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âme sœur ﹙l. jn﹚

❛ âme sœur ❜ means soulmate in french.

synopsis . . with the new responsibilities as the kings courtier, you find yourself at a crossroad where you can't exactly determine your feelings for your childhood friend.

pairing . . king! lee jeno × courtier! male reader

genre . . royal au, fluff, some angst, some humor, childhood friends to lovers, medieval.. kinda

warnings . . some profanity, just mentions of forced marriage, somewhat inaccurate depictions of the medieval era, our main leads are SICK

word count . . 4.9k

notes . . take this mess that was meant to be something.. that eventually became nothing but some royal childhood friends to lovers conglomerate that could've been more specific but it was never going to get that far 🤷‍♂️ in light of my obsession with french phases (considering i literally am forced to learn the language) and obsession with putting every nct member in a royal setting, this is for jj 💗 only three scenes.. but it was never going to be more anw

THE SCENERY IS ENCHANTING, lavish gifts, lavish cakes, lavish everything. the wealthy are extra, even extra for the king— well, newly turned king. he was still a prince no more than a few hours ago, you were right there when he was overwhelmed about his own coronation, it's only been an hour and a half since this event has began, yet you've already found yourself at the receiving end of many personal inquiries.

who thinks to ask you about the king? you've been his friend longer than his advisor.

"no marriage? this is blasphemous!"

and of course, lee donghyuck can't keep himself away from a glass of wine. he's far from sober at this point, which draws a small chuckle out of you, the use of the word 'blasphemous' amusing you out of your dissociative episode. "i'm sure he'll be fine".

"he's lonely y/n" he slurs, twirling the glass of wine in his hands, an anxious gasp leaving your lips at the sight. good god if he drops something you're going to kill him. you promised him this day would be perfect, he had already been so worried about it for several months, you had to make sure nothing went wrong. "do you see how sad he is?"

"not sad, just worried".

another sip of the wine, a sigh releases from your lips, he's going to have to be carried home tonight, but the thought of that vision makes your lips turn up. it's pretty hilarious. "how boring, marriage is important!"

you allow for yourself to get distracted by the many treats which litter the expensive dining table. you scrunch your nose, unable to work up an appetite. now you feel nervous. what is that even about? it's not like today is your coronation.

"you sound like your mother" you mutter, teeth biting into your inner cheek. "can't you just be happy for him?"

lee donghyuck snorts, his breath reeking of grape juice. "i am happy for him, just pointing out the obvious".

"the obvious isn't always correct".

"at least someone here is reasonable" na jaemin is exhausted, and donghyuck laughs at the expression of misery on his features. "i swear all the people here are on the same mission, trying to set up young debs with the new king, do they realize how ridiculous they sound?"

"they'll never get out of their own heads".

jaemin hums, sharing a weird look with a certain lee who can't stop his wasted giggling. "is he insane?"

"the wine is adding to his idiocy tonight".

as soon as you say that, lee donghyuck lets out yet another overdramatized laugh, not his last drunken chortle of the night unfortunately. you lightly grimace, put off by the behavior. "you haven't happened to see our beloved king have you?"

you offer a shake of your head. "not since before the coronation anyway, i thought he would've been hard to miss".

"well he is hard to miss, he's a spectacle".

you let yourself snicker, giving a mere glance at the strawberry scones on the table. "you make it sound like you have feelings for the guy".

"don't take my word out of context, a beautiful man is a beautiful man".

you simply smile at that, jaemin can certainly speak the truth on some occasions. he scoffs, just barely fighting back a gag. "i hate strawberries.."

"not on his coronation day, nana, you're gonna stress jeno out".

na jaemin gives an incredulous look, his stare reminiscent of those he sends donghyuck. "you're on first name terms with the king?"

you laugh, just a little bit of disbelief hidden in the sound. "we've all been friends for years, wouldn't it be strange if i wasn't?"

"considering your his courtier now, it seems weird".

"jeno isn't like that".

jaemin hums. "i guess you know him best" he scans you up and down, a bubbling thought in his head itching to leave his mouth, but he decides against it last minute, picking up a sweet chocolate tart which he takes a bite out of. "let me know when you catch sight of him, i've been meaning to talk with him".

you only offer a nod in return, and when jaemin turns on his heel, donghyuck jumps up to follow quickly behind him, annoying the other to no end. "give me a tart minjae-ah! pleaseee!?"

ah, donghyuck sober is no different than donghyuck drunk.

considering you still couldn't work up an appetite, you entertained yourself by conversing with the people around you. gossip is high, other people can't really do anything but worry about what their king is doing. you somehow manage to make it through an intense conversation before the ones whispering realize that you indeed are the king's right hand man, you can't lie, their reactions were priceless.

it wasn't as easy to turn down dance invites as you assumed, you aren't exactly the prized possession of this gathering, but when people have a dance opportunity, they'll take it. you can't believe the amount of polite smiles you've faked tonight, it's astonishing.

but with no sight of the king, you couldn't exactly refuse advances for long, the excuses took much too long to form. you danced with at least three woman, one of them specifically curious about the details of the palace's pastries (as if you knew anything about that, you just enjoyed watching treats bake in the oven). she almost spun it into an opportunity to ask if you were single, an opportunity that you quickly rushed away from with the excuse of needing to go find the king.

not that much of a lie, but you couldn't exactly find another way to escape the situation. you gave her one last twirl and rushed off to another corner of the ballroom, good lord the king couldn't be more invisible today, on coronation day of all days too? you haven't seen him in hours.

"you look lost".

you jump from your spot, startled by the sudden voice. you only relax when you catch sight of the one man you've been searching for the entire night. "good lord jeno! don't do that!"

the newly appointed king smiles, eyes forming into crescents. "sorry, i couldn't resist".

your eyebrows furrow, indignation in your eyes. "do you know how long i've been looking for you? i assumed you bailed on your own coronation".

"you think so lowly of me" jeno sighs, batting his eyelashes excessively. "mother was being hard on me".

you narrow your eyes. "i'm sure it's just the usual, she's looking out for you".

"it's all piling up pretty quickly though, this room is so.. hot don't you think?"

jeno's eye twitches, the irritation getting to him quickly. "it's only a few more hours, i can get through it".

he's muttering, a clear indication he doesn't exactly have faith in his own words. his habits are customary for you to pick up on, your teeth sink into your bottom lip, you have to distract him.

"hey, did you know they made strawberry scones?"

you whisper the word of the baked treats, a little nod to a joke you two have. jeno immediately snickers, looking down at the floor. he almost looks astonished, as if he couldn't believe such a thing. "scones? you're serious?"

"so serious".

all jeno can do is sigh, not exactly disappointed, but not exactly impressed either. "i can't even eat anything, is it really that weird i don't want marriage at this time in my life?"

"they say most kings need queens".

jeno scrunches his nose, those words upset him clearly. "i thought mother would be angry but it's just everyone else.. i can do well on my own, i have you by my side".

you can barely fight your smile. you always wonder why he decides to say things like this, your heart pounds against your chest. maybe their just normal words to him, but to you? they aren't just words. they're so much more. if you feel the room grow hotter, no one should know that.

"you're bound to do well anyway, i'm just a little tick at your side".

"there's no need for such irrelevant words, you're much more than that".

you let another sigh leave your lips, he's so sweet, the man you've known for as long as you remember is simply the same sweet boy you met while sneaking through the kitchen to eat cake in the wee hours of the night. nothing has really changed.

lee jeno is simply wonderful.

"oh you flatter me" you choose to respond, fanning your face to accompany your dramatic tone of voice. "choosing me as your courtier? surely there were better candidates".

"no one was better than you, it was barely a challenge".

he doesn't glance at you, instead focused on the many decorated tarts on the table. "i cannot stomach these".

you chuckle. "you could at least try them".

"i might vomit".

"don't be so vile your majesty" na jaemin places a light hand on jeno's shoulder. "give credence to the chefs".

"i'm not demeaning their efforts, it looks good yes but i can't eat anything right now".

"it's not just you.."

your silent mutter earns a small smile from jeno, and he sighs. "i see none of you have a shortage of admirers, courtesy of our new king of course".

those words just get the slightest hint of a chuckle out of you, your shoulder shaking as you try to hide your laugh. you miss the incredulous look jeno gives you, too amused by the comment.

"are you actually laughing at that?" you only laugh again when you hear the offense in his tone. you can barely contain your giggles, but you have no idea why the statement is so funny.

"no not at all" you shake your head midway through your fit, mouth twitching as you try your best to stifle your smile. "i would never".

jeno narrows his eyes, and you just barely make it through eye contact without breaking under his gaze. "see? y/n enjoys my joke".

"it wasn't even a joke".

jaemin lets out a loud 'hmph', just the slightest bit upset. "you don't understand my comedy your majesty".

jeno sighs, why is he even beginning to argue with him? it's all useless anyway, he's just running into a wall. "maybe you won't come to another event at the palace then".

you almost laugh again, but jeno glares peripherally, so you suck in a breath.

"what a snippy king you are, surely you'll get along with your subjects".

"is that your attempt at sarcasm?"

"nope, just a show of truth".

jeno scoffs, an eye roll being his silent response to jaemin's smile. you glance between the two, sensing a budding tension. you have to kill this.

"you haven't happened to see mark have you?"

the na suddenly brightens, a light bulb going off in his mind. "oh you're correct! i have to discuss kingdom relations with him! you're a blessing y/n, enjoy your night your majesty!"

jeno narrows his eyes, irked at the exaggerated pitch of his voice. you simply smile, waving him a goodbye as he skips away, the man beside you immediately scoffing once he's far enough of a way. "he's truly a.. character".

"i think eccentric is the word you're looking for".

"you truly do get me l/n".

you chuckle, feeling your cheeks flare up.

it's just the heat of the room, it's just super hot in here, i'm being squeezed to death by this suit.

yeah, what an amazing excuse.

"if you aren't gonna eat, then what exactly do you plan to do?"

"i originally wanted to use feeling bad as an excuse to avoid dancing but.." he pokes your shoulder, motioning toward a group of woman eyeing him like candy, he probably wouldn't be able to escape them if they decided to come over. "they know i'm feeling just fine" he whispers to you, and you stifle your laughter by putting your head down.

"you can just turn down advances, you know".

"as if you don't make excuses to scurry away from waltzing, i know how you play".

you lightly nudge him, he did get you there. his lips turn up in victory, and you resist your eye rolls. "you're ridiculous, your majesty".

jeno furrows his eyebrows. "don't call me that".

"it's your title".

jeno's lips press into a thin line. "it sounds lousy coming from you".

"lousy?" you probably would be offended if not for knowing jeno.

"it doesn't make any sense, we've been friends forever, don't just switch like that".

"i'm technically your staff now".

"you'll always be my friend first.."

you don't even fight your smile at this point. did you say lee jeno was wonderful already? oh who cares? he is. he is so wonderful. in his own strange way, his eyes sparkle as he stares, a barrage of stars hidden in his irises. "okay jeno, i see".

jeno hums, again glancing at the center of the room. he scratches at the pure white tablecloth with his nail, you can practically hear him thinking. "would you like to dance?"

you blink, completely puzzled. "what?"

now it's his turn to laugh at the expression gracing your features. "i'm asking for a dance, with you".

"you usually dance with your staff?"

"you're more than that, don't start".

he holds out his hand, beckoning for you to take it. waltzing with the king? you've surely been blessed tonight. his empty hand practically speaks to you, begging for you to take it. you have nothing to lose y/n, there is no need to be nervous about it y/n.

you stare for a moment, the skin of his hand looks soft.

you sigh, you really can't resist lee jeno. you take his empty hand, your fingers intertwining as they fall together. his hands are just as soft as you imagined they would be, how fitting.

"you agreed without a single indirect comment".

"i'm simply speechless".

jeno seems amazed by such a prospect. "and why is that?"

"you want us to dance? is there any specific reason?" you lace both of your hands together, sighing in contentment as you begin stepping in motion.

"does there have to be? i happen to enjoy dancing with my friends".

friends, right.

"you just sprung it on me all of a sudden, i'm a little puzzled.." you mutter, successfully able to avoid his eyes considering you had to worry about not stepping on his feet.

"you can't see how attractive you are, y/n".

see this? this. how does lee jeno expect for you to act sane when he says stuff like this? does he even consider how you're feeling? how do you let him get away with this?

you let a breath fall from your lips, making sure to focus on the rhythm. "oh.. and you can?"

"it all just comes down to how i see you through my eyes".

is this some sort of romantic thing? is this a build up for him to ask for your hand in marriage?

now why would you ever assume that?

your about to inquire once more, and jeno senses that, because he cuts you off. "is there a reason to question it? you should've read my mind already".

"things can change, i assumed any of the other pretty women would be your pick".

jeno finds that amusing, indicated by the way his lips turn up to reveal a smile. "can't you stop questioning my decisions now? you're my right hand, i think it's obvious why i chose you".

you stare, mouth going dry. you pretty much have no responses left, you can't fight him on it anymore.

"you're sometimes an enigma to me".

and maybe lee jeno doesn't know how to respond to that one.

IT'S NOTHING SHORT OF overwhelming, you'll never be able to understand what jeno is feeling, but you can practically feel the anxiety permeating from him. he takes all the kingly responsibilities with fear hidden behind his eyes, it's a lot, and maybe he feels as if he isn't ready yet. you can sense his thoughts at this point, lee jeno is an open book to you.

"you haven't slept yet?"

"hard to sleep at a time like this" jeno mutters, caressing the material of his nightgown. he admires the night moon through the window, the light pretty much illuminating the whole kingdom. "i didn't mess up did i?"

"mess up what? you're spectacular".

he doesn't look away from the window, simply makes eye contact with you through the glass. "i want to make sure everything is okay, can't fall asleep feeling so.. nauseous".

"do you want tea?" you inquire, fingers beginning to pick at your nails.

he immediately shakes his head. "no need to bother the castle staff".

"i mean.. i could make you tea".

"don't waste your time" jeno replies, finally peeling his eyes off the moon to walk over to his desk.

you snicker. "it always helps you sleep, don't want to be sleepless at your first meeting as king".

"you're really taking that advisor role seriously now".

"there's a difference between being an advisor and being a friend who looks after you".

"you're really beginning to blur those lines.." he states with a hidden feeling of distaste.

you raise an eyebrow, puzzled. is he angry with you or something? he doesn't exactly seem pleased by your presence. a small breath falls from your lips, a breath jeno hears. "clock's about to strike midnight, make sure you get sleep".

"can't you stay for a while?"

you pause at that. okay, so maybe you're wrong. maybe he isn't exactly sick of your presence, maybe you aren't as good at reading him as you assumed. "how long is a while supposed to mean?"

"just until i get sleepy".

so he just wants to talk, alright, you can deal with it. "it isn't tea that helps me sleep, it's you".

the words seem too honest to have any feigned meaning. you can believe he isn't just uttering them to please you, he continues to catch you by surprise. he sits beside you, a heavy sigh falling from his lips. "i'm afraid of not fulfilling everything my father did, it's scary how fast it all is going, what if i don't do well?"

"well there's no need to worry" your hand graces his, but your eyes avoid his. "even as a prince you were at the top of it all, you aren't your father, and i know you're going to be exceptional, i'm right here, you know i always am".

jeno stares, fully taking your hand and basking in the warmth of the feeling. "choosing you as my courtier was a good idea.. you understand me".

"is that flattery i hear?"

"simply the truth.." jeno mutters, fingers softly intertwining with yours. "were like soulmates aren't we?"

ah. there's that word.

soulmates. is that really what you two are? is that the essence of your bond? you two fit. even the king thinks so.

"soulmates?" you whisper, not really looking for an answer, simply trying to figure out exactly why he decided to say that word.

jeno hums, agreeing with your question-not-question. his finger caressing the back of your palm, there's a certain feeling hidden in that hum you can't exactly decipher. it must be pleasantry, maybe satisfaction, you have no idea how to read him at the moment, and that prospect sends alarm bells ringing through your mind.

what is going on?

"mother told me certain people are simply made for each other, sometimes i feel as if the world handed you to me, you're my symbol of luck".

your lips press together, words dying in your throat. jeno doesn't mind the silence, simply basking in the air of the room, your hands squeezing against each other.

a small gust of wind drifts in through the open window, his eyes closing momentarily. "you say things that confuse me sometimes.."

"it's late, i'm overwhelmed".

your hands stay the together, the puzzled nature of your mind not exactly willing itself away. "maybe i'll take you up on that offer for tea".

you light up immediately, the upward curve of your lips being parroted by your eyes. "i'll come with you".

your chuckle is breathless, and your fingers slip from his, catching just the smallest slight of his smile dropping in your peripheral vision. "it's so late, though".

jeno uncharacteristically snorts, slipping on a thin layer to protect him from the cold. "i assure you that the night breeze won't take me away".

your narrow your eyes, opting to scrunch your nose at his show of sarcasm. "alright then, come on" you offer out your hand, an action reminiscent of the very one he performed earlier tonight when asking you to dance.

he takes your own hands rather quickly, the comforting feeling of your intertwined fingers is homely, something you two have both found comfort in with the long stretch of time consisting of your friendship.

it's a firm hold, one that could provide you enough safety and security in a terrible place.

"holding hands with your advisor must be typically frowned upon".

it's joke, tease on the tip of your tongue as you two walk the wall with your fingers intertwined, appearing as some sort of couple.

you'd be a pretty cute couple, you consider.

jeno closes one eye as he contemplates his next fit of words, but there's a strange smile on his face, whistling in the air. "i don't care what others think".

your chuckle is again breathy, and you decide to stick your gaze onto the floor.

lee jeno is a huge enigma, yes, but figuring him out is about the most engaging thing you can say works.

THOUGH LEE JENO IS a sweetheart, he is also just infuriating in the worst way possible. weeks pass from his coronation, kingly responsibilities seemingly taking years and years from him. you thank the ones above for jeno having chosen you as his courtier, because if you simply remained a regular noble, you wouldn't see him for hours upon hours of eligible days.

jeno has never been good at taking breaks, and the hours he spends locked away behind the stupidly large doors of his father's former office clearly indicate you of that.

you can barely contain your eye rolls when he makes up excuses at breakfast, his eye bags growing much more prominent as the weeks pass by.

you bite your tongue once he sends you occasional glares, your worries now kept in your mind.

you're an advisor, yes, but you can barely even attempt to bring up his newly terrible routine without him shutting you down.

it's an order, lord, you really want to punch lee jeno sometimes.

"donghyuck takes me for a fool, can you believe that?" your irritation is endless as you suck your teeth, dropping a stack of papers atop jeno's desk.

jeno leaves your inquiry unanswered, your eyebrows raising in retaliation to that silence. his eyes trail off into the darkness of the shrouded night sky, fingers tapping on the stack of papers placed onto his desk. "hello? someone in there?"

jeno glances in your direction, and you suck your teeth, irritation skyrocketing. "what's wrong?"

your tongue prods at the side of your cheek, arms crossing defensively over your chest. "i should be asking you such a question".

jeno narrows his eyes accusingly, and you manage the nicest scoff which can escape your lips. "jeno, midnight is rounding the corner".

"i'm not tired".

"yes you are".

jeno's glare settles something terrible in your stomach, your hands dropping at your sides. you lick your teeth, rolling your eyes. you step closer to him, turning his chair around. "are you going to try to convince me all the exhaustion is a front?"

"i'm.. fine".

"you're typical word of choice" your arms cross above your chest, disappointment etched on your features. your hands settle on his shoulders, and jeno simply watches as you keep him grounded in his place. "when was the last time you slept?"

"is sleep really that important?"

"is sleep really that important?" you mock with your hands on your hips, slapping his shoulder with a curse on the tip of your tongue. "you're an idiot".

"i can have you beheaded, you know".

"try me" you bite back, hand again trailing onto his shoulder. "it's time for you to sleep".

his fingers grasp at your wrist rather quickly, an immediate act of defiance. of course. your glare is as quick as it is tired, but you don't immediately attempt to escape his grip, instead scrunching your face. "you're acting like a child".

"i still have things i need to do".

"things you can do in the morning, you shouldn't argue with me".

how is it always that when you question his well being he chooses to fight you on it? you find that spectacle of him to be the most infuriating. "i think part of being king is learning to sacrifice the luxury of sleep".

you tsk, shaking out of his grip. "that isn't exactly convincing".

"it wasn't meant to be".

you question his integrity, licking your teeth. "jeno, as your trusted advisor, i advise that you need a good twelve hours of sleep".

"i haven't been awake that long".

"almost two days whole is pretty long" your eyelashes flutter, extending out your hand for him to take. "it's a good time to sleep now".

jeno sighs. "y/n".

"jeno" your teeth grit, right eye twitching at his stubbornness. "sleep, now".

it's astounding how easily the king follows your orders, you assume it's something concerning your tone, maybe it's the way you stare that gives him the unknown feeling of being small. jeno takes your hand, intertwining your fingers together.

you click your tongue at his eventual obedience, gaze softening. "you could at least not look at me like.. that".

you cast him a look. "it's not like i threatened you".

jeno narrows his eyes. "i'm inclined to disagree".

"nothing physical happened, you can't make a case against me".

he doesn't seem to like the display of sarcasm. "you seem quite content with that outcome".

"i didn't say anything".

your pointer finger completely directs itself in front of his face. "if i find out you aren't sleeping".

jeno finds this display to be the one of amusement. "now this is a threat".

you merely tilt your head. "maybe i'll finish you off myself, then you'll finally sleep".

jeno's gasp is of audacity, yet your grip nor your pointer finger neither falters. "that's awfully sweet of you to say".

you pay no mind to the sarcasm thrown your way, squeezing his fingertips that just happen to be pressing against yours. "a good king won't risk fainting at his upcoming announcement, get to sleep, it shouldn't be that difficult with all of this fatigue coursing through you".

"y/n.."

"jeno, quiet, i care, just.. sleep, i'll take care of everything".

"you don't have to".

you, again, scoff. "it's my job, jeno" your hand graces his shoulder, gaze still. you look even more exhausted than he is, sucking a breath between your teeth. "besides, i'm always here".

jeno pauses, staring at you with a gaze that you could only describe as.. loving.

affection, in all it's forms, has always been apart of your friendship. from the moment you two met as kids, it was established in the air, no words having to be said, just actions having to be performed.

your eyes don't stray from him, and neither does his from yours, it's a silent exchange that settles into the air, nothing verbal, simply stares.

stares can mean a lot apparently.

"i know".

you raise an eyebrow, watching him contemplate his next course of speech. "are you gonna stay with me tonight?"

you blink. "would you like for me to?"

jeno keeps your hands locked in place, forbidding your fingers from slipping apart. it's important to him that they don't. he remains standing before his bedroom door with your fingers intertwined, it's something that seems to be a tradition at this point.

"i'd love for you too".

love. love. love? that's what it must be.

maybe that explains why, even in all his mystery, lee jeno is simply so alluring. it's love. it isn't the replica of love that you felt for him back when you were young and naive, no, it's grown into something more.. determined.

you're in love with lee jeno, which, when you think about it, isn't as much of a revelation as any other result that could've been the case. your lips part, and you clear your throat as to keep your words to yourself.

you opt to sigh, letting your gaze fall to the floor. "give me a minute".

and you can't help your smile when jeno smiles, it's simply to difficult to ignore.

