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“THE HUNT” - Part 2 - a (N)SFW Kurama x OC Story

Part 1 | Part 2: “A Chase in the Dark” | Part 3

SYNOPSIS: All demons have urges. Kurama has lived as a human for years, but those urges have not faded. Fortunately his wife is willing to explore the darker side of demonic attraction — even if that means becoming Kurama's willing prey.

(AKA "Kurama and wifey go on a romp in the woods." Explicit content.)

TAGS & CONTENT WARNINGS

PAIRING: Kurama x OC (or kurama x 3rd person reader... OC appearance is left ambiguous, no name for her is given, and she is a cis woman)

RATING: Explicit, 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Part 2 WORD COUNT: 7k (all parts = 25.7k)

FANDOM: Yu Yu Hakusho

SERIES CWs: discussion of safewords, power dynamics, praise kink, married life, PIV sex, mention of overstimulation, consent dynamics, explicit consent, predator/prey, consensual nonconsent, interspecies relationships, married characters, unsafe sex, orgasm delay/denial, multiple orgasms, rough sex, oral sex (f receiving), predator/prey roleplay, bondage, biting, blood kink, dom/sub undertones, overstimulation, exhibitionism, outdoor sex, dirty talk, fear play, vaginal fingering, squirting, edging, begging, restraints, spanking, thigh riding, aftercare THERE IS SO MUCH ORGASM DENIAL IN CHAPTER 3 IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY (some of the above CWs only appear in a single part of this 3-part work; CWs relevant to this chapter have been bolded)

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this is PART 2; please read part 1 for the full context of this scene. the characters depicted within have discussed consent, safewords and boundaries prior to the scene (and type of play) depicted in part 2.

this is also available on AO3. the majority of the smut is in parts 2+ 3.

if you like this, i’d really appreciate a comment or reblog. it’s my first smut outing and i wanna know if i should keep writing this kind of stuff!

Part 1 | Part 2: “A Chase in the Dark” | Part 3

The moment she turned her back and bolted into the darkened woods, Kurama’s pulse quickened with the electric cold of the hunt. Vision narrowing, limbs thrumming, scent and eyesight sharpening in tandem — it was the instinct to chase, to pursue, to conquer that set his veins on fire. His most primal of urges demanded he follow her into the night and run her down with every ounce of strength he possessed.

And he wanted to heed that call. He did — but he knew he could not just yet. He had promised her time, after all. Kurama always kept his promises where she was concerned. Even though his mouth bristled with new fangs and her scent tasted sharp upon his tongue, he did not move after her. Instead he watched until she disappeared between the trees, counting down the seconds until he could move, greedily tasting the scent she left behind. And oh, what a scent it was. Even his relatively less sensitive human nose could smell the fear-spiked arousal that had flowed from her when she’d turned and showed her vulnerable nape, that simple act of deference mouthwateringly sweet. How delicious would it be to taste — ?

Kurama took a deep breath to calm himself, but that only made things worse. Despite the distance she’d put between them, he could still smell her oh so clearly. He had always loved her scent, but here? Now? Knowing what was to come? The anticipation made her perfume a thousand times more potent. And that made resisting his instincts an agonizingly pleasurable battle indeed. He wanted to savor this night, but each breath he took made it harder to not channel his demonic speed and fly after her, batter down her defenses and just take her as he saw fit. But to do so was to defeat the purpose of this exercise.

Kurama needed to earn his wife’s submission. He needed to earn her defeat. He needed to earn her compliance, not merely bully her into doing his bidding with an overwhelming show of brute force. No, that wouldn’t do at all. Instead he would extend the chase until she gasped for air, legs trembling, unable to run or even take another step before collapsing in his arms —

And then he’d give her legs another reason entirely to tremble.

His cock strained at the thought of her spread beneath him, exhausted and compliant, needy and aching; he resisted the urge to palm himself though his clothes, those wretched human trappings that kept the wind from his skin and his demonic instincts at bay. There would be time for indulgence later, Kurama reminded himself. For now, he needed to wait.

Kurama checked his watch, standing stock still as the minutes ticked by.

In silence he stared at the edge of the forest, ever the patient hunter.

Because she knew she couldn’t afford otherwise, she paced herself as she ran through the close-packed trees. Running at a breakneck pace was sure to accomplish one of two things: actually break her neck when she tripped over roots (which would literally kill the mood, not to mention her), or exhaust her before she could put up a fight (which would kill the mood metaphorically, which was also unacceptable). Tiring herself too quickly would make this easy on Kurama. But even armed with that knowledge, it was tough not to sprint like her life depended on it.

All she wanted to do was run as far and as fast as her legs could carry her and race like an Olympian into the oncoming dark… away from the beast whose eyes she swore she still felt latched like teeth onto her throat. She loved Kurama, it was true, but dammit, he was scary when he looked at her like that.

… but if he was really so scary, why had her body light up like a Christmas tree the second he told he to start running?

She tried not to think about it. Instead she thought about the plan she’d laid in place earlier that day. Mentally running over her map of the terrain, she pelted through the woods until she came upon a stream. She waded into the middle of the water and traveled upriver a few dozen meters before crossing to the other bank, after which she jogged (sodden shoes sloshing all the way) into the trees. Once she reached a certain predetermined point (and dodged the trap that waited there), she retraced her steps and reentered the stream to hike downriver. She was careful to not let the tree branches overhanging the stream touch her as she passed during her trek to her next point of interest: the spot where the creek forked.

Here she stripped off both her gloves. One she sent floating down the stream’s left branch. The other she sent floating down the right. If Kurama was tracking her by scent, hopefully this would give him at least a little pause.

Once she set her gloves afloat, she took the right fork and followed it for a time, eventually exiting the stream and making her way over land to the leftward fork of water. She crossed this bit of creek and plunged back into the woods, winding her way deep into them, dodging traps, retracing and zigzagging to confuse her scent, and even throwing her hat over the side of a tall cliff and into the trees below to serve as a scent-lure.

Eventually she reached another place where she’d set a particularly fierce trap, one that required the use of her now perspiration-soaked sweatshirt to serve as bait. She shivered when she stripped the garment off and set the bait in place, cold fingers of wind dragging claws down her trembling limbs. She couldn’t help but imagine Kurama’s hands there, instead — but because she could not afford distractions, she shoved the tempting thought from her head, climbed behind a boulder, and clutched the rope she’d planted there earlier that day to her chest.

Now, all she could do was wait.

It was her turn to be predator — if only for a little while.

The moment Kurama’s watch declared thirty minutes had passed, he strolled into the dark after his wife.

He didn’t bother running. He didn’t need to summon his demonic powers. She was easy enough to track. Her scent lured him even in his human form, beckoning him to follow with the sweet, sweet fragrance of fear… and arousal. He’d buried his face between her legs too many times not to recognize the scent of her need permeating the air.

She was, in a word, mouthwatering. And he intended to have his taste soon enough.

But she was clever as well as mouthwatering, using a nearby creek to disguise the path she’d taken through the woods. Kurama tracked her to a stream and had to concentrate top pick up her trail again, traversing both up and downriver until he found a trace of her scent north of where they’d begun their delicious game. Her scent wound off into the trees like a trail of breadcrumbs in the dark. He followed this at a steady pace with hands in his pockets, unhurried. Would she be waiting for him at the end of this path? Surely not. Surely she wouldn’t make it so easy —

His foot slipped over something on the uneven forest floor. Not wood, not leaves —

A zinging sound and a quick snap rent the quiet; a shape rocketed toward him from the dark. He dodged (it was fast, but no match for his speed), dancing backward as he spun to face the enemy.

Well. ‘Enemy’ wasn’t the right word. Instead of the face of his wife, Kurama beheld a bevy of knives quivering in the trunk of a tree just on the other side of where he’d been standing, weapons launched from the brush when he stepped on a tripwire she’d laid across her delectably scented path. The knives, when he reached out to touch them, bore only the faintest traces of her fragrance. He would’ve smelled her on the wire had it not been for the rain earlier.

She really was trying to kill him, just as she promised.

The thought summoned a groan from deep in his chest. A bolt of electricity struck a straight path to his groin, and without thinking, he changed, shedding his human form in favor of the demonic. Silver hair rippled in the starlight as her scent rose to a fever pitch, heightened demonic senses picking out the faintest traces of her aroma the way his human nose could not. This form almost would make it almost too easy for him to find her, but he couldn’t keep the urge to take this form at bay.

Prey of this caliber deserved to be chased by the same echelon of predator. She deserved nothing less.

Just as she gave him all of her, so too would he give her all of him.

The forest was quiet.

She’d noticed it earlier that day when she traveled through the woods and set her traps in place. Normally the forest around Genkai’s thrummed with life, resplendent with the sounds of everything from the croaking of frogs to the singing of birds to the distant cry of wolves in the mist-shrouded mountains. That day she’d heard only a few birds crying, and that night, not a sound but the rasp of her breath in her throat accompanied the whisper of wind in the trees. It was quiet in a way she had never heard before. Not a trace of wildlife remained. Only silence stalked the forest now.

And that meant the pound of her heart in her ears sounded loud to her, indeed.

She tried not to make noise as she waited for Kurama in the darkness. Breath rasped in her chest, tasting of tree sap and cool air; it was all she could do to muffle her breathing after her run through the woods, but she was stressed, muscles as taut as a pulled bowstring as she waited to hear his footsteps coming.

If he even let her hear them. She knew damn well he could move silently if he chose.

The thought terrified her. Part of her wanted to keep running all night, just to avoid the jump-scare moment of his face materializing from the shadows, but tiring herself too soon was not an option. He’d find her eventually. She wasn’t so arrogant as to think she could delay him all night. But growing too exhausted meant it would be harder to put up a fight once he found her, and she intended to fight like hell the second he put a hand on her. He’d be disappointed if she didn’t — she knew that in her bones, just as she knew he’d catch her eventually.

… she just didn’t think he’d find her quite so quickly, is the thing.

She didn’t wear a watch, but she guessed it couldn’t have been more than 90 minutes (and that was being generous) before she heard the unmistakable sound of a branch cracking not too far away in the darkness of the woods. An animal? No, she hadn’t seen a single one all night. They knew a predator far deadlier lurked in these woods, and they stayed away. And that meant that snapping branch could only herald the arrival of….

“I know you’re there.”

When he voiced speared the night, she almost cried out, the tension in her drawn so tightly she almost snapped beneath the feather-light weight of his velvet growl. Only her hand over her mouth kept the cry at bay, the other sweating and trembling as it clutched around the length of rope she held in it.

“Your scent clings thickly to this place,” his voice continued, just as musical and soft as before. “It’s no use hiding. Make this easier on yourself, and reveal yourself to me.”

She knew Kurama’s voice like she knew her own name, but his voice tonight was lower, deeper, almost purring — the voice of Youko Kurama, unmistakable in her ears and against her skin. He’d promised he’d use this form at some point during the night’s events, but apparently he was more eager than she realized.

The thought put a current of heat in her belly like sparks catching on dry tinder.

“You’ve put up a good fight, so far.” Kurama chuckled, sound brushing down her chest like a fingertip. “The knives, the snares, the deadfall? The gloves down separate forks of the creek? Ingenious. You had me fooled… for a moment, anyway.”

He sounded almost impressed. Prideful, even. Like the quality of her traps and tricks reflected well on him, even if they had been set to ward him off. Her heart beat faster at his tone, at the smug and almost tender tenor he used to declare that her traps were brilliant, even if they had all been futile in the end. She was doing well, then. She was pleasing him. The heat in her belly quickened, stoking hotter.

Another twig snapped, this one a little more eastward than the last — changing directions as he stalked through the trees and tried to find her hiding spot. And he was heading in the direction she wanted, which was good. She gripped her rope a little tighter. She wanted to flee, give him the chase he craved, but she couldn’t do that yet. She needed to wait for him to stand in the exact right spot…

“I thought I’d found you once before, but it was only that hat of yours you left behind, tossed over that cliff as though you’d thrown yourself in desperation into the darkness.” His velvet voice dried a tad, unamused. “Taunting me, were you? I must admit, it worked. The rage I felt when I realized my prey had eluded me once again…”

She suppressed a whimper at the way he’d said the word ‘prey,’ so slowly, like he wanted to taste it…

“But you are no match for me, in the end. I’ve found you. Or I will, soon.” Kurama’s voice coaxed and crooned, as tangible as his hand fisting in her hair. “Come out, pet. You’ve put up a good fight, just as you promised. Let me give you your reward.”

But she didn’t obey. She just grinned into the hand she kept tight over her mouth. Oh, so he was trying to seduce her, was he? That wasn’t going to work. She wasn’t that weak. He could make pretty promises all he wanted, but she wasn’t going to make this easy on him. The game wasn’t over yet. Giving in would defeat the whole point. This was for sure a test. It was definitely, definitely a test of —

“Let me bury my face in your cunt and taste you until you’re crying out for me to take you, claim you, brand you as my conquered quarry,” he growled, and each word clenched around her like a hard, hot fist. “Until this whole forest hears you screaming my name as I bury my cock inside you, mark you with my scent and teeth until you’re begging me to fill you with my cum. And then I’ll do it again, and again, until you can’t remember your own name. Only mine.”

— a test of her willpower. Goddammit. He was testing her goddamn willower. Jesus. And what a test it was! She rubber her thighs together in spite of herself, lust surging languid and bright through her core. Shit. Kurama’s typical dirty talk was hot, yeah, but usually it was rather delicate. This was comparatively more obscene… and she liked it. She liked it a lot, if the way her breathing hitched, her nipples hardened, gooseflesh dotted her nape, and her cunt suddenly throbbed between her straining thighs was any indication.

As if reading her thoughts, a chuckle reverberated through the forest. He had drifted even further east, by the sound of it. Almost there, almost there…

“You try to hide, but you give yourself away,” Kurama said in a whisper of hungry silk. “I can smell how much you want me. I can smell how wet you are.” Another twig snapped, even closer to where she wanted him to stand. “You’re utterly shameless, aren’t you?”

She almost moaned. Almost.

Kurama chuckled again—and then there came a quick rustle, a whip crack of sound as he pounced on something. Silence followed, quiet accompanied by naught but the song of the wind in the trees.

Then: “Clever little whore.”

He sounded utterly admiring and affectionate despite his crude words, sending another thrill through her aching body, but she pushed the effect of his praise aside because his voice had come from just the right place in the forest. Ignoring the way her pussy throbbed, she stood, spotting him at once over the boulder she’d used to conceal her presence. He stood a few meters off, holding her folded sweater in his fists — the sweater she’d hidden in the brush for him to find, a lure he’d been unable to resist as he traced the scent of her arousal through the trees. The thrill of victory overrode her arousal as their eyes met and his widened, the pair of them trading a split second of eye contact before he grinned, thinking he’d won —

But then she grinned, too, and she yanked the rope in her hand.

His smile vanished as two traps sprung at once, sending a net falling from the trees and another volley of knives launching from another bit of brush, but she didn’t stop to see if her two-pronged assault had any impact. She just whirled and sprinted into the trees, laughing her delight.

He had to hand it to her: She was smart.

The knives were, at first glance, more dangerous than the net, so he’d dodged them… but that put him into the path of the net. And it wasn’t an ordinary net, as he’d first assumed. Paper warding tags had been affixed to every line, burning and stinging his skin as the net settled over his form. Genkai had made those tags at some point; they bore potent spiritual energy anathema to demons, even ones as strong as Youko Kurama.

So that’s what she took from inside the temple, he realized as he fought at the net’s stinging, restrictive clutches. He’d been wondering about it ever since she’d gone inside and lingered for longer than he thought necessary, but of all things, this was not what he thought she’d been up to. For her to use wards like this on him? To go this far with him, for him? Even in the form of Youko Kurama, the wards were not easy to shrug aside, and it cost him precious minutes to burn them away with his energy and shrug free of their embrace.

She was truly, truly trying her hardest to kill him. He couldn’t help but marvel at the idea. His wife — no, his mate was trying to kill him, and all because he’d asked her to.

But the burns on his body began to heal in moments, proving what he’d told her before this all began: She could not hurt him in a way that matters.

Still. The fact that she was trying so earnestly, laughing all the while, and all because he’d asked her to… that set his blood on fire.

Kurama’s head lolled back, his pleasured groan drifting on the wind.

God, she was perfect.

Despite the itching burns on his still-healing skin, he’d never felt hungrier. He couldn’t resist bringing her discarded sweater to his nose and inhaling deeply of her scent, the aromas of fear and arousal cloying his senses, making it impossible to resist tugging at the ties of his pants and fisting his cock in one clawed hand. He already leaked from the tip, slick pre helping his hand glide from base to crown, fireworks of pleasure threading through his groin as he inhaled of her scent again and again, fist pumping furiously.

He held himself back from coming, though. Just as he reached the height of his pleasure, he stopped, forcing himself to tie back up his clothes and toss her sweater aside. It was agony, to leave himself like this, but he wouldn’t waste his spend on the ground. He’d save it for her, for her cunt, sure to wrap around him greedily once he plunged inside.

The thought of her wet and dripping, aching for him, crying out his name… he couldn’t wait to see her in such a state. So he ignored the way his groin ached and his cock strained against his clothes, and he stalked into the woods once more.

Kurama could tolerate no more delays this night.

His prey was waiting, and he would take what belonged to him.

She ran in her shirt, jeans and boots, all extra items but her scarf now lost to her. She clutched the scarf tighter around her neck with every step, knowing she couldn’t afford to let the trees’ greedy branches pluck it from her shoulders the way they plucked at her hair as she ran through them. She had plans for that scarf. Big ones. The grand finale, if you will.

She just hoped she could make it to the scene of her escape’s climax before Kurama caught up with her.

But the gleam of his golden eyes told her she might not. The sight of those eyes had put a cold spike in her blood even as they put a hot throb between her thighs. Seeing him in the woods, standing tall and silvery between black trees, had been a shock indeed. She’d forgotten how damn tall he was in that form, towering above her at nearly seven feet (yikes). She’d forgotten how drop-dead gorgeous he was as his former self with his waterfall of starlight hair, muscles rippling in his arms and chest, eyes like burning coals in the dark. He’d called her shameless, but he was the real shameless one in that all-white, open-throated outfit that left his chest bare from collarbones to navel.

Suddenly she was glad she’d worn cute underwear. Had to compete somehow, and those golden eyes had looked at her like he wanted devour her alive…

A shiver coursed through her, but she didn’t slow. She ran through the woods at a breakneck pace, knowing she needed every scrap of distance she could get. The net had bought her time, it was true, but it wouldn’t be much. She ran until a stitch formed in her side, not daring to look over her shoulder for fear of seeing his face materialize from the dark.

Despite the lead she had on him, it didn’t take long for her to feel him appear behind her. She was prey and her body knew it; hair rose on her sweating nape even before she heard a cruel, cold laugh echo between the trees, one accompanied by the faintest rake of claws down her clothed back, so soft she might have imagined it. Like he’d reached out to touch her and thought better of it, withdrawing his hand to a teasing, barely-there caress. But he came at a bad time, right as one of her preset traps availed itself, and she kicked out at a tripwire as she passed, ducking as a snare whipped by overhead.

His deep voice growled out a curse — her reward for a job well done — and as his voice dropped behind her, she put on a new burst of speed.

Not that she let that small victory get to her head. She knew damn well he was toying with her. He could choose to use every ounce of his demonic power to raze the landscape to the ground around her and cut her escape short. But he didn’t, because this chase, this hunt — that was the point of it. To earn the prize at the end. And if he overwhelmed her before she was ready to give up, he wasn’t really winning. He wanted her total surrender, she knew. And that was both a mental and a physical game.

Grinning into the darkness, she ran harder. Because she wasn’t done just yet, and he still had a lot more to prove to her before she would submit.

And so the night wore on: the push and the pull, the gain and the lead, all her traps sprung one by one by one, his growl chasing after her in the dark. He laughed and taunted her, telling to run, to give in, to just stop and let him have his way with her like he knew they both were hungry for. Her scent told him everything he needed to know, he said, about how badly she wanted him inside her. But she wasn’t going to give up, not even when she realized they were approaching the last of her traps. She’d known from the start that her traps would not last the night. She kept track of their remaining number in her head as they each were sprung and passed by, counting herself lucky that Kurama seemed content to dog her steps and not use his demonic speed to overwhelm her before her final gambit.

That final gambit arrived quicker than she thought it would, not long after the terrain sloped upward, steps carrying her uphill through thinning trees and thicker starlight. She burst from the trees beside the flow of a river at the height of a cliff, having run up and around the soaring landscape on her meandering way through the forest. Terrain spread out below the tall cliff face, water pouring over the ledge into a deep pool below that reflected rippling starlight and moonlight like gossamer on the wind. A stream flowed southbound out of the pool, ripples on its surface like the scales of a platinum snake winding through the woods. It would’ve taken her breath away if she wasn’t already panting, throat and lungs on fire from her haphazard, panicked dash. She skidded to a stop at the top of the falls, stumbling over the rocks and boulders that edged the stream. Wind grabbed her hair by the handful, breeze colder than expected on this fraught spring night.

“Nowhere to run, now.”

She turned. Kurama stood not a handful of meters away, not even winded, which would be pretty insulting if she wasn’t distracted by the smirk on his lips and the heated glint in his golden eye. God, he was pretty, hair as sliver as the moon overhead, skin like burnished bronze, shoulders broad and features proud. And this close up, he appeared even taller than he had during their earlier encounter by the net; she felt tiny and small before him, a rabbit compared to a hulking predator. The tail flowing behind him and his pointed fox ears completed the image of a predator matched by his claws gleaming curved and wicked in the moonlight. She could smell him, too, that ever-present aroma of evergreen and the faint hint of roses he carried wherever he went.

All of a sudden she was aware of the sweat on her brow and the mud caked up and down her legs and hands, the leaves tangled in her hair and scarf. She pulled that scarf tighter around her throat like a shield, but it didn’t do her any good. Her legs still trembled as Kurama eyed her over from toe to crown, eyes assessing — and hungry. So very hungry, for her.

It was the hunger she saw there that made her take a step back when he took a step toward her, his muscles smooth as a well-oiled machine. He paused when he saw her retreat, because her feet had carried her backward to the edge of the waterfall not a single meter away, the backs of her heels brushing the river's lapping shore. He growled again when one of her feet slid backward on the rocky shore, boot entering the water with a splash. The force of that growl shoot through her like an earthquake, coiling in her spine like a living thing, undulating in her muscles. And Kurama knew the effect he had on her, because at the sight of her shivers, he started to smirk.

“I’ve caught you,” he said, a grin curling his full lips.

She swallowed. “Looks like it.”

Kurama’s smile grew at the sound of her unsteady voice. He extended a hand, claws like polished silver in the moonlight.

“Come to me, pet,” he said in a voice of low, silken promise. “Now.”

As if dragged forward by a magnet, she took a step. His eyes glittered when she took another, smug satisfaction gleaming in his golden irises.

“That’s it,” he purred. “Come to me.”

She took another step toward him. He licked his lips, slow and lazy.

“Good girl,” he said.

She stopped moving. The indolent satisfaction in his eyes vanished, lazy smile transforming into a bare-toothed growl.

“Do not toy with me,” he snarled, all teasing promise gone. “No one keeps a hunter from their prey. Keep me from what’s mine and you will regret it. Come to me, now, or else I will make you regret your insolence.”

It was a promise, of course. Kurama wouldn’t say something like that in jest, and even the strongest of his enemies would no doubt cower in fear at the raw, bloodthirsty determination in his gaze. She knew that. So did he.

Which is why it surprised them both when he threw back her head and laughed. She laughed long and loud and heartily as his eyes narrowed, hunter’s fury making them burn like fallen stars.

“You really think this is over?” she said through her giggles. “Hate to break it to you, but I don’t give up that easy.”

Growling, he reached for her with one clawed hand.

Laughing, she took another step back, both feet now drenched in the hold of the river.

“Don’t, pet,” Kurama snarled. “Do not take another step.”

“Or what?”

He snarled her name. She laughed again.

“Sorry, Kurama,” she said. “You haven’t earned the right to give me orders just yet.”

And without another word, she danced backward into the current and threw herself over the falls.

Dimly, she heard him call her name again, but the roar of the waterfall drowned him out before she hit the pool at the fall’s distant base. The ice-cold water snatched the air from her lungs, impact jolting every limb, muscle and joint, but she did not allow her body to react to the plunge with shock. She let herself be swallowed by the pool and sank into its dark depths, disappearing under the frothing water and swimming below the churning foam toward the place where the falls hit the surface. Only once she crossed behind the pounding cascade did she surface to breathe. She only allowed her face to breach the water, however, gulping air in the scant sliver of space between the falling water and the face of the cliff above, staying hidden in the dark mists and out of sight.

Then, and only then, did she take off her scarf, bring it to float on the water's surface, and set it adrift.

She didn’t dare move after that.

Although the roaring fall drowned out most other sounds, she thought she heard the call of her name from the river’s left bank. Sucking in a breath to hold it, she watched as a pale smudge speared the darkness on the other side of the translucent torrent of water. This figure — Kurama, of course — stood on the bank for a few seconds, probably scanning the pool for signs of her. When none appeared, he turned downriver and ran, soon vanishing from sight as he no doubt pursued the scent of her scarf as it floated away.

Good. Seems her plan had worked… maybe. For a few minutes, anyway. But he’d soon be back, because once he found her scarf, he’d realize the trick she’d pulled. He’d retrace his steps when he realized her smell was still sluicing downriver toward him, a source of scent he left behind. And that meant she’d better get moving, because he was sure to figure it out fast.

Behind the falls, a lip of stone sat at the base of the cliff; she hauled herself atop it with a gasp, not liking the way her arms shook and her frigid shoulders screamed at the effort. She ignored the pain to scramble in the semidarkness for the item she’d hidden there earlier that day. Once found, she grabbed and clutch it in one hand, standing to pick her way over the slick rocks to the bank of the river. Every step was a battle, though, made harder by the slippery stones around the edge of the pool. It would be easier to move once she reached the shore, she thought. But once she stood on that shore, she realized it was mostly mud. Wet earth moved under her feet and her knees gave out; she collapsed to the rain-wet earth to pant, weight braced on one trembling fist. The cold water and chilly night air had leeched strength from her limbs, her breath hard and harsh in her chest.

She knew the cold water would be tough to handle, and swimming through it even harder, but to be this sapped of strength so fast? Not good. But she couldn’t give up. She couldn’t give in here. She had more in her. She still had more of herself to give.

For a moment — just for a moment — she closed her eyes. Breathed. Tried to calm herself. Tried to —

“It’s over, pet,” came Kurama’s tender, velvet voice.

There was no muffling the shriek that jolted from her mouth, nor was there any disguising the tremor in her limbs when she lurched to her feet and wheeled to face him. He stood a few meters down the bank, her sodden scarf hanging dripping from one fist. The sight filled her with horror. How long had she been sitting on that bank? She thought it had been no more than a few seconds, but her mind was hazy with cold, body sluggish from exertion. Had she been there longer than that? Had she — ?

Kurama stepped toward her, setting off fireworks of adrenaline in her breast. “Did you really think that trick would work?” he asked, sympathy and pity dripping from every word. “Oh, pet. Did you really?”

“It did work.” The protest sounded lame even in her reeling hearing. “Just not for as long as I wanted.”

“A valiant effort,” Kurama agreed after a time. “But it’s not enough.” His broad chest puffed out as he relished the words, “I’ve won.”

But she shook her head. “Not yet.”

Every ounce of strength she still possessed poured into her attack. She ran at him with the metal baton she’d stashed behind the pool upraised, an aggressive bellow pouring from her lungs as she struck with her only weapon. No more traps remained. There would be no more running. She could only fight, and she intended to fight until her strength ran out. But her human strength was nothing compared to Kurama’s, and when she struck at him, he parried the attack with a single, brutal swipe of his claws. Somehow she held onto her baton despite the force of Kurama’s countering blow and the way the impact radiated up the baton into her muscles. Arm on fire, she let the momentum of her strike carry her into a spin, trying to surprise him by hitting him in his blind spot—

But it was no use. He grabbed her wrist with lightning speed, his other arm snaking around her waist. Claws pricked her hip as he hauled her back against his torso, towering over her smaller frame until the curtain of his hair blotted out the burning stars with moonlit silk. She kicked and struggled against him, back of her head banging against his chest, and she struck at his nearby knee with her baton.

Claws dug into her wrist before she could make impact; she dropped the baton with a cry of pain. Hot breath ghosted over her ear, a nose trailing down her neck and over her jaw with a shiver of warmth.

“It’s over,” Kurama growled in her ear. “Give up. You are my prey, and I have caught you.”

“Not yet!” she spat, and she slammed her head toward his as hard as she could.

