#i’m just complaining. if one day i have good skin news i should update it so i dont seem so negative and like SelfObsessed

[kokinu09]

The Alien Armada Series

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A/N: Long time no see! With Z4’s announcement, I decided to jump back into one of my many WIPs and came across this one that was a quarter of the way finished! Enjoy~

Toes the line of T —> M but I’m not changing the rating. Nothing explicit.

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Being the Armada leader of a telepathic species meant having quiet moments with her own thoughts was rare for A-dison. It seemed like there was always someone chirping into her mind with a question or request for her opinion.

The majority of the time, she didn’t really mind. It was natural to their people. But her time on Earth began to make her question whether she enjoyed letting everyone into her mind so freely.

This day in particular had her questioning their extraterrestrial habit.

‘A-dison, the transmission division is doing maintenance on Mothership this evening.’ A-spen’s voice chimed in her mind.

‘Wonderful. Thank you for the update, A-spen.’ She replied silently as she applied a new lip gloss Bree had suggested for her date with Zed tonight.

‘I donated my thermal overgarment to a human who was displeased by the temperature so they would stop their constant complaining. Can I borrow one of your extras, A-dison?’ A-li asked, sounding very annoyed to begin with.

‘Of course. I always keep an extra in the Command Room aboard Mothership. Feel free to take that one.’ A-dison offered through the mind link. At the same time finished her lips with a pop and set the tube aside.

She stared at herself in the mirror; blue hair curled, makeup done, lips plump from her new gloss. The dress she’d picked out at a human shop felt soft, flowy, and breathable on her body. A very pleasant contrast to the skin-tight bodysuits she was accustomed to. But it still hugged her waist just enough to show off her curves perfectly. She smiled at her reflection, excitement and space moths fluttering in her stomach thinking about showing Zed this new look.

‘I’ve decided to participate in an event called “The Olympics”. It consists of numerous competitions on strength, speed, and endurance.’ It was A-lan this time, interrupting her thoughts. A-dison audibly huffed in frustration. But before she could reply, another voice piped in.

‘Do you think you should leave the humans something of their own to compete over?’ A-spen asked curiously.

There was a brief pause before A-lan answered. ‘The joy of competition has consumed me and, unfortunately, I am just so good at winning.’

A-dison’s annoyance rose as A-spen went back and forth with A-lan about his decision inside her head. But she took a deep breath and let it go, opting to try tuning them out as she finished getting ready.

That was until—

‘A-dison?’ She froze at A-spen calling her name. ‘You’ve been quiet for all of this. Would you like to offer your opinion?’

‘Um! I, uh,’ she tried piecing together a response, ‘A-lan is allowed to make his own choices. We should let him explore his emotions!’ She mentally patted herself on the back for managing to come up with something halfway believable on such short notice.

‘Hm, that is a good point.’ A-spen agreed, sounding calculated and almost hesitant.

‘Excellent! I am eager for the humans to eat my stardust!’ A-lan then added proudly, ‘I’m practicing the “trash talking”.’

A-dison chuckled to herself at his excitement, happy that her people were having such fun in their new home. A gentle smile graced her lips as she finished the last few things she needed to be ready for her date.

~*~

For the thousandth time, A-dison mentally responded to another question posed by the maintenance team to her via the mind link. She hadn’t even realized her expression had blanked out, again, until Zed was snapping her out of her internal conversation with a clear of his throat.

She blinked rapidly as she refocused on the green-haired boy in front of her once more. “I am sorry, what were you saying, Zed?”

She didn’t miss how his smile had already dropped and his shoulders sagged in disappointment. “Uh, nevermind, it’s not important.” He sighed, poking his half-melted froyo with his spoon.

“But it is important,” A-dison insisted as she reached a hand out to touch his free one. “I enjoy hearing about your interests.”

He glanced up at her from under his lashes skeptically, trying to tell if she was messing with him or not. “No offense but you don’t seem very interested to hear me talk about football.”

She quickly shook her head with wide eyes in denial. “No, I very much am interested, Zed! Listening to you speak of something you’re so passionate about has my chest warming to magnitudes that rival the sun!”

Zed ducked his head shyly, the tips of his ears burning red as he couldn’t help but smile and laugh. His smile doesn’t fade as his fond eyes lift to look at her, his hand squeezing hers as he once again abandons his spoon in favor of drinking her in. “I believe you, Addy.” He assured her, then tilted his head towards the door. “Why don’t we get out of here, it’s getting pretty crowded. Maybe we can watch a movie or something at my place?”

Her eyes lit up at the suggestion, taking one last bite of her vanilla froyo before she jumped up from her seat. “Yes, let’s! The prospect of getting the ‘cuddles’ while watching a fictional dramatization depicting the culture of your plant sounds wonderful!”

Zed can’t help but chuckle, getting up and happily taking her hand as they exit the popular froyo shop to head for Zed’s house.

~*~

Earth’s customs still confused A-dison at times but she could really get used to these films they call ‘RomComs’. Not only did they help her understand Earth dating culture slightly better, a great source material for research, but she also found them incredibly enjoyable. Even if she had to occasionally avert her focus to answer someone popping into her mind link. The story was still lighthearted with plenty of opportunities for laughter and she found herself glancing up at Zed every time something romantic happened between the protagonists.

Maybe their story could have been in one of these ‘RomCom’ movies.

She absentmindedly played with a button on his shirt as the movie went on. Her fingers tracing the circular pattern above his heart.

Zed had seen this movie a hundred times over the years, one of his favorites if he was honest. And he knew what was coming. It was almost to the great climax where the guy confesses to the girl. The groundbreaking moment when they leap into each other’s arms to share their first kiss and live happily ever after.

Zed knew exactly what was able to happen. So why was he so nervous about it?

Oh yeah. The girl he’s in love with is cuddled in his arms and is about to witness a very passionate kissing scene probably for the first time and he most definitely wants to replicate said scene with her. And he inwardly wondered if she would want to kiss him too.

The way her delicate fingertip drew shapes over his hammering heart made him wonder if she could tell. Did she know what she was doing to him? Was she doing it on purpose to tease him? No. As much as he would enjoy being teased by the alien, she was way too naive to know how much of an effect something so small had on him. Only because it was her doing it.

The scene began to play out on the screen. As the man confessed his feelings to the leading lady, Zed’s cheeks burned but he still tightened his hold around her shoulders, rubbed his hand up and down her arm in a gentle gesture.

A-dison didn’t pay his movements any mind, eyes fixed on the screen. Tears were welling up in the actress’s eyes as a smile spread across her face. A-dison felt her heart begin to race, unsure of how they would further express their love. The human woman rushed forward and the man did the same until they were embracing, A-dison’s hold instinctively tightened around the man in her own arms.

Zed pulled her that much closer, his eyes ignoring the movie in favor of gagging her reaction, completely mesmerized by how beautiful she is when she’s focused.

The characters stared into each other’s eyes, transfixed on seeing into their lover’s soul, seeing the love reflecting equally as passionately as their own. He started leaning in, his eyes flickering to her lips, hers hooded with anticipation. A breath is lodged in A-dison’s throat as she held it there, watching at the edge of her seat to see how the humans express their true feelings for one another.

Because even as an alien, she knows intimacy when she sees it.

The moment their lips had touched, A-dison let out a quiet gasp. She watched their expressions, trying to read how they were feeling, the music swelling into a dreamy euphoria as an assistive depiction.

Suddenly, she turned to Zed. Her eyes were wide and wild as they bounced around his face, something he had never seen with her.

“Zed,” she breathed, “can I— we— I would really like to experiment with you what they are doing.” She finally rambled out, already scooting herself up and closer to him for better access to his mouth. He couldn’t help but chuckle, cheeks burning from her bluntness.

“Yeah Addy, you can kiss me. I’d like that too.” He confessed, eyes flicking to her glossy lips.

Her heart was beating harder than it ever had before. There was a brief second that she worried it was going to explode right there in her chest.

He allowed her to make the move, giving her as much time and space as she needed. As she grew closer, he could feel her warm breath fan over his lips, subconsciously wetting them with his tongue in anticipation. A small noise falling from her as she caught sight of the movement.

She wasn’t even sure why the sight of the appendage felt so attractive to her. But the prospect of what it might feel like to taste him made her legs begin to shake.

There was a momentary pause, a hesitation from her inexperience. Her eyes slipped back up to meet his, big blue orbs full of innocence and begging for guidance. His heart melted with adoration, his hand reaching to cup her cheek gently. He closed the gap.

Their lips touch light as a feather and A-dison worried for a moment that her stardust spark had gone haywire again. But when she peeks her eyes open when they pull back, Zed showed no sign of being in pain, eyes still closed and a blissful smile gracing his features.

When Zed finally opened his eyes to see her reaction, his smile widened. The 1000-watt smile that lit up her face made the whole botched date worth it. Watching this cheeky movie was the best choice he’d ever made in his life.

“Oh, Zed!” She said in breathless eagerness. “That was interstellar!” He ducked his head shyly but the wide smile he wore didn’t falter. “May we please engage in more of the kissing?” She nearly begged.

“Of course, Baby,” his eyes softening as he tucked a stray blue curl behind her ear. “As you said, we have all the time in the galaxy.”

~*~

Even after nearly 15 minutes, A-dison was still far from getting bored of this newfound connection she could feel with Zed. Their lips locked and tongues tangled in this unknown dance of passion. Her legs seated on either side of his hips, his hands on her waist while hers cup his cheeks, tangle in his hair.

Now and then she managed to pull the sweetest noises from him; soft gasps, needy moans. Not that she was fairing much better. But she craved to hear more out of him, testing how different touches and pressures on certain parts of his body drew the sounds louder from deep in his throat.

Her lips trailed down the strong line of his jaw, experiencing with gentle scrapes of her teeth along his skin. Trailing down the column of his throat and giving the tender flesh a trustingly harder bite—

‘Greetings A-dison!’ A-spen’s voice rang loudly in her mind. Being startled with her teeth against her lover’s neck, her jaw clamped unexpectedly and made Zed yelp. ‘I hope I’m not interrupting your evening!’

A-dison quickly pulled back. “Zed! Are you ok?! I am so sorry!” She apologized frantically, checking the spot on his neck for any punctures that might need attention. Sighing in relief at finding none too serious.

“I’m ok, don’t worry,” he assured her with a flushed smile, still affected by their extended make-out session. “What happened? Are you ok?”

“Uh, yeah! I’m alright!” She let out a nervous laugh but quickly decided she could not keep trying to hide it from him. With a heavy sigh, she opened her mouth to explain—

‘Ummm? Hello? A-dison? Are you conscious? Do I need to call the medics?’ A-spen once again interrupted.

‘I am fine, A-spen! No need to alert the medics. I was just, in the middle of something.’ She replied in the mind link.

‘Oh! Apologies! I will allow you to complete your task and return with my inquiry shortly!’ And with that, they were gone again.

“—dison? A-dy? Are you sure you’re ok?” Zed’s worried voice broke through her thoughts, hands gently gripping her shoulders.

“Yes! I’m fine! I-I’m sorry Zed,” she murmured, dropping her head in defeat. Unsure of what to do now. “I have not been completely honest with you this evening.”

Zed blinked in confusion. “What do you mean, Baby? Is something the matter?” His brows furrowed with concern.

“No no, there’s not anything wrong with me. It has more to do with…my nature.” She admitted. “I’m sure you have heard about our mind linking abilities?” Seeing him nod along, she went on. “They are doing maintenance on Mothership as we speak and all night I have been intercepting communications with the crew. Answering questions, giving my opinion, or advice,” she listed off with another sigh. “And just now, I had gotten surprised by A-spen popping in out of nowhere and ended up almost hurting you.” She said, pinching the bridge of her nose in exasperation.

When she opened her eyes again, he could see the frustration and sincere apology swimming in her stormy blue orbs. “I never meant to ignore you, or hurt you! I wanted our date to be special and all I did was mess it up…”

Zed lifted his hand to cradle her jaw cheek, stroking his thumb across her cheekbone affectionately. “You didn’t mess up anything, A-dy. Tonight has been one of the best nights of my life!”

“Really?” Her eyes sparkling with hope.

“Yeah, really.” He assured her, leaning back in for a soft kiss to her lips. “And if you wanna continue where we left off~,” he said with a wiggle of his eyebrows, “maybe you can just cut the connection for a little while? It can be just us for a bit.”

She wanted to mentally smack herself. Why hadn’t that option even crossed her mind?

Without a second thought, she zoned into the universe mind link with her people. ‘Greetings everyone. For the remainder of the evening, I will be unavailable via mind link. Please refer questions to A-spen, as my second in command, or I will be available to answer tomorrow morning. Thank you.’

Then she disconnected. Not waiting for a response. Not explaining herself further. Just disconnected.

There was a strange wave of relief that washed over her in that moment. Relief of the responsibilities. Relief in knowing no one would pop into her head without warning or consent. Relief of knowing she could relax for once.

And the adrenaline rushing through her veins from actually doing it!

Her wide, wild gaze snapped to Zed’s. He could practically feel the shift in her energy, his hands sliding back to their comfortable place at her hips giving them a light squeeze of encouragement.

“Now where were we?” She teased before diving back in for more of those delicious kisses.

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it seems all that i do here is log on & then post abt my skin issues but. i have returned. & now i will complain in the tags.

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Hybrid Min Yoongi x Female Reader; Platonic OT7 x Female Reader; Namseok; Jinkook

Summary: After helping Yoongi get away from his abusive former owner, you’re left to focus on your relationship and how it progresses. That is, until you find six other hybrids who need your help, and their former owner decides he’s going to make your life hell. Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff Word Count: 2,581 Rating: M Warnings (updated per chapter): stalking, wild animal attack, major character injury, blood, implied homophobia, slight internalized homophobia, starvation, hospitalization

Major thanks to @eatjeanjin for beta-ing this and for listening to me complain almost constantly. You’ve been nothing but helpful and sweet, and I’m so grateful for your opinions and assistance.

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Sequel to Fix You. Read it first.

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“Hey Jungkook.” Yoongi crouched beside the pup’s head. “I brought a friend. She’s going to help you, okay?”

The poor pup was shivering, a light blanket clutched tightly around himself doing nothing to keep him warm. He was skin and bones, his cheeks even more hollow and eyes more sunken than Taehyung’s. At first, you thought he had fallen asleep, but he shifted as you got closer, his puppy-like ears--too large for his head and beyond fluffy--flopped over on his head, as if he didn’t even have the energy to keep them up.

His tail wagged once weakly, and he rolled over ever so slightly to look at you. He offered a small, tired smile, his big brown eyes watching you curiously.

“How long has he been like this?” you asked Taehyung, barely able to take your eyes from Jungkook.

“A day or two maybe? He just got really bad this morning.” Taehyung wrung his hands in front of him. “Can you help him?”

You knelt beside Jungkook, pushing his chestnut hair out of his eyes. He made eye contact as you looked at him. He didn’t seem injured, just weak. “When was the last time you had a good meal?”

He hummed, practically melting into your hand when you started to scratch gently at his ears. “A few weeks? We used to get leftovers and stuff from some restaurant, but they got a new manager.” He frowned. “I’m really hungry, noona.”

“I’m sure.” You sighed. “Have you been living here all this time?”

“We lived in the woods for a while, right after we escaped,” Taehyung explained. “But neither of us are particularly good hunters, so it was hard to find food. We had only been in the city for a few months when we heard about Yoongi’s trial. We knew it had to be you, hyung, so we asked around to try to find you.”

“Stayed close when we did,” Jungkook whispered. “Knew we’d run into you eventually, hyung.”

Yoongi’s brow furrowed as he looked from Jungkook to Taehyung. “The other day when we were coming back from the store. That was you?”

Taehyung nodded, his long black tail flicking behind him excitedly. “I didn’t want to bother you. We were out trying to find dinner.”

Jungkook groaned. “Don’t mention dinner. Noona can we go to your house?”

You sighed, continuing to scratch at his ears. “Sweetheart, I don’t know that I can help you.”

“What?” Taehyung practically screeched from behind you.

Jungkook nodded slightly, as if accepting his fate. “That’s okay, noona.”

“No, I…” You frowned, brushing his hair out of his eyes again. “I think we should get you to a hospital.”

“He’s not going to a hospital,” Taehyung said sternly, stepping forward. Yoongi’s ears flattened, and he immediately stepped between you and the panther hybrid. “He’ll find us if we go to a hospital.”

Yoongi glanced over at you, his copper eyes conflicted. Technically, Taehyung was right. Seungri was still their legal guardian, and he was technically the one that should make the serious medical decisions for Taehyung and Jungkook. But you were concerned about what would happen if Jungkook didn’t get professional help quickly.

“I’m out of my depth,” you admitted, making eye contact with Yoongi. “And I think bad things will happen if we just start shoving him full of food.”

“You think Dr. Jung...?”

“He’s been good to us. He understands the situation.”

Yoongi nodded. You knew he agreed. Dr. Jung had been instrumental in Yoongi’s emancipation trial, and he had been more than helpful in the years since with helping to manage the pain from Yoongi’s old injuries.

“It’ll be easier if there’s just one.” You could see the cogs turning in Yoongi’s head as he thought aloud. Finally, he turned to Taehyung. “Go back to the apartment,” he said firmly.

“No. I’m staying with him.” The panther hybrid’s tail flicked angrily.

“Taehyung.”

“Yoongi.”

Yoongi’s eyes narrowed slightly at the use of his name, his tail lashing out in annoyance behind him. “You’ll only put him in danger if you come with us. You could both get caught, and then what?” He sighed. “It’s safer for you at home. Get Hobi to make you something to eat. Get some rest.”

Taehyung frowned. “Hyung, I-”

“Trust me.”

The silence was tense. You watched as the two cat hybrids stared at each other, their tails swishing behind them, eyes glowering. Beside you, Jungkook whined softly, trying to cuddle closer to you for warmth and comfort. It took a moment, but eventually, Taehyung backed down.

“Take care of him.”

“He’s sleeping,” Dr. Jung said softly, shutting the door to Jungkook’s room. He looked haggard, his dark hair more disheveled than normal.

He motioned for you and Yoongi to follow him, leading you down the hall slightly and into a private conference room. The hall was mostly quiet--the hybrid wing of the veterinary hospital was surprisingly empty. Dr. Jung sat in one of the plush chairs in the conference room, leaving the small couch for you and Yoongi to share. You had always liked the doctor, and you were thankful that, by some random miracle, he had been the one working the veterinary emergency room when you had brought Yoongi in--then, just as a random cat--after he had been attacked by the dog two years ago.

“I don’t think we’ll have to put in an NG tube,” the doctor said, folding his hands in his lap and crossing his legs. “I wanted him to rest a bit, but when he wakes up, the nurses will bring him a high-calorie protein shake and something yummy to eat. We’ll see how he does with that and go from there.” You nodded, feeling Yoongi relax beside you. His hand found yours almost immediately. “Can I assume he’s one of Seungri’s hybrids?”

You nodded. “Unfortunately.”

“We ran away at the same time,” Yoongi said softly, squeezing your hand. “Will he be okay?”

“I’m hoping that once we get some food in him, he’ll start gaining some weight. He’s weak, but nowhere close to death. It’s good you brought him in.” Dr. Jung nodded to himself, readjusting how his staff badge was clipped to his white coat. “His muscles are weak, so he’ll need to be on a high-protein diet for a while, but he should be back to normal within a month or two.”

You nodded. “That’s good.”

“But in regards to his owner…” Dr. Jung hummed, his brow furrowing slightly. “Let me see what I can do for him. There are some avenues I can explore on my end that could help him.” You nodded. Of all people, you had known Dr. Jung would understand the strange and delicate nature of the situation. “It may take a few weeks for us to get him to a place where I’m comfortable sending him home, so I understand if you can’t stay here with him all that time. But for his comfort--and his safety--I would recommend one of you to be here as much as you possibly can. Many hybrids who come in for malnourishment get terribly lonely. Let the nurses know if you need anything.”

He stood, then, and patted your shoulder before making his way out of the room. Alone with Yoongi for the first time in weeks, you sighed and allowed yourself to lean into his chest. His arms wrapped tightly around you, and he pressed a kiss into your temple.

“It’s always something,” you mumbled, taking a deep breath to stabilize yourself. Yoongi hummed and nuzzled into your hair. A soft purr started to rumble in his chest in an attempt to comfort you. “Thank you for having my back with Taehyung.”

“Always.” He bumped his forehead against your head gently, his tail wrapping around you and flopping into your lap. “I just hope he understands it was for the best.”

Silence took hold, then, but it wasn’t oppressive. Enveloped in Yoongi’s warmth the way you were, you let yourself relax as you considered your next steps. You had just started to get things under control with Hoseok and Namjoon. With the wolf and viper hybrids under your roof, your expenses had all doubled. Thankfully, your landlord either didn’t know or didn’t care that you had taken on two more roommates.

But now, with Taehyung and Jungkook potentially joining the pack, you were quickly running out of room. If they stayed--if they all stayed--you would need to figure something out. You doubted they wanted to sleep in bunk beds. But moving would mean more money, and you were pretty certain that you had exhausted your list of potential clients for now.

Maybe you could add some services. Web design had never been your favorite, but maybe you could charge a little extra for the hassle of it.

Yoongi must have sensed your train of thought, because his hold on you tightened. “We’ll figure it out,” he mumbled into your hair.

You sighed. “We should go sit with Jungkook. Just in case he wakes up.”

Yoongi groaned when he stood, his fingers loosely gripping your own as he let you lead him back to Jungkook’s room. When you peeked in, the pup was still sleeping, but you entered quietly anyway.

The room was surprisingly spacious for being a hospital room. You supposed that they gave hybrids their own rooms because of how territorial some could be. No one needed two sick hybrids fighting for control of their hospital room. There was a window on one side of the room that overlooked the parking garage and the entrance to the emergency department. The sun was starting to set. You had spent longer at the courthouse with Hobi and Namjoon than you thought.

The small couch beside Jungkook’s bed was illuminated by a small orange sunbeam. You heard Yoongi hum happily as he sat down. He pulled you down practically on top of him, his arms wrapping firmly around you again as he buried his face in your neck. He sighed happily, a soft, stuttering purr starting to rumble in his chest as he scented you lightly. After a moment, you shifted in his arms, slipping off your shoes and pulling your legs up so you were curled into his side.

You watched Jungkook sleep. He looked peaceful in spite of how thin his face was, his chest rising and falling gently with every breath. You knew he was young--a good few years younger than both you and Yoongi--but he looked like he was at least a few years older. In his sleep, though, you could see the youthfulness in him. You could see how, if he were well, his cheeks would be full and chubby.

Beside you, Yoongi’s breathing became slow and even as he drifted off, the warmth of the sunbeam and the draw of cuddles too much to resist. His arms loosened around you, and his head fell gently against your own. You reached over and grabbed his tail, placing it gently across your lap. The fur was still a little fried from the bleach, but the blonde looked nice. It had diluted ever so slightly, fading from a bright platinum to a more natural ash blond. You still weren’t entirely used to the change. He looked good blond. Like, really good. He hummed in his sleep as you played with the fur of his tail, unconsciously pulling you closer.

As soon as you opened your front door, Taehyung was on you, his black ears pressed into his dark hair. His tail swished behind him in agitation as he gripped your arms.

“Where is he?” he asked frantically. His amber eyes were wild.

“He’s in the hospital,” you told him calmly. You were barely in the doorway, and you could feel Yoongi standing just behind you. “He’ll be okay, he just needs treatment and rest.”

“You let him stay there?” Taehyung growled. “We never should have come to you.”

“He could have died if you didn’t,” Yoongi said firmly, reaching around you and pushing Taehyung back. “He was sick, Taehyung.”

“He was hungry. You could have fed him.”

“He was starving. There’s a difference.”

Taehyung’s brows furrowed, but he finally took a step back, allowing you and Yoongi to enter your apartment and shut the door behind you. “Why do you even trust this human, hyung? Wasn’t the one enough?”

Yoongi snarled, his tail puffing up defensively. “Don’t compare her to him like they’re even remotely the same. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Movement off to your left in the living room drew your attention. Hobi and Namjoon sat on the floor wrapped in a blanket. Hobi’s head was hung low as he tried to bury himself in Namjoons arms. He looked terrified. Namjoon’s head rested against Hobi’s, and you could barely see his big fluffy tail poking out of the blanket from where it was wrapped protectively around the viper hybrid’s waist.

“Jungkook’s all alone in the hospital right now. I don’t really care what she’s done for you,” Taehyung spat.

“Jungkook is safe. Safer than he would probably be here,” you said, attempting to keep your voice calm. You knew that yelling would do nothing but make Taehyung angrier and scare Hobi more. “Believe what you want, but he’ll get better care in the hospital than what I could give him. I’m not a doctor. I can’t provide the attention he needs. He won’t be there forever, and when he’s released, you can go on your merry way if you want. But right now, he needed help. You came to us for help. I’m doing the best I can.”

Taehyung glared at you, his amber eyes full of anger and hurt. His tail flicked behind him, swishing back and forth in annoyance, and for a moment, you thought he was going to say something more. Beside you, Yoongi pressed closer, his hand on your lower back. You could see him glowering at the panther hybrid out of the corner of your eye.

After a moment, you felt Yoongi relax beside you, although Taehyung still remained on edge. “You don’t have to go back out there, you know,” Yoongi said softly. “Even when Jungkook is better. You don’t have to leave if you don’t want to.”

“Why would I want to stay here?’

“Because it’s not out there.” Yoongi shrugged. “Reliable meals, warm place to sleep, people who care about you.”

“It’s starting to get a little cramped,” you admitted. “But Taehyung, if you want somewhere safe to stay, we’ll make room for you here.”

The panther hybrid deflated some, his tail drooping and his ears relaxing against his head. His amber eyes flashed from you, to Yoongi, and back as his jaw repeatedly clenched and unclenched. “I didn’t�� that’s not what I…”

“Take some time to think about it,” you told him softly. “You can sleep on the couch for now. At least until Jungkook is out of the hospital. Dr. Jung said it should only take a few weeks for Jungkook to be back on his feet, and then you guys can decide together what you want to do, okay?”

It took a moment for Taehyung to respond, but after a second, he nodded slowly.

Yoongi relaxed fully beside you, his hand rubbing your back gently before he pulled away. “Are you hungry?” He asked the panther hybrid, continuing before he had the chance to answer. “I’m going to make a snack.”

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[honeyabyss]

Phone calls after Mc returned to the human realm

Lucifer:

this man is stubborn, calling you would be like admitting he's gone soft and his pride does not allow that!

so he refuses to call for the first few weeks, keeping himself busy with work of which he has enough anyway

due to all his student council work, a few other tasks of Diavolo and on top of that the usual shenanigans of his brothers, he quickly becomes very stressed

he's at his breaking point and needs someone to talk to so he can release some of his stress before he takes it out on someone else

so he goes to your old room and starts talking as soon as he enters it, only to stop confused when he doesn't see you in the room, remembering only now you left for the human realm

disappointed he sits down onto the bed and curls the blanket around himself

"Their scent is almost gone...Soon it'll be as if they were never here"

he closes his eyes, sighs softly and makes his decision

"Mc? I hope I didn't wake you. I simply thought a conversation would be nice, it's been a while..."