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emilover-1 · 7 months

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Why Mori indirectly killed Oda + Why he led Dazai out of the pm

A very short analysis

Killing Oda was the most logical solution, it was; to kill a lower member or to kill more pm members that possibly were higher rank, it didn’t make sense, and even Dazai in the light novel dark era recognized it:

Dazai glances at the at the muzzle still pointed at his face, following which, he turns back towards the center of the room, standing right in front of Ougai, quietly speaking. “I’ve been thinking. Between the mafia, Mimic, and the Black Special Ops Forces, who is the one manipulating these three organizations? When I realized Ango was a member of the Special Ability Department, I reached a conclusion. That conclusion was that this is the Special Ability Department’s plan. Their motive was to let the mafia and Mimic, two illegal organizations causing the government a headache, to kill each other off. If they were lucky, they would both perish together – I thought this was a playbook written by the Special Ability Department, that this was the real reason behind this war. But I was wrong.” Dazai pauses after these words, looking at Ougai. Ougai smiles, shrugging his shoulders, “I’m listening.” “The person who painted this picture was you, Boss. Using the illegal organization Mimic as a threat, you pulled the Special Ability Department onto the negotiation table. And the pawn in the center of this plan was Ango.” Dazai speaks with half lidded eyes. “Boss, the reason you sent Ango to infiltrate Mimic’s ranks was not to obtain information on Mimic. Because you knew that Ango was a spy from the Special Ability Department from the very beginning. Am I right?” Ougai does not affirm or refute this, only saying, “Huh.” “If you think about it that way, the meaning behind several truths will change accordingly. At the same time Ango passed us insider information on Mimic, he had to pass that information on to the Special Ability Department as well. They are undead ghosts that will not listen to negotiations or compromises, only seeking a battlefield. Such danger cannot be compared to the mafia. If this went on any further, conflict would break out between them and the government agencies. This is what the Special Ability Department thought. The next thing they thought of was to fan the flames of war between Mimic and the Port Mafia, manipulating matters by leaking information to Mimic through Ango. As long as Mimic bites the hook, the mafia has no reason not to fight back. Based on this line of thinking, they instructed Ango to engage in combat – all according to your plan.” “You’re overestimating me, but it’ll still be troublesome for me.” Ougai smiles. “To the mafia, the government agencies are also a demon-like existence, an opponent that cannot be manipulated easily.” “That is why you would come up with such a large scale plan – Because the value of that envelope is worth all that effort.” Dazai points to the black premium envelope beside Mori’s hand.

pages 125 and 126 of the light novel

By what they talk about, its pretty obvious that Dazai recognized it was a logical solution, yet he had got very attached, Dazai has little to no problems in using people, but the problem was that Dazai had got too attached with Oda. Not to mention that getting the envelope was beneficial to the port mafia, it was like getting rid of two birds with a stone or however it is said, and as I've said a lot of times, Mori goes to the option that benefits everyone in Yokohama or at least to the pm.

He is called "The one who fell to the optimal solution" isn't he?

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Why Mori led Dazai out of the pm

This is more of what I believe but I still wanted to include it

Mori led Dazai out of the pm because of two reasons:

He was afraid Dazai would aspire to take his position as a boss

He wanted Dazai to learn a lesson

It's mentioned that he is afraid of Dazai so we aren't going to talk about this topic right now, but about the lesson topic; Mori wanted Dazai to become more like him in case Dazai were to take the boss position, but Mori didn't thought that Dazai had grown that attached to Oda, and while Dazai did recognize that killing Oda was the most logical solution, he didn't like it, he would have preferred that more members had lost their lives than Oda losing his, and therefore to Mori; Dazai didn't want to learn the lesson.

Thank you for reading

I got the quotes (if it can be considered that) from this pdf, i hope you enjoyed my analysis! its very short but what can we do

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crystalsnow95z · 1 year

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Could you do Joon with a high fever and stomach bug during a comeback stage? Caretaker ot6...how they help him

It feels like I'm writing a lot of sick joonie lately.. my two part flu, my collab story and another story where he's sick at a concert..

I'm sorry it took so long halfway through writing. I hated it and started a new idea..

It's staying as long as it is..I'm done editing it >.< I have no idea why I obsessed over this so long, and hate it or not this is how it's staying

Tw: fever, vomit

Namjoon adds one more layer of foundation to try to cover up his pale skin without making it too obvious that he put on makeup carefully, adding it around his face moles so they don't get covered.

I'm doing much better this morning.. I don't need the others worrying about me..

Namjoon checks himself out once more in the mirror before taking a seat at the table, picking up a pair of chopsticks to eat with the others.

"I can't believe this is the last practice before the concert.." Jimin pushes the rice around with his chop sticks, struggling to calm the nerves that knotted his stomach.

"Don't worry, Jiminie. I know you'll do great. We've been practicing for a couple of months and we did it perfectly yesterday." Taehyung tries to quell Jimin's anxiety, rubbing his hand across his knee.

"But for the past week, we've been a member short.." Jimin glances at Namjoon, who just sat next to him. Their leader has been fighting with some sort of stomach bug, unable to eat anything without it coming back up again.

"Don't worry about me. Yoongi-hyung has been sending the practice recordings to watch, and I already learned the choreography before I got sick. I'm fine." Namjoon takes a mouthful of rice to try to prove his point.

"Are you sure you're well enough to perform? You were able to hold dinner down last night, but you still shouldn't push yourself. " Seokjin worries about the youngest rapper, reaching to check if his fever really was gone.

"I'm fine, Hyung. I was cleared to perform tonight. I'll just take it easy." Namjoon allows Seokjin to place his hands on the back of his neck to help ease his mind, the older relieved when he doesn't feel the heat that's been radiating off it for several days.

What Namjoon wasn't telling him is that he was still taking medicine to keep his fever under control, and last night, even though he never threw up, his stomach still cramped up keeping him up most of the night.

We worked on perfecting this album for over a year, I can't let our hard work be in vain just because of a stomach ache.. I have to perform tonight..

Namjoon ate even with his stomach still feeling bloated, knowing if he refused to eat, the others would suspect something was wrong. He kept his bites small, washing them down with sips of water.

"It's really good, we should order it again when the show is over." Jungkook says through a mouthful of food, changing the subject to a lighter one.

"Don't eat too much, though Koo. You don't want to be too full before practice." Jin warns.

"Joon-ah you shouldn't eat too much either, I know you're probably hungry from hardly eating but you need to slowly start eating again.." J-hope frets over Namjoon.

"Don't worry Hobi, I only had some of the kimchi fried rice.. I don't want to push my luck.." Namjoon reassures his fellow 94liner with a gentle smile. "I feel much better today, really. You guys worry too much."

"Seriously, don't overdo it, and if you start to feel unwell, tell me right away, okay?" J-hope places his hand on Namjoon's shoulder, biting his lip when he notices that he could see more of Namjoon's collar bone. "Joon, you lost weight.."

"I wanted to lose a bit of weight anyway." Namjoon brushes off J-hope's grip. "Eat Hoba. You hardly ate anything. You need to keep your energy up. You got a tough slot tonight." He tries to turn the tables, but J-hope refuses.

"Yeah, but the way you lost it isn't healthy. I'll be fine..."J-hope watches Namjoon for a moment before taking another bite. Namjoon has pain hidden behind those eyes, and it looks like he hasn't slept.

"I told you, I'm fine." Namjoon says looking away from J-hope's eyes, jumping when he sees Taehyung standing next to him. "Sh*t! You scared me.."

"Sorry Hyung, I made some ginger tea for you." Taehyung places a cup in front of Namjoon, giving a shy smile.

"Thanks, Tae.." Namjoon takes it gratefully, hoping it would help settle his stomach. But since he made it, he also doesn't believe I'm better..

"No problem. Even if you do feel better. Better safe than sorry, right?" Taehyung gives a warm smile before sitting back down next to Jungkook.

"Right.." Namjoon sips on the tea, relaxing when the warm liquid soothes his aching stomach. "It's really good."

"Shoot, we have to leave in ten minutes." J-hope says after noticing the time, shoving one more bite into his mouth before starting to clean up the table.

Jungkook jumps to help J-hope clean up the table, taking care of Namjoon's mess for him. "I got it, hyung."

"I put the extra tea from the pot in here for you Namjoon-ah." Taehyung hands him his BT21 thermos.

"I said I'm feeling better. Don't worry so much." Namjoon places his hand on Taehyungs head, ruffling his hair.

Namjoon normally didn't feel car sick, yet the moment the car started moving, his stomach felt painfully tight, the seat belt pressing against it making it worse. He tucks his arm around it, using it to stop the strap from touching his aching middle.

"Hyung are you okay?" Jimin asks when he sees Namjoon wrap his arm around his stomach.

"Yeah, I just started feeling sick when we got in the car.. I'll be fine when we reach the stadium." Namjoon felt his stomach flip when the driver made a turn, a small groan escaping.

"Poor Hyungie. Try looking out the window and focusing on the horizon. It might help." Jimin says sympathically, taking his hand and giving it a squeeze. Usually, it was him or J-hope who got motion sick, but on rarer occasions, the others suffered too.

Namjoon stares out the window, keeping his eyes on the setting sun, but it doesn't do much to help settle his aching stomach, though not throwing up was enough to please him. "It helped..thanks Jimin-ah.."

Jimin smiles. "No problem. I'm happy to help."

Namjoon focuses on the voices of his teammates chatting, their excitement helping him be distracted from the pain.

"Army will be so surprised with the new choreography! Especially the hook part! I can't wait to show them!" Jungkook speaks with excitement.

"That's because you plan to flash your belly." Jimin teases him, remembering the move he added to practice yesterday.

"Not my belly.. my.." Jungkook stops in mid sentence to check if his abs were still there after his meal, peeking down his shirt. "My abs!" He confirmed, making the others laugh.

Namjoon smiled, knowing what happened even without looking at Jungkook. He presses his cheek against the window, the cold glass feeling nice on his hot skin. I'll have to take another dose of medicine when we get there...

"You should flash yours with me! Jiminie-hyung and Taehyungie-Hyungie. In the part where it's just us three!"

"Unlike you, I don't quite have abs.." Jimin says with a tinge of pink. "I don't work out as much as I used to back in our debut days."

"Yes, you do.. i saw them a few days ago, and even if you don't, that doesn't matter. Army will still love it." Jungkook reaches over to Jimin to lift up his shirt, but the older vocalist holds it down.

"Jungkook-ah! Stop that! Go bother Tae about his. He's been working out with Namjoonie-hyung." Jimin fights off Jungkook's hands, grabbing his wrists, trying to sound serious, but a smile gives away he's not actually upset.

"He's not the one who says he doesn't have any, you did." Jungkook points out, now trying to peer down his neck line, Jimin using one hand tp hold down his bottom and one near his neck.

"Namjoonie-Hyung got sick like a week after we started. I dont think my body is that great either." Taehyung states, getting the attention off his soulmate, smiling with amusement.

"It was pretty close when you started." Jungkook moves to his next target,trying to lift Taehyung’s shirt to check. "I bet you got at least a little toned!"

"Stop that tickles..." Taehyung giggles, trying to fight off the mankae. "Jungkook-Ah..!" He laughs when Jungkooks fingers brush against his side.

"I feel them!" Jungkook smiles.

Namjoon was thankful for all the noise the youngers were making. It covered up the gurgling of his stomach, discreetly rubbing his hand across it. But not discreetly enough.

"You okay Namjoon-ah?" Yoongi asks, looking over Namjoon with a worried expression. "You're not gonna be sick are you?" He looks around the van, trying to look for a bag.

"Oh, no. I'm fine, I was just thinking about my own body. I probably lost mine while i was sick.." Namjoon wasn't lying to him, just not telling him the real reason. He looks at his reflection in the window. "

"You planning to join the maknae’s stage antics to make army scream?" Yoongi smiles with amusement, raising an eyebrow, dropping the subject.

"Nah, I'll let them have the fun. I hope they don't waste all their energy before the show even started." Namjoon smiles, taking a sip of his tea.

Namjoon's stomach didn't settle when he got out like he hoped. Maybe it wasn't carsickness... Every jump, every turn, every quick position change. It made him feel worse. He was happy they didn't go all out for stage practice. His stomach gurgled angrily at the movements, but he didn't dare touch it to try to ease the pain. He knew the others were keeping a close eye on him.

"That was great, everyone!" J-hope tells his team with a warm smile. "That's enough practice for today. Namjoon-ah, you're sweating more than usual. Are you sure you're okay to perform tomorrow?"

"I lost some of my stamina, but I'll be fine. With a crowd cheering, it'll be much easier. I'll get to bed early tonight." Namjoon walks away from J-hope to get water, but when he goes to bend down to get it, another wave of pain washes over him, making him stumble forward.

"Woah, i got you." Jimin grabs him by the shoulders to steady him."Here, hyung, you can have mine.." Jimin offers his water bottle, helping him to the floor. "You should rest a bit.. You haven't fully recovered yet.."

"Thanks, Jimin.." Namjoon smiles forcing his voice to sound normal despite the cramping that made him feel dizzy.

"Jimin-sii! We figured out the part where all three of us can flash our abs! Come here!" Jungkook calls to him.

"Aiish, that kid.." Jimin smiles fondly.

"Go on. I'm fine." Namjoon shoos him away before Jimin realizes he wasn't just tired. He only allows himself a minute to rest, taking small sips of water before getting up to join the olders.Yoongi and J-hope were fussing over the minor details. "No, I think we should do more center stage.."

Namjoon went to ask what they were discussing, but a stomach cramp made nothing come out but a breathy groan, taking a few steps back before they noticed he approached.

Why now...? I need to get better not worse..

"I think we should do two songs on the left stage, three center and two on the right.." Yoongi countered.

"Namjoon-ah what do you think?"

J-hope was trying to ask him for advice, but he was too focused on keeping his stomach under control, walking a bit ahead of them to keep them from looking at him. "I trust your judgment.Do whatever you think is good Hoba."

"You don't trust mine?" Yoongi tries to tease him playfully, but Namjoon's eyes widen when he feels like he just disrespected his hyung.

"No, no its not like that Yoongi..I'm sorry." Namjoon does a slight bow, not wanting to bend.

"You don't have to be sorry.. Since we got that settled, let’s go back to the hotel." Yoongi gently pushed him towards the stairs.

He must be exhausted from practice. I think he came back too soon.

"I'll round up the kids." J-hope goes to the mankae line to tell them it was time to go, having the exact same thought as Yoongi.

The next day came, but instead of feeling better, Namjoon found himself three steps back. He woke up at six in the morning, dry heaving on the bathroom floor, already empty from the salad he had for dinner that night.

He was tempted to call Jin or Yoongi to come to his room, but then the concert popped in his mind, only making him feel worse..

It must just be stress and nerves.. I was cleared.. I can't still be sick..

Namjoon continued to lie to himself as he shakily rose to his feet getting himself a cup of hot water to try to sooth his raw throat.

"I don't have time for this...the concert is tonight.." Namjoon sighs, looking at his reflection in the mirror, seeing the dark circles and red cheeks. "I look awful.."

Namjoon quickly showers, putting on another layer of make up and taking another round of medicine to try to fight off the sickness that wouldn't leave.

"Good morning Hyung, did you sleep well?"

Jimin greets him with a worried expression when they meet up together to go back to the stadium. "Me and Junggukkie went out this morning to get you vitamins to try to help your energy for tonight."

"Thanks Jiminie..i probably slept a good five hours. It's hard to sleep on the first day of a concert.. especially when we're performing a song for the first time live." Namjoon replies, trying to keep the conversation off of him.

"I'm nervous but excited." Jungkook says bouncing his leg, clearly feeling more nervous than he's letting on.

"We practiced hard. We'll do fine." J-hope reassures him, taking his hand and giving it a squeeze.

Namjoon listened quietly to the others as they drove to the stadium, the others telling stories about past concerts, going over lyrics and practicing the native language. All the different conversations made his head spin.

"Are you okay Joon-ah?" J-hope asks when he sees Namjoon press his forehead into his palm.

"I'm just a little stressed, so it's giving me a headache. I'm worried about being able to keep up tonight." Namjoon couldn't say nothing was wrong.. not with J-hope. He was lucky his friend didn't catch on yesterday.

"If you want to sit on stage and just sing, you can Joon. You don't have to push yourself if you dont have the energy. I don’t want you fainting.." J-hope reassures Namjoon, squeezing his knee softly.

"Yeah joon. You shouldn't do more than you can.." Jin joins in the conversation, abandoning his conversation with Yoongi. Namjoon was more important than making sure he got the lyrics right..

"I'll see how I feel after the first few songs.. I know I'll feel stronger with army cheering. Don't worry about it. I'm just overthinking.." Namjoon tries to make it sound like it wasn't a big deal.

"Alright, but if I tell you you have to rest then you have to listen. Okay?" Jin speaks in a serious tone, not dropping it until he sees Namjoon nod.

I have to try...

Namjoon bit the inside of his cheek when he feels another cramp in his stomach. "Can we go over Just one day one more time?"

Namjoon took the cocktail of vitamins to try to fight off the fatigue that made him feel dizzy.

"Here hyung.." Taehyung gives him a thermos. "To help wash it down."

"Thanks Tete.." Namjoon guessed correctly when he let the warm liquid touch his tongue. It was tea, mixed with ginseng and honey.

"No problem.. ah..hyungie, are you sure you're okay?" Taehyung asks voice thick with worry.

"I can do this. Don't worry. Just focus on the concert.." Namjoon ruffles Taehyung's hair.

"Hyung! She just did my hair.." Taehyung pouts, swatting his hand away.

"Oh, sorry.. I didn't think of that." Namjoon lies. He knew exactly what he was doing. Getting rid of Taehyung before he got a closer look at him.

"It's okay. I'll get it redone." Taehyung returns to the stylist, bowing in apology.

Namjoon goes to his makeup stylist. "I'm sorry..I tried helping by doing a basic layer.." he was safe as long as staff was working on getting him ready. He just needed to do his best to not stick out before sound check.

Soundcheck came, all seven boys going on stage together, starting with just singing spring day then dancing to Fire. Spring day went smoothly, but when it came to the next song, he found himself out of sync, when he dropped low he couldn't jump back up as quickly as the others and no matter what he did go try to fix it, all the jumps made his stomach hate him even more.

Namjoon knew the choreography perfectly. They've done it multiple times at many concerts, award shows, even just as a warm-up during practices, but he just couldn't concentrate. He picked up his mistake right away, guilt churning in his stomach as he tries to correct himself, but he couldn't get himself back on track. He lost the beat.

Sh*t..fu*k..!

He tried to follow the movements of the others, nearly missing his part to rap when he notices everyone move back.

Namjoon closed his eyes, focusing on only the music, ignoring everything else. The pain in his stomach, the throbbing headache, the chills that kept making him shiver. No..no..I can do this..

His mind and his body weren't in agreement. He ran into Jin when he was trying to switch positions, but both boys pretended nothing happened.

Namjoon felt tears swelling up, each wrong step weighing heavier than the last, making him feel worse. I can't do this...

Namjoon had to get off the stage, but in his feverish state he ends up going the wrong way, nearly stepping off the stage, army squealing to see him so close, some trying to grab him.

"No Namjoon-ah!" J-hope is the one to grab hold of him, pulling him by the back of his jacket.

"Hoseok-Ah, what's wrong?" Namjoon jumps when he feels J-hope grab the back of his jacket, noticing the end of the stage quickly backing up two steps. "Oh sh*t!"

"Namjoon-ah.." J-hope moves in front of Namjoon to look into his eyes, noticing they don't focus on him, looking glassy. "Joon, are you okay?"

Namjoon quickly looks away when he sees J-hope's panicked expression, but it is too late, he's already checking him over placing the back of his hand across his forehead.

"Namjoonie, your fevers returned.." J-hope states, sucking his breath through his teeth. "You're burning up with fever. "

"I'm fine." Namjoon pushes his hand away. "It's just the stage lights. It's hot here."

"Then why didn't you take off your jacket if it's so hot?" Yoongi was done with his excuses. Hw takes Namjoon's hand, pulling him backstage. "Hoba, please handle things up here.."

J-hope nods, going by Seokjin. "We aren't doing the small talk with army.

"Why? What's wrong?" Seokjin asks as soon as J-hope approaches when he notices Yoongi and Namjoon leaving the stage.

"Namjoon is still sick..Yoongi went to take care of him.." J-hope answers, bowing to army when he passes them.

Jin wanted to follow Yoongi but knew they couldn't just abruptly leave. They had to be professional. He gathers the remaining members to quickly say goodbye to the army, trying his best to hide the concern.

"Stay here for a bit, we'll handle things backstage.." j-hope orders the younger members.

"Love you army!" Jimin yells into the mic, giving a thumbs up to j-hope.

"Sorry..." Jungkook apologize into his.

Seokjin goes backstage to find Yoongi striping Namjoon out of the jean jacket he was wearing. "Yoongi, how is he?"

"Namjoonie is running a high fever.." Yoongi explains, taking a towel to wipe the sweat from Namjoon’s face. "I can't believe I didn't notice until now."

"It's not a big deal.." Namjoon says softly, not having the energy to fight off Yoongi removing his shoes and socks.

"Be quiet Namjoon-ah.. let me take care of you." Yoongi gently orders him. "Joon, did you bring any medicine with you?"

Namjoon nods, Seokjin quickly going to find where the young rapper put it. He finds the liquid medicine Namjoon shoved in his bag pouring some out for him to drink.

"Hyungie is still sick?" Jungkook runs towards them.

"Did you explain things to army?"

"I did my best without trying to worry them.."

"I tried too, but they see right through my lies."Taehyung bows his head in apology. "I'm sorry hyung.."

"It's fine Hyung. They'd find out sooner or later." Yoongi takes the medicine from Seokjin, tipping the cup to Namjoon's lips.

Namjoon tries to swallow, but it doesn't make it past his throat before his breakfast from this morning makes a reappearance, heaving loudly as the half digested rice sprays across the floor before anyone has time to react.

"Sh*t..Sh*t Joon.." Yoongi looks around with widened eyes for something for him to get sick in before the next retching comes.

J-hope feels nauseous when he hears it, backing up slowly. Namjoon feels his stomach knot up even more with guilt when he sees him fleeing, along with seeing the mess he's made, some of the white mush hitting Yoongi's shoes. "I..i..so..rrp-" He burps up more sick puffing up his cheeks, refusing to let more hit the already soiled floor.

Seokjin provides him with one placing it in front of Namjoon, gently rubbing his back. "It's okay baby, it's okay.. it's not your fault.."

Namjoon allows the sick to fill the bin, gripping the small bin, his knuckles turning white. His stomach churns again, pushing up watery liquid. "Hyung...it h..hurts.." he says in a breathy whimper as his body continues, heaving not allowing him any breaks to breathe.

"I know, Joonah, I know.. it'll be over soon.. just try to take deep breaths.. you're hyperventilating, sweetie.."

"I..i..I ca..." Namjoon coughs, gagging up nothing but foamy salvia.

"You need to try.." Yoongi gently urges him.

Namjoon takes a deep breath, whimpering when he feels the pain burning his sides.

"That's it, good, good..." Seokjin let's go of the breath didn't even realize he was holding when he hears Namjoon's retching dying down, leaving the rapper trembling and fighting to catch his breath.

Seokjin gently peels Namjoons fingers from the waste bin, gently pulling him back away from the mess. "Here Joon-ah..lay down baby.. it's okay.."

Seokjin places Namjoon's head in his lap, gently moving his plastered bangs from his forehead, gently rubbing his thumb across Namjoon’s temple"There is that any better?"

"I..I'm dizzy..an..and the f..floor is c.cold..Hyung.." Namjoon murmurs, clinging to Seokjin's waist. The oldest vocalist gets startled by his sudden affection.

"Oh Joon-ah, you're really not doing well.." Yoongi takes the towel to wipe the sweat off of Namjoon's skin.

"We need to get him to a hospital.." Seokjin motions for the staff who's been watching the scene, but Namjoon grabs his wrist.

"I'll..I'll be okay in a few minutes..no..no hospital..i have to perform.." Namjoon coughs, his throat still burning.