In a moment she was sure could be contributed to nothing but luck, her skull connected with his nose; he cursed and the arm around her waist slackened the barest fraction. Seeing her opportunity to break free, she lurched forward and away, ripping out of his arms, but the claws on her wrist held tight and sent her stumbling to the mud. She scrambled forward on all fours, but a hard, hot hand on her ankle hauled her backward with a spray of dirt, pulling her directly under Kurama, his body covering hers in an instant. His chest pressed against her back as somehow he found both her wrists and pinned them to the ground over her head with one hand, legs slotting between hers and keeping them spread, unable to kick him or find purchase against the earth. But that didn’t stop her from bucking as hard as she could, wrenching at the hand that held her arms pinned in place, trying to aim kicks in vain at his ankles as his clothed cock pressed firm against her backside…

Oh, god. In spite of the way he’d forced her facedown into the mud, a spike of pure need coaxed her core to burning, and she could not help the low moan that slipped between her ice cold lips.

As if sensing this weakness, Kurama lowered his mouth, forcing his face between her neck and shoulder, but she managed to shimmy and twist just enough to slam her head sideways, their temples connecting so hard she saw stars. The hand on her wrists stuttered; she jerked her arms away and twisted onto her side under him, managing to plant a foot on his muscular thigh and shove, gliding away from him through the mud. Sadistic glee filled her when she saw the muddy print she left on his pristine white clothes, now spattered in so much muck and grime —

A massive hand grabbed her by the nape, pushing her with a hard shove back to the ground as another arm found purchase around her waist again. Kurama hauled her back to him, ass pressing to his hips, bending to crush her back to his broad chest. Despite her struggles he managed to capture her wrists in one hand again, shoving a knee between her thighs to once more force her to lie facedown on the ground, pinned under his weight, one knee pressing up and grinding against her clothed core. For a second he just sat there, grinding her down onto his leg until she whined, stars of pleasure instead of pain shooting through her body as he somehow managed to get his knee in just the right place to press against her clit.

“Kurama!” she cried, hips jerking as he mouthed at the sensitive spot beneath her ear. “Ah — Kurama!”

A low chuckle reverberated up her spine, and he took advantage of the chaos to unwrap the arm from around her waist. She was so distracted she hardly notice, though that changed when the sound of his claws shredding her jeans and underwear rent the night like a gunshot. A cold graze of pain trailed down the back of one thigh when his claws raked her skin, sensation cutting through her pleasure like a knife. She had one, horrible moment of utter clarity when she realized he hadn't even seen her cute underwear before shredding it, but the thought was fleeting. She couldn’t focus on anything else once the shock of the cold night air on her overheated flesh rendered her frozen in place. With a gasp, she stilled, for just one second ceasing her helpless struggles.

It was one second too long. Kurama’s hand encircled her thigh from behind, forcing her down, and then he buried his face in her shoulder and sank his teeth into her flesh.

It was not a soft nibble or mere scrape of teeth, or even the harder love bites she’d received from Kurama in the past. The warmth rushing down her skin told her he’d drawn blood, the firework of pain in her flesh proclaiming his teeth had ventured deep. She cried out in agony at this assault, air like a knife in her throat — but the pain was somehow grounding, panic fading as the pain pushed it from her mind, pulling her into the moment and out of her adrenaline-fueled haze. To her complete surprise, she soon had her breathing back under control, fists clenching in the mud, no longer hyperventilating. An odd calm washed over her. She could feel the burn of her exhausted muscles as they began to lose strength, no longer fueled by adrenaline. She could feel the way the tension in her had started to abate, too exhausted to remain on edge. And she could feel the way breath returned to her lungs as Kurama pinned her in place, forcing her to calm.

But most of all, she could feel the ache growing stronger and stronger between her thighs, one stoked hotter and higher by the clothed knee grinding so deliciously against her naked sex and the hard body keeping her pinned in place. For the first time she realized how warm Kurama was amid the cold mud, colder air and the icy grip of her still-wet shirt. His chest burned inferno-bright against her spine, and all at once she realized how hard she shivered against him, trembling with a heady mixture of fear, panic, arousal, pain, and cold — and burgeoning relief.

Feeling his crushing weight on top of her, so warm and solid, was somehow comforting… even with his fangs sunk so deep in her shoulder she feared he’d touched bone.

He growled low in his throat as she calmed, and once she had relaxed to his preferences, he released the bruising grip he had on her wrists. She tensed, debating running, but then the hand gripping her thigh lifted, only to descend again and deliver a harsh spank to her ass. She yelped and stilled, expecting him to do it again when his hand raised a second time, but before he could, the teeth in her shoulder slid out of her with a flare of blinding pain. It hurt so badly she was left gasping, face in the mud, barely hearing when an odd crunching sound suddenly rent the air.

Kurama spat something to the side, and she barely had time to take in his hand as it moved past her face, the claws on his fore and middle fingers bitten into blunted tips, and then those fingers were out of sight — because he buried them in her cunt. She cried out in shock as they curled against her inner walls, pressing with cruel precision and unyielding force against a spot Kurama knew too well. One that turned her legs to jelly and set her entire body alight, pleasure thrumming in her core like liquid fire. With a cry she jerked her hips, trying to pull away from his forceful touch because it was so much, so fast, but the hand on the nape of her neck kept her helplessly in place. His hands were huge, fingers stretching her to her breaking point.

And if these were his fingers, she practically salivated at the thought of what would follow when he filled her with his enormous cock. She clenched tight at the thought of it, earning her a growl from Kurama.

“I’ve barely even touched you, and you’re already so wet.” His fingers gave a hard thrust, a carefully cruel curl of questing fingertip. Amusement dripped from his words and arousal soaked her folds in equal measure when he said, “I’m not the only one who enjoys the hunt, it seems.”

She couldn’t reply. She was too tired, too exhausted, and his unrelenting touch felt entirely too good for words. He pumped into her without giving her even a moment to adjust, fingers thrusting over and over again, a brutal pace that overwhelmed every last one of her senses with a firestorm of unrestrained pleasure. Somehow she got her knees under her, hips moving to meet his hand with every thrust, jerking and humping seemingly of their own accord, greedily seeking the pleasure he mercilessly gave her. The heel of his hand slapped her ass with every movement, and he laughed when she cried out in ecstasy, a growling sound both mocking and doting all at once. Claws pricked the back of her neck, a stroking caress so gentle, it felt like the hand must belong to someone else. He was using that hand to keep her face in the mud, after all. Surely it wasn’t Kurama who ravaged her cunt with one hand while so gently conveying love with the other…

“Needy thing.” His voice was shockingly mild, as if he wasn’t buried to the knuckles inside of her, and his ministrations didn’t so much as pause when he kept speaking. “You’re gripping me so tightly, it’s hard to believe you were just trying to run.” A tongue swiped down her bare throat and swirled over the shell in her ear before he murmured, “Clearly you want me. Isn’t that right?”

Again, she couldn’t find the strength to reply. Too overwhelmed. Body jolting, breasts bouncing, hips helplessly humping his hand. His fingers made the lewdest sounds as they thrust pumped into her aching center, squelching audible even over the sound of the roaring waterfall. Amidst her pleasure-drunk haze, her cheeks burned with embarrassment, because surely at this rate her drooling pussy was dripping arousal down his arm. It was almost perverse, the way he’d skipped to this without so much as a kiss, a caress or kind word to prepare her. She could feel his gaze on her sopping cunt, feel him studying her reactions, feel him watching every move she made and every gush of fluid from her overstimulated sex. She wanted to stop her hips, stop thrusting back against his hand like a bitch in heat, retain even a shred of her dignity and play coy a moment longer, but she couldn’t find the willpower. It was all just too fucking good, and a moan spilled from her mouth unbidden.

Kurama loosed a growl. “The sound of prey who knows she’s been hunted and brought low. I want to hear it again.”

The fingers pulled from her body, leaving her cunt to clench around nothing in a desperation so strong it had her crying out with need. Kurama chuckled at the sight, and then his arm slid beneath her waist, the world turning over in a dizzying rush as he flipped them in place so she sat between his spread legs, her back to his chest, arms around her like a vice. He was rock hard behind her, evidence of his arousal pressing against her ass, hard and hot and huge. She shimmied against it with a needy whine, but he ignored her, instead thrusting his hand with the shorn claws back between her legs. The other hand stole around her throat, cupping her jaw, tilting her face up and away so he could run his teeth over her throat and shoulder and ear, nipping and sucking at the lobe before his teeth sank home once again in her shoulder. Hot warmth slid down her chest as his fingers spread her folds and gave her clit a cruel pinch before working furiously at that swollen bud, circling it just so, just the way she liked the most. Her legs spread wide without a care, heels digging hard into the mud for purchase, not caring that she was filthy, no more resistance, only surrender as he wrung sadistic pleasure from her exhausted body.

The hand around her throat tightened at the sides, her head growing light and floaty at the pressure, but even in that frenzied moment he didn’t restrict her airway. He pressed his fingers back inside her, grinding her clit against the meat of his hand, crooning praise in her ear as every nerve ending caught fire. She was dimply aware of the way she babbled, a chorus of his name repeated over and over again, mixed with demands for more, calls for him to never stop, begging him to keep going. And he did. He pushed and pressed and rubbed, sending her pleasure climbing, circling, all the more heavenly in comparison to the hellish pain in her shoulder, pressure in her hips tightening and pulling taut until—

She took a deep breath, orgasm a single brush of his finger away —

And as if he could sense its approach, he stopped.

Completely.

Part 1 | Part 2: “A Chase in the Dark” | Part 3

NOTE: let’s just call this chapter performance art. she’s frustrated, and so are you, and art is supposed to make you ~feel something~… and that means this is art!

actually I’m just a pretentious dipshit sorry not sorry LMFAO kurama is an asshole and so am i, which is why we stopped there… because if she has to suffer, then so do weeeee. this turned into three chapters instead of 2 because it’s fun to torture you… Kurama and I are a lot alike in that sense (◡‿◡✿) see you next time to watch them fuck each other’s brains out

#kurama x oc #kurama x reader #yyh x oc #yyhsmut #(n)sfw #yu yu hakusho #kurama #shuichi minamino #minamino shuichi #youko kurama #yyh kurama #shuichi minamino x reader #shuichi minamino x oc #youko kurama x oc #youko kurama smut #youko kurama x reader #yyh x reader

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wiypt-writes · 4 years ago

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Guilty As Charged

Guilty As Charged: Bucky Barnes One Shot

Summary: Defence Attorney James ‘Bucky’ Barnes is the absolute bane of your life…

Pairing: Lawyer AU Bucky Barnes x Reader (Frenemies!)

Warnings: Bad language words.

Word Count- Under 2k

A/N: This was originally posted on my old blog ages ago, but I’ve just given it a little polish and thought, seeing as I’m on the Bucky Train at the moment, I’d bring it back. Also, my knowledge on US Criminal Law is sketchy at best, so humour me…

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this bar reader and any other OCs that may or may not be mentioned. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Bucky Barnes Masterlist // Main Masterlist

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In God We Trust, the words set about the Judge’s podium were fixed in your vision, motes of dust moving freely in the rays of sunlight which were streaming through the large, ornate windows of the court room and you took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, concentrating on expelling the nerves you were feeling with the air that left your mouth and lungs.

No matter how many times you were in this position, the reading of the verdict still got to you. Your gaze turned to the jury, as the judge did the same, that all important question ringing across the room, the air stiflingly tense.

“On the charge of murder in the first degree, do you find the defendant or not guilty"

“Not guilty.”

Fuck.

Cheers from the defendants family drowned out your loud groan as you rubbed at your temple. Looking over at your colleague, Sam, you shook your head in utter disbelief.

The judge continued through the remaining charges, second-degree murder and voluntary manslaughter, and your despair grew as the same verdict was returned for each.

You’d lost. And it stung, not merely because of your near perfect conviction rate, but for the family of the victim you were one-hundred percent convinced the accused.

"Y/N this wasn't your fault.” Sam stated in a low voice but you simply sighed again and shrugged.

"I was sure they'd see through his lies,” you glanced over to your right where the defence team, headed up by James Buchanan Barnes of Barnes and Rogers Law firm were shaking hand with each other and their defendant. Barnes' face was arranged in the usual smug look that you always had the urge to slap right off it. His partner, Steve, glanced over at you and gave you a genuine, sympathetic smile.

He’s always the most courteous out of the two, the one you actually didn’t mind dealing with when it came to cases.

"He fucking did it Y/N," Sam's voice was almost a growl, "I know he did."

"Well in the eyes of the law he didn’t." You stated, standing up.

The commotion continued behind you, as the defendant was told he was free to go. Making sure to keep your head down, you hastily shuffled your papers back into their respective files and packed your briefcase up. Picking up your jacket, you shrugged it on, smoothing down pencil skirt before you head to leave the courtroom before Barnes can pipe up with his usual smart ass quips. But you're not quite fast enough. "Commiserations Miss Y/LN, can't win em all." The familiar Brooklyn drawl hit your ears.

"Buck," Steve sighed "c'mon pal..."

You grit your teeth. You know you shouldn't rise to it, but you just can’t help it. The man is an utter jack ass in the courtroom. Spinning to face him, you shot him your best contemptuous glare, the one you always reserve for those people you really cannot stand, and looked at him like he was something you'd just trodden in.

"You know Barnes, there is such a thing as being gracious in victory as well as defeat." "Defeat?” He asked, looking at Steve with a puzzled expression on his face, “no, not sure what that is." "Eat shit.” You mumbled before turning to Sam who was stood behind you, watching the exchange. You nod to him and the two of you continued up the aisle towards the exit. The victim's family were congregated outside and all at once the start barraging you with questions.

"How did that happen?"

"You said it was a cert he would go down!”

"What about a private prosecution?”

You sighed and turn to look at them, you were exhausted. "I'm sorry.” You shook your head. “That new evidence that his attorney submitted, it was just threw too much of a doubt into the juries mind..." you held your hand up to gently silence them. “If you're serious about a private prosecution then I can meet you next week to discuss and put you in touch with a few people but I’m sorry, as far as the State’s involvement goes…I can’t do anymore."

Escaping as quickly as you could, you and Sam headed back to your office. After a short meeting with your boss, the District Attorney, who was as pissed as you were that the prosecution had failed, you emerged feeling twice as tired and battered as you had when you’d left the courtroom.

As Sam stated, there was only one thing left you could do. Drink alcohol. A lot of alcohol.

It was a short walk to your preferred bar, having decided to abandon your car and collect it in the morning. You were going to get drunk. Really drunk. "Hey Y/N, hey Sam." Clint, the bar tender greeted you. “I hear it wasn't a great day.” You looked up and saw he was pointing to the TV behind the bar. It was on a news channel, focussing on a report from earlier that afternoon which wasn’t surprising. The case had thrown up huge public interest ever since the body of the teenage girl has been found in the alleyway in Queens. The defendant confessed but somehow, the new evidence submitted was an alleged recording that the defence had gotten their hands on as proof the confession was taken under duress. If you were being totally honest, you had to admit that it didn't sound great, the officer did seem to be leaning heavily on the defendant, but the other evidence was, no, IS overwhelming.

But all it needed was that little seed of doubt, which the defence sowed expertly, and the jury couldn't convict. And now, thanks to Barnes and Rogers, specifically Barnes, in your mind a dangerous killer was walking free. As you stared at the television, you saw Barnes on the screen with the defendant, all smiles and Steve at his side. Barnes greeted the press with a raised hand. "Clint turn it over man." Sam almost pleaded and Clint shot you both a sympathetic look, before he pointed the remote at and flicked the report over to a mundane, late afternoon game show. You ordered 2 beers, and then settled at the bar on one of the tall chairs, crossing your bare, heeled legs as you and Sam began to dissect the case. You couldn’t help it, you always did this, analyse where you went wrong or right.

The pair of you got that enthralled in your discussions, that before you know it, it was an hour lager and you're now four beers deep... and Sam was fielding an angry phone call from his wife, Natasha. "I gotta go, boss." He sighed, apologetically, “it’s my little girl’s dance recital at six and if I miss this one, Nat’s gonna hang me out to dry!” You waved his explanation off. “Its fine, Sam. Oh, and take the morning tomorrow. That case has had us working all hours and I don’t intend on being there till lunch. Clint, gimme a bourbon please?" "Don't let Barnes get to you.” Sam sighed. “You know what he is like" "Smug, arrogant and annoyingly self-righteous.” You nodded. “Yup, I got it.” Sam smiled and dropped a friendly kiss to your cheek. "See you later." Clint slid the glass of bourbon over to you and you smiled before pulling out your phone to check a few emails and your social media. You were just reading through an article about a Billionaire in Manhattan who had designed some kind of metal suit that allowed him to fly (because that's gonna end well), when a familiar voice broke your concentration. "Can I buy you a drink?" You rolled your eyes and looked up at Bucky Barnes as he leaned on the bar, still in his suit, although he had dispensed of his black and white tie, and opened his top button. This was another thing you hated about him. He is utterly gorgeous. Like GQ cover gorgeous, especially in his sharp suits and silk ties.

And he fucking knows it, too. "Depends." You shrugged, throwing back the remainder of your bourbon. "Does it come with a side helping of irritating smugness?" He chuckled. "I'm off duty, Doll so no."

"In that case I'll have another Monkey Shoulder." You slid the empty glass back to Clint. "Take it you're not driving home?" Barnes asked, his azure eyes running over your bare legs. "Well if I do and I get caught, I'm sure you can get me off any charges.” You replied sharply, shooting him a look that made it clear you caught him eyeing you up. And it isn't the first time either. That's another reason you clash so much in the courtroom. Sexual tension. Fucking jerk. He barked out a laugh "You're really not happy with me are you?" "Not particularly." You shook your head, thanking Clint as he pushed the now full glass back to you, with a small wink. It's a double, you noticed. That should set Barnes back a bit. Bucky reached for his beer and after a pull he looked directly at you. "Come work for me." He said and you groaned.

Not this again. "I'm a prosecutor." You rolled your eyes. "Not a defence attorney. I told you that last time you asked. And the time before, and the time before that." "I'm nothing if not persistent." He winked, turning in his stool so he was facing you. "Besides, I can teach you the ways of the dark side." "You’d love that wouldn't you?" You snort. "Oh, Sweetheart you have no idea." He leaned forward slightly, his elbow on the bar and this time he is blatantly staring at the flash of skin that was showing above the buttons on your blouse. "My face is up here, ass hole." With a smirk he raised his deep, blue eyes and they locked onto yours. Despite yourself, you feel your breath hitch slightly. Dammed him and his sex appeal. "Why are you always this insufferable?" You eventually tore your gaze away from his and picked up your drink, glancing up at the TV as an excuse not to look at him. "Ah come on Y/N, don’t be like that." He reached out to squeeze your hand which was resting on the back of the tall chair you were sat in. "We could make a great team..." You raised an eyebrow and looked at him. "Professionally.” He added, his eyes not leaving yours as he took another large drink of his beer, and you pulled your hand away from under his. "I'd kill you within five minutes of us being in the same office." You glared at him as you took another sip from your drink. He chuckled and eyed you again, “to be fair I'm not sure Stevie would be able to function with a beautiful dame such as yourself in close proximity. He still flusters around any woman that isn’t his Peggy.” "That's because Steve is a happily married man." "So am I." He shot back. Ah yes, Mrs Barnes… "Your wife deserves a medal. She must have the patience of a fucking saint to put up with you." You said into your glass. "I have other hidden qualities which mean she's prepared to overlook my slightly less favourable personality traits." He quipped, and you looked back to see that lopsided grin on his face that flips your stomach. Behave Y/N. "They must be very hidden." You mused, and he let out another loud laugh. "You're killing me, Doll.” "Good." You drained your glass. The liquid burnt your throat and you could feel the effects of the alcohol from the last few hours as your brain started to hum. You looked at Barnes who was watching you, his eyes shining with all the cheekiness of a teenage boy and you know you need to leave before you do something stupid.

Like snogging his dumb, handsome face off. "I think it's time I got going." You said simply, standing up. Barnes gave a nod, draining his bottle. “Yeah I should be making tracks too. Wife to see to, you know how it is.” You stood and he did the same, and you realised he was holding up your jacket, ready for you to slide your arms into. Narrowing your eyes slightly at his sudden chivalry, you couldn’t help the small smile that flickered across your face as you turned and allowed him to help you into it. His hands dropped to your shoulders and he span you round gently and smiled with those perfect teeth, a smile that lit up his beautiful face, his eyes crinkling in the corners. "Lead the way Mrs Barnes.” He instructed softly, dropping a tender kiss to your lips. "You know it's a good job I love you,” you smiled, sliding your arms up round his neck. "Yeah, I know." "Although right now I'm struggling to remember why." "Well, when we get home I'll just have to show you some of those hidden qualities I was talking about, see if they help jog your memory.” You bit your lip slightly at the dark flash of desire that flit across his eyes, and you leant up to brush your lips across his stubbled jawline. "Unanimous verdict,” your voice drops slightly as you pull back and he smirked again, “guilty as charged.” You tossed Clint a good bye, linked your hand into your husband’s and he walked you outside into the brisk wind, his arm pulling you close, his lips pressed a soft kiss to your temple. Yeah, James Buchanan Barnes might be an insufferable, arrogant ass hole in the courtroom, but outside it he's simply your Bucky.

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shibarirobot · 4 years ago

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Aizawa fic - CH3 - Entrapment

18+ Only! SFW (for now)

Shouta Aizawa x Villain!OC/Reader (?)

CH1

CH2

!!TW!! mentions of abuse, trauma, blood

Above are the links to the first two chapters, but for those that just want to get to it, I will briefly summarize. The main character here(who I choose to keep very nondescript so anyone can enjoy this, that may change as things get more physical between them and our hero. I will continue using they/them pronouns for this, but I have lady parts and will probably end up using those words.) is a villain that has just stolen information, fought Aizawa and made an escape to a roof where they fought with a member of their crew and Maybe(?) probably killed them.

Thank you for reading!

Enjoy! x

Sirens blare behind me as cops start to arrive at the scene. I pull the hood on my jacket up over my head and dip around the corner. I hadn’t tried to stick around long enough for them to show up, but left without a quick way off the roof after tossing that damn bat off the side, I had to take the stairs. It was a long way down, but the stairwell was entirely connected all the way to the ground floor, I would have been seriously pissed off if I had to find multiple sets of stairs. My face is mostly obscured by my hood, but I look down everytime a random citizen passes by. I can never be too careful about being seen.

I reach into my pocket and feel for my marble, my anxiety is rising quickly as a group of four teen girls walks towards me on the sidewalk. I almost freak out when my pocket turns up empty, but then I remember that I threw it, that it’s the only reason I’m still walking free. This brings me slight peace before I hear giggling and sneer to myself. High schoolers. I look at their uniforms, even better, hero students. I pull the drawstrings on my hood and it scrunches around my face, hiding me further. Anonymity isn’t the only reason I prefer not to be seen, but it’s the most self preserving reason, the one that makes the most sense. The other is because I’m afraid. Afraid of what they could say, of what they could think. I’ve heard it all, but it never fails to sting a little when the unfiltered truth of others thoughts wash over me.

Weirdo. What. A. Freak.

OMG what are they wearing?

Damn, why do I always have to walk on the outside? Don’t you all care at all if I get grabbed?

Please don’t rob us, please don’t rob us.

Look away. Just look away.

I pull the drawstrings tighter and walk slightly faster, trying to push their thoughts from my brain, but failing grandly as all I can focus on is how much I don’t fit in, how little the rest of the world cares for people that don’t fit in the cookie cutter mold of societal expectations. The girls are having a light hearted conversation amongst themselves as I pass by, a complete confliction to the sour, curdled thoughts that had just slipped out. My eyes are glued to my feet as I take one step after the other, my legs feel like lead as I fight the urge to scream at them and silence their brain functions. I’m so focused on getting myself away from those girls that I barely register the man walking in front of me, talking loudly on the phone. I thump into his back, my eyes still strained down at the tips of my boots. He looks down at me, surprised. I can feel his eyes on me, feel the shock as his words falter into the phone mic.

Woah. All black, huh?

Trying to avoid a conflict, I duck to the side and mutter a curt ‘sorry’ below my breath, already shuffling off. He reaches out to me though, reaching for my shoulder. “Hey, wait. Sorry to bump into y-”

I jerk away without looking. “Don’t touch me… please.” I cough the pleasantry out, it’s hard to hold myself back when all I want to do is swear at him and rip his eyes from his skull, knowing full well this is only a minor inconvenience, not a stopping block for me. I slightly turn my head, looking up at him out of one eye, he looks down at me, stunned.

Wait… Is this the one?

Who is this man? He looks slightly familiar, but I can’t quite place him. He’s got long blonde hair, pulled into a simple ponytail and a goatee that makes him look like he still thinks the year is 2008. My eyes fall back to my feet as I take quick paces away from him. I don’t know him, but it seems like he might know me, which is definitely a bad sign. My anxiety swells again as I feel the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. This really can’t be good. I can still feel him watching me as I retreat, but his focus shifts back to his phone as someone yells on the other end of the receiver. “Yah, yah! I’m right around the corner. Get off my back, Shouta… I said I’m right around the corner! … No! I’m not in ‘uniform’, it’s my day off!” I let my anxiety roll off my shoulders as I get farther away from him and can no longer hear his shouting. I’m not sure why he threw me off so much, but I’m happy to be crossing the street and leaving his line of vision, turning an extra corner, just to be safe. I can’t afford anyone following me right now.

I’m still a bit rattled as I step down the stairs to the underground train tunnels. The tunnels are old, abandoned years ago after a train derailed and collapsed several tunnels. There were so many casualties, they shut down the entire train system after that, but by then technology had become so advanced compared to the subway that they didn’t even bother rebuilding. The city just closed off the tunnel entrances to the public. Citizens and tourists still come down to the platforms to take pictures and read plaques about the deceased. It’s ridiculous really. They didn’t know any of the people that died, had no connection to them, they would have no clue about the lives lost here if it hadn’t been all over the news. What the news wouldn’t tell the unsuspecting audience of sheep, is that it was actually a hero that crashed the train. The media told the world that a minor earthquake had derailed the train, which was only partially true. A minor earthquake had caused the crash, but a hero had caused the earthquake. A hero was the direct cause of so many shortened lives, innocent and corrupt alike, all dead within seconds. The media just swept that under the rug, not a single news coverage even mentioned his name as they described the tragedy. He continued his hero work as if nothing had even happened, as if he hadn’t murdered the very people he vowed to protect, as if he wasn’t the sole reason those people died. My sister was among those lost. She wasn’t my only family, but the only one I liked, the only one that made life even bearable. A tear rolls down my cheek and I wipe it away in frustration, no time for emotions. No time for tears. No time to let myself wallow, because I know once I start on that path, I’ll never stop. I’ll cry until I can’t breathe, until my eyes are swollen shut, until my lungs give out. So I cut myself short. No tears.

The platform is empty when I reach the tracks, the silence echoing. This is the only place I’m free of everyone else’s trilling thoughts buzzing in my brain, the thick concrete walls jamming their signal from getting to me. I release a long awaited sigh, the anxiety finally subsiding and leaving a slight hunger in my stomach. I had been so worked up I forgot to get food. I pull the hood off my head and hop down onto the tracks, walking them like a balance beam, a habit I picked up in my free time. At this point, I don't even put my hands out at my sides. I’ve done this so much, I’m sure I could walk it with my eyes closed. I do close my eyes, basking in the complete silence that surrounds me. Silence that reminds me of the moments I was fighting Eraser Head, the moments where he took my quirk and my head was actually empty. Even now it’s not quite like that, there’s still a ringing in my ears and a hum in the back of my head like static over a radio channel. It’s never been completely quiet inside my head, it only ever fades to background noise, not like when I was with him, when he was staring at me so intensely. I know it’s because he couldn’t look away, because of his quirk, but part of it made me feel… wanted. No one has ever looked at me like that, with such incredible intensity in their eyes. I shake my head, feeling crazier than usual. There’s no way he could want me, no way that I’m not just pushing my own desires onto his actions, no way that I’m not just famished for someone to hold me in their arms like he had held me in his scarf.

Now I know I’m acting foolish. His scarf? Really? He was attacking me, he was fighting me, he’s a hero goddammit. I should be hating him and working up ways to bring his demise, but instead I’m thinking about what it would be like to see him without his hostility, to watch his face as he slept, to see tears trail down his face, to see him begging on his knees. I want to see his vulnerability, surprisingly, without any intention of exploiting it. I just want to see him. I have to see him. I look down and realize I’m pacing. I shake myself again and head for a service tunnel that I’ve commandeered to become my little hideout. It’s really not much, but it’s all mine and 100% off the grid. Maintenance personnel don't even come down here. I’m completely alone and I love it. No prying eyes, no unwanted thoughts, just me and the cold concrete. It’s heavenly.