Lucifer's call is pretty casual, he talks about his day, work and his troublemaker brothers, it almost feels like any other day before just this time it is over phone

he does not want to admit he misses you, a) because he'd seem weak and b) he fears what admitting it will do to him, he might just miss you even more

BUT while saying goodbye he accidentally lets a "I miss you" slip, his breathing stops shortly realizing his mistake, he is about to apologize when you say it back

he smiles softly, genuinely relieved about your shared sentiment and whispers "I'll call you again soon then" before hanging up

from then on he calls you every evening and you better jump right away and pick up at the first ringing, because this man is lonely without you

Mammon:

"Congratulations! You're one of our lucky winners of our monthly Devil-Lottery. We'll have to confirm your bank account number with the one given to us when you agreed to participating in the lottery. Would you be so kind to slowly repeat the number-"

this greedy demon will quite literally try to scam you, only to absolutely panic when you hang up on him

he will instantly call you back, constantly adjusting his glasses, a nervous habit he acquired over the years

"H-hey...Mc...uhm, it's me your favourite demon!"

he is relieved you picked up, as it means you didn't block him right away, he stumbles over his words trying to find an excuse why he just tried to scam you

"Ah you know I only did that to test you, you've passed nobody scams my human! You're my amazing human after all! That's why I love you...u-uh I-i mean...nothing...that was a static you must have misheard..."

when you tell him you knew it was him as you recognized his voice, he'll be outraged, screaming into his D.D.D (and probably later getting punched by Lucifer for being so loud)

"What do you mean you already knew?! You dared to hang up on The Great Mammon?

He gets a bit sulky by your reaction, so how about playing into his obvious lie of testing you to make him feel better again

besides trying to scam you Mammon also called to (not so sneakily) check on your wellbeing

now that you're gone he constantly worries about you and he can't do much to help, but if you were actually in need of help due to whatever, trust me he'd fight Lucifer himself for permission to go to you

he'll call you as often as he can, sometimes with a few days of a break in between, asking you about your life and also letting you in on his upcoming money making schemes...please don't tell Lucifer about them

Mammon has learned his lesson though, he'll never try to scam you again, he couldn't bare it if you were to block or ignore his calls

Leviathan:

phone calls? Why? You two can just talk about the in-game talk function of this new online game you play, but no real world talk while playing that ruins the immersion!

Levi will rarely call you as he just doesn't feel comfortable enough to talk with you about normie stuff for too long

he normally just spam writes you, ding, ding, ding, one message after another coming in without you being able to respond quick enough

so if gets too much and you decide to just call him so you can have an actual chance of responding, Levi just panics and almost drops his D.D.D

"Mc? D-did you accidentally hit the c-call button? N-no? I-i see no I love you too!!....AAAAAAAh I-i meant I l-l-love t-talking to you too...hehehe w-why would a yucky o-otaku like me say something like that"

poor boy is so nervous he'll say something stupid and will stutter a lot the first few times you call him, he is just not used to talking on the phone

he will laugh nervously over everything and sometimes there'll be a phase of awkward silence, but please don't point it out, Levi is already stressed enough as it is

once he gets used to calls, he'll surprisingly suggests to have a phone call while both of you are watching the new episode of an anime, so he'll be able to talk to you as if you're right next to him, which works out mediocre at first, you have to tell him to be a bit quieter a few times but besides that it's quiet nice

"Ooooooowhooooooah!!! Did you see that? That was amazing, I wish I had these superpowers, I'd save you of every danger like a real hero! W-what do you mean I'm already your hero?"

Yes, you saw and heard it, and your neighbours probably heard Levi...

on the rare occasions Levi calls you he'll often asks you for favours like to buy him this exclusively in the human realm sold limited edition game, of course he isn't like his scummy brother Mammon who'll constantly asks for things and he'll also make it up by sending you stuff you can only get on Akuzon

so calls don't happen very often, but neither if you really mind, you'll still be in contact through messages and games

Satan:

Satan will be very proper about calling you, he'll check through messages if you're fine with him calling you, so he can be sure you have time and he doesn't bother you

Satan never jumps into a conversation right away (unless he is angry), he makes sure to show interest in you and hold a bit small talk, asking about your day, how you're doing and so on

you talk about many different things with him mostly about your shared interests, but Satan is willing to listen to you ramble about hobbies he doesn't have as well

one thing you two quickly come to do was have book club sessions over phone

"I wish you were still here Mc. I miss my book discussion partner, nobody here has as interesting opinions and views as you..."

back in Devildom you two would both read a book and afterwards discuss your thoughts, and you found a way too keep doing just that

you both write about books, decide on one to read for the week and would than have a phone call where you just talk for hours about the piece of literature you've read

now that you're back in the human realm, the book choices are even bigger as you can read human books as well, you just have to send a copy to Satan, sometimes Barbatos will be nice and pick a book up and deliver it to Satan, or to you if it's the other way around with a demon book

"Oh? No, you're right. I haven't thought about it like that yet...your thoughts are so fascinating!"

Satan will shower you in praise for every little detail that you noticed yet he missed. he genuinely enjoys your phone calls, and though he wouldn't admit it, sometimes he anticipates your call more than the actual book

even though there now is a bigger distance between you two he still feels as close to you as before, not much has changed for him and he knows he'll be able to see you again soon, he'll just have to be patient

"Next week, same time? I'm looking forward to talking to you again. Take care until then!"

Asmodeus:

"Oh my Lord! You won't believe what just happened!!!"

no greeting or alike, just straight into the discussion

whenever something gossip worthy happens, Asmo is already dialling your number to spill the tea and keep you updated on any Devildom related gossip, even if it won't help you much, it's a nice thought of him keep you in the loop

those are only the spontaneous call though, obviously you can't take these all the time...you still have a life of your own...

you two actually call each other every day at the same time, plus/minus a couple minutes, the water in the tub has to be filled first...yeah Asmo likes to talk you while he is taking his afternoon bath

"Hahh it's so relaxing, warm water caressing my beautiful skin, and the bath bomb today smells so good! I wish you could smell it, or even better I wish we could bathe together!"

*water sloshing noises intensified*

Asmo...no....yes...maybe...just stop, you'll fluster Mc!

"No really! I miss having you here, I'll pamper you all day the next time I'll get to see you. You must already be starved of my beauty, but don't worry my dear, I'm just as starved of seeing your lovely face!"

what to talk about while he is bathing? Anything really if it's about your day, any complains or whatever, just expect a few innuendos of him...that's nothing new though

seriously though Asmo is the guy to talk to about any of your problems, he will listen and try to come up with a solution for you, even if he seems a bit narcissistic sometimes he really cares about you, so use your phone calls as therapy from time to time

"Oh darling, don't worry it'll be okay! I'm here to help...now tell me every detail so I can come up with a plan! I'll always be there for you, no matter what!"

Beelzebub:

"*munch munch* This one is really good! Mc you should try some...oh"

now that you're back in the human realm, Beels snack times are very lonely, he has just gotten so used to your presence, even sharing his food is normal by now

and let's be honest Beels snack time is 24/7 so he misses you a lot

he feels the urge to call you every five minutes and sometimes even forgets to eat while phone is ringing and he is waiting for you to pick up

but you can't constantly talk with him over phone so the calls often end up on your voicemail where Beel tells you about all the different kind of foods he ate that day

when Belphie catches wind of his twin constantly pestering you, he hides Beels D.D.D so he can't call you all the time

when you're actually able to pick up on his call, Beel will be so happy you can quite literally hear his huge grin while he's excitedly talking about his current snack

"Have you ever tried spicy bat-wings? There opened a new restaurant in town and it's really good!! Next time you're here I'll invite you there. Oh but what if it closes before you're back...ah you'll just have to visit soon!"

though Beel is often disappointed when you don't pick up, he would never hold it against you, he knows he calls quite a lot, but he just misses you and tipping a message while he eats is harder than putting his D.D.D on speaker and talking to you

of course he doesn't only talk about food, he also tells you about how his brothers are doing and how his workout was, or what things he has planned to do at the weekend, all in all Beel is just super happy to share everything of his life with you

on rare occasions he'll call you and be untypically quiet, that happens when he had a fight with his twin, it's not often but sometimes it happens and his first instinct is to call you, because he feels like he can tell you everything so he is very comfortable and trusting with you

"I miss you a lot, you know...but I also know that you think about me daily, every time your stomach rumbles you'll be reminded of me and that makes me happy, I also think about you every time I'm hungry! Hm? But I'm always hungry? That's right! You're always on my mind!"

Belphegor:

Listen, his sleeping schedule is very tight, you can't just expect him to call you!

he will call you so rarely and if you call him it might just happen that he is sleeping and has phone on silent...or he's just to lazy to walk to his phone, or he is just not in the mood to talk... he takes any excuse to not be on the phone

Belphie does like talking to you, but he is not the greatest at long conversations so he like messages more

sometimes when he can't seem to fall asleep, he will be the one to call you...in the middle of the night...and you better pick up or he gets annoyed

"What took you so long? I thought you wanted to talk more often and then you leave me hanging for a whole minute? Doesn't matter I would have waited longer with you...."

he is mostly silent through a phone call, his main reason to call you is because he like to listen to you talk, it's calming to him and if he calmer then he might be able to fall asleep again

so don't expect an amazingly deep conversation...

"Mhmmm...hm? Yeah I'm still there. I'm listening keep talking, I love your voice..."

he'll bring up a topic from time to time so you have an inspiration about what to talk about, but most of the times he just lazily hum or making acknowledging noises so you know he is still listening

"Zzz..."

he will to 100% fall asleep while being on the phone with you, that doesn't mean you're boring, but that he trusts you so much that he is comfortable enough to let his guard down

Diavolo:

"Good afternoon! How was the week of my favourite human?...ah don't tell Solomon I said that hahaha"

as the future king of hell, he is a busy man, but he still manages to give you a call once a week, to the same time you two would have normally had your weekly afternoon tea meeting in the castle

with the exchange year over there is not much about your classes to talk about left, but Dia is just as excited about any other topic you decide to talk about, be it the most mundane thing he loves it!

"Oh so you went grocery shopping? That must be fun! Barbatos does it all the time, though I suppose you buy less things...I'd like to see a human market at some point, I wonder if they're very different from ours...oh but I wouldn't really able to tell I suppose, Barbatos and you would need to point out the differences!"

this man can talk without taking a break for hours...you think Asmo is bad? Prepare for Diavolo...

but seriously it never gets boring with him, because he somehow finds good and fun stuff in every activity, I swear give him a vacuum and watch him clean you're whole flat with the enthusiasm of a child getting presents on Christmas

the work of a future king consists of so much paperwork, Dia will have only few events of his week to tell you about, if there is something to talk about there is a high chance it has to do with the brothers

so he'd much rather just sip his tea and listen to you, he'll ask you loads of questions though about anything he doesn't know

sometimes you two forget the time and Barb sadly has to remind you to come to a stop for now

"Mc? Did I wake you? If so I'm terribly sorry...would you be up to talk for a little bit more? I'm not feeling too tired yet"

surprise night time calls from Dia where you'll have to speak silently or Barbatos might reprimand Diavolo for staying up all night and being tired the next day, Dia doesn't regret it ever though, he likes to talk you a lot!

Barbatos:

Barbatos is always busy and his schedule can often suddenly change with a new whim of his master, so he can't exactly have a scheduled call with you

so you might not get to hear of him very often

BUT he made it a habit to call you when he is on duty to do the dishes, the chore is somewhat boring to him with no one to distract him

so he calls you and if you pick up, he'll put you on speaker and talk to you about whatever comes to mind while his hands wash one after another of the expensive porcelain of the royal household

"I've bought this new tea which is said to be really nice, it can even be enjoyed cold apparently. It seems to have to just the right amount of sweetness to not get bitter when drank cold...you can still add sugar for extra sweetness, though I believe you're already sweet enough as it is"

no matter what you decide to talk about Barbatos always has at least some knowledge about it, so it's beneficial for both of you, he can tell you the things he knows and you tell him your stuff

"I hope I'm not bothering you too much? There is quite a lot to do today... so it might take some more time..."

you will never get to know that Barb has actually already finished the dished a few minutes ago, but just isn't ready to say goodbye yet

the rest of the employees will be able handle the castle for a bit longer without him, meanwhile he can take a well deserved tea break and listen to you

he very much enjoys the fact he found a way to have some time with you while theoretically having to be at work, as long as he is able to finish all the tasks of his daily schedule, he doesn't feel too bad about his not so legal break

"I fear I'll have to get back to work now, but I loved talking to you today! I hope you enjoyed it as well. I'll talk to you again soon!"

Solomon:

Though Solomon returned to the human realm with you, you haven't heard much of him, being a wise old man sorcerer must be very time consuming

so calls of Solomon might be rare but that doesn't mean you don't write messages every now and then, when he calls you though it's always about something interesting or important to share, he talks about those things rather verbally, the best option for him would be in person, but that doesn't always work so a phone call is the second best option

"My lovely apprentice, how is your studying going? I've found the tome we were talking about last time you were interested in...it took some research to find which sorcerer had it but I brought it back for you. How about I'll drop by you next week? I can help you with your studying then, the tome is written in an older version of the language it might be easier if we do it together!"

Solomon can simply not sit still, so while you're on the phone, he is always tinkering at something and the background noises are sometimes quite peculiar...

Was that a pig squeaking? Are you sure you should be brewing a potion while being on the phone? Isn't it distracting?

Oh Lord was that an explosion?!

"Hmm? Oh yeah...I`m cooking dinner right now! It was just a small explosion though, you know the ones that are regularly happen in the kitchen. Why? Was my cute student worried about me?~ heheh alright, alright, I'll stop teasing you...for now!"

no matter how chaotic, teasing or busy Solomon is though, if you call him and are in need of help, he'll drop everything and run to you

he knows how hard it can be when studying magic, not to mention that the studies are difficult, the constant hiding of any magic in front of other humans is also very nerve wrecking, sometimes you feel like giving up and going back to your normal life, back to your non-magical very human friends that are blissfully unaware of everything happening around them, but you know you could never forget and act as if nothing happened, you'd also miss your new not so normal friends, so when times get hard Solomon will rush to you and comfort you in person or at least calm you down on phone until he is able to go to you

if that happens he is more likely to call you every two to three days just to check in on you

"Hey how is my strong and beautiful fellow human doing? Feeling better yet? Need a shoulder to lean on? I'm at your flat in 10 minutes..."

Simeon:

Simeon is a daily caller as well, he's gotten so used to seeing you every day that he feels quite restless if he doesn't get to hear your voice at least once a day

he asked you to recommend at what time he should call, he doesn't want to restrict you in your daily life, so you both came to the conclusion after dinner would be perfect, as both of you are free for the rest of the day then

He will often write a bit on his TSL scripts, just some notes and inspirations he comes up while talking to you

"How was your day my little lamb? You haven't overworked yourself right? Tell me if you ever need help!"

though Simeon would definitely have things to complain about with how Michael is working him to the bone, he'd rather not worry you so instead he tells you about how Luke is doing and evasively answers you questions about himself

"Oh me? Ah yes, I'm doing fine, just doing the usual archangel stuff you know...Ah please do not worry Mc, my dear! Nothing dangerous!"

over the time his TSL notes turn into random scribbles, rhymes and poems and every now and then something that looks suspiciously like your name

Sometimes Luke crashes the call and wants to speak with you as well so Simeon tries to put the phone on speaker only to end up ending the call and Luke getting frustrated with Simeon and doing it himself

then again Simeon also just accidentally hangs up on you mid conversation, because his fingers hit the button without him noticing, he'll get so confused when you cut off in the middle of your sentence and thinks something has happened to you, only to be relieved when you call back a few seconds later

Simeon is very interested in your day and how you doing, asking you many questions and encouraging you to keep talking

"Oh no please keep talking! You're not overwhelming me at all, in fact I like listening to your voice, it puts even the most melodic voice of an angel into the shadows...hahaha did I make you embarrassed? I apologize, I didn't mean to, I was only telling you my honest opinion!"

Simeon is quite the flatterer, but he often does not notice it, he simply tries to be nice, so a call with him leaves you flustered and stuttering ever now and then, but he is just as quick to blush at a honest and heartfelt compliment

Luke:

Luke might be an angel, but he is still low ranking and therefore has less assignments, besides studying to become a great angel and doing some minor tasks for Michael, he is relatively free

he often spends his free time in the kitchen constantly trying to improve his baking, now after the exchange year not only to impress Michael and Simeon but also Barbatos, maybe a bit Beel and definitely you!

but as Simeon is still working at these times, he gets somewhat lonely so he'll try calling you to keep him some company

Luke has this habit of speaking the recipes out loud to remember the steps better and be able to able to make them from memory, he got that tip from Barbatos, but he still has his moments where he gets stuck and forgets what to do next, you can notice that when he gets silent and concentrates on trying to remember

"Ah right that was it! I almost forgot about the eggs! Good thing you were here...or well on the phone hehe! You always remember this stuff, you're so amazing!"

when you tell him you simply looked it up in the internet for him, he'll get a bit sulky that he now basically cheated, but with your reassurance that he is already great and can remember so many other steps, he is quickly back to his happy little angel self

"Michael let me help with his conference today I was assistant record keeper today, one day I'll be able to do it alone, bit they're talking so much and so fast...I think I still need a couple centuries until I'm fully ready, but I'm working on improving! You should also try to improve your skills daily! Even a small bit of practice is good! Though I think you're perfect already!"

Luke most definitely learned his flattering from Simeon... he talks about many different things on the phone but repeating topic is Michael...just talking to you makes his day and later he'll tell everything Simeon and he smiles so brightly while he reports to him, please keep talking to him a lot!

[malfoysstilinski]

flower crowns | draco malfoy

draco malfoy x fem!reader

summary: it’s the first sunny day of the year and you want to spend it outside with draco. he wants to make you a flower crown.

a/n: shout out to everybody else in the uk rn that’s had to deal with this shitty weather since september and is now in a third lockdown :))) these are the vibes we all need rn i think

It felt as though it hadn’t been sunny in years. You were used to the bleak weather that Britain provided nearly all year round, but it didn’t stop you from jumping out of your bed as soon as you saw nothing but sunshine peeking through the high windows of your dorm room.

“It’s sunny!” You gasped, “Oh, Merlin— Hannah, please tell me it’s as warm as it looks outside!”

Hannah Abbott glanced up from her book where she’d risen early. “I think so. It’s been getting warmer all week.”

You squealed, your roommates exchanging glances with each other as you rushed into the bathroom to get ready for your Saturday off from classes. You did have homework that needed to be done, but it could wait. You were not wasting the first nice day cooped up in the castle.

After showering and changing into one of your favourite summer dresses, you bounded back into the dormitory room and found your friends all slowly starting to get ready for the day.

“Anyone fancy going down to the Black Lake?” Susan Bones asked, “I heard a bunch of the Gryffindors are going down if the weather turned out nice today and Ernie mentioned joining them.”

A chorus of excited replies came from everybody else, but you smiled politely.

“I’ll have to ask Draco what he wants to do. He doesn’t really get along much with some of the Gryffindors,” you said, applying some makeup and then slipping on your shoes.

Hannah huffed. “Fine. I don’t know what you see in him, Y/N. You’re way too soft for someone like Draco Malfoy.”

Raising your eyebrows, you smiled. “There are many sides to Draco you’ve never met. I can assure you that there are billions of reasons why I’m with him.”

None of the girls said anything as you bid them a farewell before pulling open the door to your dorm. Wandering through the bright common room, which seemed to thrive with the sunshine pouring through it, you waved and greeted some of your peers, the smell of sunscreen filling your nose and making you excited.

You bounded through the corridors of the castle, saying ‘hi’ to Ron, Harry, and Hermione as you passed them. They seemed slightly taken aback by the bounce in your step, Hermione hitting Ron before he could make some sort of sarcastic comment.

You made it down into the dungeons, finding the bare wall you’d come used to staring at. Whilst a huge majority of the school would never be able to catch a glimpse of the Slytherin common room, as the girlfriend of Draco Malfoy, you’d been given the password and was updated of the change fortnightly.

Whispering the new one, you were thrilled when it opened to reveal the green and silver room. It was much darker and drearier than the Hufflepuff common room, perfect for when you were in a cozy mood, but today wasn’t one of those days.

“Hey, Y/N,” Blaise greeted you as he looked up from the leather couch. “Draco’s in the dorm room.”

“Thanks, Blaise!” You replied, waving to Pansy and Theo as you walked by them, making your way to the fifth year boys’ dorm.

You knocked once before you entered, finding it empty. You frowned as the door closed softly behind you, but your ears pricked upon hearing the steady rushing of water coming from the attached bathroom.

You settled down onto Draco’s bed, eager for him to hurry up in the shower so you didn’t have to waste anymore time inside. Who knew how long the good weather was going to last for? British spring was unpredictable— tomorrow it could go back to jumper weather and stay like that for weeks, with nothing to do but watch the rain drip drip drip.

Water dripped from Draco’s broad shoulders as he finally left the bathroom, a white towel wrapped around his torso. He looked gorgeous— in platinum hair soaked and pale skin slightly flushed from the temperature of the water. His face lit up when he saw you on his bed.

“Let me guess,” Draco hummed, “You want to spend the day outside?”

“Please?” You sent him the same very pout that always allowed you to get your way with him.

Outsiders often believed that Draco was as cold as ice and as hard as steel, that, even for you, he would never be soft. However, it seemed like only you, him, and his friends knew the truth-- all you had to do was breathe and Draco was putty in your hands. You could probably ask him to jump off of the Astronomy Tower and he’d just ask if you wanted him to do a run-up or not. 

He tried to keep up his tough exterior around you at first, but with every laugh that escaped your lips, every excited gasp you gave when you learned something new, Draco felt his walls crumbling and he had to admit that he was hopelessly in love with you. Soft Draco was your favourite Draco, and it was the one he had reserved for you and you only. 

When people teased you, whether it be for your naive nature or because they were taking your kindness for granted, Draco was always the first to defend you. He’d ended up in countless detentions for hexing multiple other students who even looked at you wrong. You were his sunshine and he swore to preserve you and keep you safe from any harm. Even if he was your opposite.

“Fine,” he sighed as if it was a chore, but the corner of his lips twitched up at the idea of spending the entire day whilst you were out in your favourite weather.

“Hurry up and get dressed then,” you said, bending down to reach into his trunk and chucking him some clothes.

Draco caught them, sending you a look. “You sure? We could just stay here all day, I could just wear this...”

He watched you blush and shake your head. “Another time. Right now, it’s sunny-- so we have to go outside.”

Draco didn’t bother delaying you anymore. He knew you’d been hoping for good weather for a long time now. It felt like you hadn’t seen sunshine since the very start of September, and now it was early April. The cold, dark evenings always got you down a little unless you were wrapped up warm in the arms of Draco.

Within a few minutes, he’d dried off and chucked on the clothes that you’d thrown at him, slipping his shoes whilst you practically bounced up and down on your heels by the door. As soon as he was done, you grasped his hand and tugged him away. 

“Can we pick somewhere with a bit of shade?” Draco asked once you’d made it out onto the fields, finding multiple other students who had the same idea as you two. “I don’t want to burn.”

A group of first year Gryffindors ran by, nearly knocking Draco over. He let go of your hand and went tug out his wand, his nose scrunched up in disgust, when you grabbed his wrist.

“Draco!” You scolded him, “You don’t need to hex the eleven-year-olds for nearly knocking you over.”

He huffed, rolling his eyes. “They should watch where they’re going. I would have only done a tripping hex, anyway.”

Shaking your head at your boyfriend, you felt his slender fingers intertwine with yours once again and he led the way this time. It felt surreal to be outside without having to stuff your hands in your pockets or complaining about rain water seeping through the small hole in the sole of your school shoes.

“Here.” Draco stopped beneath a tree and settled down, his back against the trunk. 

“I’m going to sit in the sun,” you said, moving a few feet away so you were no longer under the shade.

Draco knew you wanted to make the most of it on your skin. He saw it glow on your shoulders, light up your hair and relax your mind as you lay down on the grass, nose pointing towards the sky. He smiled, simply watching you from the shade. 

He grabbed the book he’d managed to pick up before you’d forced him out of his dorm room, burying his face in it for a few moments as you sighed happily, sunbathing nearby. He’d glance up every now and then and become distracted by your beauty, his brain having to force his eyes back down to the pages in front of him. 

Eventually, he gave up, settling the novel beside his legs and moving over. He found you lying on your stomach, plucking daisies out of the grass and arranging them into a pile next to you. 

“What are you doing?” Draco asked, lying beside you, facing the sky. 

“You’ll burn,” you protested, “You wanted to be underneath the shade, Draco--”

“I don’t care,” he murmured, “Just let me be next to you for a bit, yeah?”

You smiled softly, shaking your head a little as you blushed. Draco turned his head to continue watching what you were doing. He saw that once you had a pile of maybe twenty or so daisies, you began to pick them up one by one before piercing a hole through the long stems with your thumbnail. 

He watched with furrowed brows, studying the way your hands delicately began to thread each daisy through another, tying a knot on the end so they couldn’t slip back through. He realised you were making a daisy chain, and quite a large one at that. Eventually, you closed it off and tied it back around to the first daisy. 

“What is it?” He stared at the circle of plants.

“A daisy crown,” you chirped, moving across and straddling him, his hands moving to your hips as you placed it on top of his head. “For my Prince of Slytherin.”

Draco grinned, reaching up to adjust it on his head. “How does it look?”

You beamed as you peered down at him. “You look like a dashingly handsome young prince.”

You leaned down and kissed his nose, watching his own cheeks blush a little. He managed to sit up, your body moving back a little so you were sat in his lap with your legs around his waist, one hand on you to adjust you and the other to keep his daisy chain on his head. 

You decided your words were nothing but the truth. He looked adorable with the white and yellow daisies in his platinum hair, which was fluffy from the shower he’d just had. He looked like the epitome of soft, his silver eyes melting as he stared at you in a mixture of complete adoration and love. 

His hands circled your waist and he managed to pull you even closer. Your sunscreen filled his nose, as well as the shampoo you wore, the sun beating down on the two of you as he moved to meet your lips in the middle. He hummed against you, enjoying the taste of your lip balm and the way you felt against him. 

One hand reached to stroke your cheek, the slightly calloused pad of his thumb brushing at your jaw. His lips worked against yours softly in an attempt to pour every inch of love and appreciation into you, his touch feeling like fire on your warming skin. You wished you could stay like this forever; just you, Draco, and the sun in the sky.

“If I’m the prince, I want to crown you my princess,” Draco murmured against your lips when he pulled away. 

“Do you know how to make a crown?” You asked.

“I can try,” Draco offered, “I watched you.”

Smiling, you climbed off of his lap and watched as he turned to look at the grass. He plucked a few more from the ground until he estimated that he had enough. Draco’s face scrunched up for a second. The boy was clearly deep in thought. 