"Hyungie.. you can't.. you're sick.." Jungkook kneels down in front of him. "I know how hard it is to sit out, but you can't perform .."

"I won't m.mmess up th..this time.." Namjoon whimpers out the words.

"No one cares you messed up, baby. You just can't perform in this condition.." Seokjin tries to stroke his hair but Namjoon pushes his hand away.

Namjoon sits up, swaying into Seokjin. "I..I have to! We've all been practicing for months, we've been getting army ex..exci..ted.. I..I can't d..disappoi.." His voice breaks off in a sob when his stomach turns into a ball of anxiety, clutching his stomach.

Jungkook hugs onto his ailing hyung. "Don't cry it's okay..it's..we understand, and so does army. You can't help it if you're sick.." he strokes Namjoon's back, feeling the heat radiating off of him. "You're gonna make yourself worse..pleaSe..?" The last word cracks as he breaks into a sob.

"Kook-ah don't.." Namjoon whispers.

Don't cry because of me..I've already ruined enough.. you still have to sing tonight..

"Hyungie I'm..I'm sorry.." Jungkook lip quivers, voice coming out as a shaky whimper when he feels Namjoon growing heavier in his arms the shivering worsening. "Namjoon-ah!"

"I..I'm..I'm okay..ju..jus..dizty..." Namjoon's words come out slurred, pressing his forehead into his shoulder.

"We need to cool him down.. could I have an ice pack?" Seokjin asks staff, already having some on hand. "Thank you.." he bows his head as he take one, placing it on the nape of Namjoon's neck after wrapping it in a towel.

"That's cold..!" Namjoon whines, clinging closer to the warm mankae.

"It's okay Hyung...I got you.." Jungkook rubs Namjoon’s shoulders, trying to ease some of the tension out wanting to do something to help. "You gotta rel..relax a little okay..?" His voice trembled with the tears that could not control.

Namjoon takes a few deep breaths, enduring the cold. I gotta..or I can't perform..

Jungkook sniffles, wiping his nose, feeling his heart and getting lighter when Namjoon stops leaning on him so heavily, the shivers becoming less violent. "I..I think it's working..'

"Sorry Jungkook-ah.." Namjoon murmurs an apology. "I..I'm good now.."

"Don't be sorry Hyungie.. it's okay. Lean on me as much as you want.."

Namjoon shakes his head. "No.. no..I'm being..a big baby..not your hyung.. You guys are right..I can't do this.."

Jungkook feels the tension in his body loosen when he hears Namjoon sounding more like himself. "It's okay.."

"Hyung...hyung listen!" Taehyung blurts out everyone getting quiet to listen.

"Kim Namjoon..It's okay!" The stadium were all cheering over and over.

Namjoon smiles softly. "Seems you're right Koo.."

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keeperoftinyarmy · 8 months

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Here's the thing, the company wants to make fans happy. They'll promote popular ships to do that. So jikook features heavily because they hang out a lot backstage, they're fun to watch and they're popular. That's it.

The moments we see between them are real. Maybe they ham it up for the cameras but several of them are just normal. The aspect where Hybe comes into it is that when Hybe edits it, they'll include jikook more than for example jihope because jikook is more popular.

Taekook is also popular. I think the problem with taekook is less that they're not hanging out but more that they're not doing anything entertaining together, no offense to either of them. I say this as someone who's watched their joint lives. If Hybe isn't including taekook, I think it's probably because they're probably doing something thats dull to viewers like playing games or looking at something on the phone. Normal stuff you do with your friend but nobody wants to see that.

None of this has anything to do with their irl relationships. Truly the people handling these videos have no idea if any of them are even dating let alone each other if that's even happening. They probably get some instructions like make sure every member gets a minimum screen time, these are popular members or pairings so include them more if possible (and here jikook is probably included yes), make this as entertaining as possible, don't include things that might cause problems (like a member talking to some girl or picking their nose and so on).

So it's not reality because of course things get edited out. But it's also not completely fake. They're not writing scripts for jikook. So in my view, Jimin giving Jungkook a hickey is a real thing. Now does he spend his time biting other members that we don't see because it's not included? Who knows. They include jikook eating together a lot in the footage. My view - they do have lunch together a lot but maybe their meals with the other members are edited out because they're just boring shots of them sitting at a table and eating while staring at the phone. Again we don't know.

It's all real and not real at the same time. What's real then? Jikook traveling to Tokyo alone was real (GCF debatable), enlisting together - real, rainy day fight - real including it being one of the things Jungkook really regrets, being close to each others families - real. A few things to put the situation into perspective.

I'm not saying they're dating btw. I'm just saying people who think they're not close are also perhaps falling into the same selective viewpoint that shippers fall into.

I can agree with all of this.

If jikook are around each other a lot at work then that’s going to be a lot of the footage they have for the both them.

You are right TK could sit next to each other and silently watch their phones or Jimin and RM could be quietly reading next to each other…not good content, so maybe we don’t get to see it.

Jin and JK are silly together so we get that. Jimin and Jhope like to chat it up, so it’s included.

Great points!

To your real list…should we add in JK watching Jimin content during a live? Or did the company commission that? (I personally don’t think they did)

#kota asks

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imaginesbymonika · 3 years

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Confessional Cam

Prologue

Pairing: Chris Pontius x fem!Reader

Plot: Y/N and Chris have been hooking up with each other for months now. And the young woman was convinced that they both weren't catching feelings until a confession caught on tape changes everything.

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"You have to to delete my tape from last night."

Johnny who brings the spoon of colorful cereal up to his mouth merely shakes his head at his request:”Now leave me alone.” But Chris shifts his chair closer to his friend and a nervous fake laughter escapes his lips: "No, you don't understand. I-."

"I understood you very well the first couple of times."

"What's going on over here?", Bam inquires as he sits down on the other side of the table, he eyes the two men in suspicion. At that Johnny just makes a quick hand gesture, suggesting that their conversation wasn't important at all. "Chris, are you okay?", Ryan asks and moves a chair next to Bam to sit down: "You look... really pale."

"He probably drank too much alcohol last night... you were drinking tequila like it was water."

Chris feels as if he suddenly cannot breathe properly anymore. And when he sees how Y/N steps into the breakfast room with Steveo by her side, the room around him begins to spin. Rather fast.

"Listen, buddy.", Johnny declares after wiping his mouth: "At this table, everyone has said something in front of that camera that they ended up regretting. But just because you are embarrassed we cannot change the rules like that. You know that. Rules exist for a reason."

Bam nods his head in agreement: "And also, admitting something embarrassing - that's like the entire purpose of that stupid tape."

"Try not to think about it too much."

The Confessional Cam. Whenever the guys went on vacation together, which happened twice a year, Johnny kept a tape recorder in a separate room of the hotel. The concept behind the whole game is rather easy. At the beginning of the trip, everyone in the group receives one keycard. Those open up the doors to the room with the tape recorder in it. They are allowed (and encouraged) to leave messages on the tapes: the so-called confessions. All members of the group can visit the room day and night, whenever they think they have something they need to get off their chests.

And when the group arrives back home, Jackass would have one hell of a special episode. Every time they would have a viewing party at Johnny’s place. Because when the world sees those tapes, the group sees them for the very first time as well.

"Johnny!", Y/N who made her way towards the table softly smiles at everyone before her attention shifts to the unofficial leader of the group. He simply whines: "Can't a man simply eat his breakfast? What do you want?" The young woman looks at him apologetically: "I really need to speak with you. In private. Please?"

He lets out a deep and annoyed sigh as he slowly gets up from his seat to follow her outside onto the big patio, which reveals a gorgeous view of the beach below. The guys all watch them talk for a bit, and while Y/N seems to be in severe distress Johnny solely shakes his head at whatever words were leaving her mouth.

Chris isn't watching them. Instead, he is staring at a fly that is crawling around on the tablecloth. His face is still very much pale. No one seems to care much about it, only Steveo is eyeing his friend with furrowed eyebrows.

After a few minutes, Johnny walks back inside and leaves the young woman standing by the railing. Bam who takes a bite of the bacon creases his forehead. He watches how their long-time friend is running a hand down her face and takes in one last shaky deep breath before she walks back into the building as well.

“What were you two talking about?”

"She wants her tape from last night deleted. I told her the same thing I told Chris: rules are rules. This worked so well the past couple of years. Can we perhaps say it all together, as a team, so no one forgets it again? Rules are what?"

"Rules."

"Exactly. Thank you. Jesus. Now, no one talk to me until I finished this bowl.”, he announces and proceeds to eat his breakfast cereal.

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The Scarlet Witch Prophecy - Chapter 11 - Part XI - The Sixth Year (Part One)

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Summary: As the youngest daughter of Howard Stark, you have ordinary expectations for your years at Hogwarts. Little do you know what adventures await you when your destiny is intertwined with the legendary Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: +16. Adaptation of the Harry Potter Saga, Magical Thematic, Prophecies, Mentions of Violence, Torture and dark magic, Language (swearing and minor/major offenses), manipulation of will, Underage kissing, insinuation of smut with minors, Smut (overage), descriptions of death, aggression, obscurity, angst, fluffy, soulmates analogies. Chapter Warnings: Mentions of PTSD, minor kissing.

A/N> In the previous chapter I said that maybe I would put the fic in Hiatus, and on Saturday I managed to write four chapters. So I believe I'll be able to finish everything by next weekend. Good reading everyone.

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Part XI - The Sixth Year (Part One)

Everything is different now.

You can feel it in your bones. You can feel it in the air, in the room, in the way your butler won't leave the radio playing on the kitchen counter because the music has been replaced by news of disappearances all over the magical and non-magical community.

Even now, sitting at the kitchen table while everyone is eating their breakfast beside you, you find it hard to relax. Jarvis doesn't have to turn the radio back on for you to know how things are going on outside the protected gardens of the Stark mansion.

"I've already prepared the fireplace, Mister Tony." Announced Jarvis next, his hands on his back. Your brother murmured, still in the middle of sipping his coffee.

"Thank you, Jarvis." He then spoke, placing the cup on the table. "I'm expecting mail, if Iron comes back with anything, save it for me okay?"

"Of course, Mr. Tony."

"Jarvis?" You called out before your butler returned to the kitchen. He looked gently at you. "Aren't you going to have breakfast with us?"

The man hesitated, straightening his suit vest slightly.

"I've already eaten, miss. But I appreciate the invitation." He says making mention of turning around, you add quickly.

"Where are you going?"

There it is again. The tension you have noticed since you returned from the hospital. Caught in the way Jarvis looks quickly at Tony and your sisters before a smile that doesn't reach his eyes forms. He clears his throat lightly.

"I have my chores, miss." He answers politely. "Nothing you need to worry about."

"Is the order, isn't it?"

As soon as the words escape, silence falls on the table. Gamora stops stirring her tea in mid-motion, but you keep your gaze on Jarvis.

"Miss Stark, please, I mustn't be late." He insists and you sigh, nodding. Jarvis walks away, but the table remains silent. You have your fists clenched in your lap, waiting.

And realizing that just as before, when you began to notice the rushed exits, the whispers, the locked doors, and the hiding spells, you realized that none of your siblings would say anything.

So you rolled your eyes and stood up, throwing your napkin on the table and walking out of the kitchen with hard steps.

Tony called out to you, but you ignored him. Gamora reached you when you were already in your room.

"If you've come to tell me there's nothing going on, you can leave." You let her know sitting up in your bed, your mind working on theories. Gamora sighed lightly.

"I'm not." She says as she moves closer to sit beside you. "But I can't tell you everything either."

"All summer, Gamora." You begin. "All summer you guys have been keeping secrets from me. And damn it, I've done it for a long time, and I understand. But I thought...I thought after last year, things were going to change. Everybody knows about the prophecy, and I'm still dealing with it alone."

"You are not alone." She retorts as she straightens up in bed, turning her body toward you, but you continue to stare at your lap. "You're not. We're just trying to protect you."

You give a short laugh.

"I'm not, really, you're right." You sneer bitterly. "I only have Wanda and she is more than enough."

Gamora sighs, but does not contradict you. You stand up looking for a change of clothes.

"Are you going to her house again?" Gamora asks as she sees you rummaging through the closets. You don't face her to speak.

"I don't get lied to in the Maximoff residence."

Gamora rolls her eyes.

"You've barely stayed home this summer." She complains. "We've missed you."

"Ironic you say that since when I am here you guys are having secret meetings without me." You retorted angrily, putting your pajama set into a backpack.

“Y/N…” she starts but doesn't continue. You feel frustrated and impatient, and you roll your eyes at her lack of honesty.

"See you tomorrow." You say before leaving with the backpack.

You went straight to the living room, and ignoring the questioning look from Tony and Nebula at the kitchen table, you made your way to the fireplace.

Before you used the floo powder, Tony was calling you.

"You know you still leave here, right?" He quipped, and you resisted the urge to start a fight.

You stumbled into the fireplace, the magic dust in your hands. Within seconds, you were in the living room of Maximoff Residence.

"Wanda, your girlfriend is here!" Pietro yelled as he turned his attention to the pages."Again." He muttered softly making you giggle as you walked out of their fireplace.

You stepped closer only to shove the magazine he was holding to his face in a childish act and ignore his irritated grunt as you kicked off your shoes, knowing Erik hated getting his carpet dirty.

You had gotten quite comfortable at Maximoff Residence this summer. After St.Mungus, you and Wanda have been spending a lot of time together.

Part of you knows it's because you've been kept out of order, and it's created a nervous tension between you and your siblings, Wanda's house being the only place where no one seems to keep things from you.

Your thoughts were interrupted by your girlfriend's sudden presence in the room, and you had two seconds to smile at her before Wanda steps forward from the hallway towards you, her arms around your neck in a tight hug. You felt your face heat up, but soon she was pulling away to place several kisses on your cheeks, making you giggle shyly as Pietro mimicked vomiting noises.

"My god, it's ten in the morning." He complained while getting up, but you ignored it, your hands rubbing Wanda's back as you looked at her adoringly.

"Good morning my love." You greeted her.

"Good morning sweetheart" She replied, looking at you the same way. "To what do I owe this wonderful visit?"

"I missed you."

"I missed y..."

"This is too gay for ten in the morning." Pietro complained loudly again, now walking past you into the hallway and turning into the kitchen as you and Wanda giggled.

“"Have you had breakfast yet?" She asked, bringing her hands to your cheeks, caressing your skin.

You mumbled yes, omitting the part that your meal was interrupted by a little argument to steal a peck from Wanda, who bit her lip when you moved away.

She turned her head to look down the hall for a second and then moved forward, kissing you firmly this time. You smiled against her lips, melting as her hand gently scratched the back of your neck.

She pulled back a moment later, cheeks flushed and eyes bright.

"Come say good morning to my dad before he comes to get you himself." She asked as she pulled away, her hand intertwining with yours to pull you towards the kitchen.

As soon as Erik saw you, he put the paper down on the table and smiled, waving for you to sit down, and you did it shyly, Wanda following you.

"It's good to see you, Miss Stark." He says. "Hope everything is alright at home?"

"Probably not since she's always here now." Pietro scoffs before you respond and lets out an exclamation of pain when Wanda hits him in the head with a small wave of energy. Erik shoots her a disapproving look but says nothing.

You get caught up in small talk while you eat together, and you're more aware of Wanda's presence than anything else, but Erik calls to you.

"Will you join us in the diagonal alley?" he asks curiously and you bite the inside of your cheek, uncertain.

"Actually, Tony asked me not to go out in public." You say. "Because of everything that's going on."

"Oh yes I understand." Erik says thoughtfully. "I was in the alley last week, and most of the stores are closed. People are scared, and crime increased considerably with the return of the walkers."

The mood at the table changes, but you feel your body relax with Wanda's hand on your knee.

"What has the order done about it, sir?" You ask and Erik frowns slightly in surprise.

"Forgive me Miss Stark, I assumed your brother was telling you about the delicate situation the order is in, so I didn't mention anything." He says and straightens his posture in the chair. "We believe there is a traitor among us."

You look at him in surprise, as do his children. Erik takes a deep breath.

"Of course any of you shouldn't worry about that." He says. "That's a matter for the members."

"Fury recruited my brother, sir?" You question and Erik hesitates, then nods. You feel your stomach sink. Tony didn't tell you about it. "And my sisters?"

"No. Not them." He quickly denies it. "We voted to add new members, and it needs to be a unanimous decision. I don't approve of adding children to order."

"But you approve Tony?" You accuse with a frown.

"Your brother is of legal age, Miss Stark." He argues. "He is a powerful, resourceful, and talented wizard. He has the right to fight if he wishes."

"He's only two years older than me." You retort. "I don't want him to be in danger."

"He insisted." Erik tells you. "He insisted because he wants to protect you. I had my doubts about that, due to his age, but he asked for my vote. He wants to help."

You swallow the urge to cry, absorbing the teacher's words.

"Jarvis too, right?" You ask and Erik takes a sip of coffee before answering.

"I must not share the order's membership list." He comments lightly jokingly, but you grimace. Erik sighs. "We are trying to keep it as a secret as much information as possible. The situation is too tense with the ministry, and with so many attacks, we are not knowing who to trust."

"You haven't said anything about this all summer, papa." Pietro comments thoughtfully. "Why now?"

Erik swallows hard, putting the mug down on the table.

"Because Wanda is going to Hogwarts next week, and I won't be there to keep her safe."

You can feel Wanda's surprise and anxiety mix with yours, and your hand rests in hers on your knee.

"What are you talking about?" Wanda questions and Erik takes a deep breath.

"I will not be returning to the castle this year." He says. "The ministry ordered my removal."

"What?" The three of you exclaimed together and Erik gestured lightly for you to calm down.

"There are many rumors about the Ministry of Magic's involvement in the rise of Mephisto. The facilities that were granted to the walkers, in addition to the encouragement of the propaganda of purity of blood." He counts. "What happened at the ministry, with you two, created quite a problem for the minister. He can't blame Harkness because she disappeared, but it was only a matter of time before he found out that I was the one who recommended the special classes with her."

"But you were helping us!" You exclaimed indignantly. "And you're on the side of order!"

"Exactly, Miss Stark." He says. "I'm afraid the minister's interest is just that. To remove all members of the order from the castle."

"Papa, what will happen to you?" Pietro asks worriedly, but Erik smiles, giving him a reassuring look.

"Do not worry." He says. "They'll do an investigation, and the minister will prolong my removal as long as he can. In the meantime I'll help the order. Our priority is to finish off Mephisto's brute strength before he regains all his followers."

"What will happen at the castle this year?" Pietro questions worriedly, and you and Wanda share his expression. Erik taps his fingers on the table lightly.

"I have my suspicions, but all the possibilities are bad." He declares. "But Wanda will have professor Stephen and Maria there. Don't hesitate to reach out for them."

"That's not very comforting." Pietro mutters and Erik flashes his son a sad smile.

"But I guarantee that whatever happens at Hogwarts, it will be better than the outside." He says. "None of you have experienced a wizarding war before.Believe me when I say that the backyards of the school are safer, no matter how awful they seem to be."

Pietro sighs.

"I am worried, Papa." He says. "Wanda will be there alone."

You frown. "Hey!"

Pietro gives a short smile. "You know what I meant." He clarifies. "I won't be there, and neither will you. I don't understand why she can't stay home."

"Because it's more dangerous here." He comments. "The only reason you're not coming back to the castle is because of your small act last year, Pietro."

Pietro looks away, grimacing at Erik's disapproving tone. All the times you've been here, the topic of Pietro dropping out of school always made Erik grumpy and created a nervous tension between him and his son.

Erik clears his throat.

"Since you have decided that you will not become a competent wizard, I expect you to help me during this period." Erik declares causing you and Wanda to exchange a look, uncertain about getting into the conversation. Pietro rolls his eyes. "I'm sure your Aunt Raven has some task to keep you busy."

"Of course, papa." Pietro mumbles wryly, laying his face in his arms on the table.

Erik sighs before turning his gaze back to Wanda and you.

"We may be at war now, but your education is still important, my dear." He says. "I wanted to make sure you got your N.E.W.T. We're going to need good witches for when this is all over."

Wanda smiled shyly, and you fell silent again. Your head was a mess, millions of possibilities about the next year flashing by and noticing your nervousness, Wanda excused herself to the table, and led you by the hand out of the kitchen.

She smiled at you in the hallway, but only stopped walking when you two reached her room.

"You're nervous." She commented as she gently pushed you onto her bed.

You sat down, and Wanda settled into your lap, your hands automatically going to her waist as she hugged you. You sank your face into her neck, breathing in her perfume deeply and feeling your whole body relax at once, becoming slightly dizzy with how comfortable you felt.

"I love you." You whispered against her skin, and Wanda pressed you tighter against her, making you fall back against the mattress with a giggle. With her lack of response, you began to caress her back, feeling her breath against your neck.

When she pulled away, she got off you, throwing herself on the bed next while biting back a smile.

"What?" you asked, curious by her expression. She shook her head slightly, her cheeks flushed.

"I just think I have never felt as happy as I do when I am with you."

You smile at the confession, feeling your heart race as you turn your body toward her, resting your face in your hand and your elbow on the bed.

Your fingers come up to her face, brushing her hair out of her eyes to place behind her ear, as she looks at you adoringly.

"What am I going to do without you next year, huh?" you ask, causing her to giggle a little, as she reached up to rest her hand on your waist.

"Do you think we'll be able to talk through thoughts by then?" She jokes putting on a mock expression, making you laugh.

"I wish I had that now, so you could help me with my exams." You retort in the same tone, making Wanda laugh.

"I can help you with some actual studying for your exams." She suggests and you raise an eyebrow.

"Oh, yes, because study sessions work out very well for us, don't they, Miss wandering hands?" You tease and Wanda smiles mischievously bringing your faces closer together.

"It's not my fault you're irresistible." She whispers before kissing your lips softly. You both sigh, but just as you go to deepen the kiss, Pietro is entering the room and Wanda lets out a grumble as she pulls away and sits on the bed.

“Can I help you Pietro?” Wanda asks impatiently.

"Can you let go of your girlfriend for a second to talk to your brother?" He teases causing Wanda to roll her eyes, but you giggle, settling comfortably on the bed. "I need to tell you both something."

"Then stop the suspense and just tell us." You grumble, wishing you would go back to kissing Wanda.

Pietro checks the hallway, then closes the bedroom door. You and Wanda frown.

"I think there's something important going on in the order." He declares. "But I have no idea what it is."

"That's not very reassuring." Wanda mocks making you laugh and Pietro grimaces. " What gave you this idea anyway?"

"Dad's been getting owls." He counters. "You haven't noticed anything strange because you're making out all the time."

"Jealous." Wanda teases, making you laugh, but Pietro rolls his eyes sighing impatiently.

"Yeah, yeah, you guys are cute and all, but you don't seem to be noticing the rest of the world." He complains, crossing his arms. "We have a war going on and all you girls are doing is kissing each other."

Wanda sighs, getting up.

"And we'd like to get back to that, so you can leave." She complained pushing her brother by the shoulders, while you laughed at the indignant expression he made while complaining that that was an important matter.

Wanda ushered him out, and locked the door, turning to you with a mischievous grin.

"Where were we?" She asked as she approached, and all you did was open your arms for her to jump into your lap again.

You knew that this was indeed an important matter, but you couldn't focus on much else as you had Wanda on your lap kissing your mouth eagerly, her tongue sliding into yours as her hands squeezed your shoulders gently.

You kissed so many times that summer, but it seemed to get better, and more and more addictive. You had no idea if it was because you were connected to her, or if it was because you were in love, but either way, you didn't want to stop.

But then the door was opening again, and Wanda let out a grumble as she jumped away from your lap, trying to disguise her smudged lipstick and swollen lips.

"Girls, you know the rules." Erik warned with a serious tone. "The door must always stay open."