I moved down here full time a few months after my sister died and it became clear that no one was fixing up the tunnels. My biological carrier, the woman I refuse to call my mother, had begun drinking immediately. Not that she was a stranger to alcohol before, but it had only gotten worse. Her drunk thoughts quickly became her sober thoughts and all of them had to do with me. Why my sister had died instead of me, why she was the one that had to be stuck with me, why she had to have been cursed with such a freakish child. One that cried all the time, one that split her head in two when they had a tantrum, one that couldn't even be put into daycare to protect the other children, one that put her husband in a vegetative state. I became nothing more than a burden to her, if there was any part of her that still loved me, loved me like a mother is supposed to, it was buried deeper in her mind than even I could find.

The mental abuse wasn’t what broke me though, the neglect hadn’t done it either. It was the night she made me beg. She had drunk so much that I felt drunk, felt drunk off the vertigo thoughts she was pulsing out into the room. She stumbled into my room, slurring speech and telling me how ungrateful I was to have someone like her that would take such good care of me. I should have known better, should have been quiet like usual, but I scoffed at that. The wench barely even knew how to take care of herself, the notion honestly tickled me. That did her in. She lunged at me and threw me to the floor, smacking me in the face once on both cheeks. She rolled off of me and left the room as drunkenly as she had come in. I just layed there and cried, hoping she was done, but knowing she wasn’t. I heard the door creak and felt her grab me by the hair, shoving me into a dining chair. The confusion must have been evident on my face, because she hit me again and made quick work of tying me to the wooden chair. She left me there, tied up, for days. She made me beg for food. Beg for water. Beg to be cleaned after I had pissed myself. She made me apologize for everything I had ever done. She made me admit I was a monster, one that hurt people for fun, because I wanted to, not because I couldn’t control my quirk. I can see now how that narrative would be easier for her to stomach, having a person to blame instead of accepting the shitty facts of reality, but I was her child. I had been pure. She was supposed to love me, protect me.

I stop walking, letting my renewed hatred for that woman settle on my shoulders like a warm, heavy blanket. Resolve hardening my heart and warping the soft emotions I had just been there. I heave a sigh and reach into my jacket pocket again, feeling the flashdrive from before. This is what I need. File upon file of precious documents and information right here in the palm of my hand, information that now exists nowhere else.

I start walking again, exhausted from today's events. There had been so many close calls. I’m still reeling from a couple of them, my head still not on fully straight. I make it to my little pad and flop down on the mattress I have tucked away in the corner. I unzip my boots and massage my feet a little, pulling them into my lap to sit lotus style. My laptop had been haphazardly tossed into my bed, so I reach over and plug it into the charging cable snaking from the wall, also pushing the little flashdrive into the side port and letting all the documents download. I curl into a ball on my mattress and flop to the side, I’m so tired and so hungry, I’m not sure what to do. I have no food here so I'm going to have to go back up to the surface level, but it’s still too light out, I’ll wait until the sun has fully set then go stop by a street vendor. In the meantime however, I treat myself to a nap. I hadn’t realized how heavy my eyes were until my head hit the soft material of my bed.

I’m not sure how much time has passed since I fell asleep, but I wake up to my computer beeping. The download is complete. I smile to myself and close the laptop, removing the flashdrive from the side, again not bothering to eject it. I push myself up into a sitting position and rub my hands over my entire face and into my hair, fully waking myself up some more. I look down at myself, still in my full clothes and sigh, I guess I had been far more tired than I thought. My mind drifts to the dream I was having before my eyes had peeled back open. I only really dream when I sleep hard, which isn’t often since I’ve basically ruined my REM cycles. In my dream, I was with Eraser Head again, but this time we weren’t fighting, not really. He still had me caught in that damn capture weapon, but I was completely naked, my body exposed at all the right points for him to reach out and grab me, hit me, bite me. The memory of how his scarf felt against my skin heats up my face, my body clenching tightly. How does he still do this to me? He’s not even near me.

I run a hand down my neck, trying to calm myself. I can’t get all riled up because of some hero. Can I? Another flash from my dream breaks through to the forefront of my mind. Eraser Head has me by the jaw, his mouth so close to mine I would be able to feel his breath on my lip if it had been real. That’s when he sensually licks my plush bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth and biting down softly, just enough to drive me crazy. Just enough for me to want more, to feel it in real life. I yell and pound my fist into the mattress. GET!! IT!! TOGETHER!! I launch myself onto my feet, tugging on my boots, determined to get his imagined ministrations out of my mind. I still need to eat anyway. The hunger tugging on my stomach and making it growl loudly, protesting the nap that had zapped away the rest of my evening. I look at my watch and groan, it's already past 9pm.

I head back down the service tunnel that leads to my little crash pad, there’s a small, unpopular ramen stand I like to go to when it’s late. It's not the best bowl of ramen in the world, but it gets the job done and I’m not too picky when it comes to noodles in warm broth. The stand is right outside one of the stairwells into the underground platforms. The lights from the neon sign flicker dimly, it reads ‘OPEN to Business’. I slink down onto one of the stools and drop my money onto the counter, ordering a beef bowl. The man on the other side of the counter pours the broth and cuts vegetables before serving me the bowl with a small bow of his head. I return his formality before delving into the bowl. The soup smells better than usual, or maybe I’m just insanely hungry, either way the first bite leaves me melting into the bowl, hunched over, consuming the food at such a rate it would appear as if I hadn’t eaten in days. I hit the bottom of the white bowl in record time and slam down a few coins demanding more. The chef raises his eyebrow, but complies, almost over filling another bowl for me.

Hungry, ha? Good! Eat more!

I smile at him, actually warmed by his slight kindness, but it is soon forgotten as I begin slurping down noodles, beef, and cooked vegetables. I finish the second bowl almost as quickly as the first and slouch back, patting my very full belly. I was definitely hungrier than I realized. I sigh, content and sluggish as I slide off the side of the stool. I can’t help the light feeling in my chest as I shove my hands into my pockets. The moon is high in the sky and the night air is cool on my cheeks, it’s almost serene. I decide to take a little stroll, there’s another entrance to the platform a few blocks down, connecting to the other side of the service tunnel. I start my walk with casual steps, I’m not in a rush and I just want to breathe in the fresh air a little bit longer. There’s an empty orange soda can on the ground and I kick it with the inside of my foot, sending it skittering forward a few paces, stopping in a perfect place for me to kick it again. I continue kicking the can along with me as I walk, until I kick it a little too hard and it goes tumbling down into a storm drain. I shrug and round a corner, the can just a distraction anyways, something to fiddle with. I reach into my pocket and forget again that my marble isn't there. A prickle of nerves climbs up my arm and to the back of my neck, making my hair follicles stand on end.

Suddenly alert, I tense my shoulders and scan the area, looking above me as well this time, I won’t be taken out from the rooftops again, but still I see nothing. The air around me has shifted. It’s no longer peaceful and delicate, it’s eerie and cold, sending a shiver through me again, the anxiety making me even more jumpy as I hear little sounds around me. Nothing out of the ordinary, city sounds, but it all gets to me, sending my heart rate in an upward spike. I start to run, unsure of where to go. I can feel someone, but where? It’s driving me crazy. I know there’s someone. I know it, but the absolute lack of a presence is what’s really fucking me up. An ubiquitous white flash darts out at me from the dark. I dodge quickly, leaning back so far my head barely misses slamming into the concrete below me. There’s another flash and I throw my legs out from underneath me, catching myself in a near handstand before flinging myself backwards again, still unsure of where the flashes are coming from.

Before I can land back on my feet, I see it, a dark figure blur by me from the corner of my eye. I don’t know what or who it is, but my first instinct is to whip around and try to use my quirk, still only barely sure of the figure’s location. When I spin around, I’m immediately bombarded by two sensations. First, is the clarity in my brain that only comes when Eraser Head is muting my quirk. The second, is the heat that grows in my stomach when I realize exactly who I’m up against. My chest flushes, and my thoughts flash back to my dream, the way he had halfway kissed me. That’s all the distraction he needs to scoop me up in his capture weapon and have me dangling upside down from the nearest street pole.

Seeing him from this angle is different as the blood starts to rush to my head, making me feel dizzy. I thrash around a little, to no avail, before allowing myself to give up, feeling too sluggish from my meal anyways. Even if I manage to get out of this coil I could barely expect to actually get away. Eraser Head slowly saunters up to my upside down body, rocking from side to side, he looks menacing and my body clenches tight again. Gezzus fuck, this man is hot. “You wanted to see me again. That’s what you said, isn’t it?” He pulls the goggles covering his eyes up unto his forehead and I can see his whole face. There’s a scar underneath his eye that I hadn’t seen before, it marks his skin beautifully and I can’t help but imagine what he looked like with the fresh wound, blood running down his face. I bet it was gorgeous. He’s a striking figure on his own, but covered in blood? I gulp heavily, the downward gravity making it hard. Eraser bends his knees, squatting down so we’re on an even eye level, his are still glowing red and I’m reeling from the proximity. He’s so close. He’s right there. I could reach out and grab him if my arms weren’t strung up to my sides.

I can’t touch him, but he’s still close enough for me to throw my head back, letting the momentum force me back down to collide my skull with his. I hear a crunch and feel warm blood trickle up my face from my nose, it's in my mouth too. Eraser stumbles back, not prepared for a headbutt. It’s true what they say, no one wins in a headbutt, but it feels like a win as I see a small trail of blood coming from his forehead, it’s so much hotter that it’s my blood. He looks even better than I had imagined, of course he does. My skull is pulsing already and my quirk is returned to me as he tries to steady himself. He does, quicker than I had hoped. My head is still splitting and I don't have enough time to regain myself before he’s taking my quirk again. Damn, he’s good. I chuckle to myself, licking the blood from my lips. This is actually kind of fun. Eraser Head looks down at me again, gripping my hair tightly now to keep me from moving again. His eyes are wild, his jaw tight. It’s taking all of him not to beat the living shit out of me. I can tell.

Then his expression changes and he looks mischievous, teasing even. The slight confusion I have is short lived before he yanks my head forward, my neck craned at an awkward angle to look directly up at him. “My turn.” He says, dropping my head so I’m swinging back and forth again, only able to see him every couple seconds. He takes a step back and I see him poise himself for a second, spinning into a roundhouse kick that connects with my temple and knocks me out cold.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed it!

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Distance 07

Annyeong~! Its been a HOT MINUTE since I’ve last updated and I’m sorry to everyone who’s checked in to see how I’ve been doing and such >< Life got REALLY hectic over the last three months....you see...I may have gotten MARRIED!! Oppa and I have been together for a long time and this past summer we finally tied the knot!

Leading up to that, I was also working 6 days a week with 10hr days and working on my YT channel so I was stretching myself wayyyyy too thin to really think about posting ><. But that does not mean I forgot about Distance!! I was actually working on it during my downtime to try to complete it so I could start posting again but it was only this past week that I finally got the editing done so over the course of the next few days, please enjoy the next few parts of Distance. If you’re new and checking things out, you can find the Masterlist and all the other parts here.

Once again~ I’m so sorry for being gone for so long and I’ll try to be more active in the future ><

There wasn’t a day Jeno didn’t regret not making things official with you sooner. What he also didn’t expect was his soon to be ex best friend to act on his feelings towards you either. Now a whole continent away with a ten hour time difference, will the two of you survive the distance and all the obstacles that come with?

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Pairing: Ballerina OC x Dancer Jeno

Words: 4322

Warnings: Cavity eating Fluff :x

~Tag List: @mikachu-28 @peachykrystal @jenoleeaesthetic

The next morning, the two of you were woken up by both your cellphones ringing simultaneously.

“If it’s Jaemin I swear to gjgksd.” Jeno said muffling his face into his pillow and hit the reject button only for his phone to ring once more.

“Its seven in the morning, what could you possibly want?” you grumbled into the receiver after you opted to answer it instead of let it go to voicemail.

“We’re on our way down and we’ll be there in two hours.” Renjun said, sounding more awake than usual, “Everyones skipping classes today since it’s Friday. Jaemin and Soonyoung are driving.”

“But its so early.” you whined as you heard Jeno grunt in agreement next to you, “See even Jeno agrees.” you heard Jeno mumble again, “He says to tell Jaemin to stop calling him.”

“Jaemin is not going to stop calling him till he answers” Renjun stated as you heard laughter in the background, “And we’re in different cars. I’m with Soonyoung, Yukhei, Yeeun and YangYang. Everyone else is in Jaemins car.”

“Fine, we’ll meet at our place first and decide what to do after.” you said stretching as you felt Jeno let out a high pitch squeak from his pillow and you felt his hand reach for your leg, “See you soon.” and without waiting for a goodbye, you hung up and rolled over to your companion as you felt him envelope you in his arms and nuzzle your cheek. “What’s wrong with you now?” you asked as you heard him giggle slightly. Now that was something you never heard.

“You told Renjun that you’d meet at our place.” he whispered in your ear and you rolled your eyes, turning in his arms as he readjusted so his hand rested on your waist.

“Why are you such a big puppy?” you asked curiously as he shrugged, leaning down to rub his nose against yours.

“A puppy only for you.” he confessed with a sigh, “You know how I am around everyone else.”

“An introverted pain in the ass?” you asked with a smirk and Jeno raised his eyebrows and raised one of his hands in a warning, wiggling his fingers for emphasis.

“Final answer?” he asked in warning as you gave him an innocent look.

Quickly rolling away and getting out of bed, Jeno barely caught your answer.

“Final answer!” you said quickly, running out the door towards your bathroom, leaving Jeno there to contemplate what you said.

Jeno sat up quickly and threw a playful glare towards the open door, “Y/N!!!!!!” he yelled but only got a muffled answer that he couldn’t even make out. He was actually hoping to sleep some more but with you awake now, there was no point. Running a hand through his hair, he yawned, reached for his glasses and looked around the room with a smile. He was glad that you approved of the decor and how there were mixtures of the two of you throughout the space.

At first he wanted to do a his and hers theme but he also liked having your stuff mixed with his. It made the room look homier, there were more pictures of your adventures, some of your clothes that Jeno had taken from your home hung next to his in separate closets. He had done this all himself and with some decoration help from the girls but he wanted to make this place special for the both of you.

Some would question why he decided to settle down so early, he was young, good looking and was in a good place. He knew he could have any girl he wanted (well maybe except Hana), but he had tried picturing a life without you and he didn’t like it. He tried picturing you with someone else and even the thought of Jisung still slightly aggravated him. He was selfish and wanted you for himself because no one understood him more. Did he love you? Somewhere deep down maybe and in time the words would come out but right now, he was just content being in your presence. You were his best friend, his travel buddy, his everything.

Reaching over to his nightstand, he took out a jewelry box and looked towards the door. Should he? It’d been on his mind for quite sometime and judging by how you reacted the night before to him making his place yours as well, he was sure he’d receive the same reaction.

“Staring at your bed won’t make it make itself you know.” you said from the door and Jeno looked up to see you freshened up in leggings and one of his button downs that looked like a dress on you. Walking over and sitting next to him, you ran your hand through his bed head. “Hello...Earth to Jeno Lee…I swear Renjun was right about the aliens switching you from an alternate universe. You haven’t been yourself lately.” you said, poking the side of his head and he turned to look at you with a playful glare which you returned with an innocent smile.

“You look good in my clothes.” he commented and you looked down at the light blue shirt, “But you do know you have clothes here too right?”

“Yours smell like you though.” you said grinning and laid down next to him on the bed, using his open arm as a head rest. You let out a content sigh as you felt your muscles relax, “I don’t know why, but with all the stress from the show...Jisung...this is the first time I feel...content.” you said feeling Jeno’s fingers tap lightly on your stomach as he hummed, rolling over so he was hovering over you before sitting up straight.

“I want to give you something.” he said as you craned your neck to look up at him with a raised eye brow

“What is it?” you asked and he placed the small box on your stomach.

“Open it.” he said and you reached forward but he slid the box further down your body, giving you a playful smile.

“Jeno Lee” you growled as he continued to move the box, before finally settling on your abdomen.

Finally getting a hold of the box, Jeno let go of your legs and helped you sit up but made sure your legs were still thrown over his. You looked at him curiously as he urged you to open the box and ever so slowly, your fingers lifted the wooden cover and just by the feel of it, you knew whatever it was, was expensive.

“Jeno you did not…” you said and gasped as you finally saw what it was. Inside the box was a chain and two intertwined rings on it. You recognized one of the rings as his Representative Rings he got back when you were at the same dance academy. He had given it to you as a birthday present and told you to hold on to it since he wasn’t big on wearing rings back then. He said it messed with his dancing and you couldn’t figure out what he meant but accepted the gift anyways. The other ring on the chain you couldn’t recognize.

“That’s my NCT Junior Club ring.” Jeno explained as you fingered the silverband, “Everyone who enters the club gets one with their name engraved into it and the year they joined. You get a nicer band when you become a senior. The rumor is that if a member gifts their significant other with their junior ring, then they’re bound to be life partners.”

You turned the ring so you could see the inside and right there was Jeno’s full name and the year he entered but there was also something else engraved next to it and you gasped.

~Forever my Soulmate~ Y/N 2020

“Jeno Lee..” you gasped softly and felt him wrap an arm around you, burying his face into your hair.

“Be with me.” he muttered and you almost didn’t hear him, “I don’t want you to go back to Europe knowing that Jisung is there and that he might make another move...At least...if you say yes, I’ll have a reason to beat him up if he does..”

Pulling away from him you slapped his chest, “How many times do I have to tell you that violence solves nothing?”

“And how many times am I going to remind you how hurt Jaemin was when you punched him?” he asked laughing as you shoved him slightly but obviously he was not moved, instead pulling you closer, “But what do you say..? Can we finally put a label on whatever we have now? Can I actually call you my girlfriend and not best friend?” he asked, his voice full of hope, “Not that we need a label or anything, it’s just that Jaemin and everyone else always bugs us and I know we agreed to go at our own pace but I really really want to call you my girlfriend.” he rambled and your hand on his cheek stopped him and the two of you shared a peaceful moment of silence.

“Put it on for me?” you ask, handing him the box and Jeno grinned, leaning over to kiss your forehead knowing that it was your way of answering his question. Taking the necklace out of the box, you held up your hair as he fastened the clasp around your neck before bringing you into his arms and snuggling his face into your cheek as the two of you laid down once more

“Best day ever.” he murmured, peppering your face with small kisses, making you giggle as you wrapped your arms around him, “You don’t think it’s too fast do you?” he asked, “I mean, we’re just getting to know each other again…”

“You did ask me to move in with you last night.” You deadpanned, “I would think that we’re going backwards.”

“It just felt like the right time.” Jeno reasoned and you snorted thinking of the reality of the situation.

“We’re eighteen, both with at least two pieces of property under our names, have pretty much settled down and are lucky enough to have a future secured for us. We’re not your typical teenagers.” you stated and Jeno chuckled.

“Yea, but we were never considered normal in anyone's eyes anyways so why start now?” he asked and you couldn’t help but agree with him as you shared a comfortable silence before he got up, bringing you with him. “I should get ready. Jaemin normally scrapes off ten to twenty minutes of time if he’s had his hell drink.”

“He’s going to die of a caffeine overdose someday.” You commented, making your new boyfriend chuckle. Straightening out the shirt, you reached for one of your belts you saw in the closet and wrapped it around your waist. “When did I give you permission to raid my closet?”

“Talk to me after you return all twenty hoodies that I thought went MISSING.” he called over his shoulder as he walked out of the room.

The first group to arrive was Soonyoung, Renjun, Yukhei, Yeeun and YangYang. Jaemin had offered to pick up breakfast for everybody and was a few minutes behind. The two of you met them at the elevator and Yeeun was the first to embrace you before anyone else.

“Y/N!!!” she squealed, making you laugh before you were pulled away into Yukhei’s arms.

“Jeno took off with you so quickly yesterday that we didn’t even get to greet each other.” he said kissing your cheek and you pulled away to face the other three and waved while Jeno greeted Yeeun and Yukhei with the same enthusiasm, maybe even more.

“Hey guys.” you said to Soonyoung and Renjun who both gave you hugs and you turned to the last person, “Sorry we didn’t get to meet formally last night. I’m Y/N.” you said holding out your hand.

YangYang grinned and shook your hand, “It’s nice to meet you. Everyone has only said good things, especially Jeno over there.” he nodded towards the trio who were walking further into the space, joined by Soonyoung and Renjun.

“Yea…” you said, turning back to look at the blonde boy you could call yours, “Don’t believe everything he says, he tends to stretch the truth.” you said scratching the back of your neck awkwardly and motioned for him to follow you, “Do you want a tour?”

“Sure.” he said as you started to lead him through the apartment while everyone else lounged around. Jeno said he had to step out quickly but would be back before Jaemin got there.

After leading him upstairs, YangYang really got to look at the apartment as a whole. It was larger than most and he’d never seen an apartment like this in Korea before. There were floor to ceiling windows throughout the apartment, including the upstairs portion. It was a unique design and was definitely custom made, looking at you as you waved at Yeeun below, “The design of the place is so unique, I’ve never seen anything like it. Does your family own it?”

“Oh no. I don’t own property in this city.” you said shaking your head, “This is Jeno’s place.”

“You mean Jeno’s parents?” YangYang clarified, confused and you shook your head again.

“Jeno’s parents were the developers of this building which is why this specific apartment has a unique design. It’s two apartments designed as one.” you explained, “His parents gifted it to him when he turned eighteen.”

“Shit really? So this place is all Jeno’s?” he asked looking around and you giggled, used to newcomers reactions, “how does he afford to maintain the place?”

“He pays the bills and his family takes care of the people who maintain it when he isn’t here. Cleaners come once a week and they even stock the fridge if we give them enough warning but we rarely do. We tend to eat out or buy or own groceries on our way here anyways.” you explained and YangYang seemed surprised.

“So Jeno owns this whole place.” he said and you nodded, “And his parents gave it to him when he was eighteen?” you nodded again.

“We spent a lot of weekends here growing up and the occasional spring break.” you said, “he spent a lot of time here after he learned how to drive and his parents just thought it made sense.”

‘Just how much money does he have?’ YangYang asked himself and you continued the tour and YangYang continued to look around in awe. He paid extra attention to the photos scattered around the apartment. Mostly of you and Jeno growing up and in a tropical country or in a dance studio and birthday parties. There were many pictures of Jaemin as well and a few of Hana and this person he’d never seen before.

“And that’s pretty much it.” you said as you ended in the kitchen, “Feel free to help yourself to whatever you want, the fridge is stocked with a few drinks and snacks and so is the pantry.”

Around the same time, Jeno casually walked into the apartment with a bouquet, bypassing you and YangYang and straight into the bedroom before coming back out empty handed.

“Where did you go?” you asked as he came to stand with the two of you and greeted YangYang.

“Jaemin asked me for a favor at the last minute and I had to pick something up.” he answered, “I actually saw them pulling into the parking garage so they should be here any minute.”

“I cannot believe this place is yours.” YangYang said as he and Jeno made their way into the kitchen as you went to sit with Renjun.

“It’s ours.” Jeno said nodding towards the couch where Renjun was inspecting your new pieces of jewelry, holding in his chuckle when Renjun let out a very audible gasp which gained the attention of Yukhei and Yeeun who were now hovering over you with looks of interest. “I asked her to move in with me yesterday.”

“Woah, already?” YangYang gasped as Jeno shrugged, handing him a drink, “Don’t you feel like it’s a bit early? We heard that the two of you started connecting only in the last few months.”

“Felt like the right time.” he answered and chuckled when he saw Yeeun engulf you in a big hug while Yukhei ruffled your hair, giving you a large smile, “It’s a long story but we have too much history for us not to try and honestly, she’s the only one I can see myself settling down with.”

YangYang wondered why he felt a sense of deja vu as he listened to Jenos story when he heard the chime of the elevator signalling that the rest of the group arrived.

“Took you guys long enough.” Yukhei called as Jaemin and the others walked in with various bags of food and you got up to help Hana with the few bags in her hands.

“The order got held up.” Hana explained as the two of you hugged each other and she smirked seeing your necklace, “Nice piece of jewelry you got there girl, is it new?” she whispered as you giggled. Jeno had confessed that both Hana and Jaemin were in on his little surprise since it was Jaemin who had hooked him up with the person who combined the rings and Hana had found the box on the kitchen counter when she and Jaemin went to hang out at his house. She had found it cute and promised that she wouldn’t tell you about it. You were surprised that she had managed to keep a secret for that long.

“You should ask your boyfriend. I’m sure he can hook you up.” you said shooting her a wink before going to greet Chenle and the others who were with Jeno and YangYang. Once you were within arms reach, Jeno had brought you to his side and Chenle looked between the two of you suspiciously.

“So did Jeno finally grow some balls and ask you out?” he asked out of the blue and suddenly you were holding your boyfriend back from wringing the Chinese boys neck while you, YangYang and Xiaojun laughed.

“Wait so you mean you weren’t together already?” Xiaojun asked surprised, from what he’d heard about your relationship, he assumed that the two of you had already been together for a while now.

“I’ve been away for a long time and we’re still kind of reconnecting.” you explained, meeting the other boys eyes, “we’re official as of this morning.”

“That’s cute.” YangYang commented as Tzuyu rolled her eyes.

She still couldn’t understand why someone as perfect as Jeno would date someone as plain Jane like you. He deserved someone better, someone who would compliment him in terms of looks and skill. Granted, she had only seen you dance once and thought that it was nothing special. She still refused to acknowledge the look of love from Jeno’s eyes that he only directed towards you.

“Yep, proud neighbours for fourteen years.” you said and motioning to the food, “I’m sure you guys are hungry after that long drive. Make yourselves at home and if you need anything, let us know.”

“Thanks. Do you mind if we look around after? I’ve never seen a design like this before.” Xiaojun said with a smile as his eyes met yours, you felt the arm around your waist tighten as you smiled back.

“Sure, Jeno can give you the tour.” you said grinning up at said person who looked down at you with a raised eyebrow, “We’ll figure out our plans for the day after.”

Pulling away, you made your way over to Jaemin and Hana, squeezing yourself between the couple

The three of you along with Renjun updated each other on the happenings between the two Continents. Hana once again apologized for not talking to Jisung sooner and you brushed her off. You considered Jisung one of your closest friends and no one could have predicted that he’d make a move on you, especially after knowing that you belonged to Jeno.

“Have you and Jeno talked about it?” Hana asked and you shrugged.

“Kind of? He asked if I’d talked to him since the incident but Mia and Chan took away Jisungs phone since he has to focus on training camp. Obviously we get the occasional updates but from what we’ve heard, he’s one of the top 3 in his group.” you explained and Renjun nodded in agreement.

“He just needed to focus on one thing. You could tell that whenever he had a bad day he’d always run to you but without you there, he’s pouring his soul into his dance because he thinks it’s all he has.” Renjun added, “I’m very impressed. We won’t be seeing him till we get back to Europe for rehearsals but thats only when we drop in.”

“Where would Jeno be when he starts?” Jaemin asked and you grimaced.

“Jisungs class. He’s one of the nominees for captain of the new competition team if he makes it through and the students in that group are top tier. He’ll be spending a lot of time observing the group to make decisions.” Renjun answered chuckling and looked at you, “You guys need to get your bull shit together cause once rehearsals start, it’s half a year of responsibilities and thats for all of us. Jeno and Jisung are going to be around each other a lot in a few weeks and I’d rather not have the first fight of the season be over you.”

Jaemin examined your new piece of neck jewelry with a smirk.

“Well by the looks of it, Y/N and Jeno got their shit together.” he commented, toying with your necklace, “What did you think about the bracelets?”

Silence fell among the group as you looked at one another and Jaemin looked like a deer caught in headlights.

“Bracelets?” you asked, looking at Jaemin with a raised eyebrow and he shook his head quickly, realizing that he had spoiled a surprise and Hana gasped.

Turning to the kitchen where Jeno was conversing with Yang Yang and Kun who had shown up with Sicheng and Yuta he could feel your demeanour change as you made eye contact and his eyes shot to Jaemin who looked guilty.

He then realized that his best friend had ruined his surprise that he’d kept from both you and Hana who had only known about the necklace.

“Wait so there are bracelets?” Hana asked, looking at you and Jeno sighed shaking his head.

“Later, after I teach Jaemin how to keep his mouth shut” he said, wrapping his arms around you from behind the couch, throwing a glare at his best friend as everyone gathered around with plates of food, “First, what’s the plan today? Everyone kind of showed up a lot earlier then we were expecting.”

“What were YOU two going to be doing till dinner?” Jaemin asked in a teasing tone and Jeno smacked him on the back of the head.

“Not spoiling other peoples surprises, thats for sure.” Jeno said with a glare as Jaemin looked at him innocently, “I have to spend a few hours reviewing audition tapes and work with Soonyoung on who to call back for the first two schools we’re going to.”