“You pierce the stems next,” you whispered in his ear.

“I know, I know,” he played it off, grabbing one.

He inspected it for a few moments before trying to stab a hole through it with his thumbnail like you did. He groaned when it ripped all the way through, leaving him with half a stem. Draco tried again three more times before throwing his latest destroyed daisy to the grass in a fit. 

“I can’t make the holes!” Draco complained. 

“I’ll pierce them for you,” you suggested gently, “You pass them to me, and I’ll make the holes. Then you can tie them up as you go along.”

Draco didn’t reply but handed you your first daisy, watching intently as you made a hole with your nail and passed it to him. He grabbed another daisy and handed it to you and you did the same thing, and then he looped it through. 

“Good, now you need to tie it up,” you reminded him. 

Tongue poking out slightly, Draco did as you had said, creating a knot in the stem of the daisy. He grinned when it worked, his pearly whites on display as he practically threw it in your face.

“Look!” 

“Good-- you have one chain. Here’s your next daisy,” you beamed, passing him another with a hole in it.

Draco took longer than you had, his eyes focused and his nose scrunched in concentration as he created you your very own daisy crown to match his. When he was done, he sighed in relief but, overall, looked quite pleased with himself.

“Here you are, my love,” he murmured, placing it on top of your head. 

His fingers adjusted it and moved some of your hair out of the way so it sat perfectly. Draco moved backwards a little and smiled at the sight.

“How do I look?” You teased.

“Like the most gorgeous girl I have ever laid eyes on,” Draco promised breathlessly, kissing you hard on the lips again. 

You kissed him back. Maybe your roommates would never understand because they never saw this side of him, but this was one of the million reasons you loved Draco Malfoy.

[untaemedqueen]

Third Wheeling

CEO!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 24.

Warnings (Updating Still): Smut, Cheating, Unexpected Pregnancy, Unfaithful, Emotional Damage, Love

A/N: Really really huge thank you to my queen @xjoonchildx​ for making me the newspaper clippings. I love them so much! This is one of my favorite chapters because of how fun it looks! And as always I couldn’t have done it without @ladyartemesia​ and @ppersonna​

Yoongi takes a deep breath, letting the September air fill his lungs. Who knew life could be so fucking trying?

He turns his head to you, hearing your soft footsteps down the marble stairs. He notices the small splotches of paint on your skin and it fills him with a sense of calm. You're a sight for sore eyes.

"My baby," he breathes, leaving his glass of whisky on the outdoor patio and walking back into the mansion to be with you.

"I'm all dirty," you mumble, picking at the dried paint on your hands.

"I can make you dirtier." your fiance quips and you give him a lopsided grin at his joke.

His joke doesn't match his mood and your eyebrows furrow as his arms wrap around you.

You know just how stressed he is. You know just how much his heart hurts everyday that Sera refuses to sign the divorce papers. It wouldn't be nearly as bad if you didn't seem to be growing more and more everyday.

His chin rests atop your head and he stares past you to the two marble staircases that lead up to either wing.

Even though Sera is no longer here and she's in the guest house with Jin and your dog, her ghost seems to haunt the CEO at every turn.

"I want to buy a new house." he grumbles, pulling away and looking down at you.

"Why?" you ask softly, running your hands lovingly over his arms.

"This house fills me with nothing but bad memories. I see the leech everywhere I turn… I hate that. I want a fresh start." he admits, caressing your distended sides.

You hum in agreement. "Is it too much for you right now? You have so much on your plate. Let's look for a house together when we get married," you suggest.

Just the thought of marrying you makes his heart flip inside of his chest. The thought of holding you in his arms everyday until his last is miraculous and special.

"When we buy the new house, you can decorate it any way you want." he promises.

"Oh, I plan on it." you reply, pulling him towards the stairs.

"Where are we going?" he asks curiously, letting you take him with you.

"You need a distraction, baby boy."

He shivers at your tone, how strict it is. A small smile spreads over his face as he trudges up the stairs with you. "Yes, Mistress. I do."

"Jin?!" Sera calls, dropping her bags down at the front of the guest house.

She promised him she'd try and she thinks she's doing well so far. She only complains thirty percent of the day which is a lot better than the eighty percent she's used to. She's even held her tongue a few times when Jin has told her he's going to hang out with Leena.

"I'm getting ready for work, mouse." he calls back from upstairs.

His velvet voice fills her with joy and she rushes up the stairs without a second thought.

"Can I come with you?" she begs, peeking into his bedroom.

His hands wrap and tug at his tie as he turns to her with a raised eyebrow.

"No. You're still married." he states as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

She scoffs gently, wrinkling her nose. There's something about how quick and dexterous his fingers are as he ties his tie that sends her stomach coiling.

He still hasn't had sex with her and he hasn't even kissed her after that fated day when she begged him to stay with her.

"Why not?" she whines softly, leaning against the door jamb.

Seokjin chuckles gently, rolling his eyes. "Because you won't sign the divorce papers, like a normal person." he announces.

"Why do you keep bringing it up?! It's always 'divorce this or divorce that,' aren't you tired of saying it yet?" the actress cries out.

Jin grabs his suit jacket, sighing so loudly that it scares the woman behind him.

"Yes, actually. I am tired of saying it. You should just do it."

"But why? It has nothing to do with you." she mumbles.

Turning to her, he tilts his head. "Yes it does. If you don't get divorced, I'm not staying with you. I'm not going to be the guy that makes another man a fucking cuckold. I don't want that, that's fucking disgusting. There's nothing for you in your marriage anymore. You don't get any money, you've been cut off, you don't love Yoongi, you don't even care! So why are you being so stubborn about signing a damn paper?"

She looks down at the floor, playing with the ends of her hair, not wanting to answer.

"Because you're spiteful," Jin answers for her, "but your spite is literally making my pregnant best friend sick. She's a nervous wreck because of you, Sera. I hate that. You have everything in the world you could possibly want. And you can't just sign a few fucking papers?"

Jin whistles for Gaesu as he squeezes past the actress in the doorway.

"I just-"

"You don't want to give up something because you're greedy. Yeah, I get it. You want others to be miserable because you've always been miserable your whole life," he turns to her, cupping her soft face and staring down into her amber eyes, "You don't need to continue to be an asshole. You need to focus on becoming a better fucking person. Not everything needs your input, sometimes you can just let everything go and you can start again on your own. Like now, you don't want to be with Yoongi, you want to be with me. And I see that you're trying, you're doing great so far. But I can only work with you as long as you work with me. And you still being married isn't working with me. It's the opposite."

She swallows thickly, looking up into his blazened mocha irises. He's so serious that it sends a shiver down her spine. When she whimpers gently, whether it's out of need or fear that he'll leave, he brushes his soft thumbs against the apples of her cheek.

"When you sign the papers, I'll sleep in your bed." he promises, pulling away.

She blinks once, twice, three times, watching him walk away from her.

Gaesu follows closely behind your best friend, excited to go to work with him.

"S-So I can't come to the club?!" she calls leaning over the banister.

"No, mouse, Leena will be there and I'm spending the night with her." Jin calls back, grabbing his car keys.

"What?! She touched you in front of me and you're just going to hang out with her again?!" she screams, hanging over the banister.

"One. Be careful, you might hurt yourself. And two, I'm sorry to break it to you but Leena has touched me so many times that her touch feels normal to me at this point. My best friend coming to hang out with me is perfectly fine. And what's more, her boyfriend will be there." your best friend calls back, opening the front door and leaving without another word.

"Fine. We'll see," Sera seethes through her teeth, walking towards her room.

Stepping into Miyoung's art studio, the natural light that bleeds through the glass ceiling really seems to highlight all of the paintings that line the walls.

"Well, if it isn't the famous artist in my very midst." Miyoung quips, stepping down the slightly curved staircase.

You smile up at the pretty woman, leaning against the wall with two coffee cups in hand.

You can see how Yoongi was always fond of Miyoung at a young age, she's beautiful and quirky with everything she does. Even her clothes scream unique and you love that.

The brown French beret that hangs from the side of her head and the long blue corduroy dress she has on screams artistry and you adore it.

"Brought you some coffee," you quip, holding up one.

"You shouldn't be drinking coffee, pregnant lady." she jeers, finally reaching the ground floor and wrapping her arms around you.

"Mine is decaf, thank you very much." you joke back, accepting the hug with open arms.

When you both turn to the walls of art where your paintings were, it's surprising to see the walls almost empty.

The people that walk to and fro with their hands respectfully behind their make your heart bloom with pride.

"Do you wanna know how much money you've made?" Miyoung whispers in your ear, a playful smile spreading on her face.

You roll your eyes, nudging her with your hip. "You know I don't care about that stuff."

"That's why you'll make tons of money." she murmurs back, earning a laugh from you.

People notice you easily when you laugh, turning to you with wide eyes. It's a bit strange to be recognized now because of the Dispatch pictures and it's even stranger when they begin to approach like they know you.

Yoongi's best friend from childhood doesn't stand for it for a second and within seconds she's fending them off with a polite smile.

"Pregnant women don't like to be crowded, if you have any questions about art, please come to me. I'm very in touch with the woman beside me." Miyoung announces, waving her hands for the people to move back.

When she shows you to the art gallery office, it feels like an out of body experience. "There were so many people." you breathe out, sitting down on the loveseat beside her large desk.

"You became famous pretty much overnight. What do you expect? People are salivating for more of your art." she announces, sipping her coffee.

It's such a bizarre thing to hear when you've only ever done painting as a hobby.

"Should I start making more art, you think?" you inquire, crossing your legs and leaning back into the comfy couch.

She hums, tilting her head. "No. I don't think so. I think you make people wait for more. Obviously not too long. But it's good to get people curious and excited for what you're going to do next, y'know? Finish the art for the mall and hotel. Have the baby and then start making more art. You've made millions of dollars on the thirty pieces you've released. That's enough to get people really excited for the next release."

You nod understandingly, letting your eyes drift over the two paintings you've created for her office.

"You're my most successful client ever. I'm proud of it." Miyoung says, making you giggle.

Your heart feels warm in her presence and you can understand why your fiance has always been fond of her. She's an amazing woman.

"Call Minho to help you get downstairs when you're ready."

"Is that necessary?" you quip, sipping your coffee.

"Of course! You're famous now." she gasps, leaning over her glass desk with a playful smile.

Yoongi sighs loudly, throwing his suit pants into his luggage.

He hasn't been able to relax for a single second. He can only pray that paparazzi in Japan aren't as desperate as Koreans.

Staring down at the multitude of watches that spin on their platforms, he gets lost in his worries.

You're giving birth in only three months time. How is he going to cope? What kind of father is he going to be? Is he going to live up to what he wants? Are you going to be proud of him?

He's so worried.

But he's more worried about the leech. When the fuck is she going to sign that goddamn paper?

He opted for platonic parting rather than suing, because it would be messier that way but Sera is so spiteful that he doesn't know what to expect. He knows Jin is trying his hardest to rein her in but who knows how long that will take. It's nerve wracking to say the least.

Yoongi's eyes flutter shut as your arms wrap around him like needy vines. The feeling of your rotund belly against his back has him sighing so softly it barely reaches your ears.

"How are the paintings coming?" he asks gently, turning around in your grasp to cup your face with both hands.

"They're almost finished." you reply, hugging him tightly.

He hums sweetly, letting his lips drift over your forehead. "Have you packed for Japan?" he murmurs, letting the sweet scent of your lavender shampoo enrapture his senses.

"I packed a little this morning, but I got caught up in my inspiration. I have to finish." you announce, putting your cheek to his bare chest.

The warmth of you against his body is so welcome during his time of uneasiness. "I'll help you pack. Just hold me for a little while. It feels good." your fiance breathes out, squeezing his eyes closed tighter.

You're so comfortable within his arms, you have no intention of moving. You can feel his rapid heartbeat and you know exactly why he's on edge but you don't bring it up.

Late nights in your post-coital glow, you've talked extensively about both of your worries and you've come to the realization that they're the same fears.

"I'm going to have to stay inside in Japan, aren't I?" you quip, looking up at him.

He snorts gently, putting his chin on the top of your head. "Probably yes. Does that upset you? I bought out the penthouse so there's a lot for you to do."

His voice is wrapped with guilt but you decide to not dwell on it. Just going somewhere with him is enough for you. You don't care if you have to stay inside, it'll be nice to leave the country for the first time with him by your side.

"Plus, y'know, soon you'll be too big to go anywhere. That's what the doctor said." he whispers.

You smile into his chest, accepting his soft voice. "I know. I'm happy to be going anywhere with you."

His thumb and index finger capture your chin, he tilts your head up so your eyes meet. It's so easy to fall into his mocha irises and the smile that spreads over your lips is so natural. When he bends down, your breath stutters in your throat and the feel of his lips on yours is something so sensational, there are no words that could describe this.

"I love you, little dove."

"I love you too."

Jin should have known Sera wouldn't take kindly to Leena showing up at the club. But he didn't think she would go so far as to show up to the club.

She looks completely terrifying sitting in her booth. She's alone and completely menacing. Even with all of the people around she can find Seokjin in a matter of seconds no matter where he goes and he doesn't know whether to find it attractive or completely scary.

"She's staring at you again," Leena quips, leaning deeper into Taehyung's embrace.

Seokjin hums in agreement, looking down at his Italian leather shoes.

"Just go talk to her or some shit. She's making me uncomfortable," Leena whines, nudging her best friend.

Jin looks over at the actress and he sighs loudly. Her eyes are narrowed at him and her lips are parted over the champagne glass in her hand.

When he stands, he can see her body go rigid with excitement.

"Good luck, bro." Taehyung laughs, kissing over his girlfriend's exposed shoulder.

It's a quick walk over to Sera's booth as Jin wades through the groups of people on the dance floor.

When he steps up to the platform, he can see how nervous she is.

"Why did you come? You know that's trouble." he chides her, sitting down in the booth.

"Because she was coming." she sneers, nodding her head to Leena.

The eye roll Jin gives is so severe that it sends chills down Sera's spine.

"You came all the way here, got snapped by the paparazzi, ordered thousands of dollars of alcohol, because you were jealous that Leena is here?! You're such a baby." he scoffs, pouring himself a glass of champagne.

"I just wanted to be here with you too," she admits meekly.

Jin looks her over before zipping up her dress to cover her exposed cleavage. "Behave tonight. Do you understand me, Kim Sera? I'm tired of having to worm my way out of awkward situations."

She nods gently and when she gets a small smile from him it makes her pride expand tenfold.

"Will you sleep in bed with me tonight?" she asks softly, sliding down the booth to be beside him.

He snorts gently, letting his arms expend over the top of the seat. "Not until you sign the papers. You know this. Don't push your luck." he chides, poking her cheek softly.

She pouts gently, looking down at the hem of her dress.

"All I have to do is sign the papers and you'll be with me?" she asks unsurely.

Jin hums in agreement, pushing some hair behind her ear. "All you have to do is free Yoongi from this marriage and you can have me." he promises.

Her cheeks puff out as she thinks, is anything ever really that simple? She's never found it to be so.

"I'll think about it." she breathes out.

That's good enough for Jin at the moment and for the first time in a long time he smiles widely at her. The expression is so blinding that her heart stutters in the recesses of her chest.

Yoongi is so completely thrilled when he throws both of your luggages to the penthouse floor.

"Wow," you breathe out, rushing over to the large windows.

Your fiance's smile is sweet and soft as he folds his arms, leaning against the gold wall.

The scenery that meets your eyes is indescribably beautiful. The way the gentle breeze in the Osaka air blows cherry blossom petals from their trees and the countless gardens that scatter the grounds below set such mysticality into your bones.

"There's an infinity pool up here for us. It's warm," Yoongi announces, walking towards you.

Your hand lands on your stomach as you watch the petals blow in the breeze. "This is beautiful," you say aloud.

The father of your child's lips are soft against the back of your neck and in your entrancement, you hadn't even heard him come close to you.

"You're beautiful. Anything for you, little dove." he promises, placing both of his hands on your stomach.

The stress seems to melt away as you stare out the window with your fiance behind you. His lips are soft and plush against the column of your neck and it wipes your mind completely blank.

When your fingers card through his hair, the gentle puft of air that warms your neck makes your legs weaker.

"I love you." Yoongi breathes.

There's nothing sexual about his touch, it's just pure passion that seems to bleed through his fingertips. But the feeling of him so close is so heavenly.

The soft classical music that plays throughout the large room is so peaceful and your worries float away for just a little while.

Next Chapter ------>

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[courageous-she]

Extracurricular- Charlie Gillespie

Teacher!Reader x MusicTeacher!Charlie

Word Count: 2707

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! Just wanted to say thank you for all the love on “Needing You”! I wrote this up, a little self-indulgently, but hope that some of you will find some enjoyment from it!

It had always been your dream to be an elementary school teacher. For as long as you could remember, you would play school with your American Girl Dolls or stuffed animals as your students. When the time came for college, you’d picked a program that would allow you to get your Master’s quickly. After student teaching and some substituting, you finally had your own fourth grade classroom.

You hadn’t been at your school long, seeing as it was only October, but you’d been there long enough to meet some of the other teachers. You got along well with your team teachers, and even made a few teacher friends you could hang out outside of school with.

It was a Wednesday and for some reason your students had more energy than normal, and it was taking a toll on you. Luckily, they had Music in a few minutes, so you decided to end the lesson early and have them start getting ready for the special. They were quiet in the hallway, giving you a quick break before dropping them off at the music room.

“Hey, fourth grade!” the music teacher, Mr. G said with enthusiasm as your class approached. You students began to file into the classroom, high-fiving or fist bumping Mr. G as they passed. “Hey Ms. Y/L/N.” Mr. G said more softly to you.

“Hi Mr. G. They’re a little more energetic than normal today.” You said, providing a well needed update on the class. Mr. G smiled, chuckling lightly at the statement.

“Nothing I can’t handle I’m sure.” There was a short pause before he continued, “Got any plans this weekend?” he asked you. This weekend was Halloween and you wanted nothing more than to spend it on your couch with a bottle of wine.

“I was just going to drink some wine and watch a movie.” You replied honestly, “Why? Have something in mind?” It wasn’t unusual for Mr. G, or you could probably call him Charlie, to ask you about your plans. A little harmless flirting was normal between the two of you seeing as you were the only two 20 something teachers in the school.

“I had about the same idea in mind. Would you maybe want to drink wine and watch a movie together?” He asked, a smirk playing on his face. As you were about to respond, one of your students came over and grabbed Charlie by the hand, tugging him into the classroom. You smiled and let him know that you would text him before letting him go to teach the class.

You: 7:00 my place?

You sent the text to Charlie, having had his number from staff meetings. The two of you liked to text during the meetings instead of actually paying attention. You didn’t expect a response right away anyway considering he was teaching your students. You took the 40 minutes your kids were at music to sit in the quiet and grade some classwork.

When you went to pick your class up, Charlie was waiting by the door, your class lined up behind him.

“7:00 sounds perfect. I’ll bring the refreshments” he said quiet enough so the class didn’t hear.

“I’ll text you my address” you said, smiling, “Alright friends, what do you say to Mr. G?” you asked, addressing your class.

“Thank you, Mr. G!” rang out in unison by your students.

“Bye guys! See you later!” Charlie waved, again high-fiving some kids on their way out. You turned around as your class walked to the end of the hall and Charlie shot you a quick wink before heading back into his classroom. Friday night couldn’t come soon enough.

*****

When Friday night finally did come, Charlie texted you around dismissal to make sure your plans were still on.

You: Definitely! But I hope you know I will be in my baggiest of sweatpants

Charlie: Glad we’re on the same page, I don’t wear real clothes outside of school, its sacrilegious

You chuckled at the text, making sure to send Charlie your address and apartment number. Your students filed out one-by-one until it was only you left in the classroom. You made sure to shut down everything and turn off the lights before making the quick trip to your car.

Once home, you threw your work clothes into your hamper and got into your designated sweatpants. Knowing that you were having company later encouraged you to give your apartment a good clean, something you hadn’t been motivated to do recently. You lived alone, but you preferred it that way. Sometimes after a long day of school it was just easier to come home and not have to talk to anyone about your day.

Soon enough, the buzzer in your apartment was ringing signaling that Charlie was downstairs waiting to be let up. You pressed the button to unlock the main door and waited by your front door for his knock. When it came, you opened the door to see Charlie carrying a large pizza, a bottle of wine, and bag of Halloween candy.

“You came prepared Gillespie” you said, taking some of the items from his hands. He kicked his shoes off by the door before following you into the small living room. You set the items down on the coffee table before getting comfortable on the couch, Charlie following suit next to you.

“I told you I’d bring the refreshments, didn’t I?” He asked, pulling a corner of your blanket over his legs. You laughed, grabbing the remote and turning the tv on. Once the Netflix screen showed, you passed the remote to Charlie who gave you a confused look.

“I can’t decide on movies for the life of me, so this one’s on you” you said, opening the pizza box and grabbing a slice. You ate and watched as Charlie flipped through the movies, settling on a horror film. “Should have guessed you’d try to kill me tonight” you laughed.

“Hey, when you put me in charge of the movie, you can’t complain about what I pick” Charlie laughed, opening the bottle of wine.

“Oh! Let me get us some glasses,” you said, starting to remove the blanket from your lap. Charlie’s hand stopped you from getting any further.

“I’m fine with drinking out of the bottle if you are…” he suggested. You shrugged, not really caring about sharing the bottle with him. The two of you settled into the couch, eating pizza and sharing the bottle of wine. You definitely jumped at some parts in the movie and Charlie laughed at you each time.

About halfway through the movie, the both of you had finished eating and were now resting comfortably on the couch. However, the movie only began to get scarier as a really gory part showed on the screen. You jolted with surprise and shoved your face into Charlie’s neck, hand gripping the shirt material on his chest. 

“You can’t really be scared of this!” Charlie laughed.

“Of course, I’m scared!” you replied, voice muffled by his skin. Charlie only chuckled and wrapped his arms around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him.

“Don’t go in there!” you shouted a few moments later to the girl in the movie.

“Of course, she’s going to go in there!” Charlie retorted, “it’d be no fun if she didn’t”

“Who said any of this was fun” you replied, getting ready to hide your face against Charlie again, “I can’t watch.” Again, Charlie pulled you closer, protecting you from the demons on the screen.

As the movie ended, you let out a sigh of relief. You quickly stood and made your way over to your fridge, pulling out another bottle of wine. 

“After that movie, I need more of this, and a new movie to forget that one”

“I’m down for another movie. But you’re choosing it this time” Charlie said, grabbing the bottle from you and taking a sip. As you scrolled through the choices, you landed on one that had made you cry the first time you watched it.

“Okay, Gillespie.” You said, selecting the movie and hitting play, “Time to see you cry”

“Oh, I don’t cry” Charlie said, a smirk on his face. You made a “let’s see about that” face and the two of you settled in to watch the movie.

As the sad part began to get more intense, you stole a glance over at Charlie. You could see tears slowly cascading down his cheeks. 

“I thought you said you didn’t cry” you joked, pushing on his shoulder with your own. Taken aback by the fact that you’d noticed him, Charlie quickly began to wipe the tears from his face.

“I’m not crying, my eyes are sweating.” He replied.

“Sure, tough guy. Don’t worry about it, crying is manly” you said, leaning into his side. He chuckled at you before pulling you closer to finish the movie.

*****

Two movies and two bottles of wine later, you stood to throw out the empty pizza box and candy wrappers.

“Shit, I didn’t realize how late it was. I should get going” Charlie said, looking at the time on his phone.

“You’ve been drinking, Charlie, probably not the best idea to drive right now” you said, holding up the two empty wine bottles. Charlie gave you a knowing look.

“Let me see if my roommate is still awake, maybe he can come grab me” But before you could even let Charlie unlock his phone to text his roommate, you blurted out a proposition.

“Or you could just spend the night here” You stared at Charlie, shocked the sentence even left your mouth. It was probably the alcohol that helped. Charlie looked at you, making sure he heard correctly.

“I mean, if you’re cool with me crashing on your couch…” he spoke slowly.

“Oh no, you can’t sleep on that. It may be good for sitting but if you sleep on it, you’ll wake up with a broken back. My bed is big enough, we can share…. If you’re okay with that” you quickly added. Charlie mumbled a quiet ‘yeah’ before helping you clean up the rest of the mess. As you made your way into your room, you turned on your bathroom light. “I have an extra toothbrush you can use,” you said, handing Charlie the blue toothbrush.

The two of you stood side by side in the bathroom, looking at each other in the mirror while brushing your teeth. As Charlie finished, he made his way back into your room while you took a moment to wash your face. When you walked back into your room, Charlie was sitting on the edge of your bed scrolling through his phone.

“You didn’t have to wait for me to get in bed” you laughed. Charlie sheepishly looked up at you, locking his phone and putting in on the end table.

“Wasn’t sure what side of the bed you normally slept on” he replied. You went over to your side of the bed and got under the covers. Charlie followed suit on the opposite side of the bed. You clicked off your side lamp and turned to face Charlie.

“Sorry in advance if I kick you in my sleep” you said.

“If you kick me, we’re going to have a problem” Charlie laughed. It wasn’t long before the two of you dozed off comfortably facing each other.

*****

You woke up the next morning to your head resting on Charlie’s chest and his arms wrapped tightly around you. You laughed at the sleeping boy, noticing that he was no longer wearing a shirt. You tried to get out of bed without waking him, failing as his arm only wrapped tighter around you and a low groan came from the boy.

“Where’re you going?” he asked, voice low and eyes still closed.

“I was going to go make us some breakfast” you said. Charlie turned so his body was now facing yours, eyes still closed, and arms remaining around you.

“Five more minutes” he grumbled. “If you leave, I’ll be cold” he whined. You could only laugh.

“If I don’t get up, then you won’t have anything to eat in five minutes”

“I’ll buy us breakfast if you promise not to move” he said, voice low and soft. You replied with a quiet ‘okay’ and began to get comfortable.

“One thing though” you said, Charlie hummed in response, “When did you take your shirt off?”

“’mm like 2? Not sure, does it matter?” he asked. You mumbled a small ‘no’ not wanting to admit that you liked the feel of his warm skin against yours. You snuggled into him, hands reaching around and lightly dragging up and down his back. When you thought he’d fallen asleep, you let your hands stop, but when Charlie’s hand reached around to grab yours, mimicking your earlier motion, you continued.

You hadn’t realized that you’d fallen asleep, but you woke up in the same position, only this time Charlie’s fingers were lightly grazing up and down your back.

“Mornin’” he hummed, “Didn’t think you’d fall back asleep, did ya?” he teased. You lifted your eyes to meet his, taking in his bed head as well.

“Well, if you’d have let me get up the first time, I could have had breakfast ready for you” you mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“Breakfast is ten minutes away” Charlie said, brushing your hair away from your face. You looked up at him, a little shocked he’d woken up and ordered breakfast. Your eyes met his and you watched as his fell to your lips. Your breath hitched and before you knew it, Charlie’s soft lips were on yours. 