"Yes, sir." You and Wanda muttered breathlessly, and Erik rolled his eyes before leaving. When his footsteps became distant, you and Wanda began to giggle, and you fell beside her on the bed, both of you trying to normalize your breathing and disguise how affected you were by the little make-out session.

In the silence, Wanda intertwined your hands together, but you both continued to stare at the ceiling.

"Do...do you think Pietro might be right?" Wanda asked next, her voice low. You shifted your gaze to her, waiting for her to clarify. Wanda swallowed dryly before doing so. "About this. About us not paying attention to the war or anything else. I just...I'm afraid he's right."

You straightened to turn your body toward her properly, resting your head on the hand of the arm that you popped your elbow on the mattress. Wanda copied your movement, and you smiled at her as you moved your fingers up to caress her face.

"I think it's unfair for Pietro to say that." You say. "Every time I've tried to bring up order, war, or anything related to that, I've been called a child. So I think it's unfair that just because I'm focusing on the most important part of my life I get called out for it."

Wanda's eyes widened slightly, her cheeks flushed.

"You think I'm the most important part of your life?" She asked shyly, making you smile.

"Of course you are, Wanda." You reply as if it were obvious, squeezing her reddened cheek and making her laugh. "My little grumpy witch."

Wanda rolls her eyes, grabbing a fistful of your shirt to pull you close, and give you a lingering kiss. You smile against her lips, and when she pulls away she keeps her forehead pressed against yours.

"I love you." She whispers with her eyes closed. "I love you so much I think I'm going to suffocate."

You sigh, feeling her emotions. She feels love, vibrant, pulsing. You think you might cry if you don't keep your eyes closed.

"I know." You whisper back. "It's like you can't put all the love out, no matter how hard you try."

"Does that scare you?" Wanda asks, her hand coming down on your waist. "Us? How intense it feels?"

You let out a short laugh.

"Scare me?" You retort. "It's the only thing that secures me."

Wanda sighs, pulling away to look at you. You smile, your hand on her cheek, caressing her skin with your thumb.

"You, Wanda Maximoff, are the only certain I hold on to." You confess. "You are the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. My love for you is the only thing I am sure I never want to lose."

Wanda's eyes are watery, but you know they are tears of happiness. You can feel it too. And you don't need her to say it back to you to know either.

"I can't lose you." She whispers as she lets the tears flow. "I won't survive."

"I'm not going anywhere, Wanda." You assure by looking into her eyes, but she swallows dryly, unable to hold back her tears. You feel her despair, you want to get these feelings out of her, but you don't know how. You hold her tightly, and Wanda lies against you.

When she opens her mind to you, you understand. She still thinks of you in the dungeons of the castle. She shares her insecurities, and her traumas. You take it all in, and the grip tightens. You also begin to cry when she stops sharing.

"I'm sorry." You tell her, and repeat it a few times until she stops crying. When she does, you're both exhausted, and she just pulls away to straighten up, her face buried in your neck, inhaling your perfume.

"Stay with me." She asks against your skin, and you smile with your eyes closed.

"I will." You whisper against her ear. "I will stay forever."

//-//-//-//-//

Hogwarts feels different.

Although the trip to the castle was the same as other years, there is a different tension in the air.

The train was also considerably emptier.

Not that you noticed it so much, Wanda's presence being your complete focus. Your sisters' teasing about it making you ignore your surroundings even more just to look at Wanda.

And when you all arrived at the castle, everything seemed even worse than last year.

"Are those dementors?" Gamora asks in surprise as you all are walking down toward the carriages. You notice the buzzing around the train, the other students also noticing the creatures flying over the castle in the distance.

Wanda's hand intertwined in yours is the only thing keeping you calm.

Before you can show any reaction, Drax, the fighter guard is shouting for everyone to hurry, that it was not safe to stay outside, and you were pushed along with the crowd inside the vehicles.

"What the hell is going on with this place?" Nebula asks as the carriage starts to move.

"I don't know, but having Dementors back in the castle is definitely not a good sign." Wanda comments looking out the window.

The silence of the drive to the castle is filled with speculation about the changes at the beginning of the year, and none of you are excited for Professor Kaecilius' continuing direction. Nobody seems happy with the absence of Professor Erik on the faculty either.

You don't miss the opportunity to tease Gamora about her boyfriend not coming back to Hogwarts this year, but it backfires when she scoffs that not everyone needs to be together all the time like you and Wanda to date.

When you finally arrived, there were aurors in almost every corridor of the castle now, but they were shabby-looking wizards you had never seen before, and no sign of Carol Danvers.

As soon as you made mention of joining the Slytherin table, one of them put his hand in your way.

"Each student must join their house at the opening ceremony." Said the wizard seriously, and you frowned.

"That's ridiculous." You retorted impatiently, taking a step forward. The wizard drew his wand and you widened your eyes in surprise, automatically covering Wanda with your body.

"I won't say it again." Warned the man, and you were ready to duel, but Professor Strange seemed to have emerged from the floor, and touched your shoulder quickly.

"Miss Stark, please, let's all calm down." He ordered, and you grimaced in indignation. The small scene was already attracting the attention of the students who were entering the hall.

"Tell the student to go to her assigned table or she will be punished, professor." Warned the auror and you clenched your jaw, taking a step forward, but Wanda squeezed your hand pulling you back.

"Please, everyone in your seats right now." Strange said. "Let's not start the year with a fuss, okay?"

You ignored Stephen to look at Wanda, who let go of your hand to gently smooth your cloak, moving closer to kiss your cheek, and whisper in your ear "I love you." before turning away, smiling shyly as she turned to the Slytherin table and left.

You sighed, exchanging an angry look with the auror before walking over to the Hufflepuff table, Mantis behind you.

The year's announcements were even more absurd.

"[...] As many of you may have known this summer, as per the announcements of the Daily Prophet, I will be taking over as headmaster of Hogwarts." Announced Professor Kaecilius with a polite smile that made you roll your eyes. Your attention immediately returned to the Slytherin table, and you already found Wanda looking at you.

When your gazes meet, she blushes, quickly turning away, and making you smile.

"Hey, that sounds important." Mantis commented beside you, noticing that you were distracted, exchanging glances with Wanda across the hall.

You mumbled, pretending to pay attention to the director.

"It is clear that this will be a difficult year for us, and typically adverse until the Ministry of Magic faces the dangers beyond this castle." Kaecilius commented and you frowned, finally paying attention to the speech. "It is to prioritize the safety of the students, I have been in contact with the minister of magic himself, and new conceptions have been allowed this year to properly prepare the students for the dangers of the wizarding world."

The hall shared some buzz, but the professor just cleared his throat, continuing to speak.

"This year we will be accompanied not only by the guards of Azkaban, but also by a team of special aurors, sent by the minister himself to ensure the integrity of the castle and the safety of our students. " Kaecilius said, motioning in the center of the hall. "In addition, a change was necessary in the curriculum of this school, due to the disfavor the old direction caused in the education of all of you."

"That doesn't sound good." Mantis whispered beside you.

"I'm sure it isn't." You whispered back, looking at the principal.

"The importance of teaching without ideological barriers has been reassessed, and the minister has decided that freedom is a crucial point in the education of our society." Kaecilius announced, holding out his arms. "Classifications like right, or wrong, are... backwardness. We, as a free society, need to evolve. And we are going to start that here. With our young people."

You're not sure if it was an auror or one of the teachers who applauded first, but soon the hall followed, more out of cordiality than anything else. You did not, nor did Mantis, or any of your friends, and neither did some of the other students.

When dinner was served, you felt too concerned to feed yourself, but Mantis poked you in the ribs.

"What do you think all that speech meant?" She asks and you stir your steak with your fork, sighing before answering.

"Don't you think it's obvious?" You ask rhetorically. "They're going to teach dark magic."

Mantis's eyes widen in surprise, but you feel tired. You want to go back to where Wanda is.

But then Peter Parker is speaking.

"Did you hear what some of the Gryffindors are saying about Minister Schmidt's aurors?" he asked and you and Mantis both deny with your heads. He leaned in, lowering his voice. "They are called the Red Skulls. They were a task force in the first war. And they weren't on the right side."

You become apprehensive at the information. It's as if Hogwarts is being controlled by the wrong people now. You really have no appetite after that. So all you do during dinner is listen to the parallel conversations between your housemates and your friend.

You wished Harley had come back to Hogwarts this year, but she wrote to you over the summer saying that just like Ivy, she would study magic from home now. You missed her lightness when you had to listen to Peter's nervous comments.

As dinner ended, you hoped to join Wanda, but the aurors controlled the lines back to the dormitories, wands in hand.

You clenched your jaw, feeling frustrated and angry as soon as you made mention of leaving the line and the same auror from earlier appeared.

"Let's not do that again, Stark girl." He warned and you held your wand in your robes, staring at him angrily.

"A word, Stark?" Professor Strange interrupted again, appearing beside the auror. He touched the wizard on the shoulder. "Please, Mr. Klaue, I will escort Miss Stark back to the Hufflepuff dormitory when we're done."

The minor wizard stared back at you before turning his attention back to the line and Stephen gestured with his head for you to accompany him out of the hall.

You walked to the corner of the entrance, and Stephen leaned slightly toward you.

"How are things, Stark? Did you have a good summer?" He asked, making you frown.

"The best." You replied dryly. " Everything was awesome until I came back and some jerk kept me from seeing my girlfriend."

Stephen sighed lightly, looking at the rest of the rows that were moving away, the hall quickly becoming empty.

"I'm sorry about that. I wish things were different, but they won't be for long." He says, practically whispering. You cross your arms, annoyed at the way the aurors in the distance are clearly watching you and Stephen talk.

"What the hell is going on in this place anyway, professor?" You ask irritated.

"The same thing that's going on outside." He replies. "Miss Stark, I won't have as many opportunities to talk to you this year. So I'll say it now. Be careful. Not like the years before, going out at night and sneaking out of the castle. No. Hogwarts will not be the same this year. You, as well as your friends, must be careful."

You frowned, but softened your expression as you noticed the pure concern on Strange's face. But before you could say anything, he was looking away and there was an auror beside you.

"Students should return to their dormitories after dinner." The man announced, already grabbing your arm and making you let out a mixed exclamation of surprise and anger.

"There's no need for that." The professor immediately interfered, releasing the man's grip, who took a step forward.

"I would be careful with secrets, Mr. Strange." Warned the wizard. "You don't want to be tried for treason, like that mudblood, do you?"

Strange clenched his jaw, and you think you've never seen him so angry.

"Do not threaten me, Mr Stane." Stephen retorted, and you swallowed dryly as you saw the wizard grab his wand on his belt, but he didn't draw it. The wizard just laughed wryly and made a noise with his mouth, like a whistle, to get you to walk.

You exchanged a look with the professor before doing so, hurrying to keep up with the end of the Hufflepuff line.

//-//-//-//-//

You were too worried to sleep.

And nothing had happened, but just the fact that you knew things were different made you uncomfortable and worried about Wanda's safety.

You had your cloak, and ignoring Strange's instructions, you waited for everyone to be asleep before leaving the dorm, completely invisible in the dark.

Aurors were making rounds through the halls, much more than before. And there were many more wizards, and you didn't know where they seemed to come from.

You thought it best to put a spell on your shoes so they wouldn't make noise, and so you passed through the corridors quietly.

At the portrait door your troubles began.

"Hey buddy, let me in." You warned the painting, which grumbled as it was woken up, squinting and then assuming a stern posture.

"Get out of here, blood traitor!" Retorted the painting causing you to frown.

"Say that again and I will rip you apart!" You angrily warned, but the painting gave a mean little laugh and then began to shout.

"Student out of bed, student out of bed!" His high-pitched voice echoed in the halls, and you hurried to cover your head with your cloak again, feeling your heart race when you heard footsteps approaching through the halls.

You started to run, and only stopped when you were far enough away.

And then you realized where you were again.

You remember the path from your nightmares.

Swallowing hard, you take a step back, but you bump into the wall.

It is the entrance to the dungeon where Agatha took you.

Nothing looks different, you wonder if the ministry even went in there.

You feel your stomach turn, and your heart is racing even more. The memories of what happened come back all at once, but you close your eyes, taking a deep breath and pushing them away.

You are safe.

And you walk away from that corridor quickly, feeling suffocated.

And then you bump into someone, trip over the cloak, and fall to the floor.

"Interesting choice of destination, Miss Stark." Professor Kaecilius comments as you swallow dryly, looking at him while you are still on the floor. He keeps his hands in his pockets."I was hoping for a more mature attitude in your sixth year, but clearly that was a mistaken expectation."

"Sorry, professor, but I'm still sleepwalking." You retort getting up, and are surprised that he gives you a wry smile. You feel nervous then, because he is now so comfortable at Hogwarts that he feels free to laugh at your jokes.

"I should have predicted that you would come back to this place." He then says, looking toward the room for a moment before returning his gaze to you. "If you had asked permission, perhaps I would have conceived."

You clench your jaw, not knowing exactly how to escape this confusion. Professor Kaecilius assumes a stern expression next.

"I don't care for the unruly way that Agatha conducted this school, but I assure you that it will not be the same manner in which I will conduct it." He says and with a flick of his right hand, the fallen invisibility cloak closes and jumps on his arm. You swallow dryly, but say nothing. "Adjusting to the new curriculum will take up most of your routine during this week, but you must learn to value the rules. Your detentions will take place on Saturdays for the next three months."

"Three months?" You exclaim in shock, and Kaecilius sighs.

"Perhaps four would be more appropriate, you have a bad track record."

You bite your tongue, holding back from cursing your teacher.

" Follow me to your dormitory, Miss Stark." Says the professor next, already starting to walk. "We don't want any more incidents, do we?"

The path is silent, but there is a nervous tension.

At the door, Professor Kaecilius turns to you.

"I would sleep now, if I were you, Miss Stark." He warns. "It takes discipline to become a competent witch, and sleep will not be an acceptable excuse for failing your classes."

You frown, but the professor waves, and you walk into the dormitory, the doorframe closing behind you.

Just as you reach your room, Mantis is opening the curtains on her bed.

"Where the hell have you been?" She asks worriedly as you take off your shoes to lie down.

"Wanda." You grumble before throwing yourself onto the mattress, sinking your face into the pillow. Seeing your dissatisfaction, Mantis sits up in your bed, poking you lightly in the ribs.

"What happened?" she asks and you sigh in frustration. When you tell her what happened, she has a mixed expression of concern and annoyance.

"I'm sorry about the cloak." She says. "And well, about the detention too."

"It's okay." You mumble. "I just wanted to see my girlfriend."

"I'm sure she's fine." Mantis says, and seeing your grimace she giggles. "Can't you feel these things? If you're not sensing anything, she's asleep, right?"

You sigh, nodding. Mantis is right. You just miss her, but other than that, you don't have any chills or anything. Wanda is safe.

"Thank you, Mantis." You say shyly, playing with the threads of the pillow. "Sometimes, I don't remember that, and I worry for nothing."

"It's okay." She says. "That's how it is when you love someone."

You smile and Mantis gives you a wink before getting up, and returning to her own bed.

"Now, let's go to sleep please, I'm thinking we're in for a busy week." She comments and you murmur in agreement.

You are afraid that " busy" is not the best adjective to define it.

//-//-//-//-//

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dragon-kazansky · 3 years

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Made with love | Helmut Zemo

Chef Zemo AU! 👨‍🍳

Gender neutral reader!

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Part 1

You had always wanted to travel through Europe. You wanted to see those streets at least once in your life. Meet the people, attention the languages, taste the food, and maybe even do a little shopping in certain cities.

Your friend, Wanda Maximoff, came from a rather unknown country called Sokovia. When you had told her about your trip, she had brought it up. She hadn't been back home since she left, but she remembered it well. She suggested some places to go if you ever stopped by. You made a mental note to drop by her home country for her sake.

Sokovia was a declining country. It had its fair share of issues and problems, but it was still out there waiting to be discovered. The least you could do was visit on your travels.

You had passed through Spain and France, spent a few extra days in Gemany, stopping by the Netherlands to see Amsterdam. You have lost count of the photos you had taken in Austria, and it was as your stay in Poland was coming to an end when you remembered about Sokovia. The other countries you had planned to pass through would have to wait. You spent your last night Poland planning the flyover to Sokovia, luckily finding a flight that will take you to the capital.

In your pocket you kept the list of places Wanda and suggested, her hoping most of them were still there. You would of course take pictures for her.

The plane landed and you exited the airport. You wanted to see the city. A cab station near by grabbed your attention, so you hurried over. You asked the driver of the nearest cab to drop you off in the city centre. He did.

Looking around Novi Grad, you were taken in. The city was old. People were going about their business, but some even turned to smile at you as you walked along. You took in the area, admiring the buildings and the people. You were impressed and in awe with the city.

You keep an eye out for somewhere to stay, checking Wanda's list as you go incase you spot one of the places on it.

You're not sure how long you have been strolling the streets when something catches your eye. It's not a very big building, but it stands out. A restaurant. A Spanish restaurant. You smile. Spain was one of your first stops when you got to Europe, the food was one of your favourite parts.

You realise just how hungry you are. You hadn't eaten anything since before your flight. The door is open and it looks like a good place to stop.

You look up at the sign as you get closer to it. Gold letters on a purple background. There was something elegant about it.

Escorpión Morado

You look at your list quickly. It's on there. Purple Scorpion. Wanda knew about this place. You put away the list, grab your camera, and stand far enough away to get a shot of the exterior. You smile at the outcome.

Outside there were a few tables. Four, to be exact. They had a nice view of the courtyard just in front of the restaurant. The entrance was two narrow double doors, opened wide to let air into the shop, and allowing easy access for the customers to come and go. The shop being on the corner of the street allowed a view on either side theiugh the large windows. On each window was the name of the restaurant in faint lettering. You could see inside, but decided you could admire it better by going in.

Entering the restaurant, you were welcomed with a certain warmth. It wasn't too busy, but there was still several people here, enjoying themselves. You took a picture of the inside.

The inside was nice and open, plenty of room to move around. A bar was situated at the far end, a couple of people sitting at it. You walked over the polished floor and made your way to the back. You pick a stool and sit down, looking up at the menu. There were plenty of options.

"What can I get for you?" A voice asks, coming over to you. You turn your head to see who was speaking, your voice suddenly doesn't want to work.

The man comes to stop in front of you. Brown hair swept to the side, dark brown eyes, sparkling with amusement, a smile tugging at his lips. His shirt sleeves were pushed back up to his elbows, and apron was around his waist. He had very clearly just been in the kitchen.

He tilts his head to the side slightly. You had yet to answer him.

"Are you alright?" He asks. "English?"

Oh, he thought you didn't understand.

"Um, yes. I speak English. I'm sorry, I'm fine," you feel embarrassed, shuffling on the stool slightly.

"That's alright. What can I get for you?" He asks, offering a friendly smile.

You glance up at the menu again. "What do you reccomend?"

As you glance back, you see his smile widen. You had eaten tapas while you were in Spain, but you found yourself wanting to hear him speak again. There was something about his accent that was satisfying.

"Since I haven't see you around here before, I'll make a special for you. How does that sound?"

"That sounds lovely, thank you."

He smiles and leaves you to go and make it himself. You look around the restaurant again while you wait.

On the wall just off to the side, there was a plaque. You get up and walk over to it, wanting to read what was on it. There was a photo above the plaque that caught your attention first. An older gentleman, dressed smartly and looking proud. You read the plaque to find out who he is.

Or was.

Heinrich Zemo

Founder of Escorpión Morado.

He died a few years ago, leaving the restaurant to his son, Helmut Zemo. There was no photo of his son, but you assumed he was here somewhere.

Actually, looking at the photo, you could awe some semblance with the man who had served you. Was he the owner?

You look at the plaque once more before going back sit down. The atmosphere in here was nice. You could see yourself coming here every day just to pass time. It certainly seemed like a favourite spot for these people.

You smiled as you glanced over the few people gathered here. A couple by the window, just looking out at people passing by. A man sitting at the bar talking to one of the staff members, they seemed to be enjoying themselves. There were a couple of families taking up tables here and there.

It was very relaxing here.

You turn back around when the man returns, he puts the dish down in front of you and smiles. It looks delicious, just like the one you had back in Spain.

He stands there as you take your first bite.

You stop and look at him as soon as the food touches your tongue. It's amazing. You smile as you eat it, nodding at him, impressed.

"This is the best tapas I've ever eaten."

He looks really pleased with himself.

"Is that so?"

"Yeah, especially since I was Spain not that long ago." You go for another bite.

"A traveller?"

"Yeah. I always wanted to see Europe, so I've been saving like crazy and here I am."

He leans against the counter, seemingly interested in this information. You're not complaining, he is definitely attractive company.

"And you found yourself here of all places."

"I have a friend who comes from Sokovia. She had mentioned it to me before I left for my trip, the least I could do was come and see," you told him, still enjoying your meal.

"Sokovia isn't exactly a popular destination, but I welcome you all the same. I also welcome you to my restaurant."

"Ah, so you are Helmut Zemo? I was reading the plaque over there," you said, nodding over at the wall.

"The one and only. Do I get the honour of your name?"

"So you ask all your customers for their names?" You ask, smiling at him.

"Only the really interesting ones."

"Interesting? I've been here all of five minutes. What makes you think I'm interesting?"

"When you work in a business like this, you get to know who is interesting or not. It comes with the territory. Also, moat of my customers are locals, so anyone from outside the country has to be interesting in some way," he crosses his arms and looks at you smugly.

"I see," you chuckle.

"Is that a no, then?"

"Y/N. My name is Y/N," you reply rather bashful.

"Y/N, lovely."

The way he says it with his accent makes a shiver run down your spine. You had a sudden need for him to say it again, but you also had to remember to be a normal human being who isn't going to freak out the lovely man they just met.

"Your meal is on the house."

You look up at him sharply.

"Oh no, please let me pay," you say urgently.

He shakes his head.

"No, this one is free. Only this one."

"You say that as if you know I'm going to come back," you look at him with a narrowed gaze.

"I trust that you will," he smirks.

"Why?"

"Well, you ate everything, complimented both my food and establishment, and I'm far too interesting, myself, for you only to come by once."

You laugh softly, shaking your head at him. His eyes lit up at the sound.

"Insufferable," you say, sliding off the stool.

"I'm aware, you get used to it."

You smile as you make sure you don't leave any of your belongings behind and thank him for the delicious food.

"Come again," he says.

"I'll think about it."

You leave, knowing he was smiling as you left the building. You make your way across the square, resisting looking back through the window to see if he was still there.

You pull out your phone and bring up a map. You needed to find somewhere to stay for a few nights. You didn't have to look far. There was a small hotel up ahead and around the corner. You decided to try there.

Finding it wasn't too hard. You only had to go down a small backstreet. It was out of the way and hidden, a nice peaceful place to stay for a while.

You enter. The lobby wasn't too big and it was nice and quiet. The building was old, but the inside seemed well looked after.

You walk over to the desk and smile at the man sitting there.

"Hello."

He smiles, "hello."

He spoke English too. That was good. Your Sokovian was... nonexistent.

"I would like a room for a few nights."

He nods and opens a big book information front of him. He grabs a pen and flicks through room numbers.

"How long are you staying?"

"Three nights? Yeah, three should do." You still had countries to check off your list.

He nods and asks you to sign the book. While you do so he grabs a key from the wall behind him. You pass him the book back and take the key.

"Enjoy your stay."

You nod and take the stairs up. Your room was nice. Big enough for one person and on the main street side, where you came up to get here. You could just about see the square from the window.

You sat on the bed. Perfect. There was a TV, but something told you it would be Sokovian television. Maybe you could watch it just for the sake of it.

