are we just going to stand here being cheesy?”

Kelvin laughed, leaning down to kiss her. “Cheesy first. Then I’ll clean up.”

Soon his lips moved to her neck, pressing soft, deliberate kisses against her skin. Simone’s breath hitched slightly, her hands sliding down to rest on his chest.

“Tomorrow,” Kelvin murmured between kisses, his voice low and teasing, “is our lazy day. And you know what that means.”

“Lazy sex day,” she finished for him, her lips curving into a knowing smile as her fingers trailed along his collarbone.

Kelvin chuckled against her neck, his hands settling on her hips and pulling her closer. “Exactly. No alarms, no responsibilities, just us and all the time in the world.”

Simone tilted her head slightly, giving him better access as her smile deepened. “And how lazy are we talking? Because I’m pretty sure you don’t know how to pace yourself.”

Kelvin pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his grin equal parts mischievous and affectionate. “Oh, I’ll pace myself. But don’t expect me to stick to one round.”

She laughed, rolling her eyes. “Kel, you’re ridiculous. But I guess that’s why I love you.”

“Guess?” he echoed, feigning offense as he scooped her up and carried her to the bed. “Let me remind you why there’s no guessing about it.”

Simone laughed again, the sound filling the room as he laid her down gently, their lazy day plans starting a little early.

“We better have shower sex sometime tomorrow,” Simone said, her voice light but laced with a playful edge as she lay beneath him, running her fingers through his hair.

Kelvin smirked, leaning down until his lips brushed hers. “Oh, that’s a guarantee. But are you sure you’ll have the energy for it after I’m done with you tonight?”

Simone arched an eyebrow, her smile turning into a challenging grin. “Kel, please. You act like I don’t know how to keep up with you.”

Kelvin laughed softly, the sound vibrating against her skin as he nuzzled her neck. “Fair enough. Shower sex it is, but don’t blame me if we run out of hot water.”

“I’ll take that risk,” she said with a mock-serious tone, pulling him closer. “Just make sure you bring your A-game.”

“Oh, babe,” Kelvin murmured against her lips, his voice full of promise. “You know I always do.”

-

The next morning she awakes before Kelvin. Simone smiled as she straddled Kelvin, her movements slow and deliberate as she settled on top of him. The weight of the moment, the quiet of the morning, and the warmth between them felt perfect. She locked eyes with him, her lips curling into a teasing grin.

“Ready for that lazy day?” she asked, her voice low and sultry, her hands sliding over his chest.

Kelvin’s hands instinctively moved to her hips, guiding her movements as he let out a quiet laugh. “You’re not wasting any time, huh?”

Simone leaned down, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, “You don’t need time when you’re with me.”

Her words sent a rush through him, and before he could respond, she kissed him deeply, pulling him into the moment. It was easy to lose themselves in each other, the world outside forgotten as they enjoyed their slow, intimate start to the day.

He smiled against her lips, his hands sliding up her back as he pulled her closer. “That’s right,” he murmured, his voice warm and full of promise. “Lazy sex day.”

Simone’s smile deepened, a spark of excitement flashing in her eyes as she rolled her hips ever so slightly. “Exactly,” she breathed, teasing him with the lightest touch of her fingers on his chest. “We’ve got all day.”

Kelvin’s smile widened, his hands moving to her waist, guiding her movements as he took in the moment. “All day,” he repeated, before leaning in to kiss her again, his lips gentle yet eager as he gave in to the rhythm they’d set.

A few hours later, Simone slowly stirred from her sex-induced nap, the soft light filtering through the curtains as she stretched out, her body still feeling the pleasant aftermath of their earlier indulgence. Her head rested against the pillow, and for a moment, she just let herself bask in the comfortable silence.

Kelvin was beside her, his breathing steady as he lay next to her, a satisfied smile still on his face even in his sleep. Simone couldn’t help but smile too, her fingers tracing the lines of his arm as she thought about how effortless everything felt between them.

She glanced over at the clock, realizing they’d lost track of time. It was late afternoon, and the rest of the world had clearly moved on without them. With a quiet laugh, she ran a hand through her hair, leaning in to kiss his cheek before she slipped out of bed, trying not to disturb him.

Simone stood by the window for a moment, enjoying the tranquility of the moment, before turning back to look at him. “Lazy sex day indeed,” she murmured to herself, her smile softening as she considered how perfect it had been.

-

Simone quietly slipped out of bed, making sure not to wake Kelvin, who was still peacefully resting. She walked into the kitchen, the familiar space bringing a sense of calm and routine after their spontaneous afternoon.

She moved around the kitchen with ease, gathering ingredients for dinner. It was nothing fancy—just something comforting and simple to end their lazy day. A quick pasta dish with a creamy sauce, some garlic bread, and a fresh salad to balance it out. She hummed softly to herself as she worked, the gentle rhythm of chopping, stirring, and setting the table grounding her in the present moment.

As she tossed the pasta into boiling water, she glanced back at the bedroom door, wondering how long it would be before Kelvin woke up. She smiled to herself, thinking about how nice it was to have days like this—uninterrupted, slow, and entirely their own.

The smell of garlic and herbs filled the kitchen as she prepared the meal, and soon enough, the comforting sounds of sizzling filled the air. She worked with a sense of ease, enjoying the solitude for a moment before the inevitable return to their busy lives.

Soon, Simone heard the soft sound of Kelvin’s footsteps approaching the kitchen. She turned her head just in time to see him leaning against the doorframe, a relaxed but sleepy smile on his face. His hair was tousled, and his shirt was slightly wrinkled, but he still managed to look effortlessly attractive.

“Smells amazing in here,” he said, his voice low and husky, still carrying the remnants of sleep. He crossed the room and wrapped his arms around her from behind, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder.

Simone leaned back into him, a smile tugging at her lips. “I figured we should at least have dinner before we completely ruin the rest of the night.”

Kelvin chuckled, his chin resting on her shoulder as he watched her work. “I’ll be honest, I was thinking more along the lines of dessert after everything that’s happened today.” His hands slid down her waist, drawing her a little closer.

Simone shook her head with a laugh, her hands still stirring the sauce. “Well, if you’re patient, you’ll get both. But dinner first.”

Kelvin nuzzled her neck, pressing a lingering kiss there. “Guess I can wait. But only because I’m getting lucky twice in one day.”

She turned her head slightly, her lips brushing against his as she gave him a playful look. “You are, but only if you help me set the table.”

“Deal,” he agreed with a grin, reaching for a nearby dish towel to dry his hands, already planning to make up for lost time later.

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[vervainandspritz]

TASTE OF SHAME

Thomas Shelby x Reader

Part three

Warnings: Dark!Thomas Shelby, manipulation, abuse, non-con/dub-con, gaslighting, violence

A/N: Sorry it took so long. I'm absolutely the worst. Another part coming in shortly

A/N2: COMMENT AND REBLOG PLEASE!

Y/N woke up feeling different than usual. The deep sense of looking forward to something was exciting. Was.. new. Y/N knew it was perhaps one of Tommy's games and not a gesture of kindness in any way, but the idea of going shopping with Ada was nevertheless exciting.

She woke up early, got appropriately dressed, and secretly hoped she wouldn't see him this day at all. It was supposed to be about her. Just today.

Only a bit before eight she went downstairs, slowly looking around to find out whether Mr. Shelby was still home or not. The Arrow house was awfully quiet, like always when Charlie was still sleeping. He wasn't a loud child, but his precious giggles were warming up the overall cold and soulless building enough to breathe some life into it. He was making it sufferable to live in.

Y/N was quiet, mindful not to wake him up as she smiled at the staff, nodding kindly while passing by. Hearing voices from the living room, she made her way through the doorways only to see Ada along with her husband, Freddie.

”Good morning, Y/N” The older woman said with a smile as soon as she saw her. The questioning glance followed after the greeting which made her chuckle. Before she could say something, her man spoke up himself.

”He would never let the two of you go on your own. It was either me or John and Arthur, so trust me, Lady. It's a better choice as it is!” Freddie spoke with an amusing drama and thick Brummy accent, making his wife swat him in the shoulder jokingly.

”He's not wrong” She admitted, sighing, and glancing sideways at her husband.

Y/N nodded lightly, smiling at the genuine contact between the two of them. It was refreshing and.. comforting, to see a glimpse of real love in the hollow walls of the Arrow House.

”It's okay. I don't mind at all” She reassured, gratefully. Her cheeks were rosy with excitement. ”I really appreciate the two of you taking me to the city. It's been... A while.”

Ada winked at Y/N before coming up closer and grasping her hands.

”Lovely then. I'd never say no to shopping with one of the ladies! It's the best time. Especially that we have a set of hands to carry our bags, indeed!”

They chuckled lightheartedly, walking to the corridor to put on their jackets along with the rest of proper clothing. Luckily, the day was nice enough to not need an umbrella.

”Let's get to it then” Y/N said as Freddie opened the door, gesturing for them to go first. Leaving the building, Y/N managed to spare one last glance towards the black, wooden door barely visible from the doorway. Mr. Shelby's office.

~~

The day was going well. Genuinely, for the first time in a long time she could honestly say it. Laughing out the tension which has been slowly gathering on her mind felt wonderful and the company of Ada and Freddie just reminded her how much she missed the careless giggles and fast heartbeat she used to feel back then.

Back when she wasn't someone's belonging. A selfish whim.

Buying all the gear was fun, trying it on and posing even more. Especially once they were done, and Ada suggested buying more clothes.

”We shouldn't,” Y/N said quietly, grabbing Ada's forearm lightly. The older woman rolled her eyes, narrowing them.

”Come on, Y/N. We're spending his money. The least he can do is pay for us!” She let out a laugh which held the mischievous hint, one she shared with all of their brothers. No matter how similar or different Shelby siblings were, they all had it.

She thought for a moment, feeling the unpleasant worry again. Her feelings were raw and visible in her eyes, fully on display as always.

”I don't know,” She said, quietly, stopping in her tracks. Ada picked up on the way her voice broke just a little bit. Moving closer she grasped her shoulders.

”I mean it. Plus, he literally GAVE me money to pay for our stuff.” She was convinced. ”Tommy is my brother, Y/N. He knows me well enough to know better than assuming I'd buy just the necessities.” Y/N shifted uncomfortably, searching in her gaze for the truthfulness to sooth her own anxiety. Looking in Ada's blood irises, she found it. But she wasn't sure just yet. ”...and Thomas loves everything about horses ever since he was a little boy. He's well aware of how much the gear would cost, honey. Yet he gave us way more.” This time her voice carried less humour, wanting to give her the comfort she needed along with reassurance.

Finally, Y/N nodded slowly, looking around and noticing that Freddie gave them some space to talk, stepping aside to smoke a cigarette yet paying attention enough to keep them safe.

Her gaze danced along the shops with bright and bold letters above the entrances, designed to encourage wealthy women to come in and spend their money. Eventually she met her friend's blue eyes again.

”Okay” She agreed, letting out a chuckle as Ada clapped happily before grabbing her hand and pulling them towards the luxury shop.

”Here we come!” She squealed and Freddie just shook his head with amusement, following them closely.

It took about half an hour to get her going. At first it was the Shelby sister who twirled between the alleys in the fairly big shop, touching and gasping over the beautiful creations. All kinds of materials, hundreds of breathtaking colours with even more breathtaking cash tags attached to them made Y/N feel uneasy, but with time... Ada's enthusiasm infected her too.

So they both giggled like young girls, trying dresses on, making funny gestures and blushing furiously as they saw themselves in the big mirror.  So unused to such a luxury, Y/N's eyes shone brightly when she saw the girl in her own reflection. So different from the one she used to see a couple long months ago.

”We're absolutely getting this one,” Ada said suddenly, ripping her out of the train of thoughts. Slowly gazing over the creation, Y/N let out a sigh, picking on the cuticles of her fingers. Looking down she swayed lightly, biting her lower lip, but before she managed to speak up, Freddie joined his wife.

”I must agree,” He said, keeping his expression serious before Ada elbowed him in the side lightly. ”You look like a real high class lady now,” He added, less formally with a small smirk, grasping Ada's hand.

Y/N blushed, so unused to any kind of male attention.

”Thank you. I hope he won't be mad.” The other part of the sentence was said quieter, almost to herself, but unfortunately all of them heard.

Plastering a fake smile onto her lips, she went back to change before they checked out, and got on the way as it was already fairly late. Clouds thinned one the sky, letting everyone see the glimpses of sunset kissing the horizon in a manner so dreamy, Y/N couldn’t help the little smile on her lips as she watched the whole scene through the window. Shopping took a bit longer than expected, as Ada planned out the whole day, making them visit all the ladies' favourites in the city centre. After coffee and sweet souvenirs from the local bakery, they took a walk around the better part of Birmingham before heading back. Around fifteen minutes it took, before Freddie was parking the car on the gravelly driveway. Sighing, Y/N looked down at her hands, knowing the great day was pretty much over now that she was here. Slowly, she moved to get out of the car, grabbing a few of the bags as Ada and her husband did the same. 

The Shelby sister noticed the shift in the air as she moved closer to Y/N rubbing her shoulder with a half smile.

“It was a wonderful day, wasn’t it? We need to do it again soon.” She said, before dramatically lowering her tone. “Next time definitely just us, without any of them,” She gestured towards Freddie with a chuckle, taking the edge off a bit as the tension loosened.

Y/N nodded, agreeing immediately as she loved the idea of having a way out every now and then. Wordlessly they walked up the stairs, greeting one of the maids after making the entrance. She took Y/N’s coat, hanging it for her once she realized Mr. and Mrs. Thorne weren’t staying. 

“Once again, thank you for the outing. I’m looking forward to the next time,” The younger woman said with a genuine honesty in her voice, revealing how much it actually meant to her.

“Anytime,” Freddie responded, winking as he grasped Ada’s hand once she hugged Y/N.

“Of course.” She added, turning around as they started walking away before stopping once again, “Oh, and tell Tommy you’re home already, will you?” And with that, they were gone. 

Y/N considered seeking out Tommy right then, but she was tired from the outing and wanted to change into a more comfortable dress to lounge at home. Once in her room, she was increasingly tempted by her soft inviting bed. As soon as she settled in her soft sheets all her new things still in the shopping bags became distant memories, just like the thought of making her way to Mr. Shelby’s office. Exhaustion overtook her tired mind and before she knew it, she fell asleep. 

Hours passed, and on the other side of the house, Thomas was sitting by his desk. A half empty glass of whiskey stood to his left, as he slowly sipped on it with no rush. He lost count of all the paperwork he’d done today and the end was still nowhere to be seen. Taking off his glasses, he rubbed his eyes which became tired from all the reading and writing. 