It was gentle and quick, too quick if you were honest. But having kissed him once already now, you worked up the courage to kiss him again, this time taking the lead. You moved so that you were straddling him, his hands quickly finding a home on your hips, rubbing small circles on the skin under your shirt.

A moment later, you found yourself lying on your back, Charlie hovering over you. He only pulled away when his phone buzzed from next to you. He quickly checked his phone, looked at you, and placed a quick kiss on your cheek before getting up and pulling his sweatshirt on. Just as quickly as Charlie had gotten on top of you, he was off and out the door. 

Sliding out of bed, you threw on your sweatshirt and padded out to the kitchen. The front door opened and Charlie came in carrying two bags of food.

“What the hell did you order, Char?” you asked, grabbing a bag and beginning to open it. All kinds of breakfast foods laid out in front of you. Two arms landed their way on either side of you, locking you between him and the counter.

“Char?” he asked, voice low in your ear. Your face was warm as you turned around in the small space you had, noticing the smirk on the boy’s face. You weren’t sure how to respond, the nickname just kind of slipped out. But before you could respond, Charlie’s hand gently held your chin and his lips met yours once again. “Don’t worry” he said against your lips, “I like it”

He quickly lifted you onto the counter, slipping in between your legs and placing another kiss against your lips. The two of you stayed like that for a bit, tasting each of the foods that Charlie had ordered.

*****

As the two of you cleaned up the kitchen a little while later you asked, “So, am I going to have to compete for your attention at school?” Charlie gave you a confused look, not sure what you meant by that statement. “Considering how all the fourth and fifth grade girls have the biggest crushes on you?” you asked, a smile playing at your lips.

Charlie chuckled, coming over to rest his hands on your hips, forehead resting against your own. “You’re the only one who gets this kind of attention” he quietly said before placing a kiss on your lips. You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for more.

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Surface Too Soon .3

@tortilla-of-courage @emenerd hey look it’s chapter 3. Two chapters in a day and I’m on a roll.

General warnings because Ghirahim is in this chapter and he’s, well, he’s Ghirahim. And he’s being creepy.

Anyways, enjoy! (And to Tortilla, sorry for torturing you with vague updates as I wrote. The boy is fine, just shaken up and scared.)

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Chapter 3: On The Surface

Link did his best to swallow back every pained whimper as the strange woman ran her hands over his body. He still didn’t want to move, because ow, and it wasn’t like he was in a position to complain.

He’d already survived, which was more than he’d expected after he made it past the clouds.

He did end up crying out as she made it to his ankle, jerking it up away from her, sparking more pain along his leg and side.

She sat back, glaring at him slightly.

“Well, you’re not walking,” she huffed, glaring at the offending ankle, which was throbbing quite painfully. “I’ll need to actually be allowed to take a look at that to assess the damage,”

Link frowned at her, shifting his leg a bit further away.

This seemed to frustrate the woman further. “I am trying to help you. I can’t do that unless you let me.”

Link considered this, and considered the pain he was in, and then considered that, ulterior motives aside, he had no idea where he could find help without this woman. Slowly, because ow, he moved his leg back down to her.

He had to grit his teeth as she slid off his boot and sock to inspect his ankle, and then declared it not broken, but still very badly injured.

His ribs, it turned out, were broken in a few places. Which explains the crack he felt.

One of his shoulders had been dislocated, which the woman popped back into place, which was a LOT of ow.

Eventually, with a lot of complaining and pained noises and slow movements, she got Link sitting up against the sand he’d sid down. So he was still kinda laying down.

Which is when he finally got a look at his surroundings. Hard, red rock rose up all around him, the slope above and behind him was all loose sand, and some kind of thick, red liquid sloshed nearby, giving off heat.

“Who are you?” He asked, and filed away quickly that ow, talking hurts.

The woman looked at him, pausing from where she was using the fabric that had been covering her face to wrap his foot. She looked very annoyed for some reason he couldn’t identify.

Link didn’t know why he’d pissed her off by landing here, but he felt a bit bad for it.

“My name is Impa,” she said finally, turning back to his ankle. “I am a servant to the goddess Hylia, meant to protect the Spirit Maiden on her journey to fulfil her destiny,” she finished tying off the fabric and looked up to meet Link’s eyes. “You are not her,”

He lifted his good arm, since the other still hurt to move. “Is that why you’re mad at me?”

She frowned at him, like he wasn’t making sense.

“I’m sorry,” he said, hoping that would help.

This got him a glare.

“You do not need to apologize for not being who I was waiting for,” Impa told him bluntly. “I’m mad, but not at you. I’m mad because you shouldn’t be down here yet. I should be meeting the Spirit Maiden, not the Chosen Hero. Regardless, you are in no shape to fulfil your duty, and I see no sign of Her Grace arriving here. I’ll take you somewhere safer to heal, and we’ll talk more about your destiny then,”

Link had no idea what she meant by most of that, but it was nice to know she wasn’t mad at him.

He did make a few pained noises as she picked him up, balancing him in her arms.

Every movement as she carried him away from the heat and rocks was ow, ow, ow. He really was a giant bruise by now. Also ow.

The green that started popping up was awe inducing. Especially as there came more and more green. Link had never seen so much green before. And the trees! There were so many trees!

He probably should have paid more attention to where they were going, but he was too enthralled with his surroundings to care.

Which was when he noticed the tiny birds.

All thoughts of pain and worry were out the window at this discovery, and he all but begged Impa to stop and let him look at the tiny birds. She said later, and he tried pouting, which didn’t work, and then needled away until she agreed to bring him a tiny bird to hold when they stopped.

That had Link very excited.

Eventually, Link was set down on a very big plant, Impa called it a mushroom when he asked, and was told to stay put. Impa promised to bring him a tiny bird and some healing items.

Link, of course, did not stay put.

His right ankle couldn’t support his weight, so he ended up crawling around instead, doing his best to keep his weight off his left arm.

When Impa got back and finally found him, he was lying on his stomach and chatting with a small creature he met called a kikwi, who was also face down on the ground.

Impa was not pleased in the least.

He drank the potion she brought him, and even got to hold one of the tiny birds after he’d done so. It felt so small and fragile in his hands, and it was so cute. Even his new kikwi friend stood up to also coo over the tiny bird with him.

Machi didn’t understand why Link was so fascinated with the bird, but Machi also was a bit confused by the whole ‘came from the sky thing’, so Link didn’t hold it against him.

Impa just seemed frustrated with him, proceeding to lecture him about why laying on his stomach was bad for his ribs and how he was just going to hurt himself more. Something about pressure on the breaks or whatever.

Link was only about half listening to her. Oh he was trying to pay attention to what she was saying, of course he was. He always got in trouble in class for not focusing, and he knew it was even more important to focus on what she was telling him down here, with so many unknowns.

But, there was just so much happening around him! The trees here were HUGE! And there were so many new kinds of plants! And what even was a mushroom and were they all that big? And the little bird was falling asleep in his hands, which was adorable, and there were more birds flying around. And there was a new bug he’d never seen before on the wall over there.

It was hard to focus on her, was the point. He kept getting distracted by all the new things to look at.

“Are you even listening to me?” She asked, frowning at him.

Link, realizing he’d zoned out and missed most of what she’d said, responded as tactfully as he could think of.

He lifted up the tiny bird to her slightly. “I can feel it’s heartbeat,”

Impa slapped her face.

Link got the slightest hint that maybe, maybe, he was pissing her off a bit.

“I’m sorry,” he said, watching her drag the hand down her face. “There’s just a lot of new things around and I’m having trouble focusing on you. If it helps, I’ve kinda always had trouble paying attention when surrounded by new things,”

She looked very unimpressed.

“Fine,” she sighed. “We’ll talk about all that later. But no more lying on your stomach,”

Link nodded seriously, or as seriously as he could manage. “Yes, ma’am.”

She looked very tired, and while Link didn’t know how much time had passed since he’d fallen that morning (he’d never been good with time and today was not a good day for that) he was still pretty sure it was too early in the day for her to look so exhausted.

He was pretty sure he was at fault for that. Maybe he should apologize?

“Are you hungry?” Impa asked finally, after just looking at him for a while.

Link was about to say no, but then his stomach growled and so he nodded instead. Food never hurt, he figured.

“Stay put. I mean it this time,” Impa pointed at him firmly. “I’ll be right back,”

Link watched her walk off, and figured maybe he should actually listen this time. She had seemed awful annoyed.

“So, what’s it like in the sky?” Machi asked as the silence dragged on.

“Oh, it’s great!” Link grinned. “The stories say the goddess sent us up there a long time ago to protect us. We ride around on big birds called loftwings, and it’s so pretty, and I was supposed to participate in this competition called the Wing Ceremony so I could graduate into the senior class and become a knight. Actually, I wonder who won it. I mean, I know Zelda will be disappointed- HOLY HYLIA ZELDA!”

The bird in his hands startled and flew away, and Machi fell over at Link’s outburst. Link’s hands shot up to fist in his hair, panic and worry constricting his chest.

“Zelda is probably so worried about me! I have to get back to Skyloft, I need to tell her I’m okay!” Link gasped, suddenly remembering that little detail he’d forgotten in his excitement. “I gotta get back to the sky!”

“I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed then, Sky Child,”

Link didn’t like the way that voice slithered along his spine like a snake, making all the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

He slowly turned his head to see someone standing on one of the mushrooms, smiling at him like a remlit that had just caught a butterfly.

This individual, probably a man if Link had to guess, was very pale, skin fitted white clothing stuck tight like a second skin and a deep red cape sat around the man’s shoulders. Sharp, too big eyes watched Link like he was the most fascinating and precious thing in the world, and it made him feel very uncomfortable. He didn’t like the way this man was looking at him, eyes taking in his form and tracking even the rise and fall of his chest as he wrestled to keep his breathing under control.

There was something very wrong about this man, and Link wanted to be as far away from him as possible. Unfortunately, he wasn’t sure if his leg could support his weight yet, not that he’d be able to run very far even if it could.

Where was Impa? She said she’d be right back.

“Don’t bother looking for your bodyguard,” the man grinned, noticing Link breaking eye contact to scan the forest where Impa had gone. “She’s a bit, tied up right now,”

The smile on the man’s face made every nerve and muscle in Link’s body scream “RUN!” at him. But he couldn’t run, he’d never make it away in time.

Stall! He thought desperately at himself. Stall so Impa can get back and get you out of here!

“Wh-who are you?” Link asked, fighting his throat and hating how shaky he sounded.

He’d never been in real danger before, though he was pretty sure that’s what this was, and he was terrified. He didn’t know what to do here!

The man grinned wider, and Link felt his stomach twist into uncomfortable knots.

“Oh how rude,” the man cooed. “I hadn’t introduced myself. I am the Demon Lord who presides over the land you look down upon, this world you call the Surface,” he vanished in a cloud of diamonds, then reappeared inches from Link’s face. “You may call me Ghirahim. In truth, I much prefer to be indulged with my full title: Lord Ghirahim. But I’m not fussy,”

Link backpedalled, crawling as fast as he could to put as much distance between himself and the man as he could.

Ghirahim vanished again, this time appearing behind Link to grab his shoulders. Link froze, fear rooting him to the spot. He didn’t dare breathe.

Where was Impa?!

“I’m much more interested in you, however,” the, the demon cooed almost directly into Link’s ear. He suddenly felt nauseous. “Yes, Your Majesty, you are a much more interesting find. I had actually expected your mortal form to be that of a woman, but I’m not complaining about this little surprise. It’s certainly clever, if nothing else,”

Link swallowed down bile, body tense as he felt the man continue to look him over, even from the awkward angle.

Impa, he thought desperately. Please hurry!

“I-I don’t know w-what you’re t-talking about,” Link stammered out, fighting his very uncooperative voice to keep it from shaking too badly. He didn’t really succeed.

Ghirahim chuckled, the sound directly in his ear causing goosebumps to rise up on his skin. It was warm out, but Link shivered.

“No, of course you don’t, not yet. You just got here,” Ghirahim finally vanished again, appearing in front of him, and Link finally let himself breathe, chest heaving and sending him back onto his elbows. “I had thought that goddess-serving dog would have told you, but no matter. Whether you know or not, it doesn’t change my plans. And you, dear boy, are very important to them,”

The sick, pleased smile on Ghirahim's face made Link want to hurl, and scream, and curl up into a ball and cry. He’d never had to deal with someone this, this deranged before, and he was scared. He was scared, and he wanted to go home. He wanted to be back up on Skyloft with Zelda, getting yelled at for not practicing hard enough. He wanted his best friend to smile and tell him this was all a bad dream and hold him tight and tell him it was going to be okay. Hell, he’d even take dealing with Groose over this.

What he wouldn’t give to go back to this morning, and not be here, trapped under the gaze of a demon who seemed so pleased to have caught him.

“Stay away from him!”

Ghirahim turned, dodging sharply as someone moved to attack him.

Impa!

Link gasped in relief. He had never before been so happy to see someone he’d only known for a few hours.

Impa positioned herself between Link and Ghirahim, glaring down the demon lord and turning herself into a barrier.

“Of course, you’re here,” Ghirahim sneered, lips twisting on his face in disgust. “Come to protect your precious Spirit Maiden, hm?”

“Link,” Impa said, ignoring what Ghirahim was saying but never taking her eyes off him. “Run,”

“Imp-” Link tried, voice still shaky and weak sounding.

“GO!” Impa snapped, and Link scrambled around to get moving.

He knew he wouldn’t get far, being as injured as he was, and who knew what other kinds of monsters there were in the woods. He spotted Machi waving to him and scrambled over, ducking behind one of the mushrooms to hide, waved into a small crack in the stone where he curled up to wait, Machi pulling some of the vines to hide him better.

He could hear fighting beyond his hiding spot, and covered his ears with his hands in the hopes of blocking out the sounds of breaking glass and metal on metal. He squeezed his eyes shut too, stomach and chest twisting uncomfortably at every flash of blue and black light.

He had never been so scared or helpless in his life, and he hated it. He hated it, he hated it, he hated it.

He wanted to go home. To where there were no demons out for him or Spirit Maidens or fighting between people to the death. He wanted Zelda to tell him it was okay, like she would when he had nightmares, or when Groose was a bit meaner than usual. He wanted the biggest worry in his life to be whether or not Groose put something in his food or hit him with a spitball during class.

He was done with the Surface, he wanted to go home!

It was far too long before he realized the sound of fighting had stopped. Did, who won? Was Impa okay? Was Ghirahim going to take him away somewhere for some reason he still didn’t understand?

“Link,”

Link slowly opened his eyes and turned his head at the soft voice.

Impa was crouched down next to his hiding spot. She was bleeding in a few places, and her features were creased with worry, but she was okay.

“Are you hurt?” She asked, once she was certain he was looking at her.

Link shook his head, the movement jerky. “Is, is he, is,” he paused to swallow, finding it hard to get his thoughts across and into words. “Gone?” He finally managed.

Impa nodded. “For now, yes, he’s gone,”

Link felt like bursting into tears. He was scared, and mostly alone, and some demon was hunting him and Impa had gotten hurt trying to protect him and-

“I want to go home,” he said quietly, not even really embarrassed by how broken the phrase sounded.

Impa frowned, gently, and offered him her hand. “I know. I can’t get you home right now, though,”

Link sniffed, reaching up to swipe at his eyes. He somehow already knew that.

“Come on, it’s not safe here,” Impa said, offering her hand to him again. “There’s somewhere safe close by where we can at least spend the night, though,”

Link sniffed again, wiping at his face with his sleeve, and accepted her hand, crawling out of the spot he’d hidden in. He felt like a little kid all over again, like he was when his parents had died. Scared and lost and alone, with no idea how anything was going to turn out or if it would even be okay.

Only this time he didn’t have Zelda, or Pipit, or Karane to help him out. There was no Geapora to take him in. Just him, a whole world full of new things and dangers, and Impa.

“Is he going to come back?” Link asked while Impa looked him over for any new injuries.

Impa paused, looking up at him, then turned her eyes back to his arm. “Probably,” she admitted, slowly, like she was trying not to scare him. “Which is why we can’t stay here,”

“What does he even want from me?” Link asked, trying his best not to actually burst into tears. He didn’t want to cry. He could be brave, though he was starting to think he didn’t want to be.

Impa sighed, putting her hands on his shoulders and looking him in the eye. It wasn’t as uncomfortable as he’d feared considering the last time someone held his shoulders.

“He doesn’t want anything from you,” Impa told him seriously. “He wants something from the person he thinks you are. He wants the Spirit Maiden,”

“But I’m not the Spirit Maiden,” Link said, in a way that bordered on a mix of a whine and beg but wasn’t quite either. “Can he leave us alone?”

The sympathetic look Impa gave him did not make him feel better.

“He doesn’t know that, though,” Impa said gently, squeezing his shoulders to try and offer him some comfort. “He thinks you are the Spirit Maiden, which is why he’s targeting you,”

Link could feel himself trembling, and he dropped his eyes away from Impa’s.

“I want to go home,” he repeated, trying his best to blink back scared tears and avoid just curling into a ball.

“I know,” Impa sighed, and he felt a gentle hand brush through his hair. “Come on, let’s head somewhere safe for now. We can work on getting you home once you’re healed,”

Link nodded, sniffling a bit and swiping at his face with his sleeves.

He hated being so helpless. He hated being so scared.

He just hoped Zelda wasn’t hating herself too much for pushing him. It really wasn’t her fault he ended up down here, being hunted by a demon.

He hoped Impa could find him a way home soon, so that he could apologize for worrying her.

He was done being excited by the surface.

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Glimpses: Part 13 (Kathryn Hahn x Fem!Reader)

Part 1 // previous chapter <<< >>> next chapter

Summary: Just a casual catch-up.

Word Count: 2k

A/N: I don't even know what's happening with Kathryn anymore. Guess it's all going "downhill" from here. Don't get mad! It'll be better soon, I promise! ;)

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A couple days pass before you get another sign of life from Kathryn. It's the weekend again and you are lying on your bed, looking up at the ceiling. Alex is talking away on FaceTime, currently ranting about something that happened at her workplace earlier this week. She always does that, lets people walk over her and then complains about it to you.

You are just about to sit up and shut her down to make her stand up for herself more as a mail comes in. For a moment, you are confused, as you have never read the mail address it is coming from before. Still, you immediately open it to read through, a move that doesn't go unnoticed by Alex, who has stopped talking by now. 

"What is it?" She asks, looking rather concerned.

You are unsure what to say and talk as you read the mail. "Hmmmmmm, OH. Oh it's from Kathryn! Oh this took me way too long. But, you know, if all those "a prince from god knows where wants to send you money"-mails I wasn't sure what to expect." Both of you laugh as you read on.

Just as always, Alex is the perfect example of a nosy neighbor. "What does it saaaay? Don't keep me in the dark, ma'am!", she says and grins into the camera. Nearly done reading, you look up and shoot her an annoyed look. As a joke, obviously, but really, Alex needs to calm down sometimes. You reread the mail and prepare to summarize it for the both of you.

Essentially, Kathryn is simply talking about how she had broken her phone on the way to Europe as they made their way through the airport and spent a couple days hunting down your e-mail address to reach out to you again. She doesn't have a new phone just yet, because she took it as a chance to dive into the script and prepare for the shooting, but feels like it's about time she updates and checks in on you. Furthermore, to really focus on the movie, she decided to not cope the numbers from her old phone just now. Instead, she got a completely new, empty phone and only handed out her number to a handful of people, so she can really be one with the project.

It takes a while for you to understand that this means you are special to her and she chose you out of (probably) a lot of people to stay in contact with. If it wasn't for Alex, you would probably fall into a hole now and over analyze if this means more or not, but she interrupts your train of thought, as always.

"Isn't that just SO Kathryn? Like, I can totally see her sitting there, choosing not to have a phone so she can read her scripts in peace and become her character. That's how passionate she is, ugh, I love her."

Usually, you would agree and say you love her, too, but as of lately you can't bring yourself to say these words out loud anymore, since they feel way too intimate considering the relationship you have formed with Kathryn over the last couple of weeks. So, instead of saying anything, you simply nod and read the mail again before typing the number she provided you with into your phone.

A part of you is very happy about the mail and Kathryn's update, but you have to admit that there is also a part of you that wishes she would've said something about missing you. You miss her,  mentally and physically. You miss her touch and her warmth and, thinking about it for a little too long, you miss what kissing her lips feels like. And you miss how her hair feels on your skin as she bends over you. If you're being honest, you simply miss everything about her.

Alex seems to sense your thoughts and breaks the silence. "You miss her, don't you?"

You don't want to think about it any deeper as you can feel some tears forming in the corners of your eyes. Instead, you just nod as you bite the inside of your lower lip, holding them back.

"You know, Y/N. You should tell her. I am really sure she misses you, too. Like, in THAT way. If you tell me everything that happens between the two of you at all times, then I'm pretty sure she is in love with you, too, you know?" "I AM NOT IN LOVE WITH HER!", you suddenly jump and get way louder than you meant to be. Or are you? Hell, you don't even know anymore. Fact is, Kathryn is gone and won't be back for a while and there is no way for you to change that and that is why you shouldn't dwell into those feelings because after all you'll just get hurt anyway.

You decide to shoot a quick message to the number Kathryn provided you with and let her know you read the mail and hope she is doing alright. Also you can't help but tell her how incredibly boring life is without her - could be seen as you telling her you miss her, but doesn't have to be read that way if she doesn't want it.

Alex finally rants about work a little longer before you decide to watch a movie together since it's getting late on her end and you usually spend your Sundays watching a movie or two, whenever both of you are available. 

It takes Kathryn until around noon the next day to answer your message and she seems rather stressed, as it simply reads "Let's catch up tonight! x", as if she didn't even get to finish typing it all out. Excited for the night, you plan out the rest of the day and secretly hope she will acknowledged any kind of feelings she might have in any way, so you can finally talk it all out. 

You're sitting outside in your mom's garden in between all of her flowers on a comfy garden bench as the call comes in and decide to take it with your computer that is placed on the garden table beside you. This way, you can sit and act more comfortably and can grab a blanket or pillow with your hands instead of holding onto your phone.

"Hiya Hon! I missed your face!" Kathryn speaks in excitement as her wide grin fills the screen. She is also taking the call with a computer, as she is just putting her phone away when she sees you.

You smile softly and a warm fuzzy feeling makes itself at home in your body. „Hey Kathryn.. you look beautiful tonight, as always.“

Kathryn blushes as a cheeky smile plays along her lips and makes herself comfortable on the couch that's placed next to the hotel room window. You can see the last couple of sunrays cradling her face as she leans back and the sun hits her features through the open window. She is wearing a white loose shirt and a thin golden necklace is resting around her neck. Her fingers caress the cold metal as she looks at you, softly biting the right side of her lover lip.

„How are you doing, Sweetie?“ she says and you don’t know what to reply. You want to tell her that you miss her - more than just physically -, you want to tell her that she is occupying your thoughts and dreams and that you want to be with her and how it crushes you that she isn’t with you right now. Yet, something is holding you back, because somehow, you feel like she needs to be the one to bring it up first.

Your breath hitches as she does. „I miss you, honey.“

Your heart is racing and you can feel it beating in your throat in anticipation of what she might say next. „I miss sitting with you and laughing, yeah, but I also really miss kissing you. I can’t believe we don’t get to do that for such a long time.“ She groans.

Yeah. That. Of course she misses that. You sink back into the couch, slightly disappointed, but at the same time - what did you expect?

She notices. „Is everything alright, Love?“ she seems worried.

„Yeah! I’m good. It’s just been a rough week and not being able to sit and, you know, spent time with you just seems wrong.“ You’re not lying.

She nods. „It does. You’re right.“

„I know.“ For a moment, both of you fall silent, caught up in your thoughts. Kathryn is still playing with her necklace, as she is lying on the couch in a very relaxed position with her foot propped up and, all of a sudden, looks absolutely heartbroken.

You can’t stand to see her like this and decide to change the topic. You sit up straight again. „So… HOW IS IT? Tell me all about it! The set, the project, YOUR COLLEAGUES and like… I know you can’t really tell me anything, but like… TELL ME EVERYTHING.“

Her laughter fills the room. You did it, you made both of you happy. „Alright, well. It seems to be a very suspenseful movie and the cast is just great. Lots of people my age but also a couple young ones that remind me of you,“ she winks. „I enjoy working here very much so far.“

Speaking about other people has your attention, so you decide to dig deeper. „So, they all treat you like the Queen you are.“

She waves it off. „Oh SHUSH. You are crazy. Although… you are not wrong, all of them treat me very well.“ 

A small smile plays around her lips and, for a moment, you wonder why, but she is already changing the topic. “We’re actually going out for dinner in the upcoming week. I am very excited. It’s gonna be just a couple of us, but, you know me, I love connecting with the others. Bouncing off ideas and all.”

You nod. You DO know her. “That sounds amazing Kathryn! I am beyond excited for you.”

In the distance, you can hear thunder and see the clouds getting darker. Looking back at her, you catch her yawning. “Hey you? It’s getting stormy out here," You look around you again. "I think there’s a storm coming.”

“OH NO.” She mumbles, before she yawns again.

“ALSO,” you try to get her attention back. “You, ma’am, seem to be pretty tired tonight.”

Forcefully keeping her eyes open, she scans your face. “NEVER. I am never tired. I always go to bed late.” She laughs.

“Kathryn…” you really don’t want to be a literal mom in front of her again, but she doesn’t actually leave you a choice.

“I KNOW, I know,” she laughs. “I had a night shoot last night and I think I can finally feel the aftermath.” She yawns again. This time, you yawn with her. “See, you’re tired, too, and I can actually hear AND see the storm approaching behind you. I need you to stay save and get inside.”

You nod, already grabbing the things you put on your table. “Don’t go silent on me again, yeah?”

“I promise I won’t.” She says and you believe her.

“Alright then, good night, K.” Kathryn smiles at the nickname.

“Sleep well, Y/N. And again, text me anytime, promise I'll be there as soon as I can.” And with that, all good byes are said and you immediately close your computer and storm inside after hanging up as the first raindrops hit you.

The storm is starting to get heavier and the incoming rain is now hitting the windows hard as the thunder rolls in - a perfect representation of your thoughts and feelings piling up inside of you.

[liptonsbabe]

Chains of a family [B.W]

Bill Weasley x Grant! reader

Chapter 1,

Chapter 2,

Chapter 3,

Chapter 4,

Chapter 5, 

Chapter 6

Summary: The Weasley family have traditions about marriage and Bill has to respect them if he truly wants the reader become his wife. In the attempt to respect his family wishes the weasleys have to visit reader’s grandparent Tim Grant who has a lot of things to say

Word count: 5K TOO LONG I’M SO SORRY

Warnings: none(?

A/N: Hey! part 6 of this thing. I’m so sorry to update this late but it was a complicated chapter and the longest so far. I’ll try to make small chapters from now on and the wedding is aproching, you guys!! i’m sooo excited to publish that part but we have to wait a little more for that.

