#if she wanted an extended visit she could have had me drop her off

[shaunashipman]

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[srjlvr]

SEVEN ROYALTIES

“once upon a time there was a prince, who did anything he could to be with the love of his life” — park sunghoon.

park sunghoon x fem!reader genre: childhood friends to enemies to lovers , one sided love somewhere into the story , heavy angst , fluff ! warnings: character’s death (not a main character) , curse words. (lmk if i missed something pls!) || NOT FULLY PROOFREAD!!

WORD-COUNT ; 5.5K+

NOTE. wow i dont even know where to start! it’s been a real while! i think like more than a month, i’m extremely sorry for being gone, school is so stressful, but i got some time to write now and honestly? i missed it so much!! hopefully you’d like this part and don’t let it fool you, just because i’ve been gone for a while doesn’t mean i’m not continuing this wonderful series!! it was also supposed to be enemies to lovers but i honestly failed miserably and idk how to define it- some mentions of sunoo’s story are dropped here too :)

“why do you always look at me like that?”

“like what?”

“like i’m the most precious thing you’ve ever saw”

a few years into your childhood and you were already been told that you’re going to marry off to someone as soon as possible.

you, being the second princess and the least favorite one, had to deal with a lot of struggles through your childhood.

everyone loved your older sister more, praised her, cherished her, spoiled her, gave her whatever she wants.

you, on the other hand, had to work hard in terms of getting what you wanted.

you always looked up to your older sister, you can’t lie, you definitely understand why she’s getting all the attention to herself without even trying.

your mom is your favorite person, she’s actually your best friend.

some kids have hard time deciding what to answer when they’re being asked who’s their favorite parent, but you definitely know the answer already.

it’s your dad that never bats an eye to you, your mom however always tries to maintain her attention to both you and your sister. you’d do anything for your mom.

as much as you’re happy that you’re at least not a second option in your mom’s perspective, the king is the one who’s more dominant.

you’ve always tried to get your father’s attention, even for a mere second, but he always pushed you away, making you feel unworthy and sad.

at age six, you were forced to go with your mom to one of her friend’s kingdom, your neighbor kingdom.

everyone in royalty knows about the good friendship your kingdoms have, and they’re all surprised it still keeps on going.

royalty comes with a dangerous risk, people will always look at anything you do, and will not hesitate to attack if you happened to do something they’re not a fond of.

your kingdom suffered lots of wars, but won almost all of them.

at the very same day you were forced to go with your mom, you also met the person who finally had all their attention on you, the person who you could rely on no matter when.

“i’m y/n!” you extended your hand out with a smile.

“i’m sunghoon” he whispered and you tilt your head. he wasn’t shaking your hand and you couldn’t even hear him.

“what?”

“i’m sunghoon”

“i cant hear you!!” you shout and put your ear really close to his mouth.

“i’m sunghoon!” he shouted into your ear and you fell down while holding your ear.

“you did that on purpose didn’t you!” you pout and he laughed.

that’s when you realized his cute smile and the little dimples that grew on his cheeks.

he was cute, a cute and shy prince, you could get along perfectly with him.

and you actually did. you spent the rest of your visit just roaming around their castle.

he introduced you his six brothers, they were all very nice and funny, but only sunghoon interested you.

he told you about his interests and you told him about yours.

“i want to learn how to skate!” he said and you noticed his eyes growing in excitement while talking about it.

“it sounds really interesting!” you smiled and cheered him.

“what about you?”

“i actually don’t know” you sighed, “i want my father to pay more attention to me”

“who needs your father when you have me? i’ll be always here for you” he smiled.

“really?” you asked and he nodded, “really”

“promise me!” you held out your pinky and he locked his with yours, “i think promises are stupid, but only for you i promise to never leave you side”

“why are they stupid?”

“because sometimes you regret them, or even forget them, and you cant keep them forever”

growing up with sunghoon was something you could never explain.

having to suffer your father’s comparisons between you and your sister was something, but having to see sunghoon going through puberty was something else. scarier indeed.

the both of you were inseparable, to the point where your parents even started talking about marriage between the two of you when you were twelve.

every now and then in your teenage years, you’d come around his castle, your second home.

whenever you were pissed off with your father or just wanted some quiet, you’d find yourself going back to sunghoon, only he knew how to make you feel ten times better.

“what are you reading?” he asked you.

you were laying your head on his lap as he sat under a tree, it was a peaceful day and you wanted to enjoy some time with him.

“just some fairytale stories” you put your book on your stomach and looked at him who was already looking down at you.

“wishing it was you?” he teased.

you rolled your eyes and smacked the book on his head, “fairytales are the best!”

you returned to read the book while he kept staring at you.

“read for me” he asked and you looked at him, sharing an eye contact.

“hey”

“hm?”

“why do you always look at me like that?”

“like what?”

“like i’m the most precious thing you’ve ever saw”

sunghoon coughed a bit and looked away, “just start reading please, im interested”

“the princess then took the prince’s hand and held it tightly, slowly closing the gap between them and leaning in for a kiss—“

“never mind! i’ll just go sleep” sunghoon threw you off him and laid down next to you.

“you could’ve done that nicely!” you scoffed and he laughed.

he can’t explain it, but something about you makes him feel warm and comfortable. he loves your company more than anything else in this world and there’s nothing he loves more than staring at your gorgeous face.

spending a few years together made him long for you more and more every day that he’s not next to you.

he fell in love with you, and he fell hard.

you weren’t better either, every day without sunghoon for you felt like eternity.

he’s the only person you can see your future with, the only person who loves you for who you are and the only person that has his full attention on you.

you trust him more than you trust yourself and you family members.

on royal events, you’d be acting like a married couple, shooing away the singles royals that wants to catch you.

you belong to sunghoon and sunghoon belongs to you.

“it’s nice to meet you prince sunghoon” one filthy princess introduced herself to sunghoon while you stood by his side, holding his arm.

“likewise, meet my wife, y/n” he said, clearly uninterested in the princess but as soon as he looked over his side and met your eyes a smile formed on his face.

the princess scoffed and went away, finally letting you and sunghoon laugh it off.

“did you see the way she looked at you when you said you have a wife?” you held a hand over your chest, out of breath because of the amount of air you let out.

“please, it was so funny i’ll remember it for long” he nodded and you continued making jokes about everyone around you.

you shared your first kiss with sunghoon when you were fifteen.

“i love cherry blossoms” you said as you walked together with sunghoon under the cherry blossoms.

it was one of your favorite things to do with him, walking through the long road, hand in hand.

“and i love you” he let out.

“what?”

“what?” he repeated after you.

“what did you sa-“

he cut you off with a kiss, your first kiss.

cherry blossoms fell from the trees and the wind caressed your skin.

his lips were soft, locked with your lips. it was perfect, the kind of fairytale you were always wishing you could have finally came true, with the person you loved the most.

when you parted your lips to get some air, both of you giggled and he put his forehead against yours.

“i said i love you” he smiled.

“i love you too”

regardless of the sudden confession, you decided to stay as friends, and when the both of you will feel ready, you’d try it out.

at age sixteen, your mother’s condition started to go downhill. she got sick and had to take medical exams every now and then, ever since then, you decided to spend time with her as much as you could.

“good morning mom! how are you feeling today?” you asked with a huge smile on your face when you saw your mother.

“feeling as usual, nothing new” she gave you a weak smile, “have you eaten yet?”

you shook your head, “i was at the garden after father had his daily complains over me, i needed to take some breathes”

your mother nodded and hugged you, “i’m sorry your father is like that, if being a selfish father was a competition he’d definitely win”

both of you giggled and spent a few hours together.

you never told sunghoon anything about your mother’s condition, every time he’d ask about her well-beings you’d say she’s doing well but she’s too busy with duties, and he’d suspect nothing.

at the age seventeen, your mother’s condition worsened, she had doctors around her all the time.

“hello mother” you smiled.

“y/n! good morning” she tried to smile back.

“how are you—“

“i must ask you something before it’s too late” she cut you off.

“what is it?”

“i’ve been thinking about it for a while, and it might be silly and selfish of me to ask you to do that” she sighed, “please promise me you’re going to marry sunghoon”

“what?” you asked confused.

“he’s treating you well y/n, i don’t think i’ve ever seen you happier than when you’re with him. you’re perfect for each other” she nodded, “i don’t have much time left, hearing you promising you’d marry the man who makes you the happiest, would help me leave peacefully, to know that you’re going to live the life you deserve”

“i promise mom, i promise i’ll marry him but please, you have much time left, don’t say such nonsense!”

your mother hugged you and thanked you. guess it wasn’t so well-hidden that you were in love with sunghoon.

on one of the days your father called you. before walking inside his room you rolled your eyes, what kind of a complain he has now?

“hello father” you looked at him coldly.

“y/n,” he called, “i need to ask you to do something”

“huh?” you looked over him confused, “you never ask me for favors”

“your sister is too busy with her duties, so i trust you with this one” he shortly explained.

“okay,” you nodded, “what is it?”

“i need you to come with me to visit the other neighbor kingdom—“

“but we were never on good terms with them, they’re hybe’s kingdom biggest rivals too!” you cut him off.

“they’re the only ones that can help us with your mother’s condition. we must do anything we can to help her” your father sighed, “they have a son who’s interested in you, they requested to see you too”

you shook your head, “i’m not interested in him—“

“this is the only way to help your mother!” he shout and you backed away.

“what about hybe kingdom! can’t they help in any kind of way?” you argued.

your father shook his head, “they can’t do anything about it, and they must not know about your mother’s condition”

“so going to the rival kingdom and risking your good friendship is better?”

“you’re coming with me and it’s final”

a few days before your visit in your neighbor kingdom, sunghoon came over.

before he went to search for you, he heard two servants talking about something that drawn him to it.

“did you hear about y/n’s mother’s condition?” one of them said.

“it keeps on getting worse, poor y/n! i heard she has to go to the other kingdom to ask for their help together with the king” the other replied.

“i heard they’re the only ones that could help! hybe kingdom knows nothing about it because they don’t want to bother them too much, i also heard the son of the other kingdom is interested in y/n, what about prince sunghoon!”

“poor them, i just hope she won’t end up with their son. i was rooting for y/n and sunghoon endgame”

“agree, i also heard their daughter is interested in sunghoon! this is risky” she shook her head.

“y/n is strong, she won’t marry the son i just know it” they both nodded their heads and sunghoon slowly walked back.

he refuses to believe what he just heard. y/n’s mother’s condition worsens? y/n marrying someone else? he’ll never let that happen.

“sunghoon!” you called and hugged him, “i was searching for you instead of you searching for me”

sunghoon was not responding, he was too deep in thoughts and didn’t know how to stop them.

“sunghoon?” you waved your heads in front of him and he finally came back on track.

“i was just thinking about something” he smiled.

“would you like to talk about it?” you smiled warmly at him.

how could you smile so widely when youre going through all of this?

“it’s not something that should bother you” he smiled and kissed your cheeks.

you spent the rest of the day looking out for sunghoon, he was different today, as much as he didn’t want to show it, you noticed.

the next day sunghoon found himself standing in front of his biggest rival kingdom. he never thought he’d have to step his leg into this kingdom, but he’d do anything for you as long as he could.

“park sunghoon! i’ve never thought i’d witness a hybe royal inside my kingdom!” the king teased.

sunghoon closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, “i need your help and you’re the only one that can help me” he said firmly.

“we’re rivals, why would i want to help you?”

“because i have something you want” he sighed, “i’ll be getting my kingdom sooner or later, i’ll give it to you together with my crown”

“you’ll lose your crown for something possibly stupid?”

“i need you to help princess y/n’s kingdom. the queen’s condition is getting worse. i heard you gave the best doctors that can help her”

the king laughed, “you’re doing this for y/n and not for yourself? what a stupid prince you are!”

sunghoon looked away, fighting the urge not to stab the king and fight him.

“very well, i will help in exchange of your crown”

their agreement was that the king will send his best doctors to help your mother, and as soon as sunghoon will get his crown, he’ll give it to the king. if one of them breaks the agreement, it’s off.

a few days passed, and it was supposed to be your visit day in the other kingdom, except that it got canceled.

“did you tell anyone about this visit?!” your father shout at you and you shook your head.

“how come he sent me this stupid letter saying that if we step into his kingdom he’ll declare a war!”

“i don’t know! i did nothing!” you argued.

“something stopped him, more like someone! i’m going to find out who did this!” your father roamed outside his room, slamming the door harshly and you flinched.

a week passed and your mother’s condition wasn’t doing any better, the doctors told you it was already time to say goodbye but you refused to do so, you refuse to believe you won’t be able to see your mother everyday soon.

everything was too overwhelming and stressful, you decided to go to your second home, you needed some comfort and it’s been a while since you saw sunghoon anyway.

“what are you up to?” you found him in the castle’s garden, deep in thoughts.

“just thinking about something”

“by something you mean me?” you teased and he smiled, not answering your question because the answer is quite obvious.

you then hugged him tightly, and sighed deeply as you rest your forehead on his shoulder.

“is everything okay?” he caressed your back slowly.

“my mom isn’t doing well lately” you finally confessed. you had to let it all out and tell sunghoon the truth.

“she’s sick, too sick. and the last week was such a roller coaster, her condition isn’t getting better and it’s our time to say our final goodbyes, i’m not ready for that sunghoon” you sobbed, “i’m sorry for dumping it all on you and telling you all of this now when it’s late i just—“

“it’s okay” even though he already knew about your mother’s condition, he was so glad that you finally opened it up and told him, “i’m here for you”

he held you tighter than before and whispered sweet comfort words that always knew how to calm you down.

right after you left he thought about what happened.

he made a deal with the other kingdom, the king was supposed to help your mother, how come her condition worsened? something didn’t make sense to him at all.

“sunghoon!” his father called him and sunghoon rushed to the king’s room.

“yes father?”

“you’re getting married to our biggest rivals daughter and didn’t even tell us? are you out of your mind?” he shout.

sunghoon could’ve swore that in that moment his heart stopped beating, “what?” he asked in disbelief.

“the other king sent us a letter! inviting us to your wedding with his daughter! we’ve never been so humiliated, how could you betray your family?” his mother interrupted.

sunghoon shook his head, “there must be a misunderstanding—“

“how come?” the king asked, “your name is written on that letter! and it was probably sent to all the other kingdoms!!”

“what about y/n?!” his mother asked and his eyes widened.

“y/n…?”

“how do you think she’ll feel receiving that letter? huh?”

“no, no! none of this is true! you must believe me!”

“explain yourself then! we’re here waiting!” sunoo, one of sunghoon’s brother argued.

sunghoon sighed, shutting his eyes tightly and clenching his fists, “y/n’s mother, the queen, her condition is getting worse. she’s been awfully sick for a few years already, i overheard their servants talking about how only the other kingdom could help her because they don’t want to bother us. so i went to them myself, i made a deal with the king that he’ll help the queen in exchange of my throne—“

“are you out of your—“

“jay! let him talk” the queen shushed him.

“yes! i was ready to give up my crown if it means i can help her in any way!” sunghoon sighed, “the king obviously did nothing and lied to me! and now apparently im ‘marrying his daughter’ you know damn well that’s never going to happen because i want to marry y/n!”

sunghoon’s mother wiped out her tears and hugged sunghoon, “i’m sorry you had to go through this, you could’ve told us—“

“i didn’t want to bother you too, this story is complicated than you think”

“what about y/n’s mother’s condition?” the king asked quietly.

“y/n said it’s been getting worse, they started to say their final goodbyes” sunghoon whispered and the room became quiet, as a respect for the queen.

“you should go to her, to check on her” heeseung suddenly spoke.

“yeah, i bet she needs someone by her side right now” jungwon added.

sunghoon nodded and with his parents’ approval he went to your kingdom.

he searched for you around and saw you staring at your garden, he smiled for himself and tapped your shoulder.

“hey” he said.

“what are you doing here?” you asked coldly.

“what?” he tilt his head, “i’m here to visit you”

“don’t you have a wedding to go get prepared to?” you scoffed, “go away park, you’re not welcomed here anymore”

sunghoon had been stabbed a few times in his life, but your words hurt him more than ten stabs at once.

“you have to listen to me i—“

“there’s nothing to explain! i got the letter, saw your name on it and it was enough for me to understand this was all a game for you” you shout, “i can’t believe i actually believed your bullshit”

“i hate you, park sunghoon” you spit out, nothing but hate is in your fierce glance at him. he just chuckled, “you don’t mean that”

“oh i do,” you nodded, “and to think that i actually promised my mom i’ll be marrying you” you chuckled in disbelief.

“looking back at that promise, i realize why you used to believe that promises are stupid” you added.

“i’m sorry” he apologized, “sorry isn’t going to change anything, is it?”

“y/n—“

“just get out, please” you were being nice, asking him to leave and pointing your hands to the door although he already knew where to go.

sunghoon didn’t want to bother you, he thought you’d probably relax in a day or two, and he’d be able to talk it out with you.

you can’t just erase all your feelings and delete all your memories after so many years, right?

as soon as he got out he went to the other kingdom, to finally get some sense into that stupid, useless king.

“park sunghoon! so nice to see you my son-in-law!” the king said and sunghoon only wanted to punch his face.

“wedding? with your daughter? son-in-law? you’re out of your fucking mind!” he spit out.

the king only laughed in his face, “why? wouldn’t you like to be my son? i’ll take good care of you”

sunghoon rolled his eyes, “the deal is canceled, you won’t get any crown or another kingdom, fix whatever you did, you ruined my life anyway and you never even helped y/n’s mother”

“oh but i feel like i haven’t ruined your life enough”

“cut it off, we both know my kingdom will finish you once we’ll declare a war”

“what makes you think that?”

“i did” another voice was heard in the room.

sunghoon’s father stepped in and put his hand on sunghoon’s shoulder.

“and i’m afraid i also know too many secrets about you, old friend” he teased, “leave my son alone, and don’t you dare ruin his life again. he did a mistake asking for your help but he did what he had to do”

sunghoon’s father then dragged him out of the kingdom back to theirs.

right after sunghoon left your room, you went out to breathe and relax your brain a bit.

how could sunghoon do this to you? everything he ever said to you, every hug, every joke, was it all a lie to him?

there must be a reason behind it, but you’re too hurt to even care about it. no reason could be enough for you right now.

you decided to focus on being next to your mother, spending her last days together and showing her the brightest side of you, you didn’t tell her anything and she didn’t suspect anything so you just left it be.

three days passed ever since you last heard from sunghoon.

you miss him, you miss everything and anything about him. you needed his comfort the most right now, but you couldn’t bring yourself to see him.

“y/n, sunghoon is here to pay a visit” one of your servants informed you.

“tell him i don’t want to see him,” you sighed, “and tell him to take care” you whispered that line.

you refused to see him in any cost. you’re too angry to even care about his feelings right now. all you could feel is betrayal, and hurt.

in one of the next days, you went out to the garden to read some books and write on your diary.

when you got back inside the castle you saw your mother’s doctors standing with their heads down.

“we’re sorry your highness, we did everything we could” they said and couldn’t even make eye contact with you as their eyes were full with tears.

you froze there for a few minutes, you knew this day would come but could never prepare yourself enough for that. you didn’t want to believe this day would come so fast.

“please tell me i’m dreaming” you told them but they shook their heads, “we’re very sorry your—“

they got cut off when they saw you falling to the ground, sobbing and covering your eyes.

you were crying like a little child who lost their ice cream, refusing to get up and screaming at everything.

the last few days were just about you and her, she taught you everything you needed to know about life and royalty.

“you need to be a good wife to sunghoon!” she smiled.

“mom! he has to be a good husband before that!”

“you’re right! if he’s being mean tell him you’d leave him and take all of his money” she joked and you giggled.

“i don’t need money”

“you don’t, but you do need to annoy him and help him realize he’s nothing without you!”

all of those memories past by your mind all day, thinking about your dear mother, who was there for you when no one else was.

“who’s going to be by my side now, mom?” you asked quietly, “i already miss you so much”

it was dinner time in hybe’s kingdom, all seven brothers sat together with their parents.

“sunoo, we’ve found the perfect wife for you! you’re going to meet her at the ballroom on ni-ki’s birthday!! isn’t that exciting?” the queen clapped in excitement.

“yeah, very exciting!” sunoo tried to sound cheerful, but failed miserably in sunghoon’s eyes.

he pitied his younger brother for being the only one who’s being forced to someone he doesn’t even know.

sunoo explain multiple times to his parents that he wants to marry someone out of love, and that he believes that when it’s time, he’ll meet the one for him. but his parents turned deaf to his thoughts.

“i already met her once, she’s really pretty! the perfect pair for you!”

“your highness” a few servants came into the room and interrupted the dinner.

“is it important? we’re having dinner right now—“

“queen (name) of (name) kingdom is no longer with us” the servants lowered their heads as a respect and the king got up from his seat instantly.

sunghoon’s eyes widened, he was left speechless and froze in his place.

“we’ll be going to pay our respects tomorrow morning together, prepare yourselves” the king said and left the dining room.

sunghoon didn’t know what to do. it has already been a week and he’s been trying to reach out to you, but you rejected him every time.

he sent you letters but didn’t get any back. he was hopeless.

what is he supposed to do now? he didn’t even say his last goodbye to his mother-in-law.

the next day, you received loads of letters from loads of kingdoms, thanking the queen for her service and mourning her death.

hybe’s kingdom however, came personally to comfort you and the rest of your family.

the king and the queen, and six of their children. yes, only six of them. one of them was missing.

park sunghoon didn’t come to comfort you.

“we’re very sorry to hear the devastating news, the queen was the kindest soul we’ve ever got to meet” the king shook your father’s hands and pat his back.

the six sons came to you and hugged you. you hugged them back and broke down. the six sons already became your brothers long time ago, you felt safe around them.

“we’re sorry y/n, we’re here for you now” heeseung, the oldest one said with a comforting smile.

as much as you were thankful for them, you were hoping to see a certain person, a person who didn’t even bother showing up.

it only added up to your anger on him, how could he do that? what happened to always being there for you?

“sunghoon felt a bit sick and unwell today, he couldn’t get up from his bed, he really wanted to come” the queen smiled weakly at you and you returned the smile.

you spent the rest of the day with your six brothers, completely forgetting about your father and sister, they were here to comfort you and be with you.

“sunoo,” you called out, “hm?” he answered quietly.

“is sunghoon really sick?” you asked and he nodded, “i think the news about your mother caught him off guard, he couldn’t even speak after he heard the news”

you pressed your lips together and nodded, “please wish him well, i hope he’ll get better as soon as possible”

“i will do that” he smiled warmly at you.

just because you’re hurt by him, doesn’t mean you don’t care about him. he still holds a big place in your heart.

the next days passed by slowly, you spent most of your time in your room, sometimes even refusing to get out for a whole day.

sunghoon crossed your mind every day. your last words to him crossed your mind every day too.

you said you hate him, but you lied. you love him, you love him too much that it hurts.

you feel too betrayed and hurt by him but it’s somehow the last thing that interests you.

you just need to see him and hug him. but your ego wouldn’t let you.

so you waited for him to fight for you, you knew he’d try again, and again, and again, that’s just the person that he is.

after a while of isolating yourself in your room, you decided to get out and read some books.

that’s what your mom would want you to do, to move on and start a new life.

as you were reading your book, you heard a familiar voice calling you.

“y/n,” your heart skipped a beat. you were too scared to turn around and see the person you were so hoping to see for so long.

“please tell me you’re not who i think you are” you breathed slowly.

“i’m sorry” he let out.

you finally decided to turn around and you met his eyes. it’s been a while since you last saw him, you missed staring at his beautiful face, and his beautiful moles that made his face look ten times better, his kissable lips that always felt soft against yours, you missed everything about him.

“please,” he whispered, “please hear me out this time”

you blinked a few times, still not believing that he’s actually in front of you.

“you didn’t show up when i needed you the most, you betrayed me and lied to me, why would i listen to any of your excuses now?” you argued, but deep down you wanted to hear him so badly.

“y/n please” he pleaded, “just listen to what i have to say, and it’s up to you wether to believe it or not, just please, i don’t want us to break apart without you hearing the reason behind it”

you let out a few tears to fall and slowly nodded, he was right, you never let him to explain himself, you were too selfish and cared about your feeling that you didn’t even care about his.

he told you the whole story from the start, and you were sobbing your heart out.

“i’m sorry,” you let out, “i’m sorry for refusing to listen to you, i’m sorry for rejecting you so many times, i’m sorry for telling you that i hate you—“

“stop apologizing stupid,” he chuckled, “it’s over now isn’t it? we’re even now right?”

“it’s over now, promise me you won’t ever hide from me something like that again” you extended out your pinky.

“but you said that promises are stu—“

“not when it comes to you” you smiled.

instead of locking his pinky with you he cupped your face and pulled you into a kiss.

“i love you y/n, i’m sorry it took me a while to get back to you” he whispered.

“i love you too sunghoon, im sorry for rejecting you multiple times” you giggled.

“finally! get married already and leave this kingdom please!” you heard your sister in the back.

“i’m sorry that my sister can’t be a bit more like your brothers” you awkwardly smiled and sunghoon laughed.

“she’s right though, let’s get married as soon as possible and get our own kingdom” he pecked your lips.

“IN TWO DAYS??”

“well you said you wanted to get married as soon as possible! i already planned everything!” sunghoon’s mother smiled and hugged the both of you.

“can’t say i’m not biased, i’ve been shipping the two of you ever since you both met” the king added.

“are they gonna have babies as soon as possible now too?”

“NI-KI!!!!”

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[blue-aconite]

homecoming || j.h.s

Summary: This time, he had someone waiting for him. This time, he was coming home to someone. 

Warnings: fluff, jake being emotional and soft (yes that is a warning), no use of y/n

Word Count: 1.6k

Pairings: Jake Seresin x f!reader

Authors Note: Thanks to @a-reader-and-a-writer & @demxters for looking this over for me. mwah 😘

Long deployments had never bothered Jake. He had nothing at home waiting for him, so it didn’t matter that he was away for months at a time. Or at least that was what he tried to tell himself. 