Suddenly the silence of the room got interrupted by quiet footsteps right by the door. Tommy glanced at the clock, realizing how late it already was. Without knocking the door knob turned as the wooden door gave way to a familiar silhouette. 

Y/N rubbed her eyes, as she walked in. Her feet bare against the cold floor which wasn’t too pleasant, yet useful in a way to keep her awake. 

He watched wordlessly, after putting his glasses back on. As she slowly moved from the doorway towards his desk, eventually slumping into the armchair. She avoided his eyes, feeling guilty with the unintentional disobedience.

So the silence stretched into longer seconds as she picked on the hem of her dress. 

“Had fun?” His voice cut the air eventually, seeing how she struggled with finding anything to say. It was hoarse from the lack of talking for many hours, even lower than usual which she found intimidating.

But on the other hand, was there anything about him which wasn’t intimidating to her? The answer was obvious.

“I’m sorry I didn't come right away. We were late, and.. And I was tired. Before I realized it, I was sleeping.” She said quieter, feeling as she was walking on thin ice that might break at any given moment, pulling her into the freezing, cold water. The stillness that never ceased to surround him was terrifying at times. To her, Thomas Shelby was a complete mystery. His way of carrying himself reminded her of a volcano, so still and quiet just to blow up with a never ending stream of force. So the silence was… chaos really. “I’m sorry, Mr. Shelby”

Her voice, so quiet and submissive, danced around his mind. Mixing with the whiskey he drank, twisting and moving in different directions and causing the weird stirring he felt. Something that started becoming familiar, dangerously enough. His lips stretched into a small grimace, not quite enough to become a proper smile. Another thing that made him, him. All the small things she learned to become aware of, cautious and deliberate while slowly walking between the mines in his head. The boundaries that were constantly in motion for any kind of comfort, making it impossible to learn their placement. So she walked through the dark.

“I asked if you had fun, Dove,” 

His voice came out soft, at least softer than expected which almost made her gasp in a way. Her eyes flickered up, meeting his cold gaze. His eyes never seemed to lose the ice, but every now and then the blizzard seemed more gentle. She looked at him for a moment, her eyes wide, moving around his features.

“Yes, it was a.. A great day.”

He leaned forward, moving a bit closer with a sigh. 

“It makes me sad that you don’t listen, Dove.” He started off, making her feel bad. “But I'm willing to forgive you, yeah? You didn’t mean to be bad after all.” His voice was soothing, smooth like butter, to which she nodded eagerly, also leaning forward, subconsciously wanting to please him.

“Yes, I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry,”

The corner of his mouth twitched again.

“I know you are,” He sighed, letting his gaze drop onto her body. Slowly moving lower till the desk blocked his view on the rest. “You will start coming to my office again. Spending time with Mr. Shelby,” The words would suggest it was a suggestion, but his voice absolutely proved to her it wasn’t one. He told her what would be happening from now on, and she had to listen. Y/N remained quiet for a bit before clearing her throat.

“Okay” She mumbled in her typical manner. His gaze was making her feel almost naked despite the appropriate clothing she wore. Instinctively she covered herself a bit more, almost making him groan.

The little things she was doing. The pink blush dusting her cheeks as she squeezed her thighs together, along with the innocent body language caused the familiar stirring in his core again. Thomas sighed, feeling as his manhood grew in his briefs and skin became hot. Breathing a little deeper, he leaned back. 

Tension in the room thickened as the shame coated her mind at the way he looked at her. 

Getting up abruptly, she moved behind the armchair.

“I will.. Go to sleep. I’ll come to your office tomorrow, I promise.” Y/N stuttered out as she started walking back towards the door. Thomas tilted his head up, watching as her hips swayed as she walked. Letting out a deep breath he nodded, tutting.

“Y/N” He stopped her in a raspy voice, but she didn’t turn around to meet his gaze. “Don’t forget to take your bags from the living room,” Thomas added, picking up the still lit cigarette, as he threw it into the fireplace. She just nodded, twisting the doorknob as she left.

Thomas stared at the dark wood of the door, as his fingers wrapped around the soft material in his pocket. Soft, pink lace.

He could say a lot about Y/N, but he had to admit she had a good taste in the lingerie she bought. 

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love, forever?

Vampire! Suguru x reader

impulsively started writing vampire! Suguru x reader, with a blooming rivalry between Satoru & reader for Suguru’s attention. oh, and there’s new vampire lore, and angst: Suguru can’t bear to hurt reader when his human blood cravings flare up, so he breaks up with reader. we start off the story with heartbroken reader, and the emotionally oblivious, playful, talented and sexy vampire! Satoru going after reader (for reasons you’ll learn about in chapter 1). this story kinda has parallels to Geto’s canon angst as well. eventual smut.

Ch. 01 Teaser

NOTE: if you saw the teaser already, please feel free to read the following again, as I’ve edited it a lot and added in more juicy dialogue & scenes ;)

The drink is nothing short of young and dumb, the blend of tooth-rottingly sweet flavors hitting your taste buds as you stare holes into Suguru’s back. You can see the sculpture of his muscles and beautiful bones through his tight tee, your ex’s sculpted body turned away from you. He’s speaking to a girl you had heard about— the life of all parties, pretty, smart, and fun. You take another swig from the plastic blue cup, hoping the heaviness in your heart would be soon forgotten. Yogurt, sherbert, coca cola, and cheap alcohol would be your poison of the night, you think, swallowing down the concoction as tears prick your eyes.

“Another one of those people who drinks their troubles away?”

The voice amidst the bass and booming music causes you to turn, your eyes meeting striking blue ones. Snowy hair rests soft and thick on his head, your heart skipping a beat to see such a beautiful stranger.

If you were being honest, you weren’t in the mood to talk to somebody else— not when your heart was still tied right onto Suguru’s. You love Suguru, you really do. The recent past haunts your every waking moment. And even in your dreams, he’s there, smiling, chuckling as you braid his hair, reading a nonfiction book while your fingers thread his silky locks; He’s watching you with a fond smile as you run ahead of him in the campus garden, jumping amongst the flowers; Holding you as the two of you kiss— his soft, supple lips meeting yours in that familiar dance and tangle. In your dreams he’s still yours. You both made up. In your dreams, things are warm and right again.

When you wake up in an empty bed, with an aching heart, it just feels cruel. The light slipped away again. You thought you had it. You had your dream come true only to realize it was just that— a fucking dream. There’s no respite from the memory of all his adoration, thoughtful gestures, all the times you’d stare mesmerized as he sat focused, his eyebrows pinched as he worked… The way he felt when you were wrapped in his embrace— being fucking cared for— you missed him bad, with every fiber of your being.

He’s still all you can think about. You’re at this damned college party because, even a month after he’d broken up with you, all you wanted was to be close to him, to see him. It’s pathetic. Knowing he’d be here, knowing you’d be tearing your heart open again, the wound freshly cut back open— and still, you came here. How many times had you stalked his social media despite having been removed from his following?

“Cat got your tongue?” The beautiful stranger breaks you out of your thoughts, forcing a reply.

“No—” you start to say, raising your voice. It’s just barely audible over the clamor of the party.

“Really?” He butts in, raising an eyebrow. “‘Cause it seems like there’s some hard evidence against your statement.” His small smile is as unconventional as it is disarming.

“And you are?”

“Satoru Gojo, if you haven’t heard about me already. I go to a different university. A better one.”

You roll your eyes, scoffing. “And why would I know of you?”

The stranger, Satoru, just tilts his head ever so slightly, his smile unwavering as he replies, “Your head is under a rock, is what I heard you say.”

Confusion flits across your face before your mouth falls open slightly, a feigned look of offense stretched on your features. You feel like ignoring this pesky stranger. You glance away for a second, in search of Suguru’s back— the spot he’d been standing in holds a different person, somebody you don’t know, somebody you’re not at all interested in. You frown, scanning the crowd.

The stranger, Satoru, waves a hand in front of your face. You look up at him, annoyed.

“Why are you talking to me?”

“What? Need a reason to talk to a pretty girl?”

“That’s an overused line,” You shout back, the music so loud you can barely hear yourself. Your attention shifts away from the snowy haired man, back to the sea of party goers. You desperately search the throng of buzzing chaos. No sign of Suguru. Just dancing, mingling, kissing, drinking, the typical activities going on under the strobe lights. Fuck.

Suguru, where did you go? Please… Your heart feels like it’s a rock in your stomach. Please don’t tell me you’re fucking her right now in somebody’s bedroom. It’s not my business— but I can’t stand the thought of it—

Satoru chuckles, and you look back at him, unable to hide your expression of pain. You’re about to excuse yourself to find a bathroom to cry in, when he speaks again.

“You’re right. How should I flirt, hm? Wanna coach me? It’ll lift your blues, too,” His smirk would’ve had you folding had you not met Suguru. But you did cross paths with the raven-haired man— collided and intertwined, more like— and now nobody compares to him. Nobody would ever be him.

“Not really. Excuse me,” you begin to say, before turning slightly, about to slip away—

“Suguru is my best friend,” the stranger says.

You freeze, whipping around now to face Satoru.

“He told me about you— first time he ever told me about anyone, actually. Suguru said you were somebody he actually loved.” Satoru’s cheeky expression has been wiped off, replaced with one of aloof nonchalance and detachment. It’s almost eerie, but your attention is elsewhere.

You’re at a loss for words, eyes caught on Satoru’s, hanging onto everything he says like maybe, just maybe, it means that Suguru wants you back.

“He’s had his fair share of flings and hookups, after all.” Satoru teases, smirking again, bending down to your level.

“I thought I was losing my best friend to a weakling.” His breath is surprisingly chilly against your face. “Turns out you were never the one. Sucks that you couldn’t make him stay.” You feel everything shatter. “Sucks for you, I mean,” Satoru finishes. He leaves out the part where he gloats about being the one Suguru has always admired, and stuck with.

You’re shocked, mouth hanging open. Confusion, hurt, anger, betrayal— all the feelings clash like giant waves crashing against one another inside your heart.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Satoru grins, shrugging. “It means what it means. But I’m curious,” he says, leaning closer, his pearly teeth glinting red under the strobe lights, “What is it about you that had Suguru caught up on ya?” His lips graze your cheek, his voice in your ear. “I don’t get it.”

You slap him before you can realize what you’re doing. Violence is not the answer, but this time, it sure as hell felt like it. Your fingers sting, your panicked thoughts a running train. Did I just? Oh my god! I didn’t— I fucking did—

“I— I’m sorry—” you stammer quickly, eyes wide in shock at your own actions. Satoru is eerily emotionless, staring down at you with those startling ocean eyes. You shiver despite the heat.

“Hm.”

It’s all he says. You open your mouth to speak again, blinking—

And he’s gone.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

A swig of the liquor causes the liquid to slosh in the green bottle.

“Thought you liked shy girls, Suguru?” Satoru pokes, a red handprint on his cheek. He’s kicked back on the couch outside the bathroom, grimacing when the alcohol hits his tongue, spitting it out back into the bottle.

“I do,” Suguru replies calmly, a streak of bare skin showing amidst the shaving cream on his face. He runs the razor back down, taking off more of the fluffy white foam.

“Yeesh. Can’t believe we used to drink this shit,” Satoru sticks his tongue on dramatically, tossing the full glass of alcohol across the room. It lands right in the trash bin with a clang. “That’s where it belongs,” he huffs.

“So?” Satoru prompts, kicking his feet up. “You realize she doesn’t fit your ideal type, right? Why’d you get with her for a whole year, man?”

“She was shy at first,” Suguru says softly, a glint of something like pain in his eyes. He catches Satoru’s gaze on him in the mirror and the glint disappears. Satoru doesn’t notice, now peeling open a candy from its foil wrapper. “And I told you already, Satoru,” Suguru continues, sparing his friend an exasperated glance. “I love— loved her.” A blip. A mistake so quickly covered that if it was anyone but Satoru, they’d miss.

Blue eyes pierce Suguru.

“But it wasn’t going to work out. Love isn’t meant for us. You and I… We’re not meant to be with humans,” Suguru murmurs, looking at his face in the mirror. It was myth that vampires didn’t have reflections. They did. Something the myths forgot though— vampires always have some sort of change written in their eyes. There will be some sort of difference from their human form, hidden in their eyes, after they turn. Suguru touches his eyebags, dark and heavy. That’s not what changed. No. His warm, earthy brown eyes had turned purple the night Satoru turned him. Rich amethyst irises gaze back at Suguru. He wishes he didn’t recognize them. Now he’s stuck dealing with people commenting on his “cool contacts,” for the rest of eternity. Suguru exhales deeply, softly, his still, dead heart aching.

“Being undead with a vital thirst for human blood will do that,” Satoru ho-hums, blissfully unaware of the insensitive nature of his obliviousness.

Suguru is silent, continuing to shave, but the blade knicks his skin. He curses quietly.

“So,” Satoru speaks with the chocolate melting on his tongue, grateful that at least his cravings and delight in sweets didn’t change when they turned, “You don’t trust yourself to be around her without hurting her. But you were with her for a year, doing well for a year. What do you say changed?”

Suguru dabs at the blood dripping down his otherwise unmarked face. It would heal, his skin would be perfectly smooth again in a day, not a trace of his mistake, or scar, would remain. All wounds heal within 24 hours for vampires.

“My urges got insatiable. Blood bags weren’t enough,” Suguru says curtly. Despite the battle of breaking up with you being long over, Suguru’s mind is a war zone. I couldn’t even look at her… without… needing to taste her blood. His fists clench on the marble sink. It got bad. I almost hurt her.

Satoru stares at his best friend, knowing that in this silence, his mind is a maelstrom. Suguru sees Satoru’s unflinching gaze, but remains quiet. He knows his friend won’t understand.

Satoru presses on anyway, nodding like he’s bored.

“Right. You can’t suppress your urges right now. That happened to me too. The second year is the hardest.” Satoru was the one who turned Suguru, after all. “It helps when you just feed on multiple pretty girls a night and compel them all to forget. You could’ve had both, you know. Her and human blood from others. You’re so mopey now.” Satoru’s callous remark piques Suguru’s irritation, a flame of anger burning in the raven-haired man’s chest.

“I won’t do that and be in a relationship.”

“I saw you feeding on that random chick an hour ago. But you’re still grumpy. You move around like you’re actually dead, Suguru. You torture yourself by still caring about your ex. She’s nothing special. I don’t get it.” Ah. The truth comes out.

Suguru’s eyebrows knit, his mouth pressed into a firm line as something dark flickers in his eyes.