You lay back on the bed and took our your phone, calling Wanda.

She picked up almost immediately.

"Y/N, where are you?"

You smile, "Sokovia. You were right, Wanda, it's very pretty here."

You hear her little gasp down the phone.

"You're actually there? You're making me homesick now."

You chuckle softly.

"I'm sorry, Wanda. It's a beautiful city though. I even stopped off at one of the restaurants you listed."

"You did? Which one?"

"Escorpión Morado."

"Escorpión Morado? Oh my gosh! It's still there? Did you meet Heinrich? I remember him being so wonderful to his customers."

"Actually, Wanda, Heinrich passed away a few years ago. His son runs it now, but I guess you could say I did technically meet the owner."

"My heart is saddened to hear of his loss. I do vaguely remember his son. Though back then he worked in the kitchen and very rarely came out."

"Helmut is rather lovely. He stayed and talked to me while I ate."

"Is he cute?"

You roll your eyes at her question.

"He might be," you chuckle.

"Perhaps a romance will spark and you'll be left heartbroken because you'll have to come back here and maybe never see him again. I'll be here watching you drink wine straight from the bottle and gobble down ice cream because you're utterly in love with this man you met once while travelling."

"Wanda, I need you to stop watching those chick flick movies and come back to the real world. I'm not going to fall in love with him. His food, however, is to die for."

"Oh, you're in love with the food. Spain exists, you know."

"I know, I was there, remember? Kind of missing the sun, if I'm being honest, but my God Wanda, this man can cook."

"Marry that man, Y/N. He can cook."

"Wanda, shut up," you laugh with her down the phone.

"Never. Enjoy your time in my home country, Y/N. It honestly means the world to me that you're there."

"In taking photos, don't worry! I'll be home soon, Wanda. See you."

You end the call.

You drop your phone on the bed beside you and stare up at the ceiling. So far you really liked Sokovia, very different from places you had been to so far.

You smile as you think about Helmut. He was certainly the most memorable part of your stay here so far.

Maybe you would visit him again tomorrow.

For the food, obviously.

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mimisempai · 3 years

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When you kiss me, you speak to my soul

Summary:

5 times when Loki receives an unexpected kiss and once when he gives one. (or more)

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This story inaugurates a new series.

"Together, for all time, always"

This series is my way out in case our boys don't canonically have a happy ending.Background: After the events of the TV show, all the members of the TVA are aware of their status as variants and decide to work together on a better TVA. The main team is composed of Loki, Mobius, Sylvie and Miss Minute. The rest will come as time goes by. The stories do not necessarily follow each other.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32203465

3123 words - Rating G

"Okay Loki! You know that in order to get your time travel pass, you have to prove that you know the rules perfectly."

Loki, annoyed, rolled his eyes and sighed,

"Honestly, I'm a rehabilitated variant, god of mischief, who saved the TVA from its slavery, that pass should be granted to me without going through any fucking tests!"

Miss Minutes jumped in front of Loki and pointed her little finger in the direction of Loki's nose, "Ttttt a god don't swear! And when the new TVA administration, of which you are a part, put the rules in place, you all decided to start over. With a new, admittedly less rigid, but still regulated basis that you signed up! Come on, only two more points to validate!"

Loki grumbled, itching to send the little clock flying.

Unperturbed, Miss Minutes continued, "Tell me the basic rules of time travel? "

Loki began to recite in a bored tone, "Do not interact with yourself, do not interact with your ancestors, do not interact with historical figures. Don't interact with the big events in history even if it means not being able to save everyone. Pay attention to small details and use your time wisely.

"Perfect my little Loki!"

"Hey, a little respect Miss Mimi!"

The little clock coughed and Loki noticed a slight flush on her little cheeks.

"Well, then explain to me the three major paradoxes of time travel."

Loki, keeping the same jaded look on his face, recited again, "The Grandfather Paradox, if you go back in time to kill your grandfather, you effectively kill your father, and therefore yourself. The Predestination Paradox is simply when your past self is the very cause of your need to travel back in time. This creates an endless loop of travel, which is why it is also called a closed causal loop. Finally, the Bootstrap Paradox. It occurs when something is returned, often to the traveler himself, negating the need for its creation in the first place."

The little clock jumped all over Loki's desk, clapping!

"Yay my little Loki! You'll be allowed to get your pass validated!"

Loki, happy but irritated by the little machine, asked him, "So that means I don't need your lessons anymore, right?"

"Absolutely!"

Loki rubbed his hands together as he said, "Perfect."

He began to move his hand, thinking of a spell to cast on the annoying little clock.

A voice whispered in his ear, "Loki... what did we say about spelling those weaker than ourselves?"

Loki turned to Mobius with a pout, "but Mobiuuus, just a little spell!"

Mobius bent down and took the hand with which Loki was about to cast his spell.

He said softly, "These hands do such beautiful magic, it would be such a shame to make them cast second rate spells."

He laid a gentle kiss to the back of Loki's hand and then walked away with a quiet step.

Loki, slightly surprised, touched lightly with his other hand the place where Mobius' lips had lingered.

Then he got up quickly, knocked over his chair and ran behind him.

Miss Minute, who had witnessed the scene, raised her eyes to the sky and returned to her screen.

Mobius was waiting outside the elevator.

"Mobius!"

Mobius turned around, Loki was coming towards him with a quick step. He looked at his watch and said with a slightly reproachful tone, "You'll really have to learn to be on time!"

Loki, with a cheeky grin on his face, replied, "I find I'm making progress, yesterday I was 13 minutes late and today only 11."

Mobius rolled his eyes and was about to answer him when they were interrupted by the voiceover from the elevator.

"The elevator is momentarily out of order, please use the service stairs."

Mobius walked to the door next to the elevator and held it open, waving his hand towards Loki.

"After you."

Loki walked past him and began to descend the stairs.

Almost arriving at the bottom, Mobius, on Loki's heels, put a hand on his shoulder and turned him to face him.

"What's wrong?" Loki asked him, surprised.

"Nothing's wrong. Everything's fine," Mobius replied softly before taking his face in his hands and leaning in to kiss him.

A few moments later, they separated to catch their breath.

Loki gasped slightly, asking Mobius, "I'm not complaining, but what was that for?"

As they finished descending the stairs Mobius replied, "It was the perfect opportunity to reverse the roles, for once I was the one who had to bend over to kiss you."

Loki was still smiling as they walked through the door.

As they passed by the elevator, the door opened to reveal the other members of their team.

"Huh? Is the elevator fixed yet? We took the stairs because they reported that the elevator was momentarily out of order, like... three minutes ago."

"What? But we got on it three minutes ago, four floors higher than you."

Loki looked back at Mobius with a little doubt.

Mobius replied, "Just because you're the god of mischief, doesn't mean you're the only one who can use it."

"Argh, for crying out loud, dates, more dates, always dates!!!"

Loki rubbed his eyes trying to fight the fatigue that was overtaking him.

He stood up, took a few steps to stretch his legs before returning to his seat and continuing to flip through his files.

"Need a helping hand?"

Mobius put his hand on Loki's shoulder and gently squeezed it before sitting down across from him without waiting for an answer.

He continued, "I know this isn't your favorite part of the job, Loki, but it's part of it and I'm glad to see that despite your reluctance, you're not afraid to pitch in.

Loki grunted, "I just don't think it's fair, Sylvie never has to do this kind of work. She's always out there."

"Have you been traveling through time, through all kinds of apocalypses like her for that long?"

"Hmph!Always the voice of wisdom huh?"

Mobius snickered, "Me? No, of course not, but the wiser of the two of us, that I am."

"You prick!" muttered Loki.

"Hey, I heard that!"

They both immersed themselves in the files.

After two hours, Mobius saw Loki get up.

"I'm going to stretch my legs for two minutes."

"Okay."

Five minutes later he saw a small bowl of salad appear in front of his eyes.

Loki said to him as he sat down, "to make up for my bad mood of earlier."

Mobius put his hand on Loki's forearm, "Loki, there is nothing to forgive. You are allowed to have mood swings. I'm not asking you to be someone else. But thank you for the consideration."

He ate the salad Loki had brought him while the god got back to work.

A little later, he was disturbed in his research by a light snore, he looked up at the familiar sight of Loki asleep, his head on his crossed arms.

He had a fond smile. He knew that this kind of work must seem tedious to someone like Loki and yet, even though he grumbled and acted like a drama queen on a regular basis, it didn't stop him from working seriously.

Looking at the time, he thought they had worked enough for today.

He stood up and whispered in his partner's ear, "Loki, wake up. It's late. We're done for the day."

As Loki slowly opened his eyes, Mobius placed a kiss on the top of his head before getting up and going to put the files away.

Loki straightened up and was stretching again when Mobius returned.

"Was I dreaming or did you kiss me on the head?"

"Unfortunately my sleeping beauty's lips weren't accessible so I had to settle for kissing the top of her head to get her to wake up."

Mobius winked at her and headed for the door.

He turned and said again, "Are we going home?"

Loki, who still hadn't gotten used to the warmth these few words provoked in him, quickened his pace to join him.

When Mobius arrived at the cafeteria, he saw Loki concentrating at the dessert counter.

He joined him, placing his hand on his lower back to signal his presence.

"You look completely absorbed in the contemplation of these desserts. Do you have a favorite?"

Loki turned his head toward him and grumbled, "There's always so much to choose from. And every time there's a new kind. I don't even know what to choose. In Asgard there was fruit and... fruit."

Mobius was amused every time Loki was faced with this kind of problem. He made it an insurmountable challenge. This time, Mobius offered to help him.

"If you want we'll take several and share."

Loki nodded, " You choose, because I don't know what to take."

"Okay, go sit down, I'll pick and join you."

Mobius took a sample of several desserts, located the table Loki was sitting at and joined him.

They spent the next hour sharing the dessert plate. It was just the two of them left in the cafeteria. Loki was finishing the tiramisu while Mobius was bringing a last spoonful of chocolate mousse to his mouth.

"So, have you made your choice? What's your favorite?"

Loki licked his lips and replied, "Undoubtedly the tiramisu."

He put his spoon down and asked Mobius, "What about you?"

Mobius, who was sitting next to him, moved closer and looking at Loki's lips, murmured softly, "I'm hesitating between the chocolate mousse and the tiramisu."

He closed the distance between them and placed his lips on Loki's. Loki parted his lips and let Mobius explore his mouth with his skilled tongue. Mobius finished the fierce kiss with a light bite on Loki's lower lip, soothing him with a final lick. Then he moved back.

"I think in the end, tiramisu is my favorite."

They had just returned from the mission and were in the locker room.

Loki was putting his things away in his locker. As always after a successful mission, he was so excited that he was talking non-stop.

Replaying the events in detail, and because he was Loki, he didn't hesitate to emphasize the moments when he and Mobius had been particularly good.

The rest of the team was used to it and listened with one ear.

Mobius smiled fondly.

Continuing to babble, Loki followed the rest of the team for the post-mission debriefing.

As he walked out the door, he felt himself being pulled back. Then a hand reached into his hair and pulled out the tie that held it together.

He looked back at Mobius who was putting the rubber band in his pocket.

"Mobius?"

Mobius walked over to him.

"Why did you do that?"

Mobius replied with a mischievous smile, "Because when you have your hair tied back, I can't do that."

He raised his hand, and pushed behind Loki's ear the strands of hair that fell over Loki's face, letting his hand linger on the god's neck.

" Neither this."

With his hand on the back of Loki's neck, he ran his fingers through Loki's hair to comb it before gently grabbing it and pulling his head back slightly.

Having cleared with this gesture the throat of Loki, he deposited a rain of butterfly kisses.

Loki sighed, his lips parted, "Mobius..."

Mobius moved back again leaving his hand in Loki's hair.

"Nor this."

He raised his second hand and joined it with the first on the back of Loki's neck, tangling his fingers in the long black strands before pressing gently, forcing the god to tilt his head forward. Their lips were so close that each could feel the other's breath. Mobius pressed his lips to Loki's, his fingers clutching his hair as the god's hands found his waist.

Their kiss was long and slow, and when Mobius pulled back, nipping at Loki's bottom lip, He saw that his eyes were clouded and his mouth wide open.

"That's exactly why I like you better with your hair loose."

With a smile, he kissed Loki briefly on the cheek and headed for the locker room door, the bouncy step of one who has just won a victory, oblivious to Loki's hungry stare.

Loki had had enough.

Mobius obviously enjoyed starting fires with Loki and never extinguished them.

Loki was on edge.

Not that Loki didn't appreciate Mobius' spontaneous displays of affection and kisses, the man was extremely inventive and talented, but he felt like a ball of clay in his hands.

His pride as a god of mischief was at stake!

He had to regain the upper hand, just a little, just a few moments.

"Hoho miss Minutes, looks like someone needs to get laid!"

"Hey Syl! I'm just a pure little watch. I don't want to know anything about your sex lives!"

Sylvie sitting with her feet up on Loki's desk fluttered a paper cutter in the air and snickered back, " Which sex life Mimi?"

The watch returned to the screen and grumbled, "Never mind, Loki and Mobius's love life is none of my business! Hmph!"

Loki with his hands on his hips and a dark look in his eyes, muttered to Sylvie, "Don't you have a job to do instead of gossiping with that piece of junk clock?"

"Hey jerk! I heard you!" Shouted the little voice from the monitor.

"It's so much more interesting to watch you mope about your mustachioed prince."

Loki slumped into the other chair, a sulky look on his face.

"It's not so bad though?" asked Sylvie, studying him, her chin on her hand.

Loki told her everything, from the kiss on his hand to the fiery kiss in the locker room.

"And you dare to complain?!" Sylvie asked him, quite irritated, "You have a man who is completely devoted to you, and full of attention for you. Do you realize how lucky you are?"

"Wait, Syl! It's not that I don't like it. On the contrary, but... argh" Loki tugged at his hair, "I don't know how to say it, before, the Loki before the TVA, I've always been a hedonist who enjoys the pleasures of life, who takes and throws, but now, even though I'm still a hedonist, I don't just want to consume anymore, I want to give too. And right now I feel like I'm the only one receiving."

"Aw, you're cute you know."

"Hey! Don't make fun of me!"

"But no, well just a little bit, but really Loki, the fact that you're thinking about this, shows how much you've evolved right? Have you even tried talking to Mobius about it?"

Loki shook his head, "You know me, I often talk a lot to mask my insecurities and also because I like to listen to myself talk, but anyway what I mean is that when it's serious I'm unable to express myself properly."

"And show him?"

"How?"

Sylvie rolled her eyes, "Loki, are you the god of mischief or not? You are capable of seducing anyone! Don't embarrass me!"

A few moments later, alone in his office, he thought back to this discussion.

How could he surprise Mobius?

Mobius who knew how to read all his tricks...

Of course! The answer was obvious!

What better way than a direct approach!

He waited for the right moment and went to Mobius' office, sure to find him there.

As he walked through the door, Mobius looked up, a smile blooming on his face as he saw Loki.

"Loki!" He wanted to stand up, Loki stopped him by waving his hand. With one hand he locked the office door and with the other, using a flick of his wrist, he turned Mobius's chair around before walking towards him.

Then, without warning his lover, he straddled Mobius' lap and framed his face with his hands before throwing himself on Mobius' mouth.

Mobius pushed him back slightly and managed to articulate, panting, "Wait, wait, wait Loki! What's the matter with you? Not that I'm against it, but I'm surprised, pleasantly surprised, that you'd take the initiative like this."

Loki with his forehead and lips against Mobius' replied, equally breathless, "The problem is that my lover has been teasing me all week, kissing me everywhere and at any time, and hasn't given me a chance to return the favor, so now you shut up and let me kiss you! It's my turn!"

As Loki resumed the interrupted kiss, Mobius decided, with the last fragment of coherent thought he possessed, that all he had to do was enjoy it. He just ran his hands over Loki's hips pressing him closer until there was no more space between them.

He tried to control the kiss, but Loki would not let him, and finally, after a brief struggle, he gave in to the kiss and the shivers of pleasure that ran down his spine.

He believed to be out of air when Loki moved back slightly and fixed him, the eyes shining with satisfaction, licking his lips like a cat which had just devoured a pot of cream.

They slowly caught their breath and Mobius couldn't help but gently tuck a lock of Loki's hair back behind his ear in a gesture that was becoming more and more familiar.

Loki leaned into Mobius' hand.

"Hey Loki, more seriously," Mobius told him softly, "does it bother you that I'm acting like this? Because you know you can tell me."

Loki sighed, "It doesn't bother me per se, it's just the lack of reciprocity, the fact that I'm receiving a lot and giving nothing."

Mobius shook his head with a smile, "Sweetheart," he couldn't help but notice that Loki seemed to appreciate the endearment, "that's not how it works. When you kissed me just now, did you feel pleasure?"

Loki, indignant, protested, "Yes, of course I-"

Mobius put a finger to his lips.

"It's the same for me, you know. I am aware that in your head the gears are spinning wildly non stop, but in such cases, don't think. Just enjoy it, there's nothing selfish about it."

Loki nodded, then passionately kissed his lover once more, until they were both out of breath again.

Then Loki traced a path of kisses from Mobius' chin to his ear and nibbled on his lobe before whispering, his breath making Mobius shudder, "The rest is for later my love..."

He stood up and headed for the door while swaying his hips, fully aware of the gaze that followed him.

Then before he walked through the door, he threw over his shoulder, with a mischievous smile, "I too can light a fire and make you burn for me."

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wbearv · 4 years

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Five times pt.1 | h.h.j. - k.s.m.

Member(s): Hyunjin, Seungmin

Genre(s): suggestive, angst (only a little bit, nothing serious)

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: heated makeout, hickeys, marking (kinda?)

Summary: Seungmin likes you but he never finds the courage to tell you. Hyunjin on the other hand, well, let's just say he knows what he likes and isn't scared to go for it.

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It had started as a joke, or so Seungmin thought.

“You know… if you don’t do it, I might give it a try” Hyunjin smirked, looking at Seungmin. “How long do you think it would take me to have her surrender to me?”

He is drunk, he’s not being serious.

“Hyunjin, stop” Seungmin was starting to get mad “Your jokes are not funny”.

“Ah, do you really think I’m bluffing?” Hyunjin got closer to the younger boy and looked him straight into his eyes “I can assure you I’m being dead serious here. I guess you just don’t like her that much, do you??”

Seungmin opened his mouth but nothing came out of it.

Hyunjin laughed and lifted his hand to ruffle Seungmin’s hair, smirking at him.

“Oh, but don’t worry Minnie, hyung will take care of it”.

Seungmin really laughed it off at first, but now?

He was pissed off.

He wanted to say something, anything; but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He might hate Hyunjin right now, but he hates himself more for not having the guts to step up.

Chapter 1: the one in the pool.

“We will be tipping into severe to extreme heatwave conditions-”

The faint sound of the tv playing in the room was the only thing you could hear, besides the fan of course.

“Temperatures are expected in the low to mid-40s for those locations, probably peaking tomorrow-”

The sound of the tv remote being thrown to the floor startled Seungmin, making him get up from the couch a little bit too quick, making him dizzy.

“The last thing I need is for them to tell me how much heat I am supposed to endure for the following, I don’t know, three fucking years?” Jisung said, letting himself fall onto the couch, fanning himself with a piece of cardboard angrily.

They were all thrown off due to this extreme heat wave that was making them all walk like miserable zombies around the house.

At least they had the pool party you were throwing that evening to celebrate your birthday and none of them could wait for it, specially Seungmin.

The party was supposed to start around 6pm but he decided he would go sooner so he could help you prepare everything; and hopefully, he could spend some alone time with you.

Time went by, and it seemed like an amazing idea until he realised Hyunjin hadn’t been around for a while at home.

“Hey guys, where’s Hyunjin?” Seungmin asked, entering the kitchen where Felix and Minho were preparing some food for said party.

“Oh, he left like half an hour ago. He said he was going to help y/n with setting the party up” Felix said calmly, not breaking eye contact with the sandwiches he was cutting in half.

“You know… if you don’t do it, I might give it a try”.

Hyunjin’s words resonated in his mind and, half a second later, he was walking rapidly out of the house.

“Seungmin! We are leaving for the party soon, where are you going?”

“I’m walking, I’ll see you there” He rushed to the hallway, closing the door harshly and ignoring his housmate’s confused looks and questions.

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“Hey y/n where do you want me to put this?” Hyunjin shouted from the backyard, hoping that you would hear him. “it’s kinda heavy”.

“Oh, sorry Jinnie, em, wait!!” you screamed all the way from the kitchen.

You came running with all sorts of sweets and snacks that you could carry and left them all on top of a table to help Hyunjin carry the big tray with the main dishes.

“There I think is fine” you smiled proudly, wiping off the drops of sweat running across your forehead. “It’s getting really hot in here, why don’t we go inside until the rest arrive?” you turned around to look at Hyunjin, that was smiling at you.

“I have a better idea...” he approached you slowly, and before you could know it, he grabbed your waist and lifted you up “How does going for a dip sound, huh?”

“Hyunjin no! I have my phone with me, put me down!” you said trying to sound convincing.

He smirked and took your phone out of your pocket, throwing it on top of the deckchair.

“There, problem solved” Hyunjin was walking at a quick pace, making his way to the pool on the other side of the backyard.

“But I- I- I have my clothes on Hyunjin, at least let me change first!” You said and looked straight to his eyes, pleading and hoping it would do.

Hyunjin looked at you and smiled softly, and for a split second you really thought he would let you go.

Ha, so innocent.

“You know what?” he said looking at you, his face softening “nah, it’s your house you can change later”.

And faster than you could count to one, you were being thrown into the somewhat cold water of your pool.

Hyunjin, of course, was laughing his ass off while he stared at you from the outside.

“Come on y/n, admit that you feel so much better after your quick trip to the bottom of the pool” he said dipping his toes into the water of the pool you were currently in.

“Oh, yeah, I feel refreshed, thank you so much my saviour” you said, swimming slowly towards Hyunjin. “Now would you be so kind to help me out? I still have to feed the cat before the rest arrive” and you handed your hand to him, which he grabbed, still rejoicing in your defeat.

“Yeah, yeah sure” and when his hand touched yours, something clicked in his mind “Wait, y/n you don’t have a-”

The loud sound of water being splashed filled your ears, and you laughed loudly at the sight of Hyunjin falling into the water.

“-cat” Hyunjin said after cleaning his face and throwing his blonde hair back, and off his face. “What’s so funny, huh?” he got on his feet and being his tall himself, towered over you even inside the water.

You tried so hard to conceal your laugh but failed miserably. “nothing, nothing, I’m not laughing I-” then you looked down at his chest, rising rapidly from the scare, all covered in water drops.

Hyunjin had a spectacular body – not that you haven’t noticed it before – but seeing it bare first-hand was something else.

Suddenly you became aware of the position you both were currently in. You were practically pressed against the wall, with him standing only a mere 30 cm away from you. You were so caught up in your own thoughts that barely didn’t hear when Hyunjin spoke.

“What, like what you see?” he said cockily, looking at you while raising one of his brows.

“I- I wasn’t lo-” you said nervously looking away from him.

“Yeah, you were” Hyunjin grabbed your face and forced you to look at him “If you want to have a taste, there’s no one stopping you baby girl”.

Your eyes opened wide, and you were so shocked that you didn’t move for a second, until you noticed how he slowly started kissing up and down your neck while caressing your right arm. “C’mon, tell me what you want y/n” he licked slowly all the way up your neck until he was facing you again, lips only a few millimetres apart from yours.

“Hyunjin, I-” you didn’t even bother to finish the sentence, crashing your lips against his without a second thought.

Hyunjin grabbed you by your waist and pushed you against the wall, your legs around his waist. His tongue brushed against your lip and you unconsciously opened your mouth up for him. He slipped his tongue into your mouth and you let him dominate your tongue, him sucking on it before biting down on your lip.