For years, he had tried his best to believe that, since it meant that it hurt less seeing all the families reuniting when they docked. It meant he felt less lonely when his colleagues went home and he went back to the housing unit offered by the Navy. It meant he could fool himself that he didn’t need anyone. 

He was wrong. Jake knew he was just as human as anyone else but it hurt to admit because he didn’t have anyone. 

While Javy and his family always extended an invitation to join them, Jake felt bad intruding on their private time, no matter how many times Javy assured him it was no problem. Yet he had always declined. 

But this time it was different. Jake felt almost giddy, bouncing on his feet as he waited for his turn to leave the ship. 

This time, he had someone waiting for him. This time, he was coming home to someone. 

“Excited to see your girl?” Javy clapped him on the shoulder as they waited in line. 

Excited was an understatement. For the first time in years, he had someone waiting for him. Someone who had missed him. Someone who loved him. 

Jake smiled, thinking about Skip. “Hell yeah. I can’t wait.��� 

Javy smiled as well, infected by the good mood his friend was sporting. “I’m happy for you. Are we still on for Friday?” 

Charlotte, Javy’s longtime girlfriend had wanted them to get together before their leave started. They were set to have a four-week leave, so she and Javy were planning to visit his family in New Orleans. 

“Yeah. Skip said she took the rest of the week off so we can meet you guys whenever.” Jake wanted nothing more than to just stay at home with Skip but Charlotte insisted on dinner before she and Javy left. 

Somewhere ahead it was announced that they could finally get moving. Jake wasted no time in slinging his bag over his shoulder and making his way towards the exit, Javy on his heels. 

The heat hit him as he headed down the walkway, the California sun beating down on them. Javy made a beeline for Charlotte the moment he saw her, telling Jake to call him later. There were bodies all around him as Jake swept the crowd for his girlfriend. It wasn’t easy in the sea of people and for a moment he worried. 

What if she wasn’t here? What if, during his time away, she had found someone better? Maybe she had gotten tired of waiting for him to come home? 

As his mind spiralled, Jake barely heard his name being called. His hand tightened around the strap of the bag as he tried to navigate away from all the people. He felt trapped and he pushed his way past a couple embracing, trying the leave the crowd. 

“Jake!” 

He looked up when he heard his name, heart pounding in his chest. Skip was standing away from the mass of people, a bouquet in her hand. Jake dropped his bag as she barrelled towards him, catching her as she threw her arms around him. 

Jake felt all the tension leave his body the moment she was back in his arms. He breathed her in, arms tightening around her. 

“I missed you so much,” Skip mumbled against his skin as she sniffled into his neck. 

“I missed you more, baby. Are you crying?” The thought that she was crying because he missed him was surreal. Jake never thought someone would. 

“No, I'm not crying. This is just my body getting rid of all the excess water.” She leaned back, smiling. 

He couldn’t help but laugh as he picked her up and spun her around. He cupped her face after putting her down, kissing her gently. More tears wet his cheeks and he leaned back, worry etched across his face. 

“Is this happy excess water or sad?” He joked, wiping away her tears. 

Skip laughed. “They’re happy, I promise. Oh, before I forget, these are for you.” She held out the flowers for him to take. 

Jake felt touched by the simple gesture. Nobody had ever given him flowers before and that fact that Skip had brought tears to his eyes. He cleared his throat to get rid of the emotions threatening to wash over him. 

“Thank you, darlin’. I’ve never gotten flowers before.” Jake tried to sound indifferent, like it wasn’t a big deal but Skip saw right through him. 

“That’s stupid. You deserve all the flowers, baby.” It warmed his heart and he pulled her in for another kiss, unable to say what he was feeling. Skip smiled against his lips, wrapping her arms around his waist. She always understood him, even when Jake barely knew what he needed.  

“Do you want to go home or wanna get something to eat first?” She asked when they broke apart. 

Jake wanted nothing more than to just go home and cuddle Skip on the couch. “Home, please.”

Skip refused to let him drive, pushing him towards the passenger door. 

Stepping through the door into their shared home brought a fuzzy warm feeling to his chest, feeling like he was finally home. 

“Okay, so how about you take a shower and I’ll order some food? We can watch a movie and just cuddle on the couch.” Skip rummaged through the kitchen drawer, probably looking for a takeout menu. 

“You’re too good for me,” Jake mumbled as he wrapped his arms around her, lips finding the back of her head. 

Skip turned in his embrace, a somewhat sad expression on her face. “No. You deserve good things. All I’m doing is exactly everything you deserve,” she paused, hands finding his shoulders, “now, go shower. You smell like a boat and fuel.” 

Knowing she meant business, Jake kissed her once before trudging up the stairs. Her words replayed in his head, over and over. His heart felt full from all the affection. 

The sight that greeted him when he came back downstairs filled his heart even more. Skip had pulled all the blinds down, lighting a lot of candles that were scattered around the room. Chinese takeout was on the coffee table and Skip had pulled out what looked like every blanket and spare pillow they owned onto the couch. 

They ate straight out of the cartons, legs tangled together. Jake thrived on the physical affection as Skip rubbed a foot up and down his calf. Even something so simple told him how much he had missed it for a larger part of his life. 

They barely paid any attention to the movie, content to just be in each other's company again. 

As the end credits rolled down the screen, Skip was snoring quietly, her head pillowed on his chest. Jake took a moment to just take everything in, how it felt to finally be home again. As Skip shifted in his arms, burrowing closer, Jake decided there was nothing better. 

He didn’t want to wake his girl but he also knew what a night on the couch would do to his back. So he only felt a little guilty as he gently shook her. “Baby? We should go to bed.” He whispered, stroking her hair gently.

“No.” Skip mumbled, face hidden in his chest.

Jake chuckled. “But the bed is so much more comfortable than the couch.”

Skip shook her head, inching closer to him. “No.”

Deciding that he could face her wrath in the morning, Jake untangled himself from Skip, ignoring her squeak of protest, stretching his arms above his head before bending down and picking her up. “Let’s go to bed honey. You’ll sleep better there.”

Despite the short walk to the bedroom, Skip fell asleep again. Jake gently pulled the covers over her before going back to the living room to put out all the candles and turn the TV off. When he got back to the bedroom, Jake turned off the lights before crawling under the covers. He was about to reach for Skip when he got hit with the overwhelming feeling that he needed to be in her arms.

As if Skip could read his mind, she reached for him under the covers, pulling on his hand to tug him closer. “C’mere.”

Jake let himself be manhandled until he was resting his head on her chest, Skip’s hand in his hair, scratching his scalp gently. He pressed his nose to her pulse point, breathing her in. It felt very intimate and Jake felt himself relax fully as she continued her mistrations. 

“Thank you.” He whispered softly, eyes falling shut as he melted into her embrace, enjoying the way her skin felt against his. 

Jake took a shaky breath, trying to contain the emotions simmering underneath the surface. For the first time in 10 months, since he left Skip standing on the dock waving goodbye, Jake felt at peace. 

Skip pressed her lips to his forehead, humming softly. “I’m glad you’re home safe.”

Jake couldn’t find the right words, so he simply grabbed her free hand and intertwined their fingers, trying to convey his feelings through physical touch. As always, she understood exactly what he meant, chuckling softly. 

“I love you.” He whispered against her skin and felt his heart flutter when she echoed his sentiment. 

As they laid there, Jake thought about how he finally got the homecoming he always wished for.

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[myg-butterfly]

Nothing New

Ot7! BTS x Choreographer! Reader (Seokjin x Reader focused)

Summary: You get hurt and have to find a replacement. You just didn't think that replacement extended to your relationship with the BTS members. Will they still want you when you're nothing new?

Tags: ANGST (sorry), eventual fluff, Injured!Reader, Fem!Reader, Bangtan are kind of assholes, this isn't really proofread sorry, I also don't know how this shit actually works with Idol groups so I'm just making shit up lolsies.

A/N: HI omg sorry this took FOREVER. I was gonna have this done this weekend but we went to go visit family so I put this aside omg, but it's finalllyyyy here! I hope this lives up to your expectations. Thank you for all the love on the teaser, and remember, comments and feedback are always soooo appreciated!

Taglist: @bangteezbaby @thelilbutifulthings @hoshi-is-ult-bbg @juju-227592 @kikz165 @plexcaffeinate

All the members had just gotten home from rehearsal, and immediately went to find you just so they could throw silly little tantrums about you not being there.

The way they were pouting reminded you more of kicked puppies than world-wide sensations.

"It's fine guys, I know someone who can cover for me until I get better."

"But we like your choreography better." Taehyung whines into your shoulder and you pat his head in comfort.

"It's just a month or two, Tae."

You had broken your leg about a week ago, and consequently, you couldn't continue choreographing for the group until you were fully healed.

Which meant either the boys paused their learning, or you brought someone else in to cover for you - and you're all aware that pausing isn't really an option.

"But I'll miss you." Your boyfriends were overly dramatic, acting like you were leaving even though you all lived together.

"You'll still see me at home, it's not like I'm dropping off the face of the earth."

He huffs into your shoulder and rolls over so he's sitting next to you normally now.

"Anyway, how have you been? Have you felt okay?" Seokjin sits down on the other side of you and you feel yourself growing a bit shy under his caring stare.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

•••

"Hi! Thank you so much for covering for me. We're on a reall-"

"Save it, it's whatever. I always told you you'd need my help again at some point."

You don't like the implications in her tone but you pass it off with a small chuckle.

"Okay, so they already know 2 out of the 5 numbers for this album, and we were in the middle of learning the 3rd one. I taught it to Hoseok in advance so he can take over for that one. So you wouldn't need to be at the studio until next week. I'll send you the videos I took of the foundation of the other 2 numbers so you can learn it and then teach it."

She looked so uninterested in what you were saying, but you had to be professional.

You called her here in the first place.

"Kay, cool, got it. Also, can I get the guys' numbers? You know, just in case."

"Oh uhm, you can ask them when you see them next week… I'm not sure if they want me giving out their numbers to people they don't really know."

"Well they're gonna know me soon right? Don't be greedy, trying to keep all of them to yourself."

She giggles but you can feel that it's not really one of genuine giddiness and you hope that your discomfort isn't apparent.

"I'll ask them when I see them later today."

You plaster on the best smile you can and she gives you an equally forced one back.

"Okay. Bye!"

She basically struts away and you're left standing there; maybe calling her was the wrong move.

•••

Yep. Calling her was probably the wrong move. But it depends on which side of Y/N you ask.

On the professional side, this is absolutely great. They hit it off right away, all the boys growing comfortable with her rather quick (something HYBE valued a lot), and she was great at her job. Talented, bold, confident, friendly, the whole package.

On a more personal side, this was putting you on edge. How suddenly, all the guys would talk about was 'Joanna said this a rehearsal' or 'Joanna invited us out to eat'. It was always Joanna this Joanna that, and you knew they were just excited to have a new friend, to have someone who shares their passion, you couldn't help but wonder if their feelings for you were simply out of excitement. And now that you're not the newest thing around, would they still want you? Would they still talk about you with the same sparkle in their eyes as they do with Joanna? It left a pit in your chest.

And — yeah, calling her was the definitely the wrong move.

Finally, a long-awaited date with all of you. They were filled with energy, talking and joking on the ride there, and you felt your heart growing lighter, you still had them.

They even helped you get off the car with all the gentleness in the world, helped you get in your seat and made sure you were completely comfortable.

The lightness quickly weighed down into something much heavier when you saw Joanna walk in and make her way to the table.

And the weight felt like it had been dropped to you feet when the guys scooted to make space for her, Namjoon even standing up to hug her and letting her sit first so she'd be in between him and Jungkook.

How long has it been since they hugged you with such happiness?

"Oh my god, Y/N, hi! The boys didn't tell me you would be here."

Something about the way she said "the boys" made your hands itch, almost as much as your throat itched to say 'likewise'.

"Welp. I'm here. Haha."

Dinner wasn't fun, to say the least.

Joanna was blatantly saying shit to embarrass you the entire time, and it even worse, your boyfriends seemed to be soaking up her every word, laughing whenever she pointed out something embarrassing about you when she knew you in high school.

"Yeah! And when we choreographed together, she would always forget her parts." She lets out a giggle and Hoseok laughs too: what's so funny?

"It was only once or twice." You groan, mostly to yourself, but Joanna hears it.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night."

Everyone laughs at her words again and suddenly, you start to think that staying home was the better option.

"I've always said she has the memory of a goldfish. Sometimes it felt like I was doing all the work because i constantly had to step in and help when Y/N froze up."

She turns to you when she speaks her next question:

"How are you doing now that I haven't been here to clean up after you? Are you making Jimin do it?" She laughs and nudges Jimin, who's sitting next to her, on the shoulder, and he happily shoves back with a bright smile on her face.

"I'm fine, it's rare that I forget stuff lately."

She gasps in a dramatic manner, you wish she would just disappear already.

"You? Not wasting time in rehearsal? Because you forgot? That's unheard of!"

You hate the way pretty much all of the guys laugh at her words: they know how much work you've put into being a good choreographer. Why were they laughing at you?

Suddenly, you feel the person next to you pressing up closer against you: Seokjin.

You look at him and he has a soft smile on his face, but not towards Joanna; his entire focus is on you.

"You have a really good memory darling. We can tell you've worked on it." The knot in your stomach softens its grip after hearing Seokjin's words, and for the first time since you got here, your smile is genuine.

"Anyways, how'd you injure yourself?"

"Oh, we were doing some cardio and I tripped. Fell at an awkward angle and it twisted my leg. Haha."

Joanna laughs a little too hard at this.

"I've always also said that for a supposed dancer you sure are clumsy as hell."

Some of the guys giggle at her comment, and you look down at your lap: why were they laughing at you?

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Seokjin sit up a little straighter, and you suspect he's gonna say something.

"Supposed dancer?" He raised a brow and to most people, it would've seemed like he was just egging onto the joke, but you and the rest of the table could tell that there was a serious undertone to his question.

It was no secret in your relationship with the guys that Seokjin had a specific soft spot for you – in a relationship as big as yours, its bound that all of you will have your weak spots for one another: Jungkook and Namjoon, Jimin and Taehyung, Hoseok and Yoongi, you and Seokjin.

So you were more than relieved when he met your gaze from across the table; he knew you were uncomfortable.

And as everyone knows, he's not one to stay quiet.

"I just mean it's surprising that for someone so clumsy she went into the professional world where coordination is crucial."

Jungkook uses this point to tease Namjoon, and thankfully the attention is taken off of you. You catch Seokjin's stare again and this time it's accompanied with an apologetic smile and him reaching out his hand to hold yours.

As your hands meet on top of the table, you seem to be the only one who notices the look Joanna sends you at the display of affection.

•••

More days pass by and everyday they get home later and later until you're left going to bed on your own.

You'd made it a habit to wait for each other if one was out late, but it didn't happen often since you had almost the same working hours and when you went out, it was usually altogether.

You'd tried to keep that habit after your injury, but they were coming home later everyday, and you weren't sure you had it in you to keep staying up for them.

Especially on nights like this one, where when they do get home, you're dismissed almost entirely.

The door opens and you sit up, ready to greet them one by one with a hug and kiss, but most of them just mumble a "hey" or "hi Y/N" and walk straight to their rooms.

Only Jungkook and Seokjin genuinely acknowledge you, Jungkook giving you a hug and a peck on the forehead accompanied by a soft "Hi baby." before going to his room as well.

Seokjin also hugs you, but he picks you up while doing so: shifting you in his arms so he can carry you to bed with him.

As he begins to walk, your eyes meet and he sends a soft smile your way.

You barely start to relax in his hold when you realize that he's walking into your room, and you slightly panic at the thought that he's going to leave you alone in there.

Your slight panic turns into franticness as he sets you down and steps away from the bed.

"No! Don't-" Jin whips around at the sound of your voice, and you feel immediate guilt when you see his startled expression.

"Sorry, I- I know you're tired. Sorry, you can go."

Your attempts to decrease his worry don't seem to work, because he's already making his way back towards your bed.

"No, no. What happened? Whats wrong?"

"Its nothing." Seokjin gives you a stern look, you both know that lying to him is impossible.

"It's not nothing. Is it your leg? Or is it something else?"

"Its stupid" you mumble.

Noticing that you're unsure of yourself, he sits closer to you and brushes you hair out of your face in attempts to comfort you.

"Its not stupid if its bothering you" you feel your tears welling up again at how soft Seokjin's voice is. How soft he is with you.

"I just- I don't think I can be alone right now." You lean into his touch as you finally get at least some of the truth off your chest.

"You don't have to be. I was going to shower, do you want to join me?"

"I don't want to bother you."

"You won't."

"But my leg, I won't be able to stand for long."

"It's okay, we'll bring a stool in and I'll help you."

"But you're tired-"

"Never of taking care of you."

Something in your heart settles through the rest of the night, there is no other intention behind Seokjin asking you to join him.

He washes your hair and even dries it once you're out, he helps you get dressed and he goes to sleep holding you, and even if it's just for one night; all is right in the world again.

The next morning, Jin wakes you up and asks you if you'd like to come to rehearsal with the 7 of them. You're elated, to say the least. You knew it was a minimum thing, but your heart couldn't help but flutter at the thought that they wanted you around.

•••

Jin on the other hand, is pissed. Not at you, (never at you), but at his 6 boyfriends and how absolutely dense they could be, this being one of those moments.

He'd mentioned that you were coming with them, and all of them responded well: "I hope she likes the choreo!" "Yay! I want to hear what she has to say."

Their response to you tagging along wasn't the problem, no.

It was their response when he tried to tell them about how you were feeling that pissed him off:

"Wait guys, before we leave, I need to talk to you about something real quick."

All of them were attentive towards him immediately, so he thought they'd receive this better.

"It's about Y/N. And partially Joanna."

"Okay?"

"I talked to Y/N last night and she seemed upset. She didn't really want to talk about it but I'm almost completely sure that she's feeling left out, and I think it may partially be because of Joanna."

All of them begin to speak at once, until Taehyung's voice cuts through everyone else's.

"Why do you think it has something to do with Joanna?"

The 6 boys settle down and stare expectantly at Jin.

"Have you guys not noticed how backhanded all of Joanna's comments are towards her? Even when Y/N isn't present, she always makes a joke at her expense. And not to mention, we've been spending a lot of time with Joanna, much more than we've been spending with Y/N. I know if I were her I would feel hurt; being injured and spending the whole day cooped up alone while my boyfriends are spending all their time with someone who treats me like dog shit."

Jin wasn't sure what he was expecting the boys' reactions to be, but it definitely wasn't the outraged faces they were all giving him.

Jungkook is the first one to respond:

"I mean, I noticed the comments but I thought they were all in good fun? You know, since Y/N and Joanna have been friends for such a long time."

Taehyung cuts in next:

"And if Y/N is feeling left out, I mean I understand but what does that have to do with Joanna?"

Almost as if on cue, there's noise coming from the kitchen, meaning that you're awake.

Jin quickly gets up to go to you, but not before leaving the 6 boys with one final word, "Just pay attention to how she speaks to Y/N, you'll see what I'm talking about."

•••

It's hard to describe – the knowledge that you're being left behind without any obvious evidence surrounding you.

It's not something that everyone outside of your point of view might see, but you can feel it cutting through you deeply.

Not being able to do what you love, and on top of that, not being able to spend time with the people you love, it's a shattering feeling that claws through your chest.

Which leaves you where you are now: in the car with the rest of the boys on your way to rehearsal.

You thought that maybe being back in the studio would relight the spark that made the 7 men drawn to you in the first place, but even the car ride there felt cold and almost uncomfortable.

•••

The atmosphere changes the moment you step foot in the studio. It feels lighter, somehow. You don't know how to feel, not with the voice in your head insinuating that this lightness is because of Joanna; the guys are more at ease with Joanna than they are with you.

You usually hate being wrong: but now, you wish you could say the voice in your head was being irrational, yet you can't. Not when you turn around and see everyone besides Seokjin and Yoongi - who are off conversing to the side - gathered around Joanna, happily talking to her.

When did they stop looking at you like that?

Finally, she takes notice of your presence and makes her way over to you.

"Y/N, girly! Hey! Are you here to learn?"

You don't respond, confused as to what she's trying to ask you.

"Ya'know? Learn from the best! We've been so productive with this number."

She responds like it's the most obvious thing in the world, and you almost feel offended at what she's insinuating.

"Oh, um- I'm here to see what the guys have done."

Joanna blinks at you, as if your answer threw her off, before continuing.

"Oh. Ok then. Cool! And are the boys cool with that?"

You can tell, she wants this to sound passive aggressive. Kind on the surface, but a clear jab at your insecurities.

Jungkook quickly cuts in;

"Of course. Why wouldn't we be cool with that?"

Joanna stutters through her response, being caught off guard by Jungkook as she thought no one had heard her remark.

"Oh! I don't know, you might get distracted? You know?"

"We'll be fine."

This time it's Jin who answers, and even if it's a little selfish, you're glad that his tone towards Joanna is automatically cold.

"Okay thennnn!"

She turns to you:

"But if you start being a distraction I'll have to ask you to step out. Heh, step out. That's funny."

She giggles at her little joke (at your expense), and makes her way into the practice room.

Rehearsal continues as usual, and you feel a bit lighter as the boys all make jokes and include you while they stretch and warm up.

They start to run through the choreography, and your heart swells with pride seeing them dance; all their hard work really does pay off.

As much as you wish to get up and dance with them, or even get up at all, you know you can't. But just seeing them perform will do.

Once they finish, you start to clap and Jimin and Jungkook turn towards you with a playful vow.

"Its looking really good guys!"

All of the boys respond with a 'thank you' and a smile.

"I do have a couple pointers about some things I noticed-"

"Okay, let's run it again!" Before you could finish your sentence you're cut off by Joanna's squeaky voice.

Thankfully, Hoseok cares about what you have to say, and the rest seem to agree as well.

"Wait, I wanna hear what Y/N had to say."

"Yeah! It's felt weird learning a brand new number and not having any of your input on it."

"Y/N, go on." Seokjin is the one who speaks last, and the look in his eyes tell you that things will be alright.

"Ok, so first thing make sure you guys are agreeing on your directions, make sure that it's either a complete diagonal or if its a slanted move so you all move the same direction-"

"Oh yeah, I explained that to them already, they know." You're once again cut off by Joanna.

You use this as a chance to tease the boys, as you always normally.

"Oh, then why are y'all making that mistake huh?" Your tone is playful, and you see Hoseok step towards you with all the intent of playing along, when a gasp coming from your right stops you both.

"Did you come in here just to criticize?"

Of course it's Joanna.

"Wha- no. I was just teasing them. The dance looks grea-"

"I told you you were gonna distract them, and what did I say I was gonna do if you got them unfocused?"

"I didn't mean to, I was just giving pointers-"

"I've been teaching them for the last few weeks, I know what they need to focus on right now."

"But I know that it can look cleaner than it did right now."

"Well this is my choreography! I know what's best! You don't get to come in here and just start shitting on my work because what? You're jealous?! You think you're better than everyone else?!"

You're taken aback when Joanna starts to scream at you, so much so that you try to step back, completely forgetting that one of your feet is injured.

As you place your foot down, a soaring pain strikes from your foot all the way to your thigh. A sob escapes you and that's when Jin's protective nature kicks in full force.

In the blink of an eye, he's crouching next to you and picking you up while everyone else in the rooms stands frozen in place.

The ice is shattered when a wail comes from somewhere else in the room: it's Joanna.

Everyone's head whips to her direction, but for very different reasons.

Jin, for one, is beyond disbelief that she'd go as low as fake crying to get the attention back on her.

The rest of the guys seemed concerned, but not because of her. Rather because they just saw her true colors, how Jin was right, how they'd neglected you.

Seokjin picks you up and rushes out the door, leaving everyone else in the room frozen.

•••

You don't really process anything that happens afterwards. You just know Seokjin is with you as you go to the doctor to get your foot checked out, and that's enough to push you into a state where you know you can space out.

You couldn't comprehend it, how you were hurt and the rest of them weren't there.

Did they even care you were hurt?

It didn't make sense, that you were asking yourself this. When had things gotten this bad? How could they have let thing get this bad? It left you aching more than your injury, and you think that shouldn't even be possible.

When you get home, you find all the boys kitchen, a mess everywhere -much to Jin's despair- attempting to decorate what you assume is a cake. They're all focused to the point where they didn't hear you come in, and if they did, they're really good at acting like they didn't. You want to hide in your room, maybe ask Jin to hide with you, play into their ignorance, but the petty part in you is much quicker.

"Joanna doesn't like cake."

You speak without thinking about it first, and it's clear that none of them were expecting a comment like that, not even Jin, because their heads whip around instantly to you.

You panic for a little, thinking they'll get mad, but Hoseok and Yoongi start laughing at Namjoon's terrified face, at the maknae line looking like they're deer in headlights, and at Jin's round eyes.

Before you know it, They're all running up to you, and Seokjin has to grab you by the waist to make sure they don't knock you over.

They all speak at once, and you can only make out some things like "are you okay? what did the doctor say? im sorry." What cuts through all the rambling is Namjoon's smooth voice, sounding a bit exasperated as he speaks: "The cake is for you Y/N. We were making the cake for you."

Oh.

"Joon! You ruined the surprise!" Jimin stomps his feet, but you know he's not actually upset.

"Well we couldn't just let her think that we were baking a cake for fuckin Joanna!" Namjoon defends himself.

Yoongi steps in front of the two and turns to you, "It was supposed to be a 'Surprise / I'm sorry / We love you / Get well soon' cake but you got here before we finished."

His genuinely dejected demeanor makes you giggle, he looks like a sad cat.

"It's okay-"

"No it's not. Cake or not, we're all really sorry- hold on, we should sit down for this." Jungkook grabs your hand and leads you to the couch, the rest following suit.

You all sit in silence for a second before Hoseok speaks up:

"Well I guess I'll start." He sits up a little straighter so he's facing you directly, and you feel nerves run through you: was he upset? Was he going to scold you?

The guys seem to notice how you tense up, because Hoseok's face falls a into a small frown, while Jungkook scoots closer to you and Jin places a hand on your thigh.

