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SEHEBON ― KTH (M.)

synopsis. you find yourself on izo huen, home to the sehebon. luckily for you, you've arrived at an interesting time.

pairing. taehyung/reader genre. angst, fluff, smut au. alien!au wordcount. 16,580 contents. Huge Dick Tae, cocky!tae, soft!tae, protective!tae, lowkey possessive!tae, human!kink, slight harrassment, dom/sub themes, size kink, size difference, sensitivity kink?, orgasm kink?, cunt slapping, breath play, dry humping, cunnilingus, fingering, cumflation, belly bulging, lowkey consent kink, unrealistic sex but it’s aliens what do u expect, lots of mention of humanity note. tae just wants to learn human things ):

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It had been a little over a half a year since your move to the Vela System of the Fanet IV Galaxy courtesy of the Interplanetary Relations Commission had begun. You were still adjusting to your new environment, Izo Huen being a vastly different place compared to Earth in terms of culture and climate.

"So, to wrap up the events of this past week," you shifted in your chair, staring into the lens of the camera you used to send reports to your superiors, "I met with the head of the Embassy for a dinner in order to meet the head of Izo Huen's military. The only way I can describe the whole interaction is...tense. Warrior Sehebon are truly another level of terrifying. Horrible burns across their bodies correlate with the information we had about their rituals. They wear the burns with pride, however ― a mark of bravery I suppose. The middle of the week was rather uneventful," you shifted in your seat, leaning over just out of frame to take a sip of your water. You stared at the arched ceiling, thinking of anything that could come to mind of importance to note. Outside your window, you could see people walking through the streets, laughing and chatting with one another.

"Oh!" you sat up straight again, "The monthly market came back once again. This time it was mostly vendors from Liana. They had the most amazing fruits I'd ever seen ― nothing like Earths. They were delicious too, so sweet. I wish I could send some back for everyone to be able to taste. You know," your gaze shifted out your window again, to the people bustling about, "Things got really hectic here in Fia recently, I don't know what it is. They're hanging banners up and there seems to have been an extreme increase in population of the city. I'm not completely sure what's going on."

After ending your weekly log and sending it to your fellow researchers on Earth, you downed the rest of your water and groaned. Izo Huen was sweltering hot, the two suns that hung in the sky upping the temperature past comfortable.

You couldn't wait for night to come, the freezing cold giving you a wonderful excuse to cuddle under the wool blankets.You decided to take a bath to pass the time, as it would be night in just a few hours. Plus, you desperately wanted to wash the days grime off your body.

By the time you woke up the next day, you were acutely aware of how incredibly loud it was outside. Shouts and cheers emanated from just outside your window. So with sleep-filled eyes you hurriedly dressed yourself and rushed out to see what the fuss was all about.When you stepped out of the door, you were shocked by the incredible crowd of people filling the streets.

Banners and streamers, even balloons, decorated every inch that could be covered. The alphabet was one you hadn't yet learned to decipher so the meanings were completely lost on you.

"Excuse me?" you asked a nearby woman. She was much taller than you ― a key trait in both men and women of their race. She turned and looked down at you with surprise in her eyes, "What's going on?"

"It's the pre-celebration," she answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

She turned her back to you once again and quickly disappeared into the crowd and you sighed. Sehebon citizens were still getting used to their planet being visited by other races outside their own solar system ― they were the newest planet to be opened for visits by the Interplanetary Commission.

It unfortunately resulted in some of the citizens to hold ill feelings towards those entering their cities.

Sighing, you decided to follow the flow of the crowd to appease your own rabid curiosity. A lot of the cultural information on Sehebon had yet to be discovered or disclosed, as a race that held their own traditions close to their hearts.

You were surprised that the place everyone was flocking to was the massive Colosseum that was centered in the very middle of the city. Larger than any stadium found on Earth, you'd never had the opportunity to find out what it was for.

In your excitement to get through the crowd of large Sehebon, you stumbled over your own feet and hit the ground hard ― knocking the air out of you. The crowd didn't wait, stepping over you and for a second you were scared you would be literally crushed under a stampede.

However, strong hands grabbed your arms and lifted you up, grabbing your wrist and dragging you out of the crowd. You stumbled trying to catch up, with his large steps while trying not to end up slammed into unsuspecting people.

The person tugging you pulled you out of the crowd and rounding the stone walls until you realized the amount of people had dissipated. You had the opportunity to look at the person who had helped you ― a male Sehebon finding a safe spot for you and finally slowing down.

"I...thank you," you muttered when he didn't say anything, his back still facing you.

"You're a human right?" he asked, finally turning to you. You choked on your own spit at the sight of him ― black hair hanging over two pretty dark eyes. He was tall, probably a little above average for his race and he was absolutely gorgeous, "I heard there was one staying in Fia but...damn."

"Uh...I'm an advocate for the Interplanetary Commission," you sputtered out, unable to break your gaze away from his face. He had tanned skin, smooth as could be with a jaw so sharp it could cut glass, "I'm from Earth, yes. My name is _____."

"Incredible," he moved closer, having to lean down to look at you how he wanted. You could feel his breath on your face and you could see the way he had one mono-lid and one double ― which was absolutely adorable, "My name is Taehyung...you know, you're so...small."

"I-I'm actually quite average," you refuted, glancing away under the power of his gaze.

"Maybe by human standards but..." he straightened up, looking around, "You should be careful. You can get hurt easily, you're lucky I saw you fall and bothered to help you."

"Bothered..." you whispered with a soft scoff. You could still feel his eyes on you, burning into you as if he was analyzing every inch of you, "Hey, so what's going on anyway?"

"You don't know?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow when you shook your head.

"I asked someone and she just said it was a pre-celebration," you shrugged.

"Yeah sort of," Taehyung gnawed at the inside of his cheek, jaw cocking to one side at the action, "It's gonna be our lottery in a few days so we come to the stadium to get our tickets."

"Wait...lottery? Like a money thing?" you asked, "You guys have that?"

"What?" Taehyung shook his head, staring at you like you were stupid and you suddenly felt embarrassed.

"O-On Earth we have this thing called a lottery and...you scratch these little papers and you can win money," you explained, hoping to help him make sense of you assumption.

"Huh, that's interesting," he actually did seem interested and maybe a little impressed, making you feel weirdly proud, "But no, that's not what we have. Once a year the government holds a lottery here in Fia, in the stadium. You draw and if your number is picked you gotta fight."

His words made you blank out.

Fight?

They had to fight?

"What the hell?" you sputtered before you could stop yourself and Taehyung cocked his head to the side.

"Have you not read any of the banners and information sheets floating around?" he asked, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets, "They put them up to inform new visitors of what's going on, you know."

"I..." you cleared your throat, suddenly feeling embarrassed again, "Can't read the alphabet."

Taehyung went quiet for a minute before he snorted, beginning to laugh way too much for the simple problem you had. Your cheeks burned as he held his stomach, no doubt aching from how hard he was laughing.

"Oh my gosh!" he choked, wiping under his eyes, "Y-You're illiterate!"

"I am not illiterate!" you gasped, ears beginning to burn now at his accusation, "I-I just haven't had a need to read the alphabet! Since we speak the same language, you know?!"

"Okay, okay," he sniffled, finally calming down from his outburst. He looked down at you and cooed, placing his hand on your head, "Aw, don't-don't pout, I'm sorry. You're so cute!"

"St-Stop making fun of me!" you whined, petulantly stomping your foot which just made him coo more at you, calling you cute.

"I'm not making fun of you!" he argued, standing at his full height again, making you look up, "Isn't it only natural that I find the small little human girl cute? You're so...small."

"So you keep saying," you mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest, "Are you going to go into the stadium?"

"Yeah, probably a little while later," he shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets, "It'll calm down soon enough and it'll be less hectic. You're welcome to wait with me, if you'd like."

"I might as well," you sighed, leaning back so you rested your shoulder against the wall, "I'll probably literally be killed if I try to go in there at this point."

"Probably," he agreed, looking away from you when you squinted up to glare at him, "Say..." He looked back at you, head cocked to the side curiously, "Is it true Earth has a lot of oceans? And only one Sun?"

"Eh? Yeah, that's right," you nodded, making him hum, "You've never been to Earth?"

"Nah, can't afford to make that trip," he sighed, sliding down the side of the wall to sit on the ground, "I read about it when the news that we'd be open for visits from them, though. Here sit," he tugged your hand until you were finally sitting beside him.

"About this...fight," his head lulled to the side as he gazed at your through his lashes, "What...why do you guys do it? How's it work?"

"Well," he rested his hands on his bent knees, head resting against the wall behind him again, "You know majority of our planet is uninhabitable right?"

"Yeah, dominated by deadly deserts that will kill even Sehebon," you replied mechanically, having studied their landscape immensely on your voyage from Earth.

"Then you also know there's only a few, select places suitable for us to live," you nodded and he continued, "We have three cities on Izu Huen, Fia our capitol, Veles, and Holis. That isn't a lot of room for an entire planet to live, right? We have to stay within the habitable zone and fit every person on the planet in the cities. Excluding those that have the means to move to Vimoldara, that is. That's a lot of people, isn't it?"

"Wait," you sat up straighter, jaw dropping open, "You mean, it's a form of population control?"

"That and," his gaze turned much darker, sending a chill up your spine, "It's a chance for us to show each other how strong we are. That we're the best and we deserve to live, we offer more. Those who lose are killed and only the winner can stand."

"That's..." you cleared your throat uncomfortably, "That's scary."

"Not for us," Taehyung shrugged, casting a sideways glance your way, "It's a celebration. We're all excited and ready to do it. We get to make our families and ancestors proud as we fight."

You hummed, still weary of the lottery but kept the rest of your opinions to yourself. You and Taehyung dissolved into talking about things he was curious about on Earth, deciding it would be worth it to travel there simply after hearing what a cheeseburger was.

The suns began to set when Taehyung stood, helping you to your feet.

"We should be able to get in easily now," you followed him to the large entrance that you'd been unable to see past when you had first approached.

With the smaller influx of people, you could see fully inside the stadium. There were banners and decorations strewn about everywhere, a wash of white, red and black colors seeming to be the theme. In the very center of the stadium was a booth with a man standing inside, handing things out to the people in line.

"I hope he doesn't think I'm here to pick a lottery," you mumbled to yourself as you stood in line with Taehyung. He was still holding onto your hand as you waited, large fingers wrapping completely around your wrist, making the size difference more apparent.

He really was right when he said you were small. But his hand was so warm and comforting against your skin that it made you feel...cute.

"Nah, they won't assume a foreigner is here to participate," he said, not breaking his gaze from the booth.

By the time you reached the booth, the suns were down to just peeking over the horizon and the moon was, instead, shining large in the sky. The temperature was dropping and you couldn't help but move closer to Taehyung for warmth. You weren’t dressed to be out at night, you’d only anticipated spending the daytime hours out.

"Thank you," he said, tucking a slip of paper into his pocket after folding it up. The man behind the booth nodded, waving the next person forwards.

He began to walk when he paused, looking down at you with wide eyes. You scrambled to detach yourself from his side, not realizing just how close you were to him. However, you were quickly brought back when he pulled you flush against him again with a small smile.

"You humans are so fragile," he breathed, beginning walk, keeping you tucked into his side. Your face was burning with embarrassment but you also felt a strange sense of pride flowing through you at the prospect of such a good looking man treating you like he was.

"I-It just gets really cold here, you know?" you mumbled, trying to defend yourself albeit weakly.

His chest vibrated with his laughter, tightening his hold around your shoulders, "I guess if you're not used to it. You live around here?"

"Uh yeah," you pointed in the general direction of where you were staying, "I live down this road a ways."

"Alright, I'll walk you there," he offered, though he left no option to refuse.

You both fell silent as you walked, every once in a while another person would pass and stare at the two of you. Their eyes followed you even as you passed, turning back to stare at you and you began to feel strange about it.

"Why is everyone looking at us like that?" you asked suddenly, making him look down. The moonlight cast a soft glow on his face causing the shadow of his lashes to dust his cheeks.

"Probably because you're a human and you're with me," he answered as if it was the most normal thing in the world, "It's not exactly common for Sehebon and foreigners to be together yet."

You swallowed thickly, cheeks burning for the thousandth time that day it seemed.

It wasn't long before you reached the stoop of your house and you dislodged yourself from Taehyung, wrapping your arms around yourself to keep in the warmth you now missed.

"Um thanks for walking me home," you said, shrugging your shoulders self-consciously as his eyes scanned over your body.

"It was my pleasure," he leaned closer to you, "Hey, why don't you come to the celebration in a couple days, hm?"

"You mean the fighting?" you asked, feeling uneasy at the invitation. He nodded eagerly, eyes bright in excitement, "Taehyung, I do understand it's an important practice for you...it's your culture. But humans and Earth...it's punishable to kill someone. It's against the law. We find the concept of death scary...you know?"

His head cocked to the side, brows furrowed and the excitement in his eyes gone, "You're scared to die? And you don't like to see others die?"

"Exactly, it's...it's a very negative thing for humans," you attempted to explain while trying not to upset him.

"You know being invited to a fight is a very special thing," he muttered with a frown, leaning close to you so his nose was touching yours. Your eyes grew wide at the fire burning in his eyes and you swallowed nervously, "It's very offensive to reject an invitation to a fight. I want to show you how good I am, how well I can fight. I want you to be proud of me. Impressed by me."

Your mouth grew dry at his words and the way he uttered them, deep voice dark and no hint of the gentleness he had spoken with before. You attempted to move back but found your back pressed against the door. He loomed over you, leaning on his forearms above your head ― caging you in. Strangely, the only thing you could think of was how good he smelled; like the fruits you'd eaten a couple days ago.

"I-I'm sorry, Taehyung," you whispered, licking your lips in an effort to rid yourself of your nerves, "I just...Y-You don't need to kill someone t-to impress me, you know?"

"Then how can I?" he squinted, "I find you fascinating. A cute little human girl, smart and charming. I want to...what is it you humans call it...court you?"

You wanted to smile at the sound of the outdated term he used. But it was stopped by his confession, of what he thought of you.

"W-Well...you're trying to court a human girl..." you spoke slowly, meeting his eyes in faux confidence even though your heart was beating a mile a minute, "Why don't you try...a human method?"

"A human method," he gnawed on the inside of his cheek ― apparently a habit he had while thinking, "What are human methods?"

"Well um..." you noticed that with his body covering yours like it was, you weren't affected by the cold and that your trembles were no doubt excitement, "Like...dates. Do you guys have dates?"

"Usually an invitation to fight for someone to see is sufficient enough to begin a relationship," he explained, making you sigh. He frowned at the sound and leaned closer to you to meet your gaze, "Tell me what to do and I'll do it."

"F-For humans usually a man will ask a woman on a date," you explained simply, "Like...you would ask to take me to see a movie or take me to dinner."

"A dinner," he repeated, seeming to mull it over for a moment before nodding. The dark look was gone and he smiled the cutest boxy smile you'd ever seen in your life, "Then I'd like to take you to dinner, _____."

"I'd like that, Taehyung," you smiled, feeling your cheeks burn under his soft gaze.

"After my fight, to celebrate my win I'll take you."

"Alright, Taehyung, I look forward to it," after what seemed like an eternity, his eyes flickering from your lips to your eyes, he finally stood up straight. The cold immediately began to sink into your bones and he stepped back off your stoop.

"See you soon, cutie," he waved, twiddling his fingers before spinning on his heel and walking in the direction you both had just came from.

You opened your front door, slipping inside and relaxing once the warmth hit you. Leaning back against the door, you pressed your hand to your chest and sighed.