“Y/N and I were planning on going to the studio for a bit to work on a routine and condition. Anyones welcome to join us if they’d like.” Renjun said and you nodded in agreement.

“I kind of just want to chill out till dinner.” Yukhei said, “Is it cool if we hang out here?”

“Whatever you guys want.” Jeno said, “The rooms upstairs are all vacant, assuming you plan to stay the weekend. Jaemin and Hana can have Y/N’s old room and theres three more for you guys to choose from.”

“Do you not mind?” Xiaojun asked and Jeno shrugged looking at you and you shrugged right back.

“Of course not. We kind of expected this.” you answered with a giggle, “Anyways, if you guys want to head to the studio with us, we’re gonna leave in ten.”

In the end, Xiaojun, YangYang, Yuta, Sicheng, Jaemin and Hana decided to go with you while the rest stayed back. At first you were wary about leaving Tzuyu alone at your apartment with your boyfriend. It’s not that you didn’t trust him or anything, but Yeeun had shared with you an interesting fact that made you skeptical about her innocent image.

As you walked by the bathroom to your old bedroom, you heard voices coming from inside and you realized that it was Tzuyu and Xiaojun and it sounded like they were arguing? From what you could pick up, Tzuyu was upset that both he and YangYang were going to the dance studio with you and Renjun and Xiaojun kept telling her that she could come too. Apparently Tzuyu didn’t want to be around you and you could clearly hear Xiaojun scoff, telling her that its her problem. You felt someone wrap an arm around you and you held in your gasp, looking up to see Jeno looking at you with curious eyes.

Holding a finger to your lips, you motioned towards the closed bathroom door where the voices were still coming. This time, Tzuyu sounded upset while Xiaojun sounded frustrated.

“You were the one who dumped me Tzuyu, not the other way around. We could’ve had what the two of them do but you decided to screw it all up when you dumped me for someone who has zero interest in you. They’re cool people and you can’t tell me who to and not to be friends with anymore.” Xiaojuns voice boomed through the door.

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thirsty4theextraordinary · 5 years ago

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Everything Burns - Chapter 7

Pairing: Ledger Joker X OC

Warnings: Blood, Violence, Death, Murder

Word count: 3909 (Long Chapter, Sorry Guys :S)

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 l Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

Chapter 7: The Meeting

The rest of the night was strange, to say the least. They sat in near silence in costume, Joker flicked through the channels without much reasoning. He didn’t speak to her but would laugh at TV every once in a while. She tried to talk to him a few times but he didn’t seem interested and would only give her limited answers. She questioned him about tomorrow's meeting but again he told her no more than he should go. He would look at her when he thought she wasn’t watching, it was like he was testing her or maybe he was testing himself.

She felt like she was waiting for something to happen but it never came. Eventually the Joker settled on a tear-jerker movie about a dying man, Joker cackled at the character's misery.

Around midnight she yawned and The Joker looked at her strangely as though he too was waiting for something, waiting for her to do something maybe. She wondered now if this had been her chance and she had wasted it, but it felt so strange just sitting here like this, and she was so used to him taking charge of every situation they had ever had. But then again this was the longest they had ever spent together so maybe she should feel flatter he was even her at all.

"I need to go to bed soon" she muttered, stifling another yawn and he simply nodded turning his head back to whatever was on the TV now.

"Do you want to go to sleep?" she asked trying to gauge if he wanted her to offer him her bed, or if he would sleep on the sofa.

"No," he said, simply not even looking at her.

She stood from the sofa and felt his arm brush against her side, she looked down to where he was fingering the material of her waistcoat again. She stood still for a moment unsure of how to respond. Finally, he looked up at her and ran his hand along her arm to her hand, he held it in front of his face for a second before he planted a kiss on the back of it like he had done before. It was intense, his eyes staring up at her as he placed the kiss to her hand, sending shock waves up her arm.

"Goodnight, Jester," he said softly looking up at her, but before she could reply or even respond, his head had turned back to the TV and his hand had left hers. She headed to bed and left her bedroom door open, she washed the clown make-up from her face and got herself ready for bed, she peered down the hallway towards the living room, he still sat his back to her as he watched the TV.

She crawled into bed and for a long time, she lay staring at the ceiling listening to the muffled sounds of the TV down the hall. Eventually, sleep consumed her and she drifted off into a fitful state worrying, what tomorrow would bring and if she had missed her chance.

It was around 3 am, he woke from his place on her sofa, the TV was still on and he looked around. For a second he forgot she had gone to bed hours ago, he stood stretching his back and wiping the drool from his chin. He made his way to the bathroom, as he was about to enter he peered into what he knew to be Scarlett's bedroom opposite the bathroom. He walked over and looked inside, she lay tangled in her sheets with one leg over the mound of the duvet and the other under it. Her hair was even more dishevelled than before, and her long legs were bare apart from the pair of pyjama shorts she was wearing. Something deep inside of him growled, but he saw no need to act on his urges just yet. She was his now, he had time. He returned to the bathroom. Tonight he had tested her, and she had passed. She hadn’t rushed him and showed nothing more than curiosity, but most of all he had not wanted to leave her.

When morning came Scarlett stretched out the painful kinks in her back and stood from her bed. She peered around half expecting him to be in the bed with her, the TV was still on and so she made her way towards the sound.

He was sat on the end of the corner sofa, watching the TV. His make-up looked fresh, and she was sure looking at his fingers that he had only just applied it. She wondered if he even had slept.

"Morning," she said sleepily and he looked up to her grinning wildly. He rushed towards her and she was too sleepy to react. Suddenly he was so close to her that she had to look up to see his face. He wore an expression reminiscent of an excited puppy. He pulled at her pyjama top and she took in a breath. For a moment the pair just stared at each other. He bent his head as though to kiss her, his lips inches from hers and she closed her eyes at the movement but then he was gone, turning away from her and throwing himself back down on the coach. She blinked for a second, feeling slightly like a fool. It had all happened so fast she couldn’t be sure that she hadn’t imagined it all.

"Coffee?" she asked her voice far weaker than before, turning on the machine but he simply shook his head. He didn’t sleep, didn’t drink or was he even human at all.

She set her cup under the coffee maker and began to put some cat food down for Puddin who was currently licking the paint off of The Joker’s hand.

"Joker," she said warily realising suddenly this was the first time she had ever addressed him.

He looked up at her from his seat again.

"Where are we going today?" she asked her nerves for the day ahead, beginning to settle in. She had no idea what to expect or what was being expected of her. Of course having grown up the daughter of a drug baron she was no stranger to fighting and killing people had never bothered her but still her mind was racing, The Joker was so much more than any other criminal she had ever met.

"We are going to a meeting the mob are having. I have a little proposition for them, we are meeting some of my boys there," he said simply and she nodded her head nervously. This wasn’t as much as she needed but it would have to suffice.

"Don't look so worried Jester, I'm gonna look after you. Plus you'll have your own gun" he said and she only nodded again.

"Have you ever used a gun?" he asked standing up from his seat and looking curiously at her.

"Yeah a few times, my dad taught me when I was little, that and how to kill," she said and The Joker grinned madly.

"Good old daddy oh" he chimed and she only laughed.

When 11 o'clock rolled around she decided to get her 'costume' on. She was nervous, how she was expected to act around The Joker's 'boys'. She decided confidence was the best way forward, that had always worked when she had been introduced to her father’s ‘associates’. She smiled at herself in the mirror as she applied the last touches to her makeup and pulled her hair up into a messy bun onto the top of her head. Allowing it to fall unevenly as she pulled on her hat. Somehow her new costume brought her a sense of confidence.

As she entered the living room, fully ready, the Joker looked her up and down, wolf whistling loudly. She was glad they were going in the middle of the day that way very few of her neighbours would see her dressed this way. She wasn’t ready for Jester to be found just yet, she was really falling in love with her new identity.

"Ready," he said standing and pulling on his purple jacket, she simply nodded. He led her out to a grey van with blacked out windows and she climbed into the passenger seat as he started the engine. His driving reminded her of a boy racer who had finally passed his test. It was erratic and fast, but it was strangely funny as she was nearly thrown out of her seat as he suddenly made a left turn. She laughed madly as they raced around the streets of Gotham.

The Joker's boys consisted of a group of two wanted felons and one previous Arkham patient. They picked them up at a meeting place under the overpass. Jerry the Arkham patient was a slim black man with corn rounds and he whispered to himself as he sat in the back, but he seemed in awe of The Joker and became deadly silent when 'the boss' spoke.

"Boys, this is Jester, she is the second in command now, after me, do what she says, or well you know the deal," shrugged The Joker as though he hadn’t just threatened them with death. The other two, Dean and Kyle who were large burly men, climbed into the back of the van and shut the door behind them. No one seemed to argue with the change in the hierarchy and nobody spoke much after that.

It didn't take long to arrive, The Joker pulled the van over, hitting the curb slightly and stopping so forcefully Scarlett nearly fell into the dashboard. They parked up outside what appeared to be a commercial kitchen; it seemed derelict and abandoned. But Jester knew the signs of a mob hideout, she had encountered them many times during her growing up.

"Right, I'm gonna go in, Jester you keep watch by that door and I'll go in via the back, as for the rest of you keep an eye. If Jester calls you come in guns blazing, if not have the engine running" said The Joker before he handed Jester an automatic gun and quickly jumped out of the van.

Dean moved to take the driver seat. Jester jumped out and looked at where the Joker had just disappeared. She hurried off towards the door he had told her to go to.

Inside she could see what appeared to be some kind of industrial kitchen, stainless steel counters and stark white walls. Although the kitchen obviously hadn’t been used for a while as the thick layer of dust lay across the surfaces and the pots were obviously unused for a long time.

Just a little way inside the room was a set of double doors, as quietly as she could, she pulled open the door. It opened up into a long corridor that has a wooden floor and a very different feel to the kitchen area. Opposite her was another set of double doors. Quietly she snatched up a heavy steel pipe she found on the floor, and wedged it to hold the first set of doors open. She stood waiting in the doorway, her heart beating out of her chest as she peered into the window of the next set of doors.

Inside the room opposite her was a long grey table along both sides sat an array of well known Gotham gangsters, including the only one she recognised Salvatore Maroni. He sat his boys standing behind him warily, none appeared to be armed. Though it was just past midday the room had no windows and so held a strange coldness to it, lit only with harsh fluorescent tube lighting.

At the end of the long table, a TV was being placed and it was quickly turned on. She spotted a glimpse of purple at the other end of the room hidden in the darkness, she knew he was waiting for the right moment.

"What the hell is this?!" said the mobster next to Maroni as he motioned to the TV with a loose hand.

But the TV was already on and an Asian man's face appeared on the screen looking at them all.

"As you are all aware one of our deposits was stolen a relatively small amount, 68 million" the Asian man on the TV began.

"Who's Stupid enough to steal from us," said a man with a strong Russian accent.

"Two-bit whack job, wears a cheap purple suit and make-up, He's not the problem, he's a nobody," said Maroni and Jester felt an anger like no other rise up within her and her hand clenched more tightly around the gun in her pocket.

There was a noise behind Jester and it brought her quickly out of her rage. She watched in horror as a man pushed open the door from the other end of the kitchen, quickly, she hid behind the door she had propped open as her heart began to beat harder. He had not seen her as she continued his patrol down the corridor. She pulled out the knife she had stashed earlier and tried to clear her mind as her dad had taught her so many years ago. He may have been a murdering scum bag and deserved to burn, but he had taught her well, better than most. But she hadn’t killed in a long time, in fact it was his own murder that was her last.

As the man passed by her hiding place, she moved quickly and slunk her arms around his neck and in one swift motion, she slit his throat. The gurgling noise was louder than she had remembered it was and she watched as the man fell to the floor.

As she watched his blood begin to pool around him, something inside her was rising from where she had buried it long ago. Her mask was crumbling rapidly and her madness was coming back into the light. She resisted the urge to giggle and headed back to the window in the door, ignoring the man behind her clutching hopelessly at his throat. She wasn't as bothered about taking yet another life as she thought she would be, in fact, she found it somewhat exhilarating as she rubbed her fingers together, savouring the glossy feeling of the blood as it seeped into the pores of her gloves.

She peered back into the window, making sure she wasn't going to be seen.

"Where then?" asked a huge black man sitting opposite the Russian, he looked outraged as he looked at the TV.

"No one can know but me if the police were to gain leverage over one of you everyone's money would be at stake," said the TV man, and the room erupted into angry roars.

The muttering soon stopped the Russian "what’s to stop them getting to you?" and with that there was silence.

"I go to Hong Kong, far from Dent's jurisdiction and the Chinese will not extradite one of their own," said the TV man.

"How soon can you move the money?" Maroni asked

"I already have, for obvious reasons I couldn't wait for your permission. Rest assured your money is safe". The Asian replied quickly.

And finally 'The Boss' made his move, his sarcastic dry laugh rang out through the room like a beacon and Jester couldn't help the grin that came to her face and her heart began to race in a whole new way. She rubbed her bloody hands together again.

He made his way into the room a little more so they all could see him. He glanced quickly at the doors and a smile pulled at his lips as he spotted his new favourite person.

"And I thought my jokes were bad," he joked, looking around at them all.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't have my boy here pull your head off," said the black gangster who looked more outraged than the others, that the Joker was here. His 'boy' stood quickly from his chair and headed towards the Joker, who seemed completely unfazed by the situation.

"How about a magic trick," said Joker, a childish grin spreading across his face, he opened his jacket and pulled out a pencil and slammed it into the table so it stood upright. "I'm gonna make this pencil disappear"

The gangsters 'boy' began his attack but the Joker moved in one fluid motion and soon the man lay dead on the floor with a pencil embedded in his skull.

"Dada! It's ah it's gone" said the Joker pulling up a seat looking around at them all as though expecting applause.

"Oh and by the way the suit, it wasn't cheap, you outta know you bought it," The Joker said, readjusting his collar slightly.

The black man's face contorted in a mixture of disgust and outrage and he stood to confront the clown, but before a word left his lips, the Russian spoke.

"Sit, I want to hear, proposition," he said motioning to the Joker and sitting back in his chair slightly more.

The Joker looked to the black gangster and waved his hand slightly at the Russian, and so reluctantly the gangster sat back down.

"Let's wind the clocks back a year. These cops and lawyers wouldn't dare cross any of you. I mean what happened, did your balls drop off, hmm" the Joker began staring around at them all, as though actually expecting an answer.

"You see a guy like me," he said motioning to himself slightly.

"Freak" the word rang out from the gangster's lips like a gunshot in the night and Jester once again had to control the rage that flared up, it was mad how emotionally attached she had become to that clown, but she couldn't deny it now, she was in deep.

"A guy like me" The Joker repeated and then he paused for a second clearly changing his mind.

"Look, listen. I know why you choose to have your little ahem ... Group therapy sessions in broad daylight. I know why you're afraid to go out at night. The Batman" he said the name slowly as though making sure that everyone understood.

"See Batman has shown Gotham your true colours, unfortunately. Dent, he's just the beginning. And as for the televisions so-called plan," he said waving his hand in the direction of the TV, where the Asian was still watching from.

"Batman has no jurisdiction; he'll find him and make him squeal! I know the squealers when I see them... and" he implied pointing to the Asian directly who had covered the screen for a second before he was gone, replaced by snow.

"What do you propose," said the Russian looking at The Joker.

"It's simply we... uh ... kill the Batman" said the Joker pushing some of his hair out of his face slightly, before the room erupted into laughter.

"If it's so simple, why haven't you done it already," asked Maroni, a smirk on his face.

"If you're good at something, never do it for free," said the Joker simply.

"How much do you want?" asked The Russian his accent stronger than ever.

"Ugh...Half" said the Joker moving closer to the table.

"You're crazy," said the black gangster and the Joker's eyes went dark and his mood completely changed to something much more dangerous.

"No, I'm Not... No, I'm Not" he snarled looking at the black gangster and licking his back teeth slightly.

"If we don't deal with this now... soon ... little uh Gambol here won't be able to get a nickel for his grandma" Joker said looking at the black gangster and motioning his hand somewhat.

"ENOUGH from the Clown!" shouted Gambol standing again, but The Joker was on his feet just as quick.

"ah-ta-ta-ta-ta" The Joker sang slightly as he pulled open his jacket, his thumb attached to a cord that held on it the pins of around half a dozen grenades. He tugged at the sting lightly and Jester took a breath to calm herself. When had he put the bomb vest on? Was he wearing it back at her apartment or has he put it on since? She certainly hadn’t noticed it before.

"Let's not blow... this out of proportion," warned Joker looking at Gambol.

"You think you can steal from us and just walk away?" asked Gambol.

"Yeah," said the Joker simply backing up, towards the door Jester was watching through.

"I'm putting the word out five hundred grand for this clown dead. A million alive, so I can teach him some manners first." threatened Gambol angrily but the Joker did not look scared but rather a little confused.

"All right. So listen, why don't you give me a call when you wanna take things a little more seriously..." said the Joker reaching into his pocket with his free hand.

"Here's my card," he said, placing a Joker card on the table still tugging lightly at the sting on his thumb. He seemed to be humming to himself as he backed out the room, kicking the door open with his foot. Jester jumped out the way as she watched him approach. He looked at her and laughed wildly.

"Did you do that?" he asked pointing to the man on the floor and he pulled her by the arm passed the dead body. Jester nodded slightly and The Joker laughed again as he and Jester tumbled into the back of the van and took off again.

"You brilliant girl," he exclaimed grinning again, Jester took a breath. This was the best high she would ever have, she was not only allowed to show her true self but the exhilaration of it all was intoxicating. Jester was unsure if she would ever be able to go without again, the death she had just caused completely slipping her mind as soon as he smiled at her. The escape was seamless, it seems Dean was an experienced getaway driver, easily losing Gambol’s men in no time.

"So Jester wanna be a permanent member of our team," he asked after they had dropped off the boys. Jester felt like she was dreaming.

"I'd love to," she said grinning and he mirrored her.

"What about my job?" she asked and he seemed to be thinking for a second.

"Keep it, for now, just get some time off," he told her after a while and Jester only nodded before she pulled her phone out of her back pocket and began to dial, her eyes beginning to well up as her act took over. She has been acting for her whole adult life this would be a piece of cake.

"Hi it's Scarlett, I need some personal time off as my aunt has just died, so I need to go back to England for a little while," Jester said her eyes welling up.

She agreed a few times, blubbling slightly, before she hung up and a smile filled her face as she looked at him.

"I have a month off," she said and The Joker cackled with happiness.

After that phone call, Scarlett's life would never be the same again, though she didn't know it at the time. Her true hidden madness would begin to dig deeper into her soul and Jester would become so much more than just an alter ego.

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themoonstarwarrior · 4 years ago

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PLAYLIST SHUFFLE TAG!

Okay, so @viterbofangirl tagged me in this and I need to start learning to post my own shit, so what the hell, why not?

Rules: you can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to! put your favorite playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 15 songs, then tag 10 people. no skipping!

(I couldn’t stop at 10 so I added 5 more, sue me)

I have very random music taste and I listen to my music on shuffle alot, so I made a playlist of the ones I like the most (that way I don’t hafta skip 150 songs to get to the one I feel like) so I’m gonna use that one.

1) History of Violence - Theory of a Deadman

Hoo boy starting off light huh?.... Yeah so, I was in the drive thru at Sonic when I first heard this on the radio and was immediately like “holy shit”. Instead of like metaphors and poetic subtlety, it’s just straight up like “here’s a poor abused woman who resorted to murdering her shitty boyfriend/husband cuz she couldn’t take it dum dum dum”. Even though the actual situation is not the same, this song is perfect for getting across the internal issues and turmoil of my character Mikey. Its so perfect I’m even planning to animate something for it...... if I ever get around to learning animation that is.....

2) The Vengeful One - Disturbed

Two songs in and I look kinda emo.... But hey this song is soooooo cathartic! I love me a good heavy rock song, and the drums and electric guitar are perfect for my ears to absorb. This song gives off a feeling of overwhelming power mixed with a coldness and disdain for the bad in the world. Obviously, thats not my usual temperment, but its an interesting one to explore! Especially when I’m trying to get into the head of characters that exude that like my OCs Spark or Ryu. Plus its fun to sing in the car X)

3) Enter Sandman - Metallica

Okay this one is just a classic! Same thing with the drums and guitar they both slap SOOOOO GOOD. I don’t really associate this song with any of my characters or fandom favorites, but it DOES give me a super strong urge to learn the drums. EXXXXXXXXIT LIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT! OFF TO NEVER NEVERLAND!!

4) We Are Giants - Lindsey Stirling ft. Dia Frampton

I don’t really to listen to music by band or artist, but I LOVE Lindsey Stirling!!! She’s probably my favorite musician! This is such a good song, especially for someone like me. Its a positive song that talks about feeling alone in a crowd and unimportant to the world, but how you really do matter and shouldn’t be afraid to dream big and shoot for the stars. It really speaks to me and the vocalization is so good (especially for singing), not to mention the official music video is animated and AMAZING!

5) Cetus - Lensko NCS

I dunno if anyone knows this song, but damn its good. Its one of those Royalty-Free songs that people look up for their channels, which is how I found it in the first place, but I loved it immediately. Its a peppy 8-bit electronic bop that turns a little Irish jig at the end and honestly I think if I ever start an animation channel I’m totally gonna use it! (Also go support Lensko he make good beats!)

6) Sanctuary - Utada Hikaru

I did not grow up with Kingdom Hearts, and only played KH2 within the past year n’ a half. But good God, the moment that Cinematic Opening came on and this song started playing I swear I astral projected into a daze of feelings without names. I know that “Simple and Clean” is the quintessential Kingdom Heart song that gives everyone feelings, but IMHO Sanctuary blows it out of the water. As beautiful as the animation was, or how curious the occasional backwards lyrics are, or how weird it is having high-res Goofy and Donald in what is essentially an anime opening, I really can’t be distracted from this song when I play.

7) Chemical Plant Zone (Rock Remix) - Zerobadniks

Chemical Plant Song is like, one of the TOP Sonic songs by popular vote (and we know how awesome the Sonic series is musically so thats saying something!), but I could never quite vibe with the normal 8-bit version. I think I first heard this as someone’s ringtone and was immediately like “THATS PERFECT THATS EXACTLY HOW I NEED IT!”. The rock makes the song soooo much better and honestly gives the song the perfect vibe. Unfortunately, it took FOREVER to find cuz none of the Rock Covers of this song were the right one. In fact, tbh, I’m not even sure whether Zerobadniks is the correct artist..... that’s just who everybody was crediting when I found it.

(imma include the link i found since its a little hard to find: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fqJiZEM6aPI )

8) The Wolf - SIAMES

YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT ANIMATED MUSIC VIDEOS???? THIS IS A GOD-TIER ANIMATED MUSIC VIDEO. I found the video first, and seriously, if you haven’t seen it YOU NEED TO!!! The beat works perfectly with the images on screen and the story being portrayed is really intriguing, with the lyrics adding to atmosphere without necessarily describing the visuals shown. Even without the animation, the song itself is a banger. It bring to mind the feeling of intense motion forward, but unable to decide whether its movement TOWARD something or AWAY from something. I love listening to this on a nighttime drive.

9) Burn the House Down - AJR

If you ask me, the best way to make a pop song better is to add either violins or trumpets. For this song, it was definitely the trumpets that first caught my attention, and the rest of the song kept me listening. I don’t really know how to describe the vibe of this song, and I don’t have a specific character or story in mind when I listen to it, so its a little hard for me to talk about it. I think the best way I can describe this song and what draws me to it is a feeling of nonchalant go-with-the-flow attitude to shenaniganry. Almost an undertone of “We’re hooligans in a situation that we probably should get out of, but hey we’ve got life and each other so why worry?” At least that’s the closest I can get to a verbal description heh...

10) Slim Pickens Does the Right Thing and Rides the Bomb to Hell - The Offspring

DANCE, FUCKER, DANCE, LET THE MOTHERFUCKER BURN!!!

So this also has a KICKASS animated music video, but its technically combined with the song “Dividing by Zero”. Now the video works SO well with both, and the shifting artstyles reflect the differing tones of the songs PERFECTLY. However, I have a preference for both the animation and the song on the Slim Pickens half. Its fun to listen to and sing at the top of your lungs and its SO CATHARTIC. Again I cant really describe what my head does when I hear it, but I think you can probably feel a similar vibe if you watch the music video.

11) No Heaven - DJ Champion

The first time I finished the original Borderlands, I had been playing for days on end, had just finished a long battle with the Destroyer, and sitting back relieved to have beaten it and reflecting on how much I had enjoyed the adventure. Then this song started playing. For what I believe was forty minutes this song looped on my TV while the credits rolled. By the time the credits finished I was pulling up the song to listen to again! What an absolutely PERFECT cherry to add to this experience. This song perfectly encapsulated the chaotic, trigger-happy, morally ambiguous craziness that I had enjoyed and absorbed in this game. Every time I hear it now, I imagine myself in the wastelands of Pandora, driving haphazardly across the sandy dunes as my companions and I shoot and blow up everything in sight. You know, living the dream.......

12) Hit & Run (Wolfgang Lohr Remix) - The Electric Swing Circus

I fucking LOVE electro-swing! The electronic beats and rhythm blend so well with the wild and energetic freedom of swing. A lot of electro-swing gives me a vibe of wild movement, reckless abandon, and freedom from constraint. I think this song melds all of these feelings the best! As the last song might have indicated, despite my general nice and sweet temperament, there is a part of me deep down that is an absolute gremlin secretly enamored with chaos, insanity, and a general disdain for law and authority X). But whereas anything Borderlands related has a more “morality is an illusion blowing shit up is real” air about it, this song is far more peppy. More of a “good-hearted but insane” type of chaos, like an 100mph car chase where you end up sailing over the train tracks JUST as the train passes.

.... I may have gotten a bit off track lol

13) Kickstart my Heart - Motley Crue

I love this song, but I have to be VERY careful when and where I listen to this. I love songs that make me feel like I’m going a million miles per hour, like I’m gotdam Sonic the Hedgehog. Unfortunately, I may or may not have had multiple instances of listening to this song in the car and abruptly realizing that I’m going like 15mph above the speed limit...... So yeah, regardless of absolutely perfect it feels to play this song while speeding down a nearly empty highway, please be careful and drive responsibly!!!

14) I’m Born to Run - American Authors

Imma just up and say it. This song is a Sonic song; like not like actually from the series but a song for the character. This song encapsulates Sonic as a character better than some of his ACTUAL THEMES (and remember Sonic music are bangers!). Its a song about freedom, living life as it comes, and not letting anything slow you down. Frankly I’m surprised they didn’t make this song FOR the Sonic series, or even the movie! Speaking of which, ironically I heard this song right after watching the Sonic movie in theaters, so yeah there’s no way I can associate it with anything else.

15) Opa Opa - Antique

Oh, what a PERFECT way to end this list! This may be one of my absolute favorite songs of all time! I don’t remember exactly how I found this song... I think I had just relistened to Dalar Mehndi’s “Tunak Tunak Tun” and was looking for other catchy non-english songs and BOY HOWDY I found one! I know nothing about the band or what the song’s about (its in greek and i dont speak it), but this song is just a masterpiece of retro, pop, and dance sounds. This song feels like the musical and lyrical manifestation of dance and movement. I really REALLY wish I could dance JUST so I can express how happy and free this song makes me feel! This is the BEST song for me to end this list with!

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JESUS, this got long..... Sorry about that XD. It was fun though, and hopefully somebody was vaguely interested in my ramblings.

Guess I need to tag people now? How about @tharkflark1, @rockmilkshake, @neonbuck, @drawingsdrawingseverywhere, @birthgiverofbirds, @puccafangirl, @kalcat, @biblestudybussybopsbabey, @monstrous-milktea, and @memecage! I think there are a couple of people here I haven’t talked to though soooooo..... hi, I hope you don’t mind the tag X)

Anyway hope you enjoyed and/or want to do this too! This took for-fucking-EVER to type, so imma go fuck off and watch youtube or something now...

#music and remixes #viterbo i was gonna add you to the bottom list and then i was like SHIT SHE TAGGED ME XD so oh well #i may or may not have cheated just a bit but shut up these are the songs i had something to say about #moonstar wont shut up

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Track 9. Woman

Harry Styles x OC x Fionn Whitehead

Harry has a fit of jealousy during the Dunkirk premiere so Olivia teaches him how to share. [5.6k]

Genre: smut

Warnings: sexual language

July 2018

Harry’s getting ready for the Dunkirk premiere in his London flat, where Lou Teasdale and Harry Lambert made their HQ. When he’s finally done, he waits for Olivia. He had Harry design a custom gown specially for her, he hasn’t seen it yet so expectations are high.

First come the footsteps, heels clicking against the wooden floor. His eyes shoot up to the hallway and there she is. A deep red velvet gown contrasts with the clear pattern of the walls, bodice hugging her chest tightly as the skirt leaves a gap through which her leg shows. Her dark skin glistens on the ceiling lights, only her jewels shine brighter: a Cartier choker and bracelet, nothing more. Harry can’t stop that silly grin from showing, it’s inevitable.