"Y/N, I am so so sorry for the way we've been acting, and the way we haven't been acting. You got hurt under our watch, we should be the ones taking care of you, no questions asked, and we've failed to do that. There's really no excuse for how inattentive we've been. In our heads, or at least my head, I didn't really see you all day, so I thought that everything was okay because I still got to wake up to you, I still got to come home and feel comfortable knowing that you were here: we had your company. But I failed to return that company, we all failed to give you the bare minimum, and I truly am so sorry."

For the time you've know Hoseok, you've only seen him cry once or twice, so when you see tears start to fall from his eyes, it shakes you up and down. Before you can go console him, Jimin speaks up from where he sits beside Hoseok.

"Hobi's right, Y/N. We didn't pay you enough attention. We were too worried about ourselves to consider how our actions looked to you. The whole thing with Joanna, we did spend a lot of time with her, but even then, all we did was talk about you. Not in a bad way, obviously, but you just always came up in conversation. I don't know why I thought that talking about you would translate as 'we're still giving you our attention' as if you could read our thoughts or something. But again, we were selfish and careless, and I can't apologize enough for how we acted."

You appreciate Jimin's attempt at lightening up the mood, and you appreciate his words overall.

The next hour goes by in the same manner. The boys apologize one by one, not to just you, but to Seokjin as well, and before you know it, there's no one in the room that isn't crying, all of you a teary and snotty mess.

"We love you so much, Y/N. Please let us make it up to you. I love you so much." Yoongi's the last one to speak, and he finishes while walking up to you and bowing at your feet.

The rest of the guys join him, even Seokjin, and you don't know what else to do except throw yourself on the floor with all of them and cry.

The night ends with all of you cuddled up on the floor, until Namjoon and Jin make you all get up so you could go lay down properly.

They guys don't let you walk, no, Jungkook carries you while Taehyung and Jimin squish at his side in an attempt to stay close to you.

You all manage to squeeze into a single bed with you in the middle, hands everywhere trying to keep you close.

You feel warmer than you have in weeks, and meanwhile the guys do have a lot to make up for, with arms wrapped around you and sweet nothings floating in the room, you think this is a great start.

[randomfanboi]

Flamin’ Hot

Jacob Black x Male Reader (SMUT)

Summary: After Bella and Edward leave for their honeymoon, Jacob visits you. However his drop by is anything but a friendly conversation. To be fair he catches you masturbating, he believes that his imprint needs a little help.

Author: So this is my first Jacob Black smut! So this fic was heavily inspired by a another fic, but for the love of god i could not find it. So I decided to write this fic, the only difference between this this fic and what it was heavily inspired by is the gender of the reader, so that aspect is different. Props to the original plot of the fic author.

Warnings: Smut, anal sex, 18+ PWP

Font Meaning: thought, Meaningful

“-well you must have a great time Bella, be sure to call me.” You stated, giving her a hug she returned, with a smile. You turned to Edward, a fake smile on your face. “Have a great time as well Edward.” You said extending your hand for him. Your words were kind but your mind thought out violent thoughts if he ever did harm to Bella. He shook your hand with a smile but slightly grimaced when he made eye contact with you, you had to resist rolling your eyes for whatever reason he suddenly grimaced.

Waving goodbye to them, mainly Bella. You left the airport and began to drive back to your house. It’s not like you hated Edward… scratch that you did. How he suddenly left Bella in a state was the main reason. But you shrugged it off, Bella happiness was the most important thing and if that was marrying Edward, so be it.

…

You parked your car in your garage, and stepped up to your porch. Your parents were out of town for a couple of days, they said it was for work but you knew your parents wanted to stay a place were it was just… the two… of them. Shaking your head to get out the disturbing thoughts. You took out one of the cigarette packets from the drawers of the porch table. You flickered your lighter as the cigarette caught a blaze on the first try as you leaned back against the front door.

You closed your eyes enjoying the moment. Smoking always helped you gather your thoughts and relax but it did something else. It made you crave sex. Fuck you thought as you felt and saw the bulge in your trouser. You sighed and started to grope it with your right hand, your left angled down a bit, popping the cigarette out of your mouth as you let out a puff of smoke. You continued touching yourself not caring that were on your outside porch, but you also did not see the figure watching you, Jacob.

When Jacob first met you he was aware that you were a close friend of Bella. A rough guy who would do so much to protect his friends, you always sent Edward nasty looks even though you were unaware of what Edward and him are, you came across as a person who couldn’t give a fuck till your loved ones were hurt, which Jacob thought was badass. However when he made eye-contact with you and no longer felt the pull of gravity of the Earth, he realised you were his imprint. You did talk to him and Jacob savoured every detail about you, he quickly forgot about Bella.

But back to the moment, he came to visit you after hearing Bella go on her honeymoon. He had shifted to a wolf to run through the forest then turn back at the edge of it to put clothes on, well just shorts, and began walking to your house and froze when he saw the clear view of your outside porch and you. Jacob was transfixed by seeing you touch yourself, the way you were leaning your head back against the door exposing your neck, and how you bit your lip, hypnotised Jacob.

He heard your sighs of pleasure as well as the inhale and exhale of your cigarette. He almost groaned loudly as he saw you fish out your cock and start building up a rhythm as your moans and groans slightly increased. Jacobs inner wolf was practically begging him to touch you. Jacob wiped the drool from his mouth before quietly walking up the stairs of your porch, his eyes roaming all of your body as he slightly fondled himself until he was up on your porch.

Lewd images ran through your mind as you cracked an eye open, ahead of you was one of your lewd thoughts. It took you two blinks that it was not your imagination but the real Jacob. You gasped eyes wide with shock as embarrassment settled in but you noticed in your shock, Jacobs eyes were roaming all over your body. Is he-Is- is he checking me out? you thought. Almost two seconds of silence went by till you spoke.

“J-Jacob!? What the fuck are you doing here!? Sorry, l-let me just-.” Before you could put your cock back into your underwear or go through the door so you could escape this embarrassing scenario. Jacob quickly approached you and put his lips on yours. You were stunned, astonished, startled, dumbfounded, flabbergasted, whatever else was in the thesaurus. Jacob then separated the kiss but only till your lips barely grazed each other. You looked up at him, he was looking at you with an intense gaze.

His face seemed to be telling you two things: One was his desire for you, how he basically needed you. You bit your lip at his gaze. His eyes followed the motion, oh how badly he wanted to do it himself. Second was a silent question of your consent. You noticed how much he was holding back to take you there and then, to shove you up your front door and to claim you, how willing he was to do it by your front porch. You gave a slight nod before putting your lips on his again. That was all he needed.

He shoved you up against the front door as he inserted his tongue into your mouth, all within a second. You gasped giving his tongue more room to roam. You honestly tried to fight back with your tongue, wanting to take over the kiss but he was just too good, growling whenever you tried to take control over the kiss. Fuck it you thought, you could be a sub today it was certain that Jacob wanted to be dom. Jacob then gripped your shaft with a warm hand, it felt like the close space of a campfire. Pleasure shot up through your spine as Jacob hand moved along your shaft, your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you moaned into his mouth.

Jacob growled before grabbing your shirt with both hands and ripping it, honestly you couldn’t have given a flying fuck about it. He pressed his chest to yours and his skin felt as if it was on fire, you moaned as his lips were on yours again. Next to be ripped was your trousers and underwear, his flamin’ hot body, figuratively and literally, kept you from feeling the cold of the night. He kissed down your chest, sparks erupting where he traced.

He stopped in front of your cock, he licked the tip and you actually whimpered and keened at the same time. Your hand shot to your mouth, eyes wide, cheeks beginning to redden. Jacob looked up at you raised a brow and smirked, his face all too smug. You were about to say something to him, an excuse for the embarrassing sound you made, but he swallowed the top half of your cock before you could. Your fingers and your toes inside your shoes curled, your teeth gritted, all signs that showed you stopping yourself from cumming early.

But you really had to focus when he started to bop his head up and down your cock. You bit your hand to not moan too loud. How is he so good at this? His mouth felt so warm and good. You kept resisting your orgasm till his mouth and tongue became too much. “Fuck Jacob!” People could have heard that but you couldn’t give a fuck, he was too good. You grabbed the back of Jacob’s head and thrusted your cock into his mouth, a surprised noise came from Jacob as you did this. You then came into his mouth, your entire body almost becoming numb as you let out moans of pleasure.

Jacob swallowed everything before coming back up to kiss you, you moaned as you tasted yourself on his mouth. You placed your hands on his chest, as you continued the kiss, trailing them down till you felt something hard and big poking through his shorts. You chuckled as you turned Jacob into the wall and began trailing down his body, which felt like it was literally burning, with your mouth. Jacob leaned his head back on the door and groaned as you got to his hips. You pulled his shorts and underwear down and nearly jumped when something large almost slapped you. You gasped at Jacob’s size, you looked up at him and saw that smug look on his face, you rolled your eyes, before taking him in your mouth.

Jacob let out a mixture of a groan and a growl, as you bobbed up and down his shaft. You let him out of your mouth with a pop, and began licking the head of his cock, looking up teasingly at him. Jacob growled and grabbed the back of your head and forced you down on him again. “Payback.” Jacob said through gritted teeth. You gagged in shock, before Jacob began thrusting into your mouth. His moans and groans became louder with each thrust till he spilled into your mouth as you swallowed as much as you could.

Jacob then leaned down to kiss you, then turned you against the door with your back facing him. He knelt down and you almost yelped when you felt his hot tongue by your entrance. You moaned at his tongue roaming your entrance, your moans beginning to heighten again. A bit of time passed by and you were getting impatient. Just put it in already! you thought. You turned your head back and made eye contact with him. “What? Do I have to fucking beg?” You said irritated. Jacob chuckled. “That would be nice for another time, but I can’t wait a second longer.” Jacob ended his statement with a smack to your ass.

Jacob gripped your hips with his warm and large hands before sliding his tip in, you moaned again. Jacob ripped of his shorts as he began to push in further. You moaned but slightly chuckled at the fact that you both were wearing nothing but shoes. Jacob began kissing the back of your neck, you turned your head to meet his tongue with your own, the hot make out session distracting you as Jacob thrusted the rest of his length in. You moaned realising now that he was fully sheathed inside of you.

Jacob began a slow rhythm but quickly amped up the speed as your moans encouraged it. You hooked your arm back, pulling Jacob closer to you. If his skin didn’t really feel like it was on fire before it sure was now. It now felt as you were on fire, the heat growing and growing the more quicker Jacob thrusted. Then he hit the spot and you keened loud. Jacob let out a dark chuckle before focusing his thrusts on your prostate. You started moaning shamelessly letting your tongue fall out of your mouth, Jacob swearing he had never seen anything as hot and sexy as your face right now.

Both of your moans echoed around your porch till your orgasms approached. “Oh fuck Y/N!” Jacob moaned out as he pushed deep inside you. “J-Jake!” You moaned out as both of your cocks spilled out their seed. You guys began panting after such a high release and you still felt Jacob’s flamin body’s heat. Jacob pulled out and you turned to kiss him as he laid his forehead against yours.

You started chuckling and so did Jacob. “So… I’m free tomorrow?” Jacob laughed as he scooped up your clothes and his, kissed your forehead and carried you inside the house bridal style.

[callsign-dexter]

Frostbitten Love

Request: Ok ok now you got me jumping on the Antonio train as well 🔥 

Maybe an idea where you're working at Firehouse 51 and you both catch each other's attention when he visits Gabby and immediately somehow bond with each other, but due to bad experiences with guys in the past, you ignore your feelings as best as possible while Antonio always tries to get closer to you. One cold winter might, all the power wents off, leaving the district and 51 in nearly full darkness and coldness. A lot of helpers, including Antonio, come over helping the people out, and after some hours you all get a break and he finds you alone. So he sits with you and immediately cuddles you, keeping you warm, which also makes your heart melt and finally giving into him ? ❤️

Pairings: Antonio Dawson x Firefighter!Paramedic!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of abuse (verbal, physical, mental)

You moved from there to Chicago when they needed a temporary replacement and once the one you were temporarily replacing came back none of 51 wanted you to leave so after some begging from Chief Wallace Boden, and input from your team members and begging to Boden, you were a permanent member of 51 as a firefighter/paramedic. While you were in Colorado you were cross-trained to be a firefighter and a paramedic and this was your choice but it was also heavily suggested but your old chief, who you adored very much and he could say the same about you, of course he was sad to see you go but he understood that every firehouse wanted you and knew the day would come at some point. He heavily suggested it because when a paramedic or firefighter was out then someone could fill their spot immediately or if the ambulance couldn't make it to a scene quick enough everyone could do what they needed to do until they got there. So, when you got to Chicago and showed this it became a huge asset to them and that caused them to make you a permanent addition. 

As you grew more accustomed to the city and your new firehouse you were quick to make fast friends with everyone and this extended beyond the firehouse, it extended to Intelligence and Med. You got to know them through being scenes or dropping patients off at Med. There was one person on your team that you made fast friends with and you would consider her as a sister, well you would consider everyone as your brother and sister but that is more in the first responder setting this went beyond that. Her name is Gabriela Dawson, she was the one to instantly connect with and she was dragging you to many events and not once you didn’t complain. You learned a lot about each other like she had a brother in Intelligence and she learned that you didn’t have any siblings and that you had just gotten out of a pretty nasty relationship, well all your relationships there were never great though some were good but most were nasty and left you with some crippling fear and some physical reminders of how bad it was. Along with becoming friends with Gabby you grew to know her brother, Antonio Dawson, and you must admit that he was very good looking, you so wanted to become closer to him and you wanted to even date him but that crippling always came back full force and it caused you to stay away. 

You could clearly remember how you met Antonio; he had come into the firehouse looking for his sister for some police matter and ran into you. When he saw you, he instantly became entranced and wanted to get to know you more. He thought and still does think you are the most beautiful woman he has ever laid eyes on and nothing you change his mind. You and Gabby had just come back from a call and Gabby had gone to talk with Matthew Casey about something while you took on the job of restocking the ambulance. You had your back turned to him to where the supplies were when you heard his voice and Kelly Severide’s voice. “Hey, Kelly. You know where my sister is?” Antonio’s voice sounded and it was smooth and you instantly fell in love but you weren’t going to show it. 

“I think she’s talking with Casey but I will go and get her.” Kelly said 

“Thank you.” He said 

“No, problem.” Kelly replied and now it was just you and him in the bay. He didn’t speak but you knew he was still there but you weren’t going to make a move. You had gone into your own little space and forgotten about him until his voice was right behind you.

“I’ve never seen you around here before.” Antonio said and you jumped and turned around to him holding your chest where your heart is and breathing slightly heavy.

“You scared the shit out of me.” You said taking your hand away from your chest.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I’m Antonio Dawson, Gabby’s brother. She has told me a lot about you but didn’t tell me how beautiful you were.” He said, holding out his hand and you took your free hand that wasn’t holding supplies and shook his hand.

“All good things I hope.” You said completely ignoring the beautiful part. “I’m Y/N Y/L/N. I’m the new firefighter/paramedic. Moved here from Colorado. She has told me many things about you too.” You said and smiled and then released his hand.

“Well, it is nice to meet you and I hope it was all good things you’ve heard.” He said and was about to say something else but Gabby came over to the two of you.

“I see you two finally met. Kelly said you wanted me?” She had said pointing the last part towards her brother.

“Oh yes. It was about your last patient.” He said and you looked at her.

“You can tell him. I’m gonna finish restocking.” You said and she nodded and then nodded to the kitchen area.

“I’ll see you around Y/N.” He said and you smiled and nodded and then they went into the kitchen leaving you alone. Once you heard the door shut you turned around and smiled like a fool to yourself. Once the ambulance was restocked you had gone into the firehouse itself and went to the bunk area and laid down. So, you didn’t get to see Antonio leave and you were somewhat grateful for that. As you laid you thought about him. 

The next time you saw him was when everyone had gotten off shift and headed over to Molly’s. Everyone had just finished a 3-day shift and you were very much looking forward to having a drink and then going to bed and sleeping for the next 2 days, not really but it’s going to feel so nice to actually sleep without bells ringing sometimes every second. “So, what is your plan for the rest of your 3 days off?” Gabby asked as you grabbed your bag, she already had hers on her shoulder and she was just beginning to make her way to her car.

“Well, Kelly and Casey asked me to go to Molly’s with the rest of you and I agreed, so that. Then afterwards I’m going to go home and sleep in my own bed for three days and enjoy not having to get up a bell for what seems like every second.” You said and she chuckled.

“I’ll probably be doing the same but I just know that Antonio will be dragging me somewhere.” She said as the both of you reached your cars. Your heart picked up just a beat at her mentioning her brother but once again you didn’t let it show. “You know he has not stopped talking about you.” She said.

“Oh?” You asked and she nodded.

“Every chance he gets he’s asking about you.” She said 

“I’m not that interesting.” You said as you threw your bag into the back end of your car.

“He begs to differ.” She said and you shook your head.

“I’ll see you at Molly’s.” You said and she smiled and nodded.

“I’ll see you there.” She said and then you were getting in and starting your car up and then heading to the bar called Molly’s it's mainly known as a first responder bar but everyone was allowed in, it was owned by Christopher Herrmann, Randall ‘Mouch’ McHolland, who were two of your co-workers, and Trudy Platt, who worked at the precinct and somehow the two of you hit it off, and Stella Kidd, is a worker and manager. It wasn’t a very far drive and you were thankful for that. You pulled into a parking spot close to the bar and under a streetlight. You were quick to get out and rush in like you could outrun the cold that seemed to take over the city quickly. When you were in you were instantly met with the heat and you basked in it until a voice was calling out to you that you recognized as Connor Rhodes, you looked up and smiled at him as he made his way over to you.

“Hey.” He said and hugged you and you hugged you back.

“Fancy seeing you here.” You said as you both released each other.

“Just got off shift.” He said and you were following him to where he was sitting with some of his fellow co-workers, some Intelligence, and some of your coworkers.

“So did we.” You said and the talking, laughing, sharing stories, and cases went on throughout the night. You had volunteered to go and get more drinks and while you were up there ordering Antonio had walked in and when he spotted you, he smiled and walked up to you.

“So, we meet again.” He said and you turned to him and smiled.

“Seems like it.” You said, the bar was busy and considering it is a Friday night you expected it. So, when it was taking longer to get drinks you didn’t mind one bit. The two of you talked and he tried to get closer to you but you weren’t allowing it. When you eventually did get your drinks, you were heading back to the table with him following behind carrying the rest. For the rest of the night everyone laughed and had a great time. Throughout the night Antonio did not take his eyes off of you and when it was time to leave, he was walking you to your car and making sure you got in safely and then watched you drive off.

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It was now December and Chicago was experiencing its coldest winter ever. The pipes were freezing and there were icicles hanging from the power lines and bringing them down enough that it was causing them to make power outages happen, some even breaking. No electricity meant no heat in people’s houses causing them to be without heat. When no heat was getting into people’s houses meant that the firehouse became a shelter. The firehouse being so big and an emergency center meant that there were some fairly big generators and several of them and considering you were from Colorado it just made sense. 

The big power outage just had to happen when you were on shift. You had just come into work and everyone met in the meeting room. There was chatter when Boden walked in and everyone became silent. “Alright listen up. It’s one of the coldest winters that Chicago has ever experienced. Electricity is going out which means that heat is going out and a lot of calls are going to be coming in so be prepared for that. For people that don’t have electricity or heat know they can come here, shelters and the schools are opening up since generators are set up for here, shelters, and the schools. Blankets will be available and passed out and the bunks and any available space will have cots set up. Food and water will be passed out as well.” He said and everyone either gave a nod or gave their acknowledgement letting him know they heard him. As he dismissed everyone and started to set up cots and get supplies ready. As you were getting blankets out you looked up and saw Antoino and all of Intelligence coming. 

“Hey.” You said, you had gotten to know him over the months but still wouldn’t get close to him but that might change tonight.

“Hey, we decided to come down and help.” Antonio said and you smiled.

“Thank you to all of you. We need some help moving and setting up cots and getting more blankets down.” You said and they nodded and then you were telling them where to go and who to ask about things. As everyone divided and went their separate ways but one stayed and that would be Antiono. As the time turned into hours and a bunch of people flooded in and some other first responders and medical staff had decided to come down and help. All of Intelligence had decided to come down and help, a lot of people were split up to help at the firehouse and others were sent to the shelters to help down there. You were becoming exhausted; you were non-stop going and Antonio saw this but even he didn’t have time to go over and check on you since he was busy. After making sure you were doing ok from afar, he paid a lot of his attention to the people coming in. 

“Hey, Tonio!” Gabby’s voice sounded to his ears and he looked up and smiled and saw his sister. 

“Hey, Gabs.” He said and hugged her.

“The amount of people coming in is slowing down. So, why don’t you go and take a break? It’s bound to pick back up soon and throughout the night.” She said and she nodded as they released each other.

“I think I will.” He said and she smiled and walked away. He looked around for you but couldn’t find you so he started to walk around. When he couldn’t find you inside, he decided to look outside so he grabbed his coat and put it on and headed outside and that is where he found you, sitting on a picnic table looking up at the sky. The moon was full so the moonlight hitting you made you look like an angel, in his eyes. Snow was still following and it was following in your hat and that made him smile. He also noticed that you had your issued Chicago Fire Department winter coat and beanie on and that made him happy that you had grabbed it. He stood there watching you for a second before he decided to make his way over to you but you seemed to notice his presence. 

“Staring is rude.” You said still looking up at the sky and didn’t stop until he was sitting beside you.

“You’re too beautiful not to stare at.” He said looking you in the eyes. “What are you dining out here? It’s freezing.” He said as if he wasn’t used to the harsh weather that Chicago threw at them from time to time.

“I needed a break from inside. Don’t get me wrong I love helping people but sometimes you just need to get away. Plus, the weather and darkness reminded me of Colorado.” You said and he smiled and nodded and you turned to look out over the nearly dark city. It was silent for a minute and then he was talking again.

“Come here.” He said and you turned your head and looked at him and he had opened his arms up. You hesitated a beat having a mental fight with yourself and decided that this man had been so good to you and has tried his best to get close to you that you were going to give him a chance. All the months that he had been getting close to you or at least trying to you were falling in love with him.

“What made you become a firefighter/paramedic?” He asked and you looked back over at him and your cheeks were tinged pink despite you being bundled up and you Chicago Fire Department beanie on and him cuddling you. Maybe you were blushing but you’re going to blame it on the cold. 

“Well, the firefighter part runs in my family and I never wanted to break that tradition. I love helping people in need and I love the adrenaline rush. My old chief pushed all of us to cross-train to be a paramedic just in case the ambulance couldn’t be there in time or more were needed on scene.” You said and he held onto every word and you could tell and you appreciated that, none of your other relationships paid attention to you when you talked about your profession. As you sat and talked and looked out into the city watching the snowfall and covering the roads further the cold was getting hasher and actually getting to you despite the heavy winter coat you had on and you started to shiver slightly and he took notice of this. Antonio never once took his eyes off of you and he was smiling hearing you talk. It was silent again.

“Can I ask why you won’t let me get close to you?” He asked and you sighed and looked at him. You knew this was coming.

“When I lived back in Colorado my relationships weren’t the best. Most of them cheated on me and most were abusive to me, mentally, physically, and verbally. After my last one I vowed not to get in a relationship not wanting it to happen again. But then I met you and everything changed and you made me see that not all men are evil. I didn’t want to get close to you at first because of that fear but after getting to know you all these months and you holding me now is making me change my mind.” You were honest with him and he listened.

“I understand but I will never hurt you and if I did then my sister, all of 51, Med, and Intelligence would let me have it. You’ve made quite a few friends.” He said and you chuckled. “Will you give me the chance and let me take you on a date and let me show you that I will never hurt you?” He asked and you had already made up your mind before he even finished his sentence.

“I would love that.” You said and he smiled.

“Can I kiss you? I know it is fast but I can’t wait a second longer.” He said and you chuckled and nodded.

“Yes.” You said and so he leaned down and kissed you softly and you kissed him back just as soft. Sparks seemed to fly when your lips connected and you knew this relationship would be different. You don’t know why you waited for months. Maybe part of you wanted to protect you from getting hurt again and maybe it was the trauma that kept you from being loved. This kiss undid everything and you found safety within him. You’ve made up your mind and you were going to let him show you how it is to be loved and how a guy could be a great boyfriend to his girlfriend. 

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[doberbutts]

Also just because I've been getting some harassing anons and replies on my post ever since that one self-identified Zionist blog got BIG MAD at me for posting the Palestinian flag (ironic considering like 3 days later when I reblogged something Jewish I had people then BIG MAD at me for that too.......)

Skoll, I took on knowing I would probably have to euthanize him for his aggression. From the very beginning the deal was that I was his last stop since he was a known abuse court case dog who was taken from his most recent owners and languishing in a kennel environment but deemed otherwise unadoptable due to severe aggression. The agreement was that I would have him for however long it would take to determine if he was fixable and then either I'd fix it and keep him or I'd euthanize. He bit me three separate times when we were still learning each other, and then attacked me randomly for the crime of petting his head, an act of affection he normally would approach me to request. I euthanized him at the advice of literally everyone involved with his case, and a few days after I euthanized him I got a letter from the state telling me either I put him down or animal control would take him and do it themselves. Pennsylvania is very strict on what they consider a mauling or a maiming and the resulting bite from his attack was very severe. I have had multiple people, including vets, neurologists, and behaviorists, tell me that they think he had rage, a seizure disorder which causes uncontrollable aggression, when I describe what his random bouts of attempting to attack literally the first thing he locked eyes on looked like.

Tiki, I rescued because I wanted a tiny dog and a dog that would live longer than a doberman, because dobe lifespans are hideously short due to their health problems. Within about 5 minutes of driving away with her, I realized she was very, very sick. We stopped at the vet before we even got her home. Over the next several months and constant ER visits we discovered she had hydrocephalus and also an immune condition that was slowly eating her lungs. She crashed during a procedure that was supposed to be our last attempt at fixing the lung problem as by then we knew the hydrocephalus would kill her anyway and we were trying to extend her life as long as possible. I dropped her off for the procedure, they called me on my way home, and I turned around so I could be there to say goodbye.