So, as i’ve said in the last chapter, i changed some things from de canon like Bill being attacked by Grayback and such. it’s just for the plot of this series ok? hope you don’t mind guys.

Anyways, like always, english not my mother language so pls let me know if somethings wrong. Enjoy!

Chapter 6: Your life is not enough

You needed a couple of weeks to fully recover, even if it meant having Bill on your back every hour and taking you away from your duties with the Order. The mission that Remus Lupin gave you had to wait until further notice, all for William's excessive concern about your wounds

The task of keeping you away was complicated, more so when the Death Eater attacks had gained strength that no one expected. The members of the order spent twenty-four hours a day on watch with no time for breaks, even Bill went three days without sleep until you, still recovering , left the room and dragged him back with you regardless of his constant complaining. Molly supported you in the decision - thank god - telling her son not to worry that the rest of the Order would keep their eyes fully opened and he could rest comfortably next to you

The drastic change in Mrs. Weasley's behavior confused you because there was no reason for it, but the relief helped make your recovery quicker and less painful. The healer who  you the morning after the accident with the Death Eaters took too long to close the wound as it was a curse wound and it needed a counter spell to heal properly, but not having one, he used other tactics and Dittany to help it heal. However, the help had come too late, and the scar was a throbbing fact that stung terribly when you made the slightest move. The healer said the burning and discomfort would go away with time, but the redness would stay forever. You thought that would be the last of your problems until you got your first glimpse of the result of the attack.

It was a disastrous thing, but it could have been much worse. You sighed as you looked at your disheveled image in the bathroom mirror. You had just taken a shower and Bill was still dressing in the bedroom. You took off the robe Ginny had given you a night before, watching the scar glisten across the valley of your breasts ending above your ribs. You sighed again, if you didn't consider yourself pretty before, at that moment you felt awful.

A new figure appeared in the reflection accompanied by a bright smile. William wore his white shirt tucked into his pants, his bow tie dangling from his collar and his suspenders placed perfectly flush against his shoulders. You smiled, looking at him through the mirror.

“Getting used to your dazzling new short hair?” You asked as you noticed Bill's nervous hand run over his head for the fifth time after the shower. Bill groaned, burying his face in your neck.

“I hate this style”

“And why did you cut it off, then?”

“Mom made me," he stated, tightening his hands around your waist, "She wants me to make a good impression, and for once I wanted to please her in something”

“Wow, your mom wanting to impress my family? That's new”

“Well, not every day you get to visit Lord Voldemort's brother," you gave him a bad look, smacking his hand, "Too soon for a joke, sorry”

You shook your head, escaping from Bill's embrace putting perfume behind your ear, on your wrists and neck. You gasped when a small drop of perfume touched your wound, reddening it. Your eyes lost in the scar again, knowing that even if your dress managed to cover most of it, the initial edges would be exposed like the body of a worm crawling through your clothes. Bill discovered your discontent. He hugged you again, running his fingertips over your sore skin as he kissed your bare shoulder. Maybe you couldn't see it, but for Bill you were perfect. Not just for the way you looked, but  the beautiful heart that, even if he didn't deserve it, you had given him without any qualms. You deserved to be appreciated by the rest of the world, not just by him.

“I love you. You know that, don't you?”

“Even with the scar?”

“With the scar even more. It shows how brave you are and you should be proud of it. You saved Mad-Eye”

“The others will see it”

“It's their problem, not yours. You're still the most beautiful woman in this world.

You smiled, stroking the short hair of the man behind you.

“Not as much as that”

“You're right. I stand corrected. You are the most beautiful woman in both worlds”

“William...”

“I'll help you get dressed," he said, noticing that you were blushing up to your ears. William smiled without understanding why a sweet comment could make you blush, but not the fact that he was looking at you naked from the waist up. He picked up the dress hanging on the dresser reaching over to help it over your head pulling it down gently so as not to hurt you. Then, he zipped up your back leaving a wet kiss on your neck.

Bill's false calm didn't go unnoticed by you. As you smoothed the folds of your dress you noticed the trembling in his hands and the way his feet drummed on the floor. He was playing with the zipper of your dress pulling it up and down, trying to calm his nerves

“Bill, it's not necessary to do this”

“It is!” He replied looking up. You turned to him, crossing your arms around his neck, "I want to respect the traditions, to do things right. I want to show everyone that we mean business. It's just that...”

“My grandfather scares you?”

“What? No” You raised an eyebrow “Okay, maybe a little”

“You don't need to talk to him. He'll understand”

“I want to”

You gave in to Bill's pout. A few days ago, just after he asked you to marry him, Arthur Weasley spoke to his son asking him how he would go about keeping the traditions of the family. Bill didn't seem to understand what he was referring to when his father explained that the Weasleys used to always, always, visit the bride's parents' home right after the engagement to ask for their approval. Offerings were usually brought in a show of respect and the parents in question would respond by offering dinner for the guests. Bill's eyes widened, was that a real tradition?, he didn't know, “why didn't you ever tell me about it!” he questioned his father in a shout. Arthur knew about his son's untimely ignorance, returning the accusation, “Would that have made any difference on your desire to have her as your wife?” Bill didn't have to think too hard. “Of course not!” he shouted and his father laughed, patting him on the shoulder. His son was brave and would have asked for his bride's hand even from Voldemort himself. Bill was lucky tho cause he only had to talk to the old alchemist Tim Grant.

Your grandfather was the only one in the family who seemed to be neutral in the war caused by his brother, but above all he was the person who loved you most as you had both been banished from the Grants for standing up for your own convictions. Maybe Tim wasn’t an active member of either side, however, the blood connection with his brother Tom Riddle sent shivers down the spines of those around him. The man isolated himself in the Galapagos islands dangerously close to a volcano, where he was sure his brother wouldn’t dare to look for him. The Weasleys, hearing the story from your lips didn’t understand why.

You used a portkey to get to your grandfather's house. Arthur had communicated with Tim hours earlier and the two of them managed to establish a connection undetected for the ministry thanks to  the old Grant's powerful magic and his skills as an alchemist.  You couldn't hide your excitement at seeing your grandfather again, which encouraged Bill's eagerness to formally introduce himself to his next.... grandfather-in-law?

“Well then, but you don't have to worry. Grandpa is a very understanding man”

“Yeah, I'm sure he is”

“Bill Weasley, who knew talking to an old man would make you so nervous?”

“Very funny” he rolled his eyes, gluing his forehead to yours “I just want him to like me, (Y/N)”

“He likes everyone”

“That doesn't make me feel any better.”

“It will when you talk to him and see there's nothing to be afraid of” You stood on your tiptoes cause even with your high heels you couldn't reach his height. You kissed his cheek, snatching a warm smile from him “He's not like the rest of my family”

“I didn't mean to imply that, I'm sorry”

“It's all right, I know you didn't mean it. Now let's go downstairs, your mother must be going crazy”

“As if she wasn't already”

You slapped his arm as you descended the stairs. You didn't want Molly to hear them and relive her recently dissipated discontent with you

The rest of the family were already near the portkey with their arms full of baskets with offerings for your grandpa and the twins carrying some strange ornaments. Bill's sister Ginny greeted you with a smile, handing one of the baskets to her older brother. Molly and Arthur approached their children, both hanging on the opposite arm dressed in their best sunday clothes to make a good impression. You smiled without waiting for Bill's mother to smile back.

After the accident at Little Whinging Molly's rudeness disappeared. Not that she accepted you with open arms, but she stopped making bad comments and avoided looking at you in a bad way. Bill didn't know what Mad-Eye said to his mother that night when he told everyone how you had saved him knowing how much he owed you, but Bill didn't understand the size of the changing till he saw his mother offer you a piece of litchi pie the night after the attack when you were recovering from the wound. It was not that big of a deal really, but it had left you with a permanent smile on your face.

It was Molly herself who had taken the initiative to encourage Bill to fulfill the family tradition. If a Grant was going to come into their home as their son's wife then she should do it the way they knew. Her first piece of advice to her son was cutting his hair to a normal length. Bill was horrified by his mother's words cause he knew she was taking advantage of the moment to make him suffer with his precious mane. He did it anyway, because there wasn't anything in the world he wouldn't do for you

It was a drastic change, but it was worth it. Molly saw your eyes sparkle at the sight of her son so changed, with his hair cut short and his beard shaved. Your fingers danced over his face appreciating the effort Molly, not yet convinced of your influence at home, had made for you. Molly stifled a smile, unaware even to herself, that you were slowly beginning to win her heart.

You touched the shuttle at the same time falling precipitously in the sand and Harry helped you up  with a smile. Then you walked straight appearing in front of a huge house that was sheltered by the foothills of the bubbling volcano on the other side of the island. The twins, like the rest of the family, let out an exclamation of astonishment as Ron, harried by the huge spiders hovering in the sand, ran for the door.

The smell of freshly cooked food escaped through the cracks in the door before it was opened. The twins' eyes widened as they recognized the delicious smell of cooked prawns and coconut sauce wafting over their heads. You knocked on the door three times, then stopped and resumed the knocking four more times. The Weasleys watched you, did you have a special code to communicate with each other?

"Come in" You gave way to them closing the door behind you and sealing it with an unknown spell. Bill waited for you at the threshold as his family was already making their way to the table where a very well dressed Tim Grant was waiting for them sitting in the main chair. Bill looked at him from his position, shaking “We still have time to run away” you joked “If you're not ready...”

“I am," he said confidently.

“Okay”

You both walked toward the dining room. Tim was greeting the rest of the family enthusiastically. Bill sighed. At least Tim seemed to get along with his parents, so that was good. They all filled a seat, with Tim occupying the head and Arthur the opposite end; Molly sat on Tim's right side and you sat on Mr. Weasley's right side. The twins, Ron, Harry and Ginny took the middle seats leaving Bill the only vacant spot on Tim's left side. Bill took a breath before taking the seat and receiving a curious look from the man.

“Ah, how wonderful is to have more people to fill the empty spaces! A table this big doesn't serve any purpose unless it's fully occupied, does it? That's what I always say!”

“Don't you usually get many visitors?” asked Molly, breaking the ice. Bill felt sweat trickle down his back. Tim guffawed, patting the back of Molly's hand on the table.

“I’m afraid so. I think that is cause I'm the only one crazy enough to live near an active volcano and my family's fame doesn't help me much either, I'm generally a lonely man. Most of the time it's frustrating, but I can deal with it. You are a big family from i can see, are they all yours, Arthur?”

“Only the redheads," he replied. You recognized in his tone of voice a slight pride “The other one is...”

“Harry Potter” Tim Grant's eyes sparkled with recognition. He looked at Harry with a smile, bowing his head to him in respect. Harry did the same “I know him. He's the guy who's been giving my brother headaches”

Tim's laughter echoed through the house being followed by the twins and you cleared your throat to get his attention. Tim spotted you from across the table waving his hand dismissively.

“Grandpa, please”

“A little joke to lighten the mood, my dear, oh, are these for me?” he questioned, bringing closer the baskets offered by the Weasleys resting on the table. Bill's basket was in front of him waiting to be properly delivered, so he stood up and did as he should. Tim Grant gladly received it, complimenting the selection they had made “What a cute boy, did you see him, dear,? he's gone red!”

You let out a chuckle, nodding at your grandfather's words. Bill's face was flushed as he returned to his spot and looked down at his hands. Tim guffawed again and banged the table.

“I appreciate the gifts, Arthur, I've never been part of a tradition like this before”

“It was important for my son and the rest of us to do it, to introduce ourselves properly”

“Sure! It's what a family with honor does. I'm not surprised. No, not at all. The Weasleys were in the book of the sacred twenty-eight for a long time until they were struck off the list. Tell me, that was quite a blow, wasn't it?”

“Not so much, my family has never cared about that sort of thing”

“Of course! It never did, I could see it up close. Did you know I was friends with your grandmother, Lysandra Yaxley?”

Arthur's eyes widened.

“Really?”

“Really. My family also once belonged to the most important pureblood families until I was born, of course. Lysandra and I became friends because her family also got kicked off the list when Cedrella, your mother, married your father Septimus Weasley. Even your grandfather Arcturus was removed from the Black family tree which was an embarrassment for him being that the ancestral Black family is too proud and such. Anyway, that's part of life, right? Creating new families, bringing people together...”

“Was your family always purebloods?” Fred asked. Tim shook his head

“It was. As I mentioned, before I made my appearance in this world”

“Why?”

Tim was suddenly silent. You scanned your grandfather's face waiting for an answer. Dinner plates flew in from the kitchen and positioned themselves at each guest's place setting while a huge chocolate fountain was set up in the center accompanied by a plate overflowing with assorted fruit. The baskets took a turn and took a place on your grandpa's shelves. Tim sighed, looking at the Weasleys asking to begin dinner.

“I’m the son of a witch, but not of a pure blood wizard”

“Don't you and Lord Voldemort share the same father?”

“Harry...”

”It's all right, Molly, I can answer that” Tim rubbed his chin, thinking “I understand your concern boy, being hide here doesn't make me ignorant to what's going on out there and I know better than anyone what you're going through. You need weapons against my brother and you do well. Tom is a big threat, a very big threat indeed. You're right, Tom and I don't share a father, but that doesn't make him any less my brother.

“I think we're straying from the subject that brought us here” mentioned Arthur feeling a sudden warmth. You supported him, but Tim continued to speak

“I was the son of Merope Gaunt and Aleister Grant. My father was a famous son, grandson and great-grandson of brilliant alchemists, and unsurprisingly he was one himself. Merope Gaunt was...  a direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin and a Parselmouth. She had a brother named Morfin and my grandfather was Sorvolo Gaunt. My parents met when the Gaunts had just moved to Little Hangleton after their exile and needed a place to stay. They became the owners of a squalor ridden shack on the edge of town and well, my father was a young alchemist who lived near the Gaunt abode”

You sipped from your wine glass as you listened to your grandfather speak. Never, even with the rest of the family, had he ever struck such a chord as he was doing with the Weasleys. The truth was that you didn't understand why he was telling them all that, however, you weren’t interested in interrupting the story as you knew your grandfather had a purpose with him.

“Those of us who are dedicated to alchemy have never enjoyed an enviable reputation because our transmutation abilities are mostly underestimated by the things that magic in general can produce and it makes a science like alchemy reserved for muggles in their attempt to approach the power that the wizards possess. Personally I think there is something right about that, precisely cause the transmutation in the Muggle world is divided into subjects they taught in schools like chemistry or physics, but alchemy goes beyond that, it’s a connection between the wizard and the spirituality that each one possesses...” the man's gaze was lost in a place at the table, pausing the story. Harry settled back on the seat waiting for him to continue “But it's very difficult to erase the deep-rooted ideas about it, so the best is ignore that and continue doing what we believe is right. Anyway, ah! I got off topic, didn't I? Okay, okay, well my parents ended up meeting and my father fell in love with my mother as fast as my socks get cold at night, but that infatuation wasn’t well regarded by my uncle and even less by my grandfather, of course, for the fame of the alchemists at the time”

“So what happened?” you asked. Tim smiled at you, taking a bite of the rye bread on his plate.

“My mother was treated worse than a house- elf by her father and Morfin, so she decided to run away with my father to France where he had several alchemist friends who could protect them. The Gaunts might have been exiled, but they were still dangerous and to be honest I think my father was terribly afraid of uncle Morfin. They eventually made it to France, but they encountered an infamous muggle who tried to hurt my mother”

Everyone stopped eating to pay attention to Tim as he drank his third glass of wine. You thought that your grandfather wouldn't even be able to stand up by the end of the night.

“He was known as Gilles De Rais. He was a sadistic muggle who tried to become a wizard even though he wasn't born a wizard and used my father to tell him secrets of alchemy. One night they were having a conversation when my father revealed him that there were certain amounts of gold in people's bodies. Gold is a very valuable component, as you already know, so the man's greed didn’t take long to show itself and he questioned my dad how it could be obtained. My father told him that the only way to obtain the gold was by draining the blood and dividing it with a very complicated procedure, however, the gold of an ordinary adult was quite scarce. The real wealth was in the blood of children of no more than ten years old because they possessed a great amount of gold and other components that could be transmuted into riches. The muggle did so, and when he learned that my mother was a real witch, he wanted to know if golden blood ran through her veins, which would make him richer than he already was. My father refused, and decided to leave the place before he hurt us, because they knew she was already pregnant. The muggle went mad and unleashed in him a fury that spread throughout France”

The Weasley twins chorused an astonished murmur as the others moved up to the table so as not to miss a word of the story. You sent a glance at Bill as he hadn't stopped sweating and going over his words all evening.

"They wanted to go back to Little Hangleton but my uncle and grandfather were still in a rage waiting to see them arrive, so my father sent my mother alone while he found another place to stay as he could not expose her to the cold streets of France while on standby, so they had no choice but to leave her with her family avoiding revealing my existence to them. Uncle Morfin didn’t want my mother back, but my grandfather convinced him because they needed someone to take care of the house and their needs. Time passed, my father didn’t come back and I was born in the garden of the house while my mother watered the plants”

“My birth was a surprise to everyone because my mother knew how to hide me well until my father's arrival but, as that didn't happen, I couldn't stand it any longer and made my triumphant appearance on my grandfather's favorite bushes. Uncle Morfin was furious and even tried to get rid of me immediately, but my mother clung to me like a lioness.

“Really?”

“Really," he replied with a broad smile, "I think a part of her was still holding on to my father showing up at some point and getting us out of there, but again that didn't happen. Mom had to endure her brother and father's abuse for me and that's a debt I can never repay”

The whole table fell silent, thinking. Dinner continued as a heavy thunderstorm rumbled overhead, accompanying old Tim Grant's story as if it were yesterday. The man paused to eat and the others did the same with no desire to miss a word. Harry's eyes sparkled in wonder and Mr. Weasley's strong hand on yours helped to soothe your fervent anguish.

“I guess that's what mothers do, isn't it? Anyway, the years passed and I had to live under uncle Morfin's shadow and at the mercy of his growing wrath. When I turned five I started helping the market men with their chores in exchange for a couple of pounds which we had to exchange later for galleons and sickles to survive for two weeks. Mom helped bring money into the house, but it wasn't enough. Then, at seven, the Dream Messengers showed up one night telling me I was required to study at the Uagadou magical college in Africa so I couldn't refuse”

“Wait, Uagadou takes students from the age of seven?”

“Oh I see," the man settled back in his chair, wiping the corners of his lips with a napkin as he stared at Ron, "I forgot that the rest of the magical schools aren't very well known around here, are they? Well, yes, some schools take in very young students as is the case with Uagadou or the Japanese school. It depends a lot on the traditions in each region i guess, because in the African school they select only descendants of alchemists or who have had at least someone  in their bloodline whose spirituality helped them to become one. It wasn't all as easy as that, of course, because each student had to pass a test before having a permanent stay, but....

“What kind of test?” Harry questioned when dinner was over and they start dessert. The twins were the first to help themselves a piece of fruit, playing with the chocolate fountain in the center of the table.

“One that only wizards with alchemist ancestry could pass, Mr. Potter. I passed the test so I had no choice but to move to the castle immediately. I didn't want to leave my mother alone, but she convinced me to do it. Going to Uagadou was a great opportunity for me and for her cause it meant I could follow in my father's footsteps” Tim's face suddenly darkened as he pushed away the overflowing plate of fruit Molly offered him. He folded his hands on the table and thought for a long moment. The twins continued to play with the chocolate fountain but a fierce look from their mother made them stop. Then Tim Grant sighed, wiping the sweat from his brow with the handkerchief on his coat “I regret that decision to this day. I could have gone to Hogwarts like any other wizard, but I suppose my ambition got the better of me. Maybe... if I hadn't left Little Hangleton she never would have met Tom Riddle”

You tensed as you felt the pressure of Mr. Weasley's hand on yours a little too tightly. One glance at the others was enough to understand the dread the name struck their nerves. You even caught a glimpse of the hiss on Molly's lips and saw the sting in Harry's scar. Tim let out a chuckle, taking another drink from his wine glass.

“My brother’s father. I didn't hear from him until a couple of years later, when my mother wrote to me saying that uncle Morfin was in Azkaban and that my grandfather had died. She didn't give me many details, however, she did very vaguely mention the presence of a muggle who was quite striking to her. For better or worse, my mother was already forgetting my father, believing that he had abandoned her or, at worst, that he had dropped dead somewhere in France. I didn't believe the same, but it was logical that she got tired of waiting. I would never have grown tired, at least not having loved the way they did”

Your gaze rolled to meet Bill's eyes as he looked back at you. He smiled at you, causing you to blush. Then you both looked back at your grandpa who was sipping a new glass of wine.

“It was a couple more years before I stopped hearing from my family. Mom never wrote again and with uncle Morfin in Azkaban there was nothing that could be done. When I was eleven i returned to Little Hangleton only to find that my mother had married Tom Riddle, got pregnant and he had thrown her out on the street like a dog. She was left with nothing, unable to return to her father’s old house, and was forced to wander in the streets for months, until one rainy december night she went into labor in the middle of an alley. I helped her as much as I could, dragged her to the door of an orphanage where my mother no longer even had the strength to save the three of us. She had her wand in her hand, but she never used it. She gave up in front of me, the baby was born and asked me to name him after his father. She put him in my arms, the door of the orphanage opened, but mother had already died”

“Grandpa-”

“As you can understand, it's kind of hard for me to remember all that," Tim Grant's reddened eyes closed, choking back tears, "I was just a little kid taking care of a baby and I didn't do my best job of raising him. I was upset with my mother for a long time after she died, but I don't judge her now. After living an almost totally miserable life, my mother had no hope and not enough courage to make her want to keep trying, even for the sake of her newborn son. That decision had a considerably negative impact on Tom's psyche as he was growing up I suppose cause I had to go back to school and I couldn't take him with me, I would have! Of course I would have. I tried, but Tom wasn’t descended from any alchemist and there was nothing I could do about that. I tried, Merlin knows I did. I felt the need to leave him in that orphanage. I visited him whenever I could. For a year I went back and forth from continent to continent to see him, but that wasn't enough for Tom to grow up feeling loved. Orphanage life is hard, dear friends, we shouldn’t judge others too harshly, much less a lonely mother” Tim Grant's irritated eyes were fixed on Harry, reflecting deep pain “She was weakened by her long suffering and she never had Lily Evans’ courage. Everyone sacrifices for those they love in different ways, and my mother did it in her own way”

“Why didn't you ever talk about this?” you asked from across the table. Everyone looked at you “when dad asked you so-”

“Your father didn't need any more reasons to support Tom's follies” Tim shook his head “My brother is a very convincing person not only with his family members but with anyone who gets in the way of his plans. He has a very affiliated serpentine tongue, he inherited the gift of gab from our ancestors and your father grew up under his influence”

“We're very sorry for what you had to go through, Tim, but there's nothing that can be done about you-know-who and all that's left for us to do is to fight him”

“I understand, Arthur, but that doesn't stop me from blame myself. I did what I could, but an eleven-year-old can't take the place of his parents. When I graduated from school and wanted to take care of him Tom was already at Hogwarts and completely disappeared from everyone's eye," he lamented, scrunching his eyelids together, "That was the last time I saw him as the real Tom and not the ghastly grayish mass he is now”

The twins and Ron laughed at the comment and were immediately silenced by their father. Tim scrunched up his eyes, took a breath and let out a laugh looking around the room.

“Well, enough whining, that's not what you guys are here for, is it?” Bill, that had kept silent, denied when the man turned to see him, "What's done is done, and lamenting won't do any good, but I hope that what I've just told you will help you to see Tom's human side if he still has it, which I doubt it very much”

“Thank you, sir”

“You're welcome, Harry, dear, well? What was you wanted to tell me, my boy?”

Tim Grant turned his full body towards Bill, almost climbing up on the table fixing his huge opaque eyes on Bill's. Bill held his gaze noticing that the man was drunk since the beginning of the evening. He looked to you for help, but you were too busy watching Mrs. Weasley's reaction to hearing the reason for your visit.

“Come on, boy, don't be shy”

“I... well, I wanted to-”

“Oh, Arthur, your son is so cute!” he shouted as he squeezed Bill's cheeks. His brothers and Harry laughed and even Molly hid a mischievous smile by putting a piece of apricot in her mouth “Poor frightened boy. But, come on! I'm not going to make it harder for you, I know you're here to ask for my granddaughter's hand in marriage, aren't you?”

“Yes, that's right, sir”

“Well, that's a great gesture of you, but this is a job for (Y/N)’s parents”

“It is, but you understand that under such circumstances we couldn't pay a courtesy visit to the Death Eaters," Arthur interjected with an amused smile.

“Indeed”

“So...”.

“So..." repeated Tim. You sighed, "You love my granddaughter?

“Yes, sir”

“How much?”

“A lot”

“Are you going to protect her, take care of her, and love her?”

“With my life, sir”

“Your life is not enough for me, William” Tim smiled at him, tapping Bill's chin with one of his fingers “My granddaughter is still a Grant, descended from very powerful wizards. My hand will not tremble to revenge the suffering you put her through, am i being clear?”

“Y-yes, sir. Crystal clear”

“Good boy," he replied, patting his cheek. Then he turned to Molly, took her hand and kissed the back of it, giving her a beautiful smile. The woman blushed, but it didn't last long because the man turned to her husband and bowed his head in respect. Arthur pressed your hand on the table and also kissed the back of your hand, making a promise “Well, then. Arthur, your son has my blessing to marry my granddaughter”

Mr. Weasley raised his glass, offering it to Tim.

“Thank you, Tim. We promise to take care for (Y/N) as a member of our family”

“I hope so." The man rested his chin on his hands, watching the huge smile form on your lips and kissing Arthur's cheek. He turned to Molly lightly patting her shoulder offering her a sweet roll which she accepted with a giggle “It's nice to see you accepting my (Y/N) so well” Molly wrinkled her nose “Since who she is and coming from a family as complicated as ours...it was hard for me to believe that someone from the outside could fall in love with her someday. I always knew my little girl was different from everyone” Tim's brown irises clouded over. Molly fell silent “You could put her in a basket of rotten apples and she'd make them blossom, so I'm glad to hear you've taken her in as one of yours. Being a Grant is a very complicated task, i never had a problem with people speaking shit about me, i was never ashamed to be recognized as Lord Voldemort's brother, but my yoke should not fall on my granddaughter” Molly Weasley listened carefully “I have always been a faithful supporter of being judged individually and not by the others actions, that would be like punishing children for their parents mistakes, wouldn't it? That wouldn't be fair and it wouldn't make us any less guilty than my brother, isn't that what he’s doing? Punishing Muggle-born wizards just because they weren't born under Merlin's blessing? I like you, Molly, I know you understand.

A pain in her chest made her look down, embarrassed. But then Tim lifted her chin at just the right moment for her to catch the moment her son rose from his place to walk over to you and lock you in a breath-stealing hug. Arthur was at your side watching you and then his attention focused on his wife giving her a beaming smile, the kind she hadn't seen in a long time. Even the rest of their children had joined in the celebration and Harry rose to congratulate you while you and Bill happily sealed your engagement with a kiss. Tim moved Molly's chin towards him, their gazes colliding.