“I know, I look so good!” she teases and they all laugh at her unbridled pride. “Really, I look like a skanky witch!”

“That’s what I was channeling for the dress” Lambert comments through his giggles.

“You can’t even tell I gave birth like... few months ago”

Harry can tell she’s still a bit insecure about her body but if not she looks even more gorgeous. The baby didn’t take as much of a toll on her as she thought it would. She did gain weight but she was way too skinny to begin with so if anything she looks an average size. Right now, little Rio is spending some quality time with her nana and Harry has to hold himself as to not keeping calling to check on her. Last time he checked, she was sleeping soundly and eating everything her crazy aunt Gemma was preparing.

“You look amazing” Harry hugs her waist and pecks her cheek, holding her possessively. Right on time, Jeff walks through the front door.

“The car is waiting outside, is everybody ready?”

“Yes, coming in a minute, go ahead” Olivia hurries to pick her bag and give Lou a warm and thankful hug.

After all the goodbyes are over, Harry rests a hand on her exposed back and leads her out, making sure she’s always at arm’s length. When they’re in the elevator, she adjusts her braids in front of the mirror and, on the corner of her eye, notices he’s staring. Instead of messing with him she just winks at his reflection.

He loves it, the whole outfit, but the dress makes him a bit uncomfortable. He can see it already, all those pretty young actors running their hands on her bare arms and hugging her bare back, their indiscreet glances towards her cleavage. Harry clenches his fist involuntarily. Calmness resurfaces naturally, but then he remembers Fionn.

Fionn Whitehead made very clear during the shootings of “Dunkirk” that he had eyes for Olivia. By that time they were not married yet but they were in a good moment, so she came over during her weekends off just to visit him and get to know a bit of France. It was a bit of a strike to his ego to know Fionn had the hots for her, not only because of the threat he supposedly was but because Harry also had the hots for him – and no shame of it. Now they’re about to meet again, and Oli looks impossible not to look.

“Earth to Harry” she waves at him when they arrive at the parking lot, “you okay?”

“Sure, love” he holds her hand and brings the back of it to his lips.

“How’s Rio? Everything alright?”

“Right as rain, mum’s loving it” he chuckles.

“I miss my baby” she pouts playfully and he mimics her, like two children mocking each other.

“We’ll pick her up first thing in the morning, until then we got a Christopher Nolan premiere, can you believe?”

“Still trying to process that... look, if I try to grab Cillian Murphy, please stop me”

“I promise I won’t” he mocks and she chuckles fondly. He does know her so well.

Harry rushes to greet the chauffeur with a handshake and open the door to Olivia, helping her inside. He then walks to the other side of the car, adjusting his fist cuffs before sitting beside her. She holds the excess of fabric so he can snuggle in and wrap an arm around her shoulders. The way she crosses her legs makes her knees and calf slip through a gap in the skirt, she doesn’t mind it but he does. It’s impossible not to stare in awe at how sexy she looks in this dress. When the soft material slips, it creeps to reveal her thigh, soft against the velvet like a jewel inside its box. It’s getting harder to focus elsewhere, so he gently rests his hand on her exposed knee making her turn.

“You look amazing in that dress” he whispers on her ear, biting just a bit of it. She chuckles darkly and gets more comfortable against his side, feeling the heat in the car rise instantly as he nuzzles the side of her neck. “Can’t wait to get it off-“

“You two, behave!” Jeff takes the front seat of the car and they part slightly, finally taking the streets.

Olivia clears her throat. “So, what’s the movie about again?”

“It’s about the evacuation of Dunkirk beach, when these small civilian ships went to rescue the English soldiers” he briefly explains.

“Why did they have to be rescued?”

“Because the Germans invaded France and surrounded them”

“Ok, but why the civilians? Where was the navy?” she shakes her head confusedly and he giggles.

“I thought you were good in history”

She takes a bit of distance and smugly claims: “I am, I know my history, thank you very much”

“Alright, fair enough” he quits arguing, knowing better than to step on her national pride.

“Who do you play in the movie?”

“He can’t disclaim that” Jeff interrupts and they turn their eyes to him.

“I think I can disclaim that to my wife” Harry shrugs in disbelief.

“No, that’d break the contract, you can’t disclaim that” he sticks a finger in front of his nose. “Don’t make me get you out of trouble”

“Alright, grandpa” he mocks and turns back to Oli who grins amusedly.

They arrive at the red carpet and leave the fancy car, Harry once more walking around adjusting his suit before opening the door for her and helping her out. The cameras follow them from their first step, capturing how he keeps a hand on her back at every move, making sure he’s the only one to touch her.

“If you get tired of the pictures, let me know” he says in her ear before laying a small kiss on her cheekbone.

“It’s ok, Haz” she smiles and follows him to the first step of the red carpet: the fans. His fans are not exactly fond of her, but she understands that nobody will ever be worthy of their idol so she doesn’t take it personally. But she also knows some of his fanbase follows her musical career as well and appreciate it, so is no surprise when they ask for pictures with her.

They go forward on the red carpet path paying attention to who calls their names, she reaches the end sooner than he, as she has less demands, and greets some of Harry’s co-stars.

“Hey Oli, remember me?” a young man with dark hair and fancy suit asks.

“Fionn, right?” she makes a fake guessing antic. She knows precisely who he is, as she hardly forgets someone so pretty and so devastatingly charming. They met when she visited the set in France, watching him from a distance and low-key hitting on him. She assumed Harry didn’t mind, after all he also had a huge crush on his co-star.

“Yes” he smiles and hugs her, pulling away a bit to chat but she holds his hand in a friendly manner.

“Sorry, you guys all look so alike, I’m still trying to figure it out” they laugh. From a distance, Harry divides his attention between the fans and their cameras, and Fionn placing a hand on Olivia’s bare back, leading her away to meet the cast.

When she meets Cillian Murphy, it’s hard to tell who’s more excited: Oli for meeting her idol or Cillian for meeting such a gorgeous woman. Harry thought he would enjoy the scene but it couldn’t be more of the contrary. When they part, he smiles and lays an earnest kiss on the back of her hand. Something inside him immediately ticks and he doesn’t like it. He rushes through the last pictures and autographs, keeping track of her hugging and laughing with the guys. He tries not to get cranky and maintain a soft smile, but it’s getting under his skin. When Fionn leans to whisper something in her ear, hands stroking her waist over the velvet and pulling her close, it’s the last drop.

Harry excuses himself and skips a whole section of fans to make his way to Olivia, putting on a mask of civility but internally burning Fionn with his eyes. He first takes Oli’s hand and kisses her forehead, then stares down at his co-stars, catching one of them staring down her cleavage.

“How you doing chap?” Harry offers a hand for him to shake and dragging his eyes away from her.

“Harry” he nods, shaking his hand.

“Think you all know my wife, I need to steal her for a moment” he tugs on her hand and urges her to follow.

“Nice to meet you, guys!” They get in the queue for the photographs and before they even stand in front of the cameras, he wraps an arm around her possessively. “Why are you jealous?” she whispers between them.

“I’m not jealous...?” he clumsily denies.

“You just used the W word like a dominant alpha male” she smiles vaguely amused while he chuckles embarrassedly. “I know you like the back of my hand, Edwards”

“So do I, Maria” she makes a mock betrayed face but laughs all along. “Let’s never use middle names again, please”

“Let'sr... but really, Haz, what’s under your skin? You’re acting weird”

He sighs, knowing better than to keep it inside. “I don’t like the way he’s touching you”

She turns her head to the cast gathering. “Who? Fionn? I thought you liked Fionn” she whispers between them, “like... really liked Fionn... what’s the word for that? When you got the hots for someone?”

“Fancy?”

“Yeah”

“Alright, I might fancy Fionn, but I fancy you even more and I don’t like it when he gets familiar” he explains candidly, making sure they’re the only ones listening to the conversation.

“What if I like it?”

He chuckles, not expecting that answer – although he should. “Then let me know” he smirks.

“Harry, you’re up” Jeff indicates, guiding both of them to the designated spot.

He poses in a relaxed manner, holding her close against his side like a proud peacock showing off his mate. In his mind, there’s hardly any woman as stunning as her in the red carpet, so when the cameras flash in their direction, he knows she’s glowing. He can’t help but look at her in awe and happily let the cameras capture every ounce of love pouring down his eyes as she smiles confidently to the photographers.

“Everything ok?” he asks discreetly.

“My irises are burning” she sings the last word and he chuckles, pulling her away from the blinking lights and to the movie theater’s doors where the last pictures are supposed to be taken. “Harry, where are you!? Gah, I can’t see anything!” she plays, blinking mockingly.

He laughs and pulls her against his back, her makeup staining his dark suit but they don’t mind. “Hold on, love” she envelops him by the waist, not so shy when it comes to public displays of affection. Holding on to his back, she tries to mimic his steps like a child until they have to pose again. “Last one, I promise”

They take few last pictures with her snuggling his side and him holding her embrace, both smiling wide and proud for the world to see. When they’re done, Fionn shows up again, straightening his front buttons like a classy gentleman.

“You doing any interviews now?” he asks Harry.

“Yeah, just a couple ones” he replies.

“‘Right, I’ll walk in and take a seat. I can take Oli if you want” for a moment, Harry’s brain almost fires a violent chain reaction, but she leans a hand discreetly on his chest to calm him down.

“I can take myself, thank you very much, but I’ll take the company” she nods charismatically then turns to give jealous-boy some attention. “I’ll wait inside, be nice!”

“I’m always nice” he steals a kiss from her lips and grins smugly, watching her take Fionn’s arm and walk inside the movie theater.

The movie is a tragically beautiful tale of patriotism and hope, and despite belonging to a completely different culture, Olivia gives credit to the pride and heroism of the British people. She stands up to clap at the end, turning to praise all the actors and specially Harry, whose narcissistic side doesn’t mind being pandered to. After the screening, the crew serves a flute of champagne for the guests as Chris Nolan makes a grand toast, extending the reception for a couple more hours of refined chattering.

“Fionn!” Harry laces the man’s shoulders, pressing him in a strangely intimate way. “You were bloody brilliant”

“You’re drunk” he laughs, feeling his alcoholic breath fan across his face.

“I’m not, I’m just a bit cheery. Listen, they’re almost wrapping up, do you wanna come over to my place?”

“Sure, I mean... is Oli okay with it?” he stutters a bit. Fionn is very fond of the couple, and they’ve been really friendly so far, he would dedicate a couple more hours of his life to spend some time with them.

“Of course”

“Alright then, but I can’t stay long, I’ve got a flight in the morning”

“We’ll just get some wine, it won’t take long. I’ll just say goodbye to everyone”

The three of them are thrown over the back seat of a limousine, a bit more giggly than usual but still able to hold a conversation. They struggle to get to the door and unlock it but eventually they make it and get comfortable on the living room. Olivia lays over the black fabric of the sofa, laughing at some witty commentary Fionn just made while Harry pulls her shoes off. He knows she’s really weak when it comes to alcohol, it’s better to just leave her light and jolly on the living room than to make her break things in the kitchen.

“Thanks sweetheart” she smiles endearingly to Harry as he turns to reach the kitchen and serve them some appetizers.

“Is he some kind of slave?” Fionn mocks, undressing his suit’s jacket.

“Sure, he’s my white slave. It’s historical justice” she fires back, sitting up straight to look at him. “You can sit down”

“I should help Harry in the kitchen”

“Nonsense, you’re our guest” she holds him and pulls him by the hand to sit beside her, while she supports her arm on the backboard and turns her body towards him.

“I don’t know, I think he’s mad at me or something. Don’t you think he’s acting weird?”

“I’ll tell you a secret” she leans very close to his ear. “He’s jealous”

“Why would he be jealous?” he asks with a curious grin.

Her dozy eyes look at him amusedly as she bites her bottom lip, like a child boasting about something. “He doesn’t like other men touching me”

“That’s silly”

“I know, but he can’t help it. He just needs to learn how to share...” his words die on his throat as his drunken brain works through the meaning of her words. Now he’s excited to know how this night is going to end.

Finally Harry walks in with a plate of snacks and three glasses. Fionn attempts to put some distance between him and Oli, but she holds him back with a playful look. “Here we go, I’ll get some wine. Do you like rosé, Fionn?”

“Uh- sure”

“Great, it’s all we’ve got” Harry reaches the nearby wine rack, turning back to the two of them in the sofa. “Oli doesn’t like red wine, so it’s either that or white”

“I don’t mind, mate” he helps himself with a handful of nuts while Harry pours the rosé in their glasses.

“Shall we make a toast?” Olivia gets up and takes her glass, raising it to both the men. “Here’s to your brilliant performances and to the beautiful mastermind of Christopher Nolan”

“I wanna raise a toast” Fionn interrupts, “to the two of you, one of the loveliest couples I’ve ever met. Cheers guys”

“Cheers mate” they clink their glasses and down the contents in few sips, falling back on the couch right after. The way they seat has Oli in the middle, her back thrown over Harry’s chest and Fionn right beside her.

“Did you like the premiere?” he asks.

“I did, it was really fancy... I would’ve enjoyed more if Harry wasn’t so moody”

“I’m not moody” he defends himself, making a nonsensical antic to Fionn.

“I can’t greet a couple of handsome young men that you immediately put on a pout”

“One of these young men was staring at your tits”

“Who was it?” the gossipy bitch inside Fionn begs to know.

“Jack, that creepy pervert”

“Don’t be so harsh on him, he just went through puberty” Harry laughs, “he’s still nervous around pretty girls”

“Why thank you Fionn” she regards his implicit compliment.

“My pleasure, Oli” he shoots her a charming grin and hold her eyes for ransom, making the air heavy with tension.

“Get a room, you two” they laugh at Harry’s taunting until Olivia decides to spice up the game.

“Why a room” she crawls to straddle Fionn’s lap, keeping a respectful distance in a disrespectful position. “You know I like it better in the sofa”

“Is that so?” Fionn raises a brow, deciding to tag along. Instead of breaking the act in on itself, Harry decides to push it as far as it goes and flex the stiff attitude that bugged him all afternoon.

“Go on then, don’t mind me” he pours some rosé in his glass before returning to a comfortable position in his seat.

Olivia smirks at him before looking down at Fionn, brushing her lips against his teasingly, making him reach up for her, only then does she concede for theirs lips to touch. It starts like an innocent kiss, but then she slowly runs her hips up and down Fionn’s, testing his restrained control. Harry bites the inside of his cheek, determined not to be consumed by jealousy but entertained by his cheeky wife’s little game, even as Fionn runs his hands over her velvet covered ass. She pull his hair down, exposing his neck to her tender sensual kisses and Fionn basks in her affection, all worries about taking it too far are gone from his mind as long as she takes the first steps. She runs her lips over his jaw, smudging it with lipstick until she finds his mouth again and kisses it through a grin, she’s loving it. But it can get better.

Still straddling Fionn, she turns to Harry with a tempting smirk. “You’re just gonna watch?”

“If you insist” he gets up, leaving his suit jacket on the sofa’s armrest. He stands behind Olivia, gathering her braids and resting them over a shoulder, exposing the other one for him. He lets her dress strip slide down her arm, grasping her waist as his lips lay waste to her shoulder and neck, leaving little love bites on her dark skin. Fionn makes himself useful leaning over her and running his lips over the whole extent of her cleavage, savoring the salty taste of her skin comparing to the bittersweetness of her wine flavored lips.

At some point, Fionn nuzzles in Harry’s cheek and he presses a kiss to it, giving Harry the queue he was waiting for. He licks Fionn’s lips unapologetically before they share a steamy kiss against the shell of Oli’s ear. She smiles to herself, proud of accomplishing a little treat for herself and also for her husband, whom she knows takes great pleasure in the company of both men and women. They never thought their marriage should be restrictive, little games like this just prove the point.

“This is what happens when you share, Styles” she laughs to herself and the men stop the kiss to join her.

“As usual you were right, love” he pecks her cheek, “now why don’t we take this to the bedroom?”

“Yeah, that’s better” Fionn agrees and supports Oli while she straddles out of him, walking towards the hallway in a nearby corner of the flat. Harry and Fionn look at each other with lust before following her and shutting the door.

“Before we start, a few rules” Harry walks to his bedside table while Fionn crawls over Oli on the bed. Before he can kiss her sweet lips again, a small pack hits his head. “If you’re gonna fuck my wife, wear a rubber”

“Such a drama queen” she chuckles at her theatrical life-long partner.

“Also- look at me” he cups Fionn’s jaw and pull his attention, “If anyone wants to stop, we all stop”

“Fine by me” he reaches and bites Harry’s lip teasingly. They both start to undress their formal buttons shirt, standing shirtless over a gasping Olivia who is still dressed in a fancy gown. Fionn leans over Oli and rolls her over to straddle him now without any concern for a respectful distance, so she unapologetically rubs her panties against his growing bulge, he shuts his eyes and sighs, imagining how her cunt would feel around him. Harry drops his pants to the floor, crawling on his boxers until he reaches the close of her dress, sliding down the zipper so the fabric pools on her waist revealing her round breasts. He cups them from behind and they fit perfectly in his hand, specially when he traps her nipples between his fingers making them hard as rock.

Oli stands over the bed, letting the velvet slip to her feet before discarding it on the ground. On her absence, Harry reaches for Fionn, climbing him and ravishing his body from his chest up to his lips with tantalizing kisses and love bites. In return he cups his ass cheeks, reaching under the waistband to creep between them and sliding a slim finger in there, something Harry didn’t get in a long time. With his moaning consent, Fionn sticks said finger in his entrance, playing in and out as he cries in pleasure only with a small teasing, sparking his curiosity to explore his body as well as Olivia’s. For a moment she doesn’t participate, just sits on a bed corner pleasing herself at the sight of her gorgeous husband being finger fucked by a really handsome and charming man.

“Look at that” Fionn nods in her direction and Harry turns to look, finding his wife reaching inside her panties to touch herself away from them. “Fuck Harry, you’re wife is so hot” he whispers, turned on by her quiet moans.

“I know” he holds Fionn’s hand away for a moment just so he can pull Olivia closer, snatching her hand out of her pants and laying her on the duvet, joining her in a sandwich between her and Fionn, allowing him to tease his ass while he pays attention to his wife. Harry slides a finger inside her mouth and she sucks on it sensually, running the texture of her tongue against his salty skin before it leaves her lips with a pop. She makes herself more comfortable in his arms while he takes his slick fingers where her hand previously was to stroke her folds and flick the swollen nub between them. The sensation of her on his finger tips isn’t enough, he needs to taste her, but at the same time Fionn replaces his finger with the head of his cock, pressing its entrance on the difficult spot until the muscle relaxes and he buries his length inside Harry. “Mhmm fuck...”

The wave of pleasure that hits him distracts him from the finger work he was doing on her. “Hey, don’t stop” she whispers cupping his cheek. Still a bit dazed, he sticks two fingers inside her and do the best he can to please her, alternating between languid teasing strokes and fast hard stocks. Fionn thrusts mercilessly into Harry, holding up a thigh to get a better angle while he comes undone in his arms, but at one point he has to take a break, leaning across Harry to kiss Olivia. She smiles through the kiss, giving him those big brown lustful eyes before they shut in a spasm of pleasure. If he wasn’t so tucked inside Harry, he’d fuck her right now.

“Fuck, you’re so good” he whispers on the shell of his ear before thrusting hard and deep, wrenching a groan from him before returning to a faster pace. The quicker Fionn gets, the more Harry works his fingers in Olivia, to the point her walls clutch him throbbing in pleasure and she cries out one last time finally reaching the first orgasm of the night. Harry comes right after, pressing his head on her chest and moaning one long note of ecstasy while Fionn kisses his back and Olivia his lips. Fionn doesn’t want to cum inside Harry, so he pulls himself out and do so in his hand, looking down on the other two immersed in their embrace. He already pleased Harry enough, now he wants Olivia. Fionn crawls back in bed beside her, cupping her other cheek so she can face him. “May I?”

“Absolutely” she leans to kiss him while Harry stands to his elbows.

“Oi... you didn’t ask before you fucked me” he complains with a hint of mockery and Fionn clumsily breaks the kiss to answer.

“Sorry mate, I’ll ask next time” he smirks, pulling her panties down while staring at Harry. He reaches down to kiss her hip, throwing the piece of lace on the ground before placing himself between her thighs. Fionn can feel her cunt still throbbing from her previous orgasm, it won’t take much for her to cum again. He tries to look at her before he kisses her folds, but Harry covers his view as they make out right in front of him, so he carries on giving her one long teasing lick savoring her sweetness, then flicking his tongue against her pulsing clit. She hums against Harry’s mouth, kissing him harder when Fionn traps the nub on his lips and suck on it, letting go with a plop. The soft pad of his tongue against her sensitive bundle of nerves is driving Oli insane, that and having Fionn trapped between her thighs. She’s about to cum for the second time when he keeps flicking on her, she’s so close, she can feel his warm mouth humming in pleasure as he tastes her, her hips twitch and her muscles tense, wanting to press him harder then physically possible. Harry notices her spurring and looks down at Fionn ravishing his wife. A spike of jealousy hits him as she comes undone beneath him, he wants to make her cry in pleasure like this, coming so hard she’s a bumbling mess after.

“You like that?” he asks while Fionn wipes her cum from his chin.

“Fuck yes” she gasps as he lays closer, making her sandwich between the two. Harry pulls him for a quick kiss, tasting his wife from another man’s lips is strangely sensual to him. But Fionn doesn’t indulge Harry for long, he has other things in mind regarding Olivia.

Fionn runs his touch up her chest until he cups her jaw and kisses her lips teasingly, licking her bottom lip before sliding his tongue on her mouth. He rolls over parting her legs to better accommodate himself not breaking the kiss, then runs a finger between her crease feeling how wet she still is from his mouth. She feels so warm under his touch, so eager, he’s aching hard to fuck her ever since she walked in the red carpet in that sinful velvet dress, now that she’s under him legs wide spread, he’s already on edge. Harry helps Oli to lay her head on his shoulder as he watches the whole thing go down. Fionn reaches the silver pack and slides the rubber carefully before finally burying himself deep inside her throbbing cunt until his base hits her clit, and he has to keep the instinct of immediately bobbing his hips, just a bit of friction will end him. So instead he swirls his hips, taking just a bit of his length out before sliding back in languidly.

“Oh fuck... Fionn...” she whimpers at his tortuous delicious pace.

“You want more?” he thrusts harder causing her to gasp each time their hips collide. Where before she was wet now she’s dripping, so tight he even struggles to pull out, not on his wildest dreams did her pussy feel so fucking good. “You like that, huh? Finally a different cock to make you cum” she moans, feeling him pick up the pace and almost hit her tender spot. The anticipation for him to hit makes her toes curl, nonetheless his size feels incredible rubbing in and out of her, specially when he spreads her legs wider making him reach even deeper. He loses his pace for a moment, holding a knee under his arm and thrusting a little slower, giving her the chance to breath because she knows the moment he picks up that pace she’ll cum. “You feel so good, taking me cock like that, do you want more?” he thrusts harder and her orgasm starts to build, "you want more huh?” somehow he goes even faster, burying his entire length violently and clashing their hips with a dirty sound, but not as dirty as her gasps of pleasure, building up to a point when she clutches him even tighter and screams, her orgasm eminent.

“Right there... oh fuck! Yes! Right- oh!” she cries, the spasms taking her on a high that ends with an exhausted sigh and the unclenching of her cunt right after he also cums inside his rubber. “That was amazing” she struggles to say as he falls over her chest, stealing a kiss from her. The last thing he wants is to remove himself from her warm pussy, but then he notices Harry’s not so amused face.

He can’t imagine how that must feel: having your best friend buried deep inside your wife, someone with whom you have so much experience and a love so intense you choose to spend your life together. He knows Harry is easily jealous, he also knows he’a overly indulgent to his wife, so of course he’d play a sex game just to entertain her – and take bit of enjoyment for himself as he did love being fucked on the ass. But maybe fucking her so hard was too much. Harry would never say so, again, doing his best to indulge his wife, but he wasn’t ok with that. So he pulls out and decides it’s time to go.

He climbs over Oli to kiss her delicious pump lips one last time. “You guys are amazing” he pants, leaning to kiss Harry as well, “I’ll never forget this”

“Neither will we” he replies.

“I better go now, I’ve got a flight to catch in the morning” he excuses, looking for the missing parts of his suit.

“So soon?” she asks sitting up.

“Yeah, I’m sorry guys”

“No problem man, I’ll take you to the door” Harry dresses a house robe and waits for Fionn to properly collect himself. He kisses Oli on the cheek to say goodbye and follows Harry out.

“You know we have a lot of interviews together this week?” Fionn comments to lighten the mood, although Harry doesn’t seem moody, on the contrary, he’s grinning.

“That’ll be interesting” he opens the door and hugs him goodbye.

“Thank you for that... I hope I didn’t overstep or anything-“

“You didn’t, you were great” Harry smiles and kisses the crook of his neck playfully. “Right, off you go now”

“See you around, Harold” he winks walking out the door and leaving the events of the night behind. When he walks inside the uber, he closes his eyes and let them all come crashing in with a boyish smile.

Olivia walks to the kitchen on her house robe, watching Harry close the door and walk up to her. She serves both of them a rosé glass with a tiny smirk creeping on her cheeks. “So... is he as good in the back as he is in the front?” he laughs at her spontaneous commentary, “Welcome to my TedTalk”

“You’re crazy” he hugs her back tightly, “crazy and deranged... and brilliant”

“Why thank you” she hands him a glass of rosé and they clink, no need to verbalize what they’re toasting before drinking the wine.

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gift of the jinmo

a gift for elle @minflix! I hope you will accept this humble offering as a sign of my friendship. c is the oc from tip143 (it was too challenging to write around her name).

The juicery was unusually quiet today. It was Sunday morning on a long weekend, which in a college town meant that everyone was either travelling and having fun or sleeping in and lazing around. Only sad, broke college students like Momo and her coworkers were stuck here working at seven-thirty in the morning. They’d had a handful of the regulars come in since opening—some of the athletes, a couple of the frazzled grad students who were mid-dissertation—but otherwise the shop had been mostly empty. Momo rested her chin on her folded arms, slumping over the counter where she sat next to the cash register. Even Jin, who usually took shifts with her, was off today.

Speaking of Jin…she sighed deeply.

“What’s wrong, honey?” C collapsed into a chair, dragging the mop she had been halfheartedly swiping across the floor with her. A faint wet spot began to form underneath it.

“My 100-day anniversary with Jin is coming up, and I don’t know what to get him,” she replied, forlorn. “How do you usually find gifts for Hoseok?”

C sniffed. “Well, you know Hoseok. He’s a closet hypebeast, so whenever there’s a Supreme drop I’ll try to get something for him and just save it for the next time I need to give him a gift.”

“That’s true. You always find the best-quality knockoffs. No one would ever be able to tell they’re not the real deal. I don’t know how you do it.” Both C and her boyfriend Hoseok were great at finding counterfeit luxury goods. Just last week, C had given her and Doyeon matching friendship keychains that were exact Burberry replicas. (She’d gotten really good tips the week before, she’d explained. Momo was happy for her friend but also sad that she hadn’t taken those shifts with her—those keychains had to have cost at least $20 apiece!)

“Ri-ight.” C laughed nervously. “Knockoffs…”

“Anyway,” Momo continued sadly, “I don’t think Jin really cares very much about brands. Even if he did, I don’t think I could afford any luxury items…I just paid rent and my bank account is crying.”

A sudden screech filled the air. They looked over at Jungkook, who had slipped on the puddle left by C’s mop. His eyes were wide as he scrambled upright and looked left and right to see if anyone had seen. C stifled a giggle as she went to help. “Are you alright, Kookie? Maybe you should put some ice on that.”

They disappeared into the kitchen to get ice. Momo sighed again. “I’m a bad girlfriend.”

“You’re not a bad girlfriend.”

Momo jumped, startled. Taehyung had come in from the back, where he had been washing spinach. He’d been uncharacteristically serious and quiet recently, and Momo was worried about him. Even though they bickered often, he was still one of her closest friends, and she didn’t know why he had suddenly started acting so strange.

“You’re a really good girlfriend,” he stated, jaw set. “You’re always taking care of Jin and worrying about him. I’ve never seen him so happy before.”

She paused. “I think Jin takes care of me more. He’s so thoughtful—he even takes shifts on Wednesdays so that he can bring me a smoothie when he picks me up from class on my long days. And I can’t even think of a good gift to get him for our anniversary.”

He blew out a breath and smiled wanly. “You two bring out the best in each other. I don’t think that the gift thing makes you a bad girlfriend. It just means you care enough to want to get him something meaningful.”