“Satoru. First off, I only feed when they consent first. We both do that, and compel them to forget. And my ex, she has a name, and she’s worth something even if you can’t see it. Just shut up.”

“And what worth do you see in her?”

Suguru is silent for a moment. How could he convey the light and warmth that you were in his life? He’d died twice, once literally, once figuratively, and yet— you brought him back. “…She’s… good.”

“And?”

Suguru’s temper flares. “You just don’t get it, so will you just leave it?” He snarls, fangs involuntarily popping out.

“You’re such a grouch nowadays,” Satoru huffs, before popping another chocolate into his mouth. He gets up, stretching.

“Well. I need to feed again.”

“Be safe about it. And I’m not referring to your safety,” Suguru says sternly, his whole head turned to look at Satoru now, some white foam still on the man’s face.

“Yeah, yeah, mom, I got it.” With that, Satoru pulls his black coat over his lean, muscled body, a wolfish grin on his face as he slips out the apartment door.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

You’re intoxicated. It’s two AM and you’re stumbling around campus like a fucking idiot.

Well how about that? Satoru spies you from across the quad, your movements sluggish and uncoordinated. His veins buzz with electricity, and he knows: he is still very much alive despite the coldness to his skin, the lack of a heartbeat in his chest. What else could you call the rush, the thrill he’s got right now, except living? His urge to feed has grown exponentially.

He slips through the shadows.

You nearly jump when a tall, dark figure appears before you, looming over you.

Snowy hair shines in the lamplight, blue eyes flashing like glaciers, staring right at you. You swear they flash red for a second.

“You again?” You slur your words. You aren’t scared. He’s Suguru’s best friend, which means he by extension must be a good guy. Almost as if he hears your thoughts, Satoru grins. His teeth are brilliant, his canines shining ivory and glistening like expensive accessory jewels.

If Satoru was being honest, this was perfect. The golden chance to get Suguru to forget about you and move on, so his best friend could finally look and be alive again, the two of them happily slaying the vampires that hurt humans— this chance just seems to have fallen into Satoru’s hands like a magic star that grants his wish.

“Hey,” he nearly purrs, slinking around you as you take a step forward— stumbling a bit— cold fingers grip you firmly, holding you upright.

“You’re fucking making me freeze even more!” You retort, snapping at him as you yank your warm arm away from his cool grasp. You were more than tipsy, but you recalled his rudeness from earlier.

“Just trying to help. You sure aren’t shy, huh?” Satoru remarks.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” You spit out, the question giving you both Deja vu.

“It means what it means,” Satoru grins. Deja-fucking-vu. You were getting fed up now, huffing and mumbling under your alcohol-tinged breath an insult that Satoru’s super hearing picks up on. He stifles a laugh.

“Wait,” Satoru calls out. You don’t turn around or slow your pace. He strides up to you in two quick, lengthy steps. He bends, entering your vision, his teeth sharp and protruding from his close lipped smile. Were they always that long?

“I’m great at reading people. And as much as you want to deny it, your heart is beating faster around me.” He suppresses his urge to poke your ribcage, directly over the beating muscle.

“Shut up,” you growl.

“You could make me, you know.”

He keeps up with your sluggish pace as you try to make your way back to the dorms, struggling to reply.

“There you go again with that cliche flirting,” you snort.

“And here I am again, asking if you’re offering lessons. Though the better question would be if you’re even qualified to give them,” Satoru grins.

“What do you want from me? Don’t you think it’s weird to be flirting with your best friend’s ex?”

You think this will shut him up. That, or he’ll have a lame excuse. And for the first time in this second conversation you’re having with him, his answer changes.

“If I’m being honest,” he speaks in a rich, velvety, low voice, and you almost feel entranced, your feed stopping, your gaze resting on Satoru. “I’m doing this for him. And about what I want?”

You sway in the chilly night breeze, barely registering anything but the sound of his voice.

“I want to know if you’d let me bite you.”

Edited version found here! (More dialogue and scenes :)

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Ooooo could I do a pt2 of sticky where the reader has a breakdown thinking she is messing up his life. Angst and fluff with smut

sure ofc ! hope you enjoy :)

sticky - paul x reader

<<part one

Blinking slowly at the dark ceiling, you simply couldn't sleep. Every scrape of the tree branch that met the window, made you jumpy. Your breaths were shallow as you then shoved the covers over your head.

You hear a door creak open, you couldn’t help your body that shook from fear. The covers were pulled off of your head, you raise your hands up to block your face.

“It’s just me, Y/N.” Paul says as he peered down at you.

You slowly put your hands down as you let him slide into bed beside you. He held you close, he didn’t want you to be afraid. You caught up on sleep that you missed.

As he softly snored, you crept out of bed. Your phone was buzzing and texts from the other girls were trying to persuade you to come back. You look back at the sleeping man.

You moved your legs fast out of the house before anybody could notice that you were gone.

The greeting you were gifted with, was a pimp slap to the face. Your body hit the floor as you cover your face with an unspilled tear.

A pointed finger was soon thrusted in your face, “You know how much money you done fucked up for me?!”

“I’m sorry-“

“I don’t need your punk ass sorry! You fucked me! Look at what you made me do!” he exclaimed. He circled around your body in the dressing room. The door was shut and locked so he could have no interruptions. As soon as he walked in, the girls scurried out without him having to say anything. That’s when you knew you fucked up by leaving.

He crouched down, making sure that your ear is near his mouth, “Clean up. Put some better clothes on than that. You’re taking a ride with me.”

With that, the door is opened and slammed.

You wipe your face in the mirror. You furrowed your eyebrows at your reflection. There were so many promises in the beginning. So many promises that were spoken to you, that made you believe that you wouldn’t be in this life long.

“What’s wrong with me?” you whispered at your reflection. This was your fate. There was no escape and you weren’t about to have Paul be in the middle of something like this.

You walk out and people turn their heads. Their smiles turn into frowns as they realize you were leaving out instead of performing.

He opened the passenger door from inside, you peered in.

“Get in, girl!” he grins out. You take a step but hear your name being screamed.

You take a look and see a fuming Paul in your direction.

He grabs your arm, pulling you away so fast that you barely processed it.

“Don’t get in that car. I mean it!” Paul says to you.

You take your arm away. You see that the club owner is out of the car, looking at you look at him. He gives you the look. The look that you knew all too well. It was to bring your ass to him. Your stomach was uneasy.

“Do you hear me?” Paul says as he grabs your shoulders. You shrug him off.

“You’re a great guy. I appreciate you. I gotta go.” you say and he grabs you again.

“Y/N, don’t do this. Just come on.”

“No! Let go of me or I will get him over here!” you say loudly.

Paul is shocked, he didn’t expect you to threaten him with the very man that was abusing you.

“Y/N-“

“Look. Just stay away from me? Alright? I don’t even know why you got involved with me in the first place. I broke your engagement up, I interrupted your life, and I interrupted your friend’s lives.” you say.

“Y/N….Just come with me.” he pleaded. The look on his broken face made you look down.

You suck in a breath and walk to the car. Paul still calls your name. You hide your crumbled up face as the club owner puts out his cigarette, stepping on it and getting into the driver side.

You have your arms folded as he drove to another club way across town. He made you work the pole that entire night. As always, all of the money went to him.

He counted the money in the dirty motel that he picked for the night. He chuckled lowly as he shifted through the piles of bills as you lay on your side, praying for the next day to begin.

“Oh yeah, and if I catch you talking to that same motherfucker, I’ll crack your jaw on his head.” he says. You sighed internally before squeezing your eyes shut.

The next night, you shivered at the cold air. He made you walk the track, the very thing you fought to avoid.

He sits close by, making sure you didn’t run. You try to rub your legs together to try to bring some type of warmth from the friction.

He did give you a mink coat, but the skimpy clothes that he made you wear was still making you cold.

A car pulls up, the window rolls down. The girls nearby all start to walk towards the car with their faces lit up.

Paul’s face was shown and you rolled your eyes.

“Y/N.” he calls to you. You pretend to not hear him. You look up and about as you shift your feet.

“I’ll pay you, just get in the car!” he says.

“Girl if you don’t get in, let me make that money then.” a seasoned girl says to you.

Your eyes discreetly flicker your eyes to the car that was idling. There was no way you were risking or chancing it.

“Paul. Go away.” you say.

Just then, another car pulls in. You then walk up to that one. You ignore the pleas as you lean over the driver window.

“How much?” he asks.

“What do you have?” you ask in a sultry voice.

Paul huffed in anger behind the wheel as he seen you climb into the passenger seat.

The man then turns to you with a poker face. You look on his lap and see a badge. Your eyes widened as he then starts to drive. You slump in defeat.

You sit in the cold cell. You bounce your leg as this was your first ever charge.

“When is my phone call?” you ask.

You were ignored. The police pretended like you didn’t matter. They only talked to you when they had to. They only talked to you when they felt like it. You never felt more alone than you did now in this moment. You blink back tears.

After what it felt like forever, an officer bangs to get your attention.

“You made bail.”

You follow the officer with shaky legs. You prepared for the hits, the yells and screams, and the threats. You practiced your apologies.

“Paul?” you ask as the officer unlocked your handcuffs.

“Let’s get out of here.” he says, motioning for you to come closer.

As you both get outside, you walk in the different direction of the running car.

“Where are you going?” he asks.

“Look, I’m in enough trouble as it is.” you say but your feet stops as you felt your body be halted.

“No you’re not. Just come on, you can get something to eat and I know you want to lay down.” he says.

You breathe heavy as you push him. He knits his eyebrows together. His wolf inside of him whined as his imprint was hurting him. Pushing him away.

You push him again with more force. He takes your arms. You pushed against him. He lets go.

“Y/N, they’ll come back out here and try to throw you back in that cell.” he says cautiously.

“Let them! Just let them! Maybe jail is an easier environment. I don’t have to worry about how much money I’ve made! I wouldn’t have to worry about no imprint! The spirits…Or whatever..Punished you, Paul. They gave you someone like me!” you say with such belief. The tears dripping down your face flowed out without your consent.

“That’s not true..” he says quietly.

“It is true! You’re always having to rescue me from something! Let me make it easier for you.”

“I’m supposed to! I want to! Do you think I would like you be in danger?”

“I sure as hell don’t have an answer. Just walk away. I’ll walk away.”

“I don’t want to walk away.” he says defiantly.

“Well you should.” you say without emotion.

“Walk away then what? Go back to the dickhead who takes your money, beat on you, and not even bother to care about you. Where the fuck is he? I sure as hell don’t see him! He made you stand out in the cold and he dipped as soon as you got arrested.”

You don’t say anything as you then turn and walk away. You hear your name but you ignore it. Your breath stutters as you walk.

“Fine! Go! You’ll get tired of it all soon!” he tells you. He was frustrated and angry that you were willing to go back to your chaotic life.

You knock on the door. The home was vibrating with music. It opens.

“I was in the neighborhood. Can I use your phone?” you ask someone who buys weed from the club owner. You came to their home often. This time, you were just alone. They let you in.

“I got arrested and you didn’t even come get me.”

“Girl, I was gonna get you in the morning, be happy your ass is out. Now, you gonna have to stay over there. I’m not driving back out there at this time of night.”

“Are you fucking serious?!” you say into the phone.

“Ooo just wait until you’re face to face with me. I bet you won’t speak like that when I’m in your fucking face. Good fucking night.” he says and hangs up.

You halfheartedly give the phone to the man who let you use his phone.

“What did he say?” he asks as he slides his phone into his pocket.

“Nothing…” you say as you slump into the couch.

The man shrugs. He then pulls out a pipe. You watch in curiosity. He meets your eyes.

“The first hit of crystal is always the best. Man, take me back to my very first blow.” he says the last part in reminiscence as he clicks the lighter. He breaths in, hold, and blow out; you watch as the drug enter his system.

“Here.” he offers.

You slowly swallow as you peered at it in his rough hands. This was the place you had to sleep at for the night, you reach for the pipe but a rapid knock made you jump.

The man was disappointed, he had to get up and open the door instead of hitting the dirty pipe.

As soon as the door opened, Paul bullied his way in, pulling you up to your feet. Your feet follow him out of the home as his car was waiting for him.

“How did you find me?”

“Your scent.” he answers as he stared ahead.

You sit in the passenger seat. As you watch the street in front of you, he asks, “Are you alright?”

That question seemed to trigger something. Your shoulders shudder, your eyes squeeze shut as tears flow out. You couldn’t speak. Your sobs said a lot. Paul winced. There was so much hurt, so much emotion behind a cry. He felt the emotions that were inside, his soul being merged with yours. You feel his hand try to interlace with yours but you shake your head as you sob.

You hear the click of his seatbelt.

You sniffle as he pulls you in his chest as you still sit in your seat.

“Just give up.” you say in a broken voice.

“Now, why would I do that?”

You put a hand to his heart.

“So I don’t keep on hurting this.” you say in a small whisper.

“I would give you my heart to break a million times. I’m not going anywhere. Prepare to get tired of me.” he says softly.

You two stay like that for a moment.

You enter Sam and Emily’s home, the house was showing signs of slumber. You both tiptoe through the home.

“I need a shower. These clothes have been contaminated by the stench of jail.” you say quietly. He quietly gives you a towel as he shuts the cabinet.

He was always there. If not him, someone else, whenever he has to go to patrol.

He walks away and you hold the towel in the bathroom and you touch his arm. He looks to you. You didn’t want to be alone. You look down and fiddle with the towel a bit.

“Can you…Join me?” you ask meekly.

He’s stunned. “What?” he asks quietly.

You shake your head and mutter out, “Never mind.” and close the door but he halts it with a hand.

“Sorry you just….Caught me off guard that’s all.” he says and you pull his arm.

“I just don’t want to be alone right now.” you whisper.

You didn’t expect to feel so comfortable and safe in the warm room that was filled with steam. The water beat and rolled down both bodies that were melded, holding each other tight. It wasn’t sexual. This was just something that you both needed in that moment.

“Promise me something?” he asks very quietly and you felt like your troubles were being washed down the drain.

“Yes?” you ask in a small voice.

“Promise me that you’ll leave it all behind. There’s a life here waiting for you that will welcome you in open arms.” he says back.

“Okay….I promise.”

“I mean it Y/N.” he says.

“I know. I do too.” you say.

Some time went past and you realize you didn’t have the itch to go back to the club life or the streets. You were relieved in a way.

Kissing Paul was fun. Especially right now. You both were sitting across from each other stealing pecks from each other at a diner. He treated you with a breakfast. In this moment, it felt like a dream.

“So, this is where you’ve been instead of making some money.” you hear. You freeze. Anxiety builds within you, swallowing you whole as Paul watch you start to hyperventilate.