“Yes," Molly whispered, "I understand.

“Good” Tim let out a laugh, pulling away from Molly to toast. The woman watched you as she smiled thinly ”Then my story was useful somehow”

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Magnetic: Chapter 12 - See You

Pairing: Din x Reader (female reader insert; no ‘Y/N’)

Word Count: 10,046

Rating: It’s happening. NOT SAFE FOR WORK- if you’re under 18, goodbye.

Summary: In the aftermath of your successful bounty - and growing closer to Din - how do the two of you navigate the Razor II knowing that both of you want more? 

Author’s note:

This has been a long time coming. A very long time. They deserve this. You deserve this. Thank you for reading. Thank you for your feedback. Thank you for your support. This one’s fun.  As always, if you have any songs to add to the playlist, please let me know. 

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The following day was no different than the previous ones - you and Din moved around the ship in the same ways that you had before, time passing as the two of you made conversation and went through the typical daily actions of hyperspace travel. 

 Yes, you were still on track to get back to Tatooine on time, no you didn’t think that Grogu was behaving for Peli, it didn’t matter whether you sat in the cockpit or on crates in the hull. There wasn’t any lingering weirdness or discomfort from the previous night, but both of you made it a point not to bring it up, even though you wanted to. And I think he does, too. 

 You’d rolled over during the night, Din’s chest pressed to your back when you opened your eyes, and you took the time to enjoy the few minutes before he came to; the sounds of the man’s breathing deep and even, his mind blank and his arm hanging heavily over the middle of your body. There’d been no nightmares, and no dreams, either - at least that you could remember. I hope that means he slept well. But you’d shifted a little too much in your attempt to get closer, and Din’s arm tightened against you, fear filling his mind as he woke - at least until you murmured his name as you turned your head backwards toward him, letting him know that it was just you, that it was still dark in the room. Can’t see you, but I feel you.

 He hadn’t stayed in bed with you long after that, dropping kisses first onto the crown of your head and then your mouth before rolling away from you and sitting up, telling you that he needed to use the fresher. But when he hadn’t come back up long minutes later, you realized that he wasn’t going to. Disappointing, yes. A surprise? No. Can’t expect everything at once.

 After changing into a different pair of pants and the long-sleeved shirt, you climbed down the ladder, the absolute absence of his thoughts and emotions letting you know that it was safe - the helmet was back on. You made breakfast for yourself, then started to reorganize the storage area, just looking for something to keep your hands busy. Din stayed downstairs for a little while and made small talk with you before he disappeared upstairs and into the cockpit, his voice loud in the quiet space as he spoke to someone. Like clockwork. 

 You finished what you’d been doing, sticking your updated supply list into one of the drawers near the ration kits. With a single glance around the space - perfectly organized and as spotless as the ship could be, you decided to go back upstairs and into your room. It’ll be a distraction, because he was there, but it’s right across the hallway.

 You never made it to your room. 

 As you reached the top of the ladder, you heard Din’s voice from inside the cockpit again - along with Karga’s, and since the doors were open, you stood outside with your arms crossed over your chest, listening. “You mean to tell me that you actually captured Tyrande Goscoll? You were able to -” 

 “Not me. Her.” It was a simple statement, matter of fact - but you heard a note of pride in the few words and smiled at the sound of them. Sure did. “He’ll be another one for your men to collect when we land on Nevarro. Told you it wouldn’t be a problem.” Karga didn’t reply right away, but when he did, you widened your eyes, waiting for Din’s response. 

 “Is he alive?” He questioned Din like he already knew the answer. But it sounds like he thinks he’s not. “You -”

 “He was when I slabbed him.” Din sighed. “He doesn’t deserve it, but -” Why didn’t you kill him then?

 “That’s another 12,000 credits. Goscoll alive?” Your jaw dropped. On top of the bounty total?  “Big money, but you already knew that, didn’t you?” Confirming that he did, you heard - and saw - Din leaning back in the seat. “That’s a hefty return for one bounty, Mando.” That’s a good reason for him only stunning him. He can use that.

 “It is.” Din waited and you heard the seat creaking as he moved. “But it’s not all mine.” 

 “What you do with your earnings is your business. I’m just making a point. Your reputation will only -”

 “It’s not about that. And I’d rather no one know that this was my bounty.” He was agitated, though you didn’t know if Karga was picking up on it. “You know why I’m doing this.” 

 “Yeah, yeah.” Karga chuckled. “At leat let me enjoy the fact that through you, my reputation grows, too.” Chuckling at that, you lowered your head, figuring that Din had heard the sound. I’m not trying to hide from him, so it’s fine. “You’re a legend, Mando.” 

 “If you say so.” He leaned forward, pushing a few buttons. “Three more stops. Shouldn’t be more than a couple weeks until we’re back.” Karga thanked him for the update, and you mentally ran through the remaining bounties - four of them, but the two on the same planet would cut down on the time it took to complete the assignments. And then what? That’ll be half of our time gone, and Din will need to go back to Mandalore. 

 The thought unsettled you, and you weren’t completely sure why. Because it’s new. Because I know how uneasy it makes him. Because I don’t know where I’ll fit in there. But you heard the men saying goodbye, and then Din calling your name, telling you to come into the cockpit with him. “I wasn’t snooping, Din.” You put a hand on the back of his seat before taking yours. “I was going into the other room, and I heard you -”

 “I left the door open. Of course you heard.” He was facing you. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the extra credits for keeping Goscall alive. I didn’t want to get your hopes up in case I had to …” 

 “Those extras are yours. I’ll take what we agreed on for the value of the puck, but…” You shook your head. “I had nothing to do with keeping him breathing, that was all you.” 

 “You earned them.” He shrugged, and despite the fact that he was once again without any armor but the helmet, the broadness of his body moving with the morion made it clear he meant it. “They’re - “

 “No.” You put your hand on his knee, waiting. “I earned the credits in the casino. It … it balances out. I’m sure you can use the extra for the ship or for Grogu, or even for ... for Mandalore.” Whatever that might mean. Smiling at him, you hoped that he was looking into your eyes. “I mean it, Din. It’s yours. I don’t want it, and I don’t need it. I appreciate the offer but -” 

 “We’ll see.” He settled back against the chair, head moving up and down as he watched you. “Are you cold?” You looked down, too, and than wrinkled your nose, eyes on his helmet.  

 “Not right now.” Pulling your hand back and letting it rest on your lap, you thought about what you wanted to say. Do I bring it up now? Is it worth it? “Din? I lied to you about .... getting another shirt in Nevarro.” I guess so. “I wanted to keep yours.” He straightened up in the chair, cocking his head to the side. 

 “Why?” He’s going to make me explain everything. Great. That’s exactly what I wanted to do today. “It’s just a shirt. I’ve got plenty.” Rubbing at your arm, you looked away from him and out the window, chewing on your lip. “Tell me.” He added your name, the modulated sound the deciding factor for you. 

 “The more I got to know you over the last weeks, Din, the more I …” You stared at his hands, once again bare, eyes on the knuckles. “It should be obvious based on the last few nights, but … I like you. And wearing your shirt just made me … happy. It’s like a piece of you is still here, even when you’re out on a hunt.” It sounds so stupid coming out of my mouth. So dumb, so childish, so… “Even though you only offered it because I needed it, not because -” 

 “It doesn’t fit you right.” He set his shoulders, crossing his arms over his chest. “The sleeves are too long, and it goes down past your waist. The neck is too big, it’s loose.” He sounds surprised.

 “You weren’t complaining about that last night, Din.” Twisting your lips into a smirk, you eyed him. “The neck, I mean.” Without warning, he leaned in, reaching out and touching your skin, one fingertip pressed to it as he cocked his head to the side.

“No. I wasn’t. And I won’t.” Thumb beneath your jaw, he tilted your head to one side, moving his to follow it. “Did I do…” He leaned in closer, the hand not on you reaching up to press a button on the side of his helmet. “Damn.” Wait, what? You furrowed your brow, waiting, and Din let go of you, carefully moving his hand to the other side of your neck, down near your shoulder, the pad of his thumb sliding over your skin. “I didn’t mean to…” 

 “Didn’t mean to what?” You felt his thumb as it moved, and then a faint twinge of pain as he added pressure. “Din, did you…” Eyes widening, you felt your mouth drop open, a laugh spilling out. “Do I have a bruise on my neck from you?” 

 “You … do. There’s...a few of them.” Biting your lower lip to keep from laughing harder, you watched as he straightened up, hand falling into his lap. “I didn’t mean to -” Oh, this man is … 

 “Din.” You pressed your lips together hard, swallowing another chuckle. “You…” But you couldn’t contain yourself, covering your face with both hands and letting yourself laugh, the sound filling the cockpit. “Maker, who would have thought that a Mandalorian would be so upset at the thought that he …” It was a struggle to get the words out, but it was hilarious to you; the man unsure of the way to best use his mouth against your skin; unknowing of the tiny amount of pressure it took to bruise the thin expanse of a human throat with lips or teeth. “You um…” You collected yourself, looking at the T-visor again, knowing that your eyes were bright. “You did spend a lot of time with your mouth there, and …” You coughed to hide another laugh, but it didn’t do any good.

 He finally laughed at that, too, and it was a nervous sound. Before you could stop yourself, you reached for him, hand landing on his shoulder and squeezing. It’s fine, Din. “Did… you mark me, too? Your laughter stopped, and you saw your reflection in the beskar covering his cheek - the side with the dimple, before Din tilted his head back, exposing his entire neck to you. He… You took the motion as an invitation, leaning in closer and inspecting the smooth skin of Din’s neck. It was usually covered with the flight suit and his cape, but when you were traveling through hyperspace, he’d taken to removing the cape and the suit along with his armor. I’ve never been this close, though, never… not in the light. You eyed the visible skin - pulled taut over the tendons and muscle, watching as his Adam’s apple bobbed with a single swallow. 

 He was larger than you and always would be, but the sight of his long neck - slender, almost graceful in the way it supported the helmet he wore - made him seem less imposing. That doesn’t make sense. You leaned in closer, fingers tracing upward from the collar of his shirt and toward the bottom of the beskar, stopping before any part of your hand touched it. “No.” A smile - this one less amused and more in admiration - curved your lips upward. “No, Din. You’re still perfectly…” You trailed off as he reached for your arm, fingers closing around it and squeezing. “What are you -” 

 “Come to bed with me.” You froze, eyes going wide. What? He reached for you with his other hand, fingers tugging on the end of your sleeve. “I know what I said last night, but -” Is he serious?

 “Ok.” It was your turn to swallow, breath coming out shallow. “I -” Mind racing, you stood, only removing your hand at the last possible second, it dropping back to your side. “Are you sure?” Your head was spinning, the gravity of his words doing little to hold you in place. He just asked me to go to… and I questioned him about it. 

 “I should be asking you that.” He stood too, but instead of waiting, he put his hands on your hips, pushing you backwards and toward the door. “You don’t know what you just agreed to.” I don’t? The two of you walked backwards across the small hallway, one of your hands reaching out for the railing to steady yourself as he guided you. Din said your name as you made it to the door, but instead of answering, you reached down, pulling one of his hands away from your body and taking it, fingers wrapping around his. Does he want confidence? Does he want me to be … what do you want, Din? In the span of only a few seconds, you contemplated your options. He might not have been experienced in the ways he could use his body without the armor, but when it came to everything else, the man was way ahead of you. Make your choice. 

 “Maybe I don’t.” You stared up, eyes on the black portion of his helmet. “But you’re going to show me.” His posture changed at that, and without warning, Din pushed you backwards and into your room, closing the door behind him. Despite your lack of previous - or recent - partners, you weren’t worried. He said it’s not like it usually is. He knows we have to be on this ship together, he won’t… “Din, wait.” Your eyes followed the movement of his hand, headed for the light switch. “I want to see you.” Shutting your eyes, you moved your head back and forth. “Not …not your face, but the rest of you. Let me…” You reopened them, voice steady. “Please don’t turn the light off.” You knew what it meant - that he’d be able to see you, too, and that the helmet stayed on, but you didn’t care. 

 “You’d rather…” He sounded confused again, his hold on you loosening. “You’d rather me keep the …” No, I’d rather you pull the damn thing off right now but that isn’t an option, so this is what we can do. 

 “It’s not about the helmet, Din. It doesn’t ... “ Tell him the truth. “I don’t want to hide in the dark with you. I don’t mind the light.” He sighed, but you felt lighter after the admission. Because it’s the truth.

 “It’s strange, if you’re not used to it. Distracting. Will it bother you?” He sounds surprised. You stepped closer, putting a hand on his chest. “Most people are more interested in the...”

 “I’m not most people.” You let out a breath. “But if you really need to turn the light off, that’s… fine.” The helmet moved back and forth slowly - deliberately, Din’s hand pushing beneath the shirt you wore and flattening against your skin. 

 “No.” He leaned down, voice dropping, though you could still hear it clearly through the modulator. “That means I get to see you, too.” You do. It thrilled you - the fact that he sounded just as intrigued by the prospect of undressing each other in the light as you felt - and you felt yourself shiver, fingers twitching against his undershirt. “I need to... warn you.” What? “My life hasn’t … I’ve been in a lot of close calls. And I didn’t always have someone like you there with bacta gel to clean me up.” Your eyes moved down to his hand and the scar there, and then back up his body. 

 “Maybe that’s why I want to keep the lights on, Din. I want to see just how well your leg healed.” You winked at him, and were surprised to feel his hands lifting the bottom of your shirt without pause, the material sliding up and over your torso. He’s in a hurry. But you didn’t mind, raising both arms over your head and letting him continue, closing your eyes and only reopening them when you felt the material move over your face and then disappear. He said your name as you lowered your hands, letting them rest on his shoulders, and Din reached out toward you again, his chest rising and falling quickly. 

 “That’s what you’re hiding under my shirt?” He was touching your stomach with one hand, the thumb of the other sweeping slowly over your clavicle. “You -” 

 “Got used to it at the Academy, Din.” You wrinkled your nose. “What we wore was practical. Comfortable. Easy to move in. I’ve got a cloak, too. It’s packed, and -” 

 “I like this better.” He pushed you away from him gently, hand sliding to your hip just above the waistband of your pants. You let him touch you for a few moments, watching as his head dropped down, then moved back and forth slowly, both hands roaming over the bared skin beneath them. “Much better. I liked that dress on Hosnian Prime, too.” You felt yourself growing warm, the way he was observing you doing wonders for your ego, but when he dropped both hands to your waist, one of them landing on the button of your pants, you said his name, a warning in your tone. “What? I thought -” 

 “I…” You closed your eyes. “I said I wanted to see you too, Din. And I meant it.” You looked up, arching an eyebrow. “You’ve gotta get undressed, too. I can’t take your shirt off, because I don’t know how the helmet -” 

 “You can.” He cleared his throat, the sound loud through the modulator. “You won’t pull it off, you have to release it, it’s… tight.” He caught both hands, moving them to his shirt. “Go… go ahead.” He stood still as you began to lift the dark material, your eyes on the motion of your hands. As each inch of skin became visible, you felt more excitement, but tried to keep from showing it. Act like you’re an adult.

 Your resolve lasted until you had the shirt halfway up his body, the skin of his toned abdomen the same gorgeously tanned color as the backs of his hands and his neck, and you let out a quiet whimper, digging your teeth into your lower lip as your eyes landed there. He’s… of course he looks like this under that armor, because … Your gaze flicked upward, and then back down after he nodded at you, raising his arms, too. 

 He helped you, pulling both arms out of the sleeves, but leaned forward slightly, letting you carefully pull the opening for his neck over the helmet. You were so focused on what you were doing that you didn’t get a good look at him until the shirt joined yours on the floor and Din’s upper body was completely bared to you, the overhead lighting doing little to hide any part of him. “Din, you’re…” You blinked, hesitantly raising your hand to his chest, and when he didn’t move away, you laid it against his skin, closing your eyes and exhaling at the contact. You were only getting vague emotions from him, but you knew that he was just as excited as you, the man’s chest rising and falling with each breath he took, and when your second hand joined the first, both of them gliding up from his abdomen, he sighed out your name, one of his hands reaching for you. “And you’re giving me shit about hiding under an oversized shirt?” You blew out another breath, head shaking back and forth slowly. “This is what you’re keeping under all that beskar?”

 He chuckled at that, shrugging his shoulders, but you were too focused on what you were doing to pay close attention to the movement. Din’s body was toned muscle from the waist up, and you had a feeling that it was mainly from the weight of the armor he wore day in and day out, but figured that the training he’d gone through as he aged, along with the fights he got into with bounties and other enemies helped to keep him in shape. He was thin but not skinny, body growing more broad as you neared his shoulders, and you couldn’t help stepping even closer, his hand moving to the side of your head and his fingers curling against your hair. “I have to. The beskar is the only thing keeping me …” But you cut him off as you reached his chest, palms flat against the area typically covered by the widest plates. It’s keeping you alive.

 “Din, when did …” Glancing up, you felt your lip tremble. “I thought that beskar was -” There was a set of long, raised scars that stretched most of the way from the left side his sternum to his shoulder, the thin lines crossed over each other. “What happened?” 

 “Tehk’la blades.” He sighed as you ran your fingers over the old wounds, following the length of them. “A few years after I swore the creed. I didn’t have a full set of armor yet, and my chest plate was … flimsy.” You don’t have to tell me that twice. They weren’t the only scars on his skin, but most of the others were smaller, and though you couldn’t see his back, you assumed that it was the same; littered with the evidence of old fights, from training, proof of the lessons that he’d learned in the hardest ways possible. “I told you I didn’t always have -” 

 “You did tell me.” You leaned in, pressing your lips against the raised lines on his chest, feeling it expand as you did so. Oh, you like that. You wanted to kiss over every inch of his skin, but instead straightened up, continuing to look at him, taking him in inch by inch, heart thudding in your chest as you discovered something new. I was not expecting that. “Is that …” Eyes on his shoulder, you cocked your head to the side, one hand sliding from the front of his body to the muscles of his arm. “Your signet?” 

 “It is.” The jet black ink stood out, and as you traced the edges of the tattoo on his shoulder and bicep, you realized that it was in the same place it would have been if he’d been wearing the armor. And people say that Mandalorians aren’t sentimental… damn. “I’ll tell you about it if you want, but can we … can it wait?” Nodding again, you continued to move your hands over his skin, figuring that whatever the story behind the tattoo was, it would change the tone of the moment, something neither of you wanted to happen. It can wait. He says it can wait.

 “If you want.” He pulled you close at your words, arms circling your body and his palms pressed against your bare back, urging your cheek to rest against his warm skin. The two of you stood quietly in the small room, your grip on his shoulder tightening, Din’s fingertips stroking your skin gently. He got a tattoo of the mudhorn. He… it’s a constant reminder of his clan. Of the kid. Always. 

 You heard nothing but the sounds of the ship, the vibration of the floor almost non-existent beneath your feet, but then Din said your name again, hold on you changing. “Are we just going to stand here, or…” Squeezing your eyes shut, you turned your head and kissed his chest again, working your hands between your bodies and down, the ridges of his muscles firm beneath your touch. He let you undo the button on his pants as you mouthed the skin of his neck, teeth grazing over his throat, the bottom edge of his helmet rubbing against the bridge of your nose. He’s right, this could be distracting, it’s cold. Din groaned as you began to push his pants down and over his hips, his hold on you loosening, large hands moving from your back and to your hips before tightening again. Yes, please. You nodded, knowing that he could feel it, hoping that he understood that you meant you wanted him to continue. I do. I want him to ...  You heard the button at your waist pop just as his pants cleared his thighs, the material sliding down his legs with ease. He’s in … just his … 

 Finally, you moved backwards - just a half step, but enough to see his body - and you felt your knees weaken. He … He hadn’t been lying about the old injuries, there were small and poorly healed scars leading down beneath the waistband of his underwear, others on his legs - one of his kneecaps was oddly misshapen, as if he’d dislocated it or even broken it at least once before, but the wound you’d been there to heal was already almost completely invisible, only a small, light-colored scar remaining as a reminder of the fact that he’d been poisoned only a few weeks prior, nearly gored to death by a Charnoq. But he wasn’t. Because I didn’t let it happen.

 You couldn’t help dropping to your knees to get a better look, fingers trailing down over his skin, and when you finally reached the leg you’d worked on, you chewed on your lip, leaning in. “That bacta really …” He tensed under your touch, and you looked up, wanting to make sure that you hadn’t said anything wrong, but the remainder of the sentence died on your tongue, eyes going wide. Before Din, the idea of being in the position you were in with someone whose face you’d never seen hadn’t even crossed your mind. But as you stared up at him, his right arm lifting to cradle your cheek in his hand, the helmet - and his head - tilted to one side, the majority of the rest of his body uncovered, it didn’t matter. “Din, I …” I don’t even know what I want to say, but it… I never thought I’d be here.

 “You need to stand up.” You heard the strain in his voice at the words, and after a brief pause, you rose again, hands hanging by your sides as you straightened your back. “As much as I… liked seeing you like that, it’s not …” He was touching you again, hands back at your waist, thumbs hooked between your pants and skin. “Not where this is going tonight.” Oh, it’s not? “Let me get these off of you.” Somehow, his voice dropped even lower, and you could almost imagine the expression on his face; the hunger in his eyes increasing by the second. But how? I don’t even know what he looks like, or what color his eyes are, or - “Alright?” 

 “Yes.” Raising one hand slowly, you laid your palm on the side of his helmet, blinking. “Go ahead.” The metal moved up and down beneath your hand before settling in a downward tilt, and Din’s hands moved too, ridding you of the last major piece of clothing that you wore. Instead of pushing them down quickly, the man took his time with your pants, watching intently as he continued. But you weren’t expecting him to drop to his knees in front of you, the only things you could see the top of his helmet and his upper back and shoulders as he eased the material down around your legs. Oh, shit. He kept going and you reached forward with both hands, bracing yourself on his bare shoulders as you lifted your feet one at a time. We’re both…  Your pants off, you waited for him to stand again, but the man didn’t move, body locked into position in front of you. “Din?” You questioned him softly, not recognizing the sound that left your lips. “Are you -” “I’m just looking.” The words were strained, but he quickly spoke again. “At you.” Chewing on your lip, you didn’t say anything else, deciding to let him go - and see what happened. You didn’t have long to wait, though, one of Din’s hands gripping your ankle and then sliding upward, twisting so that his palm was against the back of your leg. Your stomach lurched at the feeling - but it was in a way that you wouldn’t have been able to describe if anyone had asked. He’s so… Maker, I don’t even know. The man’s touch was gentle, tender, even, as he explored the length of your leg. 

 You felt your muscles tighten as he thumbed the inside of your knee, still kneeling in front of you, and then Din’s other hand joined the first on you, squeezing against your hip when he finally stood, both hands at your waist, to pull you closer to him again.  “Din.” Swallowing the end of the word, you closed your eyes, tucking your head beneath the lower edge of his helmet and against his shoulder. “Din.” The second time you said it, it was in response to the man moving his hands up your back, fingers easing beneath the thickest strap of your bra and then unhooking it. This is happening. He’s really… we’re going to … I want this so much. 

 Yes, you’d known it before, but it was different - having the man’s hands on you, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. You felt it; how much you wanted the man standing in front of you, how much he wanted you, too - not because of the Force, but because of the way you were touching each other; the care he was taking with you, even though he hadn’t really done anything yet. He said your name, and you responded by arching your back away from his chest, Din’s hands working the straps down and over your arms, fully exposing the upper half of your body to him. “Maker.” 

 You let your bra fall to the ground, taking a deep breath, and you felt his fingers twitch against your skin, hands on your sides once again, holding you in place. He didn’t say anything else, and for a few seconds, you didn’t know what to do. He could be doing anything else to me, but he isn’t. I could say something, but … what? He was holding himself back - you knew it, but didn’t know why. “Din?” It pained you to do so, but you lifted both hands, pushing against his bare chest and backing away from him as much as you could without forcing him to let go of you. “What’s wrong?” There was a long silence, and then he spoke, the words not what you expected - or wanted to hear.

 “I can’t do this.” Your heart dropped, and you were ashamed to find that your lower lip was trembling at the admission. Oh. Alright. Rather than betray yourself - his head was still tilted down, and you knew he couldn’t see your face, you bit down on your lip, closing your eyes. Alright, Din. “I can’t…” He turned away from you in one motion, the moment his hands left your body making your knees shake, but before you had a chance to say anything, the room went dark. What? 

 Without warning, you felt hands once again on your body, and then, only moments later, your back was against the wall, Din’s breath warm against the skin of your shoulder. It wasn’t that he couldn’t do this, it was that … “What are you…” Your words turned into a low moan as he bit down on your skin, mouth moving from your shoulder and then lower, fingers digging into the meat of your arms. “Stars, Din, what…” You heard him growl over your words, and at the sound, you grabbed the back of his head, fingers disappearing into the hair there. It seemed as though he’d been waiting for that, because he bit down harder seconds later as your grip tightened, his curls soft against your palm. “Hey.” You couldn’t help the way the single word came out - breathless and needy - and despite how good what he was doing to you felt, you winced, your body going stiff. Din stopped immediately, lifting his mouth from your skin and inhaling, the sound loud. No, I didn’t … “I’m sorry.” 

 “No.” Your hand dropped to the back of his neck, the other one holding the tattooed bicep, and you wet your lips. “I didn’t mean that I wanted you to stop. I … I flinched because of how I sounded. It’s embarra-”

 “It’s not.” He leaned in closer, body pressed to yours at the waist, and you felt his hands running slowly up your sides. His hands are so kriffing big. “I want to hear it.” He kissed your cheek, lips soft and warm against it. “I need to hear it, to hear you.” Lips moving closer to your mouth, he paused. “Without the helmet.” You felt your heart thudding in your chest at that admission, and almost couldn’t believe any of it. You felt emboldened at the admission, changing your grip and moving both hands down and over his chest, nails dragging along the skin. “Is that the only reason you took the helmet off, Din?” For a few moments, you didn’t think he would reply, but then you felt him chuckle, his breath hitting your cheek in short bursts. “No.” You didn’t have a chance to say anything else because Din kissed you again, catching you off guard. The back of your head hit the wall behind you once more, but you tilted it immediately, giving him a better angle - and the man didn’t waste the opening you gave him. His tongue slipped into your mouth as you sighed, but didn’t stay there long - instead, retreating to lap at your lower lip and then along the seam between the two of them. I don’t know what he’s going to do next, but I know I … You cried out as he bit down on the fullest part of your lip, your nails digging into the skin beneath them. But Din didn’t move away, instead rocking his hips against yours and wordlessly proving to you how involved he already was in what was happening.

 He released your lip and you brought your hands back up and toward his shoulders, Din giving you a single nod as they reached the base of his neck, and you let out a shuddering breath as you lifted them higher. He’ll make me stop if he doesn’t want me to. But Din didn’t stop you, and you instead felt the stubbled angles of his jaw beneath your thumbs, the man continuing to nod as he closed the distance between your mouths again, this time kissing you gently. 