"Not how I expected my day to turn out," you mumbled, taking a seat at your chair in front of the camera, turning it on so the red light blinked indicating recording, "I know it hasn't been a week yet but I've found something interesting. I met a man named Taehyung and he told that they're about to begin a planet-wide lottery. Everyone draws a number and they're picked to fight. It's a...form of population control and some kind of cultural flex on each other to show who is the toughest and bravest. The fights are set to take place in a few days and I was invited but...I had to decline. The prospect of watching it was just too much for me to consider so I apologize for that."

You went quiet for a second, deciding to leave out the fact that the invitation was an attempt to ask you out. You greeted the people who would be watched goodbye and shut off the camera, turning to your computer monitor and hurriedly sending the video before shutting everything down.

The city was quiet for the next few days, everyone packed into the stadium. You would frequently hear the thunderous roar of the crowd but ultimately did your best to block out the prospect of the death no doubt going on.

You laid on your bed, reading a book you'd read several times already but lacked the means to acquire a new one. You wouldn't be able to read the books in an alphabet you couldn't read. Though you could take the time to learn but, you were in no mood to study.

As expected, you found yourself thinking of Taehyung. He was charming, no doubt, and you were surprised by how much you ultimately enjoyed his company. It was quick that he decided he wanted to date you, by human standards anyway, but Sehebon were very fast-moving people as more than half their race were warriors who could be killed in the blink of an eye. No doubt a cause for Taehyung's rush to be with you.

You couldn't deny the complete attraction you had for him; he was incredibly good looking and had the cutest smile. His voice was hypnotic, smooth as whiskey and as deep as the ocean. Dating someone of a completely different species wasn't the strangest thing by far ― plenty of humans had counterparts from different races. Dating a Sehebon, on the other hand, was different since the brand new introduction of their race to humans.

There was no fear that Taehyung would bring you any harm or have ill intentions, there was just a lot of confusion about him. You didn't exactly know much about who he was as a person rather than his race.

The date would no doubt clear things up and open doors for you.

Remembering the fact you would be going on a date with him set butterflies off in your tummy and you bit your lip to hold back the gleeful grin that threatened to spread across your face.

It was a full week before the streets became the same again. The population of Fia went back to normal as visitors from other cities left and went back home. The banners were taken down from around your street and before long everything seemed to have returned to the way it was.

Unfortunately, you were running out of food so you needed to go food shopping. As the suns were beginning to set, with the temperature steadily dropping, is when you decided to go shopping.

You slid a sweater on to keep you warm before stepping out the door. It was still a little warm but you knew you'd be grateful for your choice later.

In the past, you'd made the mistake of forgoing something warm and had to quite literally run home before you froze to death.

You carried a bag, an effect from when you lived on Earth and refused to use plastic bags in fear they'd end up in the oceans. When you first presented the bag at the local grocers, the cashier had looked at you like you were stupid ― making you feel just a tad self-conscious.

Fortunately, they'd now grown used to your practice and barely batted an eye in response when you brought.

The shop wasn't busy during that time of day and you were thankful to be able to navigate the aisles without having to avoid the giant Sehebon people that easily blocked your shelf access. You packed your bag with things you were vaguely familiar with. There was a lot of food you didn't dare try ― you couldn't read what it said or it was just gross looking.

Unfortunately, however, the shelves were so damn tall that you sometimes had to scale them to actually reach the things you needed. Standing on your tippy-toes using one of the shelves to grab a simple box of noodles ― something you were very pleased to find on Izo Huen.

You chose a lot of fruits and vegetables ― trusting them more than their alien-meats. You were basically the alien version of a vegetarian at that point.

When you stepped outside, you were immediately grateful of the sweater you wore. The cold still seemed to seep in a bit but it was tolerable despite the light shivers that took you. Carrying your bag, you hummed a tune to yourself as you navigated the darkening streets. The lamps were lit to illuminate your way but there were no other people in sight, making you feel calm.

"Hey, you a human?" scratch that, there were people.

You paused, looking into an alleyway separating two residential streets. A small group of young men were smoking cigarettes. Part of you wondered if they were cigarettes or some Izo Huen-version.

"Yes I'm a human," you replied, pulling your bag off your shoulder to hold it in front of you.

"You want a hit?" one of them asked you, offering you what he was smoking off of.

"N-No thank you," you backed away slightly to get away from the smoke emanating off the burning end, "I really should be getting home...I have things to put away."

You turned to walk away but a hand aggressively gripped your arm to stop you, startling a gasp out of you.

"Hey, that hurts," you mumbled, attempting to tug your arm free but he tugged you closer to him, "Let go!"

Before he had the chance to speak, a hand was violently wrapped around his throat and slammed him back. He pulled you with him slightly, knocking you to the ground as the man was pinned to the wall. Looking up, you could see Taehyung leaning close to him ― whispering something that had the man's eyes widening.

"Do you understand?" Taehyung growled, loud enough for you to hear. The man nodded so hard you were sure he was going to give himself a headache. Taehyung held him still for several more seconds, looking over him to make sure he was telling the truth.

When the man was dropped, he took off down the alleyway with his friends following, none of them daring to look back.

"Are you alright?" he asked, crouching down to where you were sitting on the ground. He cupped your cheek ever so softly, thumb grazing beneath your eye, "I didn't mean for you to get knocked down."

"It's alright," you muttered, using his shoulders to pull yourself back to your feet. He remained crouched for a moment, just gazing up at you silently, "W-What is it?"

"You should be more careful, _____," he said, picking up the bag of groceries you had dropped, tucking some of the things that had been knocked out back in where they belonged, "Didn't I tell you that you could get hurt?"

"W-Well yes but that was different― "

"It wasn't," he snapped, moving close to you once again. Fingers hooked beneath your chin to make you look at him, "Don't you understand how much people want you? How they look at you when you walk around?"

"N-No..." you blinked as you tried to recall any staring while you were on your own.

"Everyone finds you alluring here, _____," Taehyung's voice dropped and he stepped even closer so your foreheads were just barely touching, "The cute little human girl. And I'd be very disappointed if I had to kill someone for hurting you."

You were speechless, lost staring in the fiery blaze within his eyes. He held your gaze for several seconds before stepping back and smiling.

"I'll walk you home, I was on my way to see you anyway," you sputtered in shock as he tugged your hand in the direction of your home ― his rapid change of demeanor no doubt going to give you whiplash.

Your feet pounded the pavement as you struggled to keep up with his large strides. You were running out of breath and stamina, though he appeared unaffected.

"T-Tae...can you s-slow down?" he halted in his tracks so suddenly that you fully ran into his back.

"What did you call me?" he looked over his shoulder, staring sharply down at you.

"I-I..." you pulled yourself away from his back and stuttered, "I called you Tae. I'm sorry i-it just slipped out...h-humans like to make n-nicknames, you know?"

He was quiet for a second before he turned around completely, cocking his head to the side.

"Say it again," he commanded.

"Uh...T-Tae?" the name sounded more awkward than it had before coming out of your mouth.

"Hmm," he made a noise akin to a moan, rolling his head back in response before looking down and smirking, "I like that. You're the only one allowed to call me that, yeah?"

"A-Alright," your heart was racing from the way he had reacted to the nickname but you didn't get to dwell on it long before he was tugging you along once again.

You stood on your stoop again, looking at Taehyung, a small smile on his lips as he watched you. He held your bag of groceries out for you and you had to hold back a gasp when your hand brushed his.

"Shit, your hands are freezing!" he gasped, taking one of your hands in his and bringing them closer to him.

"U-Uh yeah it's...pretty cold," your words came out a whisper, reveling in how warm his hands were against yours.

"Poor thing," your eyes widened as he pulled your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against your fingers.

"T-Tae," the nickname had his eyes flicking up and he hummed, pressing another kiss against them.

"Did you like that?" he dropped your hand from his lips but continued to hold it, smiling at you, "I read in a book about common human practices for courting and it said a kiss to the hand will make her heart flutter. Did it work?"

"I..." you swallowed thickly, nodding your head ever so slightly, "I-It was nice, Tae..."

The two of you fell quiet, his hand enveloping yours and his soft gaze fixated on you. Your groceries hung in his free hand and he slowly reached out to hand them to you once again. Once the bag was in your hands, he released your hand from his hold and shoved his own into his pockets. He stepped backwards off the stoop but continued to stare at you, bottom lip tucked in his mouth.

Your eyes danced over his body ― never really looking him over that much besides his face. He had a black button-up tucked into tight fitting jeans and boots that made him even taller than he already was. It surprised you how thick his thighs were but how small his waist was ― it's like he was sculpted by actual gods.

"Well," he smirked, no doubt having caught you staring, "See you around, cutie."

"Hey, Tae wait!" you called before you could stop yourself.

He halted immediately, turning to look at you once again, "You alright?"

"I just..." he jogged back to the stoop, stepping up and moving close to yours.

He cupped your chin between his fingers and made you look up at him.

"You can tell me, sweetheart," his brows were drawn together in concern.

The pet name causing a shiver to go down your spine, "What is it?"

"C-Can...Would you...like to stay for a while?" your cheeks were on fire and you couldn't meet his gaze after whispering the words.

Taehyung's eyes softened and his lips quirked up, running his thumb over your lips for a split second ― so light you almost missed it. He stood up straighter, removing his fingers from your face. You found yourself missing the touch and your heart was pounding at the possible rejection you could face.

"Were you nervous to ask me that, baby?" your core lit on fire at the new pet name and you held in a whimper, "I'd love to stay with you."

"O-Okay..." you reached behind you, turning the knob and pushing the door open.

Warmth hit you from the inside and you scurried out of Taehyung's view as fast as you could to the kitchen. You could hear him walking, the sound of his boots on the floor seeming deafening in the silence of the house. Leaning against the counter, you took a few deep breaths to steady yourself.

You began putting your groceries away in their designated places, noticing that Taehyung's footsteps had gone silent.

"This place given to you by your job?" he asked suddenly, making you jump.

"Um...yeah," you cleared your throat, "It's nothing special but it's cozy."

"It's nice," he muttered before falling silent.

You placed the box of noodles in your cabinet, steeling yourself before moving to the living room. Your brain nearly short-circuited at the sight before you.

Taehyung sat on your couch, legs spread wide and arms stretched out on the back of the couch. His head was tilted back, exposing beautiful expanse of throat. The way he sat was so confident and commanding that you had to clench your thighs together to control yourself.

"Um...are you okay?" you whispered, stepping forward as he lifted his head to look at you.

"I'm perfect," he responded, scooting to the side to allow you to sit beside him, "I think I've figured out a place to take you on our date."

"Oh?" you'd nearly forgotten about the date, "So you're ready to take me?"

"I'm thinking tomorrow, if that's okay," he looked down at you and you smiled.

"I'd love that," your gaze fell to your thighs, noticing the size difference between his and yours ― reminding you of how large he was.

Flicking your eyes up, you were frozen by the sharpness in his own as he stared at you. As you kept his gaze, you felt one of his hands find its way to your thigh and you bit your lip to keep from outright whimpering at the feeling.

"You're so soft," he muttered, shifting to turn more towards you, "And absolutely breathtaking..."

His lips drew closer to yours, his hair brushing your nose as he dipped down. When he pressed them completely, his hand tightened around your thigh. You whimpered, seeming to set Taehyung off as he cupped the back of your head with his free hand ― deepening the kiss.

Your hands clutched at the front of his shirt, losing yourself in the feeling of his lips and hands on you. The hand on your thigh traveled up, grazing your hip, drifting up your stomach and over your breasts before wrapping around your throat. You gasped at the feeling, lips parting from Taehyung's just slightly before you surged back forward to reconnect them.

He groaned against your lips, giving your neck the lightest squeeze before he released you and reached lower to cup your breast through your sweater. You arched your back into the muffled touch but he didn't linger for long because his hand was diving between your legs.

Your jeans impeded you from feeling his touch properly and you whimpered, grinding your hips forward in hopes to remedy the problem. You reached down, holding his hand against your core as you whimpered into his lips.

"Do you want me to touch you, pretty baby?" he asked, kiss parting until your lips just barely brushed his.

"P-Please Tae," you whimpered, feeling your eyes sting with tears of desperation ― having never wanted to be touched so badly in your life.

Taehyung didn't reconnect the kiss, instead he tilted your head back to press his lips to your neck. His long fingers unbuttoned your jeans and hurriedly tugged them off your hips until you finally reached down to pull them off completely, tossing them away.

The way you cried out when his hand cupped you again, this time through your panties, was nothing less than lewd. He tugged your thighs open further, one of them resting across his own, leaving you completely open to his fingers.

"Sound so pretty," he mumbled, teeth grazing your neck where he continued to mouth at you.

You wrapped one hand around his wrist, dragging his fingers up ever so slightly until you were able to push them past the band of your panties. He immediately took over, fingers diving between your folds to find just how wet you were for him. He groaned, pulling away from your neck to meet your gaze, his lips open just slightly as he brushed against your clit. Your hips twitched and you found yourself clinging to his arm as you whined.

"So sensitive, little one," he whispered, wrapping his free hand around your thigh to pull you even closer to him until you were completely in his lap with your back tucked to his chest.

"Tae..." you whispered, eyes fluttering closed when he began to press kisses to your shoulder ― the sweater not allowing you to feel it properly but enjoying it nonetheless.

"Yeah baby?" he cooed, resting his chin on your shoulder to watch his hand move beneath the fabric of your panties.

"C-Can..." you trailed off, feeling your cheeks burn and he tsked.

"Tell me what you want and I'll do it, baby," he assured, fingers now running across your folds without dipping between ― teasing you.

"Can you...take them off?" you asked, turning your head slightly to meet his gaze.

"If that's what you want," he pulled his hand out of your panties and you whimpered at the loss, making him chuckle, "So needy, huh?"

His thumbs hooked into the band and he pushed them down your thighs. You pulled your legs up to help him take them off ― tossing them off somewhere else to join your jeans. He gripped your knees, roughly tugging them open until your cunt was completely exposed to him ― glistening in the dim light and flushed swollen with your arousal.

"Fuck, babygirl..." he breathed, reaching down to run his fingertips through your parted folds, "Such a pretty little pussy, hm?"

Deep in your mind, you wondered where he learned such delicious dirty talk from ― seeing as he didn't even know the proper word for courting. The thought was completely wiped from your mind, however, when he used two fingers to spread your folds open. Your hole clenched around nothing and Taehyung let out a choked groan.

"St-Stop staring!" you whined, snapping your thighs closed around his hand.

Taehyung growled, wrapping his hand around your throat again and pulling the back of your head against his chest. You whimpered, eyes flicking up to briefly catch his glare. His jaw was set, glaring down at you with a gaze that made you feel incredible small.

"Spread your fucking legs," he ordered, tone making your eyes flutter slightly. When you hesitated to do as he said, he leaned closer until his mouth brushed your ear, "I said...spread your legs."

You whimpered, bottom lip trembling as you pouted, slowly opening your legs back up. Too slow for his liking, he jerked one open and pinned the other down until you were just as exposed as before. His hand cupped your entire core, middle finger sliding between the folds.

"That's more like it," he sighed, finally releasing your neck, "You better act right, baby, or else I'll have to punish you."

His words made you tremble, thighs twitching ever so slightly. He raised a brow at your reaction, an almost detached look coming across his face.

"Would you like that? To be punished?" when you only whimpered, he smirked, "I see...how would you like it, hm? To be choked until your lungs burn for air? Or maybe if I spanked your little cunt?"

"Tae..." you felt your hole clench, sending a gush of arousal to meet his fingers.

"Oh?" he chuckled, making you cheeks burn, "You'd like to be slapped, huh?"