Creed died from cancer 🤷‍♂️ mast cell cancer is THE most common cancer in dogs as a species and it's a genuine coin toss if removing the initial tumor fixes it or if it's too late by the time you notice, because it forms on scar tissue so it hides by looking like a regular scar. Creed had a bunch of nicks and scrapes from running around in the woods on our hikes. One of the earliest scars he ever got is what killed him in the end. Losing him is what turned my blog from what it used to be, all dogs all the time, to what it is now. Ironically, he lived roughly the average lifespan for a doberman at 7.5 years old.

Phoebe, I was not involved in the decision to euthanize her. She came to me once again very sick, and I did my best to fix the problem, but it seemed to be a lot bigger than me or her other owner had expected. Her other owner took her to multiple specialists more local to her, and finally we came to a tentative diagnosis of a liver shunt. Her condition degraded rapidly and she went blind and began having seizures, and her other owner made the choice to say goodbye. Surgery was not an option due to her already bad condition not being certain she would actually survive anesthesia. I knew that she was not doing well, but I was not informed that she had died until several months later, despite my asking for updates because I suspected she'd passed. I don't disagree with the choice, I just wish I'd known when it happened. What we thought was just a chronic hookworm infestation and possible pancreatitus from the long-term damage from the hookworms turned out to be much more serious, and deadly, when it stopped responding to treatment.

If you have any questions on my capability as a dog owner to actually keep dogs alive, I'd like to direct you to the fact that Creed and my other actually-purchased-from-a-breeder dogs have lived good long lives. I keep getting sick dogs in rescue despite being told they are healthy, and that is exactly why I refuse to rescue dogs anymore. I'm tired of breaking my heart while cleaning up a problem someone else created. This is the part of rescue that doesn't get shared- what happens when someone loses the rescue lottery again and again and again with sick and mentally unwell dogs that are doomed to die before they've had a chance to truly live? I'm tired of being that someone. I'm tired of loving dogs and hemorrhaging money in a desperate attempt to fix them and feeling the weight of their bodies in my arms when that wasn't enough and they die anyway.

At least I can say Creed had a good fulfilled life as my constant companion, even if he didn't live nearly long enough compared to what I wanted.

[rs-hawk]

more bestie’s werewolf brother? Maybe the alt one but it’s less fluff this time and he decides he also wants a baby with you?

We’ll call Alt Bestie’s Werewolf Brother Ahiga so we can keep Liwanu and him separate. So basically the difference is with Ahiga, you had a baby with someone else and he came back into your life, not caring and wanting to be there for you and your baby. With Liwanu, he was your first and he’s still a little mean to you.

Ahiga was obsessed with your baby. Sure, it’s sweet but like, come on. The two of you aren't even dating. He hasn't even asked you out on a date. He just sort of half moved into your parents' house, camping out in the living room so if the baby woke up at any time, he could rush in and try his best to help.

You have to constantly tell him to go home. He always whines, putting his ears back and his tail dropping. It tugs at your heart strings, but you don't understand why he's even here. He hasn't brought up you two being together, or what he meant when he agreed to stay. Plus, you don't have time to go out, even though your parents are suddenly very excited to have Ahiga around all the time when they never liked him when you were kids, and your baby is only a few months old. You don't want to be gone from her for too long. Would he even be okay with a relationship like that?

One day, you decide to bite the bullet and just talk to him. "Why are you here?"

He's sitting on the floor of the nursery, cradling your baby in his arms as he feeds her. "I'm feeding her. Do you want me to do it in the kitchen?" he asks confused, looking up at you, though he doesn't stop cradling her to his chest.

"No, that's not what I meant," you say as you run your fingers through your hair. "Aggy, you said you'd stay, and I'm happy with that, but...," you trailed off, now breaking eye contact. "You haven't said anything else."

He burps the baby before setting her back in the bassinet. Neither of you say anything for several minutes before he takes your hands in his. "I wanted to wait until you were ready. I want to stay. I'm going to stay as long as you want me to. I just didn't want to push you."

You shrug, now feeling a little silly. Of course he intended on staying and being with you. Look at everything he was doing for the both of you. "It's just, you hadn't said anything, so I guess I was just feeling a little insecure. Plus, with the way I look now, I just," you shrug again, drawing your hands away from his.

He grabs you rougher than you're used to, and suddenly his lips are on yours. He kisses you deeply, almost harshly. Like the only way for him to live is to get his tongue down your throat. You're surprised, but you kiss him back enthusiastically. While the kiss is brief, when you two split apart, his eyes are hungry. You're panting.

"You have never looked more gorgeous than you do right now. You're the happiest I've ever seen you, and it radiates off of you," he murmurs, cupping your face with his large hands. "I want you more than I've ever wanted anything."

Your face flushes as you peek past him at the baby. Between the rocking and the bottle, she's fast asleep. At least for now. "You know, I was cleared at my last visit," you say quietly, feeling a little shy. "If you're careful, maybe we could, you know."

His claws extend slightly, pressing against your cheek. "Don't tease me." His voice is hoarse like he can barely croak out the words.

"I'm not, if you're gentle with me," you say with slightly more confidence.

He nods hard, scooping you up bridal style. You laugh as he rushes you to your room, basically dumping you on the bed. He babbles out how much he loves you, how he's always loved you, how this is the best thing that's ever happened to him. You can't even get a word in to tell him how you've always felt about him because he's peppering you in kisses, undressing you with touches more tender than you ever imagined he could manage.

He breaks the kiss again to softly kiss down your body with an agonizingly slow pace. You sigh with pleasure, his touch so gentle that it relaxes your body. When he gets between your legs, his licks start off firm but slow, testing how you react. You moan his name, arching your hips up to meet his lips. He holds your hips down, easing his tongue inside of you.

At first he's taking his time with you. Relishing the taste of you as he stretches you with his tongue. You're beginning to become an overstimulated mess as he slowly draws orgasm after orgasm out of you. Your fingers are tangled in his fur as you try to pry him away from you, now your turn to babble how good he feels but you need him. How much you love him and how badly you want to feel him.

"Are you sure?" his voice comes out almost as a growl as he lets you pull him away from you.

You nod hard. "Yes, yes, yes," you insist, bucking your hips slightly to punchiate your point.

He readjusts, slowly pressing himself inside of you. With every inch you're moaning, begging him for more. He hushes you with kisses. By telling you how good you are for how well you're taking him.

"Fuck," you groan as he finally bottoms out inside of you. "S'full."

"You feel so good, my love. So warm and wet for me," he mutters, licking along your neck, his teeth grazing against your delicate skin.

You shiver, knowing that for wolves, the marking spot is so sensitive. Is that what he wants? You hold his head to your neck, leaning it more to the side to give him more access. For a moment, he just keeps up his slow and steady thrusting, rhythmically pumping in and out of your messy cunt. Then, as if realizing what you're doing, he growls against your skin.

"Mine," his low voice vibrates your skin. "Mine. My mate. Mine."

He's still careful of you, but the thrusts are a bit harder. Deeper. His knot now pressed firmly against your entrance with each thrust in. All you can really do is whine and moan, rolling your hips as much as you can to meet him. As he nears his finish, his claws knead the mattress beside your head, his teeth gently nipping at your neck.

"I want to breed you. Please, please," he groans in such a needy voice that you almost cum around his cock right then. "My mate. Breed please."

You can't even answer before his cock slams inside of you, almost knocking the air out of you as his knot locks you in place together. He's panting and kissing every inch of you he can manage, his hot cum pumping deep into your obviously fertile womb.

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Hi love could you maybe write gavi x girlfriend reader where they are enganged and reader forgets to wear her ring and she goes out to a Club with her girlfriends and gavi sees in a insta Story that the reader is not wearing her ring and he gets mad and calls the reader and is there to take her home and is just jelous that peoble think sees her witout ring

Sorry I took so long with this. Here you go, I hope you like it, pls let me know🙂

Think the Wrong Thing -P.G

Summary: When you forget to wear your engagement ring, Pablo doesn't want men to think the wrong thing

You sighed, dropping yourself into your couch exhausted you just did laundry, folded it, washed the dishes, vacumed and moped your two floor house from the top to the bottom.

You cleaned the stairs, the railings, the doors, the whole kitchen, your backyard, everything. The house was spotless. But your hands weren't that much even with the cleaning gloves.

You hissed watching a few rough marks appear on your palm, you groaned standing up to your shared bedroom with your fiancé, Pablo, to put on some hand cream praying for the degreaser to not pass facture too hard on you and your poor hands.

After you were done, you went towards where your engagement ring was in your night side table next to your phone, usually you never took it off but you have always used strong cleaning products and you learned that lession before with a ring that you bought for yourself and you will never repeat that mistake again and mostly with your gorgeous engagement ring.

Just when you were about to grab it and put it on your finger, where it belongs, that your phone startled you lightly with a call from your best girl friend.

You smiled grabbing your phone and accepted the call, sitting on the edge of the bed, you were dirty and a bit sweaty, you didn't wanted to bring that into changed bedsheets but your legs were asking for a little rest.

"...Wanna go out with us today? We'll be going to that new Bar, Mireya says it's good"

"Baby, I'm really tired" You said shaking your head lightly

"C'mon, even if it's just for half an hour, we miss you, we have a week without seeing you!" You sighed. It was true.

You had left with Pablo to Sevilla to visit his parents and then went to a little two days vacation to Ibiza with him in his free week and when you were back like four days ago, you got into work to not let the stack of papers consume your office, even though you liked doing work in advance so that way you were never in a rush.

Give thanks to your momma who taught you that trick when younger and thanks to yourself to keep it up until now.

"I'll extend it only for two hours"

"That's all we need" You smiled shaking your head "Don't you worry about anything. I'm on my way to pick you up so get ready and quickly!" You stood up going to the shower "See ya in a few!" And with that she hung up the call.

You decided to call Pablo and let him know you were going out but when he let you ring until the voicemail you knew he was still in trainings.

"Amorcito, I'm going out with the girls for a little while, I'll text you if something happens, there's food for you in the oven. Te quiero, lindo😘"

You sent the message and went to shower to clean yourself up and to get ready for your night out with your girls. You knew, Samantha was serious of coming over so you quickly got ready finishing the touches of your light makeup, the sound of her honking came to you as you grabbed your phone and your purse, leaving your house and entering her car.

"You look bella! If Pablo doesn't wife you up in the next three hours, I will" You laughed

"I love you but I'm not changing my man, Sam"

"Ugh, I know you won't" You both laugh as she drives off.

Soon, you forget about everything and enjoy the night with them, dancing with your girls, having a few drinks, eating, chatting and just overall having a good time with them. When you felt your phone vibrate against your front pocket of your jeans seeing the ID you saw: Amor😍 and smiled immediately, you answered him.

"Amor, what's up? Everything good?"

"Don't you feel like something's missing?" Your eyebrows furrowed deeply at that response from him

"Something? Like what?" You ask confused

"Oh, I don't know" You could imagine him shrugging his shoulders and jaw clench "Maybe, look at your left hand and see it" You couldn't help but do what he told you. You inspected it and after a few seconds your eyes widen.

Shot. You forgot your engagement ring.

"Pabs-" He cut you off

"I'm coming over to pick you up" That's all he said before hunging up. You closed your eyes, sighing. You looked at the hour and it was eleven pm. You had more than two hours here, so you figured it was also good that he came to pick you up.

You said your goodbyes to your friends who all showed their sadness for your leaving, when you were on your way to the door, a man came up to you

"Oye linda, wanna have a drink with me and dance for a bit?"

"No, thank you and don't call me linda"

"But you are very linda"

"Stop that" You said still walking when you felt him grab your hand, you turned around "Hey!"

"She said to stop, hombre" You recognized your fiancé's voice and felt secure when one of his arms wrapped around your waist

"And who are you?"

"Her fiancé, asshole. Now, take your hands off of my girl's wrist before you are left without it" Pablo's gaze was extremely dark, he was angry, mad and the man could see it, instantly left your wrist go.

Pablo turned you around and took you to the exit were after being outside you could see his car.

"Amor" You said but he didn't answered to you. He still opened the door for you and got you inside before he marched over the driver's side and entered the car "Pabs" You put your left hand on top of his making him look at it and shake his head lightly

"You truly aren't wearing it"

"It's not like I didn't wanted to wear it! I forgot to put it back on!"

"Why did you take it off in the first place?" You sighed

"I cleaned up the whole house, I didn't wanted for it to mess it up or anything like that and that's why I took it off and simply forgot to out it back on" Pablo shook his head "How did you knew it?"

"Saw Dalia's IG story, she tagged you and you posted it as well; then, after I come back home, I found out the engagement ring is in your bedside table" He shrugged "How can you just forget to put it back on?"

"I was going to but then Samantha called me and I guess I forgot"

"I know I won't forget to put my wedding ring back on again after a match. In fact, it's the first thing I would do" You sighed

"Pablo, I love my engagement ring, I love people to know I'm compromised with you!"

"Going out without it isn't showing people you're mine, because if you don't have it then how people will know it?" He said shaking his head

"Don't be mad, please" You grabbed his hand "I won't take it off ever again if that's-"

"I'm not mad you took it off to clean" He cut you off "I know you do that" He shook his head once more "I'm mad people see you without it and think you're single, because you are not. You are marrying me in two months, I don't want men to think they can hit on you and have the chance because they can't and they don't, señorita. You're mine, I'm yours and it'll be that way forever now" He looked quickly to you before returning his attention to the road.

With his words, you slowly felt the tension leave the car, you leaned over and hug his arm placing your head on his bicep

"They can try all they want but I wouldn't care, I've got my eyes on you and I only want you" You smiled "I want your attention, your flirting, your love, your everything. And you'll always be the one I pay attention to" He smiled lightly as you kissed his clothed bicep "Stop being jealous" He huffed

"Me? Jealous?" He laughed a bit "A fucking lot, didn't you see the way that man was looking at you?" You laughed thinking he was gonna deny it

"Eres tan lindo" You said still giggling

"I really want these two months to pass flying" You smiled nodding

"Wanna wife me up already?"

"So badly" You laughed

"Yes, I want it too" You looked at him "Sorry" He shook his head

"I'm sorry I ruined your girl's night" You shook your head

"Was about to call you anyways" You yawned a little

"The house looks amazing, btw" You smiled "You want a massage?"

"Sounds extremely awesome" You nod "But let me tell you straight away, just a massage, nothing of funny business tonight, don't even try it. Maybe tomorrow though, because I'm tired as hell right now" Pablo laughed as you smiled

"Got it. Tomorrow = Funny business"

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[emkayewrites]

Another behind-the-scenes-on-Bridgerton-Season-3 moment from my Lukola fanfic....

(Excerpt taken from my fanfiction 'Curtain Fall')

Before she could respond, there was a frantic knocking at her door.

“Duty calls?” Ezra asked.

“Something like that.” Nicola replied. “I’ll speak to you later.” 

She hung up and pocketed her phone into her jeans, moving to open the door. 

She knew with some certainty that Luke would be the one stood outside.  If he had not come to visit her, she would likely be making the trip across the field to him.

In the last few weeks, they had become somewhat inseparable. If they were not due to film a scene together, they still found a way to see each other for a meal, a walk or just to decompress in one of their trailers.  This routine had started initially to manage their nerves about their scenes.  It was a relief to be able to talk every day just to practice and build trust.  As time had passed, they were both realizing they were getting a lot more from each other than just rehearsal time.  Nicola found herself looking forward to seeing him and being at the receiving end of his dry wit.  In her experience, there were few people in life that you could have such effortless banter with.  Meanwhile, Luke was open with her about being introverted and needing to sit in a semi-dark room with no human contact after a long day on set.  The running joke was that Nicola no longer counted as human, not after the many nights they had sat in his darkened trailer, eating dinner out of takeaway boxes in relative silence.  All in all, there was a comfortable rhythm to their relationship – so much so that even on a day off like today when most cast members were catching up with family and friends, Nicola had been hoping Luke would want to while away some of the hours together.  She had resisted reaching out to him though, feeling conscious he might be taking the opportunity to catch up with his parents or Jade.

Sure enough, it was Luke stood at her trailer door, dancing impatiently on the muddy grass as sheets of rain washed over the bright red umbrella he was holding up. 

“You can come in, that stays outside.”  Nicola pointed at the umbrella.

He immediately bolted inside, keeping the arm with the umbrella extended outside the tailer door.

“How do we bring it in?” He looked at her expectantly.  Nicola let out a snort of laughter in response.

“We don’t.”

“I’m not abandoning it out here, it won’t survive and it’s not mine to destroy.  I borrowed it from Kraft services.  Haven’t you got a tea towel or something?” He urged.

“Nothing big enough to absorb that.” Nicola shrugged, returning to her place on the couch.  “I’ve had enough lectures about these vinyl floors to know better.  Besides, the umbrella won’t get damaged.”

A crack of thunder erupted around them. 

“So is the rest of you planning on coming in or…” She asked, ignoring the sound of the escalating storm; pulling the blanket up over her shoulders again.

“Do you want a response to that, or can I just glare at you?” He shot her a look.

“Well, you can either stand there holding an electricity conductor and glare at me, or you could come in here where it’s safe.” Nicola quipped; one eyebrow raised.

“Oh, fuck. Good point.” He immediately dropped the umbrella with a clatter and pulled his arm inside, slamming the door behind him as he did.

Nicola did her best to hide her amusement.

“You’re the worst.” He said with the twinges of a smile around the corners of his mouth.

He unzipped his raincoat, revealing a thick script pressed against his stomach, protected from the rain. “Bought over today’s pages, thought it might be a good opportunity to go over the scenes.”

He pulled his coat off and took a seat beside her.  As he rifled through the script, she found herself absentmindedly sharing her blanket with him, pulling it across his back. 

“I keep thinking about when Penelope and the audience see him at the garden party, the cameras on him and he’s meant to just look handsome and interesting.”  Luke laughed disbelievingly, looking down at the page.  “Talk about a tall order.”

Nicola leaned over, looking at the notes with a frown.  “You’re overthinking it now.  A lot of that is going to be the hair, the make-up, the lighting, camera angles – it’s not all on you to convey that.”

“Yeah, maybe.” He looked unconvinced.  “It’s delivering the sexy smoulder in the close-up that I’m really overthinking.”

The show was famous for the way it framed its romantic heroes in a way that exuded romance, sexiness and intrigue usually all in one tight close-up shot of the face.  Nicola had to admit that the amount of face acting they had to do on Bridgerton was on par with stage plays and pantomime with the exception being that here, the shot was redone over, and over, and over.  It was no easy feat.

“I had a nightmare last night.  I’m doing the shot and Tricia keeps telling me my sexy face attempt looks constipated.  I keep messing it up and I give myself constipation from the stress.  They have to shut down production for the day and it’s on immortalized forever in the notes for the dailies: Luke Newton fit of constipation shuts down set and costs production ten million pounds.” 

“Ten million pounds? Think a lot of yourself, don’t you?” Nicola remarked with a smirk.  He gives in and laughs.

“But hey, your brains’ ability to do that – it’s a talent.  I wish I had dreams that vivid and hilarious.” She continued.

“It’s a curse.” He disagreed.

“Alright, look at me, look at me.” She insisted, tugging at the blanket to pull his shoulders closer to her.  He faced her and she realised just how close to each other they were.  They had become gradually desensitized to the level of intimacy required between them but every so often, in a moment off-set like this one, it still caught her off-guard.  They were practically nose-to-nose.  His eyes levelled with hers.

“Smoulder.” She invited.

A change came across his face.  The strain of stress around his eyes and mouth vanished, his features softened as he embodied Colin Bridgerton.  His eyes seem to bore into hers.

“Pen, it is good to see you.” His spoke with an affected tone.

“Is it?” Nicola responded with an English accent, looking down at her hands, playing the closed body language of Penelope Featherington.

“Truly. It has felt like I have been absent years instead of months.”

“Much has certainly changed in that time.” She was stoic.

“A good deal, I know.” Luke patted at his shirt with some boastful pride, a smile spreading across his lips. “But it was all the rage in Paris.”

Nicola could not help but to laugh.  “Sorry, I’m breaking character. He’s such an arse.”

“It’s alright, I was about to break anyway.” He sighed, rubbing a forefinger against his temple. “So, smoulder rating?”

“If 0 is vomit-inducing Hugh Heffner and 10 is Jason Mamoa as Aquaman, you’re a solid 9 as Season 3 Colin Bridgerton.”  She assured.

“Alright, well that’s… I would have believed you if you’d played it cool and given me a 4 but that’s – it’s outrageous.” He shook his head at her, smiling.

“Deal with it.  Hand on my granny Nelly’s bible, it’s a 9.”

“Don’t blaspheme, I’m not worth it.” He rolled his eyes at her, turning his concentration back to the script.

Just then, another roll of thunder cracked overhead.

Luke leaned back on the sofa, holding the script up in front of his face. “Alright, well you better order some food, I’m not leaving until either that outside stops or I feel sexy.”

“Oh, so I guess we’re dying here then.” Nicola stated matter-of-factly.

[liampaynemysteriousdeath]

Liam Payne’s watch was missing when he fell.Robbery gone wrong? The prostitutes allegedly set him up and he never called them…one of the fans recording him that day is missing.hotel employees were making fun of him in the private chat room.(plus other strange things I found from the locals)

Section 1 my theories/ideas of what I’ve read.Most people aren’t taking this suspicious death seriously because he was an addict. but addicts can be victims of crimes too. (Aka the room could have been trashed on purpose to make it look like a setup). The guy they interviewed who had a room near Liam said he heard a lot of noise. Who knows if Liam was alone. Liam did have lots of injuries. Someone mentioned he had a yellow bruiseBruise on his neck and red mark under his right jaw from courtyard video. Aka the one put on IG filmed a few days prior.Also lots of time me celebrities publicist will have a bunch of videos from the past ready to post when the celeb doesn’t feel like posting.

Unless Liam was alone and only he had access to his account? I assume his team dropped him since the label did? Idk.Locals mention ground zero is the first floor. So technically he fell from the fourth floor.The cameras supposedly didn’t work that day. Even though there’s rumors police have cctv.

Timeline is off. Could someone make a timeline of Liam’s last days? I had heard he was kicked out of a prior hotel. So that’s why he checked into that one. Also supposedly the video where Liam is sitting at that table with his gf was at a friends house was a few days old but barely posted the day of his death. . (Or maybe the previous hotel he got kicked out of.?)No one is talking about Rogelio. Source: Perez Hilton mentioned Rogelio’s full name but idr. Someone said that it was his friend/manager. Idk how true that is.Allegedly one of Liam payne’s fans is missing because she was live recording him the day of. Which is a new development.A comment below mentions he was outside hotel with fans that day and planned on coming back out to visit more fans after he was going to eat something. People mention it was only about an hour before his death those videos are allegedly taken.This post contains Some positive fan interactions, speculation from locals, and other stuff to discuss. We fans want the truth to his death. Therefore we must explore all options. This is a collection of comments I’ve gathered from YT. I will probably have to extend post to comments section since I will go over character limit.

Section 2 all the comments I’ve rounded up so far from the locals.@sunshineonmyshoulder480049 minutes agoLiam unfortunately had a very addictive personality. He was addicted to more than drugs and alcohol. He was addicted to fame and attention.(I believe) when his starwasn’t shining as bright as it once did… he couldn’t handle it. Then his ex girlfriend chastised him publicly (even writing a book casting him in a bad light) and the last straw for him was being dropped by his record label. He went into a deep dark place with feeling of rejection and shame. When his current girlfriend left him alone he slipped further and further into darkness and drugs.

You see, he was having an issue with his visa so he couldn’t leave … I heard he begged her to stay with him but she left. I wish she had stayed because he didn’t need to be alone. Reports say he requested the company of two prostitutes the day of his death. I would venture to say he didn’t necessarily want sex but he just didn’t want to be alone… and maybe he didn’t want to do his drugs alone. Remember, an idle mind

@BuenosAires-es!17 minutes agoSUN I MET HIM AT MY BDAY SW YEARS AGO IN BUENOS AIRES, I JUST HAD BROKEN UP A LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIP AND THE MOMS FROM MY CHILD’S SCHOOL ORGANIZED A DINNER AT A COOL RESTO &PUB IN THE CITY.I WAS SAD BUT WHEN I MET LIAM HE JUST CHANGED EVERYTHING IN MINUTES… GREAT GUY UNFORGETTABLE, HE WAS SO HAPPY AND FUN WE SPENT GREAT TIME MADE ME LOL, I DIDN’T KNEW ONE DIRECTION SINCE I’M OLDER THAN HIM SO I MET NOT THE FAMOUS BUT THE AUTHENTIC LIAM, OUR GAP AGE DIDN’T SEEN TO MATTER HE WAS VERY WISE AND CONFIDANT, A GENTLEMAN SO WE HAD A GREAT TIME..THANKS A MILLION WISHING STAR FOR LIFE IS A CHAIN FULL OF MOMENTS AND YOU SHINE SO BRIGHT NOBODY COULD EVER DIM YOUR LIGHT~~~~~

@DEUTSCHLAND.0072 days agoI firmly believe he didnt mean to kill himself.I lived in Argentina for a few years. I believe those 2 girls that came to his room were connected to the drug dealer.Some dealers use pretty girls to lure and to deliver drugs around hotel areas.Sadly, they’ll never admit it, they’ll say it was just a hookup.He was given a substance that caused him visual and auditive hallucinations.~~~~~

@kayceeyoung84801 day agoOne person said he jumped and people are running with that when there’s so much more evidence pointing towards him falling and not jumping. Obviously, the hotel doesn’t want to be blamed for not getting him medical attention so they are gonna go ahead and say he jumped, and it makes me so mad.