“Thanks, Tae. You always know how to make me feel better.” She smiled at him.

He rubbed absentmindedly at his chest. “Don’t you two have that vlog channel together? Why don’t you make him a video?”

“Hmm…that’s actually a great idea!” She gasped. “He spends so much time filming and editing for our videos, so maybe if I learn how to do it I can help him out in the future. But…he also has all the equipment. I don’t even have a camera…”

“I have a camera.” C reemerged from the back, a blank look on her face. “You can borrow it.”

Momo furrowed her brows. “I think I’d need a DSLR or something…”

“Yup, I have one.” She remained expressionless. “I needed it for…a video project. But I can borrow Hoseok’s in the meantime. Since he also…had a…video project.”

“Oh, great!” Momo replied brightly. “Do you think you could show me how to use it, too?”

“Of course,” C replied. “Did you hear that noise? I should go…check on Jungkook in the back!”

She disappeared, leaving Momo alone with Taehyung again.

Momo hesitated. “Tae, are you okay? It seems like something has been bothering you lately. You know that you can talk to me about anything, right?”

An indecipherable look came over his face before he softened. “Everything is fine. I just realized that I did something stupid with the girl I liked, and I’m trying to get over the regret.”

“With Sooyoung? Are you sure it’s not fixable?” She fretted. “It’s not like you haven’t done, er, questionably embarrassing things in front of her before. Maybe Hoseok could talk to her for you.”

He smiled. “It’s okay. I think things worked out the way they were supposed to.”

“Hi everyone! Welcome to the jinmo channel,” Momo said brightly. She and Jin both paused to wave to the camera. “Today is Saturday and we just got off of work.”

There was a loud whoop! from behind them and Jin turned the camera to get C and Hoseok in the frame. Hoseok flashed an easy grin, fiddling with the camera in his hands as C playfully punched his arm, telling him that he was too loud.

“We’re going to go on a double date with these two. Hoseok is helping us film B roll today—thanks, man!” Jin reached a fist backward and Hoseok bumped it with his own. “I didn’t know this until today, but he’s actually done some camera work before!”

Hoseok wiggled his brows. “You might say I have intimate knowledge of amateur videography.”

C made a choking sound. He turned toward her and stepped into her space, tugging her into his chest with one arm and patting her on the back with the other, laughing. She blushed after he whispered something in her ear, melting into him as he leaned down for a quick kiss.

Momo leaned closer to the camera and stuck out her tongue. “They’d be gross if they weren’t so cute together.”

“You say that like you and Jin weren’t cuddling on the streetcar on the way here!” C retorted.

“Guilty.” Jin smiled, raising their intertwined hands into frame for a few seconds. “Anyway, we’re here at the mall,” he turned the camera toward the building façade, “because Momo and I wanted to pick up a few things at MaiDo after lunch.”

“We’re getting sushi!” Momo beamed as they made their way inside.

Hoseok went to put their names on the waiting list. C linked arms with Momo, tugging her away from Jin. “Jin, can you take our OOTD photos?”

Jin let out a dramatic sigh. “Again, I don’t know why you’re always wearing couple outfits with my girlfriend.”

The girls were wearing matching fuzzy cardigans today, and despite his protests, even Jin had to admit that the two of them looked extra soft and cute. His girlfriend looked like a teddy bear, and he had to resist the urge to hug her and not let go.

“You stole her from me!” C whined, clinging closer to Momo.

Jin grumbled, but obligingly put down the camera on a nearby bench in favor of C’s phone, crouching down to take photos as they tried out various poses. C inspected the shots over Jin’s shoulder as Momo walked over to the camera and whispered, “Get you an Instagram boyfriend like that,” holding finger hearts over her eyes.

By the time C had finished editing the chosen photo, their table was ready. Momo set the camera on the ledge next to her, checking the alignment before turning her attention to the menu.

“Should we get a spicy salmon roll to share?” Jin asked.

“Wasn’t your stomach feeling weird a few days ago? Maybe we should skip the spicy…and also the raw fish.” Momo frowned. “We should get one of the baked rolls instead.”

“They’re your favorite, though,” Jin murmured back.

She shrugged, shoulder gently nudging his. “We can always get it another time.”

“Why don’t you just order separate things?” Hoseok asked, confusion evident in his tone.

“Jin always steals bites of my food anyway,” Momo explained.

“Hey! I resemble that remark.” Jin chuckled at his own joke and Momo couldn’t help but join him.

They put in their orders and made silly faces at the camera while waiting for their food to arrive. The rest of lunch passed in fun conversation and laughter, fast-forwarded in the video as an instrumental track played in the background.

After they paid the bill and left the restaurant, the four of them headed to the stationery store. Inside, they checked to make sure no one was looking before Momo skipped down the washi aisle, arms outstretched as she spun in a circle, giggling. When Jin caught up to her, they explained their mission for the day.

“When we posted my desk tour, a couple of people asked about some of the items I showed. The painting above my desk was actually a gift from C!” Momo turned to blow a kiss at C, who was trailing behind them with Hoseok. C caught it in her hand with an exaggerated motion and put it in her pocket. “Her friend Sana painted it, and I love it so much! We’ll put a link to her Instagram in the description so you can check out more of her work and support independent artists.”

“Some people also asked about the star jar on my floating shelf. That actually belongs to Jin! Whenever he has something important coming up, like a presentation or an interview, I fold some stars and add them to the jar for good luck. He had a shoot that week so I took it to fill it up.”

Jin kissed her cheek, the look on his face unbearably fond. “It went well because of you.”

Momo blushed, stammering, “I-it went well because you’re talented! Anyway, since there were a few requests for it, I’ll be making a tutorial on how to fold the stars into a rose shape like the ones in the jar, so today we’re going to buy paper for the video.”

She picked up a sheaf of letter-size patterned stationery and showed it to the camera. “For Jin’s stars, I actually use letter paper so that I can write longer messages inside before cutting them into strips. But for the tutorial, we’ll be using regular star paper. A little wider is better, because we’ll be folding them in half lengthwise.”

“You write messages inside the stars?” Jin asked. “What do they say?”

“Oh, just little things. Good luck wishes, reminders, things like that. Sometimes I write ‘remember to eat’ or ‘don’t drink too much coffee.’” She shrugged, then giggled. “I think last time I wrote one that said, ‘starfish pose: you are the most powerful person in the room.’”

Jin set the camera on a shelf facing away from them, not wanting to record the next moment.

“Thank you,” he whispered, gently pulling her into a hug. She wrapped her arms around his waist, humming as she laid her ear against his chest.

Filming picked up again with Momo holding two packs of star paper in her hands, brow furrowed as she contemplated them. Jin zoomed in to focus on each of them.

“Which one do you think is prettier?” she asked him.

“Hmm…maybe the one on the left.”

“I was thinking that, too. Okay, let’s get this one.” She held it up and waved it toward the camera, putting the other pack back on its hook. “You can buy a cute jar if you want, but I recommend reusing any glass jar you have—it’s environmentally friendly and good for your wallet! For this project, we’ll be using one of our limited edition mason jars from the juicery. We’ll be randomly selecting one of our viewers to send these stars to, so please stay tuned for the tutorial video for info on how to sign up!”

“Before we check out,” Jin said, “I want to go take a look at some pens.”

The camera zoomed in and out at the wide range of pens on display in the next aisle.

“I have a lot of trouble with writer’s block, and there seem to be two schools of thought when it comes to dealing with it: write through it or wait for it to go away. I don’t think either approach is exclusive of the other. I’ve started thinking about it like a muscle that you’ve pulled—you’ve just got to feel it out and see if you can stretch it or if you need to let it rest. And like any other muscle, when it feels fine, you should exercise it so it gets stronger.” He waved his hand dismissively. “All of that to say, I’ve taken up daily journaling recently, and I want to get some new pens.”

He wandered down the aisle, examining his choices carefully.

“Ah-ha!” He exclaimed triumphantly, holding up a package of ink refills. “This is what I wanted. Momo got me a Jigglypuff gel ink pen from Japan that I think takes this refill size. I really like the ink quality from this brand because it comes out smoothly and dries quickly. I usually write in black ink, so I’m going to get this pack instead of the assorted blue and black one.”

They window shopped for a little while longer, looking at puffy stickers, magnets, stuffed animals, and small desk planters. Momo and C squealed over the Gudetama display and pouted at the prices. Hoseok silently picked up the Gudetama plushie that C had been hugging and added it to their basket.

As they stood in line to check out, someone tapped C on the shoulder. “C-cherry? And J-Hope?”

All four of them turned around to see a tall, bashful looking guy in line behind them.

“Lucas!” C’s eyes were wide. “Uhh…how are you?”

“Oh, hey, bigho—oof!” Hoseok winced as C’s elbow made contact with his stomach. “Big guy. Good to see you again.”

“This is so cool! Sorry for last time, I didn’t realize that you two were—wow, and Jin and Momo, too! I’m such a huge fan.” He beamed.

Jin reached over to shake his hand. “You look familiar—didn’t you apply to work at Greenhouse Juicery before?”

“Ah, yeah, but the owner said she wasn’t hiring at the time.” Lucas looked at Jin’s hand in awe, holding on for a bit longer than was perhaps socially acceptable.

“Bummer, man.” Hoseok shook his head. “But I’m sure Boss Juice is also doing well.”

“Oh, you work at Boss Juice?” Momo smiled brightly at him. “That means you’re our number one competition!”

Lucas’s brain was malfunctioning. “C-cute. Yeah, uh, I work there. You should, uh, come check it out sometime. Um…can I get a photo with you all?”

“Sure!” They all huddled together and smiled as the woman behind Lucas helped them take a photo.

“Next!”

“I think that’s us.” Jin said, giving Lucas another smile. “It was nice meeting you.”

“L-likewise!” Lucas replied. “Bye!”

Once they’d gone through the checkout and stood outside, Jin remarked, “It really is weird that you’ve got this famous doppelganger couple out there. Even your names are kind of similar, I mean, J-Hope and Jung Hoseok, and Cherry and—”

“HAH-ha-ha-ha,” C’s stilted laughter interrupts his thought. “I know, right? And since we’ve been appearing on your channel, I wonder if they’re getting mistaken for us, too.”

Realization dawned, and her eyes widened with panic as she grabbed Hoseok’s sleeve. “What if people online think we’re the same people??”

“Oh my gosh!” Momo gasped. “I read a story online just like this! Someone had an evil doppelganger who went around being mean to people and running out on restaurant bills, and she had to pay their bill and got blacklisted from her favorite restaurant!”

“I’m sure we don’t look that alike.” Hoseok said, his relaxed demeanor completely at odds with his girlfriend and Momo’s growing agitation. “What are the odds? Plus, no one’s as pretty as C. Sorry, Momo.”

C blushed, and Momo grinned at her slyly. “I’ll forgive you for that only because you two are so insufferably cute.”

Jin nudged Momo. “I think you’re prettier,” he whispered.

Jin’s phone buzzed three times in rapid succession from its place on the bathroom counter as he pushed his bangs up and back, working hair wax into his roots. He examined his work with a critical eye, giving it one last swipe before turning his attention to the texts that had come in.

Momo <3: Sorry, give me 30 more minutes! I forgot to press cook on the rice cooker. >///<

Momo <3: Looking forward to dinner!! :)

Momo <3: A gift for the best boyfriend ever: https://youtu.be/5tXJDTBbYf4

Curious, he clicked on the link. It loaded an unlisted video on the jinmo channel titled “reasons to stan kim seokjin.”

Chatter filled the air as students headed out of the lecture hall. Momo stopped behind a pillar, lens aimed at the breezeway, where Jin leaned against the wall, scrolling through his phone with one hand and holding Momo’s favorite tumbler in the other.

“How dare he…” she whispered to the camera, “How dare he be so perfect? It makes me want to punch him…in the mouth…softly…with my mouth.”

She giggled. “Doyeon taught me that.”

Onscreen, Momo launched herself at him, and the scene cut to the library.

Jin was journaling, the sleeves of his sweater folded up. The camera panned to Momo’s notebook, where she had written, alongside several doodles of his name, “So handsome when he’s concentrating :(”

When the camera panned back up, the light was dimmer and Jin was asleep, resting his arm and head on top of a stack of books.

“Thank you for keeping me company even when you had a paper due yesterday,” Momo whispered. “I promise I’m actually studying.”

She moved the camera to show her neatly color-coded notes in front of her.

The cheerful interior of the juicery came next.

Momo positioned the camera on the table in front of her as she took her break. There was a long line of customers, but Jin had a smile on his face as he listened patiently to the old woman in front of him, who was having trouble reading the menu. He carefully explained all the options to her, pausing after each one to give her time to think. Namjoon came out of the back office and patted him on the back, opening up a second register.

you are so considerate TT__TT, the caption read.

Next were clips from Hoseok’s “B-roll” from their stationery date: Momo, nestled into Jin’s side on the cable car as he played with her fingers. Jin hugging Momo close at the stationery store. Their intertwined hands swinging back and forth as they walked to the train station. Momo asleep on Jin’s shoulder as he gently covered her with his jacket. Jin lifting Momo onto his back to piggyback her to her apartment.

It cut to an afternoon in Jin’s apartment.

Momo carefully hid the camera on a shelf, angling it to face the tiny kitchenette before stepping back and putting on the apron that Jin had left for her. Jin came out of the bathroom wearing the same apron. She was his sous chef today, peeling potatoes and cutting vegetables as Jin boiled chicken in a stock pot. There wasn’t enough space for both of them at the stove, so once she had finished with her tasks, she sat at the tiny kitchen table, watching as he chopped and stirred and tossed.

“Taste,” he requested softly, blowing on a spoonful of soup before extending it to her. She sipped obligingly and nodded.

“It’s really good.” She kissed his cheek. “Thank you for making lunch.”

Doyeon must have filmed the next segment with her GoPro while they were at the beach.

The three of them were longboarding on the boardwalk, heading toward the ocean. They stopped at the surf shop to rent boards and a locker. The angle shifted as the camera changed hands. Doyeon and Jin were looking out at the water, watching waves break. Jin nodded at something Doyeon said, then reached back to pull his t-shirt up and over his head.

Behind the camera, Momo sighed dreamily. “Wow…I totally have a crush on him.”

She trudged over to them and Doyeon took the camera back, hanging it around her neck.

“Ready to try this out?” Jin grinned.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Momo said.

Doyeon filmed them as they went out on the water together, Momo on Jin’s board. Once they had paddled out far enough, Jin crouched, holding his hands out for Momo’s. Shakily, she stood up with him. They managed to balance as they rode a small wave, but fell right after, laughing and sputtering as they came back up. From where she sat on her own surfboard, Doyeon yelled encouragements at them. They tried a few more times until Momo felt brave enough to try it on her own. Jin stood chest-deep in water next to her as she attempted to balance, holding the board steady when she wobbled. After some small thrills and small spills, she declared that she was ready for a break, heading back to shore. On the water, Jin and Doyeon had paddled farther out and were starting to catch bigger waves.

After a few shots of Jin doing tricks, the video cut to a view of the sun setting over the ocean.

happy 100-day anniversary!

Jin smiled, an almost unbearable warmth in his chest. He tapped back to his text thread with Momo.

On Momo’s kitchen table, her phone vibrated, playing the familiar tune of Jin’s ringtone. She wiped her hands on a dishcloth and answered the phone.

“Hey,” she said breathlessly.

“Thank you for the video. I loved it.” His voice was tender. “There’s something else I want to say to you, but I want to say it in person.”

“Me, too,” she replied quietly. The unspoken words hung warm in the air between them.

After they ate dinner and washed the dishes, Momo settled on the couch, queueing up a movie on her laptop. Beside her, Jin reached for his coat, rummaging through his pocket for something.

“I have a gift for you, too,” he said, handing her a small box.

She lifted the lid to find a folded letter (“Read that later, when I’m not in the room,” Jin requested shyly) and a delicate silver bracelet with a single envelope charm attached.

“Wow, Jin, this is so beautiful.” She breathed, tracing a careful finger across the charm. “Thank you.”

He helped her fasten it before pressing a kiss to the inside of her wrist. Tugging back his sleeve, he showed her the matching bracelet that he was wearing. “It’s not fair that C is the only one who gets to match with you all the time.”

She giggled. “She complains about Hoseok’s style, but the other day I saw her wearing those paint-splattered jeans of his that she hates so much. They’re definitely rubbing off on each other.”

Jin entwined her fingers with his. “What I wanted to say to you on the phone…I know it might be a little early in our relationship…but it feels like the right time to say it.”

He took a steadying breath in. “I love you.”

She blushed. “I love you, too.”

He pressed his smile to hers.

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lubdubsworld · 6 years ago

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A change of heart. ( Kim Taehyung x OC)

[ Summary :

Times are changing.

After years of being oppressed, werewolves are taking a stand against humans , demanding equal rights and fair treatment. Heading the movement is Kim Taehyung, the breathtaking heir to the Kim fortune and one of the few remaining Alpha werewolves in the country. His disdain for the human race is well known and well warranted. They killed his family after all.....

He wants to change the world , to put humans in their place but when his five year old daughter takes a shine to their very human neighbor , maybe he has to start with a change of heart , first. ]

Pairing : Taehyung x OC

Genre : Romance, Explicit Content.

Warnings : None. ( Some mild violence but mostly off screen )

Chapter 1

“.... however, the question of whether weres should be offered equal opportunity in fields such as construction and those including manual labour and access to possibly dangerous machinery is still a matter of hot debate , taking into consideration their superior physical strength and general lack of self control....”

“Rae, be careful!!”

The warning came a bit too late and I felt the sharp sting of hot coffee on my palm, yelping as I tried to right the cup that I’d accidentally knocked over.

Park Jimin, the barista , gave me a long suffering look of disappointment.

“That’s the third one this week.” He said , staring balefully at the spilled liquid , now making its way across the polished mahogany surface. I flushed, flailing to grab a few tissues off the counter and soaking up the worst of the mess.

“I’m sorry... I've just been a little distracted.” I muttered under my breath, thankful that the place wasn’t too crowded . it was still pretty early, and the morning crowd was just starting to trickle in, most of the people looking worn out and despondent after a week of working. Outside , the rain lashed the concrete , loud and unrelenting.

Thankfully it was a Friday. A long weekend curled in bed with a steaming mug of hot chocolate was the only thing I had to look forward to.

He hummed.

"Is this about the custody hearing?” He said gently and i sighed , trying not to give in to the sinking feeling of desolation.

“it’s a lost cause, I’m afraid.” i whispered. “ My sister is definitely unfit to be a parent and her husband is rich and powerful. There’s no way we’re winning this.” I shrugged.

Jimin gave me a sympathetic smile.

“I hope the weather lets up.” i said softly, staring out the embossed windows. Before Jimin could reply, someone cleared their throat behind me.

I turned around, blinking when I found myself face to face with a starched collar and perfectly knotted tie. I looked up in surprise, feeling my heart jump into my throat when I saw who it was.

The man was almost painfully good looking, his eyes glowing red with unsaid annoyance and his lips pursed impatiently.

“if you’re done, there are others waiting to get their coffee.” The werewolf said sternly, voice deep and rumbling. I flinched and nodded, moving to get my new cup and almost spilling it again. i could almost hear a faint growl behind me and I glanced back again, throat dry.

He was staring right at me, eyes still glowing alpha red and eyebrows raised in a ‘why-aren’t-you-out-of-my-sight-yet’ , kind of gesture. I almost let out a strangled meep and quickly paid for the spilled drink and its replacement, suppressing the instinct to bare my neck and run .

I’d heard about how werewolves could intimidate just by existing, but I’d never experienced it so strongly or at such close quarters. He looked beautiful but deadly, his sharp features intimidating and his towering height only making me shrink in further.

“I’ll see you around then Rae.” Jimin looked amused as he watched me fumble with my bag, my purse and the change. I shoved everything into one of the bags and stepped away from the line.

“Thank you.” Taehyugn said primly, before reaching for a menu card.

I swallowed, nodding quickly and shooting Jimin a smile before scrambling away.

i couldn’t resist looking back though, as soon as i reached the door.

What was someone as exquisite as Kim Taehyung doing in a place as plain and drab as this coffee shop?

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“Are you sure you didn’t just mistake him for someone else?” my brother sounded bored as he listened to my rambling rant on the exciting encounter i’d had with Kim Taehyung.

I rolled my eyes rather impressively, a gesture that was wasted, seeing as Yugyeom was a whole country away and although we were on skype, he wasn’t even looking at me, his gaze fixed on his phone where he was no doubt seducing some poor unsuspecting coed via lurid text messages.

“I don’t see how anyone could mistake Kim Taehyung for someone else I mean...that face is a one in a billion kind of face. Us mere mortals, do not encounter beauty like that on a daily basis...” I said sharply.

Yugyeom chuckled.

“He’s running for the cabinet this term, for the ministry of Supernatural Affairs. I think he’s trying to build a presence ahead of the campaign.”

I hummed thoughtfully.

“Well, I hope he gets it . He seems like a nice guy.” I said, glancing at the clock.

It was a little past four and the last ferry to the Preserve left at 7.00 PM. I wasn’t sure if I could take the bus to the docks, but a taxi just seemed like a bit too expensive.

“Spoken like a true naive fool.” Yugyeom scoffed. “ Taehyung has every intention of banning humans from the Preserve. You will literally lose your job if he wins.”

i blinked back at my brother, who had abandoned his phone and was now staring at me.

“What?”

Yugyeom shrugged.

“Kim Taehyung believes that humans are the problem and co-existence isn’t the solution. He thinks there needs to be isolation and werewolves need to have their own space.”

I hesitated, not sure what to say.

“Well, i’m sure he doesn’t hate all humans.” i said weakly.

3000 miles away someone knocked on my brother’s door.

“i gotta go...You heading back to the preserve tonight?” He asked curiously and i nodded.

“I’m supposed to be reporting at the research center later.”

“Be safe.” He smiled and i waved , before ending the call.

His words stung a bit.

Did Taehyung really want humans out of the preserve?

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Apparently, he did.

“i’m sorry.?”

“There’s a tentative stay order on allowing non-supernaturals on the official ferry . There was an incident last week with some guy pulling a knife on a were. We’re trying to work with the authorities but tensions are running a bit high...” The woman at the ticket counter gave me a sympathetic smiles, eyes flashing blue.

“You don’t understand , i need to be there tonight and-”

“I’m sure us wolves can survive a few weeks without your help Ms Yoon.” A voice said right behind me and I stiffened.

Park Seo Joon was the biggest thorn on my side and I couldn’t escape him, apparently.

But this time, he wasn’t alone.

Standing next to him, tall and strapping was Kim Taehyung, dressed in what looked like a way too expensive Burberry coat.

i swallowed.

“I work for the government.” i said stiffly.” this isn’t a pleasure trip. I’m supposed to be submitting a medical report on a strain of influenza that even your superior immunity isn’t keeping away.”

Seo Joon rolled his eyes.

“you just love the idea of us being vulnerable, don’t you Rae? The thought of something killing us all off, definitely fills you humans with giddy joy...” He sneered.

Next to him , Taehyung chuckled.

I felt my hackles rise.

“We’re trying to help.... Most of the infected are young wolves. Seeing as you have a kid of your own, i would think you’d be a tad bit more sympathetic.” i snapped, before i could stop myself.

Taehyung froze, eyes going red as he scowled.

“What did you just say?” He said, voice quiet but shaking with fury. I resisted the urge to cower and raised my chin defiantly.

“You heard me.” My voice barely shook.

Taehyung tilted his head, curious.

“Yoon Mi Rae. Aren’t you Yoon Jae hyun’s daughter?” He said thoughtfully.

I felt my heart leap at the connection. My adoptive father had been a sad, cruel son of a bitch and being associated with him had literally no benefit.

“He’s my father , yes.”

“Your father cut off funding to the preserve by twenty million dollars last year. infant mortality rate rose by 17 percent because we couldn’t afford quality healthcare.” He sneered. “ And you’re here acting like you or your kind give a damn about our health?”

I glanced back at the counter, the woman who looked embarrassed as she pretended she wasn’t watching us.

“Fine. So you’re saying i can’t get on that boat?” I bit my lips and Taehyung didn’t respond.

“i’m saying that even if you do get on, the security guy at the dock isn’t going to be letting you in.” Seo Joon shrugged.

“Fine .” i said shortly, mind already racing with possibilities. There was a private ferry a few blocks away and it was generally unsavory and uncomfortable but there were seven seriously ill kids at the research center, and this report could be a step up in curing them.

“Good Bye then.” I said sharply, turning on my heel and stalking away.

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After wandering around the dock for an hour or so, sticking to the shadows and hoping not to be caught, i’d managed to hire an old, crumbling skiff with a tired looking werewolf helmsman. The man agreed to take me across the channel for a sum of money but warned me that there was a forecast of heavy rain and slightly turbulent seas. I didn��t protest, joining the half a dozen other passengers and climbing into the rickety old boat, trying not to flinch at the way the wood groaned and protested the added weight.

This wasn’t a vacation. i had a job to do.

What I hadn’t expected , as i stepped out of the boat three and a half hours later , soaked to the bone from the endless rain and mildly terrified from all the leering and name calling from the weres on board, was Kim Taehyung standing at the entrance to the dock , his eyes flashing with disbelief

Taehyung’s eyes narrowed.

“What on earth were you thinking?” He growled striding over to grab my arm, yanking so hard he nearly wrenched it out of its socket. i whimpered, clutching my bag tighter to my chest, scared of dropping it into the water as he bodily dragged me out of the boat and into the wooden platform .

Taehyung let me go but not before giving me a little shake of anger.

“Don’t you know how dangerous it is to travel alone with unmated weres? Are you looking to get raped?” He snarled. I flushed, shaking my head and smoothing my crinkled blouse.

“I have to give this report at the center.” i said through gritted teeth. There was going to be a nasty bruise on my arm. I wanted to rub the skin there but I didn’t want to draw attention to it.

“You’re not even a doctor here. i checked.” He frowned and I swallowed.

“I’m a lab Tech in the mainland lab. I work on the preserve four days a week and then head to the mainland to analyse and compile the results. I left this morning and I’m supposed to report back by 9.00 “

It was already a little past 11.00 PM.

Taehyung growled.

“the security is still under lockdown and-”

“Daddy!!” A voice said out of nowhere and I peered over his shoulders.

A young girl, about 4 or five years old came hurtling across the slippery wooden planks of the platform, her arms thrown up and eyes wide with unshed tears. Taehyung’s face softened in a flash and he held his arms out quickly, crouching down to hug the girl as she crashed into his chest.

“Luna...what are you doing here?” He sounded confused as he glanced over at the gate, where a harried looking woman was stuffing her umbrella into it s cover, looking upset and angry.

“Kim Luna, what have I told you about running on the streets!” She said shrilly and Luna groaned burrowing deeper into her fathers chest.

i stood there feeling ridiculously endeared by the whole scene.

“She wouldn’t listen Mr. Kim... Apparently, you promised her you would be home before dinner and she refused to go to bed . My shift at the brewery starts in two hours, i need to head home.” The lady gave me a cursory glance but turned back to Taehyung.

Taehyung sighed and straightened, his daughter wrapped around him as he reached for his wallet. He fumbled a bit , unable to balance the child and said, “ Lulu, sweetheart could you get down for a minute so I can pay Ms. Lee?”

Luna pulled away from his neck, suddenly staring right at me and holding her arms out. i stared, completely thrown, instinctively holding my hands out. She all but leapt into my arms, chubby arms and legs wrapping around me as she quickly buried her nose into my neck.

“you smell nice.” she sniffed some more.

i stared, horrified, at Taehyung who looked like he’d been stuck by lightning.

“I...it’s alright.” My voice cracked a little. “ You can pay her.. and i’ll just....” hold your beautiful baby daughter, oh my god, what is happening, right now?!!.

Taehyung hastily pulled out his wallet, handing over money to Ms Lee who looked amused . Once she had left , Taehyung turned back to me but Luna kept her arms tight around me.

“Baby, You need to let go..” Taehyung sounded a little strangled and Luna merely sniffled.

“No. She smells nice. She smells like mommy.” She said brightly.

i felt blood rush to my face, so fast that i almost felt dizzy.

Something like pain flashed across Taehyung’s face and he bit his lips before reaching out and gently pulling her arms away from me.

“Luna, you need to let her go now.” He said sternly and as if on command, the huge doe eyes filled with tears.

“Don’t you want me?” She cried out staring right at me and my heart lurched.

“I’m.. No.. i mean yes.. I mean... You’re so beautiful...” i said helplessly. Luna frowned like she really didn’t care for the compliment.

“Whats your name?” She said sharply , refusing to stay in her father’s hold and climbing down to stand closer to me..

“Rae... My name’s Mirae.” I said softly. She gave me a small smile.

“Will you come play with me?”