Before you could even think up a reply from your foggy brain, a sharp pain right against your clit had you crying out. Your eyes found his face but he was watching as he smacked your cunt again. His fingers ran over your folds to soothe the sting and he laughed.

"Interesting..." he hummed, middle finger circling around your clit. Your eyes fluttered and your hips arched into the touch more.

His index and ring fingers spread your folds, his middle finger swirling over the hardened bud until you were moaning. He pulled the hood back, exposing it even more to his sensitive touches. Your eyes rolled back in your head and you choked out his name.

"Does that feel good?" he asked, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, "Does it feel nice to have your little clit touched?"

"Y-Yes!" you squeaked, reaching down to take hold of his wrist. Your body was practically vibrating as you trembled beneath the almost too much stimulation. Suddenly, his touch was gone and you were left still trembling with the remnants of his fingers lingering.

"It's alright," he cooed, wrapping one of his arms around you to hold you tighter against him, "I've got you, little one."

"Please, Tae," you begged, burying your face into his arm, thighs trembling still spread.

"What is it?" he asked, voice soft as silk.

"Your...Your fingers," you canted your hips up ever so slightly and he hummed.

"Want my fingers inside?" he asked, although he already knew before you nodded.

He hummed, two fingers finding your spasming entrance, coating them in your juices. You held your breath as he finally sunk them inside you, stretching you deliciously even though you were plenty wet enough. His fingers were big, filling you up nice and deep. Gasping against Taehyung's arm, you mindlessly ground your hips up as he slowly pulled them out. You didn't get to mourn their loss for long because he was quickly pushing them back in ― slick sounds accompanying the movement.

"You're so fucking tight," he muttered, "So small...Shit, how long has it been since you've been fucked, pretty girl?"

"Ah-Never..." you gasped, hand circling around his wrist as you squirmed.

His fingers paused, halfway inside and you whined, "You've never been with somebody?"

"N-No, Tae," you whined, using your hand on his wrist to push his fingers back inside, "J-Just you...only you!"

He cursed under his breath, wrapping his arm tighter around you before he began to finger fuck you wholeheartedly. The sounds pouring from your lips only spurred him on, your cunt tight like a vice around just two of his fingers.

"This little cunt won't ever be able to take my cock, sweetheart," he growled, crooking his fingers up to nail that little spot that made you sob, "I'm gonna be too big for you."

"W-Want it a-anyway, Tae," you cried, nails digging into his wrist. Tears welled up in your eyes, trickling down your cheeks as your body was sent into overload.

"Yeah? Want me to fuck you open until you can't take anymore?" he groaned, "Watch your virgin cunt get stuffed full of a cock you simply can't handle...have you make those pretty noises while you cream all over me..."

His words seemed more self-indulgent than aimed at you but you whined and nodded anyway. His palm ground against your clit as his fingers filled you up so nice and you found yourself teetering on the edge.

"I-I'm gonna cum," you panted, thighs twitching erratically in response to your pleasure."Go ahead, cum for me," he commanded, groaning alongside you as you tightened up around his fingers.

"Tae! 'S so good..." you slurred, eyes closed as you buried your face in his arm to ride out the pleasure he was giving you.

"Coming so prettily, little one," he whispered into your ear, fingers beginning to slow as your orgasm died down, "You're such a good girl."

"Ah...Tae," you whimpered as he pulled his fingers from your still-clenching pussy, sensitivity hitting you like a brick wall. Your thighs clenched shut, trembling uncontrollably in the aftermath of the most pleasure you'd ever received.

Taehyung slid his cum-soaked fingers into his mouth, eyes rolling back at the taste of you on his tongue. His arm still held you tight as you continued to whimper against him.

"Taste so so good," he whispered, mostly to himself.

Once his digits were clean, he glanced down at you. It was clear you were still a bit overwhelmed and he cooed, shifting you in his lap until you were facing him. He pulled you into a hug and couldn't hold back a chuckle.

"Humans are so fragile," he whispered, "So overwhelmed...even that was too much for you, huh?"

You didn't respond, simply tucking your face away in his neck. You let your weight drop fully on his lap but froze immediately. You hadn't realized while you were being touched, how hard Taehyung's cock was against you but with a clear mind you could.

He was fucking big.

He chuckled darkly, lips finding your neck as he slowly made you grind against his covered length, "I told you, babygirl, I'm too big for your little pussy."

When you whined and tightened your grip on him, wanting to avoid the painful overstimulation, he simply chuckled. He let you cling to him and lay with him until your eyes fluttered shut ― sleep quickly and eagerly overcoming you.

Just as you sunk into darkness, you felt him press the softest of kisses against your forehead.

"My cute little human," he whispered, voice fading out as you finally fell asleep.

When you woke up, you were tucked cozily in your bed beneath your wool comforter. The sun was up and you groaned, kicking the blankets off as you grew warmer with every passing second.

You had on your sweater from yesterday and a pair of panties you hadn't been wearing. Looking beside you, you found the bed empty and sighed.

Despite yourself, you found yourself feeling disappointed he hadn't stayed the night. He had shown you such a sweet, caring side before you fell asleep. It had made your heart flutter, how he treated you so delicately yet used such a sharp tongue to fluster you.

"He's such a strange dude," you muttered, staring at the ceiling as you spread starfish on your bed.

There was a dull ache between your legs, reminding you of the night before. Feeling your cheeks flush, you sat up straight and hurriedly crawled out of bed intending to take a cold shower.

Drying your hair with a towel, you hunted around your closet for a cute outfit for the date. Briefly, you wondered if he was still planning to take you out. Excitement thrummed through your veins, a giddy smile lighting up your face and making your cheeks ache.

After choosing your outfit, you took a seat in front of the vanity you had set up. You had found a mirror at the monthly market a few ones back and decided it was the best purchase ever. You hadn't known mirrors were scarce on Izo Huen for whatever reason until you desperately needed one.

Deciding to leave your hair down, too lazy to try and make anything of it, you mindlessly spun around in your chair.

A strange feeling bubbled up in your chest that made your heart race. Leaning your head back against the back of the chair, you ran your hands over your face with a groan.

"I actually miss him," you scoffed, leaning forward to rest your head on your vanity counter, "What is wrong with me?"

The day seemed to drag on longer than any other as you waited for Taehyung to arrive. The heat hadn't even bothered you, your mind too muddled with thoughts of your date. You wondered if he would hold your hand and where he planned to take you.

As the sun finally sunk beneath the horizon, you were more antsy and began to pace your living room. Every once in a while, you'd glance out your window in hopes a passing man would be Taehyung. Unfortunately, you were mistaken every time.

Before long, you began to realize that he simply wasn't going to show up. You changed into your pajamas, rejection burning in your veins before sitting on your bed. The streetlights and the moon cast a decent glow around you.

Your feelings were hurt. You’d been stood up by an alien.

Your heart ached and you felt your eyes sting with unshed tears. You flopped over, covering your face with a pillow before screaming into it.

"What a jerk!" you shouted in the material.

By the time you went to sleep, your simmering anger gave way to pitiful dejection. Your eyes were wet with tears as you closed them.

He was polluting your mind, everywhere you went you found yourself hoping that he'd turn up around the next corner. You’d hoped he would come knocking on your door with a sheepish smile, apologizing.

Though as the days passed and you had seen neither hide nor hair of him, the prospect of an apology made you angry. You didn't want his stupid apology anymore.

A week lapsed and it was time, once again, for your weekly log.

Sitting in front of the camera, you sighed, "The...friend I had made seems to have disappeared. It's weird, I was perfectly content by myself but once he showed up and vanished ― it's made me lonely," you gnawed on your bottom lip before sighing, disappointment becoming a common feeling in your life by then, “Maybe I need to make some friends but...I can't explain it; the Sehebon are such a strange race that it feels like it's going to be really difficult to make friends. There's really nothing eventful that happened worth logging besides my own problems so...I'll sign off."

A couple clicks on your computer had the log sent. You'd be getting paid again soon, perhaps you'd be able to go out and find something to do for yourself. Maybe you'd hit the jackpot and find someone who would want to be your friend.

It felt childish, the need for friendship you had. But with Taehyung's absence, your loneliness was at an all time high.

It was beginning to get dark and you decided to say 'fuck it' and get dressed. You'd find something to do ― you hadn't really checked out nearly all the districts of Fia and you knew there were some popular places to hang out.

It was a long walk to the area they dubbed the Social District. The second you stepped onto the rowdy street, you were blown away by the flashing lights and heavy bass emanating from the various buildings.

They had their own clubs.

You suddenly felt out of place and awkward, weaving through the giant people blocking the streets as they talked with friends. It seemed like no one saw you, as if you were just invisible to them. You moved to the sidewalk, being able to squeeze by the people and avoid the large crowd that filled the street.

You slipped into a pub ― judging by the tables and bar. You couldn't read the sign but you still walked in anyway. It wasn't very crowded, a few tables still open. The vibe inside was much cooler and calmer and you felt yourself begin to relax.

Walking up the bar, you took a seat, grabbing a menu without thinking about it.

"God dammit," you muttered, staring at the alphabet you still couldn't read.

"Can I help you?" the tender asked, moving to stand in front of you.

"Uh...I can't read this," you admitted, feeling your cheeks burn.

"That's alright, what do you like?" she pulled the menu from your hands and looked over it herself.

"Do you have any good alcohol?" you slumped against the counter, chin resting in your hand.

She regarded you with furrowed brows, closing the menu, "You do know alcohol is poisonous, right?"

"Wait what?" your head snapped up and the woman laughed.

"Alcohol is poisonous to us. We don't drink it," she placed the menu back where you got it and smiled, "We have some Soda."

"You do?" you perked up at that, not tasting soda since you'd left Earth. You watched eagerly as she filled a glass with brown liquid, placing it in front of you.

"It's not...Earth's soda but it's basically the same," she smiled, "It's got seltzer and sugary syrup in it."

You thanked her before she was whisked away to take care of another customer, leaving you by yourself. You sipped out of the straw, sighing at the taste. It was slightly off compared to the soda you were used to but bubbling seltzer had you smiling.

"_____?" you jumped at the sound of your name, choking on your drink and erupting into a fit of coughing. A hand carefully patted your back until you calmed down, "Are you alright? I didn't mean to scare you."

"I-It's fine," you choked out, clearing your throat and swallowing a few times to rid the feeling. Your eyes flicked up to meet Taehyung's and you felt a frown fall over your face before you realized it, "Taehyung."

His brows furrowed at your using his full name but he didn't say anything, "I uh...didn't know you came around here."

"It's my first time," you muttered, turning back to sip on your drink. When you didn't offer another opening for a conversation he let out a sigh and slid up next to you between the vacant seat beside you. You didn't have any choice but to interact, seeing at he wasn't going to back off.

"I'm sorry I missed our...date," the word still sounded foreign on his tongue, "I had urgent business to attend to in Holis."

"You don't owe me anything Taehyung," you muttered, failing to mask the hurt in your voice.

He sighed again, "I had to go visit a friend of mine, he was stranded and couldn't get home on his own. I promise that's all it was, _____."

You sighed, feeling your hurt and anger soften. Turning to look at him, you opened your mouth to reply but were interrupted.

“Whoa, is this the little human?” a loud voice from behind you made you jump. Twisting around, you saw a large man with biceps so big his t-shirt was stretched taut, “Oh you are a cutie!”

“U-Um...hello,” you greeted timidly.

"Uh yeah," Taehyung smiled, placing his hand on your shoulder, "This is _____. And _____ this is Wonho."

"N-Nice to meet you," you held out your hand, gasping when he leaned down and pressed a kiss against your knuckles.

"It's my pleasure," you could hear Taehyung let out a long sigh, "Bartender, I'll take a Blue Ice please. I gotta take a leak," he muttered the last part to himself, fingers lingering on your shoulder before he disappeared.

"You drinking a soda?" Wonho asked, peering into your glass, "Mind if I have a sip?"

"I guess not," you shrugged, watching him wrap his hand around the glass and bring it to his lips.

He was good looking, you couldn't deny. He had cute ears that stuck out just slightly and pretty teeth as he grinned at you. You found yourself comparing him to Taehyung ― deducing Taehyung definitely set your heart racing the second you looked at him.

"You know," Wonho placed your glass back down in front of you, "I was surprised to hear Taehyung was fooling around with a little human. I never thought he'd be the type."

"What do you mean?" you asked, brows furrowing as you mindlessly stirred your drink with your straw.

"Well I just can't believe he's actually giving in to it," Wonho said, pulling out a menu to look over it.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," you muttered, quite blunt.

He seemed surprised, chuckling and waving his hand, "Just the whole human kink that's going on. You know, since humans have started coming here it's become like a game to see who can actually manage to bang one. Can't believe Taehyung managed to snag one."

Your eyes drifted to your glass, the ice melting in your soda ― watering it down. A human kink?

"So...I'm just a conquest?" you whispered, though you were sure Wonho didn't hear as he was ordering a drink.

So many things bubbled up inside you; anger, humiliation, shame. Humiliation at the fact you'd been used, shame over the fact you fell for it and were so close to giving in, and anger of the audacity he had to do such a thing to you. Tears stung your eyes and you bit your lip to hold them back.

"Oh man, that looks delicious," Taehyung groaned, grabbing his tall glass of blue drink and taking a sip.

"I'm leaving," you muttered, sliding off your stool and moving to walk away.

You were stopped by a hand grabbing your elbow. Taehyung stared at you, brows drawn together.

"You just got here," he muttered, obviously confused by your sudden change.

You scoffed, "I'm going home, Taehyung."

You snatched your arm out of his grip and stormed out the doors and onto the busy streets. You could vaguely hear your name being shouted but it was quickly covered by the noisiness of the people. Crossing your arms over your chest, you weaved through the bodies. Tears were burning your eyes but you held them back.

"Hey a human!" you heard someone shout but you didn't stop, "Why don't you come party?"

'The whole human kink.' Wonho's words echoed in your mind, making it harder to fight your tears. 'It's become a game to see who can bang one."

By the time you reached your front door, your jaw was aching with keeping your tears in. Slamming the door behind you, you immediately burst into tears ― bringing your hands up to cover your eyes with your sleeves. Sniffling, you dropped onto your couch and let your sobs out freely.

Hugging one of your throw pillows, you attempted to calm yourself down. Just as you were about to drift off to sleep, eyes fluttering against your will, there was a series of sharp knocks against your door. You didn't move, silently waiting to see if they'd go away.

Unfortunately, the knocks became harsher and more frantic. Deciding that they weren't going to go away, you stood up and dragged your feet to the door.

You already had a feeling who it was and you weren't wrong ― Taehyung standing on the other side. His fist was raised like he was going to knock again and his hair was a complete wreck. His shirt clung to him with sweat and his breathing was a little heavy.

"What do you want Taehyung?" you muttered, crossing your arms around yourself.

"You've been crying," he whispered, moving to step forward but stopped when you moved back, "I knew you were upset. What's the matter, sweetheart?"

"Don't!" you snapped, turning on your heel and storming into your house.

"What?" Taehyung whispered, closing the door gently behind him.

"Don't call me that," you said, keeping your back to him so he wouldn't see your tears.

It felt so nice to have him call you pet names so gently. But you remembered it was just a ruse to lure you in ― and it was so hard not to fall.

"Why not? I thought you liked being called that?" he sounded so confused and you could imagine he looked akin to a kicked puppy.

"Because it's not fair!" you shouted, finally turning around, "You can't just play those games with me because I'm a human, Taehyung!"

"I really...What are you talking about?" his voice was so soft, so gentle. He took a couple steps towards you, hands outstretched, "I'm not playing any games."