Paul turns around. The club owner that you used to work for, the one you tried so hard to please and keep happy, was with another girl. Another victim. She was young, close under him as she looked troubled but you stare at the scenery. That girl used to be you.

Paul doesn’t say anything. He takes a sip of his drink before getting up to his feet.

Face to face with the man who made your life miserable, claiming to making it easier, he stared back at Paul without worry. That was the thing, he was afraid of nothing. That’s what made you afraid.

“The fuck are you gonna-“

A loud thud and he’s at Paul’s feet. One punch was all that it took to knock him clean out. You gasp but you don’t move. Something was deeply satisfying to see him get what was coming to him.

The young girl kneels to his side, shaking him in panic. Paul kneels.

“You should get away from him. He’s no good. You don’t have to listen to me, but time will go past and you will wish that you did.” he says to the young girl. She stared at him as she digested his words.

You get up, walking to the man that fed you lies and empty promises. You kick him, you punch him, you scream in anger. You let it out as he drowsily came to.

Paul lifts you away as the diner employees start to call the police. As you walk outside, you see the young girl take his wallet and leave out with a slight jog. You feel a bit better about walking away.

“That felt so good.” you say as you walk inside of Sam and Emily’s home.

“I bet it did.” he says.

You both lay next to each other, the day was still young.

“They’re not here?” you ask him. He shakes his head no.

“I really appreciate you, Paul.” you say to him sincerely.

“I appreciate you.” he says back. With a slight smile, “For what?”

“For showing me what love is.” he says quietly. Your heart stops.

“Love?” you ask.

“Yeah…I wasn’t sure what love was. Even when I was engaged. Now, it’s clear. I would do anything for you. I would rescue you over and over again. I don’t want to ever spend a day without you.” he reveals.

You never heard someone say that to you before. You lay and press your head to his chest. He gladly holds you. A shudder of your shoulders made him ask, “Did I say something wrong?”

“No. Not at all.” you sniff, “You said everything right. That really means a lot.”

You both share a kiss of appreciation to each other. You show how much you both love being in each other’s lives with such heated kiss. Everything was poured out in such kiss.

His eyes were full of permission and you nodded. He felt the mushy warmth that was in between your legs and you’ve never felt something that felt so right. His hands were so talented as you whisper out his name.

It was intimate. You were a bit self cautious as he took his lips from your stomach, lower to your core.

“Just tell me when you want me to stop.” he says quietly. You nod as you let him open your clenched legs, his hands immediately relaxing them.

You didn’t want him to stop. Your eyes squeeze shut as he felt you hold back. His tongue, the noises, his quiet moans were all too much.

“It’s okay. You’re okay. Just let it out.” he whispered and you allow your body to shudder in pleasure.

With your legs over his shoulders, his hands on your legs as he made his way in with the protruding flesh that teased your entry, you look up to him, “Paul. I think…I do. I love you too.” you whisper.

“I love you more.” he says back. You scoot closer to him and this was silent permission for him to slowly sink into you as you sigh out. You didn’t know that you could produce such feeling. Usually, it would hurt. But this was nice and slow. It felt like he was making you melt.

The tingles that ran through your body made you understand why sex was so good in the first place. You wouldn’t have rather wanted to do this with anyone else other than Paul. His hands rubbing up and down your body made you want to feel this feeling forever.

Emily taught you how to bake. You were appreciative of this. That’s when you got an idea.

Your idea made you happily count money on the bed that was in Sam and Emily’s room.

“Where did you get that?” Paul asks. The look on his face was worried.

“Me and Emily made a killing. We sold desserts.” you say as you let some money fall on him. This made him chuckle a bit.

“I have something to tell you.” he says.

“What is it?” you ask.

“I worked really hard and I got us a place. You can get out of Sam and Emily’s.” he says with a bright smile.

“Really?” you ask in disbelief. He nods. You tackle him in a hug.

“So this means that we can live together?”

“Yes.” he says as he rubs your back.

“This means that I can wake up next to you?”

“Yes.” he answers back.

“This means that I can make you breakfast every morning.”

“Oh, hell yes.” he says and you both share a sound of joy. Giving each other a smooch, you both showed no signs of regrets. He wouldn’t want to go back to his old life. You wouldn’t want to go back to your old life. Having each other, there was no way that there could be any signs of regrets.

[jackalwolfsoul]

The Stowaway

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CW: Implied abandonment. Self hate. Derogatory name given to a child. If I missed anything, let me know

Also, credit for the picture goes to @yanagikou

Mortarion wasn't sure how the small child managed to sneak aboard his ship or managed to survive as long as she did on her own before she found her way to him.

"Come along, Thorne, lest I leave you behind." Thorne wasn't the child's name, nor did he care to give her a proper name. For all he cared about, she was just a very scrawny baseline. Too small to be on her own, and yet she somehow survived.

He hears small footsteps hurry along after him before she tripped over her own feet. Three of his steps were equivalent to six of hers. "Keep up. I'm not carrying you."

Three...

Two...

He feels her bump into his leg through his cloak, moments later, holding onto the thick material for support. "You're just as clumsy as a Nurgling." He reaches down behind him and picks her up, hearing her squeak in surprise.

It was my a few seconds later that Thorne found herself face to face with the towering Primarch. He held her beneath her arms as he studied her.

"How?"

She tilts her head to the side, not understanding the question.

"How did you survive so long with no caretaker? No guardian to watch over you? You scrawny...

Throne be damned he didn't know what to do. He wasn't a parent, and yet the universe decided to drop one, figuratively, into his lap. "Is this my karma? Has my Father gotten the last laugh?"

"Mo..." Thorne reaches out and tugs at his mask. "Mo..."

"No, child." Mortarion turns his head away. "You won't like what you see. You'll only have more nightmares."

But Thorne was persistent to see what Mortarion looked like.

"Why such a fixation on seeing my face? I'm a monster, and that's all you'll need to know." Mortarion shifts Thorne in his arms so that he could carry her proper, and yet she still persisted in reaching for his mask. "Here..." He reaches around to some part of his armor and hands her a talisman, the symbol for the Death Guard. "Occupy yourself with this. Just not with that mask of mine."

Thorne stares down at the icon thar Mortarion had given her, turning the large piece of silver around in her hands. She holds it up to Mortarion. "Mo..."

"Keep it. I can always get another one." He continues along his way to his quarters. He needed to figure out what to do with Thorne. Maybe he could give her off to one of his other brothers? Maybe he could drop her off at one of the many orphanages that were scattered across the world's.

He stops in his tracks, using his free hand to key in the pass code into the keypad that would open the door to his private quarters. Before he could step inside, he hears footsteps coming down the hall. He quickly sets Thorne down and shoves her into his room before closing the door.

Thorne soon found herself alone in the oversized room. She looked back at the closed door and could hear Mortarion's muffled voice and someone else's, but she wasn't sure who it was.

She looks around the room. This was only the second time she had been in Mortarion's room. The first time was when she snuck in and startled him.

In the room was an oversized bed, covered in dust. It was rarely used, but when it was, it was only for short durations. There was a desk over in the corner, covered in numerous parchment scrolls and bottles of ink. A few spilled and stained into the wood. There was a door off to the side, which led to a cleansing area, which was used recently.

Mortarion, even if he didn't openly admit it, kinda did care for Thorne. He was making an effort to make a decontamination procedure, to not to get her sick with whatever pathogens stuck to him worse than glue. Even if he did plan on giving her up, he still wanted to make sure she stayed healthy til then.

"Mo..." She reaches her hands up, hoping to see Mortarion walk into the room and pick her up again. After a few minutes of waiting, she gives up.

Hours go by, and Mortarion finally steps into his quarters. A frown mars his face beneath his mask as he sees that, somehow, Thorne and climbs up into his bed, fallen asleep while waiting for him. "At least you're a lot less annoying as a Nurgling and quiet, too."

He stares at her for a moment before going to fetch something for her to sleep on, other than the dusty covers of his bed.

The bit of movement was enough to wake Thorne from her slumber. She rubs the sleep from her eyes before reaching out to Mortarion. "Mo..."

"Hm?"

"Mo..."

"Who's Mo?"

Thorne points at Mortarion, and it slowly dawns on him she was trying to say his name but couldn't. So hence the reason why she shortened it.

"My name is not Mo. It's Mortarion. Mor-tari-on." He sounds out his name with the hopes and guise she'd get it.

"Mo," she repeats again.

"Mor-tari-on. Say it!"

"Mor..tary. Morty."

Mortarion rolls his eyes. He was not going to settle for a ridiculous nickname. "Throne be damned thorn in my side. No, you are not calling me that!!" He sees her flinch at him from raising his voice yet still somehow muffled behind the mask. "You are not calling me that."

He takes a deep breath, the stale air irritating his lungs for a moment before letting it slowly out. "Mortis. Can you say Mortis?"

"Mort..is. Mortis."

"Very good." He pulls out the chair from his desk and sits down. The child had been with him less than a week, and she already irritated him to no end. "You should have found someone else to latch on to. Not a monster like me."

"Mortis." Thorne holds her arms out to Mortarion again, wanting him to pick her up.

"Why?"

She makes a grabbing motion with her hands, persistent in her demands.

"Fine. But if you fall asleep in my arms, I'm giving you to Typhus." He leans forward and scoops her up.

It was late into the night. The room was illuminated by candlelight. Mortarion was busy writing a letter to one of his brothers to ask for help. He knew whom he should ask, but asking him would be another challenge altogether. He looks down at Thorne, who did, in fact, fall asleep in his arms. The scratching of the feather quill pen was what lulled her to sleep tonight. "Guess you aren't so bad after all. For being a thorn in my side."

@yanagikou @yurihasurunbara @jaghatai-khock

Since you guys wanted to read it, here you go.

[short-honey-badger]

Peppermint Tea 37 - Hibiscus 2

Summary: Time passes, and you settle in with your boys. Tomura meets his niece, and a certain ex-warlord calls Mihawk

*warnings* some smut. Lot of stuff happens this chapter. It's a big one!

*Note!* This will be the last official chapter of Peppermint Tea! I have an epilogue planned that will be posted later today, but it's more of a *where are they at after 10 years* lol. I want to thank all you lovely people who have come by and read and commented on this massive work. You guys are what drove me to finally come back and finish this. I really hope you guys have enjoyed the ride!

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“Oh, she’s so cute!” Perona squeals and Mihawk gives his older daughter a narrow-eyed look to quiet down. The ghost girl gives a sheepish grin as she floats closer to take a closer look at Joyeuse, her baby sister. The babe watches her with big, golden eyes, and Perona is hard-pressed to not snatch her up and run away with her. 

You are watching from the couch, Shanks stretched out beside you so that you can rest your head against his shoulder with a fond look. You feel full, content in a way that you’ve never been before to have your most precious people all in the same room. All you were missing now was your brother, but according to Shanks, he would be here soon. 

Joyeuse gurgles and drools against her father’s chest, eyes watching the way the pinkett's hair bounces whenever she shakes her head. A hand is suddenly in reach, and Joy happily snuggles into the warmth it provides when it’s lain over her chest. She always knew who was holding her by their warmth. Mother was always cool, Father was almost scorching at times, but Papa. He was perfect.

“Do you want to hold her?” you ask Perona and laugh when the girl sits down faster than you’ve ever seen the other woman move, “Just make sure you support her head.” 

Mihawk steps over to Perona and walks her through the best way to hold Joyeuse. He’d become rather protective to the point it was overbearing lately if you were honest with yourself. If you didn’t have your daughter, then Mihawk was the one holding her 80% of the time. You’d mentioned it to Shanks, but the redhead didn’t seem to have a problem with it, stating that he had far less dirty diapers to change. 

“Stop squirming, girl,” Mihawk grumbles and then slowly transfers his daughter over when Perona stills. He watches the young woman coo over the babe, chest feeling tight at the display before him. Both of his girls so close together, the swordsman only wished that Zoro were here to see this. He would need to write to the young man soon and tell him the good news. 

Mihawk relaxes once he is confident that Perona has a good hold on Joy, and makes his way to the couch where he sits on your other side. You snake a hand into his lap and he indulges you by threading his fingers with your own, the edges of his lips curling into a tiny smile. 

“When is my brother supposed to be here?” you ask quietly. You’re beyond nervous to see him again, but terribly excited at the same time. It’s been over twenty years since you’ve seen your brother, and you can’t help but wonder how much he’s changed from the boy you remember from your dreams. 

“Another day or so, most likely, sweetheart,” Shanks says and turns to press a kiss to the top of your head, “He left the same day I called.” 

Shanks had gotten in trouble with Mihawk for not telling the other man about his decision to call Tomura, but he couldn’t bring himself to care too much. The older man would keep you away from your brother if he had it his way, if only to avoid any awkward conversions, or a fight breaking out. The redhead can’t imagine that Delemur would be too happy to find out that his little sister had gotten knocked up by an ex-warlord and emperor of the sea. 

His eyes find their daughter and a smile lights up his face. Well, after Tomura meets his lovely niece, Shanks doesn’t see any kind of confrontation happening. Joyeuse had a smile that could melt the coldest man’s heart. 

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Tomura is practically vibrating on the spot when he finally spots Sphinx in the distance. He had swapped out of his Vice-Admiral uniform and left the massive navy cruiser behind on their last stop at port. He didn’t want to show up on the island Whitebeard was born looking like he planned on starting something, especially since he knew that Newgate’s first mate now lived there. It was only himself and a few select members of his crew, the ones who Tomura knew wouldn’t breathe a word about this place. 

“Nervous, Vice-Admiral?” Nitchell asked. His commander was gripping the rails of the ship hard enough his knuckles had turned white, his face set into an even deeper scowl than usual. He gave a little shrug when Delemur cut his eyes at him, lips pulling into a frown. 

“My little sister has been in the company of dangerous pirates for the past two and a half years. Of course, I’m nervous,” He snaps at the younger man. Tomura had let his imagination run rampant. Were you still the darling sister that he doted on all those years ago, or had you changed into something harder? He almost didn’t want to find out. 

Delemur didn’t care that Shanks and Mihawk had told him that they loved you. That you had apparently become important to them. He was your big brother, so he would trust your word on the matter, and if you even looked uncomfortable in their presence then he would scoop you up and run. 

It felt like a lifetime had passed by the time they had docked and made it to shore. The tiny port town was bustling with locals going about their business, and only spared him and his men a passing glance. Shanks had told them that there would be someone waiting for them at the edge of town, but once he got there, he wasn't expecting to see Marco the Phoenix waiting for them.