“Alright, Luna, that’s enough. She’s not like...” He glanced at me , his eyes hardening again. I realised what he wanted to say. She’s not like us. Meaning , not a were. i felt a shaft of pain at that . Did he think that just because i was a human, i would hurt his daughter??

“ She’s from a different place. she has to go back tonight.” He finished.

Luna gave me a soft smile. Then her eyes brightened up.

“My mommy’s gone to another place too” She said cheerfully “ In the sky. She’s there with the angels...right daddy?? “ She glanced at Taehyung who looked stunned. “ Are you going there too? Do you know her??” She asked eagerly.

Okay, this was just too much of emotion for a day, i thought miserably , as tears prickled before i could even control myself.

“No, sweetheart. I don’t know your mother. But i’m sure she was a lovely lady, seeing as she made someone as lovely as you.” i lightly booped her nose. Apparently, that was the right thing to say, because she giggled happily, smiling shyly and hiding behind her father’s legs.

“It’s getting late. We should leave.” Taehyung said softly and his voice cracked a little. i didn’t look at him.

“You should finish whatever you came here for and talk to your superiors about transferring out of your job. There are qualified weres here on the island who could replace you. “ Taehyung said stiffly. “ You should go back to your family.”

i didn’t argue, merely nodding and staring at Luna. She really was beautiful, wide eyed and happy, with bouncy brown curls and soulful honey eyes.

And Taehyung was wrong. i din’t have a family to go back to. I was an orphan and my adoptive father had long disowned me. My brother was 3000 miles away and my apartment in Seoul was going to be renovated next week. i’d hoped to move into the Preserve permanently, because at the least I had friends here.

But apparently, Kim Taehyung with his myriad of political connections wasn’t feeling generous enough to let me make a home for myself.

I glanced back up at him and he looked away, refusing to meet my eyes. Luna made a move to move closer to me but he held her back.

“Good night Mirae ssi.” He said stiffly, pulling her up into his arms and walking away quickly.

Luna waved cheerfully over her father’s shoulders, even blowing me a kiss with her chubby little fists. i stared after the pair till they disappeared around the corner.

Suddenly, everything seemed way too gloomy. My wet , dripping clothes. The gentle wind that was starting to pick up. I sighed deeply, the cold seeping into my bones as i trudged wearily to the gateway.

I had a job to do. Those kids needed me.

#taehyung smut #taehyung fics #bts fics #bts taehyung #bts smut #bts v #bts werewolf au #taehyung werewolf #taehyung x reader #taehyung imagine #taehyung scenario #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts kim taetae

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mythicamagic · 6 years ago

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The Muse: Yui Komori oneshot

Writing commission for @s-e-kwan

A boy at school asks Yui to be his model for a set of paintings. Mild Yui x OC

Minding her own business in class, Yui pushed light blonde hair behind her ear, leaning forward to scribble down notes. The monotony of her daily schedule had been getting to her as of late. Nothing but school, Mukami mansion, getting bitten, then if she was lucky, sleep.

Rinse lather and repeat, with the only change being who bit her, how and where.

“Excuse me.”

Glancing up tiredly, she blinked. A young man stood before her, smiling.

“Hello?”

He bowed swiftly. “Please be my model!”

Yui blinked again, before her cheeks flushed red, at a loss for words. What?

“I’m applying for a place in an art academy abroad and they asked me to submit a project for my submission! If you’d be willing, I’d be very grateful if you could stand as my muse! I really think I could capture your fragile beauty on canvas and-“

“Yes,” she cut him off.

He straightened, expression surprised. “Truly?”

“If you’re um…working hard to go study abroad, I’d like to help. No one should be stuck here if they don’t want to be,” she murmured, before shaking her heavy thoughts away and giving a hesitant smile. “What would you like me to do?”

—-

The artist had decided to base his project on biblical beauty, in contrast to modern beauty. Yui sat in a classroom that had been booked, heavy make-up having been layered onto her face, blonde hair adorned with red carnation flowers. She wore dark clothing, secretly glad she’d taken the time to cover up the bitemarks littering her body. The Mukami’s had been none too pleased about the thought of her spending time alone, with a boy, but Ruki had permitted it so long as it took place at Lunch within school. No afterschool clubs permitted for Livestock.

Yui felt a chill run down her spine, wondering if she were being watched.

Apparently, the piece she was supposed to be representing was Jezebel. She therefore tried to recall what Cordelia possessing her had felt like, draping herself over the back of the chair.

“Ohh that’s a great expression!” The young man held up a hand, silently telling her to hold it as he painted with lush strokes. “Really captures lust and decadence tastefully.”

Yui bit back a listless smile. “Is that a good thing?”

“Of course! I knew you’d be perfect for this,” he says, causing her heart to flutter. No one sincerely complimented her anymore.

��

The second time she modelled, Yui wore make-up again, though not as heavy as the first time. She lifted an apple to the corner of her mouth, as though biting into it to represent the corruption and loss of innocence that came from being ‘Eve.’

She didn’t really have to channel much with this role, thinking about the Mukami brothers as she let herself sit however she wanted.

They always arranged her body how they pleased, Yuma shoving her into walls or windows to press into her hard and heavy. Azusa, holding her hand deceptively gently, murmuring sweet nothings even as he ignored the blood loss draining her skin chalky porcelain. Kou would be all sharp edges, digging his nails into wounds and overwhelming her with pain. Ruki was the calm in the eye of the storm, the control that dominated and allowed for nothing else but his touch, his fangs to be felt.

And Yui…was their Eve. Fulfilling a role just like the biblical woman, inevitably set up by outside forces to fall from grace. The helplessness of her situation stung lashes into her eyes.

“Yui, are you alright?” Her artist paused, brows drawing together.

“I’m fine,” she forced a wobbly smile. “Please continue.”

—

When the final modelling session came, Yui found herself without any makeup, her hair unadorned. A laced veil had been attached, draping down. She clutched a lily flower close, averting her gaze as the artist adjusted the veil.

“W-what does um…the lily represent?” She asked.

“Simplicity, innocence, purity,” he murmured, lifting the veil to give her face one last check. “And hope.”

Rose-pink eyes stared at him. His proximity caused pale cheeks to redden, as though dusted with blush.

Between one moment and the next, his lips met hers. Yui stiffened, pulling away and clutching the flower tight, crushing petals.

“I-I apologise, Yui. I won’t do it again. I don’t know what came over me,” he straightened, wincing.

“No…you don’t have to apologise,” she said, adjusting her collar to better hide a bruise. It was better she kept him at arm’s length.

Better she didn’t tell him she’d enjoyed it for half a moment.

He nodded sadly, returning to his seat and taking brush to paint.

—–

When the day finally arrived for the art class exhibition a few months later, Yui had been permitted to go. It was only a small affair held within the school, and yet many attended. Walking among the four brothers in the crowd, Yui stopped upon finally catching sight of painted flowers.

Inching around the people in the crowd, she stopped before the pieces mounted in a row on the wall.

“Hey, isn’t that you, Yui?” Kou grinned, eyes narrowing at the Jezebel picture. “Who knew you looked so good in a sultry pose.”

“Mn…I don’t know if I like that…the artist stared at Eve long enough to…paint a picture,” Azusa murmured, looking at the fine details of her long lashes or ruby lips closing around the apple.

Yuma tsked. “Ain’t that the point of modelling?”

Staring up at them, Yui touched her cheek, wondering if she really looked like that to the artist.

At that moment, she heard her name be called. The artist himself rushed up to her, before noting the four brothers bristle and glare at him. He laughed with mild confusion, touching her shoulder.

“I got accepted!”

“That’s great,” she grinned, unable to help it. Her body swayed with want to hug him, but she felt Ruki’s tell-tale hand on the small of her back.

“Yeah! And it’s all thanks to you, thank you so much, Yui!” He leaned forward and pulled her in close, wrapping her in a brief but tight hug.

Yuma growled lowly, flashing fangs, but Kou laughed and waved dismissively to indicate this wasn’t the time or place to get into ‘vampire mode.’

The artist pulled away and Yui fought down the urge to beam.

“To show my deep gratitude, I’d like you to take one of these pieces.”

“R-really?”

“Of course!”

She smiled, turning to them. “That’s so kind of you…I think I’ll have the Virgin Mary if that’s alright.”

“Oh, why that one?”

With her heart shuddering, she smiled. “I don’t know. I can’t be pure anymore, but it would be nice to hold onto hope.”

He tilted his head and glanced at her companions, before nodding. Making some more idle small talk, he then excused himself, informing her the painting would be delivered to her address.

Yui watched his form retreat into the crowd, thinking that she’d likely never see him again.

“He painted you holding lavender coloured roses,” Ruki uttered, looking at the Virgin Mary.

He changed it from lilies? She thought.

“Some say, it can mean enchantment, mystery and…love at first sight.”

She turned to him, crushing the fluttering feeling those words evoked under her heel.

“Did you enjoy the brief freedom his painting permitted you?” His eyes slid down to her.

She smiled gently, unafraid of the punishment that came with admitting to it.

“…I did.”

#yui komori #yui x oc #Diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers fanfiction #diahell #dialovers

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silentauroriamthereal · 6 years ago

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This seems like fun! Thanks for the tag, @swissmissing!

1. AO3 handle: SilentAuror

2. Ships I write: Johnlock. Oh, and maybe a touch of Freebatch. In the past I wrote a crapton of Harry/Draco and a few other scattered ships hither and thither, but these days it’s pretty much pure Johnlock over here.

3. Ships I read: I don’t read much fanfic, but if I do, it’s definitely Johnlock!

4. When I started writing: I don’t remember my first piece of fiction ever, but it was definitely sometime in childhood! My first fanfic was posted in 2002, I believe!

5. First fic I wrote: In this fandom? Resurrection.

6. Favorite fic I wrote: I really can’t say!

7. Hardest fic I wrote: Again, I really can’t say. Different stories have been hard for different reasons. Against the Rest of the World comes to mind, just for sheer length and complexity & detail of plot, but Scars was very different to write for the emotional and physical abuse it contains. Some of the angst-heavy stories I’ve written have practically given me ulcers. Sometimes I make the cases so complicated that I have to keep a whole separate file just on case notes (witness The Bells of King’s College, which features not just six cold cases, but they all had to be related to: a) the murderer (obviously), b) each other, and c) a potential seventh victim, and d) Mary!). Bridging the Ravine features something like 21 named OCs, about 8 of whom have fairly major parts. And The Final Proof was hard as hell to write because it made me cry throughout, lol. Along with basically 98% of the people who have read it, which was sort of the point, but there you go. :P (See warnings!!!!!)

8. Most research-intensive fic I wrote: That has to be a toss-up between Against the Rest of the World for the location research specifically, and Scars, for which I did extensive research (including interviewing three separate therapists who specialize in female->male abuse and gaslighting).

9. Fic that is most dear to me: This is like asking me to pick a favourite among my children! Of which I now have 84 in this fandom alone! Really can’t say!

10. Favourite trope to write: I mostly avoid actively writing tropes, though I’ve unapologetically used fake-couple-for-a-case twice now (once where it goes quite well for them (Bridging the Ravine) and once where it goes quite badly for them (The Bells of King’s College)), and smaller tropes like sexual coaching (Isosceles), bed-sharing (numerous), and then apparently I’ve used some accidentally, such as amnesia (The Wisteria Tree). Lol.

11. Something I wouldn’t write: An unhappy or non-Johnlock ending, a version of Mary that doesn’t line up with her actual canon behaviour, fluffy familial sitcom that’s wholly out of character (which isn’t to say that parentlock can’t be IC, but it’s a stretch to make it fit with these two particular men, IMO).

12. Favourite scene I ever wrote: I’ve just written too many to choose only one. :/ Sorry, I keep saying this!

13. Where I get my inspiration: From Moftiss’ resolute determination to prevent these two from having an honest, direct, and complete conversation about their relationship, their history, and their feelings. I WILL make them talk, damn it! And then kiss. Like a lot. :)

14. Hardest scene I ever wrote: There’s a rape scene in chapter 3 of Scars. I avoided writing it for days. Then, once I finished it, I remember literally just closing my laptop, standing up, putting on my shoes, and walking out of my apartment to clear my head.

15. Favourite characterisation I wrote: Oooh. Okay, I’m giving this one to Sherlock in Against the Rest of the World, specifically because it’s told in first person, which means that I spent four solid months living inside this version of his head, and I found it very difficult to not be in it once the story came to its eventual finish!

In this fandom, I’ve now written in the POVs of 12 different characters (not counting the “characters” of Ben and Martin in my four Freebatch fics), and I’ve loved writing every single one of them, even if I don’t necessarily love the character themselves! The breakdown goes like this, though for the last two, it’s only single chapters/parts of stories, never a full stand-alone story: Sherlock (36 times, including both novels), John (37 times), Mycroft (3 times), Lestrade (3 times), Mary (3 times), Molly (twice), Rose (Rosie at age 19, once), Janine (once), Ella (once), Vee (Mummy) Holmes (once), Mrs Hudson (once), and Sally Donovan (once).

My current project is one of my rare mixed-POV stories, heavily John-POV, but with contribution scenes from Sherlock, Ella, and Molly.

16. Sequel I would write, if I had the chance: I’m actually somewhat planning, pending my muses’ inspiration and general whims, a sequel to Isosceles, where Sherlock and John visit Corey Graham in LA. :)

17. Story I want to write, but I don’t think people would enjoy reading: It’s so masochistic, but I never let that stop me! :P I did suppress my urge to write my first Freebatch fic (The A.G.R.A Complex) for about eight months before finally giving in. I fully expected to be shot for writing Scars, and I’m somewhat expecting people to hate my current project, but if the muses demand it, then I write it. What can you do. :P

18. A line from a WIP: I never do lines. It’ll have to be a snippet, lol. Not to channel Culverton Smith or anything...

Ella thinks of the long story Sherlock told her one stormy afternoon only a few weeks ago, during one of the appointments she cannot, by dint of professional vow, acknowledge to John that are happening, and of the fact that Sherlock admitted that he’s never yet found a way to casually bring up the snipers in conversation with John, his hesitancy to rock the boat, the surface stability they’ve seemingly found in the wake of the events with Sherlock’s unbalanced sister. She sighs inwardly, but keeps her expression neutral. “You’re still angry about that,” she says. It isn’t a question; after all, she knows John rather well by this point.

John frowns, but nods, still looking down.

“And how has that anger come out?” Ella asks, conscious to keep her tone even.

John’s mouth opens, his breath drawing in sharply and stopping in his chest.

19. A recent comment on a story that made me smile: That someone commented at all makes me smile! Unless it’s overt hate, I guess. :P

20. A discontinued work I would love to finish: I have never, in my 2.1+ million words of Sherlock fiction, or 1.5 words of HP fiction, not finished a story that I started.

21. Fic writers I admire: Honestly, for these last two, I just don’t read enough to be able to comment well on this! I also know that if I list anyone, I’ll leave out someone who really, really should be mentioned. I’ll just say this: anyone who is actively working at the craft of writing and putting themselves out there deserves all the praise and admiration in the world. Same goes for artists! You’re putting a naked little piece of your soul out there for the world to see, criticize, hopefully (but not necessarily) love, and that is SO brave! So the truest answer here is: all of you!

22. A story I recommend: Same answer as above! I would recommend @swissmissficrecs for recs!

Tagging: anyone who reads this post and writes. You’re tagged. :)

#memes and such #writing #fanfic

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wickednerdery · 6 years ago

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Title: Hoarfrost Hel: Channeled Author: @wickednerdery Fandom: Marvel Pairing/character: Thor & Professor X (& Mutant!OCs) Rating: Teen Summary: “That is extraordinary.” Notes: This is the second part of what’s shaping up to be a legit trilogy (the first is FrostBitten) - the master list is here. The story on whole is gonna be very dark, this piece itself - which picks up after the last - is actually tame aside from Thor angst moments and a bit of cursing. Still, for consistency and length, it gets a “Read More”.

“This Professor Xavier is a sorcerer?” Thor bellows from the back of the motorcycle.

Lynk’s chuckle echoes in his helmet. “Mutant telepath, among other things. And you don’t have to yell, there’re microphones in the helmets.”

“That is extraordin-!” Thor stops as they roll through a large gate. “Forgive me. That is extraordinary.” He looks to a placard - Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters - and then reasserts grip around Lynk’s waist as she speeds past blurs of young people, fresh lawns, and on up to a large building Thor could only quantify as a castle. “This is where you live?”

“I have my own place, but a few hundred other mutants do.” Lynk pulls helmet off, gaze dropping to Thor’s hands, then up and back to his face. “You can get off the bike now.”

Thor hops off, removing helmet to reveal grin. “Sorry, fair Lynk.”

Mouth opens to correct him, but Lynk decides it’s the nicest way she’s been addressed so lets it go. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to the professor.”

The god follows closely, but keeps eyes moving through halls and open rooms from sheer curiosity. There were many who looked as the typical Midgardian did, but others had skin like that of a Jotun or wings similar to the horses of the Valkyrie. He couldn’t help but pause a few times, requiring Lynk to go back and grab him.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Thor,” Charles smiles as the god looks from his explorations of the study to him. “I understand you’re having some troubles with your memory.”

“I am on a quest to find...something...something of great importance...but I...forget what.”

Lynk frowns slightly, they’d only just discussed the topic before entering. “Tony and I think it’s Loki. You know, his brother?”

“Yes, I’m aware.” He’d placed the whole team on standby in case things went sideways for The Avengers; thankfully they were not needed. “Thor, would you mind coming over, taking a seat, so we can better get acquainted.” So that he might have the god’s focus enough to determine what’s going on in his mind.

Thor plops into a high-backed chair as Charles maneuvers to set himself face-to-face with the other man, creating a sense of intimacy as a therapist might.

“Now I’d like you to relax and try to think of the last things you remember before you came to see Mr Stark.”

“Very well.” Thor isn’t quite ready to close his eyes to anything, but lounges back and lets his thoughts go to the start of the day...

The scenes come in fractals, with pieces missing: ...Thor hovering over smashed rock, bowl in hand...him running into the palace, calling for his mother...his equally frantic return to the rubble.... In each scene parts blur or blacken and, only too soon after, Thor’s memory moves onto something else. Too often Thor’s mind wants to change the topic and, when Professor X goes farther back, he witnesses the same thing happening...even memories of Thor’s childhood are changing, fracturing. No doubt the specific targets are those memories involving Loki...

“Thor?” Professor X fades the connection to prevent jarring the god and damaging his fragile recall any more. “I’d like to invite a colleague of mine to assist, would that be all right?”

“You found nothing?” Concern paints Thor’s face.

“On the contrary, I found quite a lot...” he smiles encouragingly. “I can tell you it’s a targeted form of magic that’s effecting your memory, which is why Mr Stark and Lynk found nothing physically wrong with you. I can also tell you that it’s quite powerful, a near living thing.”

Thor’s face falls completely...there are only two people he can recall who are capable of such a thing and his mother would never.

“However, I believe we can find ways around and through it long enough to discover what your task is and how best to begin it.”

“You do?” The god is not terribly hopeful; the urge in him to find the thing, to...protect it?...is ever growing just as his memory of what it might be ever-fading.

Professor X smiles more. “Yes, I merely need a new lens through which to better focus my findings.”

As if on cue a man steps into the room; friendly smile, dark curly hair, and remarkably kind eyes. “You called for me Professor?” His smile greets everyone, is returned by everyone, then widens at the god before him. “Thor Odinson, what an honor.”

Thor gives a cursory smile, his heart not in it. They’re wasting time and the more that passes the more he forgets. No, that’s not quite right. He’d not forgetting more things, he’s forgetting something very specific all the more...and it’s something he doesn’t wish to forget. It’s something he wants desperately to remember.

Ash closes the door behind him, heads over through a dreary fog of stress and sadness from their guest. “Please don’t be discouraged, Mr Odinson, just keep that spark of hope alive and we’ll do everything we can to help you.”

Professor X smiles at Thor’s surprise. “Some of Ash’s abilities are somewhat related to my own, only his focus is on emotions.”

A string of Thor’s own electrical energy comes from Ash’s hand as he extends it to Thor; it connects the mutant and the god briefly before and after they shake hands. “How did you do that?” Thor’s so fascinated he’s now forgotten why he’s come at all. “Do you seize my powers from me?”

“Just replicating,” Ash clarifies as he sits in the last high-back chair available.

Lynk speaks up from the couch, head buried in work on her helmet. “Ash can use anyone’s natural born powers. He doesn’t even try, just links into your emotions and, poof, he’s using your powers.”

“But I am not a mutant, I am a god.” Surely that must make a difference. “My powers come from my hammer.”

“Doesn’t seem like it,” Lynk notes.

“Can you also lift my hammer...Ash?” It was the only name the man had been given.

Ash smiles. “No, probably not. As I understand it your hammer is imbued with magical powers...I’m not a magician and highly doubt I’d be considered worthy to lift it.”

“This is great and all,” Lynk cuts in once more, “But we need to help your brother, Loki, remember?”

“Yes, forgive me,” Thor smiles. “What is needed now, Professor?”

“Same as before, Thor, only this time concentrate on your feelings. About the day, about what you’ve forgotten.”

This time Thor does close his eyes. This time he lets his heart guide him through his memories...and Ash piggybacks on the resulting emotions while using Professor X’s telepathy to try and make sense of it all. It is still jumbled, still missing hunks, but with the knowledge those sections relate to Loki he can find a thread to follow: deep love and concern. Chasing the emotions he scrambles to put Thor’s mind together, slip around and through the magic trying to erase the man’s brother.

While Thor remains seemingly blissful, Ash begins to strain. Clouds roll in, thunder rumbles its threat. He closes eyes and clenches teeth in effort to handle surges of fear and rage...memories that can only be qualified as traumatic. Cracks of lightning ride along skin as a sudden, caustic, burn hits the back of his neck. He hisses, the electricity jumps from him to Thor, making a circuit between them.

“Fuck...” Lynk jumps up, back. She knows both Thor and Ash are fine, but if a stray bolt’s let out she doesn’t want to be anywhere near it.

Charles rolls back as a precaution; slips into Ash’s mind in attempts to stabilize and better direct him. He manages to get Ash to focus in on a recent argument between Thor and his father, the desperation and anguish that comes from it. Together they pick up on the name Loptr, which their own minds are able to understand as a reference to Loki.

The electricity seems to fade in time with the thunder and clouds, settles back into both Thor and Ash with no affect to either.

Ash’s eyes tear in mirror to Thor’s, hands fist as the god’s do. “...Your father sold your brother into slavery?” Their faces share the horror.

And now we’ve all met Ash, yay! Kinda dig that Odin’s own words are what trip his spell up; Thor can remember “Loptr” so, if nothing else, he knows that’s who he’s supposed to find..sorta anyway, lol! Also, low-blow using Frigga to lure Thor from Loki...you’re the worst, Odin. (Didn’t really expect Lynk and Ash to reveal to Thor his power comes from within and not, you know, from his hammer, but oh well.) ...Next piece I should be back to Loki!

(Gifs found on Google, then combined by me)

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wiypt-writes · 4 years ago

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Stark Spangled Banner

Ch60: Proof Tony Stark Has A Heart.

Intro: Katie bids an emotional farewell to her brother, as the rest of the world pays their respects.

Warnings: “Language!” Major angst- get the tissues ready.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

A/N: So we’re almost there! One chapter after this plus the epilogue. I can’t thank @angrybirdcr enough for her edits!

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Chapter 59

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist // Main Masterlist

“Hey.” A deep voice roused Katie from her thoughts and she looked up to see Bucky walk into the kitchen wearing a pair of black sweats and a red Henley. “I would ask if you were okay but it’s a stupid question.” “I appreciate the sentiment.” She smiled at him. “Coffee is fresh, just don’t tell Steve I’ve been drinking it. He’ll only bitch and moan about caffeine being bad for the baby.” Bucky smiled. “My lips are sealed.” He moved further into the room, helping himself to a mug from the cupboard before he made himself a drink. He sat down opposite his best friend’s wife and just took her in for a moment. Her long hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun and she looked pale and tired. He couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for her and just how much she was going through. Finding out you’re pregnant again, with a baby you lost whilst having to come to terms with the death of your brother, the brother you had long since thought of as a father, couldn’t be easy for anyone.

He took a sip of his drink and leaned forward slightly. “So how are you really feeling?”

She looked at him for a moment before she took a deep breath. “If I’m honest, lost.” She sniffed slightly as her eyes filled with tears. “All my life Tony has been there and the thought now that he’s not, and never will be again.” She wiped at her face, “You know Buck, for the last week I’ve felt like I’ve been in a bad dream but yesterday, getting that message and today, it just makes it so real, so final you know?” Bucky smiled softly and reached over the table to squeeze her hand. “You’ll get through this. I know all things considered we haven’t really known each other that long but I do know you’re made of strong stuff.” “I don’t feel like it at the moment.” “You have to be to put up with Stevie.” He joked, making her give a watery chuckle. “Just remember you’re not on your own.” "I know,” Katie smiled, her eyes brimming with tears, “and Steve’s been amazing, he really has. You all have.” “Yeah, he ain’t bad for a punk.” Bucky smiled making her chuckle slightly as he let go of her hand. “Talking about me again?” Steve’s warm voice hit their ears and Katie glanced up, smiling at him as he leaned on the door frame, arms crossed, the fact he was dressed almost identically to his friend only with a blue Henley made her smile. “Yes.” Bucky nodded. Steve rolled his eyes and pushed off the frame. He crossed the room and dropped a kiss to Katie’s head before his hand gently brushed her face. “It’s early, Doll.” He gently tipped her face to look up at him. “You were so tired last night.” “Yeah I woke about an hour ago and couldn’t get back to sleep.”

Steve looked at her for a second, he’d much rather she’d have lay in for an extra hour or so, all things considered but he knew she would be stressing about today so there wasn’t any point in dwelling on it.

“You want any breakfast?” He asked her, dropping his hand back to his hip. “Not really but yes, before you say it I know I have to eat.” “French toast?” He asked and she pondered for a moment. He knew that was her favourite breakfast. And she knew that he knew. “We got any strawberries?” She asked eventually, with a faint smile.

He nodded. ”What’s French toast without the fruit?” “Wait,” Bucky pointed at Steve, “you’re cooking?”

“And?” Steve looked at him.

“The last time I remember you trying to do that you nearly burnt your apartment down and my mom banned you from ever trying again.” He snorted as he looked at Katie. “She insisted on making him food parcels!"

"He’s actually pretty good.” Katie shrugged and Steve preened a little at her praise, flipping Bucky off with a smug grin. “He makes a wicked carbonara but breakfasts are his speciality. Jamie loves his pancakes, says they’re better than mine”

“I had a good teacher.” Steve gave her a wink before he crossed to the cupboard and pulled out the brioche.

“Think I’ll go grab a shower before the kids wake up.” Katie pushed back from the table, her hand falling to her stomach. ”And before this little peanut realises I’m awake and makes me puke my guts up again.”

Steve watched her go before he sighed and moved to the fridge to grab the eggs.

“She’ll be okay, pal.” Bucky assured him “Today’s gonna be hard but she’s got everyone around her.”

“She should be taking it easy.” Steve shook his head. “She had a rough time with sickness and tiredness when she was pregnant with Jamie up until the six month mark and this stress can’t be good for either of them.”

He trailed off as Emmy walked into the kitchen, yawning, pulling her long brown hair into a braid. “Morning, Sweetie, you want some French toast?” Steve asked as she moved to give her dad a hug, still half asleep. She nodded and made an appreciative noise before she turned to grab the orange juice from behind him in the fridge. Pouring a glass she sat at the table and said good morning to Bucky before she picked up the remote.

The three of them instantly looked at the screen when a familiar voice hit their ears. “Tony Stark was a good man.” Secretary Ross was speaking to the journalist “I had the privilege to know him well. He had th-” At that Emmy turned the channel over. “Dick.” She mumbled under her breath. Bucky caught Steve’s eye, the pair of them sharing a grin, Steve choosing not to chastise her for her language.

“Good morning to you too!” Sam grinned as he walked into the kitchen. Emmy looked at him before she chuckled.

“Not you, Ross.” “Ah. Well, no arguments from me there” Sam shrugged, heading to the coffee pot.

“Katie punched him you know.” Steve decided to interject a little bit of light heartedness into the morning. All three of them turned to face him as Sam let out a snort.

“Why am I not surprised?”

Steve raised his eyebrows, the corner of his mouth curling up into a smile.

“Well, come on Pops, tell us!” Emmy urged.

“It was just after the snap. Katie went with Rhodey to give President Ellis a briefing. She had a disagreement with Ross, and then as she was leaving he made some snarky comment so she gave him a right hook, a pretty good one too according to Rhodey.” Sam and Bucky both exchanged a look, Sam nodding in approval, a grin split across his face. “Nice.”

“You know,” Bucky looked at him, “the more I hear and see of your Missus, the more I think I’m in love with her myself.”