“Jinnie, ah-” you could feel his hot breath and the smirk that formed in his mouth as he heard the sounds you were making for him – because of him.

He went on until he was satisfied, making sure there would be a purple mark in your neck soon after.

You both parted for a split second, catching a breath. You kissed his lips again, quickly turning into a heated makeout while Hyunjin’s hands wandered all over your body as if they were lost. You moaned at the feeling of his hands trailing everywhere, and he hummed in response. Hyunjin grabbed the back of your head, pulling you even deeper into the kiss. As you tilted your head, you trailed a hand down his chest and abdomen feeling him squirm under your touch.

After a while, you stopped rubbing your hands on his chest, and chose to start tugging on his long hair to what he moaned in your mouth, pressing his knee against your core.

You let out a moan that you tried holding in, but it involuntary came out when he started to suck on your neck. You gasped and put your hand on his shoulder, trying to stop him from sucking too hardly.

“Don’t mark me. They will see it.” That’s what you were able to say.

Out of all things.

Hyunjin smirked and he scoffed, only to suck harder onto your neck.

“I want them – him – to see this.” Hyunjin whispered in your neck as he continued to mark you up. He took off your shirt with a swift movement and left you only in your bikini, starting to kiss down your neck and onto your chest before ending up kissing the top of your breasts. He looked up at you with dark lustful eyes before reaching up and sliding off the straps of your top. He was just about to free you from it when Seungmin’s voice resonated outside the property, calling you both to open the door.

Hyunjin huffed frustrated and pulled away from you, not without giving you one last heated kiss, leaving your lips completely swollen – as if they were not swollen enough already.

Rapidly, you rearranged your top and, in less than 10 seconds you were already outside the pool, looking for your towel and opening the door to Seungmin.

“Hi Seungmin!” you said enthusiastically, trying to catch your breath.

“Hi y/n, I-” he began talking, looking at you in a way you couldn't quite decipher “why are you soaked?” he frowned.

“Oh! I fell to the pool, you know how clumsy I get” you laughed it off and excused yourself to go and grab some drinks from the kitchen, leaving the boys alone.

“What’s up bro, wanna take a dip?” Hyunjin said, calmly laying against the border of the pool. “It’s… really hot” he smirked.

Seungmin looked from Hyunjin to the living room on the inside where you were grabbing some glasses, and back to Hyunjin; trying so hard to ignore the faint pain he felt in his heart when he thought about the sound of your breathy whimpers that he swears he heard from outside.

Suddenly, the boys appeared behind Seungmin, and without notice, the party had already started.

Hours later, the sun set and the party calmed down a little bit while waiting for dinner to arrive, the night summer breeze making the heat more bearable.

“Hey, how’s that pizza going?” Jisung asked from the inside of the pool “I’m hungry” he pouted.

“It’s almost here Jisung, wait for a little bit more” you said, looking at the boy.

“But I’m hunnnnngry y/n” he fake cried.

“YOU HAD FIVE SERVINGS OF BARBACUE HOW CAN YOU BE SO HUNGRY!” Minho screamed from inside the house where he was playing games with Chan and Hyunjin.

While Jisung and Minho screamed back and forth to each other, you were sitting comfortably in a chair, laughing at the sight and enjoying the soft breeze of the night.

You looked amazing with that gauze dress you were wearing, your hair making subtle waves due to the pool’s water and your eyes shining in the bright light of the lights you had hung in the backyard that same evening.

Or, at least, that’s what Seungmin thought anyway.

He was determined, he would confess his feelings right here. He would not wait anymore, and so, he took a seat next to you, smiling shily when you looked at him.

“Hey” you said, smiling softly.

“Hey y/n” he moved his hands nervously, not knowing where to put them “So, I wanted to talk to you about something, erm…” he looked away for a second.

“Yes? What is it Seungmin?” you said, brushing your hair off your face – and subsequently neck – without realising.

“Well, I-” he looked at you, but suddenly his eyes were fixed, not on your face, but on your neck. More specifically, on the purplish mark that appeared in your skin, right in your pulse point area.

Seungmin froze, and the only thing that came to his mind was the image of your neck being kissed, you leaving small whimpers of pleasure, chanting his name.

Except it wasn’t his name.

“Hyunjin- ah!”

Seungmin closed his eyes, trying so hard to calm himself. What felt like an eternity to him was, in reality, only a few seconds of silence.

“Nothing y/n. Just wanted to say happy birthday.” He smiled to you, and if hearts could physically break, you could have heard his smashing into pieces.

You were left so confused, but before you could say anything, he had already disappeared inside the house.

Seungmin walked through the corridors on his way to the bathroom so he could wash his face and calm down to face the group when his chest crushed against someone.

“Seungmin” Hyunjin said, smiling at the younger boy “Are you enjoying the party?? I sure am.” He grinned.

“Hyunjin I am really not in the mood to put up with your stupid games. Leave me alone.” he said angrily.

Seungmin usually was a very calm person, he was not the one to scream or raise his voice at anyone.

“Hey, hey, chill” Hyunjin said, walking past him on his way to the door “If you’re so mad, why don’t you do something about it?”

Seungmin didn’t say a word, he just looked at Hyunjin hardly.

Turning around, he continued his way to the bathroom.

“why don’t you do something about it?” as Hyunjin’s words resonated in his mind he felt the most jealous he had ever felt.

He didn’t envy his face, his body, his dancing or his rapping. But he sure as hell envied how easy it was for Hyunjin to just go. for. It.

If only he could be honest with you, things might be different.

But I guess things don’t work out for the shy guy.

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a/n

hi guys it’s sonia! I've been writing fanfics for a long time now and I decided it was about time to post them in here. I'm sorry for any typos but I didn't really proofread this hahaha.

anyways I hope you enjoyed this and thank u so much for reading!

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mmmleckerlecker · 3 years

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Heart Pangs - Everything Coming (Part 53/70)

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Table of Contents - First part - Previous part - Next part

Summary: Camille and Felix commence their plan.

Contents: just two people biting off a lot to chew; death mentions; vore - mentions of fatal/digestion

Wordcount: 2,633

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"Arthur?"

"Camille?" His voice sounds scratchy with sleep. "Camille, what's wrong? We don't start work today for several more hours."

"Arthur, I'm going to need you to come over."

A slight pause.

"Camille, dear, what is it? You sound like you've been crying."

"It's Lux. He... he's here."

"What?" Now he sounds wide awake. "Where? Where are you? Has he touched or hurt you in any way? Are you in any immediate danger? What about your brother? Is he there too?"

"No," Camille assures him. "I'm not in danger. Not anymore, at least. And Benji, he... he isn't here now. I can't explain right now. Just, please, come over. I'm at home."

There's a quiet intake of breath over the line. "I'll be there as soon as possible. Don't move. Don't let Lux get away. Just hold tight."

"I will. Thank you."

The line goes dead. Camille meets Felix's eyes across the table.

"He won't come alone," she tells him.

"I'm counting on it," he says. "This can't be something you're guilty of. It has to all be on me."

Camille nods but can't find the words to respond. Her throat has closed up. Her stomach is doing flips inside her. And overall, she's simply exhausted.

After their planning session the night before, Felix had insisted they get some rest before enacting everything. (He'd also politely, if a bit uncomfortably, asked if she had any food to spare.) Felix had, once more, taken the couch, while Camille had curled up in her own bed. She'd tried to sleep. She really had. But every time she'd closed her eyes all she could see were Cecil and Bakula looming over her. All she could feel was Cecil pinning her to the table and Bakula's suffocating stomach walls enclosing her from all sides.

She'd given up just as the sun had risen. When she'd gone downstairs for breakfast, she'd found Felix already awake as well. They'd eaten together and decided sooner would be better than later. And so she'd picked up her phone.

And now she's here.

This is the beginning of the end, and it all starts with a phone call.

"Do you want to move to the living room?" Felix asks after a heavy silence.

"Okay." She doesn't wait for him. She simply pushes herself out of her seat and heads down the hall, Felix close on her heels.

They wait for nearly 45 minutes. Camille thinks Arthur must be going out of his mind with taking so long, but she knows he also wouldn't come unless he were absolutely prepared. She can't tell if she's relieved or not by the time she hears, for the second time in less than twelve hours, the sound of many vehicles pulling up to her house. She wonders what her neighbors must think. The old woman next door would hopefully never ask to help find her cat again.

"Be ready," Felix mutters from where he sits on the couch next to her.

She nods. "I am."

They rush in.

It feels very much like the day Benji and Felix had first left except... not at all. There's something different in the air now.

There's the slightest of hesitation when everyone barges in to see Lux Feuerbach on the couch, sitting very still with his hands in his lap. Camille seizes her opportunity. She springs up and over so she's standing between him and the rest of the prey.

All the assembled Epomis members freeze. Oscar stands at the head of the team, leading the charge, and meets Camille's eyes. There's confusion in his expression and even a little fear.

"Camille?" Arthur's voice says from the back. He pushes his way to the front of the crowd and stiffens when he sees Felix. His face darkens. "What's going on?"

Camille takes a deep breath. "Something has happened." Her voice wavers as she speaks. Tears well and she had to blink to clear her vision.

Arthur narrows his eyes. "And what would that be?" he asks carefully.

"Lux has... has... He's closed the contract. Benji he's..." Camille gulps for breath, trying to compose herself. "Benji's dead. Lux consumed him."

The room becomes very still.

Arthur clears his throat. "I'm... I'm sorry to hear that."

Camille nods in acknowledgement and wipes her face with the back of her hand.

"He came here to finish the job," she goes on. "He told me it didn't feel right to have him without me, that he needed us both as close to him as possible, so he consumed me too. I— I thought I was going to die. I was in there for hours but digestion never started. And then he released me." She presses her fingers to the acid burns on her cheeks for emphasis.

There's a stirring amongst those gathered. Camille senses Felix shift uncomfortably behind her, but she refrains from glancing back.

Arthur looks troubled as he asks, "And why would he do something like that?"

"He said he'd made a mistake," Camille explains simply. "He said that he'd been disgusted with himself as soon as he felt my brother stop moving within him. He said that... that digesting Benji was the greatest pleasure he'd ever had, but as soon as it was over, he realized that pain of the loss of him far outweighed the pleasure of digesting him."

Camille stops to take a deep breath. Reciting Felix's own words back at Arthur takes more out of her than she expects.

"And then he told me that he came for me next because he thought digesting me would distract him from the pain," she continues. "I was... almost ready to let him do it too when he told me he'd closed Benji's contract. I barely had the strength to fight back. And then I was free again, and he told me it was because he'd realized that the loss of both of us would kill him."

Camille looks about at all those gathered. They're engrossed by her tale but their faces are horrorstricken, Oscar's especially. She can't tell if she's satisfied with their reaction or guilty.

"I wasn't sure what he was going to do then," she continues. "I don't think he did either. He broke down and told me he'd lost everything. The Facility was after him, he'd killed his only other ally. He had nothing left except the guilt over everything he'd done. So I talked him down and made him realize there was one thing left that he could do, something to make up for what he did to my brother. A noble cause to give what little he had left of himself." She pauses and looks over everyone. "Epomis."

The single word reverberates around the room, causing a quiet stir. There's uncertainty, doubt. Arthur is unmoving.

"Is this true?" he asks over the rumblings.

"Yes," Felix speaks for the first time. He holds up his hands in surrender before slowly rising to his feet. The Epomis prey take a instinctual and collective step back as he rises above them. "I... am finished. I have nothing left to live for. I only need a fitting end." He moves his hands behind his head then carefully lowers himself to both knees. "You may have me as long as you can promise me that."

For the first time, a certain glint enters Arthur's eye. "I can give you that and much more," he growls, dangerously low. He raises his hand to signal Oscar and his survivalists forward, but Camille beats him to it.

"There's just one more thing," she says in a rush.

Arthur tilts his head. "And what's that?"

"I want it to be known that this was me," Camille says, making sure to keep her voice strong and steady. "I want it to be known that I brought Lux Feuerbach in, that I did what no one else could. This was my test, and I proved my loyalty to you and Epomis like no other prey has before me. I want to be honored as such."

Arthur's eyes widen, but with what, Camille cannot tell. Surprise? Anger? Camille feels her composure growing near to fracturing. She clenches her fists hard, willing herself to hold it together just a bit longer.

Finally, Arthur’s face softens. "Of course, Camille," he tells her. "This is a major accomplishment. Everyone shall know about you. Prey across the nation will know your name. The one who escaped the Facility. The one who took down Lux Feuerbach. This is your moment."

Camille lets out a breath through gritted teeth. "Thank you," she manages. Suddenly she feels a little lightheaded. "Then he's all yours." She steps aside, leaving Felix open to his fate.

It only takes one small signal from Arthur to set everyone moving. It happens so fast, Camille barely has time to register what's happening.

Oscar raises a gun. Camille doesn't even have the chance to panic before he shoots it and a dart lodges itself in Felix's neck. Felix flinches. Several prey rush him at once. His hands are grabbed and twisted behind his back. A young woman locks his wrists in shiny pred-sized shackles. A tall man bravely reaches for his throat, pulls out the dart, and wraps a collar about it. The collar locks shut with an ominous CLICK.

Oscar steps forward and looks down at the pred. He doesn't look triumphant or proud like Camille had expected, he just looks tired. "Let's go," he tells Felix.

Felix blinks slowly at him. His eyes are frighteningly distant and unfocused. Then, idly they drift to look at Camille.

Oscar nods to the prey surrounding him. "Get him on his feet and take him to the van."

Felix is hauled to standing and directed towards the front door. He doesn't fight. In fact, he seems unusually uncoordinated, stumbling once or twice as he goes. Camille watches it all, hoping she hasn't just made a huge mistake.

As soon as Felix is out of the house, the atmosphere changes completely. Everyone relaxes. They all go back to business. For the first time, Camille notices a few people who aren't amongst Oscar's survivalist students.

"Amber," Arthur's voice cuts through everything else.

The woman appears from seemingly nowhere. As usual, her hair, make-up, and clothes are not a whisper out of place. "Yes, sir?"

"I need you to organize an emergency meeting," Arthur commands. "As many members as you can get, as quickly as you can get."

Amber nods. "Preference on location?"

Arthur considers for a moment. "The auditorium. In the abandoned school. It takes the least prep work to make secure."

"I'll make it happen, sir," Amber assures him. And then she's off, pulling her phone from her pocket as she goes.

Arthur turns his attention to Camille. "Come with me in my car," he tells her. "I want you by my side for this."

Camille nods but doesn't get a word in edgewise before Arthur turns and heads for the exit. They have to stop several times as members approach him, asking questions about what to do with Lux Feuerbach, where they need to go now, and who to update first. Camille remains his silent shadow throughout.

When they get outside, the first thing Camille notices is the pred-sized van parked in front of the house. It's not just any van, she realizes. It's the van they took on her first big mission. The one that ended with her in the Facility. The one that started everything leading to here. Felix must be in there, she thinks. It's the only vehicle large enough to house him comfortably. She wonders what's happening to him in there.

Arthur's car is parked right next to the van. Camille would recognize it anywhere. He opens the passenger side door for her and she climbs in. Once he's in the driver's seat with the engine rumbling, he pulls away from the house and the rest of the Epomis vehicles follow.

They sit in silence for several minutes before Camille has the nerve to ask, "You said there was going to be an emergency meeting?"

Arthur nods, eyes glued to the road. "We need to spread this information as quickly and securely as possible. Something like this can boost morale and numbers exponentially. This may be our greatest achievement yet." There's a pause then, "And it's all because of you, Camille."

She swallows and looks out the window to hide her true feelings.

"So is that all?" she asks. "You're just announcing his capture? Not executing him?"

She feels the way Arthur peers at her from the corner of his eye.

"Is that what you would like?" he asks, voice low.

Camille shakes her head. "No. At least, not yet. Doing it right away would be too... merciful. I want to see him suffer for what he did to my brother."

"You want revenge for your brother even though he was a traitor to the cause?"

Camille's breath catches in her throat. "No," she tells him slowly, searching for the right words, searching for the words he'd want to hear. "It's not like that. It's just... even as a traitor, Benji was a prey. Being consumed wasn't something he deserved. Being consumed isn't something any prey deserves. In a perfect world, no prey would ever meet their fate in the stomach of a pred. Benji should have died like every other traitor. A formal execution where others could witness the consequences of his actions."

Arthur pulls his gaze from the road for a second to look fully over at you.

"Camille," he says, beaming, "you never cease to amaze me." His attention returns to driving. "You're absolutely right on all accounts. Benji should have been afforded the right to die by the hand of a fellow prey. And Lux... giving him a quick death during a last minute meeting would be far too merciful. He deserves to suffer and he deserves to suffer dearly. His death shall be a slow one so that he may feel the consequences of every prey he's ever tortured and consumed. His death shall be a spectacle for as many prey as possible to get closure. Believe me. I've been waiting for this day a long time. I won't let him get off lightly."

A familiar queasiness rolls through Camille. It's the same disgust she'd felt with herself last night at the idea of betraying Arthur. But now those feelings are no longer directed at herself. They've shifted, and now they've all landed on Arthur. His glee at the idea of harming Felix only scratches the surface of her disgust. It's the way he speaks so casually, so resolutely of killing Benji in front of a crowd like some vile criminal. Benji doesn't deserve to die in the stomach of a pred, but he deserves even less to die on public display by Arthur's hand.

But, of course, she can't let him know any of that. She can't let her revulsion show. She can't let him see a crumb of disloyalty within her, otherwise it will be her on public display, dying by his hand. So instead she squares her shoulders and ignores the way her insides shift every which way within her.

"Good," she tells Arthur, proud of how strong and steady the word comes out. "I want to see him get everything he has coming to him and more."

He keeps his concentration on the road, but Camille can see the way Arthur's face splits into a grin. He takes a hand off the wheel and reaches over to rest it on Camille's shoulder. He holds onto her with surprising force.

"Camille, my dear," he tells her, "I won't let you miss a single moment of it."

Next part

#wow can’t wait to find out what this plan is #it seems so complicated and well thought out #eheh #soft vore #v.ore #vore writing #heart pangs

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nctseren · 4 years

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🕒SEREN : 2-3pm | NCT 24hr RELAY CAM

"It's exactly 2:00 pm — well now it's 2:01 pm."

Seren is standing in front of the camera, which is on her small desk. She's wearing a blue sweater and pants, there is a white towel around her shoulders, and her hair is wet.

"I just took a bath. The water was so good that I almost forgot about you." she begins to dry her hair. "Johnny-oppa had to come to knock on my door to remind me."

She stops drying her hair for a moment to grab the camera, then walks over to her bed and sits down. With one hand, she holds the camera and, with her other hand, continues to dry her hair.

"These days, there isn't much to do because, you know, we can't go outside." she pouts. "So after practice or when I finish my schedule, I come back here, rest a bit, and then go to the 10th floor to watch movies or hang out."

"I don't really wear makeup when I'm at home," she says when she's done drying her hair. "Well, that's a lie. I do wear it sometimes, but I don't feel like doing it today."

Seren sets the towel aside and eases herself onto the bed, crossing her legs.

"You can see I have dark circles," she points under her eyes.

"Ah, you guys, I've been listening to a lot of music lately — well, always." she laughs a little. "But lately, I feel more connected. I recently listened to Zayn's album again —yes, Icarus Falls, don't tell me you haven't heard it! — and I forgot how great it was. In fact," she starts laughing all of a sudden. "yesterday Taeyong-oppa entered the room and was scared because everything was dark and the music was loud. I was sitting like this and meditating... Yes, he was scared."

She is silent for a moment. "I don't know what to do anymore— it's embarrassing to admit that. I already ate, Doyoung-oppa is in his room, but I don't want to disturb him. Johnny-oppa is getting ready because he has things to do, and Taeyong-oppa left early." she sighed with mock sadness. "I only have Haechan left ..."

Another scene appears in the video, Seren leaving her room and bumping into Haechan coming out of hers.

"Did you just wake up?" she looks surprised. "Yah, you have to sleep early. Czennies, Haechan played until 4 am, again."

"They know that's my bedtime," Haechan scoffed. "And I woke up half an hour ago, but I'll go back to sleep in a while."

"No! You have to keep me company."

"But I have better things to do!" He whined.

Seren shot him a look. "Go away then, and don't talk to me ever again."

The next few seconds of the video are Haechan hugging her and asking her for "forgiveness" as they made their way to the kitchen.

(...)

They both sit at the table— there are various plates of food and fruit. Haechan brings his face closer to the camera with a big smile.

"Well, now this is Haechan 1.0 Relay Cam. They'll watch me eat while Sohee admires my face."

"Very funny."

She moves the camera away from him and places it on the table, focusing on both of them.

But he ignores her. "Auntie left me some prepared food. I love her."

"I love her even more."

"You just want to fight."

Seren rolls her eyes and grabs a plate of grapes. Haechan takes a plate of food.

"What are you going to do when it's your turn?" she asks him, stuffing the fifth grape into her mouth.

"I don't know." He shrugs. "I told Johnny-hyung to do it with me. And now you have to be there as well."

"I doubt it."

"Ah, noona!" he begs.

She laughs and moves closer to the camera. "Czennies, pay attention. This is what he does when he wants something from me. He never calls me that, only when he wants something."

"You never want to appear with me," Haechan complains. "The same thing happened last time. You preferred to go out with Jaehyun-hyung."

"You didn't invite me last time." She responds defensively, but there is a smile peeking out. "Like, we ran into each other in the elevator, and you just complained. Besides, we're together right now."

"If I were Jaemin ..." he mutters, taking a big bite out of his food.

But Seren hears him because, after that, she lets out the loudest laugh, and when she moves her hand, she accidentally hits him.

"Haechanie tends to get jealous because he swears that Jaemin is my favorite now."

Haechan frowns but still seems to want to laugh. "I just finish this meal, and trust me, the rest of the week I don't speak to you again."

He was obviously joking because not even a minute later, they were both chatting and laughing like nothing.

"After this, we should play fifa," he says.

Seren immediately denies it. "I don't play with bad losers."

"Once! That was once!" he defends himself. "And I don't know since when did you get good."

"Jungwoo taught me." She responds happily. "He said, and I quote: so you can finally kick his ass— butt! I meant butt."

He lets out a big snort. "I'm better than him."

"I highly doubt that."

After what seemed like an eternity (to her) of waiting for Haechan to finish eating and hearing him say that "he was definitely better than Jungwoo" they finally went to sit in the living room.

She adjusts the camera so that it focuses on both of them, and he takes the remote control to turn on the television.

"Hey, don't you dare turn on the game!" she sits up and frowns at him.

Haechan pouts at her. "Please, just for a bit. Think about this: the Relay Cam is almost over, and czennies want to see us play."

"They don't want that."

"Yes, they do," he raises an eyebrow. "You think they don't want to see two competitive Geminis play a video game that makes them fight?"

Seren blinks for a moment and then looks straight into the camera. "Shame on you If you want that, guys. I actually don't like fighting with you," she looks at Haechan for a few seconds and then smiles. "but I do like kicking your butt."

She didn't have to say more, Haechan immediately turned on the video game. For the next few minutes, they play (and she calls him a cheater several times) until her phone rings, and when she picks it up, she sees the time.

"It's 2:58!"

Seren shows her phone to the camera. Her lock screen is a photo of a bunch of beautiful butterflies.

"Before you finish this, they should know that I'm beating you," Haechan smirks.

"I can defend that— it's early, and I'm not me right now..."

"Early!?"

She covers his mouth. "You're also a cheater. Anyways, czennies, I hope you liked my —OK, our— Relay Cam. Please give tons of love to our members Relay Cams, too."