“Vice-Admeral Delemur,” Marco drawls almost lazily. He doesn’t like seeing the navy man on his island, but he knows that Tomura is one of the better marines and most likely wouldn’t try to cause any trouble for the locals. They’d never officially met before, since Tomura had never ventured too far into Whitebeard’s territory. 

“Marco the Phoenix,” Tomura rumbled back, “Where’s my sister?” 

The pirate doctor quirks his lips and crosses his arms. “Just up the hill a ways. Are you ready?”  

Tomura swallows and dips his head in a nod, forcing his hands to stop shaking, “As I’ll ever be.” 

He orders his men to disperse within the town. Delemur didn’t want to overwhelm you with too many people, after all, before he followed Marco up the hill. They walk for a while, passing by homey cottages until they come to a house that faces the sea. It’s small, though bigger than the cottage Tomura remembers from your island and looks freshly painted. There is a big shaggy dog lounging on the porch that perks up whenever they get closer, brown eyes looking them over before he barks to get the attention of his humans inside. 

Tomura waits, and then the door opens. He can’t help but scowl when the redheaded emperor struts out followed by the smarmy ex-warlord, but the look on his face morphs into astonishment when you follow the two men out. He wants to close the distance between the two of you and wrap you up in a hug so tight that you’d never escape from. Instead, he stands frozen, looking at you like one might a ghost. 

You flick your eyes over the man, taking in that white hair that makes you ache, the familiar shape of his jaw, and the brilliant green of his eyes. There is a vertical scar on the right side of his mouth that you don’t remember being there before. There are dark bags under his eyes, and you wonder if your brother had gotten any sleep while traveling here. You step off the porch, thankful that you’ve healed enough in the past three weeks that it took for him to get here. 

“Tomura?’ you say quietly, and that’s all it takes for the dam to break. The man is striding forward in an instant, sweeping you up into a hug and you wrap your own arms around him, hugging your brother as tightly as you can. Snow sprouts around you, your devil fruit reacting to the surge of emotions that make your head spin. 

“Gods, princess, It’s good to see you,” Tomura rasps against your hair, and you tear up, the old nickname a soft reminder that makes tears well up in your eyes. Your brother plows on before you can even think about getting a word in. 

“After I heard those rumors about you I had to come back, had to make sure that you were safe, but none of us got there in time. Did they hurt you? Have they hurt you?” 

You pull away at that, not liking what Tomura was trying to insinuate, and shake your head at him, a frown on your lips. 

“I’m fine, Tomura. I was with Big Mom only a couple of days and Katakuri made sure that I was comfortable,” you assure him, and then look behind you at your boys who stand ready to intervene if need be, “And those two would never hurt me.” 

Tomura frowns down at you, brows creased, “They're pirates, princess, dangerous ones. You never should have met them to begin with.” 

Shanks steps up, his usual friendly aura replaced by one of annoyance. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea. He didn't think that Tomura would try and turn you against them, not that he thought it would work, mind you, but still, it chafed at the redhead. 

“Well, she did, so stop trying to make us out to be the bad guys. We're the ones who kept her company while you were too busy playing marine.” 

The tension in the air skyrocketed at that, and Tomura pulls his sister away from the redhead, stepping between them, “And she would have stayed safe if you'd not opened your fat mouth, you fuck.”

Mihawk narrows his eyes, about to step in and put a stop to his farce of a reunion, when you speak up, voice full of such disappointment that it makes his own heart race. 

“That is enough, Tomura. I wanted you here so that I could get to know you again, not so you could spit and argue like a damn cat. I might have stayed safe if Mihawk had never found me, but I would have stayed alone and hidden from the world until I died. You had twenty years to come and visit me, but you never did. You left me alone, stranded on that island with no one to talk to, no one to comfort me, and I was six! You don’t get to have a say in who I keep company with. You lost that privilege a long time ago.” 

Tomura stares at his little sister in shock, guilt eating at him. You weren’t wrong. He’d left you there and hadn’t even thought about paying you a visit, far too worried that the military would find out about you. Before he can try and defend himself, you soften and reach out to take his hand in your own, your fingers ice cold. 

“I don’t want to fight with you, big brother,” You say, and any ill intent that Tomura has deflated when you call him that, “I want to be a family, and you need to accept that they are a part of that.” 

Tomura takes a second to collect himself. It’s been over two decades, but he is still wrapped around your little finger. He deflates and smooths a hand over his face, giving you a weary smile that you return, “Okay, princess. No more fighting.” 

Mihawk saunters forward, taking up the space just behind you, “Glad to see that you’ve come to your senses, Vice-Admiral. Now, do you want to meet your niece or not?” 

You and Shanks cackle at the gob-smacked look that paints your brother’s face, only laughing harder when he looks at his sister for confirmation, and she nods her head, a smile stretching across her face. Marco steps up behind him and slaps his shoulder, grinning at the stunned man. 

“Don’t worry. You weren’t the only one surprised to know that these two powerhouses were having a baby. I’ll have to tell you about the first time Shanks tried to change her diaper.” 

Tomura grimaces at the imagery, and then he is being tugged inside the house, led through the living room, and to the nursery that’s been set up in the back. The room is painted a soft purple, and a rocking chair in the corner, and there, in the center of the room is a wooden bassinet. You lead him over to it, and Tomura stares down at the new member of his family. 

She is beautiful, her hair a fluffy red just a shade darker than her father’s, those eyes an exact copy of the ex-warlord’s, but everything else was you. Tomura still remembered what you looked like as a babe, the joy on mother's face when she had shown you to him for the first time. There would be no argument over who her parents would be. 

“What’s her name?” He asks and reaches out, trailing his fingertips over the red fluff of her hair, and smiling when the babe gurgles at him. 

“Joyeuse,” you murmur beside him, and lean into his side, your hand joining his own, “Mihawk came up with it.” 

“It’s a fitting name,” Tomura says, and you beam at your big brother. It gladdened you to see that Joy already had her uncle wrapped around her pinky. You knew that any bad blood between him and your lovers would settle in time, though you could still foresee some tense moments happening. But even with the tension, having your brother here makes you happy, your family finally all together. 

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The next couple of weeks are filled with getting to know your brother again, and after a while, Tomura grudgingly begins to get along with Shanks and Mihawk. The three men could be found playing cards with some of the redhead’s crew on lazy days, you watching from the front porch and entertaining Joyeuse with your devil fruit. However, at some point, Tomura needs to leave, to go back to the navy. 

Joyeuse had cried that day on the docks when your family had gathered to say goodbye to her uncle, and you had given him a teary-eyed hug, the babe pressed between the two of you. 

“I promise to visit, princess,” Tomura swears quietly and presses a kiss to Joy’s brow who fusses and scowls up at him like it was his fault that she was upset. 

“You better,” You grumble at him, and then he is pulling away with a wave of his hand. You watched him board the small ship he’d arrived on, and then he was gone, disappearing as the waves pushed him further away from you. 

Mihawk steps close behind you, his hand coming up to cup your waist as he bends to press a kiss to the side of your head, “He’ll be back, my love.” 

You press into his side with a sigh, “I know. I just miss him already.” 

The ex-warlord hums and leads you back through town and up the hill to home where Shanks is waiting for the three of them. Perona takes Joyeuse, assuring them that she can keep the babe entertained while they have some alone time. Tomura wasn’t the only one who would need to leave soon. 

You find Shanks packing a small bag in the bedroom, and your heart lurches at the knowledge that the redhead had to leave as well. Benn had gotten a call last week, and some of the islands under their protection had been raided by an upstart pirate crew thinking that they had found easy pickings. Shanks and his crew were to leave the next morning to go take care of the other pirates. It would be the first time that the redhead would be gone for more than a few hours. 

Shanks smiles when he spots you and stands, opening his arm for you to fall into his side, pressing your face into his chest. Mihawk sits on the bed, watching his two lovers with heavy eyes. He did not wish for Shanks to leave, either, but he knew that with being an emperor, Shanks would always have a responsibility to the people that he claimed under his flag. 

They were still working on finding proper accommodations for you and Joyeuse to call home. While Sphinx was peaceful, you weren’t a fan of the history behind it. Even though it stayed a poor island, people far and wide on the Grand Line would come to visit the island where Edward Newgate was born. He had hoped that Shanks would find a suitable island to stay at.

“I don’t want you to go,” You whine softly against the redhead and clutch him tightly. Everything was perfect right now. You and Joy were safe where you could lavish in your boys’ attention whenever you wanted, and the three of you had just grown closer over the weeks that you were all together.

Shanks sighs and pulls you over to the bed where he flops back, taking you with him and laying his head on Mihawk’s thigh. The other man cards a hand through that red hair, gently scratching his scalp with blunt nails. You shift so that you are draped over him, your face tucked into the crook of his neck. 

“I know baby, and I wouldn’t if this wasn’t important,” Shanks murmurs softly. He hates that he has to leave you right after your brother, but he can’t let some rando pirate crew think that they could encroach on his territory, “You’ll have Mihawk to keep you company, though, and Perona.” 

You know that Mihawk and the pinkette would be here, but it doesn’t make you any less upset that Shanks has to go. You’ve gotten used to having everyone around you, and it hurts to see them leave. You feel him adjust under you, his lips finding the side of your throat and nipping the sensitive skin there lightly. You shiver and rise up to see Shanks looking at you with half-lidded dark eyes, a mischievous smirk on his face, “How about I give you something to remember me by while I’m gone, sweetheart?” 

You flush, heat burning your lower stomach, and you move to sit up, eager for his attention. This was the first time that you’d have the chance to be intimate with either man, for if it wasn’t Tomura stealing your attention, then it was Joyeuse crying for you. You hadn’t minded either, but it had left little time for the three of you to have any kind of alone time. 

“Please?”

Shanks shuffles off of Mihawk so that he lays at the head of the bed. His cock is already hard and aching for you, and he quickly shucks his pants off with an excited grin. The other man shifts to lay on his side, content with watching his two lovers play with one another. You stand to strip off your pants and shirt before you shuffle back up the bed, thighs pressing in on either side of Shanks’ hips. You lean down, lips meeting the redhead's with a soft sigh. 

His tongue presses forward, stroking against your lips and you happily open up for him, tongue meeting his own in a dance of slick muscles. His hand grips your hip, pulling you down as he rocks up into your awaiting heat. You groan and nip his bottom lip, pulling away to smirk down at your lover.  

“Ride his face, darling,” Mihawk rumbles beside the two of you, and you shudder at the thought, pussy clenching around nothing. Shanks makes an eager sound and shuffles a bit down the bed so that you would have more room. Carefully, you scoot forward, knees resting around his head as you hover over him. Mihawk leans forward to watch, eyes bright with interest when Shanks curls his arm around your hip and jerks you down.

“Sit, baby. I'm not gonna break,” Shanks rumbles and you gasp when he licks up your folds, tongue swirling around your clit and making you see stars. Your hands grip the bed frame, head hanging low as your hips snap forward, seeking that delicious pleasure. The redhead groans, pointing his tongue so that he can pierce your leaking cunt. 

The ex-warlord watches in rapt attention, watching Shanks tongue fuck you, watching the way you shake and shiver above the emperor, back arching from pleasure when the redhead suctions his lips around your clit and sucks harshly. You wail, thighs shaking as you come from the suddenness of it, slick coating your folds that Shanks happily licks away with a whine of his own. 

You pull away from the redhead when it becomes too much, and thankfully Shanks allows it. You shift back down the bed, taking his aching length in hand and stroking it from base to tip, free hand pressing against his chest as you lift yourself and then slide down with a hiss through clenched teeth, stuffing yourself with his cock. You don't give yourself much time to adjust, the sting of his girth still present when you roll your hips, groaning when he slips that much deeper. 

“That's it darling rock your hips, make him come undone,” Mihawk rumbles to your left, and you dip your head in a distracted nod, your legs and core working to bounce you up and down the pulsing length inside of you. You crack your eyes open, looking down to see the redhead reach out to grip your hip, his teeth clenched shut as if he was holding himself back from taking control. 

“Fuck, baby,” Shanks croons and he adjusts his legs, scooting his feet up to put you at an angle so that he can snap his hips up, making you gasp and whine when the tip of his cock nudges against that sensitive deep inside of you. He feels you clench around him, feather-soft walls fluttering around his cock and dragging him deeper when you bend forward, resting your brow against his collarbone. He wraps his arm around your lower back, keeping you close as he pistons his hips up, slamming home at a breakneck pace until you are crying out, clenching and shuttering against him as you come. 

Shanks isn't far behind, teeth bared in a snarl, and he pushes as deep as he can go, spilling inside of you and filling your cunt to the brim. You are panting above him, brow furrowed as you slowly sit up, bracing yourself with a hand on his chest. You feel hands gently pushing your hair away from your sweaty brow, and give Mihawk a weak, sappy little grin in return. Carefully, you crawl off your lover and fall to the side with a grunt, your body feeling rung out and exhausted. Shanks rolls so that he can cuddle against you, and Mihawk eases from the bed, a satisfied smirk on his face at seeing his darlings curled up together. 

---

Three weeks after Shanks leaves, you and Mihawk are out on the front porch enjoying cups of steaming tea while Joyeuse naps, when he hears his snail transponder ringing. The two of you share a look, one bemused and the other annoyed before the ex-warlord sighs heavily and stands to go and retrieve the transponder before it wakes Joyeuse. He doesn’t answer the phone until he is back outside, leg crossed over the other. 

Ca-lick

“Mihawk speaking.”

“Mihawk, it’s Crocodile. I heard what happened to your island, bad business that.” 

You perk up, brows going to your hairline as you listen in on the conversation. Mihawk cocks a brow at the transponder. Out of everyone who could have called, he hadn’t expected his fellow ex-warlord to be one of them. 

“Yes, it was rather unfortunate. I was fond of the place, but luckily I wasn’t there when the navy raided the island. Is there a reason why you’re calling?” 

They hear Crocodile laugh on the other end, and then the sound of a strangled squawk that sounds oddly familiar. 

“No beating around the bush with you, eh Hawkeye. Anyway, with the warlords being disbanded, it’s come to my attention that you and I are one in the same. Neither of us trusts easily, so I think that it would be beneficial for us to work together.”

You look at Mihawk in slight alarm. While you weren’t about to ban him from doing what he wanted, you refused to put your daughter into harm's way, and working with Crocodile sounded like it would bring more attention to you and yours than you wanted. Mihawk catches your look and waves a hand, silently telling you to calm down, which you scowl at. 

“And why would I even want to consider that?” 

Crocodile huffs on the other end, the snail rolling its eyes. 

“To create our perfect utopia, of course. The Navy wouldn’t take an organization headed by us lightly. After all, they used to call you ‘Marine Hunter’.” 