"Oh yeah?" you scoffed, wiping away a few stray tears from your cheeks, "Wonho told me about your disgusting kink! You don't care about me, you just wanted to be able to say you fucked a human!"

"Wh―" he stumbled over his words, irises desperately scanning over you, "That's not...true."

You scoffed, shaking your head., "You're so unfair, Taehyung." he cocked his head to the side curiously, "You made me like you and I trusted you. But you just...you really aren't any different from men on Earth, huh?"

"What do you mean? Of course I'm different!" he argued, his own eyes growing glassy, "I never lied to you, _____. I promise!"

"You just wanted to use me as a conquest, something to brag about," you breathing stuttered as you sobbed, "And I almost fell for it!"

"Would you listen to me?!" he snapped, suddenly moving and pinning you against the wall.

He was caging you in, scent overwhelming you and making more tears fall from your eyes. You refused to meet his gaze, even though you could feel his eyes burning into you. You sniffled, staring down at your cardigan sleeves that were functioning as sweater paws.

"I never once intended to use you like that," Taehyung growled, voice giving away his frustration, "Everything I have said and done for you is real and not because you're a human. I don't want you as a...a...conquest," the word sounded foreign on his tongue, "And I certainly am not like your pathetic human men on Earth. I am better in every single way."

"Taehyung..."

"Stop calling me that!" he snapped, making you jump, "I-I want you to call me Tae!"

"I don't think..." you shook your head.

"Why won't you believe me?" he sighed, voice going soft, "Is it really so easy to lose trust in me when I haven't even done anything? You heard my friend say some stupid nonsense a-and you're suddenly convinced I'm evil!"

When he put it like that, you felt silly. Your own insecurities caught up with you and you shifted awkwardly in your place against the wall. You sheepishly looked up to find him staring at you, eyes dark beneath his long bangs. They were damp from sweat and you swallowed thickly at how good he looked.

"I'm sorry Tae..." you mumbled, nibbling on your lip beneath his glare, "I just...I really like you and I don't want you to―

"Listen to me," he tilted your head up, making you look at him directly. His eyes were much softer now and your eyes felt hot once more, "I have no intention of hurting you. You can trust me, _____. I promise."

It felt like all self-control slipped through your fingers as you suddenly surged forward to press your lips against his. Standing on you tippy-toes, you wrapped your arms around his neck. He eagerly kissed you back, arms wrapping around you ― teeth nipping at your bottom lip to make you whine.

One of his hands traveled lower, cupping your ass and pulling you closer to him. You could feel his length hardened in his jeans ― and it was just as big as you remembered. It made you whimper, feeling him so hard against you. You squeaked when the floor was suddenly pulled out from beneath you and you found yourself pressed against the wall with your legs wrapped around his waist, his weight supporting you.

You whined when his lips found your neck, trailing his lips over the sensitive skin beneath your ear. He smirked at the feeling of you shuddering against him.

"Are you wet for me, baby?" he asked against your skin. You whimpered and nodded, feeling your pussy clench and gush into your panties, "Do you want me to touch you? Tell me."

"Yes please, Tae," you begged, blushing when he chuckled at your desperation.

The wall was pulled out from behind you and you scrambled to hold onto him around his shoulders, "I got you," he reassured, turning to walk through the open doorway of your bedroom.

You were deposited onto your mattress, making you bounce slightly on it. Taehyung was covering your body once more, however, as he met your lips for another kiss. Resting his weight on one forearm beside your head, he used the other to push your shirt up.

Getting the hint, you pulled your cardigan off and tossed it off the side of the bed before tugging your shirt off as well. Taehyung groaned, his lips kissing the swell of your breast above your bra. His fingers trailed over your bra ― cupping you and sighing softly.

You were surprised by your own boldness as you reached behind you and unclipped your bra. Before you could tug it off, however, Taehyung pinned your arms above your head and growled.

"Why are you so eager?" he asked, making your blush further.

"I-I just want you to touch me..." you confessed, lashes fluttering when he leaned down to brush his lips against your lips once more.

"There's no rush, little one," he cooed, "I'm not going anywhere until I've made you cum for me."

You clenched your thighs with a whimper at the pressure in your core. He pulled off your bra, finally, tossing it away and sitting back to admire your body. You were laid out beneath him, breasts heaving in your arousal.

His head dipped down and you held your breath as he enveloped a perked nipple into his mouth. Your hands flew up to clutch at his hair, back arching. His teeth grazed the bud, and groaned at the way you whined.

"Fuck, you're so responsive to everything I do," he gasped, pulling his lips away from your nipple. His fingers found it and brushed his thumb nail over and you choked out a sob, "I love it so much..."

"T-Tae please!" you whined, arching your hips up.

"Alright, baby," he cooed, flicking the button of your jeans open and tugging them down. Your panties went with them but neither of you cared, "Look at that. So wet."

"Please touch me, Tae," you begged, spreading your legs wider around him.

"You ever been eaten out, sweetheart?" he asked, watching the way your breath stuttered at his question. When you didn't answer, he gave your cunt a swift smack. You cried out, clutching at the blankets desperately, "I asked you a question."

"N-No I've never― " you were cut off by his fingers sliding over your clit softly.

"Do you want to?" he asked, cocking his head to the side.

"Yes, yes please, Tae!" you gasped, eyes wide when he shifted down the bed until his head was positioned over your core.

"So pretty, baby," he sighed, spreading your folds open to expose the pretty wet hole that clenched desperately around nothing.

Your mouth fell open, a stuttered breath escaping you when his tongue slid over your entrance up to your clit. He hummed, licking his lips to chase the taste. He looked like he was in heaven, swirling his tongue over your bud and chuckling when your whole body trembled.

"Love how you react to me," he whispered, mostly to himself. He tongued at your hole to taste your juices once more before dragging up to your clit once again, "I don't think I'll ever get enough of you."

"Tae!" you cried, tugging his hair harshly though he didn't seem to mind.

His lips wrapped around your clit, sucking the bud into his mouth. You keened, eyes rolling back into your head at the stimulation. You nearly screamed when you were suddenly filled with two long fingers.

"Fuck!" you cried, back arching. You abandoned your hold on his hand to wrap your hands beneath your knees ― keeping yourself open for him.

"Good girl," he praised, making you smile down at him.

He pressed a kiss against your thigh before diving down to take your clit into his mouth again. His fingers stretched you open, catching your g-spot every chance he got. He reached so deep inside you with just his fingers and you suddenly remembered how big his dick was. Just the thought of it had your walls clenching around his fingers. He groaned in response, the vibrations against your clit making your thighs twitch.

"A-Another finger, Tae, please," you begged, voice not above a whisper.

"Can you handle that, sweetheart? Your little cunt’s already stretched around two," he teased, his index finger beginning to nudge against your entrance.

"N-Need it," you gasped, "Need to take it for you cock."

His fingers froze and you felt him exhale sharply against your core ― as if the air had been punched out of him. Glancing down, you saw his jaw was clenched and his brows were furrowed.

"Don't say things like that, little girl," he growled, finally pushing the third finger into you, "Don't make promises you can't keep."

"Tae I― " your words died on your tongue when he enveloped your clit once again.

You felt stuffed with his fingers, the digits making your entrance stretch deliciously. You lost your grip on your knees and let them fall open once again. Taehyung's tongue danced over the sensitive nerves, eyes closed as he relished in having your cunt wrapped around his fingers. You were gushing, coating the digits in your juices and he couldn't wait to have them in his mouth.

"W-Wanna cum, Tae," you gasped, reaching above you to grip desperately at the pillow.

He reached up, pulling on one of your hands until you released the material. You felt your walls clench tight when he urged you to put your hands on his head.

He wanted you to pull at his hair.

Not one to reject such an offer, you tangled both your hands in the soft locks as he began to fuck you with his fingers eagerly. The wet noises were obscene, mixed with your moans made an incredible melody for Taehyung.

The fact he was the only one who had ever had you like that made his cock throb. His hips moved mindlessly against the bed beneath him to get some stimulation. His cock hurt in the confines of his jeans but he didn't dare try to pull it out.

Suddenly, your walls clenched tight and the grip on his hair began to sting the harder you pulled. Sobbing out his name, your entire body began to quake beneath him. The pleasure was overwhelming and you snapped your thighs closed around his head. He didn't pull away, however, keeping his lips attached to the throbbing bud through your orgasm ― milking every spectacular second until you were whimpering from overstimulation.

He gasped as he pulled away, sitting back on his heels before pulling his fingers out of you. He spread your folds, groaning at the way you gaped slightly from being stretched open. Sliding his soaked fingers into his mouth, his whole body trembled and he reached down to palm himself through his jeans.

The feeling of a smaller hand covering his had his eyes snapping open. He pulled his fingers out and stared down at you as you shyly palmed him through the material. He groaned, head falling back.

"C-Can I..." you trailed off, not quite sure what you were asking.

"I...I don't know..." he bit his lip, apprehensive.

"Please Tae?" you pouted, looking up at him through your lashes.

"Shit, alright," he whispered, switching your positions. He scooted up until his back rested against your headboard, shoving your pillows aside to make room for himself, "Come here. Sit on my lap, pretty girl."

Your hands were trembling as you did what you were asked, swinging your leg over his lap until you were straddling him. As you pressed your full weight on him, he tossed his head back in a groan. The pressure of you sitting on him felt spectacular.

Gripping his shoulders, you suddenly felt shy with his eyes on you. He gazed at your body on top of him like you were a goddess, hands drifting up your sides and cupping your breasts. Thumbing your nipples, he smiled crookedly when you shivered at the feeling. He cupped your cheeks, finally, and pulled you down for a soft kiss.

"Go ahead and grind on me, baby," he cooed, gripping your hips to urge you to move.

The first grind against him had him releasing the most beautiful moan that you felt yourself gush in response. His head leaned back against the headboard, watching through lidded eyes the way your cunt ground against his cock through his jeans. He wishes he could take it out and feel your wetness drip all over him ― to feel you cream against him as you came. He swallowed the urge down and continued to guide you.

"D-Does it feel good?" you asked, biting your lip as you watched his jaw tense as he held back his moans.

"So good, babygirl," he groaned, feeling his heart stutter when you proudly grinned down at him, "You're so fucking cute."

"D-Don't call me cute when I'm doing this," you hissed, narrowing your eyes at him.

"Doing what?" his head rolled against his shoulder and he smirked at you, "Go on and say it."

"No..." You whispered, clutching his shirt. Leaning forward, you wrapped your arms around his neck and held him close.

"Why so shy, little one?" he chuckled, kissing your temple and trailing his hand up your back before cupping the back of your head, "Grinding your wet little cunt against me like this...wanting to make me cum. And you want to act shy?"

You whimpered, gasping into his ear so prettily that he shuddered. He felt his orgasm coming and he groaned through clenched teeth.

"Close..." he whispered, fingers digging into the soft skin of your waist while he other clenched in your hand, "You're gonna make me cum, baby."

"Please cum, Tae," you begged, gasping when he wrenched your face out from where you were hiding in his neck.

"You want my cum?" he panted, mouth falling open as you fastened your pace. You nodded as best you could with his hand in your hair, "How about you cum first for me?"

Your eyes fluttered, realizing with his words how close you were to another orgasm. You leaned forward, pressing your lips against him. He hummed in response, smiling in the kiss when you started trembling in his lap.

You pulled away from the kiss and tossed you head back as you cried out his name, gushing against his jeans. Taehyung cursed, his own hips stuttering beneath you.

By the time you came down, you realized how wet his jeans were beneath you. You whined, falling off the side of his lap. He still sat up, chest heaving as he caught his breath. With his eyes closed, he didn't see you cupping his softening length through the wet material. He hissed, brushing your hand off of him.

"I-Is that all your..."

"I should get home," he interrupted. You frowned, watching him stand up and shift uncomfortably.

"Can't you stay?" you asked, finding yourself not wanting him to leave.

"Sorry, baby," he leaned down and pressed a kiss against your forehead, "Maybe another time." With a final, departing kiss, he turned and stepped out of the door. He paused, however, and looked back at you, "Be ready tomorrow, 8PM. I'll take you for dinner."

You were left alone on the bed with a little smile on your lips ― the promise of seeing him tomorrow making you giddy.

You felt apprehensive when 8PM rolled around and there was no sign of him ― the time blinking on the screen of your computer. You sat on your desk chair, watching the moments tick by.

It was nearing 8:30 when there were a series of knocks on your door. You jumped to your feet and raced to the door, pulling it open to see Taehyung with a guilty smile and a handful of flowers.

"Sorry I'm late I uh..." he cleared his throat and held the flowers over to you, "I had to go a bit out of my way to get these."

"Oh Tae..." you smiled, taking them from his hands and bringing them up to your nose to smell, "They're beautiful."

"They're imported from Liana," he smiled, shrugging sheepishly.

"How'd you think of this?" You asked, motioning for him to enter your home as you went to your kitchen to put the flowers in water.

"Well..." he cleared his throat, "I just...I've been reading about human dates and just human things like that, you know?"

"You've been studying for our date?" you giggled, putting the flowers on your counter before turning to him. He looked shy, keeping his eyes averted from you, "I really appreciate it, Tae."

"Really?" his eyes lit up and he grinned his adorable smile.

"I think it was very thoughtful," you led him back to the door and out into the cool night.

"There's this place I really like around my place," he suddenly explained, taking your hand in his as he helped you down from the stoop, "I like to go there with some friends. I think you'll like it!"

"I'm sure I'll like anything, Tae," you admitted, smiling when he squeezed your hand in response.

The two of you made simple talk as you made your way to the restaurant. You hadn't had the opportunity to go to one in the time you'd lived on Izo Huen.

It was a simple, small building with an Open sign in English. You grinned, bouncing inside tugging Taehyung by his hand excitedly.

"Pick a seat, little one," Taehyung cooed, nudging your back.

It was set up exactly like a restaurant on Earth and you slid yourself into a booth, grinning. Taehyung took the spot across from you, lounging back as he looked at the menu. You followed his lead and opened the menu yourself. Eyes wide, you realized you were able to read everything.

"Hey...It's in English!" you muttered, eyes scanning over the words. They were translated underneath into what Taehyung could understand ― the characters and symbols lost on you.

"Yeah it's the only place around here that does it," he shrugged, "I figured you might enjoy that."

"You're..." you grinned, shaking you head, "You're so thoughtful, Tae. I really appreciate it."

He shrugged, though you could see that his ears were tinged red.

You both ordered drinks and food, the atmosphere dissolving into one of calm company. You both chatted idly about anything ― Taehyung asking a lot of questions about Earth and him trying to teach you the different characters for his alphabet. He gave up when you just couldn't get a hang of it ― teasingly calling you illiterate and cooing when you pouted.

"Hey Tae," you muttered, picking at the salad you had ordered. He hummed, mouth full of some type of steak ― though the meat was of a consistency that made your stomach turn, "How did you learn to speak so...casually?"

"What do you mean?" he asked, sipping his soda.

"You know..." you blushed, realizing the question wasn't really something to ask over the dinner table, "When you talk you use a lot of slang terms. Like...in bed," You whispered the last word and picked at your salad again.

"Oh," Taehyung chuckled, "See, I have a friend who has been to Earth a few times. He has a lot of...interesting material that he let me read. And he kind of taught me some popular slang on Earth."

"You didn't have to go to so much effort, Taehyung," you whispered, although you were grinning. Your heart fluttered in your chest nonetheless.

"I wanted to," he suddenly set a hard gaze on you, "I want you to like me and I want you to feel comfortable around me. I want to be good for you."

"Tae..." you reached across the table and cupped his hand in yours, "I already like you very much. You make me feel comfortable and you make me feel very happy."