@dorothysmith38503 days agoI thought he was found with signs pointing to the fact that he did not tense up or react instinctively when he went over the balcony. This is why he was thought to have been unconscious. Even when people jump, there is an automatic body response to try and protect yourself.~~~

~@kayceeyoung84801 day agoExactly. He somehow jumped without having control of his muscles. Its bs. The hotel doesn’t want any blame so they are gonna go ahead and say he jumped. I dont buy it.凸2 日@justagirlfromphoenix10231 day ago

And his eyes were open when he landed : ( Saw the terrible pictures on Twitter and reported them I think these woman drugged him up so~~~~~~~~

@SuperAnimelov… 4 hours ago (edited)@justagirlfromphoenix1023Psychic Roberto, said Liam was dead before he was pushed off the balcony.~~~~~~~

@Longislandteaboy46 minutes ago@justagirlfromphoenix1023i saw them too. It definitely looks like he just leant back with no struggle at all by the landing position.~~~~~~~

@sandradelanney95763 days agoThere are actually reports that the police are saying it is supisious and believe simeone else was w/ him. Anunconscience person who is convulsion is not able to stand up.~~~~~~

@user-qh8nh7oe6d1 hour ago@sandra. Exactly. Becoming unconscious with drugs and drink, plus the seizure, there’s no way he could have suddenly recovered to be up and walking within 5 minutes.People are usually out for hours and it’s the danger time for choking if vomiting while unconscious.~~~~~~~~~

Someone who they claim fainted and comvulsed and had to be carried to his room, how did he get the energy to jumb~~~~~~~

@roadpizza34702 hours ago45 feet is not a huge distance. Head Injury for sure and maybe a random fracture.But all those long bone fractures don’t sound right.~~~~~~

~%%%%%%%%%%wupsau2:33If he wasn’t thinking straight, could it also be possible that he accidentally dropped his whiskey bottle (edit: and his lighter or his celphone) into the courtyard, then he went over the railing to try to retrieve it, without it occurring to him that doing so might cause injury and death to himself?1⑦日

X@wonyena5 hours ago (edited)overall heartbreaking story a lesson to get professional help early for mental and psychological issues, a person thats mentally stable wouldn’t have to erase themselves through drugs this guy was struggling in ways we probably will never understand to get to this extent…is extremely saddening to imagine the distress he must’ve been in…yes he turned into an awful person but that’s~~~~~

@quinn41595 hours ago (edited)It’s not like he was in LA or London, where there are celebrities. He could had walked in on a robbery. He stood out as being a wealthy celebrity in a drugged up state, alone in BA. The postatuites may have gotten word out to the pimps.6 5日1M@MaquitaTarot-hx2nd1 hour agoIn Argentina the prostitutes and the pimps are the cops. I have family and friends living there and they all tell me this凸⑦回

@RoxanneKnapp-kf3rpSo Liam was on Clonazepam? Was he trying to stop taking Clonazepam and having Withdrawals?凸 47 hours ago@jocelynanonymousvlogs54184 hours agoOnce again NOBODY CARED ENOUGH TO STEP UP AND STEP IN TO HELP HIM!! even the words in his songs speak volumes and NOBODY ACTUALLY LISTENED!! he was not compes mentes when he went crashing through the balcony doors and this is what saved him feeling anything….the only fault I find with the Hotel set-up is the fact that the rail around the brick and mortar of the balcony was way way to

@MaquitaTarot-hx2nd1 hour agoNot to mention that all his fans reported that he was not drugged up or drunk just half hour before all this happened. And one of the witnesses who was recording everything live is now “missing”.凸@MaquitaTarot-hx2nd1 hour agoBtw EVERYTHING you just said is absolutely true. I am a ex medical assistant for 17 year’s and a forensic psychologist and ex criminal investigator.This was a MURDER.

@koontyb48273 hours agoI’ve considered that 911 phone call to be a bit iffy. The hotel staff member saying about the balcony danger for the guest, to me it sounds like a perpetrator covering up an incident he/she/they have committed. Wasn’t it said, that a neighbouring room heard male shouting coming from Liam’s room. Has law enforcement even considered there could have been a fight in his room with another hotel guest or staff member hence so many injuries 25 injuries right. I know it is said that Liam fell 30/40 ft off a balcony but come on that isn’t such a great height to cause such catastrophic injuries? IMHO there is more to this, than meets the eye! A fall of up to 12m/39-40ft is survivable but could have life threatening injuries unless you land directly on your head. I just don’t get it. RIP Liam we are all behind you to find the truth if this was a crime by a perpetrator. PS. I’m no drug userand naurhaunhut ion’t that nInt of

@xIwy568I am still shocked the whiskey bottle didn’t smash after the fall..心8回24 hours ago(UR-ce6gt3 hours agoThe bottle could have been there before the accident史

回@elena 79rus37 minutes agoThere is a lot of weird stuff about the fall. I just saw another video where they were analyzing the position of his body after the fall. Supposedly his body was not lying under the balconies where it would logically be after his fall, but quite far from there.

@Window34571WHERE was his security,in all this?~~~~~~The phone call to the dispatcher seem oft, how the person talk about the balcony.After worrying about what, he might do to himself. Tell me something in this investigation, that doesn’t seem to make sense at this point.凸 2B

@BrittenyMcKenzie1 hour ago@o_huskywolfdean7 yes they literally said in some reports l’ve heard he blacked out and was having convulsions in the lobby. If that’s the case like you said why would they lock him in his room? Nothing is adding up!! I hope they get to the bottom of this so his son and family will one day have peace and some kind of solace in knowing they at least know for sure what happened to Liam. This is trulyheartbreaking he was a bright light and you could tell he truly cared about his fans in how he interacted with them. I get he’sfan

@BrittenyMcKenzie2 hours agoWhat if management/ hotel employees threw him off? They got angry bc how he was acting and the employee that gave him drugs got scared beat him then they threw him off!!That seems way off all of it they were worried bc a balcony is in his room? None of it adds up at all!!

o_huskywolfdean/1 hour ago (edited)There something definitely not adding up here. Like the way they handled Liam and sent it to his room, locking him in there with only balcony he had access to.Not calling an ambulance when he blacked out after he was feeling unwell, they didn’t give him any medical attention that could save his life.The phone call to the dispatcher seem off.く

@lindaw. 58361 hour agoWas the whisky bottle that was found on the floor next to Liams body in pieces??? Nobody has mentioned broken glass, just a whisky bottle as if it was still intact?山2回

1@gutierrezmaria7730 ft fall and it conveniently survived intact.凸1

@gutierrezmaria7730 ft fall and it conveniently survived intact.凸155 minutes ago@codtetrisexpertlevelgamer32311 hour ago (edited)whose dna were on the smashed telly? or what kind of object was used to smash it? and if there was remnants of that object on Mr. Payne’s hands?or was there telly glasses embedded on his shoes if he like, kicked it?凸 3回

@sharonwamsley398744 minutes ago~~~~~~@taisha8733He was apparently clear when he did the medical for his Visa just days earlier from what I have read, also he was seen only minutes earlier regarding other injuries.Interesting take on the subject, thanks.

@nicolarussell4663He was unconscious when he fell, so how did he get over a balcony山 53 hours ago@Zuqui-fr3yg2 hours agoThe hotel guy did not want the police to be calledIf you have a guest that allegedly is destroying the room, it makes sense to call the police and ambulance.Also, I wonder if the drugs were injected ?The missing part is the truth .

@KimBurleson2 hours agoI’m just wondering… where did his watch go?If you look at all his videos before his death and even that day as he was seen outside his hotel visiting with fans, he has his watch on.I’m thinking he was robbed after being carried back to his room, fought back causing things to break in his room, thrown over the balcony unconscious, and then the room was staged with drugs..

@fairuzmaileen56913 hours ago (edited)The “witness” saying he was passing out drugged-up is an employee from the hotel, hotel which in this moment is under investigation. Fans witnesses saw him an hour before his death and say he was lucid and sober, he spoke to his fans

凸 4@bonniecole1303 hours agoI saw a video of him falling on Twitter just after he died that was obviously very quickly removed and he was mostly definitely alive and conscious~~~~~~

@louisejabelal5 hours ago (edited)OR.. he was targeted..surely there are cameras that face the court yard… why hasn’t anybody from police state that saw those videos.The 25 injuries associated with the fall.. I feel those injuries, especially where they were found on his body, was from an incident with someone who wasn’t happy with himOnly Liam knows what really happened and it is really sad… where was the“girlfriend? She’s leaving him alone, especially when he was under distress ….Seems off to me as well. I hope they figure it out.

Translation in English

Room? It doesn’t matter that this boy is a drug addict and irresponsible, that doesn’t give you the right to treat him like trash. These guys and women from the hotel were making fun of Liam in the chat groups and someone from there brought him all the drugs, it was convenient for them to have him there spending money and getting high. I hope justice is done but in this country there is no justiceSpanish commentdesmaya, lo llevan a su habitación y ellos mismo dicenque se puede caer por el balcón, entonces para que lo hacen entrar a la habitación? No importa que este muchacho sea drogadicto e irresponsable, eso no da derecho a tratarlo como basura. Estos tipos y mujeres del hotel se venían burlandoFull Spanish commentBuenos19843 hours agoEl punto es si cuando el encargado del hotel llama a la ambulancia no se sabe si Liam ya estaba muerto, entonces significa que el encargado estaba mintiendo. No entiendo por qué no hay cámaras en el hotel?? Liam se desmaya, lo llevan a su habitación y ellos mismo dicen que se puede caer por el balcón, entonces para que lo hacen entrar a la habitación? No importa que este muchacho sea drogadicto e irresponsable, eso no da derecho a tratarlo como basura.Estos tipos y mujeres del hotel se venían burlando de Liam en los grupos de chat y alguien de ahí mismo le llevaba toda la droga, les convenía tenerlo ahí gastando plata y drogado. Espero se haga justicia pero en este país no existe la justicia.~~~~~

~@treesoul005 hours agoI have a theory about the timing of the call.The guy’s so monotone about it like, this spiraling pop star has been stressing us out for a while now this, great got to cover our butts. At least that’s the vibe I got.

nillyk56/12 hours agoAnd why is no one mentioning his manager/friend/business partner? He had been with him the whole time but left him all alone when he was having a crisis? Moreover, that guy is known for being a shady character.

@koontyb48272 hours ago@falalalalaa “escorted back to his room”,“a guest below Liam’s room heard a man screaming prior to alleged fall” what’s to say a fight started between Liam and the person who escorted him back to his room. There is so much that doesn’t make sense.凸3

@kathikay894255 minutes agosounds sketchy what the hotel employee said. How do we know if he hasn’t already fell when the call was made

nillyk56713 hours ago@rebeccapugh2297 There are parts missing because the cameras were turned off.凸

@nillyk56713 hours ago@falalalalaa See? That’s a lie because there’s contradictory statements from the employees. They first said he had to be escorted to his room but then the head of reception said that he walked to his room on his own. I listened to the recordings myself. They keep contradicting themselves.

@nillyk56713 hours ago@falalalalaa The disturbance story is strange. The ones who made a big fuss were the two escorts that wanted to get paid. Liam was talking to his fans and was completely fine one and a half hour before he passed away.

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Tear You Apart (Piece You Together)

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Your obsession with Komaeda Nagito is getting out of hand. The other inhabitants of Jabberwock Island are beginning to notice, you're stealing more and more obvious things, and one lie just leads to another. When the subject of your affection comes to visit your cottage while you're… busy, you struggle to keep yourself in check and hide the extremely incriminating evidence- a pair of his boxers.

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It wasn’t like you were trying to eavesdrop on Nagito and Kazuichi’s conversation.

“So like, er… are you hittin’ that?”

Really, you would have eavesdropped on any conversation Nagito was having.

“What?”

But of course, this was certainly of interest to you.

“Ugh, come on man, you can admit it to me. Are you like, getting some?”

“...I thought I knew what that meant, but now I’m not so sure.”

“Whatever! We all see you two hanging out like, all the time. Everybody else can barely even talk to you guys.” Kazuichi’s huff made your shoulders slump with relief. ‘Good, they are talking about me. I was almost worried for a second.’ Kazuichi’s voice got quieter, and you had to take a careful step further around the corner of the dining room to keep an ear out, shifting the stack of plates in your hands so they wouldn’t clatter together as you leaned forward. Despite his hushed tone, you could still detect a distinct note of giddiness. “So like… where have you guys done it?”

“I think there’s been a misunderstanding.” Nagito laughed. You could picture the look on his face clearly. You almost wanted to take a peek. The furrowed eyebrows and smile that placated any denial he needed to give. “(L/N)-san and I aren’t together in any sense.” ‘I wish that he’d let someone get the wrong idea even once! He denies it every single time… Is it because it’s me? Do I disgust him? Have I not noticed that I’ve been bothering him this whole time? Could he-’ “I couldn’t take advantage of her kindness anymore. I hope the rest of you don’t actually have that idea, I wouldn’t want to sully her reputation anymore.” ‘Oh. That’s all. What a sweetheart, even now he’s thinking about me. But… that’s kind of a shame. I wish he’d let himself have something one of these days.’ 

“Just shut up already! If you don’t wanna admit it that’s fine.” Kazuichi sounded distinctly like it wasn’t fun. “But dude, you know what they say. Don’t stick your dick in crazy.”

“...I’m sorry?”

“She just kind of seems like a psycho bi-”

You took one of the plates and dropped it on the floor. It shattered on the floor and startled the other two. You busied yourself trying to recover the pieces and look distressed. When the boys approached from around the corner, you let out a squeak. Nagito looked a bit guilty, but Kazuichi looked like he was going to die. Nagito moved quickly to your side, extending his hands to take the plates from you. You handed them over. While he was busy trying to balance the new weight, you made sure to send a glare over at Kazuichi, who paled. 

“I’m, um, gonna go get a dustpan.” You said to Nagito quietly when he had a handle on them. “I was just gonna return those to the dining room… sorry…” You quickly scurried off, heading to the kitchen where the broom was stored. When you returned, they were back in conversation, though Nagito looked notably less pleased. He had set the plates down by now. You suppressed a grin as you came back to sweep up the glass quickly, making sure to keep your head down.

“You don’t need to worry about it,” Nagito said, “I can take it from here-”

“No, no, it’s- it’s alright.” You didn’t meet his eyes. “I’ll just do it really quickly and, um, let you guys continue on with your conversation.” You felt the temperature on the tropical island drop about five degrees.

“...(L/N)-san-”

“I wasn’t gonna say anything bad!” Kazuichi insisted. “I just- uh- I was just telling Komaeda here that, er- well, that the others are- that I-”

“It’s alright!” You finished up as quickly as you could. “Alright, just gonna… go… toss these-” You felt Nagito’s eyes on you as you left. ‘Good.’ You hummed a tune as you left, but it quickly died in your throat as you tossed the shards into a bin. ‘Who the fuck does Soda think he is? ‘Psycho bitch’? I can’t believe he’s going around saying that shit to Nagito. I wonder if the others are talking about me like that… he didn’t seem too surprised by the conversation… does he know?’ 

You realized you were gripping the flimsy, plastic handle of the dustpan so hard it was starting to bend. You put it back in its place with a huge sigh. ‘Great. And now I need to go let off some steam. We’re probably almost done collecting and cleaning for the day anyway, by the way Nagito and Soda weren’t doing anything. What an idiot, distracting Nagito like that-’ You walked the short distance back to your cabin quickly. 

You didn’t waste time when you got there. Your pulse was already starting to quicken just thinking about what awaited you in your room. You locked the door behind you. Nobody ever came in anyways, of course, but it was a force of habit by this point. You opened the bottom drawer of your bedside drawer, almost full now like your perfect treasure chest.

It was littered with different things you’d taken from or had been gifted by Nagito. His hair ties, gifts from the Monomono machine, trip tickets you’d collected over the weeks. It all sat in the drawer. At the top, however, was your crown jewel, your most treasured possession. You’d only acquired it yesterday, but there was no doubt it was your favorite of all.

You bit your grinning lip and pulled out Nagito’s grey and white checkered boxers. You let out a giggle as you settled into bed. The blinds were always drawn. Nobody would come get you until dinner in a couple of hours. You had all the time you needed with your indulgence. You got comfortable within your pillows and spread your legs. Your hand drifted down to your panties, stroking the length of your panties, teasing yourself as you finally pulled his underwear to your face and inhaled deeply. 

You’d been planning your acquisition of this garment for days. Finally, after collecting at the beach, Nagito had gone to take a shower before dinner. When he came to the table, hair still a bit damp, you knew what to do. You ‘accidentally’ tipped a glass of water all over his lap, drenching his pants just enough for him to go need to go change. Once he came back, you traded out with him. You’d opened his door right up- he never bothered locking it, you knew that well- and pulled the underwear right off of the top of his laundry basket, still wet.

You had gotten lucky. His underwear was still sweet with the scent of his citrusy soap, but he’d been wearing them just long enough that his musk clung to the fabric. You moaned into the cloth. Heat flared at once deep in your stomach. ‘This is what he smells like. Oh God, he smells so fucking good.’ You buried your face within the fabric as you hurriedly tossed your panties somewhere off to the side. Your fingers slid down to circle your clit, not waiting long at all before setting a quick, furious motion. You couldn’t waste any more time. You didn’t want to. You knew it wouldn’t be long before you were soaking wet anyways.

Your mind wandered immediately to what you wished you had done yesterday. You wanted to follow him back to his cabin, to watch him strip as you had done before. To watch him tug off his clothes, to see the annoyed expression on his face you saw so rarely, the one you found immensely sexy, the one that made you want to knock on his door and beg him to face-fuck you. You pictured your mouth taking his cock as deep as it could go, your nose pressed against his skin, his hand in your hair pulling you as far as you could go. ‘Would it be like this?’ It felt almost overwhelming already. You dipped your fingers a bit into your entrance, slicking them up before continuing to rub at your clit. The electric jolts of pleasure made your breathing erratic. You almost wanted to slow down, to keep your gasping to a minimum, so you wouldn’t waste any breath through your mouth.

“Nagito…” You mumbled into the fabric. You had enough practice to keep it down. “Nagito, Nagito, Nagito,” You chanted, again and again. You had figured you could keep your obsession at bay with each item you collected, but instead, it only grew by the day. It didn’t help that Kazuichi had been right- you sunk your claws into any time Nagito had. You’d hoped, at first, that some side of him you wouldn’t like would reveal itself. The more time you spent with him, however, the more you liked him- including the bits that the others on the island, the others that had once been in his lonely life, had been uncomfortable with. Your hole was beginning to ache with a need to be filled. You slipped your fingers inside yourself, muffling your whimpers with his underwear.

You pictured his own bony hands filling you on the same stupid beanbags in the library where you’d gotten him to compare hands with you. His cold fingers extended way past where yours went. It had taken all of your willpower not to lace yours within his, not to beg to warm his up, not to press them against your chest and ask him to feel how hard your heart was beating-

There was a knock at the cabin door.

You groaned again, though now out of frustration. You didn’t even bother moving from the bed.

“Who is it?” You called out.

“Um, it’s Komaeda, I just-” He didn’t have time to finish before you were a flurry of clothes and excitement unlocking your door.

“Komaeda-kun,” You smiled, opening up to see him. He seemed surprised. You didn’t know why. “What’s up?”

“Oh. Hello.” He blinked blankly. He shook his head and recovered. “I just… I wanted to apologize for what you heard earlier…” He scrutinized your face. You felt self-concious all at once. ‘Do I have something on me? Should I be wearing more makeup?’ “...are you alright?”

“What?”

“You’re flushed.” He said. “You look rather warm. I haven’t really seen you all day, are you coming down with a fever?”

“Will you check?” You blurted, before you could stop yourself. Luckily, he didn’t seem to think much of it. He pressed the back of his hand to your forehead. His hand was a cool relief against your heated skin. You leaned into his touch. His hand moved from your forehead to your cheek, your neck-

“You feel warm.” He frowned. “Were you exercising by any chance?” His eyes glanced back around your room. You had gotten so caught up in his touch and worry you’d forgotten about the sight you’d left the place. It was too late by the time you watched his eyes do a double take on something. Fear clenched your gut all at once, sucking any happiness out immediately. 

“I can explain!” You half-shouted, head whipping around. Though it was mostly obscured in a mess of blankets and pillows, you could see the pair of boxers peeking out from underneath it all. “I-”

“I don’t think you need to explain.” He laughed. Your head whipped just as fast back around, more than confused. “The state of your room is none of my business.” You blinked. ‘Did he… not see?’  You glanced back at your room, now sure that he hadn’t seen what you were worried about. Your gaze landed on your pair of panties, thrown haphazardly on the ground.

‘Crap.’

“...unless you need help?”

“What?” You blinked at him. ‘’Help’? Is he able to tell? Surely he’s not offering-’

“If you ever need help tidying your room while you’re sick, I would be more than happy to assist you.” He cocked his head. “You can tell me if you want me to leave while you don’t feel well, though. You seem to be spacing out.” You couldn’t for the life of you figure out if you were imagining the slight smile playing at the edges of his lips. You swallowed. It wasn’t a good idea to think about his lips too hard while he was right here.

Your rational thought was occupied thinking about Nagito’s soft looking lips. Your voice and impulses jumped at their chance.

“Actually, I could use your help with something. Do you wanna come in for a moment?”

The look on Nagito’s face made you more sure that he did know what you had been doing, and he really was teasing you. The thought alone made you clench your thighs as subtly as you could manage. It was clear he hadn’t actually expected to be invited inside.

“Um, of course.” He swallowed hard. You watched his prominent Adam’s apple bob. You pictured sinking your teeth into it, taking a bite. You stepped back into the room to let him in. You knew he wouldn’t deny you. You knew he wouldn’t ever deny you. He took a tentative step in the room. He’d been in here before, but they were quick visits, to pick up or drop off stuff for collections. Never as your company. You hoped he could feel the tension in the air, too, as you shut the door behind you. He toed off his shoes. You watched his long, gangly legs move ungracefully as he did so. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. You resisted the urge to laugh at the sight of your deep infatuation in zipper shoes. It was ridiculous. He was ridiculous. You wanted him so badly.

“What is it that you need?” He asked. He seemed to have put away any illicit ideas. He looked completely innocent. Curious, even. Like a child seeing a butterfly for the first time. You stared at him for a long moment. His calm demeanor cracked and faltered. He picked at his cuticles absent-mindedly, a nervous tic you’d seen many, many times. 

You broke the silence suddenly. “Could you help me change my fitted sheet?” 

“Of course.” He fell back into ease at once. He had always been good at recovering from sudden changes. “I have trouble with mine as well. I don’t look forward to changing it. Where do you keep your-”

“Over there.” You pointed at your closet, behind him. “At the very top. Would you mind grabbing them for me? I can’t reach without standing on a chair.” He chuckled softly.

“Yes, I can picture that.” He turned and walked towards it. At once, you dove to scoop up the two pairs of underwear lying about your room, throwing them under the bed in a panic. You were just barely ready when Nagito turned back around with an unopened package of sheets.

“Thank you.” You beamed.

“It’s my pleasure.” He glanced at the bed. He was standing right next to where his underwear had been. “Should I take them off?”

“What?” ‘Yes. Whatever it is, yes.’

“Your sheets and pillows. What should I do with them?” He looked at you, that wide-eyed, patient look just like earlier. The absurdity of the situation hit you. You hadn’t expected that the activity you’d coerced Nagito into doing with you involving a bed was making it.

“You can just throw them on the floor.” You tossed some in suit. He followed along. A companiable silence followed. Your mouth felt dry. Doing something so comfortably with Nagito was more than nice, it was almost domestic. You worked easily together. Your mind swirled with fantasies of doing this every morning, of waking up next to him, of going to bed with him-

Nagito was looking at you expectantly again. You had missed what he was saying again.

“What?”

“I was just saying that I’m glad we’re making this comfortable for you- I think you should lie back down. I can bring you dinner and fluff your pillows if you’d like.” He smiled at you, a little too wide now. Another one of Nagito’s bad habits you adored- being subtle only when it could have made things more awkward.

“As long as you make sure to fan me with a palm leaf. I’d like my grapes peeled.” 

He leaned across the bed towards you easily, tall as he was, propping himself up with a hand on the mattress. “And should I hand-feed them to you?”

You bit down on the inside of your cheek. His expression sparkled with humor. You wanted to feel those fingertips on your lips. You wanted that devotion he was just joking about. The moment lingered too long, even for him. He cleared his throat and backed up. It felt like a part of you had been ripped away.

You had finished pulling the comforter up. You started piling the pillows back onto the bed. Nagito seemed to be looking for something.

“Where’s the- ah, there it is.” Nagito dropped to his knees. Your attention was diverted at once. You were thankful it was when he began to peek under the bed. Fear spiked through your chest. You scrambled over the bed.

“Wait, wait, wait!” You cried. He popped up as you flew across, catching your foot in the sheets and then his shoulder in your hand- it was the last thing you saw before you were tumbling painfully forward and off the bed. 

When you opened your eyes, you were on top of Nagito. You were so relieved he hadn’t looked for long you didn’t process this properly for a moment, but only for a moment. When you properly came to, you had to take in being pressed chest-to-chest on him on the floor. You pushed yourself up, slowly. One of your legs was between his. Your body hurt from the fall, but you paid that no mind. 

He was more gorgeous underneath you than your blurry mental images could conjure. His hair splayed out playfully across your floor, intimately disheveled. His legs felt thin and bony against yours, but they were against yours. His mouth hung open, slightly agape, a pretty little o-shape. You watched him flush almost in real time.

“Is your head okay?” You finally managed. You could hear the waver in your voice, but couldn’t stop it. It was all too much. You wouldn’t be able to stop it.

“It- it will be-”

“Good, good,” You nodded, and then you were kissing him.

Maybe it was selfish, cupping his face like you did, trying to get a hold of everything you could in that moment. You were sure every ounce of desperation you felt went into that kiss. Your eyebrows furrowed and you tried your best to commit every detail to memory- the soft skin of his cheek underneath your hand, the smell of the soap that was familiar to you now, the sound of his jacket rustling underneath you- but instead, a bright, burning need took you over. One day, perhaps, you would stop underestimating the effect Nagito had on you, but today would not be that day.