 It should have surprised you - the way that he could go from one mood to the next; actions shifting with each breath he took, but you’d seen it from him before - both in person and through Grogu’s thoughts. It’s just how he is, and this is new to him, so … You pulled back to breathe, giving yourself a chance to steady your thoughts. “Hey.” It came out less shaky that time, and you smiled, kissing him again and then pausing. My turn. “We going to stand here all night, or -” 

 “I … you …” He sighed, and you were surprised to feel the tip of one of his fingers stroking along the side of one breast, his other hand still on your side. “I said you don’t know what you agreed to, and I meant it.” What does that mean? “I don’t usually take my time. I don’t … It doesn’t matter what …” You got a thought from him them, and felt the shame along with it, coupled with nonchalance. He doesn’t care about making it good for the other person. “I told you, that everything before has been… habit.” 

 “Well.” You shifted against him, turning your body and felt his hands move, both of them beneath the swell of your chest and supporting the weight of it. “I can tell you I’m already enjoying this.” You hummed, arching your back more and giving him a few seconds to adjust his hold on you - which he did, to your absolute pleasure. “That feels great, Din. You can …” Biting down on your lower lip, you let out a quiet sigh. “Keep doing that here, or we can get into the bed, and …” The rough pad of one thumb passed over a peaked nipple and you nearly moaned at the feeling but held it together, waiting to see what he’d do next. 

 Din didn’t disappoint, the other hand following the first, but he did surprise you, lowering his head and pressing a trail of wet kisses to the top curve of your breasts, tongue trailing after his lips. He’s never done this before? There’s no way, he knows exactly what he … But your thoughts scattered as he closed his lips around the hardened bud of one nipple, sucking and then flicking his tongue against it - tentatively the first few times and then with more purpose as you hummed quietly. Maker, he … His attention shifted, the Mandalorian repeating his actions on the other side of your body, and you realized quickly that you’d changed positions, shifting so that your shoulders were pressed against the wall behind you, but your back was not, giving him the best possible angle with your chest pushed out toward him. I couldn’t get closer this way if I wanted to.

 He wasn’t touching any part of you aside from your chest, and though you could have moved your hands to any part of his body, you kept them where they were, one hand cupping the back of his head, the other firmly pressed to the bicep bearing the mudhorn tattoo. As good as it felt, you only let him continue for a few moments longer, whispering his name and tugging on the ends of his hair. “What?” He murmured the word without lifting his mouth from your chest, and only a second later, you felt his teeth close around one nipple, the twinge of pain making you gasp his name. Do I want him to stop? No. When you didn’t speak up, instead of questioning you further, Din slowly made his way back up from your chest to your throat without lifting his lips fully from your skin, finally kissing you again. 

 He pulled away to take a breath, the drag of his teeth against your lower lip sending another charge through your entire body. “You’re pretty good at this.” Finally finding the words to reply, you stroked the back of his head, still too hesitant to move your hand forward to his cheek, even though you wanted to. “For someone that’s never -” 

 “Am I?” He leaned in, lips against your ear. “Well. A Mandalorian has to learn fast.” Din said your name and you shifted again under his touch, the hand on his arm moving to his side and urging him closer. “Lucky for me I’ve got a lot to learn.” Instead of laughing, you cleared your throat quickly, allowing yourself to nuzzle against his cheek, eyes closing. 

 “What’s that word, Din?” You sighed, your lips near his ear. “Jate’kara? I think I’m the lucky one here.” He froze at your use of the word in Mando’a, but it was only momentary, and then he kissed you again - hard, catching you by surprise. Did I say it wrong? He pinned you against the wall with his whole body, the weight of him holding you in place, and then without warning, the man pulled back, hands gripping your hips. “Are you sure?” It took you a second to figure out what he was asking, but then you nodded before realizing he couldn’t see you. “Yes.” One hand moving up to his chest, you said his name. “I’m sure.” It was only a matter of steps from the wall where you stood to the bed, but Din lifted you anyway, holding you to his chest and spinning, barely giving you a chance to get comfortable in his arms before he was leaning forward to put you down onto the mattress, the sheets cool beneath your bare skin. He let you go, and you used the time to scoot backwards and to the center of the space, underwear still on, waiting for Din to get into the bed, too. 

 When he did, the mattress dipping beneath the added weight and then the man taking his place beside you, you let out a breath, closing your eyes. “Are you safe?” The question shocked you, and for a second, you were unable to reply, thoughts racing. Safe? What does - “The women I’m usually with … they take care of it.” Oh. You froze, understanding. Of course they would, they’re…  “But if you aren’t, we can...” 

 “Yes. I’m… safe, Din.” You swallowed hard, heart pounding in your chest. “Here.” You fumbled for his hand in the dark, lifting your other arm and pressing his fingertips against the skin of the back of your bicep. It had made sense for you to get the implant during your travels across the galaxy and to the Academy, just in case. You never know what could happen, you’d told yourself. And after your arrival, you’d never removed it, feeling the same way. At least it’s going to do some good now. “Can you feel it?” He pressed down, taking a deep breath and cutting you off. “I’ve had it for -” 

 “I trust you.” The three words froze you again, and while you knew that he was referring to what you’d just proven to him, you also knew that the man could have said any number of other things to you in that moment. He trusts … oh, Maker. He kissed you before you could reply, lips firm against yours as he gripped your arm, and without thinking, you hooked a leg around one of his, urging him closer. As the man’s weight settled against you, you trailed an arm down his back, inhaling sharply as you realized that he’d removed his underwear - meaning that Din was completely nude and in bed with you. I’m overdressed. Dragging your nails over the dip in his lower back and then down more, you felt his hips shift, rolling into yours. This is happening. But the man didn’t let you touch him for long, instead pulling away and off of you before clearing his throat. “These have to come off.” 

 You felt him hook this fingers beneath the elastic you still wore, and without him asking, you raised your own hips from the mattress, waiting until he’d pulled the material down to lower yourself. You gave him a few seconds to reposition himself, the room silent and dark, the shift of the mattress the only indication that he was even still there. “Din?” You lifted one hand, immediately finding his hip, thumb moving slowly over it. What’s he waiting for? 

 “I wish I could see you.” You could feel the desire in his voice, and for the first time, realized that even though you were in as intimate a position with him as you’d ever been, you couldn’t clearly hear his thoughts. I wonder why, I wonder what… It was confusing - and something for you to think about later, instead choosing to focus on the way it felt to touch him; Din’s skin warm and soft beneath your fingers. I wish I could see you too, Din. 

 “Maybe next time.” You followed the crease of his thigh downward, the tips of your fingers meeting coarse hair on his abdomen. “Focus on me, Din.” You exhaled, breath shaky as your hand reached the base of him, Din’s breath catching - along with yours - as you closed your fingers around him for the first time, his mind finally opening up to you briefly. He’s acting like he’s never … not been able to see. They were slightly incoherent, but they were thoughts nonetheless, and you shook your head twice, sighing. Something else to think about later. “Din.” You moved your hand slowly, getting used to the feel of him. “Please, just...” You squeezed, flexing your knee, and before you’d relaxed it, you felt his hand on your leg and then moving upward, toward the apex of your thighs. 

 He paused only briefly before he touched you, and in that moment, you did get another clear thought - only one word, and one that you echoed in your own thoughts: finally. 

 You couldn’t help the quiet sound that escaped from your throat as his fingers first made contact with you, but it seemed to encourage the man; Din slowing the movement of his hand and leaning forward so that he could kiss you again. Even as he moved, you didn’t let go, rotating your wrist and circling your thumb over the tip of him, feeling dampness against it. Hmm. “This is where you’ve got me beat, Din.” You whispered, nipping at his lip. “Majority of my experience....” You sighed as he slipped a finger into you - only slightly, and then removed it, pausing before he did it again. “Ends with…” But he quieted you with another kiss, tongue making its way back into your mouth and stopping your words. Learn together. That’s… I like that plan. 

 You nodded at his unspoken words, widening the spread of your legs as your hand continued to glide up and down his length, Din’s hips rocking steadily into your grip. Yes. He braced himself next to and above you on both knees and one elbow, that hand resting against the side of your head as he kissed you. With your free hand, you reached between your bodies, slowly moving down your own stomach and meeting Din’s hand between your legs, coating the tips of your fingers in the dampness you felt there. It’ll help me to... “What are you …” He whispered the words, stopping as you curled your slick fingers around him, removing your other hand. “You … Maker.” He lowered his forehead to yours, groaning as you tightened your hold on him, hand moving much more freely as you found a steady rhythm. “E...Enough.” 

 The word came out shakily, and you stopped as soon as you heard it, both of you breathing hard. “Is…” But you didn’t get the whole question out, Din using one hand to cover your hand with his and guide himself into place, his head turning slightly to the side, the tip of his nose resting against the apple of your cheek. He’s going to … You felt him at your entrance, hot and firm, and then with your tiny nod of agreement, Din shifted his hips, pushing into you, both of your hands falling away. 

 He moved slowly, giving you time to adjust, and though he didn’t stop, Din maneuvered himself over your body, one arm going beneath your shoulders, the palm of his hand cradling the back of your head, the other tightly gripping your hip. He stayed on his knees, though he stretched one leg out, closing the distance between your waists and giving himself the ability to lengthen his thrusts without making them harsher. You alright? He wordlessly questioned you, and you nodded again, one hand gripping his shoulder, the fingers of the other - still damp - on his hip, wanting to feel the motion there, too. You hadn’t lied to the man - aside from Bari, you’d only ever been with two others, and neither of them had been as physically imposing as the Mandalorian was. But none of them felt this way, none of them … You groaned as he gripped the sheets next to you with one hand, pushing his upper body back and away from yours, hips snapping forward, your hold on him changing, nails digging into his skin. I like that. I do too. He was strong - there was no doubt about that, but another difference was that with the others, you hadn’t been able to keep them out of your head, unable to focus on your own pleasure because you’d been so caught up in theirs. With Din, even though his emotions were strong - he was happy, he was enjoying himself, and he was lost in you - he wasn’t thinking anything clearly, and it was enough to bring tears to the corners of your eyes as you squeezed them shut. “Feels…” You whined as he kissed you hard, then lowered his mouth to your shoulder, teeth bared against it. “Feels good, Din.” 

 You let go of his arm, hand moving over his shoulder blade and up the center of his neck, stopping at the hairline and pressing down as he drove into you again, this time a little harder. Though it didn’t quite hurt, you knew you’d be sore when he pulled away, but you didn’t care, urging him to continue by bringing your hips up to meet his, hand finally leaving his hip and joining the first at the back of his head. The end of his hair were damp and you toyed with them, even as you felt him panting against your skin, and without thinking about it, you turned your head toward his, feeling the shell of his ear against your lips. You parted them, running your tongue along the inner edge of it and humming, eyes still closed. With him as close as he was, and his hair as damp as it was, you could feel skin beneath it, a small indentation against the back of his neck, and without lifting your fingers, you realized that it was from the edge of his helmet and the way it pressed against his skin. But you’re not in it now. You cried out as he rocked into you, a small adjustment enough to let him slide in deeper than before, and your grip on him tightened, pointer finger filling in the divot left behind from the helmet as your thumb swept through the hair above it. You weren’t prepared for his reaction to that, the movement of his hips speeding up, his mouth replaced by his chin against your shoulder as he turned his head toward you. “Where do you…” It was his turn to groan, but he collected himself quickly, your name leaving his mouth in little more than a whisper. “Not gonna last, not like… tell me where.” You gave yourself only seconds to think, his question a necessary one, but surprised yourself with your reply. “Whatever… Wherever you want, Din.” I’m safe, I told you that, you felt it, you… He continued to move in you, the pace of his hips not faltering despite the decision you were making. “Don’t…” You gasped as he shifted you upward, pulling the top half of your body from the mattress, hands leaving his hair and your arms going back around his shoulders. “Fuck, Din, you…” 

 Your words sent him into motion, the man pulling out of you completely. You felt one of his arms moving, the muscles in his shoulder flexing rapidly as he handled himself, replacing the warmth of you with his fist. “You…” Din swore, and in a sudden burst of boldness, you unwound one arm from around him and reached down, back between your bodies and met his hand. You felt his surprise at the shift for a moment, but then Din’s grip on himself loosened, letting you take over, though he didn’t stop the rocking of his hips, his length sliding easily through your hand, still completely coated in you. Maker, I didn’t know I… But you focused on him, and on the fragments of thoughts you could hear, wanting to give him exactly what he needed, the urge to know what he was thinking overwhelming you. I don’t need to know what he’s thinking to make him happy. “C’mon, Din.” You were panting too, even though he was only touching your back and your side, his body radiating heat, fragments of thoughts filling your head. “Give…” You squeezed as you stroked him, the muscles in Din’s thighs tensing. “I want it, Din.” And you did - more than anything else; wanted to give him the release you knew he was chasing, to make him come apart under your touch. “Please.” Pressing your forehead to his again, you felt his hips stutter and then he tensed in your grip, his breath leaving his mouth in one long exhale and a series of quiet grunts. 

 Without stopping the movement of your hand, you worked him through it, a wet heat coating your abdomen and spreading slowly over your skin with each tensing of his muscles, the movement of his hips less fluid with each passing second. Finally, Din said your name, his voice trembling. I did… I did that to him. I… Any other man would have collapsed on top of you; spreading the stickiness between your bodies as he settled his weight, but Din only eased you backward until you were laying down before he pulled his arm out from beneath you. What is… “You didn’t come, did you.” You know the answer already.

He was still recovering - voice somewhat uneven - but you could sense his determination, and so you answered honestly, even though it wasn’t a question. “No. But I -” That was all it took, Din not letting you finish your sentence to tell him that it didn’t matter, that you hadn’t expected to before he’d replaced the hand between your legs, two fingers sliding back into you without pause. You arched your back off of the mattress,calling out his name, and even though it was less satisfying than the feeling of him inside you, for the first time that night, you shut out everything except your own thoughts, entirely focused on the way he was flexing both fingers within you at the same time that he was sliding them in and out. He… it feels so… 

 Din didn’t know your body - none of the men that you’d been with truly had - but he didn’t let that stop him, lowering himself down next to you and carefully holding his entire length against your side, reminding you of just who you were in bed with. “Bend your knee. Staabi jii. Right now.” He spoke into your ear and you did as he asked, moaning at his use of Mando’a with you and the fact that even though he was focused, he was telling you what you needed to know to understand him. Pulling out of you again, he pushed on your bent leg with his hand, the slickness coating his fingers warm against the inside of your thigh, and then moved his hand back, no hesitation before sliding them into you for a third time. The change in position - although slight, stretched your muscles, giving him a different angle, and even as he continued to speak to you - words in Basic that you clung to; your name, quiet praises, Din swearing - and some in Mando’a that you didn’t understand; olaror jii, Ni aalar gar - you lost yourself in him, and you felt the way your muscles clenched around his fingers, drawing him in deeper. 

 But then they did the same around nothing, and you opened your eyes, forgetting for a second that you couldn’t see anything. Seconds later, you felt the slight drag of Din’s elbow across your ribs, and then heard a quiet sucking sound. He’s … oh Maker he’s got his fingers in …  You heard his thought at the same time he spoke it out loud, the word barely more than a whisper, but directly into your ear. “Jatisyc.” He hummed quietly after the word, chest vibrating against your arm, and then Din’s hand was back between your legs, his fingers back inside of you while his thumb circled just above your opening, but with hardly any pressure. “Din.” You raised your hips, hearing him hum again into your ear, and  then the pressure increased, Din rubbing tight circles against the spot that his fingers couldn’t hit while they were buried in you. After only a few passes of the well-calloused pad, it was your turn to come undone, your hand gripping his bicep tightly enough to bruise - you were almost sure of it. Sorry, Din.

 But even that didn’t deter him, Din keeping the movement of his fingers going as you rocked your hips into his hand, his lips pressed against the side of your neck and the smile on them unmistakable, even through the waves of pleasure you felt. I’ve never … not like that. Not … That time, it was your thoughts that were scattered, uneven and incomplete until you weakly pushed on his arm, whispering his name. “Stars, Din, that…” You spoke quietly, gulping in a breath, and only went quiet when he put his hand on your hip again, saying your name. “Hmm?” 

 “I’ll be right back.” No. Wait. What? “I’m going to get a -”

 “No.” There was force behind the word, and you quickly corrected it, clearing your throat. “Not yet, Din. Don’t…” He relaxed next to you, and you could feel the tension leaving his body, though his heart rate was still elevated - as was yours. But one of us needs to… “There’s a towel, Din. On the table?” He moved as you spoke, and only a few seconds later, you felt the material swiping over your stomach, taking the mess he’d left with it. “You don’t have to ..” But he kept going, and then, after he’d finished there was a short pause and he said your name. “Yeah?” 

 “Folded it. You can …” Finish. Taking the towel from him with a grin on your face at the fact that he’d again folded the material, you made quick work of the rest of your body, letting out a shaky breath as you made contact with the still sensitive skin between your legs. Dropping the towel to the floor, you rolled toward the man, cautiously reaching up. He didn’t flinch when you touched the side of his head, and so you leaned in, kissing the center of his chest and  then pulling back. Wait a second. 

 “Din?” He settled his hand on your back, but made no move to draw you closer. “What was the last thing you said to me? In Mando’a, after you …” There was no hesitation as he replied, leaning in and whispering the words into your ear. “Said you tasted good.” He hummed, the sound closer to a laugh. “Jatisyc.” He paused. “Delicious.” You froze, stunned, but the man didn’t give you a chance to reply before he turned his head and kissed you, lips meeting yours in confirmation that he stood behind what he said. That … he… there … Meant it. 

 “I know you did, Din.” You murmured the words, scooting closer to him and feeling his hold on you tighten. “And I also know you’re going to get up and go back into the cockpit, but… Will you stay here? Just for -” Just a few minutes.

“Yes.” He lifted his leg, hooking it over yours, fingers making their way through your hair as you moved your hand slowly over his back. “I’m not going anywhere.” You didn’t mean to, but you fell asleep a few minutes later, the Mandalorian’s heartbeat steady against your cheek, and his thoughts - the man completely content - once again filling your head. 

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[butwhyduh]

Hi! Can I request 'First Apartment' with Tim Drake? Like maybe be and reader are trying to get it on while moving but bat family appears because the want to help and/or see theirs new place? Whatever floats your boat rly. Just plz can I have some Tim content :)?

I love our boy Timbo 💕

Warning:smut, bra ripped

The keys entering the door and turning the lock sounded heavenly. It felt like freedom and ownership. As Tim gently turned the handle, he stopped in front of you. You looked at him a little confused.

“What?” You asked and he gave you a shy smile as he shoved the keys in his pocket.

“Hold on,” he grabbed behind your knees and back to pick you up bridal style. You grabbed at his arm.

“Tim!” You yelped and he laughed before walking you into the room sitting you down on your feet inside.

“I’d lay you on furniture but they’re kinda hard to get to,” he admitted. Boxes made a maze to the couch and chair. The apartment was way nicer than anything you’d ever considered but it wasn’t surprising that Tim Drake-Wayne could afford a fancy place. A nice penthouse apartment in a relatively safe area of town had a drop level living room, open airy stainless steal kitchen and a giant master bedroom with a walk in shower and jacuzzi.

“We’ll get to work on that tomorrow. Look at the view,” you said looking at the dying light of a sunset. The city of Gotham almost looked hopeful in the amber light. Tim wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder. You could feel his body warmth and smell his soft cologne. You felt secure.

“I’m glad you like it. The view really sold me on the place,” he said in your ear. He swayed you both side to side. Of course he had many strategic reasons for the place including security and privacy. There had been a whole spreadsheet to his decision. He hadn’t stressed you about the 25 places he inspected but showed 3 equally perfect choices.

“And I thought it was the easy commute to your work and my university,” you quipped.

“That’s a bonus. But the fact that I can stand in my living room without my brothers interrupting us right now is pretty nice too,” he said with a kiss to your neck.

“Definitely a bonus. It’s like they knew when we were kissing. Every time,” you said leaning your head back to expose your neck more. Tim hummed in agreement against your skin. His lips pressed soft kisses along your skin. His fingers slid up your shirt to make circles on your stomach. You gasped and grabbed his hair as he nipped a sensitive spot on your collar.

The door bell rang. Tim groaned before walking to the door. He opened it to see Barbara and Dick standing at the door, Dick’s hand was casually thrown over her shoulder. They looked like a pair of models and must be very conspicuous when seen together. Dick offered Tim a bottle of wine. “Hey Timbo, we thought we’d come congratulate you guys. Hey Y/n,” He waved. You nodded back.

“Do you both want to come in?” Tim offered, always a gentleman. Dick walked in and looked around. Barbara gave you a light hug before coming in.

“Look at the view! This is a little nicer than my first place in Bludhaven,” Dick laughed. Tim sat the wine on the counter.

“Your first place in Bludhaven was terrifying. I could smell the crime walking in. You didn’t have to travel far for patrol,” Barbara laughed.

“It was a nice place on a rookie cop pay,” he defended himself. Barbara rolled her eyes.

“This place will be cute when it’s fixed up,” Barbara said. While Dick was looking at the place, Barbara took a look at you and Tim. Tim’s hair was messy and cheeks and lips pink. You looked similarly flushed.

“Dickie, let’s give them space. They’ll probably want to start unpacking,” Barbara said. She gave him a wink. Dick looked confused for a second before it clicked.

“Yeah, we can visit again later,” Dick said with a little smile as he walked to the door. “Congrats on the place. And don’t forget protection,” he said quickly before he and Barbara left. Tim flushed a deep red.

“Well at least they left,” you said grinning. Tim rolled his eyes. “And wine!”

“Yeah. I mean, we’re 19 and a cop gave us wine but it’s nice,” Tim said walking over to you again. “But I’d rather tap something else instead of that bottle,” he muttered under his breath.

You gasped and giggled. “Tell me what you really want, Timmy.” You wrapped your arms around his neck. His blue eyes were always so intense that sometimes you could see him thinking. Tim’s big brain always took your breath away when he’d finally tell you what he was thinking.

“You’re happy right? Psychologically, moving is the 3rd most stressful life event most people have, statistically,” he said quietly. He looked at you like you were the sun. He held your waist gently and your faces were only a few inches from each other.

“I’m very happy. You make me so happy,” you said softly. He relaxed visibly and kissed you gently. Tim reached a hand up to caress your cheek. He pulled back a fraction.

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted,” Tim said. His face searched yours for a reaction. You shyly smiled and leaned up to catch his lips. He held the back of your neck and waist tightly as he deepened the slow kiss. It was not rushed or in lust. It felt like he wanted you to feel appreciated and treasured.

“TT. Father, we should have waited another day to visit. Though luck because leaving the door unlocked was an ill advised choice, Drake,” droned the younger Wayne brother. You pulled away from Tim and looked to see Bruce Wayne and Damian Wayne standing in the doorway. Bruce had the slightest upturn of his lips. Tim glared at Damian.

“Knocking works. And the door bell,” Tim said.

“I was testing your security system. Everything appears functional except human error of an unlocked door. You should take mind of that particularly as your partner is insufficient at self defense,” Damian stated looking around. You gave Damian a mirthless smile.

“Damian,” Bruce said and the boy quieted. “This is a good apartment. I designed it myself some time ago. The sunset through the full window was a design feature. I hope you both enjoy it.”

“Thanks, Bruce,” Tim said rubbing his neck, knowing that was basically a hug and love you from a non-emotionally constipated parent.

“It’s really nice, Mr Wayne. I didn’t know you did architecture,” you said watching Damian who was now inspecting the wall and window seals.

“Occasionally I have spent time personally designing certain buildings. Especially when I plan to give them to one of my boys. This is yours, Tim. The name transfers to yours on Monday,” Bruce said walking around the room and purposefully not looking at Tim. You looked at him in shock.

“The whole building,” you asked faintly.

“Yes. Tim is an adult. I built this as an investment piece. We can talk revenue stream and care on Monday but I assure you that it is quite profitable. I’ve done this for each of my boys as they’ve moved out as adults. Dick has a building downtown and Jason insisted on an entire block in the Narrows that is now a non-profit clinic and homeless shelter. I have others for my other children as well,” Bruce said.

“Thank you, Bruce,” Tim said and he gave Bruce a half hug.

“Of course, as the blood son I get the manor,” Damian said with a smirk.

“You’re the blood son? Never heard that one,” Tim said rolling his eyes.

“In many years. I’m still using the manor, Damian,” Bruce said and you swore you saw him rolling his eyes at Tim.

“You can still use it as long as you want. It will just be in my name at the earliest convenience,” Damian started. Bruce laughed.

“Absolutely not,” he said. “Let’s get going. They probably want to be alone in their new apartment.”

Damian gave a look. “Lock the door, Drake. No point in top point Wayne security if you leave the door open.”

“Yeah I know,” Tim said with a fake smile.

“Thanks for stopping by!” You called after them. Damian locked the door on the way out.

“Finally!” Tim said. You laughed. “Where were we earlier?” He pulled you into a deep kiss and any questions you had about owning a freaking building was lost. He grabbed at your hips and pulled you tight. You moaned as he nipped at your neck. Tim pushed you against the island in the kitchen. He slid his hands underneath your sweater before turning you away from him. You were bent at the waist over the counter.

“Timmy,” you breathed as he kissed your neck and palmed your breasts under your sweater. He hummed against your skin while grinding on your ass.

“Woah, Timbers,” came a voice from the bedroom. You yelped. Jason and one of his outlaw friends stood in the doorway. Tim quickly pulled his hands from in your shirt and pulled the fabric down. He didn’t let you go as he had a massive erection by this point but he basically covered your body with his arms, the best he could. You turned and buried your head in his neck. It was one thing to be seen kissing and another groping over a kitchen counter.

“What the fuck, Todd,” Tim asked mentally planning to change all locks and updating security. He glared at his brother.

“Just thought I’d bring over a housewarming gift,” Jason said with a 6 pack of beer in his hand. His friend showed off another pack and a bag of chips. “We’ll leave and come back another time,” he said with a big grin. Tim noticed that they didn’t leave the food or drink but instead went back to the secondary elevator in the bathroom. “I’ll lock this for you. Don’t forget protection,” Jason said with a wink.

“Bye,” Tim said forcefully. Jason and his friend laughed and left via the elevator. “I’m checking every lock in here.”

He walked around the apartment, checking every lock just as he promised. He came back to you with a look of hunger in his eyes. Tim roughly kisses you before all but pushing you to the bedroom where he pressed you on the bed.

“Oof,” you made the soft sound as you bounced on the mattress. Before you could get your barings, Tim kissed at your neck. Normal you’d complain about him marking you so roughly but the sensation was amazing. He quickly threw off your shirt and continued marking down your chest. His fingers fiddled with the strap of your bra before just ripping the thin fabric.