Mihawk huffs at the usage of the old name. It’s been years since he had gone by that title, but he can’t deny that the other man speaks the truth. They would make a very formidable pair even without the influence Shanks would inevitably have, “I have better things to do than play at being leader to some ramshackle organization, Crocodile. All I desire is a peaceful life, you know this.” 

“And that’s what the clown is for. He’s been made emperor, so we already have a figurehead to fall back on if things don’t go our way. I’ve got it all planned out.” 

In the back ground they hear another squawk, and this time a voice comes through. 

“Don’t listen to this maniac, Hawkeye! He’s crazy!” 

You can’t help but snort at the sudden interruption, eyes going wide, and you can’t help but wonder if this clown is the same one that Shanks likes to talk about. You couldn’t deny that you wanted to meet him, especially since he was connected to one of your boys.

“Oh, have I interrupted something, Hawkeye?” 

There is a teasing edge to the other man’s voice, and Mihawk narrows his eyes at the snail transponder, “You have actually. I-”

Crocodile cuts him off. 

“This something must be why you continued to disappear for weeks at a time, hmm? Rumors spread like wildfire, Hawkeye, and I’ve heard all about the woman you and Red-Haired Shanks absconded with. Quite the scandal, really.”  

Your heart goes still in your chest, and you share a wide-eyed look with your lover. You knew that it was a possibility that your presence would become more prominent, your lover's were very prominent people after all, but you didn't think it would be so soon. It's only been three months since they found you, and Joy was only around nine weeks. Why couldn't this have come up later, maybe when Joy wasn't an infant? You tune back in when Crocodile speaks again. 

“I'm not threatening you, Hawkeye. I'm simply stating that if I know, then surely the Navy knows as well. What's the saying? Strength in numbers and all that.” 

Mihawk is silent, expression shuddering into a furious expression that makes you shiver. It's rare that anything gets under the ex-warlord’s skin, and this obviously has. He can tell that he is being manipulated by the other man, but at the same time, Crocodile has given nothing but good points so far. As much as he would like, he wouldn't be able to stay here indefinitely, there were still things that he was responsible for, and that would leave you alone. Which was unacceptable after the last time you were left alone. Would he rather risk you being taken again, this time you and his daughter, or would he rather be surrounded by like-minded individuals who would most likely keep the two of you safe? 

Before he can come up with an answer, Crocodile speaks up, tone unusually soft and understanding. 

“Think about it, Hawkeye. You have my number once you come to a decision.”

Ca-lick

The silence is deafening between you, and you bite your lip to keep yourself from saying anything when Mihawk stands, drops the snail, and begins to pace back and forth. You watch him, leg jiggling in anxiousness, and you want more than anything to ask if he is okay, but anyone at that moment could tell that the answer would be no. You are tempted to go inside and retrieve Joyeuse, just to bring yourself some comfort with her soft skin and grabby hands, but the babe doesn't deserve to be in the middle of whatever this is. 

Mihawk is currently in the throes of a mental war. This… organization would keep you and Joyeuse safe, if he was willing to trust Crocodile, Buggy the Clown of all people. Which, granted, he was more inclined to trust the clown on the principle of him having grown up with Shanks on Roger's crew. They were brothers, and if there was one person that Buggy wouldn't betray, it was the redhead. 

But would you be okay with moving to an island filled with unknown pirates? Surrounded by criminals who most likely came from Impel Down? He didn't like the thought of it, but at least there would be others beside him there that could offer you protection, offer you companionship beyond what he and Shanks could provide. It'd also have the added bonus of pissing your brother off, and Mihawk lived for that. 

“Mihawk?” 

Your voice cuts through his internal conflict, and he turns to you, marching forward and kneeling at your side, taking both your hands in his own, “Darling, what do you think?” 

You chew your lip, brow furrowed in thought. Would it be something bad to be surrounded by other people? To have a community, that safety in numbers like Crocodile mentioned? You didn't know, but there wouldn't be a final decision until Shanks was in the know, too.

“Call Shanks. I want his opinion. He's talked about Buggy before, so I'm inclined to trust him, but I don't know anything about Crocodile.”

Mihawk reaches over and snags the snail, rattling off the number for Shanks. It doesn’t take long for the redhead to answer.

Ca-lick

“Mihawk? Everything okay?” 

Mihawk rolls his eyes and shares a fond look with you at the concern the two of you can hear in the emperor’s voice. 

“Everything is fine, Red. Something has come up, however, and we needed to speak with you about it.” 

You listen as Mihawk tells him about Crocodile calling him and the offer to head this organization with the other ex-warlord. He makes sure to mention that Buggy was there in the background but hadn’t said much on account of Crocodile hogging the call. Shanks is quiet on the other end, and if they were with him, you would see the excitement that lingered in his eyes. 

To Shanks, to know that the man, who was his brother in everything but blood, becoming part of his steadily growing family was something that he didn’t realize that he even wanted. 

“Well, I don't think it's a bad idea. I trust Buggy, and Crocodile has always had a soft spot for children. I think it should be up to _, though. She'd be the one alone with them when neither of us can be there.” 

You swallow harshly and then put on a brave face. If Shanks thought it wasn't a bad idea, and Mihawk seemed rather fond of it anyway, then the least you could do was try. 

“I- okay. If that's what you two think is best. I trust my boys to make the right call for me and Joyeuse,” you say and squeeze Mihawk's hand, sending him a tight-lipped smile. 

“We wouldn't do anything to put either of you in danger, baby. I think this will be good for all of us.” 

It certainly took a weight off of Shanks to know that someone he trusted would be able to look after you when he or Mihawk wasn't there with you. And for as much damage Crocodile had done to Luffy when the strawhats had made it to Alabasta, the ex-warlord had helped him escape Impel Down and even protected the boy he cared so much for during the Summit War. 

“He's right for once, darling. If you are ever uncomfortable or don't feel safe enough, then we'll find somewhere else,” Mihawk murmurs and ignores the indignant Hey! on the other end of the line. 

You laugh, easily imagining the pout that Shanks is no doubt wearing. You feel more relaxed at your decision now that you've spoken to both of them more about this, the easy teasing between the three of you settling something in your chest. You talk with Shanks and while longer, the redhead tells you about how easily he'd dealt with the upstart pirates and how he would most likely be home in the next week. 

After Shanks hangs up, Mihawk dials Crocodile's transponder snail. While you listen to them talk, you feel like this is a new chapter in your life, a new beginning to share with your boys and the little girl they have given you. You couldn't wait to see what happened next.

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[2demondogs]

Can you do Arthur and BioKid!reader (prob age around 5-7) where Arthur sent his kid to school (around 1870, school began to become free) because even if he knows he could teach his kid the basics, he wants better for them.

As we know, schools back then did physical punishments. If a kid lacked behind their fellow students, teachers often saw it as laziness and would punish the kid.

Arthurs kid, who was very excited to attend school, came back from it sobbing their eyes out because they were canned (hit) on their hands for not understanding math and begging that Arthur doesn't send them back.

Obv Arthur, being an amazing dad, doesn't send them back and taught them stuff himself.

Weirdly enough I had a very similar experience at that age but in ballet class. Are any of us okay?

Historical accuracy was attempted. Though the image of being dropped off at school on a horse is absolutely hilarious to me. "Okay little buddy here's a cigarette for lunch, I'll clip clop back at 4. Daddy's gonna go rob a bank now. Hyah!!"

Arthur's a cigarette mom tbh. Also this took literally like 2 months for me to get to I'm so sorry LOL I wanted some familial comfort so I was finally in the headspace for it.

Words: 3k Tags: AU - canon divergence, pre-canon (circa 1888), hurt/comfort, it takes a village so the gang's all here too, angst but also a lotta fluff Arthur is just being Arthur (aka a killjoy), gender-neutral reader

Few things in his life have brought Arthur as much pride — in someone else, in himself — as the grin plastered on your face the first day of school.

Boadicea disliked the amount of people, the small kids that tried to stroke her legs before being beckoned away by their parents. Most were used to animals like her, but he could tell the city-bred ones from his own kind: brighter faces, slower walks, cleaner nails. It's the same as their parents, dressed well and sometimes in automobiles.

What an odd gathering these schoolrooms make for. He's always thought it'd be funny to have punted John in the direction of one, but he finds he's had a wrong idea about the crowd. Wouldn't have been as satisfying as he imagined when the man was just a boy, wily and jaded and just like all the other farm kids that he saw trudge in and out yesterday. (Of course, when John showed curiosity about it and asked him what the crowd was like, he told him he was far too stupid to dream of going to school. He is a father, but he ain't John's.)

In another life, he might even stick around to converse with the other parents. He'd pondered it that first day, feeding Boadicea an apple for the trip from camp some miles off and to this building on the edge of town. Arthur wondered if he had had you ten years later, and if he were not so much younger than all these parents, and if you were not so—

Well, misplaced in the world. His own fault. He thinks of it everyday.

He studies the bricks while he smokes and waits at the side of the building, now, early as he was yesterday lest he miss something important. What it would be, he doesn't know. Perhaps he just hopes you'll be given back to him sooner today, because he's coming to realize he's grown fond of knowing exactly where you are. After your mother died, the clinginess is a little more souring than he'd like to feel, so he doesn't study it.

Instead, he flicks ash off his cigarette and considers that it's going to get chilly soon. You've grown since last winter, and he ought to make sure you still fit your coat when he brings you home.

He doubts Grimshaw will mind making you another; seems to like you. Pities you, anyways, because your father is the young, dumb oaf Arthur Morgan. That woman drives him insane, sometimes, but he has learned that she cares in her own way ever since you came along. A certain softness came out in her that, rarely but truly, extended to him, too.

The cigarette is replaced by another by the time the kids begin to pour out of the doors. Youngest first, so there's no wait to see you searching for him.

Already, Arthur knows something is wrong. There's no difference from your usual face, besides whatever calm comes over it when you lay eyes on him— but that calm looks more like an ache for comfort that concerns him, even though he can't tell what, precisely, tips him off. He supposes it's the same thing that changed him to the point of considering your winter clothes, whatever thing makes him a father instead of a simple man.

The ground is tough and sandy below his knee when he drops to one to meet your eyes, brows raised in expectance of some explanation. Even your gait is quicker, your hug tighter; you aren't talking like you were yesterday, let alone grinning, and Arthur pinches his cigarette in his teeth to smooth a hand over your head and back.

That smile had made you seem so grown-up, but now you look so young and small. He takes the smoke from his lips and holds the hand to the side to keep it from your face.

"How's your day, buddy?" He asks, anyways, and frowns when you shrink in his arms and press closer. Peeling away to take a look at you, Arthur runs a hand over the side of your head to brush away your hair. He doesn't see any bruises or scrapes, but still asks: "Y'get in a fight or somethin'?"

You shake your head. His hand is large where it lays on your shoulder, firm and comforting. It only takes a moment for you to give up the silence and struggle to explain.

"She called me lazy," you say.

Arthur's brows furrow. "Teacher, you mean?"

You nod, speaking as if it's difficult not to burst into a shout. Around you, the older kids begin to pour out, but he is only focused on your voice. "She smacked me with a ruler."

"What?" He interrupts.

It comes out harsher than he means it to, and he strokes a hand over your head when you flinch. Jesus, you're on edge if you're flinching at him. Anger broils hot and instant in his gut; he knows very well how most people raise their kids and he had talked long and hard with Grimshaw for yanking on your ear one too many times but regardless, it isn't anyone's place to lay a hand on you. It isn't even his — he isn't Lyle, and you're considerably more of an angel than he ever has been himself — but it certainly isn't anyone else's.

"Where?" His eyes pass over you, searching.

Looking over the handsewn clothes Grimshaw had done-up for you, adorned with those gaudy little buttons Dutch had popped off of some nice suit jackets during a gathering he'd infiltrated some months ago, Arthur feels even more anger. Six years of raising you and dressing you in love.

It certainly is not her right to smack his child. Our child, he thinks, and the fondness only feeds the disgust. Suddenly, he wonders what you didn't tell him the first day, and if some of those wailing kids were sad for more than simply missing mother dearest.

You hold out your hands, backs up. A few knuckles are swollen, and you wince when he traces a fingertip over them to test how badly.

He bites back a sigh. He feels like he should've known this would happen, although not a single one of them has been inside a schoolhouse. Maybe Grimshaw, seems the type, but she never spoke of it. Still, Arthur thinks he should've known it the same way he knows you'll grow out of your coat this winter.

Isn't it what fathers do? Know things? Lyle hadn't been much of a father, but he always knew things.

Is Arthur worse off than him?

"Why'd she do this?" He asks.

Your face is growing redder and redder, flushed with embarrassment and shame. He wishes he had the words to soothe that, but he knows a scolding like this always leaves a certain rawness in a child. He'd had plenty of them himself.

"I was bein'... in— inatten..." The frustration of not being able to remember and repeat the word wells tears in your eyes, but Arthur's heard enough.

"Hey, it's a'right," he hushes, shaking his head. Takes a quick drag and blows it to the side. "Let's get'chu home, okay?"

You ignore him, trying to explain: "I was bad at math."

"Shit, I ain't no good with numbers, neither," Arthur says, and then catches himself. "Don't say shit. Okay?" You nod. A small flicker of your lips into a smile makes him feel better, though you still look like a kicked puppy and it makes his heart ache. "Let's get'chu home," he repeats, and this time you listen.

He's never seen Hosea so displeased.

That's untrue; he has, over gunshots and blood-puddles. It feels like a gunshot to see you burst into tears, curled into the man's chest after Arthur tried to encourage you to talk to him about what happened. He had always been better with words, but he remembers while watching him handle your sobbing that Hosea has always been better with comfort, too.

Hardly had the man picked you off your spot hugged to Arthur's front atop Boadicea — did so yesterday too, and if today was just as happy then Arthur would've been glad to see it turn into a habit — before you broke into tears once more. He had quieted you eventually on the ride with the promise of not returning, although he intended to talk it over with the others before he decided once and for all.

Our kid, he thinks warmly, and then: I feel like a kid myself. Some things come naturally when you have a child, he's finding, but so much of it just doesn't.

"Teacher smacked 'em with a ruler. Poor thing's knuckles are all..." Arthur explains, sighing heavily, waving with a hand in the air as if to say: fucked up. Hosea will jump off that crate he's sat on and smack him if he talks that foul in front of you. At least I'm grown enough to take a flick to the nose, he thinks bitterly. "Doesn't wanna go back, now."

Hosea seems to struggle through the same thoughts as he did, prying your hand off his chest to take a look. It's normal for others, though not for them. Not with you, at least. He can almost see the memories of similar punishments in his eyes. Still, Hosea pats your back and picks you off himself to hold your face.