He grinned, looking away from you shyly but squeezed your hand tightly.

The walk home was peaceful, you found yourself wrapping your arms around one of Taehyung's ― wanting to be close to him. He didn't seem to mind in the slightest, squeezing your hand tightly and staring down at you with sparkling eyes. It felt like he looked at you like you hung up the moon ― it made you feel fluttery inside.

"Do you want to come inside, Tae?" you asked, opening your front door.

He hesitated for just a moment before stepping inside. He kicked his boots off along with you, watching as you tucked both of them away in the corner. You went to your bedroom to change into something comfortable ― settling on some pajama pants and an oversized sweater. When you walked back out, Taehyung was sitting at your desk looking at your computer.

"What's this?" he gestured to your setup with your camera.

"It's where I record the logs needed to send back to Earth," you explained, "I update my superiors every week on things that are happening. When I learn something new about the culture or something interesting happens."

"Interesting," he muttered, sitting there for a moment before standing up and navigated over to your couch.

You dropped into the seat beside him and molded yourself against his side. He wrapped his arm around you and pressed a kiss against the top of your head. The silence was comfortable and you rested your head on his chest ― listening to his heartbeat.

"Hey Tae?" he hummed, looking down at you when you looked up at him, "Can I have a kiss?"

His gaze softened and he quickly leaned down to press his lips against yours. He went to pull away but you followed him, pulling him into a deep kiss making him moan. Swinging your leg over his lap, you straddled him boldly. He seemed surprised by it but didn't say anything, just moving his lips against yours.

"Tae," you whispered against his lips, "I want to touch you, please?"

"_____― " he pulled away from the kiss, pushing you back slightly by your shoulders.

"You keep saying I can't handle it, but I can!" you argued, pouting at being pushed back.

"I don't want to hurt you, _____," his brows came together in a deep furrow, "It wasn't just talk when I said you couldn't handle it. It's too much, you're too...small."

"It turns you on though doesn't it?" you teased, noticing how he was growing hard beneath you, "Can't we at least try, Tae?"

"I-I..." his head fell back when you ground against him, "Fuck, we can try."

You held in a squeal of joy when he scooped you up in his arms and carried you to the bedroom. He dropped you on the bed and stripped his shirt off.

It was the first time seeing him naked and you sat up to admire his body. He was fit, as you expected. His stomach was flat with a small trail of hair leading beneath his jeans. On his shoulders were patches embedded in his skin that reflected off the dim light of your bedroom.

"What..." you sat up on your knees, brushing your fingers over them. It felt like normal skin, and you hummed in wonder.

"They're...light-sensitive patches that we just...never evolved out of," he explained, "They were useful for survival when we dominated the deserts. Now they're just...here."

"Interesting," you muttered, trailing your hand down his chest and stomach to the button on his jeans.

Before you could flick it open, however, he grabbed your wrist and pinned you back to the bed. His gaze was dark, making you shiver underneath it. He smelled wonderful and you reached up with your free hand to brush his bangs out of his eyes.

"You've got another thing coming if you think you'll get anywhere near my cock before I think you're good and ready, little one," he growled, making your thighs clench at the sound.

You whined when he rushed to discard your clothes, not wasting a single second in getting you bare for him. He palmed himself through his jeans as he looked down at you, licking his lips.

"So pretty," he whispered, smoothing his hand down your body. Smirking, he pinched one of your nipples to hear the way you whined, "Spread your legs for me."

You hurriedly did as you were told, shame and inhibitions thrown out the window. You felt nervous under his gaze but with every compliment and soft touch ― you began to feel better. Mouth falling open, you gasped when his fingertips brushed against your folds.

"You're so wet," he mumbled, more to himself, "Are you always so wet, baby?"

"Y-You're the only one ― "

"I know that but when you touch yourself, pretty baby," he glanced up when you tensed, "I know you do. Tell me do you get this wet?"

"O-Only when I think of you," you admitted before you could think twice about it. You felt your cheeks burn at your own admission but Taehyung cursed and grunted as he squeezed his cock.

"You're such a good girl," he praised, fingertips trailing up your body again. Goosebumps ignited across your skin and you arched your back to get more of the feeling of his touch.

His fingers eagerly dipped back between your thighs to find your entrance. You whimpered when he immediately slipped a single digit inside. It felt nice but unfulfilling.

He pulled his finger out and circled it over your clit ― using your own juices to lubricate the movement. You hummed, eyes fluttering as he circled the bud several times. When your thighs began to tense, he pushed his finger back inside.

He continued the teasing until you were whining beneath him. Suddenly he pressed his thumb against the bud, circling and pressing against it relentlessly.

"I'm gonna cum!" you warned, your eyes squeezing shut.

"Go ahead, pretty baby," he urged, not pausing in his torture of your clit.

You came quickly, arching and trembling on the bed. Your cunt was empty, gushing and clenching around nothing. His touches on your clit slowed until they stopped all together.

You figured he'd give you a moment to recover but, he was suddenly sliding two fingers inside you. You were so wet from your orgasm, your cum slicking down his fingers and onto the bed. You sobbed, grinding your hips into his touch. He didn't try touching your clit or your spot, showing that much mercy. Instead, he leaned down to envelop a perked nipple in his mouth while he scissored his fingers, stretching you a bit more.

You hummed, cupping the back of his head to keep him in place. He didn't seem to mind, beginning to fuck his two fingers into you faster.

"A-Another, please," you requested, whimpered when he immediately did so.

There was a slight, tiny burn that immediately gave way to pleasure. His palm pressed against your clit ― still so sensitive that it made you tremble. As he fucked you with his fingers, he switched to give your other breast attention.

Your hips jerked with his every movement, following the pace he'd set. Every time he brushed your g-spot and you whined, he would laugh.

He took so much enjoyment in your pleasure it was almost baffling. You were always sure that men would be selfish and unsatisfying in bed but Taehyung was nothing but attentive.

Perhaps he was right; he was better than any human man.

"Cum again for me," he purred, swiping his tongue along your chest before meeting your neck.

The feeling of his fingers and teeth on your neck had you inching closer to the edge of the abyss.

"T-Tae, please," you whined, grinding your hips down, "T-Touch me, please."

He hummed, moving his thumb to press against your clit. The simple touch set you off and you were coming once again beneath him. Your body was on fire, sweat sticking to you and making you pant. It crested beautifully and faded out into trembles and whines.

He didn't remove his fingers, instead beginning to nudge a fourth into you ― his pinky finger. His eyes met yours, keeping his eyes on your face as he stretched you further than he had before. The width of his hand was bordering on painful but you found it highly enjoyable. His thumb continued to circle your clit even as you sobbed in overstimulation. Your spasming walls eagerly accepted the new stretch and you found yourself relaxing into it.

He was quickly going to send you to another orgasm but before you could fall off the edge again, he removed his thumb. You whined, grinding your hips to chase the feeling. His eyes drifted down to where his fingers were buried into you, smoothing two of his fingers from his free hand over your folds.

"Stretched so wide," he muttered, scooping up some of your cum on the digits and popping them in his mouth. Your walls squeezed his fingers in response to his display.

He suddenly pulled his fingers out and you cried out at being empty so fast. Your walls weren't able to close properly and you closed your thighs at the feeling.

Instead of stopping you, Taehyung stepped off the bed. Your mouth went dry when he unbuttoned his jeans and began to shuffle them down his thighs.

You realized he wasn't wearing underwear when his cock popped free ― flushed incredibly red at the head and leaking precum down the shaft. He visibly shuddered when his cock was free from its confines and he quickly wrapped his hand around himself ― giving himself a few good squeezes.

He was just as big as you thought. His fingers didn't meet when wrapped around the girth. He was wider than his four fingers and so long that you found yourself whimpering at the thought of him drilling into you that deep.

"You still think you can take me, little one?" he asked, crawling on the bed to kneel in front of you still clenched thighs.

"Y-Yeah...want it," you let your legs fall open, showing him your flushed and swollen cunt.

Her cursed, tapping the fat head of his cock against your cunt. You whimpered when you saw just how big it was compared to your own pussy. He was surely going to rip you in half but damn if you wouldn't enjoy every second.

His precum mixed with your cum as he slid his shaft between your folds, getting the underside of him nice and wet. You whimpered, feeling him grinding against your clit bringing you close to the orgasm you'd been denied.

Before you could fall into it, he positioned his tip at your entrance. Prodding ever so slightly, he sighed at the feeling of your heat against him. You spread your legs wider for him as he began to press inside.

You cried out, clutching the sheets beneath you as he stretched you wide open. The head of him was so thick, bordering on painful. You reached out to stop him from going any further, gritting your teeth at the feeling.

"You're okay," he whispered, shifting back so he pulled out of you.

You breathed heavily, relaxing once more as he circled your clit with his thumb. As your eyes fluttered, he began to press back inside. You whined as he pushed past what he had been, thumb not letting up on your clit. You walls spasmed around him, making him groan as you began to tremble.

The head of him popped inside and you cried out as you were sent over the edge. Taehyung's body fell over yours, catching himself on his hands beside your head. You sobbed, tears filling your eyes at the pleasure of being stretched as you were.

Taehyung's mouth fell open as he felt you cum around the head of his cock. When you calmed down to just little sniffles and whimpers, he leaned down to press his lips against your neck.

"You okay, baby?" he whispered. You nodded, reaching up to cup his cheeks and pull him into a soft kiss.

He took that as his cue to sink further into you. The flare on the head of his cock was the thickest part of him and it felt much easier for the rest of him to slide in. He nudged your cervix and when you flinched at the pain, he pulled back slightly.

"Look at that," he chuckled looking between your bodies. Following his gaze, your eyes widened, "You can't even fit all of me inside you, little one."

He was right, you'd only managed to fit half his cock inside you. Your walls clenched around him at that.

"Feels so good, Tae," you whispered, feeling his cock twitch against your walls.

He grinned, moving his hips gently, sinking in as far as he comfortably could before pulling back out. Although he wasn't able to fit in you completely, he still found himself groaning against you

"Such a tight little cunt," he growled, nipping at your jaw, "Took me so well, like a good girl."

You began to grind your hips up as he sunk into you and he growled. Sitting back on his heels, he soothed his hand over your body to soothe you.

You cursed loudly when he snapped his hips much harder into you ― testing how much you could take. When you gushed and spasmed around him, he took that as a sign to keep going. You moaned so beautifully for him, body reacting like a dream to his every touch and movement.

Cunt stretched wide and stuffed full of cock, you couldn't even think of anything else. You felt drunk, dizzy and lightheaded. Taehyung cooed when you slurred out his name, swiping his thumb over your bottom lip to collect some drool there.

"You're so cute," he grinned, breaking out into a moan when you clenched him tight, "All you can think about is my cock, huh?"

"'S so good..." you whispered, the words coming out almost breathlessly.

"I know, baby," he replied, licking his lips as he moved to his cock pounding you open wider than you should have been able to take, "You're gushing and squeezing me so nice. Are you gonna cum? Can you cum for me?"

You swallowed and nodded, whining when he hit your cervix. It hurt but it blended in with the pleasure. Mindlessly, you reached down to find your clit ― intent on sending yourself over the edge.

"No, no baby," he cooed, brushing your fingers away, "You'll cum without touching your pretty clit, yeah?"

"C-Can't," you sobbed, tears leaking out of the corner of your eyes.

"I think you can," he muttered, smoothing his hand over your lower stomach. "Fuck, look at that, babygirl."

You lazily followed his gaze to where his hand laid. Your cunt clenched at the sight of your stomach bulging every time he sunk in ― his cock literally molding you around it. You gasped, your high bubbling in your stomach.

"Wanna cum!" you cried, attempting to reach down and circle your clit again only to be stopped once more.

"I said no, little one," he snapped, pinning your hands above your head as he loomed above you, "You can do it. Cum for me."

Your body went still, focusing on the feeling of his cock filling you and stretching you. His cock was so big that he didn't even have to try to reach any good spots within you.

Astoundingly, you shrieked as your orgasm finally washed over you. Taehyung cursed in your ear, fucking you ruthlessly through the high. Distantly, you felt wetness splatter between your thighs and coat both of you. You chanted his name as you squirmed and writhed at the overwhelming pleasure.

"Shit, I'm― " Taehyung's warning was cut off by a groan.

His weight fell on you fully and he hid his face in your neck as he came. You hugged him against you, still trembling as he pumped his hot cum into you. There was so much, his cock keeping his cum plugged inside you. You gasped and twitched as you felt your stomach bloat over so slightly. You walls clenched around him, the idea of him filling you so much sending you into another quiet orgasm.

It was less spectacular than the others, but still left you gasping of air. Taehyung groaned in your ear as he felt you cum around his sensitive cock once again ― forcing a couple more spurts out of him to add.

It seemed like forever until his body finally relaxed. He continued to hold you, pressing kisses against any place he possibly could.

"That was...nice..." you muttered, making him laugh as he rolled off of you.

Your mouth fell open as he pulled his cock out ― it ached, there was no denying it. There was a gush of his cum, so much of it that it formed of pool beneath you. Your cheeks felt hot as Taehyung watched his cum pour out of your abused hole.

"Who knew my little human girl could take so much?" he teased, enjoyed the way you squirmed in embarrassment, "Want to take a shower?"

"Only if you will with me," you offered with a tired voice, watching his face morph into an expression of confusion.

"Is that some type of human thing?" he asked, sitting up and stretching his muscles.

"Apparently so," you whispered.

"Hey..." he paused from getting off of the bed. "You...you'll be here a while, right?"

"What do you mean?" you asked, clenching your thighs shut as you felt your core begin to burn and ache as you came back to yourself.

"Like...you won't have to go back to Earth any time, right?" his voice sounded small, almost fragile.

"I'll stay as long as I want to," you reassured, leaning over to kiss him but freezing before you could.

"What is it?" he asked, frowning.

"I'm just really fucking sore," you mumbled, flushing when he burst out laughing.

"Ah, my cute little human," he cooed, kissing your nose.

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Saved by the Devil (17/?) - Thomas Shelby

Summary: Father and reader are reunited, Reader faces her past and future at once. (Im getting better kind of?)

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader (Romantic)

Warning: Unhealthy father and daughter relationship.

A/N: This chapter took oh so long but I’m glad that we get to see this relationship between Father and Daughter in this one. Also i named the father George so sorry if you know someone named George. Comments and feedback is always appreciated and as always have a good night and take care of yourselves.

Italics = flashback

George (L/N), your father was a man that everyone feared. You knew this ever since you were a little girl. You saw the air he prided himself with, the way people parted like the red sea whenever he walked, the way no one would look him in his eye. You used to worship the ground he walked on. You would cry on to your mother why you couldn’t spend more time with the man, she would give you a look that you didn’t understand then. She was horrified when George did decide to take you for a tour of his ‘office.’ She could do nothing but watch you bounce happily away on your father hand. You still remember the day.

“You can’t take her, not there.” Your mother cried to him

“Shes gonna need to learn sooner or later.”

“Then later!” She yelled.

He ignores her cries as he drags you along. You had a big smile at finally getting time with your father. You didn’t understand why she was against this.

The walk was brisk, you even stopped for a treat. You ended up jumping from one place to another. Your father talking to people, shaking their hands. You noticed how they looked to him like a leader. So you asked.

“Im a boss honey,” He answered, “You will be too one day. You’ll help me run all this.”

“Really?” you said

“You just gotta be tough. Can you do that?”

You nodded pulling off your toughest face. The next place he leads you is some old train tracks that aren’t used anymore. A group of men stand around in a circle. All of them waiting for him.

“You brought a kid to this?” One of them says.