"Bye!"

————FEATURING OTHER RELAY CAMS!!

🕒HAECHAN : 2-3am

she is mentioned

he said that she had agreed to appear on his relay cam, but when he went to her room she was already asleep

"i will get my revenge"

after a while she is mentioned again

he's telling his stories

and then he says he was very nervous when he met her

because she was known for her dancing and at the time he was new — so he was intimidated and didn't know what to say

🕒TAEYONG : 10-11am

again, she doesn't really appear in the video

but her voice is heard

when taeyong is lying on his bed, she asks him —in a really soft voice— if he wants to have breakfast

then her voice is heard again when he is feeding his fish

she is giggling while saying "cute, cute, cute"

and taeyong calls her cute too

#kpop added member #kpop addition #kpop female addition #kpop oc #nct 127 added member #nct 127 addition #nct 22nd member #nct 24th member #nct added member #kpop female idol #nct addition #nct oc #nct au #kpop female member

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Pack-pup baby Eri because I rewatched season 4 and it gave me feelings, ugh.

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Eri is, by far, the youngest member of their pack. She's also the one they're most determined to protect. Whenever Mirio brings her by for a visit, everyone -- even Katsuki -- foregoes whatever plans they'd had in order to gather around the cub and shower her with affection. It's how they reinforce that she will never, ever, have a reason to be afraid again.

No one will ever hurt her again. Not while they're there to keep the shadows and the darkness at bay.

Still, some days are rougher than others, and those are the days Izuku gets a text message before Mirio and the pup arrive. Today is one of those days, so he relays it to the rest of them, and by the time the front door swings open and Eri creeps inside, everything is already prepared.

Her eyes grow wide when she sees the pillow fort -- expertly assembled and padded inside with blankets from several of their rooms, so she can curl up and be surrounded by the comfort of their scents. She takes a hesitant step forward, and Katsuki is there to meet her, a soothing rumble rising from deep in his chest.

"Hey, Eri," he greets, crouching down so they're closer to eye level. Once upon a time, she was scared of him. Now, she's quick to throw her arms around his neck and let herself be cradled close, her head tucked beneath his jaw and her nose pressed to his throat. He picks her up easily, scenting her as he carries her to the nest that's taken up the majority of the common area floor. The couches and chairs -- all missing their cushions -- have been shoved back against the walls to make room, and the tables have been moved to the dining area.

"Eri," Jirou croons, sticking her head out from under the sheet that serves as the nest's makeshift door. Yaoyorozu follows after a moment, lifting it out of the way and smiling widely at their quiet little pup.

"Would you like to come in?" she asks, gentle and welcoming. "It's very comfortable."

When he feels her nod, Katsuki squats and sets Eri down in front of the two girls, who quickly coax her into their arms and then into the quiet, safe place they've all helped build for her.

Izuku and Sato approach with Uraraka, and Katsuki moves to the side, rubbing his face against each of theirs in turn before he gets out of the way. He accepts the bright red candy apple Uraraka pushes into his hand, though he has no real plan to eat it.

"Here," he grunts, shoving it at Mirio when the blonde comes to join him.

"Thank you," the older boy whispers, and Katsuki is very much aware that he isn't talking about the treat he's slowly twisting between his fingers. They can both hear Eri's muffled exclamation of happiness when she's given her own apple, and Mirio's smile loses some of its strain.

Katsuki bumps their shoulders together, scenting the third-year student and rumbling quietly. "Don't worry about it. Just eat your apple and get in there. Movie starts as soon as snacks are gone."

Eri giggles at something one of the others says, and Katsuki feels his shoulders relax. He sees Mirio's do the same, and says nothing about the wetness on the other blonde's cheeks when he ducks his head to bite into the candy apple.

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Gateway Drug | Part Forty-Five

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Five days detoxing at Doc's house+rehab+therapy=road to recovery=out of the woods. It's the magical equation I swore up and down wouldn't end in "Error."

The few dishes on the counter shatter into the floor once Nikki roughly sits me on it, his fingers digging into my thighs that wrap securely around him, our tongues twisting as we tug and pull at each other's clothes.

I get his pants undone as he pulls the towel from around my body, taking a handful of my soaking wet hair in his hand and tugging my head back to leave bites and bruises up and down my neck, causing me to hum in pleasure while my core pulses with anticipation to be filled by him.

Moving myself to the edge of the counter, spreading my legs as he runs his fist up and down his length a few times, I take heavy breaths, a wash of shame coming over me for a moment because this is the complete opposite of what we were instructed to do.

But fuck the "no contact" rule.

I've barely had any contact with him the past few months because he's been stoned or drunk. Telling me to practically ignore and avoid him for 30 days straight is like waving a loaded syringe in an addict's face before sitting it down in front of them and leaving them alone after telling them "okay I know it's right there and it's the one thing you struggle most to control yourself around, but don't even look at it."

Fuck that, and Nikki. And I refuse to walk around my own house anymore and not do the latter of those two.

The indescribable feeling of him pushing into me has my head tipping back , and my eyes closing as the both of us let out content sighs.

I put my weight on one of my hands that rests on the counter beside me, the other hand wrapped around the back of Nikki's neck, as he moves in and out of me ferociously and I meet him thrust for thrust.

Let's take a step back and catch up on how he and I had gotten to that point.

Eight Days Earlier

"You two can detox at my place, check into rehab, come out when you're better and we'll go from there." Doc explains to Nikki and Tansy as they both sit on our couch.

"W-What about the press? Or my mom?" Tansy asks him nervously, fumbling with the tag on the throw blanket she's enveloped in.

"You let me deal with your mom and the media, alright?" Doc assures her.

"Surely your mom won't be pissed at you for getting help, Tans." I try to tell her and she rubs her lips together.

"People will know I have a problem if I got to rehab." She points out. "It'll make me look bad."

"Having to cover your entire body with makeup to hide the discoloration of your skin and the track marks, looks bad, Tansy. Screw what people think. At least you're admitting you need help." I say and she doesn't reply, just looking at Nikki to gauge his reaction to all of this.

He looks pissed, but too tired and defeated to give a shit enough to argue with me anymore about it.

"What's the point of rehab if I'm just gonna end up kicking it at Doc's place?" Nikki asks me and I let out a breath.

"Because rehab will teach you coping mechanisms that Doc can't, Nikki. It won't take that long for you to get out if you just try your best at it." I reply and he scoffs.

"So, what, you're babysitting me at Doc's until I'm done throwing up, shitting myself, and having hot and cold flashes and then shipping me off for a few weeks?" He cuts his dead eyes at me and Doc and I exchange looks.

"Well, it depends on how quickly you adjust to rehab and make a turn around, as to how soon you can get out...so it might be more than a few weeks." Doc informs him. "And Bob has already scheduled you and Viv an appointment with a marriage therapist."

"Well if I'm spending more than three weeks in rehab there's no point in working on our marriage."

"The program you'll be in includes this particular therapist who's currently working on creating a schedule for Vivian to come visit you often and you two have your sessions bi-weekly." Doc states and Nikki rolls his jaw, looking at me.

"Is this what you really want? Your husband gone for weeks on end until some quack gives me a certificate and a gold star because I went 'X' amount of time without shooting up?" He harshly questions me and I rub my lips together.

I think of the reasons Nikki didn't spend more than three days in rehab the first time he went, was because A.) He refused to believe in a higher power, and B.) He didn't go to rehab because he knew he had a problem and wanted to get better, he went to rehab to appease the people around him because he felt we were twisting his arm until he gave up and cried "mercy" a.k.a "fine I'll go, just as long as you shut the fuck up and get off my back about it."

I look at him for a moment, studying his knotted hair, his yellow skin, his shot eyes, his weak appearance, before saying:

"I'd rather you hate me for a little while for getting you help, instead of waking up and trying to convince myself to continue to live in a world with no Nikki Sixx in it."

"We're not indestructible, Nikki." Tansy adds softly, knowing very well she and he both need help.

He doesn't say anything else.

She had Doc and I convinced she wanted help...but truth be told Nikki actually went to rehab while Tansy had Duff come get her from Doc's house.

She knew she had a severe problem, but the only time Tansy would "clean up" was when she gave her veins a break, out of fear of completely losing them, and was muscling smack. She would fall back on pills and lots of booze, then when some of her veins would start reviving themselves back from their smaller size, she would start up again.

I can't even say how much money she and her mother were paying people to keep quiet to the media.

Nobody could know perfect Tansy Lyn, Playboy's Barbie Doll, was so broken inside that she repeatedly destroyed her body, let it rebuild, and wrecked it again.

It must have been a punch in the face to her mom when Tansy came clean in '88 and admitted she had struggled with addiction and was going into rehab...and an even harder punch in the face when she came back in into the spotlight in 1989, dropping her stage name "Tansy Lyn" and dawning "Tansalyn Rose" after marrying Axl, and practically confessed every grimy detail of her obsession with hard drugs and alcohol since 1981, and why she started them to cope with what was happening behind the scenes of the brutal modeling industry.

In 1990, her vision-come-to-life, "I Won't Just Smile", was born. It started as a campaign to raise awareness against sexual abuse, exploitation, and coercion in all corners of the modelling industry, then stemmed into an organization that offered free services to victims of addiction and abuse, from rehab to post-assault counseling and everything in between.

Years of Diane's hard work to create her daughter's untouchable persona, completely shattered.

I was just thrilled Tansy had turned her struggles around and used them to help others, but first, she would have to face a handful of overdoses, one of which nearly killed her, have a section of her liver cut out, and have a temporary pace-maker.

All of it just made Axl more strict about drugs. Not just for the sake of the band and the fans, but he was afraid some members of Guns in particular would pull Tansy back into the merry-go-round of addiction after she got clean.

"You're telling me I can't stay with him and Tansy?" I ask Doc harshly in a whisper once the four of us get to his house.

"You won't want to stay, Viv. I'm telling you, they're gonna pull out all the stops to get you to cave and get them some smack because they'll be in so much pain. I don't want you to see them like that and I don't want you to compromise their recovery." He explains.

"You think I would do that?!"

"I know you would if it came down to it." He states and I roll my jaw. "This isn't just little flu symptoms and some body aches. They will feel like they are going to die, they will look like they are going to die and I cannot trust you not to give in." His brutal honesty. "You'll be able to see them in about a week, they'll be better by then and then we can look at the next step. Got it?"

I just glare at him.

"Go kiss 'em 'bye' and fuck off." He says next, waving his hand at me dismissively as he goes to my car to grab Nikki's bag and his car to grab Tansy's.

I step back into the living room to tell them 'bye' but stop myself, deciding it's better to let Doc deal with Nikki's pissed off temper when he discovers I won't be staying with them.

Grabbing my car keys from the table by the door, I head the house.

When I get back to our house, I check the machine that's blinking a light to signal a missed call.

I go to the kitchen and get a glass of water as Slash's voice slurs through the speaker.

"H-Hey, Viv, um...uh...we..." I chuckle at his incoherent mumbling and step to the phone to call him back as another message starts playing where his left off.

"Viv," It's Duff. "Call us back as soon as you can."

I furrow my brows a little, about to dial them back until yet another message comes on.

"Viv, we got signed!" Steven's screaming has me dropping my water and the phone, joy coursing through the soles of my feet up to my hair, and I'm running around and screaming along with his recorded message loudly blaring his own excitement.

I run back to the phone and pick it up, dialing their apartment.

"We got signed!" Steven's voice is shouting at me before the phone even rings a single ring.

"When?! How?! By who?!" I say back.

"We'll tell you over dinner because guess who got $7,500 cash advances?! The same mother fuckers who've been stealing from strippers to get by, that's who!" He exclaims.

"Yeah, don't ever tell people you guys did that!" I say in the same tone. "Lemme change and I'll be over there, okay?"

"Okay." He replies, and I can just hear his smile through the phone.

I hang up and give one last scream of happiness before sprinting to get changed and leave.

Tom Zutaut, the same man responsible for giving Mötley Crüe their shot, had given the same shot to Guns N' Roses.

They had signed to Geffen Records, and although that was their second goal--the first was getting a band together--they knew the main goal was to release their first album, and hopefully, have it a success.

Before I can even knock on the door, it's swinging open and Steven's like a puppy, jumping around, waiting on me by the door.

I hug him tightly, trying to keep myself from crying with immense relief that they're one step closer--a giant step closer--to their dream.

When we pull away from each other, Duff holds his hand up for me to give him a high-five and I do, his fingers locking with my hand to pull me into a hug and I'm sandwiched between him and Steven momentarily.

A flash catches my eye and we pull away from each other to see a girl with short, blonde hair, that I've never seen before, holding a camera.

"That's gonna be a good one." She tells us, smiling at Duff as the Polaroid deposits.

Mandy Brixx, member of the punk band, Lotus Lame and The Lame Flames, was a cute girl with bleach blonde hair, beautiful brown eyes and a captivating smile...and was also Duff's first wife.

Mandy wasn't perfect, but she didn't disown Duff after he told her he had gotten me pregnant.

Even though he didn't cheat on her with me, and they had been broken up for about six months when he and I got involved, I know it hurt her knowing he had hooked up with the woman she was sure she didn't have to worry about when they dated. They ended up getting back together in 1988 and got married the same year.

They divorced two years later because something just "changed" and neither of them were happy, but I've always respected her because she was really good to Monroe.

His second wife, however, was crazier than a run over dog because she was always on something.

The last time I saw her in 1993, she had said something crass and rude to Tansy and before Tansy could reply, I was asking Linda, "were you born a cunt or does the crack just bring it out of you?"

She swung on me and I swung back. Except when I throw a punch, I make sure it lands.

Maybe she would've actually hit me if her equilibrium weren't as fried as her brain.

I would've kicked her ass if Duff and Matt Sorum hadn't pulled me off of her.

I hope she got her shit together after they divorced in 1995.

I guess bass players and crack-head models go hand-in-hand...

"Viv, this is my girlfriend, Mandy." Duff introduces me. "Mandy, this is my best friend, Viv."

"Hi, it's good to finally meet you." Mandy tells me with a gentle smile and I extend my hand to her.

"You, too." I reply as she takes my hand in her's, my eyes subtly flickering to Duff now that he's standing beside her, silently asking him when the hell he was going to tell me about his girlfriend.

"I'll tell you later." He mouths to me where she can't see and I just keep smiling as she strikes up conversation with me.

Once we get to the Rainbow, Steven and I are a few steps in front of Duff and Mandy, the blonde drummer letting out a little sigh.

"What is it?" I ask, nudging him.

"Just worried about Tansy." He admits, and I raise my brows. "It's not like that, Viv, I swear." He promises. "She's a cool person, is all. I wish she was here to celebrate this with us."

"I'm sure she'll be thrilled to hear about it when you're allowed to go visit her in rehab." I remind him. "Where's the guys?" I ask next as we step into the Rainbow.

"Slash is hanging out with this chick he met a couple weeks ago, Izzy's with his girl friend and I don't know where Axl is." He tells me and I nod. "So it's just a double date for us tonight." He grins widely, winking at me slickly.

After hours of just goofing off, talking, eating and demonstrating our celebration of Guns' stepping stone, Mandy's calling it a night.

"I'll call you later, Duff." She says to him as she grabs her jacket and he stands up to let her scoot out of the booth.

"Sounds good, babe." He replies, kissing her cheek.

"It was really nice to meet you." She tells me.

"It was nice to meet you, too." I reply.

"Bye." She smiles one last time at Duff, waving to Steven before leaving.

"When did you me--"

"Viv, lemme out." Steven interrupts me and I furrow my brows.

"What?"

"Lemme out, there's a hot girl at the bar and she just waved me over. I wanna get laid. Lemme out." He pleads and I roll my eyes and scoot out so he can stand up.

He does so, heading straight to the bar to try his luck with a beautiful brunette.

And then there were two.

"You were saying?" Duff chuckles out when Steven's gone and I smile a little.

"When did you and Mandy meet?" I ask him and he lets out a breath of cigarette smoke.

"Uh, a month ago, maybe? She gave me her number and I went back and forth with myself until I convinced myself to call her." He explains. "We spent the weekend together so I guess we get along pretty good. She's a great girl."

"She seems nice." I tell him, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"Yeah, she is." He agrees, taking another drag of his cigarette.

I take a sip of my water and sit in the silence that falls over us before noticing he's staring at me.

"What?" I ask him.

"You wanna go somewhere with me?" He offers, putting his cigarette out.

"Where?"

"C'mon." He stands up, nodding to the door.

"But Steven--"

"--Is about to go mess around with that girl in the bathroom. He's not gonna be mad if we leave him." He adds. "C'mon, you'll like where we go."

"If you say so." I shrug.

He pays the bill and the two of us head back to their apartment so he can get his car.

I know I should have been at home by the phone, waiting for a call from Doc or Nikki or Tansy, but it was pointless to sit at home and worry when I couldn't do anything about it anyway.

When we get to where we're going, Duff is parking his car in the lot of an abandoned building, and I glance around to see there's not much traffic around us.

"Is this the part where you murder me?" I ask him and he busts out in laughter, shaking his head.

"This is where Mandy and her band rehearses." He explains.

"Why're we here?"

"I picked her up here the other day and noticed something you might like." He gets out the car and opens his trunk, pulling out a shopping bag.

"Duff..." I say, uneasy as we approach the rusted door.

"Shh, I got it." He digs in his jacket pocket and plucks out a worn key, unlocking the dead bolt and the door knob.

I follow him inside, and he switches on a light switch, only one light beam in the ceiling comes on, and in the large, dim room, I see a large mirrored wall, sleek but worn out wood floors, and I turn to see Duff holding out a brand new pair of pointe shoes to me.

I wasn't going to tell him I'd gone so long without dancing that I'd have to work my way back up to dancing on pointe, because he'd spent money for the shoes and they looked to be around my size and I didn't want to know how observant he had to be to estimate my shoe size in terms of ballet...so I did something I was really good at doing at that time in my life.

I kept myself from crying.

I knew Duff was going to be a constant encourager in my life when he held those shoes out to me and so easily, so confidently, said:

"You've supported and helped me get into my groove of things to start accomplishing my dream. Now, I'm helping you get back into your's."

#nikki sixx #tommy lee #vince neil #mötley crüe #gateway drug

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the-mykie-show · 6 years

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Dirty Deeds (Negan fic requestsl

Working your way up the ladder in the Sanctuary isn't easy, so when things get hot and heavy between you and Negan you decide to keep your relationship a secret. Only Negan has different ideas after he finds a box of sex toys on a run and insists on trying them out at the most inappropriate of times. For @negan-the-cat

Rating: explicit.

Warnings: smut, graphic descriptions of sex, canon typical violence.

Author's note: there is a plot if you squint, but it came out mostly smut, and kinkier than I intended it to be, but I hope you like it.

You feel Negan's hand snake it's way up your thigh under the table.

You swat it away, shooting him an annoyed glance. He winks but his hand stays where it's supposed to be.

Usually you don't complain about Negan's near insatiable desire for sex, except for when you're in the old factory's conference room having a meeting with all the Saviors, who don't know that you're hooking up with Negan.

It wasn't that he was ashamed to be with you, quite the opposite actually, he had offered a position with his wives long before you'd even slept together, when you'd just joined the Saviors and were trying to work your way up the ladder. You'd refused in favor of doing that, not because you didn't find him attractive or want to be with him. He respected your choice but in the end it didn't stop the two of you from eventually falling into bed. The secrecy surrounding your relationship was entirely your choice, you didn't want the other Saviors giving you shit for sleeping with the boss, or accusing you of getting special treatment. You wanted Negan to treat you the same as the others outside of the bedroom. And so far so good.

Negan dismissed the meeting with a final bang of Lucille against the scared wooden table, and the Saviors slowly filed out of the room, discussing the next supply run as they went.

You hung back by the door, not needing Negan to say anything to know what he wanted. Once the last Savior had crossed the threshold you shut the door and flicked the lock in place. You could feel Negan's eyes on you the whole time, watching you with that almost predatory stare he had when he decided he wanted something.

When you turned to face him he was smirking at you.

“You're a shit!” you point an accusatory finger at him.

“Yeah.” he grins, pulling you down onto his lap “and what are you gonna do about it?”

“Haven't decided yet.” you grin and kiss him. You knew he got a secret thrill out of this sneaking around like horny teenagers thing, you could tell by the fevered way he kissed you when you were together like this.

You slip your tongue into his mouth and feel him harden against your ass.

Disentangling his hand from your hair, you push his chair back and drop to your knees between his legs, unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants, he lifts his hips to help you pull them down to his knees with his boxers freeing his erection. You take his only half hard member in your mouth, and take a deep breath through your nose before swallowing him down to his balls.

He lets out a deep groan and swears under his breath, before almost instantly becoming rock hard, blowjobs were always his favorite foreplay, but you took it another level.

You brace your arms against his hips, holding him still so he can't fuck your mouth, and start to tease him, slowly bobbing your head up and down, hollowing your checks each time you swallowed him again, stopping only to suck his on his tip.

Negan's grip on the chair arms is turning his knuckles white, he's squirming, moaning, and trying to thrust his hips to meet your mouth, but you don't let him. You know he's about to come, so you stare at him innocently with his tip still in your mouth. Sucking gently until you feel his body tense, and then swallow him down again.

He told you that you were his only partner that let him come in your mouth, he said it made you his favorite.

You let his softening cock slip from between your lips and smirk at him.

“Holy fuck, are you sure you don't want to be a wife?” you shoot him a dirty look and he laughs breathlessly. You undo your own jeans, and toe off your boots to remove them, but let Negan take off your panties, he turns you so your back is to him and slowly peels them off, before squeezing and stroking your ass a few times.

“Get on the table and open your legs.” he orders. You do as he says eagerly, sitting down in front of him on the table and sliding back across the wood until you can comfortably open your legs wide, being completely on display like this makes you feel vulnerable but you don't care, in fact you kind of like it. Negan wastes no time in burying his head between your thighs. The first soft lick against your folds is enough to elicit a moan from you.

“Look how wet sucking my cock got you. My dirty girl!” He talks too much, not that you're complaining in this case.

“We don't have long, the run is in half an hour now.” you remind him.

“Don't worry about it, I got you baby.” and with that his tongue is inside you.

He sucks your sensitive and swollen clit hard while softly licking it at the same time and you almost come from that alone, you're too distracted to realize he reached into his leather jacket and pulled something out of the pocket until you feel something silky and smooth at your entrance.

“What is that?” you ask breathlessly.

“Bullet vibrator, I found it on a run.” he says pulling away from your pussy for a moment.

“You wasted batteries on a sex toy?” you question with raised eyebrows but you let him push the toy inside you nonetheless, he pushes it deep and positions it perfectly against your G-spot before turning it on with the remote in his pocket. He doesn't play around and turns the thing on as high as it goes.

The toy isn't large, you can barely feel it inside you, but the vibrations are intense, so much so you can feel it in every part of your core, it makes your walls throb around the toy, and your clit pulse.

Negan smirks “You like that don't you? Why don't you come on my mouth and show me how much you like it?” and after a few more licks from his skilled tongue you do come and you come hard. He makes the orgasm last, sucking your clit in perfect timing with the pulsating of the toy until you feel like you couldn't take it anymore. You have to bite your lip to hold in your scream of pleasure.

Your body violently shakes as your orgasm finishes, and you fall back against the table limp and weak with pleasure. The vibrator is still going and you think for a moment you're going to die of over simulation. Before Negan pulls the toy out, he pulls up his pants and grabs a rag from the drawer behind him, and holding your leg up with one hand he gently cleans the remints of arousal he wasn't able to lick off your pussy and thighs. You still feel incredibly slick even when he's done.

“Still think it's a waste of batteries?” he asks.

You roll your eyes but shake your hand no, it definitely was worth it.