So you continued kissing him, delighting in the fact that though clearly still confused, he was kissing you back. The most sadistic part of you (which often seemed to exist in perfect harmony with your undeniable obession) was particularly happy with the position. ‘He can’t pull away like this. He won’t push me back. If there’s any part of him that wants me- he can’t deny it now.’

You pressed another kiss- then another, and another- to Nagito’s lips. A small, creaky noise came from Nagito’s throat. Your heart lept. It seemed his hesitation wasn’t from disliking it. He simply didn’t know what to do. You moved your hand from his cheek and slid it down his arm, finding his hand. You grabbed it and pulled it to your waist at once. ‘You can touch me, you can do anything.’ His grip tightened on it at once. His own kisses came faster, less afraid. ‘Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes-’

You began to swipe your tongue gently across his lips. He opened his mouth tentatively. When you hummed a quiet noise of approval, the hesitation disappeared, replaced with marked eagerness. When your tongue met his, a shudder went through your body. He moved his against you, slipping it into your mouth in kind, excitedly and sloppily. His arms looped around the back of your neck, pulling you closer. Electricity buzzed along all of your nerves, your hair could have been standing on end and you wouldn’t have been surprised. 

His deep, uneven breaths were a gorgeous tune. He was beginning to squirm a bit under you, a wiggle of his hips here, a move of the hand there. You, however, were sliding your hands all over his body quickly, groping and touching at anything you could reach. You dipped them just under the hem of his shirt, not wasting any time in tracing the prominent hip bone you found above his low rise jeans.

“Ah!” He gasped against your mouth. Your eyes flew open and met his. You scanned his face quickly, trying to assess the situation. But the heat, the desperation in his eyes- you knew that couldn’t have been born from a couple of stolen kisses.

The final dam broke.

“God, Nagito-kun,” You kissed quickly down his chin and to his throat. He bared such a vulnerable part of himself to you so easily, so deliciously, and shivered with each light peck. He was clearly sensitive to touch in general. “You- I want-” You fumbled with your words before deciding they would do you no good. With no warning, you ducked down and began to suck harshly at a spot on his neck.

You knew Nagito was a masochist. Even if you’d never heard his self-flagellation, the way he threw himself into situations that continuously upped the ante at times that would have otherwise been peaceful (you still refused to speak of the Watermelon Incident) made it clear that even subconciously, he was careless with himself. Hearing about his luck made him a ‘bit of pleasure with the pain’ type by trade.

But nothing prepared you for the noise he made as you marked him painfully.

“Mmnnah!” He cried out, limbs all clenching around whatever part of you they were nearest. “Ohh…” He pressed himself further against your mouth. How could you hope to deny him? You nuzzled deeper, sucked harder, anything to draw more of those beautiful sounds out of him. You moved down to the junction between his shoulder and neck and simply bit down, gently, then harder and harder-

“Yes, yes, oh!” He whined. “Mark me, use me as yours-”

“Does that feel good, baby?” You murmured against his skin. The vibrations of your own voice so closed against him tickled your lips. You skimmed your fingers across the skin of his stomach, up to his chest. His back arched into your touch. “You want more?”

“M- More?” He repeated, like the word was foreign to him. If you hadn’t been so intent on sucking another already deeply-colored, blossoming mark onto him, you might have backed up to see those wide eyes. You absent-mindedly had begun to buck your hips against his leg. You were getting so wet you could start to feel it between your thighs- of course, now it was also on Nagito’s thigh. Grinding against him, even like this, was heaven. The denim was rough against your sensitive skin but you couldn’t stop. 

You moved your mouth around closer to the front of his throat, a spot that would have been completely visible. You teased him with a couple of light, feathery kisses before beginning to mark him once more. He hissed out his approval. “More,” You repeated, finally pushing yourseslf back off of him. You didn’t give him a moment to catch his breath before dragging and turning his skinny frame so you were both lying parallel to the bed. You didn’t have enough space for what you were planning before. He yelped out as you manhandled him into the right position, but he didn’t seem to mind- in fact, quite the opposite. He was looking at you a bit in awe. However, it really was no feat, Nagito was light putting it generously, and you were propelled by adrenaline.

You didn’t bother acknowledging this. Instead, you shoved the bottom of his shirt all te way up to his neck, completely exposing his torso. Despite having exposed it many times on the tropical island, Nagito squeaked and tried to curl up and hide hismelf a bit, and you still looked at him like it was the first time. His body was pallid and scrawny and littered with scars and burns here and there. Though, it was still rather unassuming. But the skin and the bones barely covered by it held the heart of the devoted, enthralling, blushing boy that you loved. You licked a stripe up right in the middle of his chest with a moan simply to taste his skin. You cherished the barely-there flavor of it, the warmth under your mouth.

You led a trail of open mouthed kisses down from just between the top of his ribs down to right above the top of his pants. You let out a shaky breath as you came face to face with the button on his fly. You could just barely see the bulge in his pants. ‘I guess I’ll have to help him along.’ You nuzzled your face against it lovingly, breathing in his musk. The smell was definitely more intense- and you loved it. Nagito’s hips jumped. He scrambled up a bit from the floor, sitting up and propping himself up with his elbows behind him. He looked at you with wide eyes and pink cheeks.

“What are you doing?”

“You don’t want me to?” You palmed your hand against him. He whimpered at the touch.

“I- I do-”

“I know.” With that, you reached for his button and zipper and undid them, pulling his pants off as quickly as you could. Nagito squawked and fumbled clumsily to help you, but you had it. You tossed his jeans aside, his wallet chain clinking against your hardwood floor. Now he was laid before you in just his underwear and shirt. He looked innocent, delicate even.

“You’re so cute.” You giggled, settling yourself between his legs. “I could just devour you.”

“Wait, wait!” He covered himself with his hand. “I- I should be the one to- to do this to you- I can’t imagine an Ultimate-”

“Don’t finish that sentence.” You huffed, rolling your eyes. ‘What, you’d let any of them do this to you? …I don’t wanna think about that. ’

“Alright… but, still, I, uh, I-” He stammered as you tugged at his underwear impatiently. “I should warn you-” His face was flaming red. He looked so mortified he was going to die. “I’m less than… impressive? I didn’t expect…” He didn’t seem to know how to finish that sentence. 

You snorted. “Is that what you’re worried about?” You didn’t give him the opportunity to hesitate anymore. You pushed aside his hands and pulled off his boxers. You licked your lips in eagerness for the prize that awaited you underneath. “Aww, look at you!” You gushed, finally getting your awaited eyeful. 

Nagito’s cock stood out just a few inches from his body. The small shaft was nestled in sparse, curly, white hair and atop a soft-looking sac. “Mmm, is this a part of your complexes?” You wondered aloud. He seemed too overwhelmed to speak. His creamy, white thighs were trembling around you. You pressed a gentle kiss to one, which only made the shaking worse. He was panting just looking at you between his thighs. You grinned up at him. “I haven’t even done anything yet. Are you this excited? You’re just a cute, little virgin aren’t you?” Your laughter was tinged with cruelty, but you couldn’t help yourself. He was so vulnerable and pathetic, spread out on your floor, looking like he was going to blow his load from just the way you were talking to him. You’d lick his wounds if need be. 

When you wrapped your hand around him (the pink head of his cock barely poking out from above your fist), he breathed a whiny little keen. He didn’t stop making noises as you worked him slowly, stretching his foreskin back and forth over the head, which you watched, enraptured. 

“Ultimate Lucky Student, huh?” You murmured. “Did they not take this into consideration?”

“I-“

With one swift motion, you opened your mouth and took him in completely. With an obscene moan, Nagito melted back into the floorboards. You could fit the entirety of his length down your throat comfortably, which you did for a long moment, savoring his taste and scent. You’d imagined it for what felt like so long, but the real experience was unimaginable. His hair tickled your nose and he filled you just the perfect amount and any thought except for sucking Nagito’s dick and having him lose himself in the pleasure.

“Oh… yes… God, yes…” Nagito cried out. It snapped you out of your daze enough for you to begin bobbing your head. You moved quickly, and with no extra length left ignored by your mouth, your other hands were free to rub along his thighs and grope his ass. Your legs rubbed together continuously, but even the burning feeling of want inside of you was left ignored.  

You sucked your cheeks together so he would rub along them. You laved your tongue around him, trying to swallow up what was leaking from his dripping cock. You were quite literally drooling around him. When you lifted your head to catch your breath, strings of saliva remained attached between the two of you. The rapid pace and sloppiness of it all made the telling, indecent noises that came from a blowjob. But you didn’t care who might have heard. In fact, you wanted them to hear- you hoped everybody would hear what you were doing to Nagito, how he was reacting to it all. You hummed in your own pleasure and moaned around him. You wondered if he could feel how much you enjoyed it. He certainly would later.

“So good, so-” Nagito’s head tossed to and fro as he attempted to keep up with the sensations. “Ahh, ohh,” His legs squirmed and his hands gripped hard onto your shoulders. He seemed to avoid your hair, and the jerks of his hips that you knew were involuntary were halted midway through. ‘Still denying yourself, Nagito-kun?’ You decided to give him a bit of help. You reached and pulled his hands into your hair, one by one. When he finally gave a tug- experimental or accidental, you couldn’t tell- you hummed in approval. Slowly but surely, he became comfortable with the position. Or at least, lost enough control to stop himself.

“Mmnnhhhplease,” He was beginning to slur his words. You could tell he was about to finish. You were surprised he’d lasted the few minutes he had. You moved even faster. His moans got higher and higher, louder and louder. Finally, one of his hands left your hair. You peeked up curiously, doing your best not to stop or slow. He had placed his forearm over his eyes, a giant grin on his face. ‘He’s beautiful.’ You thought dreamily. You pushed through the soreness in your neck and back and continued on.

The hand still in your hand tensed, his hips stiffened, and there was a certain alarm in his jumbled words- but only for a moment before his cum flooded your mouth. You swallowed it down gratefully, reveling in the slightly-there salty flavor. As he finished, his moans became breathy laughter, and he was a vision that couldn’t even open or uncover his eyes, or do anything other than laugh.

You didn’t release him from your mouth until you could feel him getting softer and Nagito had begun to quiet down. Finally, you raised your head, making sure to suck any remaining cum up off his cock. He squeaked at the extra suction.

Nagito was huffing out tired breaths, his chest still heaving. He’d finally moved his arm. He was looking down at you, but he still seemed bewildered.

“You… could have spit it out. I wouldn’t have been offended. In fact, this was much more than I could-”

“Get on the bed.” You ordered, standing up. He blinked up at you. You offered him your hand. He took it and you pulled him up, only to push him back down onto the bed and climb back on top of him to straddle him. His eyes widened. One thing was clear: you weren’t done with him. 

One hand reached down to stroke his cock again. You watched his expression carefully. His eyes rolled up and he bit his lip to hold back a squeak.

“I- I can’t- I’m sorry- it won’t- ah, ah, ohhhh-” His body was shaking. His cock twitched pathetically, but didn’t seem to be filling. Still, you beamed.

“That’s alright, I’ll help you out with that later. We can have fun other ways.” You let go of him and got up on your knees to pull up your skirt. Underneath was your pantiless pussy, which had slickened your inner thighs with a visible, shiny sheen. You bared yourself for his viewing pleasure. Nagito swallowed hard at the sight.

“Did I… am I… did I make you that w- wet?” His mouth stammered on the last word, unused to saying it or speaking like that.

You smiled lovingly at him and cupped his cheek, rubbing your thumb along it. “Mhm. Do you like it?” He nodded quickly, frantically. 

“Yes. Yes, yes, you’re incredibly beautiful.” He breathed, trying to sit up and get nearer. Despite it all, you felt yourself begin to blush. You scooted forward a bit, so your knees were on either side of his chest. Nagito was enraptured, not taking his eyes off of your bottom half. The look on his face was greedy, but it was clear he couldn’t name what for.

“Do you wanna kiss it?” You murmured. He looked up at you, as if to ask ‘really?’. “Go on.” Nagito sat up as much as he could, lids lowered and singularly focused. You pulled his head forward. You angled your hips so his expectant, open lips and slightly extended tongue made contact with your inner lips.

All your muscles relaxed. You sighed out in contentment, carding your fingers through his messy locks. His tongue was soft and hot against your sensitive flesh. He moved his mouth slowly as he really did press a long, lingering kiss to it, dragging the pad of his tongue along your clit. The electric feeling that went through you felt hot enough to burn. You realized he was looking up at you for guidance, mouth still pressed against you. The sight alone made you shudder with delight. 

“Keep going.” You whispered. He obliged at once, dipping his tongue once more between your folds, licking up the length of them. You groaned, head falling back and hips rolling gently against his face. Nagito kept going, the sound of his sloppy, almost-kisses echoing through the room. Your mind began to blank once more as he explored you, repeating motions that made you moan particularly loudly until your legs felt wobbly. You propped yourself up with a hand on your headboard, bowing your back to watch him.

He tentatively rested his hand on your thigh, steadying himself so he could press his mouth closer and deeper. You realized that he must have been straining himself. You moved forward so that you were right above his face. You found that he looked quite at home underneath you with the pleading expression he was giving you. However, you remembered something as you took the sight of him in.

“Oh, that’s right! Lemme just-” You got off the bed and Nagito’s face, turning around off of him so you wouldn’t potentially hurt a hair on his head. You straddled him once more, but now you were facing towards his cock. Before you began to stroke his half-hard cock, you pressed yourself down onto his mouth, muffling his cries. His noises vibrated through you, a feeling that made you squeal and clench your thighs around him. Incidentally, your grip tightened around Nagito. His back bowed in front of you, and there was a steady vibration at his continuous whines.

“Good boy,” You panted, rocking your hips against his open mouth. “Good boy, good boy-” The excitement of the day was quickly catching up to you. After all this time waiting, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop from grinding quickly against Nagito’s tongue, his cock still in your unmoving hand. He was still doing his best to be obedient, laying it flat for you to use when it was clear he couldn’t keep up. Your free hand tore at your shirt, popping a button off or two in your haste to clumsily remove it alongside your bra. Your voice quickly grew louder and louder, and the ramshackle bed shook with your movements. 

“Nagito, Nagito, Nagito,” You chanted his name like a prayer. Your eyes rolled back. You alternated between pinching and pulling at your nipples and running your hands down his stomach and hips, giving his cock the occasional stroke to coax it up once more. “Nagito!” Your hips didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, as you came. You dug your fingers into his sides, where your nails would surely leave marks. Your legs hugged either side of his face and body, and you ground down against his tongue through it. When you stopped moving, he licked at you slowly, ending at your entrance and circling around it.

“You keep that up and you’re gonna end up distracting me from the main event!” You palmed his cock, your hand easily enveloping it. You teased the head of it with your fingertips, making him mewl underneath you. You finally lifted yourself off of his face. His chest rose and fell harshly. You could feel his gasps, hot against your skin. You didn’t think you could ever get tired of watching his reaction. You moved to a spot next to him on the bed so you could see all of him once more. 

“And here I thought you couldn’t go again.” You teased, running one fingertip from underside of tip to base. He looked alarmed. Or, as alarmed a clearly exhausted man could look.

 He sat up slowly, like an old man with aging bones, but it was only his muscles that were weak. “I- I’m sorry- but I don’t think my pathetic body can-”

“You’re right, you look like you can barely stand.” You hummed pensively. Your hand did not stop its movement. Nagito’s sweaty forehead came to rest on your bare shoulder with a defeated, weak sort of noise. You were afraid he’d be able to hear the butterflies in your stomach swarming about. “So I’ll do all the work for you!” You beamed. You pushed him back into the bed, making sure to be gentle. It hadn’t taken much force at all.

“You’ll- huh? Uh-” 

You ignored him as you slid off the bed onto the floor by the foot. ‘His neck is bruising beautifully.’ You thought cheerily. “Come closer, honey. I promise you won’t have to move any more after that.” You beckoned him. His blush reached the tips of his ears. He nodded wordlessly, his mouth pressed into a tight, abashed line. 

He didn’t meet your eye as he slid himself down towards you. He didn’t seem to understand what you were about to do- but you didn’t blame him. If you had found out at breakfast what you were planning, and more importantly, about to actually do, you would have likely collapsed. “A little more- good boy.” As his legs came down over the edge of the bed, he began to move his knees to one side so as not to hit you. You chuckled. “No, no, not like that.” You grabbed his legs and spread them open. He yelped. “That’s better.” 

Your mouth watered at the sight. You knew you were just moments away from something you had wanted for so long. You wanted to savor it, to mark his thighs with your mouth, to praise him until he couldn’t take it, to draw another orgasm from him- but you just couldn’t. Despite also having just cum, your insides burned and ached to be filled worse than you had ever experienced. Your mind felt hazy. Any conscious thought left concerned just how badly you wanted Nagito inside you.

With his legs open and inviting, it was easy to get close enough to slide his cock between your lips, even while standing. Nagito choked on his spit as he accidentally attempted to speak and gasp at once. You gave him a moment to recover, but it did nothing to deter your lust.

“Are you alright?”

“Mm- mhm!” He managed through coughs. You laughed fondly at him, just a bit. 

When he’d finally stopped, you asked him another question, beginning to move your hips again. Your pussy and thighs slid around him, back and forth. “Does it- Does it feel good?” It was your turn to be embarrassed. Instead of coming out sultry and commanding, your own worry leaked into your stammered words. However, if Nagito noticed, he did an incredibly impressive job at pretending he didn’t. 

He nodded frantically. His eyes were shut tight. “Uh-huh, yes, yes, it feels- you feel-” As he spoke, you continued to move your hips forward, and forward until- “Oh! Oh-” His cock slipped into your eager body. You didn’t stop, pushing yourself forward until you had taken all of him, and the front of both of your hips were pressed together. You watched him disappear inside of you.

You laid your hand down on his stomach delicately, half-afraid he would disappear beneath your fingertips. Your eyes finally flickered up his body and to his face. He looked up at you through lowered lids. It startled you a bit when you realized there was something in there you didn’t recognize, something that made you feel like you were burning from the inside out. 

Then he laid his hand on top of yours. Behind you, his legs wrapped around your waist.

Oh. The look in his eyes. You did know it. Something he’d kept guarded and hidden from you this whole trip- despite how often you looked, despite how much you thought you knew him- desire.

The last bit of your restraint snapped.

You gripped him by the waist hard and ground yourself against him in frantic, long strokes, rubbing your swollen clit against him as best as you could. You squeezed unconsciously around him with each motion. “Hah… haha…” You laughed breathlessly. “Do you want me to fuck you, Nagito-kun?”

“Yes- yes!” He moaned, back arching against the bed at the thought alone. “P- please-”

“Shh… I told you already, you don’t have to move a muscle.” You purred before rolling your hips back and forth against him. His legs and ass felt silky soft around you. You grabbed one of his thighs to help anchor your movement. You adjusted once more, and then-

He cried out as you slammed against him. You might have made a noise just like that, but you didn’t notice. Your mind focused singularly on his, it screamed at you to make him make it again, to make him scream. You slammed against him again, and again, and again- his legs tightened around you as he filled you. His noises bounced with your eager, unrelenting pace.

“God, I love this cute little cock of yours.” You gushed. Nagito made a sort of moan that was half-embarassment, half-pleasure, and half-exhausted. “Is that mean to say? To call it cute? And little? Well, that’s alright, I love it either way.” You babbled. “You feel so good inside of me, so good, so good- What was that?” You leaned down a bit to listen to the words he was trying to slur together, not bothering to stop however.

“Faster… please…” He managed. Your face lit up.

“Even faster?” You didn’t wait another second before pushing his legs up and clambering back onto the bed with him. His legs tightened close, seemingly reflexively. You giggled at the cute display. You got on you knees, one on either side of his legs. He grabbed onto his legs, keeping them up and spread for you. You smirked down at him. “There you go, baby. Just like that.”

“Aha… I didn’t even realize what I was doing…” He deflected, as always.

“Then it must come naturally.” You continued to lay the praises on him, as always. Now you could lean over to kiss him easily, and you took full advantage of it. Nagito’s mouth was cold from lying open-mouthed, panting. You reveled in it, knowing it was the payoff of your work. You reached blindly for his cock, stroking it, feeling how wet you’d made it. Nagito’s approval was muffled in your mouth as you played with the tip of his dick. You wanted to drown in his noises. Finally, when it got to be too much, you pulled away from his lips. He sought you out, trying to lean up for you until you pushed him back down. “It’s alright. I told you, I’ve got this.”

“Okay, okay, oh, God, just… please, fuck me-” His mouth, now uncovered, continued to plead. You gave him what he wanted. You pulled his cock back into you and picked back up at once. “Yesss…” A smile melted onto his face once more. His eyebrows furrowed together and he gripped onto the sheets on either side of him.

You moved faster, the bed’s headboard hitting the wall. This was certainly audible to those that happened to walk past your cabin, much like your name, which Nagito cried out freely. Maybe it was the position, but you had never heard someone inside of you make more noise than you. He was adorable, lost and confused in the pleasurable haze. You shivered, clenched around his cock.

Soon, you realized his hips had begun to buck up, trying to speed up the pace, trying to take any bit of control- that wouldn’t do. “I told you.” You grabbed his hip on one side and used all of your weight to push it back into the mattress, fingers digging into his skin cruelly. “I’ve got this.”

“Yes, yes,” Nagito nodded frantically, and you couldn’t tell if he was agreeing with you, or just expressing how good it felt. “I- I’m gonna-”

“You’re gonna cum?” You pounced on the possibility at once. “Oh God, do you wanna cum inside me, Nagito-kun?” The sloppy, lewd sounds of your skin meeting echoed through the room. “Cum inside me- oh, get me pregnant-” A laugh escaped you. It poured out like the rest of your words. Your thighs burned but you barely felt it. “Don’t you dare fucking finish yet- I’m not, ah, I’m not nearly done with you yet-” He looked up at you with furrowed brows. You could practically see the gears spinning in his head as he tried to keep up with it all. “Fuck, your cock is so cute, you’re so cute, Nagito-kun-”

“P- please, please, please,” He sobbed. “Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it- anything, anything-”

“If you keep talking like that,” You leaned down to talk into his ear. “I’m going to milk every last drop from you.” You punctuated your sentence with another bite on his neck. His legs tightened around your waist. His arms came to hold you tight. His voice, right by your ear whimpered, then gave out. You bounced once, twice, thrice, before sinking all the way down and burying his cock as deep as you could get it. Your orgasm rushed through you fast and violent as you felt him cum pressed against your womb. You practically screamed your release against his neck.

You committed to memory the feeling of his spent cock twitching inside of you. You held each other as your minds finally began to clear and the last spasms ran through your bodies. Eventually, Nagito stifled a yawn.

“Poor thing. All sapped of his strength.” You pecked his cheek. A tiny, sleepy smile graced his features. You finally pulled off of him with a small sigh. You slid your fingers through your slit, bringing up a mixture of his cum and your slick. The sight of it in your hands made your heart jump all over again. “C’mere.” You moved back onto the pillows. He followed shakily. You pulled the covers down and over him. “You look like you need a nap.”

“I- I suppose so-” You curled up to him eagerly, tucking yourself neatly under his chin and wrapping your arms around him. He was silent for a moment. “I… I have to be honest with you about this.” He struggled with the words. “I’ve thought about it this whole time, but uh, I don’t understand the joke.”

“...what?”

“I mean, you seemed to be enjoying yourself, so- ah, this isn’t to say that I didn’t enjoy myself- in fact, it was better than I ever imagined, or ever could have imagined- I just… still don’t exactly understand… the whole… joke.” He gestured vaguely with his hands. You slowly looked up at him, not saying anything. It made him uncomfortable, as you’d intended.

“What joke-”

“I just figured that, well, after what Soda-kun had said, I figured that you two had maybe planned something? Or, er, is this your way of punishing me for the conversation earlier? I don’t know why you’d decide on this method, however-”

“Nagito, I’m in love with you.”

His eyes darted around the room, like he was expecting someone to jump out of the woodwork.

“I don’t- I don’t… get it-”

You let go of him and opened up your bedside drawer. “I don’t know if I could get you to believe me any other way.” With no warning, you pulled out his underwear and handed it to him. He stared at them for a long moment. “You, uh. You can have them back.”

Finally, with wide eyes, he whispered, “...I knew they went missing.”

[anemonelovesfiction]

Kinktober 2- Eating out

Neytiri x Avatar Reader

Warnings ⚠️: Literally in the title… hehehe

I have decided not to use Y/n in here- although it was hard for me not to, but I have also mostly written this chapter in Neytiri’s P.O.V and that was also a challenge? Hope you enjoy!

Where there is a small line break, the POV changes to reader :)

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Translation Station

Olo’eyktan: Clan leader is

Ma’tsmuke: My sister

Tawtute: Sky person (Human)

Vrrtep: Demon

Iknimaya: Rite of passage

Sturmbeest: some animal they eat idk ( the word itself is not in Na’Vi … the Na’Vi word is talioang)

Word count: 4.2K

I’d taken it upon myself to remove myself from the given situation and not embarrass myself further. I had no real reason to have been upset with how friendly she was being with Jake, she had every right to be friendly with whomever she deemed necessary, but there was a foreign feeling in my chest as I watched them interact with one another and in my mind, me leaving was the perfect solution. In this way I could fake being tired and leave with my dignity intact and not be forced to watch the two become even closer than what they were.

There was something about an eligible Olo’eyktan that sparked interests in many females in the tribe, and sure she had gone through the same intense rigorous training that he had, and sure she too had become one of the people, but she hung out with Jake often and it was pretty much a clear sign that the two would attempt to mate and have half-breed children to fill the empty holes of the warriors and family we had lost.

But of course, instead of heading up the spirals of our newer home tree, I headed off to the spirit tree, making sure to thank Seze through our bond before disconnecting. Making my way toward the strange petals that dropped down- strange in the sense that they differed from any other leaf on any other tree here- but similar to me all the same. I grab a gentle hold of my kuru, swinging it around my shoulder and connecting it to the spirit tree, wanting to see the familiar face I’d grown to love and miss over time.

“What seems to trouble you tonight, ma’tsmuke?”

I smile at the familiar voice that brought warmth through my chest and place my finger on my forehead, not needing to say anything, as I extend and uncurl my finger the further it got from me. The unspoken ‘Oel ngati kameie’ we all use to communicate that we truly see one another.