“You got a problem with that?” George says cocking his gun you didn’t realize he had.

The man shakes his head no and pints where the rest of them gather, “They got him over there.”

Your father no longer holds your hand as he walks ahead of you. You follow slowly. You can see the man in the middle of the circle. Looking worn down and beaten. Your father stands ahead of him, he plays with gun in the air. He talks words you block out. You just watch the man as is eyes loosely follow your father. He cries uncontrollable begging for his life. You see his body fall before you hear the gun. You don’t cry, you don’t say a word. Your father pats you on the head and says you did good.

Soon he took you everywhere and anywhere, spending more time with him less with your mother. You became a different person as you became used to the violence. You saw different side of your father more than once but he still treated you like a good. He wanted you prepared for anything and you just wanted to prove that you could be. So learning wasn’t an issue and neither was the perfection you set yourself up for. You became a mini version of him, you didn’t mind unlike your mother who was just horrified. She fought for you to stay in school when he would convince you to leave. She wanted to to date, have a normal job. But you wouldn’t listen to her. You father was your hero at the time you saw nothing wrong with anything that was happening.

“Your tainting her. Its not good for her to be around this stuff.”

You listen from atop of the stairs, now only seventeen.

“Son or daughter, my child is gonna learn the business and learn it right!” He yelled

“Then ill tell the police, everything I know. Ill take her away or- or”

“Are you threatening me?”

“I want my daughter back! You’re running her.”

“She’s growing up, deal with it.” He turns away from her, gives her the side eye before walking out. You go to sleep, hoping for them to forgive and forget.

You wake in the middle of night for a glass of water when you found your mother dead. You cry for the first time over a dead body. Holding your mothers hand close to her face, hoping for a reaction. Your father walks in and pauses. You can see through your lashes that his hands were stained red. You don’t say anything. He brings out two shovels and hands one to you. George tells you nothing more but to dig in the backyard.

You don’t. He scolds you for not listening, for not working faster. He digs it himself. He doesn’t look you in the eye as you watch his bury dirt on top of your mother. You share a tea later in the night. You just watch the inside of your cup, the steam rising up. He drinks his greedily, eating cookies as if it’s a regular Sunday morning.

That’s when your relationship changed. You begun to bicker and challenge everything he said or did. You couldn’t understand why he would do that. Or how he even could. You didn’t know what you could do, so you held the emotions in for a long time. Growing distant with your father. He confronts you on your behavior and you no longer hokd your tounge with him.

“You killed her. Why?”

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“I had to bury her, do you know what that was like?”

“In this business you’ll have to bury a lot more like her.”

“she had nothing to do with it.” You state.

He looks at your small figure, your eyes welling up with tears. “Don’t cry.”

“Why did you do it? Why did you kill my mother?” You press the issue your voice growing louder wanting , needingthe answer. Wanting all this to make sense.

“Why does it matter? So you can tell the whole city?” He turns on you quick.

“What if I did, does that scare you?”

“Watch your mouth girl.”

“Is that why you killed my mother? Cause she didn’t watch her mouth.” He gets up quickly punching a hole in the wall near your face. You stay still as tears fall from you eyes slowly.

No longer were the two of you a pair. The father daughter duo was dead. He iced you of the business. Meeting happening without you, transactions with your knowledge. He treated you like a stranger he shared a house with. But every chance you got when you would see him. You questioned him, wanted him to feel bad. No answer at this point would satisfy you, you know that. But you hoped the guilt would eat at his soul for the rest of time. You were there to remind him. And he didn’t like that.

It was the day before you turned eighteen, when you were surprised with a knock on the door. The men claimed to be doctors as they grabbed you by the wrist, throwing you in their car, declaring you insane. You didn’t understand what was happening and that only made them laugh sealing their opinion on what state your mind was as you panicked. The doctors told you nothing but that your father had expressed concerns over your health. And that he was doing this for your own good. Being there made you feel insane but you tried your best to repeal the order to get out. But the doctors were well played off, some of the nurses being Georges goons, no one would let you out unless he said so. Until Tommy Shelby came in, of course you were finally free from that cage.

So now you stand in front of this man, you had idolized and called father. A man who now is only a murderer, a thief, a low life, your enemy. You clench your jaw as he opens his arms to you. The wrinkles on Georges face crease as he smiles. He’s older in the face and hold a cane in his hand.

“What? No hug?”

“Fuck off.”

“What a lovely choice of words. Im glad to see your okay. I meant to visit…” You glare at him, “but I’ve been busy. Its good to finally find you.”

“You don’t have to play dumb. How long have you been following me. Ive noticed since a month ago.”

“Hmm you’re slacking. Its been longer than that. You really think I would let my daughter be out and about, not knowing shes safe.”

“I had hoped the rumors of your death were true. Guess I hoped too much.”

“Ah yes your little hit on me. Didn’t go as planned did it.” He glances over at the smoke floating in the town miles from us, “Your work I assume.”

“Did you do that to Trinity?”

“It wasn’t anything personal. No need to throw a tantrum.”

You huff and hold yourself back from stabbing right where he stood. “You had no right-“

George interrupts you, “After the stunt you pulled. Asking Thomas Shelby to kill me in exchange you tell him a few locations. You know what he did when he found me. He shook my hand. The man helps me fake my death, im off to America. Can you guess where?”

“New York.”

“That’s right and its bigger and its booming, honey. And here you are sleeping with a man who lies to you, who is no different than me or the other men ive killed or hurt.”

“Im not-not” You blush at the accusation your father throws to you. You had forgotten for a second how Tommy Shelby was involved in this. You remember asking him and never getting a clear answer. Especially when you were so unsure with what was going on, you should have pressed more. Not been so easy to trust him. You could have been more prepared for this, left the country sooner.

“Listen, I’m just here to help you-“

“By locking me up calling me crazy, or was it when you killed my mother, or had me followed or when you killed my friend.”

“I understand your mad. But honey we are better as a team than not. Remember me and you fighting the world together.” He uses a funny light hearted voice. One that he would use only to manipulate you when you were younger.

“What do you want from me?”

He sighs, “I need a peace treaty. And the family’s got this son.-“

You scoff, “Are you kidding me?”

“its what best for our family. And honestly you have no choice in the matter. Ill drag you there myself if I have to.”

“I’d like to see you try.” You pull put your knife and hold it out in attack position.

“You’re gonna kill me, your old man,” He uses a mockingly sad voice before erupting into a mad laughter, “You might as well do it now cause you wouldn’t want me as your enemy.”

“I think it might be too late for that.” You press the knife against your own throat, pressing hard against your skin. You can feel a trickle of warm blood run down. Now George finally panics.

“Hey, Hey! Don’t do that!” He yells.

“Walk out of here and don’t turn back. Now! “You command.

Your father follows your orders because you knew it as well as he that in this game you were now an important chess piece. And he wouldn’t have no use with a dead bride.

“I’ll be seeing you very soon.” He says as he walks further and further away. You watch until his figure is nothing more than a blur. That’s when you finally release the grip on your knife.

You sit down on the ground and quietly sob into your hands. You don’t know the time when you finally stop but its still night and still no train. You hear the sound of a lighter flicking on. You curse under your breath as you get up, ready to die tonight if it meant not being in your fathers plan.

“You are really testing my patience tonight.” You say turning around. Only it wasn’t your father standing there.

“Cigarette? You look like you could use one.” The deep voice says. And there you are, Face to face once again with Thomas Shelby.

#Tommy Shelby #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby x you #peaky blinder fanfic #fanfic

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kandadiff · 3 years ago

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Runnin' with the Devil 1

You watched your husband from your place on the couch and pulled your legs into your body in an attempt to warm them, your mind wandering to just a year ago. Where you were in the warm arms of Jay Park, spoiled with champagne and as much sweet things as you could fill yourself with. But now . 'Nothing like how it used to be,' You thought. You missed Jay, he made you laugh, not that you did much of that these days. How could you? When you were in the same house with your biggest enemy?

Your eyes wandered over to the massive ring that stood out on your finger, making your hand look even smaller then it already was. The huge diamond complimented by the other diamonds that rounded the rock, gold encasing their holding and a small red dragon engraved within the main diamond. It was no mistake what this ring truly symbolized. You belonged to him now, The Red Dragons and the Kwon Family.

Your mind floated to when the Red Dragon rescued you from the Brotherhood. You were with Jay on his arm at one of his lavish parties that he threw every year to keep the peace between the families that ran the state. Except instead of the night being filled with the sound of laughter from to much drinks and music from the DJ, it was swollen with blood and gun shots. At first it was Jay that grabbed you when he heard the first gun shot ring out into the air made by some hired man. He pushed you to his second in command, Jackson, and you were with Jackson for a long time until a bullet went through his chest and your face became streaked red. Another Brotherhood member, Chan Bang, grabbed you and seemed to bring you toward the masked intruders who in shock all you could do was watch as they shot down people like it was a sport. Most of them laughing as they did so. You fought against Chan, but maybe it was the excessive alcohol your drank that made you unable to get out of his iron grip or the fear of being next. One of Chan's close friends, Hyungjin brought Min and Suzy, a short bubbly girl and a baby faced angel of a girl who were dating another brotherhood member, and you watched as the masked man shoot both of them point blank as they begged for there life before he pointed the gun at you.

yA pop rang out in the air and instead of you going into the pile of bodies with Min and Suzy, it was the masked man. POP! Another one shot down Chan, you came loose from his grip as he fell into the piles. However before you could run the shooter grabbed you. "Let's go!" his voice was rough but his touch was gentle yet urgent. He led you through the ballroom avoiding the gunshots with skill, as though he was trained for this his entire life. You knew who he was, everyone did. Jiyong Kwon, son of YoungHwan Kwon leader of the Red Dragon's and next to take over. Once you were outside he rushed you into a car and drove as fast as he can while cops sped past him heading to the bloody scene which would later be called THE BALLROOM MASSACRE.

He brought you back to his lavish penthouse and brought a doctor (thats how you reconnected with me) to check on you and him. Physically, you were unhurt minus a few scratches but mentally- you were not. He suggested you stay with him for a few days until everything cooled down. And during that time, the news of the event, soiled your mind more and more everyday as more and more bodies were counted as dead. People you knew, people who you laughed with, cried with, loved. Gone. No news of what happened to Jay - you presumed he was dead. Only seeing Jackson on the TV, beat up and on crutches. Through all that Jiyong was there for you, one drunken night bringing you close, spilling secrets to each other with the only witness the fire that burned in the fireplace as you drank. Those few days turned into months and soon you found yourself in love with the man especially when he drafted another peace treaty with the other mafia families and excited those who killed at the Ballroom Massacre.

Which is how you ended up with two children babbling upstairs. You aren't sure how you became pregnant - not at first at least. You were careful or at least you thought you were. You used condoms, even had an IUD. But one day you were feeling nauseous and bloated and tender and he suggested going to the doctor. He made me come to the house and take blood, a few minutes later you found you were pregnant. And though Jiyong tried to hide it, we argued or were cold with each other every time we saw each other. 7 months later you gave birth to Anastasia Min-Lee Kwon and Apollo Taehyun Kwon and you were married at a huge ceremony in the city that was more protected then the royal family. But like all good things, that too must come to an end and thats when your life, which seemed to be going to well fell apart in your hands.

"About" stomach turned as you thought about that day only a week and a half ago. You sat in my house, a smaller less extravagant house then yours however the garden that surrounded it was a perfect place to sit. A gazebo gifted to us by Jiyong after I helped you after the massacre, is where we sat. Eating at the small table watching while, Marceline and Salem played with the babies, your nannies enjoying that they are getting a quick break in this picturesque area.

You smiled hearing the sound of your babies laughing, happy to hear it without your father in law interrupting the noise, you were about to comment on it when I interrupted your thoughts. "I wish I could have protected them better." Your eyebrow raised at the serious of my tone but before you could ask I spoke again "with Marcie mostly," I clarified "Salem - he doesn't know all that Marceline knows." I hadn't really gotten into what happened in the past before I showed up back in this town. But I left with a man named Negan and came back with a little girl and a friendship with Mr. YoungHwan Kwon and a body guard only known to you as Suga.

You weren't sure what to say so you said "We do all we can, you know. You're a good mother." You looked at me concerned seeing something clearly on my mind. "Whats wrong?"

"I'm sorry, adi." Confused you just looked at me waiting for me to explain. "I wished I could have protected you too."

Your mind flicked to the bloody mess of that night and you shook your head, in an attempt to stop thinking about it. "You couldn't have known, you weren't even there."

"I wished that I could have protected you from Jiyong," I said and your mind swirled in even more confusion. "I should have warned you when he took you from Jay. But I didn't want to believe he would do that- I was so stupid. Yoongi told me but I didn't believe him. Then when you got pregnant- Yoongi and me were trying to have Sunday. He was so happy when he first held him, I don't think ive ever seen him happier. The smile didn't leave his face for weeks and even now every time he speaks about the kids his face still lights up the same way it did all those years ago. He even tattooed there names on his chest, that was the first thing he did out of the hospital. I saw the same thing in Taeyang when he had his son, and in Bom and her husband; just pure unfiltered joy." You raised an eyebrow about to ask what that had to do with anything when I looked at you. "When I Jiyong told me you were pregnant, that look - wasn't there. It was something else; something darker, like he had just accomplished his master plan. Then I remembered you told me you had an IUD and you wore condoms. So after I took your blood, I went into your bedroom and searched until I found the condoms and went to the sink. I filled all of them with water and each one had holes in it. I told Yoongi about it and he questioned the other doctor on Jiyong's payroll - after about an hour with Yoongi he admitted to drugging your wine and taking it out."

Your heart sunk, no, your husband wouldn't do that to you. I was mistaken - it had to be some kind of joke. You shook your head but I nodded.

"Its true." I said "and he found out I knew, thats when you caught us arguing. He knew after getting you knocked up, you'd marry him. He pretended he was the perfect husband so why wouldn't you?" You looked down at your ring instantly feeling nauseous.

"Why didn't you say something?!" you shouted bitterly catching the attention of the nannies. I waved at them to continue and told you to stay quiet. "Why should I?!"

"Because he's listening." I said motioning to the ladies. One of them carried a small device pinned to her chest, it was supposed to be just a pin but I knew what they were. A little transmitter like Negan used to use.

You're heart beat fast in your chest and you forced yourself to be quieter. "why didn't you tell me?" I motioned once again to the kids. "Oh please, Jiyong wouldn't kill kids." I sighed and unfolded a small series of pictures. There you saw pictures - candid shots of mine and Yoongi's small family, shopping, eating, taking them to school along with a phone number written in Jiyong's district handwriting along with the words 'Keep my secret and ill keep yours'. "What does this mean? who's phone number is this?"

"Negan's." I said simply and before you can ask why can't he know I stopped you. "I didn't just leave Negan. I escaped from him, he wouldn't let me leave and he killed everyone who tried to help me or talk to me. His entire fucking compound is decorated with the body parts of people I used to be friends with. He wanted me to rely on him and only him. He wouldn't even let me out with Marcie without him. When I left he told me he'd kill Marceline in front of me if I didn't come back to him. For the next week he killed a woman every single day, just cause they sort of looked like me. The day I got out of that town he killed a woman and her son because he thought it was me and Marcie in disguise, the little boy was only 4 years old and he shot him in front of his mother and strung her up on a tree in the park. Imagine what he would do to them" I looked at the laughing children, "or Yoongi, I know if I ever see Negan again I'm dead but I'm not going to let him find out about anyone else."

For a while you were silent, sitting in the news that shattered your view of your once perfect family. "Why now?" You asked after a while.