“Timothy!” You gasped. He grinned up at you before taking your nipple in his mouth. You moaned and grabbed at his hair. You pulled at his tie and dress shirt. Tim pulled away and quickly shoved them off. He might have even popped a button or two. You ran your hands along his bare chest feelings the muscles underneath. He unbuttoned and with a hook, yanked both your pants and underwear off in a smooth movement. You gasped at his eagerness. He never acted this way.

Tim hand slid up your thighs to play with your folds as he kissed you. You all but panted against his lips. You pulled at his belt and he leaned away for a second to roughly shove his pants and boxers down his legs.

“Where are the condoms?” He said, palming himself.

“No need. Birth control,” you answered and he groaned with a look similar to pain. Tim climbed over you again. He sunk in slowly.

“Holy shit you’re wet,” he said. You really were but the fact that he couldn’t remember the last time he had sex without a condom had more to do with it. Tim grabbed your hips to ground himself.

“Please... move,” you whined. He started slowly. It was agonizing on your end. Tim reached between your legs to rub your clit. He wasn’t going to last long but he’d was damned if he didn’t want you to finish first. After getting his baring, he started moving faster.

The sounds you made were magical and it sped him faster and harder. You moaned into his mouth as he roughly kissed you deeply. His tongue possessive lay swept in your mouth. Tim could feel you tightening around him and your sounds growing louder. You weren’t going to last long. You clenched around him tightly in release. He grunted and thrust roughly before cumming. He moved through both of your highs before stopping.

Tim’s forehead rested on yours and his weight laid on your body. You could feel his heart pounding roughly. “Tim, you’re heavy,” you protested. He rolled off to beside you.

Tim pulled you on his chest and kissed your lips gently. “I’m so glad you moved in with me. Our place.”

You smiled and stared at his perfectly blue eyes. “Our place,” you said kissing his cheek.

[blankerthought]

i’m bored, so it’s time to post some of my aus before i lose them in a file forever:

Some semi-normal sbi foster au:

tommy as the new foster kid who’s sorta traumatized and Does Not Want To Be Attached (good luck on that one), 

wilbur as the one who had shitty parents who made Phil godfather so there’s that whole link there,

techno the street kid who might’ve been in a cult at some point? God knows anyway Phil lured him like a cat n he got adopted a couple years back, 

Phil the foster parent with a Job In Construction (i would like to state that Kristin n him aren’t like, dating-dating yet in this -they’re getting there!-but. She's his boss. Also, the “Construction Job” might be partially a front for crime or something but it isn’t clear just how much Phil is aware of.) 

Tubbo as Old Best Friend from previous foster home who got adopted early on and p much lost contact w around age 11 or so but who was still Dearly Remembered

Ranboo as Tubbo’s New Best Friend and thus Enemy 

Anyway, the entire rest of the fic is a more typical “adjusting to them not being shit, feeling safe in the first time in forever, one or two major misunderstandings/issues that are resolved after a chapter cliffhanger/pov change” type things 

But! We are not finished with the fic yet.

I want there to be a chatlog type thing at the end of every chapter- a little update, could be the honest truth, could be total lies.

I want there to be the assumption of “ooo, he must be texting his social worker! Maybe it’s a friend from his last foster house? Maybe it’s someone from his bio family- maybe it’s (character)!”

Btw, in this Eryn is absolutely his old foster brother- they still text occasionally. Idk if i’d put it in the fic or not i just think that’d be fun.

Anyway, ⅔ into the fic, a lot of issues have been dealt with- but oh? The fic isn’t over?

Boom bitch, guess who’s really into discduo?

I want you to picture this. You are Wilbur Soot. You have a father (who was once just your godfather, before everything went to shit, but it is his title and he wears it with pride and love that makes your chest feel warm) and one- tentatively two- brothers. The older one can be violent and weird, but you love him not just despite but because of everything that makes him different. The younger one only came into your life a month or so back- but he has so quickly integrated himself into your life, borrowed his way into your heart, that it feels like it’s been longer. You’ve had your issues, but you feel like you’re close, like your family is just as loved and broken and beautiful as it should be.

 You awaken one day to find that your new little brother seems to be slightly buzzing in his seat at the breakfast table. He is texting someone on his phone and, despite the early hour, is exceedingly awake. He does not answer you when you ask him why in the goddamn hell he is vibrating out of his skin. You shrug this off and try to chug enough coffee to make your brain work.

 There is nothing odd on the way to school, and the only new interesting thing that seems to be happening once classes start is your other brother texting you about his “annoying new student”. you’d be concerned, but your brother also told you once that he got annoyed by people breathing, so you assume that the new kid’s only fault is probably the sole act of existing.

 Finally, it is time to leave the school. Your pink brother is still complaining, quite uncharacteristically, about the new kid, who he points out as the one in a white facemask and annoyingly neon green hoodie. You hear a shriek of what you assume is delight, that quite alarmingly is coming from the blonde gremlin you call brother. The red-and-white blur that passes you also seems to be him, and you see that you were right upon seeing him stop his momentum by violently tackling new kid to the ground. 

 Let’s take a minute to run that again. Your brother. The “Don’t touch me” kid. The “flinches every time anyone not Tubbo or Ranboo gets too close” kid. The “for the love of Prime, if you get too close i Will bite” kid.

Is currently hugging new kid to death on the ground a few meters away.

 Your name is Wilbur Soot, and you haven’t felt this confused since you learned of the existence of anteaters at the tender age of six. 

[burnedbyshoto]

Hi, umm... I need you to write a fic or hc about that lactation kink post that you made (if you can, obviously) btw I LOVE YOU SO MUCH🥺💖

i meant to have had this done yesterday but i had like 6 friends tripping on acid and i needed to babysit them, so sorry :(

I mighttttt write a lactation fic for bakugou because red didn’t take my hc for her kinktober so obviously that means it lands right back on my shoulders. but, take the headcanons for now ψ(｀∇´)ψ I love you so much too:

— it’s without a doubt that bakugou’s got some good af man boobs

— his pecs are almost deceiving to you, and you’re not quite sure how to handle it

— before you could get your hands on his pecs, they seemed so sturdy, hard, built to perfection. you once believed that if you slammed your head against his pecs, you would break your head

— but you’re wrong

— his chest is so fucking warm, and deliciously soft

— the mound of flesh and muscle easily moldeable as you grasp it between your fingers, the skin turning white under your fingers and reddening when it leaves

— and bakugou initially fucking hates it

— b: “get your fucking nasty mutt hands off my damn chest!”

— y: “but katsuki, they’re so fucking soft!”

— b: “I don’t give a shit, shit nerd!”

— y: “what if I just...” (you press your hands to his chest, and retract them) “yeah... what if I do that?”

— b: “i’m giving you one goddamn last chance to leave me the fuck alone!”

— whenever you so much touch his chest when you kiss him, bury your face in the valley between his pecs, breathe, or think of his mounds he shoves you 10 meters away

— that is until the day you top him and in your delirious high, you latch onto his nipple and fucking suck on it until he’s coming so much his seed spills out of you while he’s ball deep in you

— then he falls over the deep end with you

— but like the tsundere he is, it’ll take a bit

— he’ll begin to give into your soft touches, let your fingernail to drag beneath the underside of his pecs, to let your bites and nibbles trail down his neck and onto his pecs, but while he likes it, he wants you to focus on his goddamn nipples

— bakugou, one night, while you’re both chilling. your fingers tracing his chest absentmindedly while watching the news for updates: “I don’t understand why you’re so fucking obsessed with my chest, shit pervert. ‘s not like you haven’t seen plenty of bare chested men before.”

— you, being pulled out of the trance, making a face at bakugou who is refusing to look at you, ears a pretty pink: “cuz your boobs are fucking hot as shit.”

— bakugou: “DONT CALL THEM FUCKING BOOBS!”

— 10 minutes later after the two of you are done rough housing because he refuses to keep the argument civil about whether or not his pecs should be called boobs or not, your face is now shoved in his chest while you try slowing your pants

— you, throwing down your big card finally, staring at bakugou’s flushed face through your eyelashes: “theyre boobs and I can prove it. if they’re just muscle, everything i do next will just feel good in a relaxing way, but if they’re tits, bet your ass you’ll have a boner. so let me play with them, ka-tsu-ki.” you articulate each syllabl of his name

— bakugou, panting and already pitching a tent because he fucking wants this so badly: “it’s not gonna feel like fucking anything, shit perv!”

— thus began the titty kissing and nipple sucking for bakugou, and it’s clear as could be that hes sooooo into it

— every time you fuck, intense makeout sessions, fuck with clothes still pretty much on, guaranteed that his shirt is bunched up as far as you can get it. your lips attached onto his nipples as you suck on it, bite it, flick it with your tongue as you grind further onto his erection

— bakugou’s turns into putty every time you scrape your teeth against his nipples, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, muted explosions lightly burning your ass

— “fucking nasty, shit pervert, sucking m-my nipples like that?” bakugou keens, his hips slamming up to meet yours as your tongue smooths over the inflamed skin. “fucks wrong with you?”

— and of course in dating bakugou, that also means you gotta be able to get under his skin like no one else, so you simply smirk and leave it be

— until the very next day you ask if you can suck his nipples and bakugou, who’s super into that, says sure and is expecting sex, but is flabbergasted when you simply suck on his pert nipple as a baby does to a mother

— “you were complaining that it was perverted,” you say, after coming off of his spit lubricated nipples with a loud pop. “I was just proving that it wasn’t!”

— time and time again you begin to suck on his nipples religiously. every day the two of you are able to, you find that you have his nipples in your mouth, teeth and tongue performing for him while you watch his face heat up and sweat drench his temples

— until one day, when you’re slowly grinding against his crotch, a particularly hard suck, something comes out

— it’s warm and it’s sweet and it’s a lot, and by far the whiniest, high pitched, orgasmic moan escapes his mouth and you can feel his cock spasm beneath you with him cumming

— you shoot away from him, the liquid dribbling out of your mouth, joining the spit on your chin, and you meet vermillion eyes who look just as shocked and astonished as you do

— you swallow the liquid, and the both of you look down at his nipples and sure enough theres a creamish color leaking from the swollen skin and youre the first to break

— “are you... lactating?” you ask, an almost evil, knowing smirk on your face

— “THE HELL YOU MEAN LACTATING?! HOW THE SHIT AM I SUPPOSED TO BE LAC—!!”

— he could never finish that sentence because you’ve latched onto him again, lips reverently sucking the warm, sweet milk from his glands

— his voluptuous, sensual moans and ragged broken cries for more fueling you on as his cock comes back to its past hardness

— in the end, you drain him dry, bakugou also having cum multiple times as you pull away, gasping for air

— you rub your mouth with the back of your hand as your cunt throbs with want and need now

— “fuck... you...” bakugou gasps, the gazed high look on his eyes, the drool on the pillow, and tears of euphoria painting a different picture. “shit perv... always sucking my nipples like it’s candy... fuck you... this is your fault... all your fault...”

— “aww, but baby,” you coo, kissing him softly. “that was hot as fuck, and I need you to know that I don’t. plan. on. stopping.”

— and thus began bakugou katsukis and yours endeavor on his milk producing boobs and a lactation kink that definitely cemented over in both your heads

[2jaeh]

Bubble ♡︎ | Na Jaemin

Genre : Fluff humor

You’re subscribed to Jaemins bubble, excited just like every other fan to recieve his message for today until his new messages don’t seem like the others.....

-—————————————————————————

“What’s taking so long ?” You stared blankly at the LYSN* app while stretching your legs onto your leather couch.

You switched over to the Twitter app and scrolled through your timeline, briefly reading through whatever was the latest topic on nctzen Twitter. One tweet caught your attention which made you chuckle out loud

Nananotifs: “I’m pretty sure Haechan finally threw Jaemin’s phone out of the dorm window bc.......”

All Nanadoongies gathered on Twitter to complain about the absence of Jaemin especially since he was the only one who hadnt reposted Chenle’s beloved pup Daegal.

You sighed and switched back to the LYSN app and noticed you were able to send one more message to Jaemin before the app blocks you off until he sends a new message.

Y/n: nana I miss you please say something

JAEMIN: y/n did you eat today ? I’ve missed you!

Your eyes widened at the immediate message you received from your ult. Was is coincidental ? Ofcourse it was, they don’t get notifications from fan messages do they ?

You immediately switched over to Twitter already seeing the bubble update account sharing Jaemins new message along with the entire timeline screaming over his activity.

~boominana: “how dare he act so normal I’m gonna cry !!!!”

~jaeminjenos: “post a selfie Jaemin don’t be shy”

~dreamies023: “he’s probably busy guys let him post when he wants to”

The last account was right. Jaemin was probably so busy. It was nice that he still found time out of his schedule to message nctzens and that’s what you loved most about him.

Y/n: Jaemin you’re stressing everyone out on Twitter lol let us know you’re doing ok we love you !

JAEMIN: am I ? :/

Was it a delayed message ? You shook your head and decided it was probably just another glitch on the app.

Y/n: yes stop ghosting us !

JAEMIN: ghosting ? ㅋㅋㅋ so dramatic

You froze. There was absolutely no way that from the tons of messages he would be recieving right now that yours would be the one he read and responded to.

The interaction made your heart race and quickly switch over to Twitter, it was probably chaos right now wondering what Jaemins messages could mean.

Silence.

Everyone on the timeline moved on from Jaemins first message and there were no updates on the messages you had just received from him.

PING!

JAEMIN: y/n ~ are you not going to answer me ? How am I ghosting you :(

This could not be real. You felt a lump in your throat as you checked over your other bubble subscriptions which all seemed fine except for his. You had no idea how to feel or what to do.

Y/N: this is weird. Send me a selfie so I know you’re actually replying to me and not a bot -_-

About 15 minutes went by and you stared at the open chat. He had read your message but there was no reply.

“Humh it was a bot after all” you huffed, about to close the app when your phone pinged and you saw Jaemins name pop up.

A voice note.

“Hey y/n, I hope I’m saying your name correctly hehe So long story short I think the chat glitched and your name and profile pic added itself to my own bubble. Weird right ? Mark Hyung told me I should send a voice note because it will make you believe me a bit more and .....well we would know if you posted on Twitter which CANNOT happen hahaha you understand right ?”

What was happening right now.

You pinched yourself to make sure you didn’t accidentally fall asleep on the couch and start having a very eerie realistic dream.

JAEMIN: I know you’re shocked rn but I really enjoy reading your replies haha it was the best part of my day and well I couldn’t help myself today. I wanted to tease you lol

Y/N: wait so how long has this “glitch” happened for ?

JAEMIN: hmmm....about a month now I think...after you renewed your account I think hehe

Y/N: what ??? Omg I’m so embarrassed......

JAEMIN: there’s nothing to be embarrassed about trust me. I’ve read everything czennies have sent me haha I find it amusing.

You exhaled deeply and scrolled through some of the messages you have sent him during this month and thankfully none of them were cringeworthy.

Y/N: so...now what? Should I speak to app support and fix this....unsubscribe or something....

JAEMIN: LOL youre really funny. Imagine finding out you can speak to someone from your fav idol group and you want to call tech support ...LOL so funny Mark Hyung is laughing

You felt your cheeks heat up at the image of Na Jaemin and Mark Lee laughing at your messages.

JAEMIN: please don’t be embarrassed y/n ! I only did this bc well I have your profile now and you’re really cute.

This was NOT happening.

Y/N: Uh......

JAEMIN: what do you have a boyfriend ? ....

Y/N: no I don’t I’m just....it’s nothing never mind

JAEMIN: LOL so cute! So do you have Kakao ?

Y/N: you want my number ? Why ? .....

JAEMIN: to talk to you obviously! What if they fix the glitch and I’ll never be able to talk to you again..

Jaemin wanted to talk to you. He was trusting you wholeheartedly to add him on his private account. Did he have an idea of the kind of person you were ? How could he possibly risk his career to a nobody ?

Y/N: I do have kakao it’s YN_0023.... Jaemin I won’t say anything but are you sure this is okay ?

JAEMIN: yeah I’ll video call you and we can talk about it ...adding you now. Clear this chat after you get my text!

VIDEOCHAT ?

Is he absolutely insane ? Maybe the voice note was fabricated. Maybe this was some weirdo trying to prey on innocent fangirls. Maybe -

Nana00: heyyyyyyyyy :)

Y/n: hi Uhm is this ...Jaemin ...

Nana00: yup (inserts a pic with your username on a sheet of paper)

Y/n: holy shiiiiit

By now you were already pacing across your entire apartment trying to come to terms with what was going on in your life right now. It became a force of habit to constantly check Twitter and make sure by chance somebody mentioned a glitch of some sort or SM announcing that the app is under construction or SOMETHING.

‘This couldn’t be real’ you thought.

Nana00: lol you’re so funny so are you free to video call ?

Y/n: Uhm......are you sure that’s a good idea ?

Nana00: yeah I mean firstly I would like to know you’re real too lol and also I want to know if I can trust you with this information.....it’ll be quick I promise

Y/n: well....okay give me 10minutes please

Nana00: lol sure :)

After scrambling to your bathroom to make yourself a little presentable as if you just won a video call event for your ult, you finally set on a laidback look so it doesn’t look too obvious that you put a little effort in.

You decided to prop your phone on the mini tripod on your desk so the lighting from your bedroom window in front of you bounced off your skin perfectly.

Y/n: okay I’m ready. I’m a little shy so.....sorry if I can’t talk much...

Nana00: you don’t sound shy when you talk about me on bubble hehe ;)

You buried your face in your hands and groaned. The embarrassment was still eating at you and Jaemin was not letting you live those messages down.

Ring Ring Ring......

You saw your phone light up and Jaemins kakao profile picture fill your screen.

With a shaky finger you press the recieve button and watch as the pixelated video start to clear up, presenting a very smiley Na Jaemin.

“Hi there” he said in his high voice and a bright smile on his face. He seemed to be sitting at his desk as well, hair still wet from either a rainy day or a shower.

“Uhm hi” you replied shyly and waved awkwardly.

“So this is the face behind the bubble profile huh”

“I guess so” you replied. It seemed as though you were calm and collected but on the inside you were screaming. Screaming that you were conversing with one of your favourite people right now.

“Good! Sorry to ask this again but did you clear the chat on bubble ? We have to be careful with that” he said in a concerned voice.

“Yeah I did after you sent the pic I finally realized it was definitely you so I went ahead and did it” you quickly said, kinda embarrassed by how fast your words came out.

Jaemin chuckled.

“You still doubted me after the voice note?”

“Just a little”

“You’re so adorable it’s ridiculous you know that ?” He gleamed and neared the screen, his deep brown eyes focusing on yours “ where are you from y/n?”

“Well I live in a lot of places but my hometown is _______. I learnt most of my korean while studying here in Osaka weird enough” you shrugged.

You moved to Japan for your first year of university since it was where you sort of grew up as a kid and took up extra korean classes once settled in the city.

“Osaka ?? Wow I love Japan I can’t wait to go back! Well now I kinda have an excuse to go” he winked sending your heart into a frenzy.

You giggled shyly “is this the fan service everybody talks about ?

“Fan service is a job....this is different I’m sure you know that y/n haha”

“All of this because of my profile picture ?”

“Well” Jaemin bit down on his lip as his eyebrows turned into a frown

“I obviously saw your pic and thought you were very cute but a big part of it was your messages and how you would always message me when I most needed it.”

“My messages are very random” you chuckled.

“Still made me smile throughout my day and that means a lot” he said and ran his fingers through his hair “so it’s kinda selfish of me to say, but id like for you to update me...personally”

“Na Jaemin are you asking me to be your own personal bubble account ?” You raised your eyebrow.

“Yeah pretty much” he shrugged “I’ll repay the subscription when I see you Osaka.”

[huihuiheart]

My Queen - Mafia! Changkyun

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Pairing: Mafia! Changkyun x Sub! Female Reader

Genre: Smut with some fluff, but mostly just filth

Summary: Part 2 of Yes Sir! - You agreed to be his, so he intends to show you that he really can make you his queen. Honestly, I’m kind of considering making this a series.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, dom/sub themes (pretty soft though), body worship, strip tease(barely), most of the foreplay in the previous part, fingering.

Word Count: 1,706

“I think it’s time for you to make me your queen now, Sir.” You give him the same smirk he’s been giving you all night as you give him a true answer to his earlier invitation as well as move to get what you both truly wanted.

“Fuck doll. I thought you’d never ask.”

As much as Changkyun would have liked to fuck you in the hidden area behind the bar, he insisted on taking you back to his place to finish what the two of you had started. After all, he promised to make you his queen, so while he had no problems fucking you anywhere, over anything...it’s not what he intended to do your first night together like this. He intended to spoil you tonight, make sure you knew exactly all the things he could give to you. He’d save the rougher aspects for some other time. Likely when you would need to be reminded of just who was in charge after his endless amounts of spoiling.

His hand resting on your thigh through the whole drive to his place, making you certain you’re making a mess of the expensive leather seat of his car. Not that Changkyun would ever find himself complaining about that, quite the opposite actually. If he knew, however, the last of his self-control might shatter and he might take you in the backseat of his car only to regret not treating you how he felt you truly deserved. 

Chsngkyun was sure he could have been pulled over for multiple traffic violations, but he couldn’t care less. He was just glad he got you both back to his place as quickly as possible. Beaming proudly to himself when he noticed you gawking as his impressive home. Having come up the private drive, past the perfectly manicured lawn to what was practically a mansion. You knew it would be impressive, already knowing how much he profited...still the outside alone blew away any previous expectations you had.

“This is all yours now too. Along with anything else you might want or need. You are my queen now after all.”Changkyun brushes his thumb over your cheek, before slipping out of the car and coming around to help you out. The man was more than eager to get you inside, not that he’d let you appreciate the interior too much currently. Not when his patience was already running thin. He needed you in his bedroom and he needed you there now before he lost his goddamn mind.

The second both of you are through the door his lips are on yours, his hands finding your hips to lead the way to his room. Thoroughly distracting you from anything else, including anyone who works at his home, and might be catching glimpses of you both along the way. Something you would have worried about slamming the bedroom door shut doing if his home weren’t so big that the sound would have died out before meeting the ears of too many other people. 

Changkyun finally pulls away from your lips, sitting on his bed and unbuttoning his shirt slowly, “Strip for me doll? I want to see all of you, my queen.”

Despite the fact that he was the dominant one in the bedroom, his words were a request, not a demand. Wanting to be sure that you were comfortable tonight, even if he desired something different. Willing to concede to anything you wanted, even if he was dominant. You hold more power over Changkyun than you likely even knew. 

Shy or not, you were too far gone at this point to not give in to his request. Your movements weren’t slow enough to tease him but also allowed enough time for him to properly appreciate the view of each new inch of your bare skin that graced his sight. When he called you his queen that was putting it lightly, you had been his whole world for a while now. Not that it was love at first sight per se unless you counted the first time he saw your personality show through...that being what sucked the man in and trapped him there with no hope of escaping. 

Changkyun slipping his shirt off his shoulders and tossing it aside to join the last of your clothes, his hand offered to you as he stands once again. Gently gripping your hips to guide you back onto the bed, taking your place for a moment and discarding his pants, but not yet stripping entirely. He’s too busy focusing on you right now to worry about that. Leaning forward to press his lips to your throat before working them lower, intending to cover every little piece of skin he could reach with his affections. Willing to bow to his queen, showing wordlessly just how deeply his feelings ran even if he had not confessed them before tonight. Wanting you to know that he would give you everything, give up everything if it was for you...even his life.

“Where is all this patience coming from sir? Show me the same raw desire you did back at the bar. I want you already, please.” The way you pleaded beneath him, tacking on the honorific made Changkyun concede easily. His wants still bleeding through into his actions though, kissing his way back up before pressing a passionate kiss to your lips. His thinly clothed bulge grinding down onto your bare core.

“All in due time my queen, I want to make you feel blissfully loved first. Then I’ll fuck you senseless like a little slut afterward. That’s fair isn’t it?” Changkyun inquires, the rolling of his hips turning you to putty for him. Your nod is the only response he needs right now, after all, he can break you into all of his rules later. For now, his sole focus is on making sure you know how much he appreciates the entirety of you. 

Changkhyun’s fingers trail up your inner thigh, meeting your eagerness by slowly rubbing two fingers through your glistening folds. His lips drift over your neck and up your jaw, before looking into your eyes as he gently eases his fingers inside of you, letting you adjust as he works them deeper.

“I’m going to make you cum so sweetly before I show you that I can give it to you rough too. I want you to know that no matter what your desire, I can fulfill all of your needs my queen. You’ll never need anyone but me.” His languid pace along with his words has you moaning breathlessly into the room. It was not quite what you had begged him for, yet it was still so pleasurable that your head was already spinning. His thumb falling to your clit to rub circles at the same leisurely pace that his fingers pumped into you. Changkyun’s mouth lowering to capture one of your nipples, fully intending to use any weak spot he could find to make you feel as good as possible. Something you never would have thought could make you cum so hard until he did it, fingers stroking over your spot with each press of them into you while he rides you through the high. Giving you the briefest of kisses before he brings his fingers up to his mouth, making a show out of cleaning your essence off them, the taste making him moan.

“Fuck me like you promised and I’ll let you eat me out for as long as you want later.” You bargain with him, knowing that if you don’t speak up fast he’ll probably drag this out longer by tasting you from the source before you get to feel him. As enticing as that sounded you were far too impatient at the moment for that. Your hands are already pushing down his boxers to finally free his cock, letting you see it for the first time.

“Fine, but I’m going to hold you to that.” Changkyun chuckles, hands gripping your hips to flip you over onto your hands and knees. His hands greedily groping at your ass while rubbing his tip through your folds, collecting your wetness before sheathing himself as deep inside of you as he could get. He leans in towards your ear, not having moved yet, “Tomorrow when you can’t walk on your own though, just remember that you’re the one who asked for this.” 

He doesn’t waste a second more before he’s setting a bruising pace that has your legs quaking each time he fills you so completely. Stroking over your most sensitive spots, his tip even brushing against your cervix in a way that you know will undoubtedly leave you sore reminders the next day. No part of you could care less though, you finally were getting fucked the way you’d wanted since you started working for Changkyun. Finally feeling his hips snap against your ass while he fucked you like his own personal doll. Something Changkyun certainly proved he could keep up for rounds without any hesitation.

Peeking out from under the covers the next morning, you carefully moved to slip out of bed. Your legs are slightly weak and a bit jelly-like, but not unbearable. It seemed his doting aftercare had done you some good, especially at ensuring you didn’t feel grimey this morning. You silently pad over to your items and fish your cell phone out of your purse, before slipping out of the room and glancing down the hall the check that the coast was clear. Scrolling through your call history for that one familiar number, despite it being marked as an unknown caller and pressing the button, waiting for someone to pick up.

“It worked.....I’m in. I’ll call you with an update as soon as I can. I just thought you should know that we finally made it this far.” You whisper over the line, making the man on the other side chuckle.

“I told you it would now go back to him before he suspects anything...you’ve done well.” The man praises before hanging up, making you smirk. 

Silently you slip back into the room and Changkyun’s arms once more. Him still being sound asleep and not suspecting a single thing.