"You think your Daddy knows everything you need to know, anyways, do you?" He asks.

It's a tease, mostly, humor to get you to stop crying. You're too upset to realize, and only nod. Arthur could cry himself at that. I'm still a kid myself, he thinks, in the back of his mind; Hosea only smiles at him, before righting his expression to look at you.

"I figure we all do," he says. Looking to Arthur, he raises his brows. "You intendin' to try again?"

Arthur sighs, shrugs his shoulders. He doesn't feel so dissimilar to you: vaguely ashamed, upset, embarrassed. "I was gon' ask what'chu thought I oughtta do," he admits.

Almost imperceptibly, Hosea's face softens further. "Well," he says, looks back to you to dry your eyes and wipe your nose with the sleeve of his button-up. Natural-born for a man that's never raised kids this young. "I never was in school, 'n' I'd say I'm quite well-educated."

"Never had a class on humbleness, I see," Arthur says.

Hosea snorts. "Don't listen to him," he says without sparing a glance.

"What's humbleness?" You ask, oblivious.

"Oh," Arthur says, steps forward to ruffle the hair atop your head. "Y'see, Uncle Dutch is real humble."

The other man bites his cheek to stave off a smile. "Arthur," he warns, looking up at him.

But it's a good opportunity to send you off and allow the two of them to talk in private, so he leans over to catch your gaze. "If you go tell Dutch he's humble, I'll give you a dollar," he promises, patting your shoulder.

"Is humble mean?" You ask.

"Y'catch on quick," Arthur says, grinning. John has certainly given you coins to say worse to him, though he found it funny each time. Your face is puffy and red, and he finds it sweet that you paused every other thought going through your head to consider it. "No, it ain't mean, sweetheart. Very nice, in fact."

Very mean to lie about, he thinks, and when you turn on your heel to go and earn yourself a dollar, he knows you will be just fine. Hosea laughs only when you've pattered away.

"Odd critters, kids," Arthur says. He sounds far too fond.

It was an easy choice. It had been a stretch to even take you to school, and the adults had all agreed that you'd likely miss most of it, anyways. They could only change so much about their lives, even if it was no way to raise you.

Sometimes Arthur wonders what it'd be like to live a normal life with you. To find someone to help him raise you proper, like a civilized family. He doesn't speak of it, but he's sure they all know that he wonders. Maybe they do, too. He thinks on it less after testing those waters with school, but once in a blue moon, the dream comes back to him.

Arthur ran into a block, as far as teaching you how to read went. He'd sat you on his lap and tried his damnedest to answer the fifty questions that every sentence of Dutch's borrowed book provoked you to ask, but he had run out of answers very quickly despite it being one of the simplest ones he had to offer.

For the last two days, he has been laying awake at night trying to answer why, exactly, bear means both an animal and an action that seemingly makes no sense. Tried and failed to use Hosea's beat-up old Bible to teach you a few words, because by the second verse it was losing him a little, too. That one made him feel quite stupid.

Hosea is better suited for that, they'd decided. He seemed a little tired being asked to teach yet another person to read, but Arthur knows that irritation is only skin-deep and watches it disappear whenever you're around. When Arthur said he wasn't sure where to start with writing, either, Hosea put a hand on his shoulder and told him the alphabet in a tone that told him he was on his own, unless he really got too lost.

It is fair. Arthur wants to teach you as much as he can, too, finds a sort of warmth about it.

The pride he feels watching you copy the alphabet he'd printed out — as steady as he could, admittedly nervous he'd screw it up and somehow damage your intellect forever, is this what being a dad feels like? — was greater than any he'd felt before. Your handwriting is unsteady, and he has to readjust the pencil in your grip more than once, but by all accounts, it is much easier to answer what sound does this make? than what's a garden?

He lets you work. Arthur likes, too, that this way your first writings will be kept in his journal. He already protects it like a sacred thing; now, it'll probably be on his body or in his pocket until you're old enough to marry someone. Even then, if all goes well, he'll have it.

Oh, how the thought of you growing up distresses him. He can't imagine what you might look like older, even though it sneaks up on him every year come your birthday that your eyes and nose are looking more adjusted to your skull, that your face is sharpening out from baby-round. He could hardly picture John as anything but the scraggly little mutt Dutch dragged back into camp when he had. It's a familiar, more intense fear.

Shit, Arthur doesn't even know what he himself will look like come three year's time.

He's twenty-five and still changing. Will he see what your face settles on?

Is this what it is to be a father?

He thinks so. There can't be any other truth, because he's faced this feeling every time you've hit a milestone. He was glad you didn't need to be carried constantly anymore, but so very depressed that you could walk; he was overjoyed when you said his name clear as day for the first time, but he was terrified at the thought that he may one day be Arthur to you.

It's sad, but it makes him smile when you look up and proclaim that your wobbly rendition of the letter W — dubba-yuh, as you say, he won't ever get over how children always sound like they are drunk — looks almost exactly like his.

Grimshaw and Hosea make a fuss, playing cards at the poker table some yards away. You ignore them entirely, absorbed in your own little world, writing at your own pace. With ears that turn off so easily, he worries about how you'll do hunting. He could've heard Grimshaw asking Hosea in exasperation why he's not cheating, you old fool, from a mile away.

Then comes Dutch, after you've scrawled a few more letters. Walking quiet up to the pair of you sat in the grass outside Arthur's tent, observing from above you before he speaks.

"Arthur?" He asks, and he sounds odd, considering that they're doing nothing unusual.

He looks up. "Yeah?"

Dutch points to the open journal. You look between them, then, interested in whatever is going on now that your dad is involved. "Did you forget the letter Z?"

Arthur squints, looks back at the journal. Oh. His ears turn red, but he only clears his throat. "I mean, who uses Z anyways?" He dismisses.

The prospect of being able to show some kind of smartness beyond a full-grown adult's seems to excite you. "Where's Z go?" You ask Dutch.

He kneels, takes the pencil and book from you to write it in after Y. In cursive. Christ, Arthur thinks, but he doesn't say anything.

"Right here, my dear," he says. Handing you the pencil back, he smiles as you skip over the others to add your own interpretation early. "Now, will you cover your ears for me?" Perplexed, but you obey anyways. Arthur is already narrowing his eyes before Dutch turns to him. "You are a goddamn fool, you know that?"

There's no malice in it, only amusement. He looks positively chuffed, which almost irritates Arthur more than if he truly meant to call him an idiot. "Who even uses Z?" He repeats, waves a hand. "It ain't that big'a mistake."

"I don't know," Dutch scoffs. "A zebra?"

"A zebra?" Arthur says, in disbelief. "You ever seen one for y'self?"

Dutch's brows raise. "Are you—?" His face falls into mock graveness. "Arthur Morgan," he says, feigning disappointment. "You can't be serious."

"Well, have you?"

"I ain't gon' dignify that with a response," Dutch says, turns to smile at you. He always smiles at you, at least, Arthur likes that about the man. He plucks one of your hands off your head. "You're good, now, honey. Keep writin'."

[shy2-29]

Hii I really love your writing style since Taesan has been looking a lil too captivating these days I was wondering if you could turn this small fantasy into a short story 😭❤️

What I envision is like a sweet yet quite boy who likes to tease y/n he has a fair amount of friends and a good social group but towards them he’s more jumpy and immature with you he’s has a bubbly like soft persona. He’s mature and treats y/n like a princess. I was hoping you could add your own twist to this (like you were able to do with the heesung story “why didn’t you text back). Also as mature as he is he has a hard time controlling himself around y/n and can become really clingy with lack of attention. 🧃

OMG WHAT WHY IS THIS ACTUALLY SO GOOD???!

TAESAN AS UR BF ◟⠀ 한동민 ❝　⎯⎯ 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

𝖠𝖫𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖭𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖵𝖤𝖫𝖸    ⸝⸝   “𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽,” — 𝖧𝖺𝗇 𝖣𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇

𝗍𝖺𝖾𝗌𝖺𝗇 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋    ⠀'ㅅ'⠀   (7OO)    ｡   𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉    ..   但    𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀     「 MORE 」

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01. boyfriend!taesan who tries to seem cool in from of his friends, leaving you confused on the personality switch. 02. boyfriend!taesan who praises you for literally everything you do.

“Did you eat yet princess?” “Yeah” “Good girl” | “I just walked the dogs” “you worked so hard y/n, go lie down”

03. boyfriend!taesan who doesn’t let you put on your shoes

he stops you from putting on your shoes as he bends down and grabs it from your hands. “no princess should get there hands dirty”

04. boyfriend!taesan who is clingy around you and whines a lot

“y/nnnnn when will you be home?” | “it’s been an hour, taesan”

05. boyfriend!taesan who likes seeing you wear his hoodies

sneaks behind you and gives you a big back hug as he takes in his own scent mixed with yours | presses gentle kisses on top of your head

06. boyfriend!taesan who does skincare with you

“I look like you when I wear this headband, don’t I? But how come I don’t become a princess when I wear it?”

07. boyfriend!taesan who begs to snuggle up in bed for just a little longer when it’s cold—but you have to go

“five more minutes, please y/nnn! you’re so warm and you smell so good…”

08. boyfriend!taesan who calls you a lot of pet names

“babe, do you have plans today?” | “you look so good like this honey” | “are you cold princess?”

09. boyfriend!taesan who calls you 자기야 (jagiya) — often translated to honey, darling, or sweetie

“jagiya, are you hungry?” | “jagiya, I’ll be home from work soon~ don’t miss me too much”

10. boyfriend!taesan who likes to shower you with kisses

forehead, nose, cheek, lips, neck, hand, ear, etc etc

11. boyfriend!taesan who cares you around

“You shouldn’t waist your energy, here I’ll help” | piggyback, bridal style, more…

12. boyfriend!taesan who loves holding your hand

“see? Don’t your hands feel warmer?”

13. boyfriend!taesan who loves to take photos of you

“let me take a photo of you over there, it’s pretty” | “why don’t I take a photo of you princess?”

14. boyfriend!taesan who flops onto the bed and clings onto you after a long day at work

“y/n I’m exhausted…need my charger” | “mhh, missed you princess”

15. boyfriend!taesan who gets extra clingy when you call someone else cute that isn’t him

“taesan, I need to go use the washroom!” “Is Riwoo actually cuter than me?” “Of course not, you know you’re the cutest” “say it again y/n”

16. boyfriend!taesan who likes to show your parents silly videos he takes of you

“and this is a video of y/n doing ____, it was so cute, right y/n?”

17. boyfriend!taesan who pouts when you ask him to do agyeo when he asks you to do something

“really y/n? right now?”

Cried for hours making this it’s so bad but first bnd Drabble if you have any requests, feel free to ask

tag list: @yxonboon

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

Been a while hasn’t it? I don’t know if you’re still posting for the prompt list but if you are could you indulge a Marko fan and do #16 with him please?

Oh my god, I am so sorry to let this request go unanswered for so long. I'm so sorry for the wait and a happy new year!!! (Seriously, it's been months since you asked this, and I just completely forgot - so sorry!) But yes, I can absolutely make this - I hope you like it!

16. "Come in, please. I'm mad at you, but I don't want you to burn to crisp."

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A sigh escaped me as I laid down on the flat roof of my shed, staring up at the night sky. It was a clear night, and not only could I see the stars and the moon brightly, and if I really stared, I swore I could see an actual nebula. I smiled.

Next to me, a little less relaxed than I by the sight of it, laid my boyfriend. It wasn't that he didn't like stargazing - after all, he had suggested this. He tried his best to relax and to enjoy the night, but I noticed how tense he was. I sat up as I looked at him.

"Are you alright?"

He nodded. "Why shouldn't I be?"

"You look constipated."

"No I don't."

I gave Marko a look that clearly said 'yes, you do', but didn't say anything. "You know that if you're bothered by something you can tell me, right?"

"Babe," he sat up now too, "there's nothing wrong. I'm just hungry."

"We can order some food-"

"Not that kind of hungry."

"Oh." I swallowed, nodding as I was thinking. It had been a short while since he told me what he was, and if I was being honest, it was a difficult thing to wrap my head around. The guy I liked was undead. At least a hundred years old. Somehow, I was still more grown up than him, and it made me wonder if maybe that was a problem sometimes? Not just a night owl by choice, but by natural force.

Needless to say, it was quite a shock to experience that he was, in fact, a vampire. Even though I had managed to wrap my head around the many aspects of his vampiric life, the blood drinking - arguably the main part of his life since it was his literal life source - was one I still felt a little uncomfortable with.

Maybe it was because I knew he'd hunt people like me. Because I knew he'd flirt with them before killing them. Maybe it was because I couldn't fathom the thought of drinking blood. And maybe it was because I was a little scared. Because what if he bit me too? And i hated myself for thinking that because I knew he would never hurt me. I also hated myself for thinking that because a part of me, deep down, hidden far away, found that thought to be incredibly hot.

"If you need to hunt, then-" I was about to say something else but Marko interrupted me.

"I'll be back soon, babe."

With those words he left, and as I saw him fly off, I climbed down the roof, cursing myself for not getting a ladder while climbing up there, and went inside my house. I barely greeted my house mates as I walked past them to my room, locking the door behind me as I entered. There, on the bed laid his jacket. He had dropped it off inside earlier this evening when he found himself bothered by the heat, but now, all alone and quite frankly missing him sinc the left so suddenly, I was beyond glad he left it here.

I changed into my pyjamas, just a tanktop and some shorts, and slid the jacket on. The sleeves were a bit too large for me, but the softness was ever so surprising. The coat was heavy, as i had expected. Marko had added so many layers of patches, chains, and decorations that it almost started to feel like a weighted blanket. I smiled as I pulled the jacket close, laying down on my bed.

It didn't take long before I drifted off to sleep, dreaming a wonderful dream. My window was slowly pushed open, a gloved hand wrapping itself around the windowsill as a figure pulled himself up. Marko climbed in, vamped out but clean from all blood. He smiled at my sleeping form, walking closer and closer until he sat on the edge of the bed. There he leaned over me, leaving a trail of kisses down my cheek and neck, his fangs softly grazing my thin skin.

I shuddered.

I woke up with a quiet groan, feeling another added weight on top of me. Marko was giving me a soft kiss in my neck, and once he realised I was awake, he began to kiss me for real, kissing my lips and deepening the kiss.

I didn't mind, we had talked about this before and I had told him that kisses were fine. I quite liked waking up to soft kisses, but tonight, something seemed different. The kisses were more urgent and more forceful. As I tried to ask him what was wrong, he shut me up immediately, his mouth trailing down my face to my neck and there-

I yelped out in pain as I felt two fangs enter my neck.