"We're leaving - it's the only safe option and I want you to come with us. Take your children and come with us. You aren't safe there." I said and you let out a shaky sigh "Yoongi is the best at disappearing; we'll be untraceable." You heard the nannies in the distance telling the kids its time to go inside and I stood up. You eyes wandered to the children running towards you while the nannies, wheeled the baby carriages over towards us.

"Mommy!" Marceline shouted holding up a handful of flowers "Look!" The nannies approached at a quick speed, to quick for your liking; if you were going to meet me, how were your going to know where?

"Look like its time to go Mrs. Kwon" one of them said to you "Mr. Kwon is calling."

"Good;" I smiled acting as though I didn't drop that bomb on you. "Have a good trip home," I lifted your twins out of there carriage and kissed each on the cheek. "say goodbye to your aunt." My children wrapped there small arms around your legs shoving flowers into your hands and pockets, causing you to laugh and hug each of them. I hugged you tight and picked up a flower that fell from your pocket and put it in your hand where you felt the soft piece of paper wrapped smoothly around the stem. "I hope to see you soon."

Now a week and a half later you still had the piece of paper buried in the small flap under the felt of your jewelry box watching as Jiyong laughed with TOP at a show they were both watching wondering how your life got so fucked up.

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queenmuzz · 5 years ago

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Deep Blue Sea: Chapter IV

The way to a merman’s heart....

For a link to the full story on Ao3, click here

“You gotta be more specific than 'small silvery fish with spots' when describing the type you like, Vergil. That covers dozens of groups, let alone individual types.” You sat, back to the glass, while on your laptop, pulling up picture after picture of similar looking fish. Vergil floated behind your shoulder, steadily dismissing each picture.

“Well, the issue is that you humans seem to have picked a different name for it than we have” he almost seemed faintly amused at your frustration.

“What does the name 'Cordina' mean anyway?” You closed the browser window with the latest batch of rejected pictures. Well, it wasn't herring... what if it was a fish that humans just didn't eat?

“It is just a name in Old Mer. Do your names of your food staples have to mean something?”

He had a point. A cow was just that... a cow. You grumbled, this was going nowhere... You slammed the laptop shut, and spun to face him. He had been a lot closer than you expected, nearly plastered to the glass, and he quickly darted back, as if he had been caught doing something bad. Had there been no glass or water there, you would have been able to feel his breath on the back of your neck.... the thought of that made you feel warm...

“Alright wise guy, tell me something else about the fish, like how it moves, where it lives, any peculiar oddities it doesn't share with any other fish.” He cocked his head to the side, and his eyes looked upward as he recalled the information.

“It prefers cold water, and usually stays in the far south, ” He said, which was no help. Quite a few species were like that. “But...every so often, when the seasons make a full cycle, a current of cold water juts far north, and the Cordina follow it, to forage in the new territory. At the same time, the warmth of the Ringed Sea pushes against it, forcing the fish into a long narrow column, close to the coast. And since the water is shallow, the fish are easy picking for both the birds above and the predators below. And thus, the feeding begins”

Hmmm, that sounded familiar...you wracked your brain, trying to remember where you had heard of that phenomenon. A memory of a professor, showing an image of the east coast of Southern Africa...AHA! You yanked open your laptop again, and typed in words, bringing up the image of a fish that fit the description. Flipping it around, you showed him.

“BEHOLD! The Sardine! Specifically Sardinops sagax, South African Sardine ” You watched as he cautiously approached the glass, peering at the image, scrutinizing it. You felt a sudden nervousness, as if you were waiting for your exam marks to be revealed.

And then he smiled.

It was a small smile, barely visible, but it was genuine, and beautiful. Something you wanted to see all the time.

“You're very knowledgeable about such things, I hadn't thought that you, a human, would know about something so far away, and in the ocean, to boot.”

“Well, it's what I studied in university” you watched the confused look on his face, “That's where some people go to learn things so they can specialize. Some want to learn about computers,” you tapped the laptop, “Some learn to teach children, and some, like me, want to learn and explore the ocean. Migration patterns of Sardines aren't my specialty, but we did learn about them from about a lecturer who had studied it.”

“Not your specialty?” He asked.

Well, the ocean is vast and for the most part, we don't know what's down there...so a lot of us just focus on one Ocean, one particular ecosystem, hell, sometimes one type of individual fish. I prefer to study the deep ocean, it's a whole new world out there. We know more about the moon-”

“The moon?”

“The thing in the sky, usually you see it at night, cycles between getting bigger and smaller...”

“Ah, the Tidemother....”

It had a nice ring to it, you thought... very romantic, you'd have to ask him more about terms he used. “Anyways, the cutting edge of what we don't understand is the deep ocean, since we can't just... go.. there. Not to mention, it's an entire ecosystem that's not dependent on the sun...the Moon's daytime counterpart.” you clarified.

"Tidefather” he responded, “and no doubt, once you scour the sea floor, you will find a way to exploit it, as humans are wont to do. Never satisfied with their lot in life, they take, and take, and take...” His fists balled up, and even though you were separated by thick glass, you felt the urge to scoot away. The old look of hatred you had first encountered came back with a vengeance.

“What? No!” you responded. “I mean, humanity as a whole has done a lot of damage, I'll admit to that, but we're trying to get better...bit by bit.”

“Fitting words for the daughter of a murderer...” he shot back, an you winced. He had a point. Your father's company (and soon to be yours) harvested thousands and thousands of tonnes of fish each year. But something didn't make sense...

“Not that I'm accusing you or anything, but you've been going after my father's fishing vessels, but I remember that during the Sardine Run, fishermen from the villages on the coast come out in droves to harvest the fish as well, why not attack them?”

A pregnant pause, and you were afraid you had offended him “They merely harvest to feed their families, and their fellow humans, and besides, they are merely one fish in a shoal. I do not feel ill will towards them anymore then I do against any of the other predators.” he calmly explained, before returning to his anger “However, when those ships, with nets that can envelop and harvest countless fish, can scour the oceans clean to feed their hungry maws, that's what I take issue with...”

“Point taken...but if I'm going to get you some of the fish, I'm going to have to buy it from someone who most likely participates in that sort of thing... so it's either kelp, another fish I can get locally, or... this.” He hesitated for moment, before bowing his head in defeat.

“If this is the price for keeping my sanity, so be it”

******

You sat on aquarium platform, with a plate of fresh sardines splayed out in an amateur design, as if it was a plate of hors d'oeuvres at a fancy dinner. Unfortunately, there hadn't been much choice at the market, so you were only able to procure a little over a dozen of the fresh ones (and had managed to finagle a deal with a bemused fishmonger to get a regular supply, citing that you were rehabilitating some sea mammal, it was technically true) but it would take a while to get the supply going. So, you attempted a substitute, which you stacked beside the plate. Cans, and cans, and cans of Sardines. The look the cashier gave you, and the way her eyes darted down to your stomach, to see if you were pregnant, was worth it, even if Vergil ended up hating the stuff.

“So, it doesn't look like sardines are in season, so the ones I got might not be the best condition,” you apologized as you opened one of the sardine cans, one packed in salt water. Perhaps he would like the canned ones that tasted as plain as possible, and then you could try out the more flavourful combinations.

Vergil pulled himself up onto the platform, scaring the bejeesus out of you. “Sheesh, give a gal a warning before you do something like that!”

The merman chuckled...his voice, now 'real' echoed through the room “Apologies, I take it you thought we do not surface.” (you made a mental note to attempt to make him laugh again.)

“Well, it doesn't seem very practical,” you said. “You seem to be specialized for aquatic travel, while being rather clumsy on land. The inverse is true for humans.” You realized how dry and clinical that sounded, how close you were to sounding like Doctor Griffon. Your hands covered your mouth “Oh God, that sounded so bad, I'm really... really sorry!”

Vergil chuckled again (tingles went down your spine, perhaps the tales of the merfolk's alluring voices had a kernel of truth.) “It is forgiven, you cannot help how you think. You seem to be a person who is constantly observing, eager to learn. There is nothing to be ashamed in that, as long as you realize your limitations. Something the 'Good Doctor' could take a lesson on...”

He picked up one of the sardines by his tail, and with a quick motion that surprised you, he swallowed the fish whole, bones and all. At first you thought it was because he was famished, but then one sardine turned into two, then three, then half a dozen were gulped like a baleen whale gulping an entire shoal. You were used to animals eating like that, but the image of someone so humanlike.... well, you excused yourself, and went into the kitchen to get yourself something to eat (and hopefully settle your stomach). You weren't sure what you wanted, but you wanted something quick and easy.... And as you checked your cupboards, you found it... a plastic package. Pulling out a pot and filling it with water, you began to cook.

Five minutes later, you came out with a steaming bowl of ramen in salty broth. And what you saw nearly made you laugh. Vergil had devoured the entire plate of sardines, the opened can of of sardines in salt water, and was attempting to open another can, one with sardines packed in olive oil. He wasn't having much luck with it, frowning intently as he rotated the can, attempting to find out how to open the treasure box. You stood back, allowing him to explore, until he finally figured the pull tab, and with a bit of effort, he ripped open the top. He grinned at his success, but in his attempt to grab the reward within, he gripped the can by the sharp, recently opened edge. The can was dropped onto the platform with a clatter as he hissed in pain. A stream of blood bloomed on his palm. Quickly setting your bowl down, you ran over.

“Oh no, are you alright?” and before he could protest, you grabbed his hand to inspect the damage. Vaguely, you realized this was the first time you had touched him. His hands were remarkably soft, especially considering the salt water that he spent his life in. A thin red line on his palm indicated a pretty nasty cut....Or it would have, if it was not rapidly healing in front of your eyes.

“How in the...”

“We heal fairly rapidly, especially compared to you humans, we're not sure why, but it grants us a resiliency that most creatures in the ocean lack. How you humans survive without that ability, I have no idea” He, huffed, amused as you used your ratty old shirt to wipe the blood away to reveal that, yes the cut had healed within a few moments, leaving not even a scar. “You didn't have to do that, I would have licked it off.”

“You...lick your own blood?” you asked, part appalled, part intrigued.

“The less blood we shed, the less likely predators will be attracted,” he explained, and you realized that was probably the same reason for his super-healing. Or if a shark or something did approach, the merfolk would be healed enough to fight back or flee. You were learning more and more things about these people, and just by having a conversation, and treating him as an equal. The 'Doctor' was an idiot, he could have gained so much more knowledge, but no, he was compelled to be a douchebag.

As Vergil (carefully) opened another can of sardines, this time in tomato sauce, you went back to your bowl, now reasonably cooled off, and began slurping away. You watched as he swallowed the sardine, and resisted the urge to laugh at the face he made.

“Not a fan, eh? Ah well, you can't like everything.”

“Indeed, a bit too...sweet for my taste” He looked at the other cans, his brow furrowed, before he looked at you, no, he was looking at the bowl in your lap. The tip of his tongue stuck out, as if he was attempting to mentally form a sentence.

“Would you like to try some of my ramen? It's very salty, probably right up your alley”

“My alley?”

“It means I think you'll like it”

He hesitated for a second...before he nodded, and twirling your fork, you wound a small sized portion, before handing the fork to him. You'd expected (foolishly, in hindsight) that he'd take the fork from you, but instead, he shimmied a bit towards your direction, and carefully, fed off your fork. You couldn't resist giggling as he politely slurped up the noodles. “So, how is it?”

He didn't answer, his smile did more than words ever could

#Devil may cry #Merfolk AU #Vergil #Mergil #Vergill #vergil x reader #DON'T JUDGE READER FOR EATING RAMEN WITH A FORK!

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lakinda5654 · 5 years ago

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Forgotten Forgiveness

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One-Shot story of Loki x Reader. You wake up in the hospital with amnesia and discover that Loki is your fiance, but you don’t remember him.

Contains: Fluff, cursing

Word Count: 5.901

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The steady electronic beeping is the first thing you hear. Then there’s the crinkling of plastic. There are voices, and footsteps following them, but they sound distant.

You then become aware of your hands, and the soft sheets cradling them at your sides. Your head is resting of a fluffed pillow, and your hair tickles your shoulders as you begin to move your stiff neck.

You take in your first, heavy breath, and the room around you smells of cleaning solutions. When you breathe is also when you feel the tube, going all the way down your throat and coming out of your mouth.

Finally, you flicker open your eyes. What happened?

It’s clearly a hospital, but you don’t remember coming in or being hurt. Worry and panic start to flood your weak body, and you look around. That’s when you feel the throbbing on your head. Your forehead has a significant bump that has stitches across the cut over the front of it. Upon further inspection of your body, you have an IV flowing liquid into your left arm, and your entire body is sore. Your abdomen is wrapped in a layer of bandage. There are cuts and abrasions littering your arms and a particularly bad bruise on your collar bone.

With more effort than you should need, you manage to turn your head slightly to the side. In the edge of your vision, you see a man in the visitor’s chair sitting under several floating “get well soon” balloons. Next to him is a vase of flowers that have clearly started to lose their luster.

You turn your head more, to get a better look at who is next to you, so they can help you and get this tube out of your throat.

He is asleep, that’s the first thing you notice. His long hair goes down to his shoulders, and it is jet black. He’s wearing comfortable clothes- a grey sweatshirt and some black sweatpants. His body is slumped down in the chair. There is a thick book in his hands and he had clearly fallen asleep reading it, with his head leaning on the counter next to him. He’s obviously not hospital staff... you think. So what is he doing here?

There are no other patients in the small room. When you try to speak, only a painful wheeze comes out with the tube in your throat. Desperate to get some help and information at this point, you weakly reach out your arm and hit the metal railing of your bed.

The man in the chair starts awake, his book sliding to the floor in the process. His eyes awaken and brighten when they lock onto yours. “Darling?” He stood up and got far too close to you, cupping your face in his hands. He lets out a short breath, and his eyes seem to be tearing up. “Darling!” He presses his forehead against yours. His voice is deep and gravelly from sleep, it is filled with joy.

What the hell... You try to move away, but your weakness and his hands on your face prevent you.

“I thought I’d lost you. you must never scare me this way again, do you hear me?” You feel a tear land on your face.

Anxiety is now pumping through your veins like poison. What is going on?

“Love... are you alright? he asks you, finally seeing the fear in your eyes. He is still so overjoyed that he barely noticed your obvious discomfort.

Your eyes wide, you try to process how to handle this situation. He’s crazy... I just need someone I can tell and I’m sure the nurses will help me...

You lightly tug at the tube in your mouth, trying to get the man to leave and get a nurse in the room.

“Oh, of course,” He looks up and back to the hall, still radiating relief at your consciousness. “I’ll retrieve a healer, just a moment darling.” He kisses your forehead and goes out to the hall.

You take a moment to breathe and look around. You have no idea what time it is, and there are no windows to help you figure it out.

A kind looking nurse enters the room and smiles warmly at you. It would have been a comforting feeling if you weren't still so focused on the strange man smiling at you just behind her.

“Good morning sweetheart. Let’s get this out and you’ll be much more comfortable.” She said. As she checks your vitals and examins a few other things, your eyes keep glancing nervously over to the man staring at you.

He seems to notice your fear and comes closer. “It’s alright love, this will be over quickly and I can finally hear that beautiful voice of yours again.” As he takes your hand, you can’t help but jerk it away, your anxiety building higher every time this stranger gets closer.

His emerald eyes are locked onto you and he backs away, lost in thought. He tilts his head, and his eyes narrow. The concern seems to wash over him as you look back to the nurse.

“Alright, you ready? Take 2 big breaths in for me.”

You follow her instruction.

“Ok here we go, take one more big breath and hold it.”