Steve rolled his eyes and started to whisk the obscene number of eggs he had placed in the bowl. By the time he had finished making everyone breakfast, Katie was back at the table in a towel robe, hair damp, having brought Jamie down. No sooner had Steve placed her plate of food in front of her, she was up again, running to the downstairs bathroom to throw up.

“Is Momma sick?” Jamie asked, looking at Steve who smiled at him.

“She’s fine pal, the new baby is just making her feel a little funny, that’s all. Nothing to worry about.”

Jamie looked back at the door his mom had disappeared through before he picked up his fork and began to dig into the chopped up French toast and fruit that was on his plate.

Katie wandered back in a few minutes later and sat back at the table, pinching the bridge of her nose. Steve watched as she pushed her food around her plate for a bit, before she took a few bites. Satisfied that she was eating something he tucked into his own.

Once breakfast was done the house was a flurry of activity as people got ready. Katie, having already showered, simply had to fix her hair and make-up. She set Jamie’s outfit out for him and Emmy offered to help him dress to give her chance to get herself sorted, which she was grateful for. “Stevie?” Katie asked him as he stood in front of the mirror, doing his tie and he caught her eye in the reflection. “Can you zip me up please?”

She turned round and Steve moved, his fingers softly pulling up the zipper of her black dress before he dropped a kiss to her neck as his arms wrapped around her waist, hands flattening on her stomach.

“No bump yet.” He muttered softly and she smiled.

“I’ll be fat again soon enough.” Her hands fell over his, her fingers lightly tracing over the cool metal of his wedding band.

“I can’t wait.” He grinned as she snorted.

“I swear you have some kind of breeding kink.” “Not as such, I just love you and love the fact my baby is in there.” He pulled her back so she was pressed into him slightly. “I loved the changes I saw last time.” “You’re only hoping my boobs get bigger again.” She teased and he smiled, arching an eyebrow.

“Can you blame me?”

“Captain Bad Ass is a pervert, who knew?” She chuckled before she turned in his arms and straightened the knot on his tie slightly, smoothing her hands down his chest. She took a deep breath and looked up at him. “I’m scared, Steve.”

Instantly understanding he pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her back “Don’t be. I’ll be right there okay? It’ll be over soon enough.”

“The funeral might be.” Katie sighed. “But I’m not sure losing him will ever be over.” “You’re right it won’t” Steve agreed, and she looked at him “It’s almost ninety years since my ma died. Okay, granted most of them I was on ice for but she died when I was eighteen. There’s still not a day goes past where I don’t think about her or miss her.”

He brushed a strand of hair that had fallen loose from her bun out of her face and smiled softly. “But it does get easier. I promise you will one day be able to look back on your memories of Tony and be happy that he was your brother and such a big part of your life.”

He placed a gentle kiss onto her lips before a loud shout from the hallway told them the car had arrived. They made their way downstairs and Katie smiled at Jamie who was dressed in a black suit almost identical to Steve’s.

“Look at my handsome, little man.” Katie beamed at him, dropping a kiss to his head.

“Here.” Steve tossed the keys to his Audi to Bucky, who caught them effortlessly in his right hand.

“See you there.” Bucky nodded to Steve who smiled at his friends as they left.

*****

It was busy outside the Cathedral. The surrounding street and road had been shut off and the sidewalks around the temporary barriers were packed with members of the public and press as they all clamoured round. Katie found the whole thing hideous, and her hand tightened on Steve’s as the car pulled to a stop just outside the building.

“I don’t know if I can do this.” She whispered and Steve turned to look at her. She was chewing her lip and shaking slightly. He glanced back at Emmy who was on the row behind.

“Em, take Jamie in okay. We’ll be there in a second.” She nodded. “Come on short stuff.” She smiled at her brother as someone opened the door for them. Jamie looked at his dad for a moment but Steve nodded and he followed Emmy, slipping his hand into hers as they headed into the building, Bucky and Sam both meeting them by the door.

“Give us a second.” Steve spoke to the man who had opened their door and he nodded, gently closing it.

“Look at me.” Steve turned to his wife and she glanced up at him, her eyes wide and frightened. “I know this is daunting, but you just gotta get through this bit. As soon as this is over, then it’s back to the lake house and there’ll be none of this or them around.” He waved his hand gesturing outside.

“I can’t.” “Yes, you can.” His voice was soft, but stern, he knew he had to be to keep her calm. “Baby, you’re the strongest person I know. And you’re not on your own, I got you. If it starts getting too much in there you just let me know and I’ll get you out, I promise, okay?”

Katie took a deep breath and looked at her husband as he gently cupped her face in his hand, stroking her cheek with his thumb. She had to do this, she had to. And she knew Steve would look after her. With a deep breath she nodded and he dropped a soft kiss to her lips before he turned and opened the door.

The minute she was out of the cars the cameras started flashing and she gripped Steve’s hand even tighter. He moved so his arm was around her, pulling her close, almost shielding her from the attention as he walked purposefully into the Cathedral Grounds, his eyes not once looking round. In a few seconds they were through the gates and mostly out of the way of the public and he felt Katie relax a little as she let out the breath she had been holding when Jamie ran to her, wrapping his arms round her legs.

“Momma, I just met the Priest. He says his name is James too!” “Wow!” Katie smiled down at her son. “Only the best people are called James.” “So that’s me, Uncle Bucky and the Priest!” Jamie ticked them off on his small fingers, beaming at her. She gave a soft chuckle as he slipped his little hand into hers. It wasn’t long before the funeral party arrived, Pepper and Morgan climbing out of the first car with Happy, the Hearst behind carried her Brother’s coffin. Katie smiled as she saw it was adorned with a wreath of greenery and country wild flowers which, in the centre, boasted the first Arc Reactor he had developed, which Pepper had framed for him all those years ago. ‘Proof Tony Stark has a heart’ was engraved on the metal halo surrounding it. It had been Pepper’s idea of a joke at the time, but Tony had insisted on keeping it by his desk ever since she gave it to him.

As Steve, Rhodey, Clint and Happy all stepped forward to take a corner of the coffin each, Bruce moved behind them, one large hand resting on the back. Katie took hold of Emmy’s hand in her spare one, and the three of them followed on behind Pepper and Morgan, heading into the Cathedral as the familiar sounds of ‘Drops of Jupiter’ by Train hit their ears.

Steve’s eyes were already misting over by the time he was halfway down the aisle. Saying goodbye to people you loved never got any easier. And he had loved Tony, as a friend and a brother. He hadn’t been perfect, none of them were, and at times he had really tested Steve’s patience. But he had been a good man. Always doing right by the people he cared about. As they placed the coffin down, he heard Rhodey give a little chuckle and he glanced over at him, puzzled. Rhodey gestured to the picture of Tony that was on the table and as Steve looked at it he couldn’t help but laugh. It was a picture of Tony, giving the thumbs up to someone in what looked like a court room, Rhodey in the back ground, looking utterly exasperated.

“It was a senate hearing.” Rhodey whispered. “He had just goaded Stern into telling him to go eff himself.”

“Why am I not surprised?” Steve smiled, as he moved to stand in the space next to Katie, who had Jamie settled on her hip, Emmy at her other side. He gave her a gentle squeeze around the shoulder and then they were told to sit down.

Katie couldn’t tell you what hymns were sung, despite the fact she had a hand in picking them, or what readings Rhodey and Banner read out. She was in a daze, until the time came (far too soon for her liking) for her to give the Eulogy.

Steve took Jamie off her knee and leaned over “You got this.” He whispered gently, kissing her cheek as she stood up and made her way, chin raised with as much dignity as she could manage, up the four steps to the pulpit.

“You know,” she coughed and cleared her throat, “I agonised for days over what to say here, stood in front of you all, and not to mention the many, many people watching outside. I trashed about fifty different sheets of paper because not one speech I wrote could ever do Tony justice. So, in the end I decided to go with the Stark favoured tradition, the one he started, and wing it.” She took a deep breath as few chuckles rose from the large atrium, and looked out at the heaving Cathedral before she turned her attention to the front three rows which contained the people she loved and knew.

“From the day our Parents died, Tony took on the role of being my brother, my father and my mother, which for a twenty-one year old party animal is no mean feat. Not to mention the fact he had to get to grips with running a company as well. But he did it. And he did it well, I think. I mean I turned out okay, although my kids and husband might have something to say about that.” More chuckles rang out over the congregation and she paused, waiting for them to die down.

“I never wanted for anything as a child. I was incredibly lucky, I had so many opportunities others could only dream of. But if there was one thing Tony taught me, it was that I had to earn it. Ironic, yes given that we had more money than even he knew what to do with, but he made me understand that hard work pays off. And that’s something that has stuck with me always. Everything is earned, bar love. My brother loved me unconditionally, and I him. Even though he was a pain in the proverbial to live with at times.”

Pepper smiled at this and looked down at her hand which was wrapped around Morgan’s. To her right sat Happy who was also smiling. On the row behind them Steve sat with Jamie on his knee and Emmy to his right. He smiled up at his wife encouragingly, his chest bursting with pride at how well she was conducting herself.

“There was no Boarding School for me. After spending most of his Childhood in one, Tony vowed never to do the same to me or any of his kids, and for that I’ll be eternally grateful.” Katie said sincerely, and she was. “I grew up in an unconventional, yet oh so loving environment. Yes, Tony was a party animal, I mean I lost track of the amount of times Pepper had to ‘take out the trash’…”

At that Pepper, Rhodey and Happy all laughed out loud at the little inside joke.

“But he was on the most discreet, until I got a little older that is and it became a running joke between us all. I can’t actually remember him ever introducing me to a serious girlfriend bar Pepper so congratulations Pep, you truly did tame Tony Stark.”

Katie bit her lip slightly as she felt herself wobble at the next set of words that formed in her mind.

“When I was a Kid, to me Tony was fun. He used to wrestle monsters under my bed with the Monster Killing machine, aka the Vacuum. He used to build ridiculous forts in the living room that would remain there for days during school holidays where we would hide out, eat pizza, junk and play games. He took me to Disney Land, to the Beach, to Aquariums, on holidays that were ridiculously elaborate. I was an extremely lucky little girl. But then, when I got older, he stopped simply being my fun bigger brother and became my friend as well. When I passed my driving test we would regularly just go for drives to a Starbucks that was like ten miles away, just so we could spend time on the open road and sing like idiots as loud as we could. He held my hair back whilst I puked up after my first Keg Party aged seventeen. At twenty-one he took me to Vegas for the first time when I had graduated,” another pause and a deep breath, “but then I got older still, and he morphed from being this friend and big brother person into a true father figure and I knew one day he would make a spectacular dad. Something which was proven more recently when he welcomed his own daughter, Morgan into the world”

Steve watched as Katie rubbed her temple with her right hand, her left shifting down to her stomach, and she gave a sharp intake of breath before she looked at him and gave him a soft smile. Jamie waved at her and she wiggled her fingers back before she looked back up and over at the congregation.

“It breaks my heart when I think that he will never see Morgan start school or graduate from college. He’ll never have the chance to embarrass her awfully in-front of her friends in the many, many ways he could. He’ll never be sat, waiting with an Iron Man suit when the first boyfriend makes an appearance. He’ll never walk her down the aisle. All the things he did for me in his role as my father and I feel so guilty to have experienced those moments with him, whilst Morgan will never get the chance. We’ll all do our best to keep his memories alive but, as I know from experience, there’s only so much memories can do.”

And now she was beginning to break, and Steve could see the tears shining in her eyes, even before the first one fell. Her voice was thick when she spoke again.

“What has happened over the past five years in particular just serves as a reminder to us all that life is fragile. The time we have on this Earth is already short and we can’t lose sight of what matters the most. Friends, family, those who know us inside out and still love us all the same.” She paused, swallowing a little as she sniffed. “You know, Steve said something to me before that really struck a chord. Everyone says that time is a great healer, but it isn’t. You just learn to live with the new normal. It doesn’t stop you hurting, doesn’t stop you yearning for the ones you miss, the ones you love. And as long as you still love them, you’ll always grieve for them.”

She wiped at her face with both hands and took a shaky breath, and Steve willed her with everything he had to keep it together, just for the last few words she had to say.

“And we lost two people in our bid to bring everyone back. My brother and Natasha Romanoff, Black Widow. One of the bravest, most loyal, kind and beautiful people, inside and out that I had the honour of knowing. And now I urge you all do something with your second chances so that their decision to give their lives so you could have yours wasn’t in vain. Make the most of the time you have been given, the people that have been returned to you. Grab the opportunities you can, with the people you love. Go on those trips, have that wine, eat that cheeseburger.”

She was now crying freely as she stole herself for her last line, looking at Steve who was handing Jamie over to Emmy and rising to his feet, ready to help her down as he knew she’d be shaky. “Iron Man wasn’t a hero.” Katie shook her head as she looked out over the large Cathedral, her vision blurred from her tears. “It was the man behind the mask. My brother. Anthony Edward Stark- Billionaire, genius, playboy, philanthropist. Husband, Father, Brother, Friend.”

She stepped back from the podium, taking Steve’s hand shakily as he offered it to her, helping her down the steps.

“I’m so proud of you.” He whispered softly in her ear, his own voice cracking with emotion as he kissed her temple, steering her back towards their seats. Jamie crawled onto her lap and kissed her cheek and she held her son tight, pressing her face into his soft, blonde hair as she desperately tried to quell the damn of sobs inside her that was threatening to burst out of her chest.

She made it through the rest of the ceremony, her hand tightly gripped round Steve’s but was beyond pleased when it was over. As the sounds of AC/DC ‘Back in Black’ rang around the Cathedral, those who knew Tony exchanged a grin, Jamie even doing a little jig in his dad’s arms as they headed outside.

“That was a beautiful speech.” Pepper smiled to Katie as they reached the courtyard, Steve taking Jamie over to speak to the priest as they boy was insisting. “He’d be so proud, you know that?”

“Thanks.” Katie nodded as she glanced at Morgan who was clinging to her mother’s leg. She had a sudden flashback to how she had done the same to Tony, hung on to him for dear life at their Parents’ funeral. Katie crouched down in front of her niece.

“Hey Moo, how are you feeling?”

“I miss Dad.” She whispered, her eyes watering up.

Katie tried desperately to keep her face from screwing up into a sob. “I miss him too, sweetie, I miss him a lot but you know something?” Morgan shook her head. “He’ll always be with you, with me, in here.” She tapped the spot over Morgan’s heart. “And we’ll have our special memories of how brave he was, how funny he was, how silly he was and how much he loved us all, okay?”

Morgan nodded softly before she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around her Auntie’s neck.

"But he’s not here.” Morgan whispered and at that Katie did start to cry again as she held Morgan close, looking up and making eye contact with Pepper who was watching the two with a look of pure sadness on her face, her own tears coursing down her cheeks.

No,” Katie took a shaky breath, “he isn’t, and that, well, it just sucks. No one can replace your dad but your mom is here, so am I, Uncle Spangles, Uncle Rhodey and Uncle Happy. So many people are gonna look after you and love you and keep you safe, I promise you that from the bottom of my heart.”

******

They left the Cathedral and the Media Circus behind, heading upstate to Tony’s lake house home arriving little under an hour or so later. Now, the remaining Avengers plus Rhodey, Happy, Pepper and Morgan were sat in Tony’s living room, as instructed, whilst everyone waited outside for the final part of the day’s ceremony whereby Pepper was going to release the wreath containing the arc reactor onto the lake, only this one would be attended by friends, family and those who had worked with Tony only. No public, no press.

A few people in the room knew what was coming when the helmet’s eye slits glowed with a bright white light, some didn’t. But no one jumped, they were that used to Tony’s theatrics that it didn’t come as a surprise.

A holographic Tony was pictured, sitting the wrong way around on a chair, elbows resting over the back of it and Katie realised he was wearing the same suit he had been wearing in the message he had left for her and Steve.

“So, err, hey!” Tony spoke, a smile flashing on his face. “I’m gonna keep this short, as we all know I don’t really like attention.” At that quiet laughter rang round the room and Steve dropped a hand onto Katie’s shoulder where she was sat on the couch, Jamie sat next to her, his hand wrapped around Morgan’ s.

“Everybody wants a happy ending, right? But it doesn’t always roll that way. Maybe this time. I’m hoping if you play this back, it’s in celebration. I hope families are reunited, I hope we get it back, and something like a normal version of the planet has been restored.”

Katie reached up and took hold of Steve’s hand where it rest on her shoulder and he gave her fingers a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

“If there ever was such a thing.” Tony continued, scratching his chin. “God, what a world. Universe, now. If you told me ten years ago that we weren’t alone, let alone, you know, to this extent,” he shook his head, “I mean, I wouldn’t have been surprised. But come on, you know? The epic forces of darkness and light that have come into play.”

Even in the hologram Steve could see the glint in Tony’s eyes, almost portraying the innocent wonder of a child that had discovered something exciting for the first time. “And, for better or worse, that’s the reality Morgan and her cousins are gonna have to find a way to grow up in.”

Tony stilled slightly and his hand wiped over his mouth as he took a deep breath.

“So I thought I’d probably better record a little greeting… In the case of an untimely death,” Tony gestured outwardly with his hand, “ on my part. I mean, not that, death at any time isn’t untimely. This time travel thing that we’re gonna try and pull off tomorrow, it's– it’s got me scratching my head about the survivability of it all. That’s the thing.” Tony’s hand rest against his mouth for a moment, the way it always had when he had been contemplating something before he shrugged and continued. “Then again, that’s the hero gig. Part of the journey is the end.”

At that Katie took a shuddering breath and her fingers tightened around Steve’s as Tony got up off his chair and walked towards the camera.

“What am I even trippin’ for? Everything’s gonna work out exactly the way it’s supposed to.” He leaned forward, hands on his knees and smiled, and then somehow his hologram looked directly at her. “To the stars and back.” Before it turned and looked straight at Morgan. “I love you three-thousand.”

The hologram faded, the eye sockets of the helmet died down, and for a horrible moment Katie was reminded of seeing the light of the Arc Reactor going out in Tony’s chest on the battle field, when she had seen the life drain from his eyes. She took a shaky breath and Steve dropped a kiss to the crown of her head.

“He always said he’d be the VIP at his own funeral.” Katie broke the silence as she wiped her tears, laughter breaking through the sniffing as the people in the room wiped their eyes.

“I err,” Pepper cleared her throat, “let’s set the wreath on the lake. Then we can all have a few drinks and make Tony the centre of attention at a party, just how he liked it.”

They made their way outside, Pepper, carrying the wreath in one hand, heading up the line with Morgan followed by Rhodey and Happy, then Katie, Steve and their kids.

They reached the end of the jetty, and Pepper crouched besides Morgan and then she turned to look at Katie. Katie nodded to her, her eyes misting over, before she watched her sister-in-law and niece drop the wreath onto the lake. It landed with a soft splash and began to gently drift away in the wind. Steve stood with his arm round Katie, Jamie balancing on his other hip as he watched the wreath float across the water. Katie lay her head against Steve’s shoulders, allowing her silent tears to fall.

After a moment or two she raised her head slightly to glance at the people stood around, all saying their final good byes. Peter Parker, May Parker, Thor, Bruce Banner, Doctor Strange, Wong, Scott Lang, Hope Van Dyne, Janet Van Dyne, Hank Pym, Peter Quill, Nebula, Rocket, Groot, Drax, Mantis, T'Challa, Okoye, Shuri, Clint Barton & his family, Wanda, Bucky, Sam, and Harley Keener who Katie had met in Tennessee. Her eyes narrowed a little as she saw Secretary Ross next but then she instantly felt herself smiling again as she saw Maria Hill, Carol Danvers, and finally Nick Fury.

All people who had in some way or other loved, lived, laughed or fought alongside her brother, and seeing them today made her feel warm, just like she had at Natasha’s service.

Katie smiled as she realised they were the real proof that Tony Stark had a heart. Them, and billions of other people who had been brought back to life thanks to his bravery.

Eventually, in their own time, everyone drifted from the jetty but the Rogers-Stark family remained put a little longer, until the wreath had practically hit the middle of the lake when Jamie announced he was hungry. With a chuckle they all turned back towards the house and where the food was laid out, people already tucking in.

Katie couldn’t tell you how long passed. But she found herself alone, simply watching Morgan and Jamie as they sat with Happy on the porch. She caught the words cheeseburgers and smiled to herself before a deep voice drew her attention.

“Little Stark.” Katie turned and Thor pulled her forward into a strong yet gentle hug “I am so very sorry I couldn’t…” “Stop.” Katie shook her head “There’s nothing to be sorry for. This was his choice.”

“I just wish I could have stopped him that day in Wakanda. Then we wouldn’t-” “Don’t torture yourself Thor.” Katie shook her head, “We’ve all done enough of that for the past five years.”

He sniffed and nodded, before looking out over the lake “I’m going travelling again.” He informed her “Back to space.” “Yeah?” She smiled.

He nodded, “with the Guardians. We can be the-” he paused before he laughed “-the Asgardians of the Galaxy. Yes, I think I will suggest that to them.”

“I’m sure they’ll love it!” Katie grinned.

“I’m going to leave Valkyrie in charge of New Asgard. She doesn’t know it yet but she’s the natural one for the job” He concluded, nodding.

“I’m all for women in positions of power.” Katie smiled. “I’m sure she’ll be great.” “You’ll have to keep in touch with her, take the Captain and the Little Rogers, including the one you have on the way.” Thor looked at her, knowingly.

“How did you-” she began but he cut her off with a chuckle.

“I’m the god of Thunder.” He shrugged simply “Some things are beyond your Earthly senses, but not mine.”

Katie smiled, her eyes flicking down to her stomach. “Bruce brought it back. But we just didn’t think it was right telling everyone, not until the funerals were out of the way.”

Thor nodded. “I understand. Your secret is safe with me.” He gave her another hug before she pulled back, tears in her eyes knowing this was a goodbye.

“You will stay in touch this time, right?” “Of course.” Thor smiled, gently touching the side of her neck in a sign of affection. “Always, Little Stark.”

And with that he turned and headed over the grass to the group of Guardians. Katie turned back to find her kids, but suddenly a wave of nausea overtook her and she sprinted back into the house and into the bathroom.

Meanwhile Steve was stood with Bruce. Neither of them had meant to get into the discussion they were having at the moment but, well, it was inevitable really.

“We have to take them back.” Bruce sighed. “It’s been weighing on my mind for a while now…” “I know.” Steve said, his eyes straying to where Emmy was stood talking to Peter Parker. He turned back to the man and looked up at him. “How long do you think it will be before you can get it running?” “Well, now Hank Pym is back, Scott doesn’t think it will be a problem. A week or so, maybe. They have a Quantum Tunnel we can extrapolate and plenty of particles so, we can even do it in a few different trips if needs be.”

Steve nodded. “Well do what you need to do, once it’s up and running we’ll formulate a proper plan.” Bruce nodded, and was about to speak again until a loud yell caught Steve’s attention.

“Daddy!” Jamie stood up, pointing to the house. “The baby made momma sick again.”

There was a pause as pretty much everyone on the lawn turned to look at Steve who hung his head giving a groan that their three year old had effectively outed them to the entire funeral party.

“Baby?” Bruce’s eyes widened. “You mean, the snap? It…” Steve nodded. “We didn’t want anyone to know, not yet, the funerals.” He sighed “Guess that ship just sailed.” Bruce’s eyes filled with tears. “I’m glad…I concentrated so hard on everything…” “I know.” Steve layed his hand on his arm. “And thank you…but I gotta…” he jerked his thumb towards the house and strode across the lawn, ignoring the questioning looks he was getting. As he did so his son’s face changed from one full of concern to worry.

“Daddy are you mad? Did I do something wrong?”

Steve cursed himself at being so easy to read. “No, buddy, you didn’t.” He crouched down.

“Momma’s sick.” Jamie urged him.

“I know, I’m gonna go find her and make sure she’s okay.” Steve assured him. “You stay here with Happy.”

He headed into the house and up to the bathroom, gently knocking on the door.

“Sweetheart?”

She opened the door and he looked at her, her face was streaked with tears and he sighed. “C’mere.” He opened his arms and she fell into them, his large hands rubbing at her back.

“I wanna go home.” She sniffled. “I’ve had enough, I’m so tired.” “Then we’ll go.” Steve nodded, pulling away slightly to look at her. “And you can sleep as long as you want.”

She sniffed. “Best say goodbye to everyone.” “Oh erm, yeah, you should know, erm, Jamie just told everyone about the baby. He didn’t mean it, but…” Katie let out a soft groan that almost turned into a chuckle as she pressed her forehead against Steve’s collar bone. “To be honest I’m surprised he kept it quiet for so long.” She mumbled and Steve chuckled. “It’s probably my fault” Steve said as she wrapped her arms round his waist. “I told him this morning when you were being sick that it was just the baby doing it so when he saw you run off before he just shouted to me that the baby had made you sick again.” “Well he’s not wrong.” She mumbled, pulling back. She looked up at her husband who smiled at her, his blue eyes soft. “Take me home, Soldier.”

“Yes Ma’am.” He smiled back, dropping a kiss to her forehead.

***** Later that night, the house was quiet. Bucky and Sam had headed off to some bar with Happy and Rhodey. Steve had turned the invite down, he wanted to be at home with his family. They lay in bed, Katie’s head resting on his chest, his hand gently carding through her hair.

“I’ve decided something.” Steve said, kissing Katie’s head.

“What?” She asked with a yawn.

“After the battle, I spoke to Fury. Told him I was quitting, that I didn’t want to be Captain America anymore, and he said that the world still needs Cap and I guess he’s right, it’s an important symbol to America and the world.” “So, you are gonna carry on?” Katie asked, moving so she could look up at him.

“No.” Steve shook his head firmly “I’m done. I’m gonna pass the shield down.”

“Not Bucky” Katie stated instantly and Steve frowned.

“Why do you say that?”

“He’s been fighting for so long.” Katie shrugged. “And you know he’d do anything for you. He’d take that shield if you asked, but that doesn’t mean that he wants it. I just, I dunno, I think he needs to find his own way for a while.” Steve contemplated what she was saying, she was right, of course. She always was. And, if he was honest, he’d gone through the same thought process himself. Other than Sam, Bucky didn’t really know the other Avengers (or what’s left of them) so how could he truly lead them? As Steve knew only too well, trust has to be earned, plus they all knew about his past, as did the public. Even if they were all willing to overlook and forgive it, he wasn’t sure Bucky himself was.

And, to be honest, Steve wasn’t sure his best friend ever would.

“Well that leaves one obvious candidate.” He stated, looking down at Katie. “Sam.”

Katie smiled “Sammy deserves it. He had non self-serving reason to let us in that time we showed up in DC, although he probably had a few second thoughts when a metal arm ripped through his car roof and tore out the steering wheel.” Steve gave a snort as she took a deep breath. “But he never left us. Even after Leipzig. He’s loyal to a fault, a good man and…” “He’s human. Not enhanced.” Steve finished, following her train of thought.

“Exactly. After everything that’s happened I think the American public could use a little ‘normality’, well as far as they can. People will relate to Sam. He’s a natural born leader.”

“And proof that anyone can be a hero.” Steve mused.

“So are you.” Katie looked up at him. “Remember, you’re just a kid from Brooklyn.” Steve smiled at her, and dropped a kiss to her lips before she settled down again. “There is one tiny problem…”

“What?” “Your shield bit the dust, big time.”

“Yeah.” Steve agreed, although he already had a perfectly good plan forming in his mind about where he could get another.

“Mind you, sure T'Challa will be happy to provide enough Vibranium to make him a new one” Katie gave another yawn. “Bruce can sort it in the lab.”

“Yeah.” Steve’s hand began once more running through her hair. He hated lying to her, but he had absolutely no intention of correcting her, or telling her what he was actually planning to do.

He couldn’t, it would kill her.

Steve lay there in his own thoughts, long after Katie had fallen into an exhausted sleep, her body warm against his. He had watched her today. So brave, so strong. She was stronger than he could ever be and it scared Steve just how lost he would be without her, which, as he realised at the Cathedral before, was a reality he was going to have to face at some point.

Seeing Pepper say her goodbyes to Tony had made him suddenly think about what Katie had been saying regarding him not growing old as fast as she did. And there, sat on that wooden bench besides her, surrounded by other mourners, he had realised in a fit of horror that one way or another that he would be in Pepper’s position someday. He would outlast Katie, the serum would see to that. The sudden understanding had hit him like a tonne of bricks, almost making him sick.

And now, after speaking to Bruce before about the next step, his mind was finally made up. He couldn’t do it, couldn’t lose her like that.

What he was going to do instead would kill him, but it was a small price to pay to stave off the heartache he would feel later in life. Captain America was going to take that final mission, to put the stones back where they came from.

And he wouldn’t be returning, for a very long time.

**** Chapter 61

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