He bit me.

He didn't listen when I called his name, didn't react when I tried to pull him off, or when I pulled him by his hair. Only when I slapped him when he didn't react for the fourth time did he look up, his expression frozen in horror.

"Why the fuck did you bite me?!"

"I don't know, I-"

"Forget it," I hissed, glaring at him. I had been clear about this from the very beginning. No biting. "I don't want to see you here again. Get out."

He didn't respond, he just stared at me.

"Get out!"

He disappeared as if he had never even been there, everything still remaining the exact same. I sat up, tears welling up in my eyes. I shook his jacket off, laying it on my desk chair, and went to my window to lock it.

Before going back to bed, I made a small detour to my bathroom, a small space that held the only mirror I owned. I looked into it and saw two puncture marks on my neck. I inspected them closer and saw to my relief that they weren't deep. Still, I thought quietly as I laid back down and pulled the covers over me, he bit me.

A week passed before I saw him again. An agonisingly long week in which I wasn't sure about him, about me or the relationship that the two of us had. I couldn't help but still feeling angry, and little betrayed even. I had trusted him not to do this and yet here somehow did.

I woke up one early morning by the sound of rocks hitting my window. As i lazily opened my eyes I heard the first birds of the day starting their songs, and walked to my window with a slight surprised look. There, outside, standing in the shadows was Marko.

I unlocked my window - the first time that week - and looked at him. I then looked at the sky and realised that the sun was really close to rising.

"Marko, come on!"

"What?!" He called back, not coming any closer.

"Come in, please. I'm mad at you, but I don't want you to burn to crisp."

In less than half a second, he stood in front of me within my room. I quickly closed the window again and pulled the curtains shut.

"What were you doing out so late? You could have burnt!"

"I needed to know you were alright."

"You bit me!"

Marko nodded, looking rather shamefully down to the ground. "I'm sorry it happened."

"Why did it happen?"

"I just fed and -"

"What, you wanted some desert?"

"No! Yes, no," he shook his head, "I wanted to wake you, to spend some more time with you."

"So?" I shrugged. "I don't bite you when I need attention."

"I know! But - I haven't been totally forthcoming to you."

"About what?"

"About what you are to me."

"I thought we were a thing," I sat down on my bed, looking at him. He nodded, so thankfully that wasn't it.

"We are. But-"

I froze. He couldn't be serious. A 'but' in a relationship talk was always a bad thing. Always.

"But what?"

"We're more than that."

I stared at him, not knowing what to say.

"What are we then?"

"You are my mate," he said, leaving no room to argue, "and when I came back and saw you asleep with my jacket on, instinct took over. I needed to make you mine."

I sighed, realising that he really had no ill intentions and was instead acting upon someone vampiric urges. I looked at him, realising how bad he must have felt that it happened. How glad I was that he found his way back here now that the sun was rising outside. He came back. He came to me for safety.

So I looked at him, pulling him closer when I smiled at him.

"You don't need to bite me to know that I'm yours."

[fandoms-in-law]

New Years Visit

Summary: The Harrington's decide to visit Hawkins for New Years and aren't prepared for just how many people are supporting Steve and judging them openly

Author's note: I don't know what this is or why the end of the year makes me want to write about Steve and his parents, but hey, final fic of 2024, Happy New Year Everyone

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It wasn’t often that the Harrington’s were in Hawkins, excluding Steve, that is. They had to network or be in their offices in various states and didn’t see much cause to return when being active managers was a priority for them. A good manager of any level was one that was present in the business and knew their staff by sight at a minimum, as Julia Harrington’s father always said.

Unfortunately following that advise meant neither of them were particularly present in their son’s life, but this year, after reading about the murders and the earthquake they’d declined every invitation for New Years parties and reserved the flights back to Hawkins month in advance. They wouldn’t leave their business without them unless they got the hospital call that their son needed them, but needed to check he was okay.

So after the last Christmas party they’d arranged for their offices, and a few too many delays ensuring Richard had left ways for everyone to get in touch just in case and Julia had double checked she was bringing her latest beauty products they were on their way, hoping Steve would have at least told them if there had been any property damage earlier in the year. Their attempts to call both when the earthquakes occurred and to let him know they were coming home had gone unanswered so far, with the voicemail message being rather unusual in that it cursed someone listening in and didn’t ask for a message to be left at all.

“Who are you and why are you here?” A girl called, spotting them pulling in when she’d been skating further down the road as they passed.

“Richard and Julia Harrington, who are you, young miss?” Richard answered pleasantly, despite her demanding approach.

She looked at them frowning, and hissed as she tugged a bag off her shoulder and it caught in her braid. Julia almost stepped forward to help and compliment the fiery colour of it but paused at a glare. “Babysitter, you didn’t tell us not to visit. Over.” The girl muttered into a radio barely removing it from the bag.

“Why would I? Just come in.” The reply soon came, a light in their entryway turning on despite it being a bright day.

The girl huffed, rolled her eyes and faced their front door with crossed arms, even as she replied into the radio now out of the bag, “So you’re telling me this wasn’t anticipated?”

“Max, who’s out there that he’s backed away from the door?” Another girls voice came through the radio now, sounding cautious.

“We did try to let Steve know we’d be visiting. We wanted to confirm he’s okay and getting time away from our business took a while to arrange.” Julia tried to explain. “How did he disable the ability to leave a message, do you know?”

The girl turned to her with a heavy sigh. “Will and Dustin, am I cursing you for Steve’s parents visiting unexpectedly because they couldn’t leave a message, or should I curse Murray?” She said into the radio again, but smiled at them now. “Hurt Steve and the town will be after you, but if you are here to check on him, that’s fine, come on in.”

They shared a glance, uncertain what to make of this unknown kid taking over greeting them and inviting them into their own home. “Okay, can I know your name? Especially since it sounds like you’re close to our son.” Richard asked, trying to figure out what manners would be best used if this was how they were greeted.

There were more voices coming from the radio now, but the girl didn’t seem to be listening to them as she opened the door to their home and let them all in. “Steve, they’re just here to check on you apparently.”

“But we were having a party tonight.” He mumbled to the woman stood beside him. “Hi Mom, Dad, didn’t expect you home.”

Richard chuckled, hoping that would alleviate some of the tension, “We’ve been told. It’s been too long since we’ve come to see you though. How are things?”

“Things are great, we’re rebuilding Hawkins and are you going to cancel the Party because we really should tell everyone sooner rather than later if so. I’m Robin by the way, what are your names?” Robin greeted, patting Steve’s shoulder and speaking rapidly as she came over, holding her hand out.

“I’m Julia and this is Richard, how many people is the party for?” Julia shook the hand, silently grateful that some expected manners had been shown now, “Would you mind if we joined it since we’re here?”

Robin paused at the question, before carrying on speaking quickly, “Well it’s just family, or the party and their families, I guess, so that’s; Me, Steve, the kids, so nine, Eddie makes ten, then their parents and Holly so Wheelers, Sinclairs, Mrs Henderson, Wayne, Party parents, Did Murray say he’d make it? What about Argyle?” She glanced over her shoulder, counting off people on her fingers, “Forgot Jonathan and Nancy too, so about twenty-three I think? We didn’t invite Mrs Mayfield, did we?”

Steve looked at her, heading into the kitchen before leaning back around the door. “If you’re staying you don’t have to hover in the entryway Mom, just come through. Sorry I’ve changed the place around a bit, assumed since I hadn’t heard from you that I could make the place mine a little.”

“I’d be shocked if you hadn’t, son.” Richard followed him through, noticing the pictures dotted around the sides and a few things scattered on the counters beside serving dishes set out ready to be filled for the party. “Robin called all those people family?”

“We’ve been through a lot together and someone had to stop the kids getting themselves killed.” Steve half explained, focused entirely on finding a page from the notes spread about. “Just twenty, Nancy said she’s not comfortable with parties here so asked Jonathan for a night at the Byers and Argyle missed his flight and doesn’t think he’d get here on time driving. I bet he just doesn’t want to do that drive again, especially alone.”

Robin went to say something in return but was stopped by Julia’s gasp and rapid movement to Steve’s side, “You were hurt? When?” She asked, and now Richard spotted what she had, a healed scar just under the collar of Steve’s sweater.

Steve pushed her hand down gently, “During the earthquake. I got caught in some stuff trying to help out. It’s fine. I thought-” He cut the words off, blinking over whatever he’d been about to say. “I thought the hospital would have called you, but Joyce and Hopper had suggested having someone in town be my emergency contact when I got to know them. They didn’t call you, did they?”

“No, Steve. Were you injured badly?” Richard asked.

The noise Steve made in reply wasn’t understandable, but Robin was nodding, “Not as badly as some of our family, but we’ve got a miracle worker and some damn determined kids who pretend they don’t need the amount of help they should get.” The words were pointedly called over her shoulder.

“I’m coping perfectly. I can even skate.” The girl who’d met them called back before coming through, trailing one hand on the wall. “I’m Max, by the way, and Sorry for being one of the reasons Steve put off getting his injuries properly treated.”

“Wasn’t planning to mention that, thanks Max.” Steve huffed, nudging Max’s shoulder, “So are you staying for a few days? I offered for everyone to stay after the New Years party tonight, is that still okay? I think there’s still enough beds made up.”

Julia smiled at him, “Of course it’s fine. This should be more your home than ours given we’ve got plenty closer to the offices we have to oversee.”

“Stevie! Got some brats demanding they come over early, want me to drag them somewhere to get rid of this excess energy?” A man called from the entryway just seconds before four boys appeared in the kitchen, each staring at the Harrington’s as if judging their worthiness.

Steve watched them for a moment, before calling, “Through here, Eddie. My parents came back for a visit and I think they’re trying group intimidation for something.”

Richard chuckled again, getting a glance from his wife. It was something of a nervous response since most of his associates and staff thought the chuckle meant he was more genial and it reduced their fear more than other nervous responses he’d had when first leading a business years before. “I didn’t realise you’d become so loved, or that coming to visit and hopefully catch up with my son would involve so many people checking if they’ll let us.” He said, glancing around the kids in the room and back to Steve.

“Nancy said she’ll come by tomorrow to pick me up and talk with you then.” One of the boys said.

Steve groaned, “They’re my parents, can we stop with the threats?”

“I’m not going to threaten them. Hopper will do that for all of us.” One of the kids stated.

A man had appeared in the doorway and laughed at the comment, “Pleased to see you exist, Mr and Mrs Harrington, I’m Eddie and these shitheads are going to introduce themselves now.” He waved, voice changing slightly as he spoke to the kids.

~

Richard collapsed into the sofa in their room, “So, guess we’ve missed a lot.” He said on a sigh.

“And we’re not being told how much,” Julia agreed. “Also apparently everyone believes I travel with you to stop you cheating.”

“What?” He sat up, turning to her.

She laughed lightly, “Robin asked me about it since it’s one of the things Steve hates being compared to you because of. Small town gossip at its worst almost.”

He relaxed back for a moment, thinking over everything they’d heard over the evening, “Only almost because of how Eddie was spoken about?”

“Yep, also are we mentioning to Steve that we saw their kiss?” The question was offhand, but that had been the reason they weren’t downstairs still, saying goodbye to all the guests even if they hadn’t really played hosts over the evening.

“We probably should, just to let him know we still accept him.” He decided after thinking it over. “Though he’s got other conversations to have before then I think. That boy ran from him soon after.”

Julia laughed again, “But he’ll get the date soon enough. Eddie loved talking about him almost as much as he enjoyed discussing that fantasy game with the younger teens there.”

“No doubt about that.” Richard agreed, still thinking over all the evening and the veiled threats and insults that had been directed at them over how hand off they’d been in raising their son.“Perhaps we should schedule two trips home each year now. See Steve a little more in this life he’s made without us.”

She smiled at him nodding, “That would be nice.”

[aziraphales-library]

Hi, there!

First I wanted to point out that your curation is absolutely incredible. Good omens has made me return to reading more often after a time when I had missed it. It was pretty hard getting back to it and having this gallery of stories available is something that helps a lot. Thank you, really.

I send this message to make a request and a recommendation. I just read "through the silent wood" by summerofspock on aO3 and it's simply incredible. my request is, in fact, for recommendations of other stories with a supernatural theme, more specifically those that unfold narratives with creatures, such as the fey or forest entities.

Thank you in advance, I love your work!

Hello! We have a #fantasy au tag with lots of fics like this, including the one you've mentioned (as well as other popular fics people will say I've forgotten so please check the tag!). Here are more to add to the collection...

Fair Fell by orphan_account (NR)

Crowley was not liked well in his village, but he finds solace in the woods with his friend Fell and his Mother's paranoia.

Sing Me A Song by TawnyOwl95 (E)

A beast has been attacking human and fae alike. Changeling Crowley sets out to kill it, convinced that if he returns to Tadfield-in-the-Wold a hero, the humans will finally accept him for who he truly is. Aziraphale has been a Tribute since he was a baby. A human child chosen by the Fae for his beauty, he is now too old to be valued by them. He hopes that by killing the beast the only family he's ever known with come to love him. Brought together by a shared goal, they soon discover they have much more in common than they realised.

Help, I Accidentally Married a Fae by fruchox (T)

Crowley hadn't meant to fall through a Faerie and into an accidental marriage with the Fae Ruler, Aziraphale. It's just that, as time passes, and as they overcome the problems that stand in front of getting Crowley home, he's not sure he wants to go back to his world after all.

The Loneli(ness) of a Wild Loch by Kedreeva (T)

Crowley has long enjoyed his peaceful, human life as the owner of a local pub on the shore of the Loch Ness. The only problem is that it's all a lie, and Aziraphale - the new cryptozoologist in town - has come to find the truth.

Act In Haste by Starlightdreamerstar (M)

Aziraphale’s father is dying and he can’t bear it. In the depths of his grief he remembers the stories his mother told of the Fair Folk and he runs into the woods, hoping to barter for a cure. But what happens when his offer is accepted by one of the Fae? Can he live with the deal he struck? And can his siblings be stopped before it’s too late?

one, two princes kneel before you by rainbowumbrella (M)

The man’s brows pinched together. “I’m not sure that I understand, I’m afraid. Do you need - oh, surely you don’t need me to go out and take a soul? I’m certainly not willing to do that.” “Nah, nothing quite so crass. Care to tell me your name?” asked Crowley. “Aziraphale,” answered the man, and something unmistakably shifted in the air. A deal with a fairy leaves Aziraphale with one month to find a suitable spouse in the fairy world. As the one who sealed the spell, Crowley takes an interest in this particular deal.

- Mod D