To your surprise when you stand up and put your panties back on, Negan wipes off the toy, and reaches between your legs, moving your panties aside and positioning the toy against your clit.

“Keep this bad boy in your panties on the run, we can have some fun right in front of everyone and they won't even know.”

You shake your head “You're a pervert, Negan.” but you leave it there.

“Good thing you like it.” he smirks and slaps your ass.

Packing for the run is nerve wracking, knowing that there's a surprisingly powerful vibrator pressed against your clit that Negan could turn on at anytime makes you a little nervous and hyper aware of the little toy in your panties and the way it feels when you move and it presses against you.

You almost fall out of the truck when Negan walks by, talking with Simon and pushes the button in his pocket, sending a small vibration against your clit, making your nerves spasm with the sudden pleasure.

Arat and a new Savior called Bobby give you a weird look.

You ride shotgun in the truck Negan drives, with several saviors piled in the back, Negan takes his place at the wheel, and Arat bangs on the top of the truck letting you both know you're ready to roll out and start the 4 hour drive to the abandoned department store warehouse a group of Negan's scouts found was still fairly well stocked with canned goods, medicine, and other supplies.

Negan doesn't hit the button on the vibrator remote again while you're on the road but one time just to remind you of its presence, it isn't as fun for him when it's just the two of you in the cab you guessed.

About an hour into the drive Simon radios from ahead “We've got trouble boss, some dead ones and a lot of them coming in from our north side.”

“Got it. Stop the convoy, let's get some guns out there and light these motherfuckers up.” Negan says, already reaching into the back and grabbing a couple of guns, passing one to you, and propping the other on his own shoulder.

It doesn't take long for the team of Saviors to take out the small herd, but it does waste some ammo with some of the more inexperienced Saviors like Bobby on the trigger. He's a good kid, and a good Savior, just a little trigger happy.

It can't be longer than 20 minutes before Simon is leading a small group to clear the road and you're loading up again.

Then several things happen all at once, just as you see three of the dead clamber up the embankment by the road and raise your gun to fire, Negan pushes the button again, the shock of pleasure throws off your normally true aim, and you miss the walker entirely. Before Negan even realizes what happened the thing is on Bobby.

Simon dispatches it, but it's too late.

Blood gushes from the bite on Bobby's neck, he doesn't have long.

Negan bends down next to him, “I'm sorry kid, you did good. We were proud to have you.” he stands and pulls his handgun from his waistband and the crowd that has gathered looks somber as the gunshot rings out.

As Arat and Simon load Bobby's body wrapped in a sheet into the back of a truck, you see the apology in Negan's eyes before he yells “Y/N get your ass over here!” you know Negan can't take the blame for this, even though he was the one who distracted you and caused you to miss the easy shot, but it doesn't make his words sting any less.

“You got that man killed, do you fucking realize that! You're off runs until further notice, you fucked up and you're gonna pay for it. You got it?” you nodded.

“I said do. You. Fucking. Got. It?” he yanks your gun out of your hands as he yells at you.

“Yes, Sir.” you say softly looking at your feet. You know he doesn't mean it, you know Bobby's death is just as much his fault as it is your's and he knows it too, you can see the guilt written all over his face, but he can't look weak in front of his people so you take the verbal beating.

This is exactly what you were afraid of, your relationship to Negan got in the way of you being a Savior. And now someone was dead because of it.

Negan makes the call to turn the convoy around and reschedule the run in favor of dealing with Bobby's final arrangements. Neither of you say anything the whole drive back. In fact you don't speak again until later that night when you hear Negan's familiar knock on your room door.

He's holding a plastic container of food “You didn't come to dinner.” he states.

You shrug “I wasn't hungry.”

“Can I come in?” he asks, and you step aside allowing him entrance.

I'm sorry I snapped at you like that.” he says, taking you into his arms.

“You had to, and I deserved it.” you assure him against his chest.

“It was my fault, and I'm so sorry I talked to you like that.”

“It was both our faults.”

“It was stupid idea to use that damn toy on a run, I fucked up. It won't happen again.” he sees the distant look in your eyes and gets visibly nervous, it's a weird new look on a man who is usually so sure of himself and in control of everything. “That is if you still want to be with me?”

“I still want to be with you, but I don't think I can keep being a Savior and your fuck buddy.” you admit.

“What does that mean for us?” the look in his eyes looks as if you'd just kicked him.

“I don't know.” you admit with a sigh.

He sits on your desk chair a few feet from the bed, while sit across from him on your bed. He sighs and scrubs his hand over his face.

And then he blurts out the unthinkable.

“I think I love you.” you think he's joking at first, but then you see the look in his eyes and know he's being truthful with you.

“I know, I think I love you too.” you whisper and the next thing you know his lips are on yours, your knocked backwards with his weight against the mattress which groans in protest, and his hands are all over your body.

You're the still so full of guilt over what happened on the run you almost pull away and stop him, but you can't. You let him take off your shirt and tease your nipples, pinching them between his fingers, and before long both your clothes are off, and he's lining himself up with your entrance.

Your clit is still a little over stimulated and your G-spot aches in a strange way as he thrusts against it, but there's no denying that there's something different about this sex. Something more gentle and sensual and almost… Loving.

Then it clicks: this is what making love felt like.

He licks his fingers and reaches between you, rubbing his wet thumb against your clit, working it up and down, coaxing the little bundle of nerves in and out of its hood until your second intense orgasm of the day rocked through your body, and not long after he fucked you through your orgasm Negan's body stiffens and you feel the hot spurts of his come inside you.

He lays on top of you, his softening cock slipping out of you slowly with your mixed juices, and you stroke his hair softly. “we'll figure it out.” you whisper.

“Yeah, we'll figure it out.”

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Falling in Love with you

Chapter 5 - Lost (NSFW)

Book: The Royal Romance ( Drake x MC & Liam x Olivia)

Summary: Riley comes home after a tiring day at Office to find Drake missing. Liam reaches palace where Olivia is waiting for him.

Warnings: NSFW

A/N: This is my first series. Please like, comment or reblog. I can use all feedbacks, positive and negative.

Word Count: 3750+

FaceClaim: Drake Walker - Daniel Di Tomasso

Riley Walker (Brooks) - Katrina Kaif

King Liam Rhys - Daniel Henney

Olivia Rhys (Nevrakis) - Emma Stone

Previous Chapter: Prologue – The Fight,

Chapter 1- The Accident,

Chapter 2 - Riley’s birthday

Chapter 3 - Who am I?

Chapter 4 - Homecoming

Drake woke up as a blinding sunlight hit his eyes. Riley had opened the curtains. He immediately covered his eyes with his hand. His mouth was dry as cotton and he left like his head will explode with a throbbing headache.

‘Hey’ Riley said softly, although her soft voice was hitting him like a hammer in his head. ‘I brought you coffee and breakfast. But drink the water first.’ She sat down on the floor beside him, near his head, gently caressing his hair. Drake removed the covers and sat up, his head in his hands. Flashes of memories of last night coming back to him.

Riley poured a glass of water and offered it to him. Drake took it silently and drank it in one go.

‘You shouldn't be drinking. The doctor said to avoid alcohol for a few days.’ Riley said taking a seat beside him.

‘What are you? My mother?’ Drake groaned.

‘No.’ Riley said firmly but softly,’ I am your wife and I care about you. You vanished from the party last night. I looked all over for you. I was about to ask Mara to start an official search when I found you here.’

She offered him a cup of black coffee. Drake took it without a word. Riley gently wrapped a hand around his broad shoulders and other hand resting on his arm. He sipped the coffee as Riley talked to him, her voice just above a whisper ‘Its eleven already, you know that? Savannah and Liam left in the morning. Liam wanted to talk to you before he left. But I didn’t...’

Riley’s voice was muffled in his head. He couldn’t clearly listen to what she was saying. Just one word he heard clearly twice...Liam.

‘WILL. YOU. PLEASE. SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP.’ he shouted at her, jerking his shoulders away from her.

Riley’s hands froze where they were, just inches away from him. She looked at him in shock for a second. Drake had never shouted on her before this, not even they were fighting. She moved her hands away from him. She looked at him, Drake was breathing heavily, eyes shut, trying to calm his nerves. She waited for a moment, hoping for an apology maybe, then she stood up and left the room.

---

Liam reached the Palace sometime in the afternoon. He knew Olivia is waiting for him. She had checked that she was ovulating. She had texted him to be home before it is over. And even though he tried everything, he still reached late than what he had promised her. Liam went straight to their bedroom.

‘You are late, my King.’ Olivia was sitting on the bed with her leg stretched, wearing nothing but a red silk robe, it was loosely tied, barely covering her body. Liam felt a heat passing through his body looking at his wife’s curves.

‘I did the best as I could.’ Liam gulped. He loosened his tie as he watched her legs move from the bed to the floor, untieing her robe as she stood before him, her eyes glaring at him.

‘Pants off. ‘ she commanded as she walked towards him dropping the silk robe on the floor. Liam felt his pants getting tight, he hurriedly removed his tie and suit and went for his belt. But before his hands reached his belt, she slapped his hands away. She stood before him, with less than an inch between them. She looked into his eyes as her hands worked on removing his belt and unbuttoned his pants. Liam’s gaze wandered on her face and paused on her red luscious lips. He leaned in a little to kiss her, but she went down on her knees, she pulled his already hard member out and started stroking it. She took him entirely in her mouth. Liam groaned and reached to weave his hands in her red locks.

‘Hands off’ she commanded again, as she removed her mouth from him, she glared at him till he moved his hands away.‘What? I can’t even touch you?’ Liam groaned as she warm mouth enveloped him again. She didn't answer. She worked him up till he was too hard. She abruptly pulled him out with a pop and walked towards the bed. She laid down on her back and opened her legs. Liam removed his pants and boxers and joined her. His hands reached for her thighs but she jerked them away,’ I said no touching.’ He was aching for release and was getting annoyed with her games.

He hovered above her on his fours, not touching her, only his hard length touching her at the entrance of her core. She smirked and grabbed his member and thrust inside her in one swift motion.’Oh Liv!’ Liam groaned as her warm core enveloped him. His hands ached to touch her breasts, her smooth skin, or to kiss her, but he knew that she won't let him. He closed his eyes shut and focused himself where their bodies were fused together, he started moving his hip, pulling himself almost out and deep inside her again.

He wanted to hear her moan, hear her scream his name, but she was too silent. He opened his eyes to see her. She was looking at him, her expressions unreadable, she was biting her lip and her hands were grabbing the sheet tight. They both looked at each other, eyes trying to find something in the others, as their bodies moved in rhythm. Olivia closed her eyes shut as Liam felt her going tight against him. He closed his eyes again and kept thrusting until he found his release inside of her. He pulled himself out and moved to lie down beside her.

They both laid beside each other, a distance between them. Their eyes fixed at the ceiling, an uncomfortable silence hanging between them. Liam found himself searching for words, he always fell short of words with her, only with her. Maybe it was because of her, or it was because of the relationship they had. Liam felt her moving, he watched her walk inside the washroom, she came back with a washcloth and handed him.

Liam knew something was bothering her, but he didn't dare ask her. He knew that she will tell him when she is ready. He cleaned himself as he watched her open the closet and pull out her underwear and slipping it on. She put on her bra and a dress.

‘Going somewhere?’ Liam asked, sitting on the bed.

‘I have planned a tea party.’ she said looking in the mirror, wiping her face clean.

‘You don't normally plan a party, unless...’ Liam paused, ‘ unless, you have a specific purpose.’

‘I have to clean the mess you created.’ she said in a plain voice.

‘Mess?’ he asked, his eyebrows knit.

‘A rumor has stared about you and Riley. I want to kill the nip in the bud.’ she said brushing her hair.

‘You know that is not true. right?’ Liam asked.

‘It doesn't matter. If this rumor goes out of hand, it will not be good for you or me.’

‘You are right. But how this even started? and who started it?’

‘That’s what I want to know. I have invited all the women of the court. I will try to figure it out.’ she paused for a moment to apply her lipstick. ‘But you visiting Valtoria so often and us not able to produce an heir are helping this rumor.’

‘Olivia, we are trying. We will soon produce an heir. I am hopeful.’

‘I don't hear confidence in your voice.’ she looked at his reflection in the mirror in front of her.

‘I know it is difficult for us, with you having only one....’ he swallowed his words, ‘but it is not impossible.’

‘I don't think me having only one ovary is the problem.’ her hand instinctively went to her side where she was stabbed by Anton with her own dagger. The wound was long healed, living only a faint scar. But the dagger had injured one of her ovaries permanently. One of the reasons they were still not able to get pregnant, as the doctor said and Liam believed.

She looked at her reflection in mirror one last time. She stood up and slipped in her red stilettos. She walked to the door, paused for a moment, and turned around to face Liam.

‘Maybe the king fucking his queen, only for an heir, only when she is ovulating is not enough.’ before Liam could react, she stormed out of the room, leaving Liam alone with his thoughts.

---

After a long and tiring day at Office, Riley and Hana returned to their estate in Valtoria. ‘Gladys, Please set the table for dinner.’ Riley instructed Gladys as she entered the estate. Gladys opened her mouth to say something, but before she could say something, Riley went to the washroom on the ground floor to freshen up, while Hana went to her room.

A few minutes later, Riley sat the dinner table, exhausted. There were so many pending issues in the office to be handled as she and Drake were not able to address them for a long time. She drank the water as a server poured her a glass. Hana joined her at the dinner table soon after. But Drake was nowhere to be seen.

‘Where is Drake? Isn't he coming for dinner?’ She asked Gladys. Gladys was standing with her head down.

‘He has not returned from his horse ride.’ she said.

‘He went for horse riding at the time of dinner?’ Riley asked her.

‘He went shortly after you went to the office.’ Gladys informed her, her head low.

‘You mean he has not returned since noon?’ Riley stood up in an instant, she was about to yell something at Gladys but found her head spinning, a darkness spread across her eyes for a moment. She stumbled back but grabbed the table for support. Hana rushed to Riley and wrapped her hands around her to support her.

‘Have you tried calling him?’ Hana asked Gladys.

‘I tried a several times’, She said,’But he didn't pick up the calls.’

‘I later found Drake’s mobile and .... ‘ she paused for a short second,’ this in his study.’ Gladys handed Riley Drake’s wedding ring and his mobile. She tactfully hid the fact that she had found the ring under the desk on the floor.

‘Why didn't you tell me? You should have called me.’ Riley asked Gladys.

‘First I figured he will return soon. then I tried calling you, but you were busy in a meeting. I was told not to disturb you.’ Gladys said...

‘You think a stupid meeting is more important than this?’ she pulled her mobile out to call Mara.

‘Riley, he will return soon. Do you worry he has gotten lost? I don’t think he ...’

‘Hana, what if he was attacked...’ Riley said, her voice trembling. She returned her attention to the call as Mara picked up the call.

‘Mara, Drake is missing. Call for search. Ask everyone to look for him. ‘

‘....’

‘Did you not listen? I want every guard, every maid, every one looking for him. I don't want any excuses,’ she said rushing out of the estate.

‘Riley, wait!’ Hana stopped her before she could step out of their estate. ‘You need to rest. They will find him.’

‘I cannot sit when he could be in danger.’ she turned to Hana. Hana noticed her eyes going misty.

‘You are pregnant, Riley. You need rest.’ she whispered to her. She grabbed her hand and almost pulled her in. She led her to a sofa in their parlor and motioned her to sit there. Riley unwillingly sat down, Hana sat beside her, her hand on her knee. Riley kept checking her phone every few seconds, hoping for some news, good news. Praying desperately for him. Just ten or fifteen minutes later, Riley’s phone rang. It was Mara. She immediately received the call.

‘Mara?’ she asked impatiently.

‘We have found him, Your Grace. ‘, Mara said, ‘He is at the cabin. He is alone, cooking. Should I go in?.’ she asked.

Riley let a sigh of relief. ‘No, I will go see him.’ she instructed Mara.

---

Earlier that day

Drake went to the stable after Riley and Hana went to the office. He felt better among the horses than the pretentious nobels. He walked in the stable, admiring the magnificent animal before him. He noticed a black horse cheered seeing him. He smiled and walked to him.

‘You know me, fella?’ he patted the horse. The horse rested his face on his shoulder.

‘i guess we are friends. Sorry buddy, I am having a hard time remembering things.’ He unchained the horse and patted his back.

‘What do you say? Can you show me around?’ he asked the black horse. The horse neighed in response.

He secured a saddle on his back and mounted the horse. He cued the horse to walk. Soon he was out riding alongside the river. He took in the natural beauty of the surroundings. The snow clad mountains far, near the horizon, the glistening water flowing with a sound better than any music he had heard.

‘It sure is beautiful here.’ Drake took in a deep breath. the fresh air calmed him. Suddenly he felt his stomach churning in guilt, remembering how he behaved with Riley in the morning. He realized he had made his mind up just by listening to some ladies in court. He needed to find out the truth. He knew he can not trust anyone or anything in this place. He had enough experience to know that. There were just a few people he could really trust. Right now, there were just three names that came to his mind - Savannah, Liam, and Bestien. He decided he is going to meet them, soon.

He was galloping through the river bank when he spotted some campers. He slowed down the horse near them. The campers beamed looking at him.

‘Duke Walker! It is a pleasure to meet you!’ a man approached him beaming.

‘Hi, I gather you know me?’ Drake smiled in return.

‘Everyone knows you!’ the man smiled.

‘I am Mark’, he said and introduced Drake to his wife and friends. Drake unmounted the horse and shook hands with everyone.

‘We were worried about you when we heard about the accident. We are so happy that you are well.’ Mark said.

‘Yeah’, Drake responded feeling a little uneasy.

‘I would be honored if you can join us for some snacks’ Mark invited him.

‘Sure’ Drake found himself enjoying the attention he was getting from complete strangers.

Mark set some folding chairs for them. Drake noticed that Mark sat on a log while others sat on chairs. Marks wife offered him some cookies.

‘So when will the work on the dam start?’ Mark asked Drake.

‘Soon.’ he replied in one word as honestly, he had no clue.

‘We are excited about the project. We heard you will be donating some of your lands to this project.’ Mark asked enthusiastically.

‘That will be the right thing to do.’ Drake again answered diplomatically.

‘We come here every year for camping. We wanted to come before this place is converted to a reservoir. We will miss coming here, but the dam will bring happiness to many.’

Drake simply smiled in return.

‘Is it true that Lady Riley is against this dam?’ Mark’s wife asked.

‘Rose!’ Mark glared at her, she raised her shoulders .’I have heard a rumor, I just wanted to check.’ she said looking at Drake expectantly.

‘I never heard any such rumor.’ Drake smiled.

‘Lady Riley will never go against Sir Drake!’ Mark said sternly to Rose.

‘I am sorry Your Grace, on behalf of my wife.’ Mark apologized to Drake.

‘No, that is fine. You deserve to know the truth about the people making decisions for you.’ he said standing up.

‘Thank you for the cookies.’ he smiled at Rose. ‘ Have a good stay.’ he waved at them and mounted his horse. He turned the horse back to return to the estate.

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‘Lady Riley is against this dam?’

Another rumor! He no longer knew what to believe and what not to believe. He directed the horse to the estate but stopped at some distance from it. He looked at the huge estate that was supposed to be his home. But it didn't feel like home. He thought about going to the estate but he felt a strong resistance stopping him from going back there. He stood there for some time unsure of what he wants to do when the horse neighed.

‘I don't want to go there, buddy.’ he sighed, patting the horse. ‘It doesn't feel like home.’

As if the horse understood what he wanted, the horse started galloping in a different direction.

‘Whoa’, Drake tried to stop him, but he realized the horse was taking him to a wooden cabin in the woods. He wondered how he had missed it first as it was on a clear view from the estate. The horse stopped at the tieing post near the cabin.

‘So this is home? huh..’ Drake tied the horse at the post and walked towards the cabin.

Mr. & Mrs. Walker

he noticed a hand-carved nameplate hanging outside the cabin. He smiled admiring the cabin, it was just how he wanted his home to be. He went up the short stair to the patio. He found the cabin locked. He looked around, noticing a weird shadow in the lamp outside the door. He reached in and found a key hidden in it. He opened the cabin and went in.

It was a small cabin, with just one living room, a kitchen and a bedroom. The living room had a humble couch and a coffee table in front of a bookcase. The bookcase had some books, some aroma candles and few picture frames with pictures of him and Riley. Many paintings adored the wooden walls. The kitchen was fairly equipped and stocked. There was a small dining table, fit for two. He walked into the bedroom to find a queen bed and a single closet. There was a bathroom attached to the bedroom.

He walked back to the kitchen to see what he can cook from the things available.

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Back to present Valtoria

Riley went to the cabin, her heart beating fast. Why was he there? Why he didn't return? The way he was behaving with her was beyond her understanding. She was afraid she was losing.

She went into the cabin to see that the living room was empty. She walked towards the kitchen when she noticed the picture frames were lying flat on the bookcase, faced down. Her heart pained, but she kept herself focused, she needs to gain him back.

She went into the kitchen to see Drake eating by himself at the dining table.

‘Hi,’ she smiled taking a sit in front of him.

‘Hi’, he said looking at her, expressions unreadable.

‘I am sorry, I forgot to inform you, I went out for a ride, wanted to clear my head. I met up some campers, they apparently knew me. I was going to come back to the estate when I found this cabin. I noticed my name on the nameplate, so I figured I should check it out. ‘

‘I know it says Mr & Mrs. Walker.’ she emphasized on Mrs. but Drake didn't seem to notice it.

‘Yaa...I found the key hidden in the lamp outside.’

‘Oh! how rude of me, would you like some mac and cheese.’ he said standing up, taking a plate for her.

‘Drake, did you thought for a moment that I, your wife, could be worried for you?’ she asked getting annoyed by the way Drake was taking this situation.

‘Look, I said I am sorry, I don't have a habit of people looking out for me. I have lived my life like this, carefree.’ he shrugged his shoulders.

‘Here, keep your mobile with you. So I can reach you.’ Riley kept the mobile in front of him.

‘Oh, thanks.’ Drake took the mobile to see 15 missed calls from Gladys. He kept it in his pocket.

‘And, here is your wedding ring, Gladys found it in your study.’ she held the ring for him. Drake took it and kept it on the table. Riley looked at the ring, lips pressed. She was unable to process her own feelings.

‘Riley, I think I will stay here for a while. In the cabin. That estate is not me. This feels home.’ Drake said in a straight voice.

‘Drake, what happened? I thought you... ‘, Riley found her voice choking. ‘I mean I understand it is difficult for you...’, she looked at him pleading, ‘believe me, no one else knows you like I do. But if you will not try to not try to come back to routine, you might not remember...’

‘I am not sure if I want to remember’ Drake blurted out.

‘What? Why?’ Riley asked him, standing up in front of him.

‘Look, yesterday was a little too overwhelming for me. I just need to be with myself for a while...’, he said not meeting her eyes, ‘I promise I will be back, soon.’

‘You can talk to me, you know, ‘ she said putting her hand on his shoulder, ‘if something is bothering you. ‘

‘I... I will’, Drake nodded. Riley’s hand dropped back.

Riley stood there unsure of what to do, what to say. How to win him back. She had thought she would return to the estate with him, holding his hand. She had thought, rather convinced herself that he must have lost his way back. She watched him shift his weight on his feet, trying to say something.

‘I wanted to say, I.. I am sorry for yelling at you in the morning.’ he said looking down, both his hands in his pocket.’I was way out of line. I guess It was my hangover. ‘

Riley looked at him, tears threating to fall out of her eyes.

‘I am not trying to justify it. I will make sure it never happens again.’ he added.

Riley silently nodded. She turned her back to him as a single tear rolled out. She walked out of the cabin, without looking back.

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