“Why does anything need to trouble me for me to visit?” I ask as my smile dies down, the remnants of the feeling of my cheeks being stretched now slightly tickling my jaw, my eyes looking upon her and taking all of her in. It had been a while since I last visited her but I wondered if she could sense how distressed I felt at the moment.

“No,” She answers simply as she begins walking in the endless landscape of the forest, the home I’d grown used to, the home she once knew that no longer existed. “But I do know you, sister, and I understand when you are upset. So tell me, does it have anything to do with that tawtute?” She asks with a knowing soft smile.

I sigh and take a seat on the softened moss below me and she follows as she takes a seat next to me. We typically walked, ran, or hunted while we talked, but sitting was the biggest way we communicated that we had something to get off our chest without using words. She gently places a couple of braids that had fallen in my face behind my ear and waits for me to speak.

“I feel broken.” I admit but feel my throat constricting and finding the words I needed to explain the situation was suddenly becoming harder. I did not want to cry in front of Sylwanin or give her a reason to worry about me, but I was struggling with my emotions and couldn’t understand why this hurt so much, I shouldn’t have allowed myself to fall in love with a vrrtep.

“I understand the feeling very well.” She is soft spoken during these times when she is attempting to give me the space I need to speak. She is also very caring and nurturing and wants me to feel like I can trust her, and I do.

“I feel crazy, stupid even, for falling in love with a dream walker. For allowing myself to be blinded by believing she has become one of the people- when she is still attached to her old life just the same.” I explain and Sylwanin listens, nodding along as I speak.

“Have you shared with her how you feel?” She asks me with a light hand placed on my shoulder and I have to stop making eye contact, feeling my embarrassment grow further.

“When we were celebrating her and Jake becoming one of the people, after passing their iknimaya, I was placing paint on their bodies and told them that they have earned their place within our people. They would now also become one within Eywa, I told them they could choose a mate they found suitable and they eyed one another, I felt my heart break at that moment. I did not need to ask to know what they were silently agreeing to.” I shuddered after reminding myself the smiles they shared and felt utterly defeated.

“I do not feel they looked at each other as one does a potential mate, tsmuke.” I only shrug my shoulder to shake her hand off of it and give her a short hiss to prevent her from sweet talking me any further. She only smiles again and placed her hand on my knee, patting it several times with a small chuckle, I hiss again and she removes her hand, holding them up in surrender.

“I believe I need to let you go now, I will see you again at another time.” She stated whilst picking herself up and off the floor, dusting her loincloth of any remnants of dirt or moss that had held on to the threads between the design she had, I only furrow the skin of my brows in confusion as I stood myself.

“Whatever for, I have just gotten here, what is the rush?”

“There is someone patiently waiting for you.” She sends a smile my way. “Good luck to you on this beautiful night, tsmuke, may Eywa answer your prayers.” She gives me one last hug and upon the feeling of the breeze picking up, I could deduce that my consciousness had been placed back into the body that had stood with my kuru attached to the petal of the tree.

I open my eyes and turn around to see the very woman I had been trying to avoid. I look around to see if she had come alone- not that she would have come up here with Jake if either one of them had noticed me, I’m sure he was lingering not that far away from her as I looked around, but I couldn’t hear anything out of the ordinary.

“Have a good visit?” Her voice rings pleasantly in my ears as they turn more toward her to hear her better, I hit myself upside the head mentally, trying to keep my reactions to a minimum, she was about to become a mated woman, I should not let my thoughts get ahead of themselves.

“Do not worry, I will not take up more of your night.” I pick up the bow my father had given me and head off in the direction I’d left Seze, I was still surprised I managed to evade the bullets coming her way, almost as if I knew where they were coming from and where they could have hit her.

“Hold on-“ She stated before grasping my arm and this stops me, not just my body, but my thought process as well. My tail flickers in excitement from her touch and I try to hide it by turning just as the movement was initiated, I put on my best blank stare as I look down at her, it was adorable how she was shorter than myself, she said it must have been something to do with her human DNA- whatever that meant.

“I do not wish to keep you and your mate waiting.” I stated curtly and her brows furrow.

“What do you mean? I came alone.” She shares and I seem to furrow the skin of my brows together in confusion.

“Where is Jake?” I asked quickly to cover my tracks but only feel like I’m digging a bigger hole for myself as I ask invasive questions that are not of my concern.

“Why does that matter? I wanted to tell you I have chosen who I wanted as my mate.” She recovers from her confusion quickly but overshares as most humans are known to do, but the fact that she was sharing this with me had me confused, was she wanting to rub it in my face, or did she genuinely not know what to do.

“Congratulations.” I mustered up enough strength to mention that word without putting much emotion behind it, struggling to keep my face from forming a scowl, now all I had to do was attempt to say goodnight and leave and force myself to move on while she remained happy. I turned once more and attempted to leave but she runs up to me and steps in front of me, preventing me from reaching Seze.

“Why are you so quick to run off, you don’t even know who it is.” She asks with the sweetest voice clearly holding some hurt in it and my ears flicker, my tail flicking behind me in annoyance with myself knowing I had caused her some kind of pain, but the movement was hidden behind my body.

“I would rather not stay here when Jake arrives and the two of you-“

“Jake?” The confusion drips off her voice like honey. “You mean Jake Sully, Jake?” She states again and the confusion was now evident on her face, her eyes squinting slightly, amusement swimming in her eyes as she laughs lightly. I scoff and switch my weight over toward my other foot as I cross my arms, how much longer was she going to prevent me from being able to go to sleep?

“What other Jake would there be?” I asked but the sudden thought that she might have been interested in a Na’vi entered my mind, but there could have been no way, unless I had been blinded and she was excellent at keeping things hidden.

But many thoughts entered my mind when it came to her stealth like the time she had attempted to grab an arrow just to shoot it past the target and warn the other sturmbeest around that hunters were near. The time she quite literally attempted to walk near the lake when I had already told her to be cautious of her steps and she got her foot caught on one of the many roots sticking up from the ground, only to fall face first into the water, Jake immediately laughing at her antics as she pulled herself out of the situation and stated she wasn’t used to being that tall. The time she flung her body off the vines in an attempt to beat Jake in a race they set themselves, only for her body to continue falling off the tree because that vine wasn’t hanging onto anything sturdy. There was no way she could have expertly hidden a secret courtship with anyone I knew.

“Jake is too busy making goo-goo eyes at Tsu’tey to come here at the moment.”

“Whoever you have chosen is due here soon and I need to leave before they get here.” I stated already having had enough of whatever this game was. She seemed to sense my anger because her face falls into the same kind of face she uses on children when she attempts to soothe them if they’re crying.

“I choose you, Neytiri Te Tskaha Mo’at’ite.” She stated quietly, yet this was the first I had ever heard her speak my full name. She had been the one to ask what my name was when her and Jake were put under mine and Tsu’tey’s watch but when she attempted to say it, she butchered it badly, I wonder how long she had been practicing to get it right.

My arms uncross as she says that and I stand there very slowly processing what she had said. Not having much of a reaction because this felt like a dream. Here in a second I would probably wake up and this would all be over and she would be in someone else’s arms.

“If you’ll have me as well, of course.” She breaks the silence, but has grabbed a hold of her hands and started playing with them, something Jake said she does when she gets nervous. I could only look up at her with a blank expression because the great mother must have heard my prayers and decided to answer them tonight.

“You choose me?” I asked to make sure I had understood her and wasn’t something that could have easily been a mistranslation on her part, although I knew that was stupid because she spoke near perfect Na’Vi after all of our lessons, she uses the proper pronunciation and places the words in the correct order. She closes her mouth as she nods, humming with her words the way humans do when they are agreeing with a statement, something I learned from them.

“Only if you wish to be mine as well.” She had placed her hands down by her sides but her nails were digging into her thighs, she seemed too nervous to have been making a joke out of the situation, and she must have flown not too long after myself to get here that quickly, she probably wouldn’t have had time to check to see if I had truly gone to sleep and had most likely gone after me or caught me taking flight with Seze.

I could feel my face soften intensely the longer I stared down into her face and all of my emotions going on high alert, I wanted to cry from overwhelming happiness. How could someone as sweet, gentle, nurturing, and caring as her want to be with me after how I had treated her? I had purposely giving her a harsh work load when it came to learning the ways of the people and she had taken it all and worked it out bit by bit, never bothering to call me any names.

“You are certain of this?” I ask her without having let her know how I felt about it and she nods.

“You do understand the implications of this, right?” I asked and again, she nods.

“We only mate with one person for the entire life.” I stated and yet again she nods.

“You’re all I’ll ever truly need.” She responds quickly, as if the words had left her mouth without the thought running by her head beforehand, I’m surprised at how certain she was.

“I was under the impression you needed-“

“You were wrong.” She licks her lips tentatively and seems shocked at interrupting me but steps forward confidently.

“I can apologize, I can show you how I feel, but I need to know if you choose me as well.” She reaches a hand out and hesitates to place it on my shoulder, drawing it back but before I can show my disappointment she places it on my cheek, I look back at her and feel a swell in my chest knowing how well we must have taught her.

She was waiting for me to say I accepted before doing anything, the definition of a wonderful person, someone willing to accept defeat. Her face coming close to mine but stopping, her breath hitches slightly as my hand is placed on the arm she has on my cheek, waiting to see if I was planning on pulling her hand from my face, but I don’t, her eyes had closed as she exhales.

“How can you possibly show how you feel without words?” I teased and watch as her own ears flicker, her tail dancing behind her in frustration, a smile etches on my face in triumph at teasing her.

“Tiri, please.” She begs as her fingers stiffen on my cheek, her other hand clenching into a fist to stop herself from doing anything she might regret and I feel as if she’d had her fill of torture, placing my other hand on her cheek and returning the gesture, she opens her eyes to look at me in awe.

“I already have.”

The smallest of exhales left her mouth before she looked at my lips and brought her head forward, sealing our lips in a kiss, her other hand placing itself on my waist to bring me in closer. She surprises me by prodding her tongue on my lower lip but I open my mouth up either way and allow her to explore what will belong to her in a few short seconds.

I guided our bodies down to the mossy undergrowth and had us both sitting on our knee’s as our kissing had grown heavy. Her hand had abandoned it’s post on my cheek and trailed down toward my waist pulling me closer to her but I had taken this time to pull away from our kiss to look in her eyes, instinctively grabbing my braid, pulling it forward.

She eyes my actions as she pants heavily but leans back to grab her own kuru and watches as I bring mine close and she repeats the action, letting our tendrils dance around each other and finally grasp on and never letting go. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I had been holding as I can feel the depth of her thoughts, emotions, her past, the things she had experienced all playing out before me. But the one feeling I could pick up over everything else was an intense feeling of love and adoration for me, I could see the way her thoughts played memories of how she had seen me when I was teaching her the ways of our people, and she has felt this way for a while.

She had let out a whine upon our tendrils hugging tightly and I knew she could feel my overpowering emotions, her panting had grown heavier once we’d made tsahyelu and I could feel a surge of heat running between my legs. I place my hand on her cheek and coo at how she was reacting like she was receiving pleasure beyond compare, her hooded eyes meeting mine, her pupils blown wide, it made me feel good knowing this is how we made one another feel with our bond alone.

“I still need to make it up to you.” She says and I tilt my head to the side slightly, as if asking her what she meant.

“I made you think I liked him, I should have just told you how I felt from the beginning.” She stated while gently pushing against my breast bone, her actions indicating she wanted me to lay on the floor. Another hot surge of energy had shot through my core and I moaned freely, getting comfortable but sitting up on my elbows.

“What are you doing?” I asked as I had no idea what she was planning.

“You ever been ate out before?” She asks but the english term falls off of her lips and I have to admit I’ve never heard of those words together during a situation as intimate as this one so I shake my head and she smirks as she lays herself on her belly in front of me.

“Let me be the first- and only- to show you how I can apologize without words.” She stated as her hand slid down toward the knot keeping my loin cloth together without my knowing, she managed to slide the front part off before laying down once more, spreading my legs.

“Lay down baby,” the English term of endearment has my heart fluttering but I was still confused as to where this was going, I listen to her and lie on my back, feeling her excitement through our bond and her breath between my legs, I lift my head to stop her from continuing down that route but felt her tongue prod out and tease the edge of my lip.

My breath hitching at the foreign feeling but not completely hating it. The wet muscle glazing over the outside of my lips making me itch for more, I felt she had been teasing on purpose, her tongue lightly swishing around and over the other lip, at the point she finished making her way around, she flattens her tongue and repeats the action.

No words are shared between us as she continues and I can feel my impatience settling in as my hips attempt to move to get her to give me more. I let out a low moan as her tongue glides toward my slit, finally dipping it past the lips gently.

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I’d taken my time teasing around the lips of her pussy until her hips were moving to get me to touch her needy clit. I figured she wasn’t in the mood to be teased all night and placed my tongue on her slit, applying a small amount of pressure and gathering the smallest bead of her slick on my tongue, groaning at the taste, sliding my tongue higher and finding her hardened nub standing at attention and quivering once my tongue touches it.

I could feel the flutters of the effect my tongue was making on her through our bond, surprised at how deeply I could feel these things, unaware that they would feel as though I were doing them on myself. She gasps, letting out the softest moan and stopping herself, her ears flickering in embarrassment but it makes me smile. I gently pat the side of her thighs that meets her ass to tell her to keep it up, I didn’t need to embarrass her further by talking about it, she was a shy thing.

I look up past her mound and see her eyes staring back at mine, she had been biting her lip and her hands had been underneath her own thighs in an attempt to keep herself spread for me. I hadn’t realized my own slick had started pooling in my loin cloth to the point where it was dribbling down my thighs and I felt my hips have a mind of their own as they moved against the ground and the soft moss below me.

I smile up at her and dip my tongue back low to gather her slick and groan at the taste enveloping my tastebuds, placing my hands to gently push her thighs further apart, digging my face further in and trailing my tongue entirely against her slit and applying my slick covered tongue on her clit.

“Oh great mother,” She squeezes the words past her lips before it sticks between her teeth, her fangs poking out and her grip on her own thighs tightens, her nails digging into the beautiful dark blue skin I’d grown to love. I sit on my knees and catch her eyes staring into mine as I use my hand to unstick her lips from her teeth, leaning over to kiss her, keeping true to my word and not saying anything as I settled back down between her legs.

“Okay,” She nods in understanding, the same feeling coming through our bond, I take the one hand from her thigh and let her hand rest on my head and place my mouth back over her pussy, getting lost in the taste and enjoying myself more than I should, drawing small figure eights on her clit and hearing her moans as her nails dig into my scalp, my own moans of pleasure from the slight sting on my head coursing through me unexpectedly and feeling Neytiri buck her hips harshly against my tongue.

Her thighs were starting to close harshly around my head as she continues bucking her helps relentlessly against my mouth. I allowed her to squeeze my head with her strong, lean, beautiful thighs, hooking my hands around them and holding onto them for dear life. I apply suction on her sensitive bud and hear a mixture of Na’vi curses, thanking Eywa for different reasons, and threatening my life if I dared to stop at that moment. I look back up and see her eyes are closed tightly, feeling over joyed that I had managed to bring her to this point with my tongue alone.

My own hips had started grinding faster onto the ground beneath me as I picked up my pace with my tongue and pulling her hips closer to my face, willing her orgasm to crash over me. Her bucking hips had already made it hard to contain the slick that had spread over my face but I didn’t mind one bit. My name started falling off her lips like chants of prayer and it has replaced any other words she was able to form, her eyes squeezing shut as she focuses on her erratic hip movements against my face. My own pleasure sneaking up on me as I humped the ground pathetically.

The feeling of our orgasms taking over the bond and the blinding white light behind our eyelids overtaking every sensation we had. I continued giving harsh licks as she came down from her high, focusing more on her and her pleasure than the movement of my hips, as I too clamped around nothing. Making sure to give her softer licks as her orgasm started easing away and she came to her senses, her eyes fluttering open gingerly, blinking tiredly as she looks over to find my eyes.

“I would be a fool to not forgive you after that.”

[luniellar]

Breathe Me (Garrick Tavis X OC) - The Empyrean Series

When Xaden Riorson and Garrick Tavis arrive at Samara, they are forced to prove themselves all over again. When Xaden heads off to see Violet at Basgiath since their dragons are mated, Garrick finds himself alone in this unfamiliar area trying to get his name established navigating fights and ambushes. He owed his life to the man.

One particular night when Xaden leaves for Basgiath, Garrick finds himself with a new company. One who starts turning his world upside down and giving him something, that isn't just the Xaden and rebellion, to fight for.

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All rights to Rebecca Yarros for her original work and original characters. ______________________________________

Contains: Iron Flame Spoilers Warnings: Language

Chapters: 1 | 2

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Chapter 1: The Meeting

Garrick Tavis

I stretched out my body as I started heading up to the outpost. I didn’t mind taking on Xaden’s shifts when he had to go visit Violet. Hell, I always offered because it gave me something to do when Xaden wasn’t around. I looked up at the clear night sky scattered with millions of stars as I started up the stairs. With each step the sky felt closer as if I could reach out and feel the tiny stars in my hands. Not that I would want to do that either. I would probably crush them all instantly. I tend to do that with beautiful things. Xaden also loved reminding me that and I enjoyed reminding him the same message back.

When I got to the top of the stairs, my shift mate was already there. It looked as if she was cleaning up the mess the last shift left behind. I could hear her tiny, gentle voice as she skillfully navigated around the room mumbling to herself. 

“You would think that with all the filth around here, it was pigs who paired with dragons.”

I can feel Chradh, my brown scorpiontail who I’ve known for almost four years now, stirring in my mind. I’m insulted that she could think that dragons would even think about any other living creature being riders. We can barely stand humans. 

I smile, mentally rolling my eyes at Chradh. Still playing hard to get? You don’t mean that.

I do. Although, it is humorous that she is comparing humans to pigs. The state of your room definitely reflects that.  

The small figure turns from the desk towards the door where I’m standing and we lock eyes. Her brilliant blue eyes with gray flecks stare back at me and widen almost immediately as she drop the few pieces of trash on the floor.

“What the-” Her small, pale hands fly up clutching her chest as she staggers back. 

“Sorry, if I startled you. I’m your shift mate for today.” I say back calmly, trying to make sure she doesn’t have a heart attack. “I’m Garrick.” 

I don’t know what to do. I don’t know if I need to extend my hands to shake, but she definitely doesn’t look like the handshake type. Her long raven black hair is in a high ponytail and compliments her icy pale skin. It always made me wonder how some riders manage to stay light after hours flying near the sun.

Considering that we were both standing up, she only came up to my shoulders. She had a smaller frame than your average female rider, but through the rider leather anyone could see that she was built with lean muscle that only helped to accentuate her hourglass figure. 

“Gods, you scared me,” she started. Her soft voice gently filled up the small space we were in. “How does a guy like you manage to sneak around like that?”

“Is that a compliment?” I asked, taking a small step closer. I didn’t see her react or step back which gave me the assurance that she was just startled. I was always aware of my size and how people had to comment about it. This case was no exception. 

Her shoulders dropped as she let out a soft exhale. “I thought Riorson was on duty.”

I immediately noticed how she said Xaden’s name in a normal tone in that sentence. Here, everyone has a little disgust when they have to say his name. Or should I say spit out his name. Most try to avoid it all together and just ignore his existence. They will never understand what he means to us. 

“Sorry to disappoint. Riorson is on girlfriend duties. You’re stuck with me.” It only takes five big strides for me to go over to her and pick up the items from the floor. 

“No, you don’t have to-” She started to say as her small hand reached for my forearm. Looking down, I saw how small and soft her hands looked against the contrast of my dark, muscular forearms. The only regular female interactions I had was with Imogen and it’s been a month. We determined that a break would be best anyways since rider's life is short and all. “I’ll take this, Tavis.” 

Tavis? I didn’t remember giving her my last name.  

Her hands strategically moved around the few pieces of paper in my hands and took them into hers. She walked past me to reach the waste basket by the door, her warm scent of vanilla and clean laundry wafting up to my nose. Damn, she smelled amazing. 

Clean your room once a while and you could smell like that too, Big One. Chradh replied in my mind. 

“I’m Lei Aukai. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Straightening her posture, she meets my eyes and smiles gently. The wooden log outpost looks like it’s big enough to be her room, but here I look like a dragon in my bedroom. Linking her hands behind her, she walks up to me. “I’ve heard about the new Basgiath graduate transfers. Welcome. I joined Samara last year.” 

I nod. She definitely wasn’t the handshaking type, noted. “The pleasure is mine,” I replied. Her raven black hair tossed as she turned to the windows. My body straightened in response. That smell was intoxicating. I could smell her for hours… days even. 

“I wish I could tell you we could take turns sleeping or something, but Samara is the cruelest outpost. It looks like we will both have to be awake for this one.” She paused, still keeping her eyes on the mountains on the horizon. “You bonded with a brown scorpiontail, is that correct?” 

Chardh’s senses heightened and so did mine. She says she was hoping for Riorson, knows my last name, and Chradh’s traits. It was truly a shame she was so beautiful, but I knew I could have her on the floor and gasping for air instantly. “How do you know about Chradh?”

“Chradh.” My dragon’s name even sounded beautiful in her voice. That’s a compliment for you, Chradh. Chradh is not pleased. 

I slowly reached for my sword strapped to my back and she turned around to face me at the same time, raising her hands to show there was nothing in them. “I’m not your enemy, Tavis.” Her round eyes glistened in the dimly lit outpost, but I could still make out her small, but perfectly shaped button nose and full lips. “I promise.” 

I lowered my hand down and mentally noted the dagger strapped around my waist. I think my size alone would be able to crush her, but you know what they say. Never trust the quiet ones, or in this case small and quiet ones. 

“I want to help you and Riorson. I know it’s not easy to get around here. It’s hard on all the newcomers, but especially harder on…” she paused looking at my rebellion markings. “I can help you navigate Samara. I don’t like bullies.” Her brows furrowed like she was reminded of something unpleasant.

“We.. I can take care of bullies.” I flexed my muscles and tensed my jaw. “Why do you want to help us?” I scan her exposed fair skin for any rebellion relics and I find none. 

“Like I said, I don’t like bullies. A group of guys are planning to attack you tonight on your way back to your quarters. Let me walk with you.” 

I opened my mouth and nothing came out as my mind was trying to process what she was saying. What was this girl’s deal? She wants to escort me to my room? Has she seen me? “Wait, do you know what I look like?” I asked.

A smile appeared on her face. “Yes, Tavis. I’m staring at you right now.” 

“Then, how could you say-” Before I could finish my sentence, she quickly reached for her dagger strapped to her thighs in one graceful move. She dashed towards me, moving past my body to jab at the back of my knees with her heel and easily brought me to my knees. As my legs gave out, I managed to reach for my dagger, but when I looked up… her dagger met my line of sight and I was only able to get to her… knees. Fuck. Xaden would be disappointed. But, depending on the angle of entry I was sure that I could make sure she won’t be able to walk on two feet anymore. 

Lei looked down at me. “I see you Tavis and I just confirmed that I was faster.” 

She was fast. I haven’t seen anything this fast like this since I’ve seen Violet train with Xaden. I think Lei might be... faster.

“I would never want to go one on one with you on the mats, but this is not school. People will do anything to get what they want. Even if it means it’s a cheap fight like the group of 7 guys who plan on doing that tonight. If you had Riorson, sure it could be easy, but not on your own.” 

“Fine,” I agreed. “Now, I would like to keep my beautiful face, thank you.” Survival was most important for us. At Bagisth, Xaden and I were easily the best fighters, but that is definitely not the case here, considering it’s the worst outpost. I move my dagger first as a sign of trust and she does the same, taking a step back. 

“So Lei,” I started getting up from the floor. “How would this situation have gone if it was Riorson and not me?”

“Hm, I don’t know.” She shrugged her clear blue eyes meeting mine. “I always knew it was going to be you, Tavis.” 

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The shift went by fast as Lei and I chatted about Samara. She told me the kind of missions she went on and what I could expect being here. It was a good orientation. She also told me about her bonded dragon, Cosheirm. Cosheirm was also a brown dragon, but with a morningstartail. Morningstartails were highly sought out by other riders for having one of the deadliest weapons and I suspected maybe that’s why she didn’t like bullies? She wanted to know about Chradh and of course Chradh had an ego trip with that.

It was past midnight when Lei and I headed back for the barracks. Well, my barrack. I never had anyone walk me to my bedroom before so this was new. The night was quiet.

Lei’s scent was softer outside, more fresh and clean than the intoxicating vanilla. She walked beside me in silence, listening for any sounds. If I didn’t know what she told me earlier, I would have thought it was just another walk outside for her. Even though I met her today, she was so good at masking. Maybe it was related to her signet?

I straightened my posture when we got near the side clearing. If there was any attack, this field would be the best. It was secluded from the main building and under the moonlight, you got a direct view of your target.

“Wait, that’s not the Riorson boy,” a deep voice called out. 

Lei and I stopped in our tracks. She looked up at me and eyed the woods to our right where seven figures emerged. None of them were my height, but no one was my height. A guy about a head shorter than me walked up to us and I noticed that Lei already had her dagger out. She really was fast.

“Oh shit, isn't that little Lei?” He said, amused. 

I saw her stance change as she lowered her body a little like a predator before it jumped to kill the prey. “Move along, Pratt.” She spat out. Lei’s voice was blood-drippingly lethal. I didn’t even know she could sound like that. 

“Lei, you have no business being here. Come back over here and stand behind me so we can take care of this dumb giant beside you.” 

I laughed at the pitiful attempt at an insult. “The lady asked you to move along, in case you couldn’t hear it from down there.” I stepped ahead and Pratt’s groupie moved up as well. I quickly assessed the situation and saw a glint of a sword in their hands. The guys to the left of Pratt looked the most inexperienced, their stance still needed work. Unlike Lei who could easily wipe them out knowing how fast she moved. 

“Lei, we didn’t keep you alive just so you could die here. Come here.”

“Fuck off, Pratt.”

They clearly had some history I had no business in knowing, but I wanted to know. Were these the bullies she had to deal with? How many did she deal with? Did she do it alone?

“Alright, let’s get this over with.” I said stretching my arms and legs. “You want Riorson right? You can’t have him unless you can get through me first.” 

When her blue eyes met mine, I quickly signaled with my eyes to go for the guys to the left and she nodded in understanding. I pulled out only one sword. I only needed one from my back and charged ahead, slicing open one of their legs causing a guy to immediately fall to the floor. Two of them came at me next and I dodged their sword jabs and skillfully kicked one down with raw force while slashing through the side of the other. My job here was not to kill. It was better having them around for show so others knew exactly what it means to challenge Xaden and I. What it means to challenge me. 

I looked for Pratt and saw his body pinning down Lei’s, next to the injured bodies of the three guys I asked Lei to go for first. I mentally smiled at her holding her own. But, that fucker. He knew exactly that he couldn’t handle me so he went for Lei, go figure. I strided over and with my right hand peeled his body off of her and flung him to the side. 

A loud thud hit the floor with the sound of something breaking. I hope it was a leg or arm, but it sounded more like a rib or two. How disappointing. I reached out my hand and Lei quickly grabbed it as I pulled her up to her feet. My heart sank when I saw the cut across her cheekbone that fresh blood trickled down from. My gaze quickly scanned her over to look for any cuts, but didn’t see anything else. She was fierce. I liked fierce. 

“Are you okay, Tavis?” She asked, glancing down at the bodies groaning on the floor. 

“I’m fine, are you?” I pointed to the same area on my cheek where she was cut. 

“It’s nothing. Pratt wears a family ring. It was probably from that.” She ripped the edge of her sleeve and placed it on her cheek. She was resourceful. I liked resourceful.

I looked down at Pratt who was holding his stomach like air was knocked out of him. Well, air was knocked out of him. After hearing that his hand touched her face made me want to crush him under my feet. I was considering it when I heard Lei’s voice behind me.

“Come on, Tavis. Let’s go before someone notices.” 

I had some herbs and medicine for her cut so I insisted she walk the rest of the way to my room. Her clean vanilla scent filled my room as she sat on my chair and I brought over the medicine. Looking at the small mirror in the aid kit, she quickly fixed up her cut and thanked me. “I can get the herbs I used and bring it back to you,” she said, getting up and heading for the door.

I thought about telling her she could just take all of it back with her if she wanted since this was the first time I used it, but I wasn’t against the thought of her visiting again. “Sure.”

“Let me walk you back,” I started to say leaning on the door frame and she shook her head. “Come on, you’re hurt and it’s late.”

She looked around the hallway to see if anyone was around and leaned to me. Her scent filled my lungs and I found myself learning closer. I couldn’t read her face, but it looked like she was hesitating to tell me. Wondering if she could trust me.

“You can tell me,” I whispered. 

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. When she opened her eyes, it was like I was staring at a clear blue lake. It was breathtaking. 

“What if I told you I could get back to my room before you could finish blinking.” 

I tilted my head in confusion. “What do you-” Then the flashback of how fast she moved earlier back at the outpost. How, despite my hours of training with Xaden, one the most powerful fighters, I couldn't stop her. I could only reach her knees. “Teleportation,” I breathed. Her signet was teleportation.

“Yes,” she whispered back, smiling. “I can tell you more about it if you want to know.” 

“I do.” I replied.

“We will talk again, Tavis.” 

“Wait,” I quickly reached for her wrists, thinking that she was going to disappear. When her gaze dropped down to my hands, I let go just as fast. “Sorry, I didn’t know if you were going to disappear.” 

She smiled that gentle smile again, moving her hands to her sides. “It’s okay.”

“Call me Garrick. My friends call me Garrick, and thank you for tonight.” What else do people say after thank you? I couldn’t think straight through her scent, her smile. “I owe you one.”

“Friends…” her voice trailed off. “I’ll remember that, Garrick.” I didn't know my name could sound like that. Ever. 

And just like that after a blink, Lei was gone. Leaving me with nothing but her scent. 

I was wondering when you would start taking interest in other humans again. And your rebellion leader doesn’t count. Chradh noted.

I’m not interested. I reply back to Chradh. And shouldn’t you be sleeping, Chradh? 

You try sleeping through that loud thumping, Big One. 

✦ ✦ ✦

The morning came around and I found Xaden standing in his usual spot at the morning assembly. 

“You have something on your face,” Xaden said when I stood next to him. 

“What? Where?” I ran my hands over my face. I didn’t see anything when I came out of the shower 10 minutes ago. Also, my room may not be clean, but I washed myself often and very thoroughly. “I don’t think-”

Xaden turns to me and I swear I saw a smile flash across his face. “Since when did you roll up to morning assembly with a smile on your face?” 

From the corner of my eyes I saw her shiny raven ponytail. I must have been looking longer than I thought I had because her head turned and her clear blue eyes from the night that actually had some sage green in the sun were staring back at me. Lei gave a slight head nod greeting and a smile before turning back to the podium. 

“Good luck,” Xaden’s voice tugs me back to reality. “But, damn I sure hope I wasn’t as obvious as you.” He finished looking up at the podium as well.

I scoffed. “I thought about going easy on you today since I thought Violet would be giving you a hard time, but watch out on the sparring mat.” I paused, remembering how it was last year when he met Violet. “Oh trust me, you were worse.” 

“Looking at you, there is no way.” Xaden replied confidently. 

After a short pause, I cleared my throat and swallowed my pride. “By the way, can you send me all your outpost patrol duties?” 

Xaden laughed. 

“Fuck you, Xaden.” 

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Mericcup//Meet Ugly

my first submission for @allthingsmericcup 's Mericcup month<33(Pirate merida x mermaid hiccup)

---Merida Dunbroch was a famed pirate, know all to well for her sea skills and ability to sneak around anywhere. As the beloved pirate hoisted up the net she had cast into the water in hopes to catch fish, she struggled. The net moved around quickly and the weight was more than most fish combined. She looked up to see what she caught, hoping to not see any kind of shark that planned to tear apart her net and ship. However, she saw no shark, what she did see made her eyes widen. Inside the net, was brunet boy, who's legs had been replaced with a dark green tail. Merida's hands fumbled as she nearly dropped the rope in shock, quickly grabbing it again while the boy flailed around in attempts to escape the net. He glared at Merida and hissed, scooting as far from her as possible. "Let me go! I don't know what you want with me but no way am I letting some pirate be the reason I die!" He snapped, the red head just stepping closer to him. "What are you?" she mumbled, extending her own hand out to try and touch his hand. The mermaid quickly pulled his hand away from her, gaze softening slightly. "You- you really don't have know?" His head tilted slightly, revealing aquatic like ears instead of the normal kind along with scales that covered his shoulders lightly. Merida shook her head. "I- uh- no! no, not at all! I was just trying to fish, my intention wasn't to catch you-... whatever you are-. do you have a name? Calling you a 'thing' or 'creature' doesn't feel right-" The brown haired male was quiet for a second before speaking up, body less tense than before. "Hiccup, and you are?" Merida smile softly and tipped her hat playfully. "Merida, Merida Dunbroch, world famous pirate!" she gave a playful bow and listened to Hiccup laugh lightly. "Well, world famous pirate, Merida, is there any chance you could free the sea famous killer whale tamer?" Merida hummed as if thinking before cutting open the rope. "I think I can do that..,so long as he promises to come and visit me every now and then." Merida would be lying if she said that her heart didn't flutter a bit when she saw Hiccup perk up and nod. "He absolutely can" Hiccup leaned forward, closer to Merida as the pirate did the same, her heart racing in her chest. Well- before the mermaid pulled her hat over her eyes with a light hearted laugh as he fell back into the water. "See you later, Merida the pirate!" Merida quickly moved her hat and watched at Hiccup swam off, soft smile on her face and a light blush on her cheeks.

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i saw you were asking for hurt/comfort requests

Could you do a Sirius black x poc reader where they’re married and she finds out Bellatrix killed him and like Harry comforting her and her doing the same,maybe her even sharing story’s of their past.

thank you🫶🏾

Hi! So it's the way this isn't a one-shot once I started writing this lol. I'm warning you I'm a sucker for happy endings so this will kind of go off the rails a bit.

I'll Always Come Back

Summary: It doesn't matter what happens in life. Sirius always comes back.

Warnings for the Series: violence, character death

Pairing: sirius black x reader, sirius black x black!reader

Word Count: 3.8k

“Mrs. Black, we cann—”

“Like hell. I won’t allow my godson to be with them any longer!” you yelled at Fudge. “I agreed to not contact him until he was a wizard and the first thing I find out is he lives in an abusive household.”

“But Petunia is Lily’s family, the magic extends to her blood for Lily’s protection spell.” 

“No one has found Grimmauld in years. Moony and I have lived there with no problem.” 

Barty Crouch Sr. scoffed. “You still visit your husband.” 

“Because he’s innocent.” 

“Mrs. Bl—”

“He is. And if you want to argue with me, Mr. Crouch, you’ll use my proper title. The Black Household is still one of the most prestigious households to date.”

“Fine. Lady Black, You’ve been saying that for eleven years.” 

“We just need a case you can’t ignore. We’ll be ready for trial soon.”

“La—”

“Barty. You locked him up without a trial, I haven’t forgotten that. That’s enough to get him out of jail and get you fired. We want his name cleared too, that’s the only reason you still have a job. Don’t try me.” 

Barty turned and sat back down. The Ministry members looked at your custody papers and the clause where you agreed to give Harry to the Dursleys unless he turned out to be a wizard. They could only keep custody if you didn’t want him, they really wanted him, or you were in no position to take care of a child. 

Eleven years and you lived in the same house. Grimmauld never had an encounter with Death Eaters or Voldemort himself. You had all of Sirius’ money, not to mention your own job. A wizard bakery on a muggle street made a lot more money than people might think. Why wouldn’t it? After filling out an application, the Ministry approved of your business using magic in the presence of muggles. The Lady’s Bakery not only made the most delicious treats around but people felt literally sucked into books. Of course, muggles didn’t realize that they actually were. But every review that stated reading books just felt better in your bakery was an extra customer the next day.  

Plus you were in charge of managing Lily and James’ funds for Harry until he was of age. So you had the funds to take care of a child. You weren’t letting this go without a fight. The Ministry realized they weren’t going to win and reluctantly agreed to let you take Harry. You weren’t the problem. It was your connection to Sirius Black that was. You maintained your husband was innocent. That made them concerned about Harry being near you, Sirius might use your naivety to get to Harry and finish the job of killing the Potters. 

“Thank you,” you said with a sigh. “I won’t be informing the Dursleys, someone can do that on my behalf. I might hurt them if I see them. You said Harry was where again?”

~~

You coughed as you exited the fireplace. The Weasleys’ must use their fireplace quite a lot or you came before it had been cleaned for the week. Multiple redheads stared at you in surprise. The letter from Fudge came only moments after you in the form of a Howler.

Harry’s mouth slowly dropped open as the letter continued. You stood there awkwardly as Fudge tried to convince Harry to say no. He mentioned Sirius’ supposed crimes more than once. The boy thought. He remembered the photo album that Hagrid gave him towards the end of first year. There were lots of pictures of his parents. But, there were also pictures of the Potters’ friends. 

Harry already knew about Sirius when he asked Professor McGonagall if she had known all the people in one of the pictures. She told him rather reluctantly about Sirius and very enthusiastically about you. Sure, Harry didn’t understand how his godfather could be innocent— McGonagall’s story was good enough proof for him— but he didn’t think you were a bad person for thinking so. Wasn’t that what couples did anyway? See the best in each other until there’s absolute proof. 

He liked you. He liked hearing all the stories McGonagall had of you. You had taken care of Lily the entire time she was pregnant, after scolding James for not using protection. Honestly, everyone thought you and Sirius would be the accidental pregnancy of the group. James forgetting protection was expected. But Lily not remembering was an absolute shock. You took every opportunity up until her birth to make fun of her for it. Even after Harry was born, you were always around. You took your duties as godmother very seriously. 

You smiled when Harry agreed even after hearing Fudge’s letter. Mr. Weasley ushered you over to the table to have breakfast with the rest of them. While you enjoyed the food, you were all about business. Harry looked over the document folder you handed him. It held all the legal documents regarding your custody and what that entails. 

“Oh,” you said after taking another bite of bacon. “I have this for you.” 

“What is it?” Harry asked as he took the bundle of letters. 

“Lily got a little carried away with parenting books at the beginning. She made James write a bunch of letters with her throughout the pregnancy. Two letters for your birthday until you're an adult. She went with muggle age instead of wizard age so you’ll have eighteen sets of letters instead of seventeen.”

Harry stuttered through a thank you. His fingers ran over the ink on the envelope. The difference in his mom and dad’s handwriting was pretty obvious on the letters. He wasn’t ready to open them yet but he was just happy to have them. And now he had something to look forward to on his birthdays, more letters. 

“Have you bought your supplies yet?” 

“We were all going after breakfast,” Mrs. Weasley said. 

You nodded. “Perfect. Polaris is running the bakery for me all day so I can come with you… If that’s okay?” 

You weren’t sure what was pushy or not. Harry wanted to live with you but neither one of you really knew each other yet so you didn’t want to be overbearing. You went with everyone to the fireplace to head to Diagon Alley. Your mouth dropped open when it was Harry’s turn. Whatever he said, it definitely wasn’t Diagon Alley. A huff left your mouth when you finally found him being led out of Knockturn Alley by Hagrid. Your godson was going to be a handful. 

“Textbooks first,” Mrs. Weasley said. You agreed. 

Harry handed you the shopping list. You couldn’t help the eye roll when you saw who the books were by. Each one for Defense Against the Dark Arts was by Gilderoy Lockhart. You remembered him in school. You took a deep breath and braced yourself for entering the bookstore. Most of the women and some of the men were swooning over the blonde wizard in light blue robes.

The only people that weren’t entranced with him were the people not attracted to men and you. You shook your head as Harry’s friend, Hermione, was swooning with who you could only assume was another Hogwarts student. Oh, if only they knew the man. 

You watched Gilderoy smile at every single camera and talk about himself. The main photographer, who you could only assume was hired by Lockhart himself, kept shoving people out of the way. You looked down in annoyance when he pushed Ron into you. The children just wanted their textbooks. There was no need for him to be rude. 

“Out of the way. This is for the Daily Prophet!” 

Lockhart looked up from the book he was signing. A large smile broke out when his eyes locked on Harry. 

“Here we go,” you muttered under your breath. 

Gilderoy practically ran around the table to reach Harry. He shook your godson’s hand rather aggressively. He posed for pictures and reveled in the applause that got even louder in the bookstore. You watched with disinterest as he went on a speech about giving the textbooks to Harry for free and signed. You already knew that you would actually buy the books and give the free ones to the Weasleys. You didn’t know much about them but when you guys had gone to get Ginny’s wand, they had been concerned about the cost.  

“Enjoy those books, Potter. Have a gr— Y/N.” Lockhart dropped his hold on Harry’s hand. He slicked back his hair and got closer to you. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.” 

“Because you haven’t. Let’s go, Harry.” 

“Wait, wait.” Gilderoy grabbed your arm. “Let’s go on a date, this Saturday. I’ll le—”

“Gilderoy. I’m still married.” 

“Oh, please. You two didn’t even have a proper wedding and he’s a criminal.” 

You ripped your arm from his grasp. “Sirius is innocent. And may I remind you that you and I have been over for years. You broke up with me. Remember?” 

You guided Harry and the others out the store before Gilderoy could say another word. You were in such a rush that you didn’t even have a response to Lucius who sneered at you as you walked past. The rest of shopping went by smoothly. You stopped right in front of the Public Floo Network and turned to face your godson. 

“There’s only a few weeks of summer left. If you want to stay with your friends, you can,” You said, scratching the back of your head. 

“Can Ron and Hermione come over?” 

“Yeah, kid.” 

“Then I think I want to go with you.” 

“Okay. Let’s send your stuff home and then we can go.” 

Harry had no clue where he was going after you two left the Burrow. You could have taken the Floo right back to your house but you thought it was important for him to know how to get to it on the street. His mouth dropped open as the veiling charm disappeared and he saw a door appear between 11 and 13 Grimmauld. You couldn’t help but chuckle.

You remembered having that exact expression the very first time you showed up to Grimmauld. Both you and Harry held your ears as a portrait started screaming. You apologized while covering it back up. You had never figured out how to unstick Walburga’s painting from the foyer. All her moving sometimes opened the curtain that kept her covered up.  

“Moony!” You yelled into the house as you took off your shoes. “The kid’s here!” 

A lanky man that towered over literally everyone he met came downstairs. His slipper covered feet shuffled across the floor and met you just as you and Harry reached the living room. Cup of tea in one hand, he gave you a sideways hug before giving you a kiss on the cheek. Harry looked a bit confused while Remus just laughed. You and him were childhood friends. Cheek kisses meant absolutely nothing between the two of you. 

“Harry’s here?” a voice from upstairs called. 

Quick footsteps thudded down the stairs. Regulus was putting up his wet hair in a bun before giving you a hug. You and Regulus had grown to have a decent relationship. It took a while and a lot of yelling on Sirius’ end but the younger Black brother had changed into a good person. He even came over once a week to help clean the house, especially taking care of everything when it was a Moony Night.  

“Reg! When did you get here?” 

“Not too long ago. I’ve been clearing out my old room for Harry.” 

“Are you sta— Reg, is that cologne? Merlin, do you have a date?”

He rolled his eyes. “I figured it was time to try again. I got tired of being a pitiful divorcee.”  

Despite having his own flat, Regulus was over constantly. By that extension, Kreacher was over almost all the time. The little house elf appeared. Harry was very reluctant to take his hand, not enjoying house elves after his meeting with Dobby. Kreacher didn’t care and led him up to his new room. He had only been there for a few minutes but Harry already felt like Grimmauld was better than the Dursleys. He had his own room to start with… and it only had a lock on the inside. 

“Alright. Time to go.” 

Harry shoved his trunks into the fireplace and watched them disappear. While he was excited to go back to school, he was actually going to miss Grimmauld. The few weeks he had been there were amazing. You counted that he had all his trunks before continuing towards the platforms at King’s Cross Station. You, Remus, and Regulus gave Harry hugs before leaving him with the Weasleys so he could get on the train. 

The three of you went in your own directions. Regulus had his own job to get to. Beauxbatons was starting school on the same day that Hogwarts did so he could only spare so many minutes. He initially ran to France because he had to go into hiding after switching sides. Nowadays, he stayed because he liked it and had a nice job. 

Remus, stubborn as ever, refused to let you hire him and struggled to keep up various jobs. It was unfair. He was the most brilliant person you knew and being a werewolf never stopped him from working. While he was stubborn about jobs, at least he didn’t complain when you refused to let him live in a rundown house. Remus had saved enough money for a house a while ago but without Sirius around he decided to stay at Grimmauld for you. It felt wrong to leave you alone in the big house. 

You had to get in to open the bakery for the day. Your days were rather monotonous but you liked it. You would prep the bakery, then sit at the window counter and try to put together a waterproof case for Sirius, only getting up when you needed to serve customers. With a flick of your wand, the batters started stirring. You attached your buzzer— so you would know if a customer needed you— to your jeans and moved to sit at the counter.

It was a rather slow morning, only having a few customers come through. You set down the bacon and egg panini as well as a cup of Purple Lotus tea in front of the customer. He was the only one who hadn’t ordered to go, sitting down two seats away from you at the counter. He looked over when you sighed. 

“Tough morning?” 

“Sorry. I’m working on a case and it is seeming impossible.” 

The man sat up. “A case? Law?” 

“Yeah.” 

“I’m actually a lawyer.” 

You almost fell out of your chair. Not a single lawyer in the wizarding world had wanted to take Sirius’ case no matter how much money you offered them. You didn’t trust a Ministry assigned lawyer either. So you had gone back to school. No one in your grade got much of a higher education considering there was a war. But when you weren’t helping the Order, you did take culinary lessons because you always wanted to run a bakery. After your husband was arrested, you started studying law on your own. You had even gone to some classes for it but quickly left when none of them covered your situation. Sirius didn’t mind you studying when you came to visit him. As long as he could see someone, he didn’t care what they talked about. 

You raised an eyebrow. “I don’t suppose you know who Sirius Black is, do you?”

“Who?” 

The man had to be a muggle. You sighed. “Nevermind. I don’t think I could possibly explain it to you.” 

“Try me.” 

You looked around. This was breaking the Statue of Secrecy on so many levels. At the same time, if it could help Sirius then you would do it. You locked the door to the bakery and put up the closed sign before pulling out your wand. The lawyer— Ben— looked in awe as you pulled out your wand and performed magic. It didn’t take very long to convince him. You tucked your wand back into your sleeve. 

“I am going to have to obliviate you when this is all over.” 

Ben shrugged. “This is still the coolest thing ever.” 

“Okay. I mean I won’t if you don’t consent to that.” You moved over to sit closer to him. “This is Sirius… my husband.” 

Ben took in a breath. 

“I know. He’s, uh, he’s in jail for murder. But he’s innocent,” you added quickly. 

“How many counts?” 

“Thirteen.” 

“Are you sure he’s innocent because this is an uphill battle?” 

“He is. I know it.” 

“Okay. Let me see the trial papers. We’ll start from there.” 

“There are none.” 

Ben was appalled to hear about the lack of trial. He became more invested as you told him everything. You had just given Harry back to Lily so she and James could leave for the night. Ever since they went into hiding, they only came to your house. You had never been to their place. Not once. Sirius had been gone the entire day on Order missions. Remus was gone too because it was a Moony Night. You gave a final wave to your friends and your godson before closing the door to Grimmauld. 

It was early in the morning when there was lots of knocking on your door. You had been so confused when Dumbledore shoved Harry into your arms. Sleep-deprived and scared was how you found out your best friends had just died. You had no clue what Dumbledore meant when he asked you to notify him as soon as Sirius got home. You never got the chance to find out. Three days later, Aurors stormed your bakery and took your godson away from you. 

“What you need is something to prove innocence. Even the smallest piece of information would clear him with a case this extreme,” Ben said as he packed up to head over to his office. “I’ll be by whenever I’m free to help you until it’s solved.” 

“Thank you so much.”

“Not a problem. Solving a wizard case is the peak of my career, even if no one else knows about it.” 

The man left without another word. You packed up the case file and went back to work. The entire time you were thinking about how you could find evidence. Sirius had told you about that night more times than you could count. There was no evidence that wasn’t anecdotal. It was all that was on your mind, even as you closed up the shop. You blinked as a letter hit you in the face when you got home. 

“Leave my child alone, Severus!” You said as you marched into his office. 

“Mr. Potter isn’t your child.” 

“I’m his legal guardian and you’re testing my patience.” 

You and Severus were cut off by McGonagall coming in. You took Harry’s face in your hands, looking at him and Ron with so much concern in your eyes. 

“Are you two okay?” 

They nodded. 

“Good. What were you possibly thinking? Why didn’t you come home? Send a letter?” 

Harry scratched at his face. “I guess we panicked. I didn’t really think of that.” 

You sighed and turned him over to McGonagall. So Harry wasn’t just similar to James in looks but also dumbass personality. While you were mortified, Sirius was laughing when you told him the story. Every Sunday, you were at Azkaban. You frowned as you looked at your husband. 

“You’re even thinner than last month.” 

“Love, I promise I’m eating everything they give me.” 

“It’s not enough.” 

“Stop worrying about me. How are you?” 

“The same as ever. I’m a very routine person you know.” 

He chuckled and nodded. The year was pleasant for Sirius but not for you. He got life from hearing you read the letters that Harry sent to you. You just got more upset at not finding a single bit of evidence to support your husband. Sirius clapped as you stood up after you told him why you had to leave early. 

“Always knew teaching suited Moons.” 

“He’s worried out of his mind. Harry kept offering all summer to be a practice student but that just made him more nervous.” 

“Tell them I said hi.” 

“I will. I love you.” 

“Love you too.” 

It broke your heart when it was time to leave. You never told the others that Sirius thought of them. They still thought he was guilty. Or they were unsure of his innocence and didn’t want to set themselves up to be disappointed. So you said nothing when you made it to Platform 9 and ¾ and found Harry and Remus. You gave them both hugs. 

“Rem, I put the first supply in your trunk. I’ll send more before your nights each month.” 

“Thank you, Y/N.” 

“Harry, dear, try not to get in trouble this year.” 

“It always finds me.” 

“Harry.” 

“Alright, alright. I promise I’ll try, Mum.” 

You both paused. It was the first time he ever called you by anything and you certainly weren’t expecting him to say that. It had taken Harry all of four weeks to call Remus ‘Uncle’ when he first came to live with you. He still hadn’t called you anything. Harry had been trying to process it on his own. He wanted to know how he felt about you. Mum just felt right. He gave you one final hug before boarding the train. 

Harry’s promise of keeping out of trouble lasted all of three seconds. You didn’t understand how it was possible to get detention before the second month was even over. It was supposed to be a calm year. Harry was supposed to go to Hogsmeade with his friends, do homework, and have fun. 

Remus came back home late one night. He shook his head as he exited the fireplace, holding up a piece of folded up parchment. 

“You won’t believe what I just busted your son for having.” 

You set down your book. “Rem, aren’t you on chaperone duties? It’s midnight. Merlin, it’s midnight. Was he out of bed?” 

“Yep,” Remus said, popping the ‘p’. He placed the parchment in your hand. “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.” 

You scoffed as Remus left. James had hidden the map in a library book that was never checked out when you guys had graduated. There was no need for it since it only showed Hogwarts. How Harry managed to come across it was beyond you. For old times sake you laid out the entire map across the coffee table. You were shocked it still worked. You found Remus heading back to his room.

The map even had Harry’s name. So it did actually update itself. James and Sirius were brilliant at Charms but to create an enchantment like this was actually amazing. You started to fold the map back when a name caught your eye. You jumped off of the couch and pulled the map to your face. Peter Pettigrew’s name was staring right back at you.         

(part 2)

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