As you hold your breath, you feel the relief of the scratchy tube exiting your throat. But the relief is quickly replaced by discomfort, and you begin to cough excessively as the mucus in your throat dislodges.

“There we go, great job sweetheart, just cough it out. I’ll get you some water.”

“w-” you tried to tell her to wait, to not leave you alone with this obsessive stranger, but your coughing stops you. You feel a hand on your shoulder, rubbing back and forth.

You quickly jolt to the side, avoiding the touch.

“Love, is everything alright...” he said once more, looking at you with much more worry now furrowing his brow.

“Here we go.” The nurse returned, giving you the water you desperately needed to wet your dry throat.

“Alright. anything bothering you? Are you comfortable? We just need to ask you a few questions okay?” she said in her soothing tone.

“Y...yes,” your voice adjusted to being used for the first time in who knows how long. “I am uncomfortable... miss I...” you eyed the man nervously. You tried to lower your voice. “I don’t know who that is. He’s been saying all these things and holding my hands, I think he’s got the wrong room or...” Your voice shakily faded out.

The nurses face fell, and she looked at the dark-haired man with a face that you didn’t expect. It looked like sympathy.

When your eyes flicker back to him, his mouth is hanging slightly open. “What do you mean you don’t...” His eyes were wide.

“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to step out of the room with me for a moment-”

“No.” he practically hissed at the nurse. “I will not leave her side. She is ill. She has to...” His voice leaves him as he looks at you again, with tears welling in his eyes and he shakes his head slightly in disbelief. “She wouldn’t forget me.” He looked almost aggressive now as he stared at the nurse.

“Sir, please come with me.”

“I will not.”

“I will have to call security sir and-

“if you even dare to attempt to pull me from my-” His words fall when he sees your face once more.

You are crying now, the confusion and pain of this entire situation overwhelming you.

He rushes to your side and kneels down to be at your level. His hand begins to brush your hair out of your face. “Darling I-”

You jolt away from his touch, covering your eyes with your hands. “Please go away. Please. You’re scaring me. I don’t know who you are. I don’t know why I’m here or what happened to me. Please just go away...” Your quiet sobs fall into your hands and you curl up on your side, facing away from the man.

You don’t feel any more touches or hear any more words from that deep voice. When you look up, to your relief, the room is empty.

Several minutes pass before the nurse re-enters your room. She flashes you a sympathetic smile before closing the door behind her.

“Please tell me what's going on,” you plead to her.

“I will. I just need to ask you a few questions first.” She said, pulling out a clipboard. “What is your name?”

“(Y/N)”

“Where do you live (Y/N)?”

“New York”

“Good. What year is it?”

“It’s...um” I don’t know that. Why don’t I know that?? “I’m not...sure” Confusion and anxiety flood you once more.

The nurse asks you more basic questions, most of which you know the answer to.

“Can I please know what’s going on now?” you beg her.

“Yes sweetie, I can. Though I’m afraid it isn’t the easiest story to hear.” She let out a sigh and pulls up the chair that the man had fallen asleep in before, and sits at your bedside.

“You are in a hospital in New York City. 2 days ago, you were in a very serious car accident while riding in a taxi. A semi hit your side of the car straight on. You hit your head and were knocked out, but more severely a piece of debris became lodged quite deeply into your side. It hit your liver and required surgery to repair. You will still need to be recovering for some time.”

“Oh...” is all you have the ability to say. It was so much to take in.

“The other important detail...” she paused to either allow herself to think of what to say, or allow me to process what she already had.

“Is that it appears you have retrograde amnesia, caused by your head injury. It means you have lost some of your memories, but only the more recent ones. That man... he wasn’t a stranger. I know it may seem like it, but he actually was your fiance.”

My fiance?!? Your heart feels as though it has forgotten to beat for a moment, and you find yourself trying to catch your breath.

The nurse sees your wide eyes and takes your hand to comfort you. “I know this is a lot to take in, but retrograde amnesia often resolves on its own. The more time you spend around the people and places you lost, the more likely you’ll be able to get all of the memories back.”

“Okay...” you managed to croak out. “But... who else have I forgotten?”

“Well, I’m afraid I’m not sure sweetheart. There’s a slew of people in the waiting room here to visit you, but how are you feeling about everything right now? Many amnesia patients don’t want to immediately try to have their old memories forced back to the surface, it can be a bit overwhelming.” She explains as she tucks a fresh, warm blanket around you.

“No... I don’t want to wait. I want to see them.” You said to her flatly. I have to know. What life did I build here... what did I accomplish? What you do remember is moving to New York. How you’d always dreamed of living in the city and managed to get your hands on a roommate downtown. You had plenty of money saved up, and your first priority was to find a job...

“Alright. We will meet with them and send them in one at a time, okay?” She gives your hand a reassuring squeeze and leaves the room.

One by one, they came. To your shock and awe, you do remember most of them... from the news. My god, how did I manage this? Icons such as Tony Stark, Black Widow, the Scarlet Witch. All of them had the same story- you became friends as you seemed to visit the residential floor of the tower every day to see your lover, Loki. You lived with them in the Avengers tower after Loki proposed to you and you moved there with him. Since then, you’ve become a part of the family.

Many of them show you pictures. That’s the trippiest part. It’s one thing to hear about all the things you’ve done with no knowledge of them, and an entirely different thing to see it. Pictures with you and Natasha and Wanda having girls nights, dressing up or watching movies in your pajamas. Pictures with you and Loki side by side, looking as happy as you could ever be. Pictures of you, Tony, Banner, and several other men working on some futuristic science project, though you were likely just watching them work. What strikes you the hardest is just how happy you look in all these photos...

The meetings ended with one man, a giant of a man. He is blonde and also has long hair like your fiancé.

“Hello (Y/N).” His voice was deep and strong, but quiet at the moment. His face seemed to hold a mix of emotion, with pity, sadness, and fear all rolled into one. “I am Thor. I was to be your brother in law.”

Oh... this is Loki’s brother. “Hi, Thor,” you say timidly, quite shy in front of such a massive person.

“I just wanted to thank you.”

Now that you didn’t expect. “Oh... thank me for what?”

Well... you have said you remember who we are... even if you don’t remember our friendships. I’m just very glad that you are not so quick to become afraid of the person you loved. Even with all his past, I’m sure you recall- I know you will come to love him again as well.” He smiles warmly at you.

“Wait why- why would I be afraid?” Your voice began to tremble a bit. It was odd, that you don’t remember Loki as part of the team that you would see on the news or read about online.

“Well... you know. With his past.” He began to stumble on his words. “I’m just saying you aren't fleeing and rejecting him instantly, which is important. You still love him somewhere in there, I just know it.” He awkwardly boops your forehead with his finger, but you are still afraid and confused.

“Thor. I don’t know Loki. I don’t know or remember his past. What do I have to be afraid of?” Your voice is audibly shaking now. He paused, suddenly turning pale. “Thor. Tell me.”

He stumbled. “Well, you know it’s... it’s really not that big of a deal. It’s just- it was a while ago and-”

“TELL ME WHAT I SHOULD BE AFRAID OF!” You finally lose your patience and yell at the bulky but now timid man in front of you.

Thor let out a worrisome sigh. “He... he is the man that lead that attack on New York several years ago.”

That was him?! You can actually feel your soul leaving your body at that moment. No. You refuse to believe it. You would never allow yourself to date such a horrid person, let alone marry them.

You can feel your heart pounding out of your chest, and hot tears begin to fall from your eyes. Your hands are shaking out of your control, and your breath is escaping you, not giving you the amount of oxygen you feel you so desperately need. You immediately roll over into your pillow and let out a screaming sob. This is too much... how could I ever let myself...

There are soon hands rubbing your shoulder, and you hear the nurses kind voice. “It’s alright sweetie, it’s ok. He’s gone now. Let’s give you a break...”

Slowly, you drift off to sleep, letting your tears soak into the white cotton pillowcase.

~~~

It has been three days since you spoke with your old friends. The nurses have told you that you’re ready for discharge. You still need to spend most of your time resting though, as your abdomen is still healing.

You really didn’t have a choice as to where you would live, all of your things were still in the tower and you no longer had an apartment, and you obviously couldn’t work for your own income yet with your injuries.

When you arrive at the tower via taxi, it seems daunting. There are businessmen and women walking in and out, tourists taking pictures, and a receptionist at the front desk.

Home sweet home... you think to yourself sarcastically. The receptionist directs you to the 5th floor. Your breath was shaky as you took the short elevator ride up. When the silvery doors slide open, you walk slowly inside what seems like a futuristic living room. Tall windows span one of the walls, and couches and chairs lay in mini lounge areas around the room. All the people that visited you minus a few are here, and some faces you hadn’t seen before. They all turn to look at you as the elevator closes behind your back.

“(Y/N)! You’re back!” Thor’s deep voice echoes off the high ceiling of the room.

You smile weakly.

“Do you remember anything new?” Natasha asks you hopefully.

Your smile fades and you shake your head, looking down to the ground. “I just want my friends back. That’s why I’m here. I want to have you guys back. I saw those pictures and I’ve never looked so happy before. I want to be that happy again. I hope that maybe living here... we can rebuild our friendships.” You say as the group walks to you and gives you hugs of welcome and pats on the shoulder. Everyone is welcoming and kind as you try to put names to every face permanently in your mind.

After a while of conversation amount the group, you speak up. “So... can I maybe, have my own room? I’m really not comfortable with...um...”

The group exchanged worried glances. “Yes that should be fine, we just need to speak with Loki....” Wanda says with a nervous tone. She glanced at Thor, almost nudging him with her eyes to go into the room to speak with him.

“Lady (Y/N), do you think you can speak with him, even just for a moment? He really hasn’t been doing well since your accident...”

You process this for a moment. You do have some questions for him, and as nervous as you are, it needed to be done. So you nod your head at Thor. “Ok.”

He goes with you and knocks on the door to Loki’s room. Well, you and Loki’s room. “Loki?”

There is only silence in response. “Lady (Y/N) has returned. She still doesn’t remember anything, but she wishes to speak with you.”

There is a pause before the door opens on its own. Thor notices your disbelief and quickly explains it was his brothers magic, before gesturing you into the room.

The room in front of you is undoubtedly yours. Your succulents hung in gold, glass terrariums from the ceiling in the corner, and there are pictures of you with Loki littering the shelves and walls. You see your books on the several bookshelves, along with others that are distinctly not yours. The room also shows the taste of your used-to-be partner, with gold, black, and green lining all the furniture. A plush black rug climbs between your toes as you step inside.

Loki steps out of the bathroom. His eyes are heavy and red, and his dark circles seem to steal some of the light you had seen in his green eyes 3 days ago. “Hello (Y/N).” He seemed to be holding himself back, wanting to throw his arms around you, but instead wringing them together in front of him.

You give him a light smile, feeling more uncomfortable by the minute.

He stands there silently for a moment, not taking his eyes off you. “I miss you love. I miss you so much. I will do whatever it takes to help you remember. I know you are in there...I will do anything I can.” He steps forward and tries to take your hands, but you back away, forcing him to retreat with a wilted expression.

He certainly doesn’t seem evil... For a moment you even think you feel a spark of pain for him, how difficult this must be...

No. You refuse to be a part of this. “Loki, you killed people. Many innocent people. I have no idea what I was thinking, and how I managed to end up here. But this me is the real me, unmanipulated. I cannot allow myself to be with the person who did... that.” You stand tall and hold yourself up, even though inside you’re a nervous wreck.

Loki doesn’t say anything. For a moment, his eyebrows raise. His mouth opens to speak, but nothing falls out. It was as if a knife had been driven through his chest.

Don’t have pity. He doesn’t deserve it. Remember what he did. You keep reminding yourself as he is visibly falling apart in front of you.

“I’m here to collect my things... Tony said I could live in a room of my own.”

Loki doesn’t speak. He looks around the room, at the pictures and at your things, your beanbag in the corner where you liked to read, your many potted plants. “Please stay with me. These things were ours and...”

“No, I want to have my own space,” you insist.

It was then that he seems to break. He looks at you, then closes his eyes before he leaves the room without a word.

Thor assisted you quietly as you moved into your own space. It was soothing, to have something as normal as this. All your books in their own shelf, all your plants growing happily on the windowsill in the sunshine.

For the next week, you begin to re-learn all of your friendships. Wanda offered to go into your head and try to save your memories, but you have made the decision that a fresh start is what you need. You don’t want to be dating a terrorist, because that’s essentially what he was. You would rebuild your friendships and get some kind of work somewhere in the tower when you were fully healed. Everything was looking up.

Except for one thing. When you returned to the tower, you began to have dreams each night. They would be foggy each morning and details were unreachable, but they would always cause you to wake up saddened. You only could barely remember Loki’s smiling face in one of them, sitting across from you at a table, drinking something from a mug. Laughing with you. Looking at you with those eyes...

But they would be gone as easily as they came, your mind trapping them away as you awakened.

During that week, Loki had been utterly nonexistent. He never showed himself, and only Thor would check in on him now and then to make sure he was alright. He was, of course, not alright. But he’ll get over it... it’s just a breakup. He’ll live. You always tried to convince yourself. But with each passing day lacking his presence, your argument seemed less and less solid.

Late one night, you awaken suddenly to the sound of shouting. Crashing. Something breaking. You throw on your robe and check the clock. 2:34 am. What is going on in the lobby at this hour?

As you open your door to enter the lobby, you come upon the scene of Wanda yelling at Loki. “I will not do it. I refuse. Stop threatening me and move on!” She practically screams it at him. Loki looks like he’s about to attack her when Thor runs from his doorway and stands between them. You can’t make out what Thor says to him, only that Loki turns and storms into his room, slamming the door behind him. Thor checked on Wanda, then she cleaned up a broken vase with her magic before locking eyes with you.

She walks up to you and lays a hand on your shoulder. “He wanted me to meddle with your mind while you were asleep to bring back your memory of him. I refused because you never gave consent, and he got angry. Everything is fine- don’t worry.” She gives you a reassuring smile. “Let’s go to bed.”

While you were shocked by his actions, you also felt guilt rising up in your stomach. The man haunting your dreams with his smile and those eyes... he was quite possibly out of ideas.

Another week passed after that incident. Loki hadn’t tried anything else except leaving you a note last night, saying how much he still loves and cares for you even if it has to be from a distance. You decide to call that progress.

One afternoon, you decide you’d go shopping with Wanda and Natasha. You finally are almost fully healed from the accident and are wanting to celebrate.

“Come on girl let’s go!” You hear Natasha’s voice outside your door. All dressed and ready to go, you pulled your wallet from your larger tote bag to put it in your much-more-chic blue clutch. Overly excited, you managed to catch your wallet on the handle of the tote bag, pulling it off of the table and spilling its contents all over the floor.

“Ugh. Just a second!” you call out to your waiting company. You begin to clean up the mess, most of the contents are from the hospital you had shoved away- this is the bag you had that day. There’s get well cards, the bracelet from admission, some wrappers, receipts from the cafeteria...

As you are scraping the contents back into the bag, something shiny catches your eye. It’s small, and the sun reflecting off of it makes you squint. You reach down and pick it up, examining it more closely.

It’s a ring. A beautiful, gold band. There are 2 golden leaves on each side of the center stone- a shining green emerald. On each side of the large stone were tiny sparkling diamonds. It’s honestly one of the prettiest rings you have ever seen.

Then you notice the inscription on the inside. You Will Always Be Mine

That’s when you feel it. That tug in your mind and the pounding in your chest. Without thinking, you push the ring onto your finger. It fits perfectly on you.

That’s when the wave of memories overwhelms you. Your breathing is heavy as you stare at the ring, and your missing year is given back to you.

Loki. Tears begin to stream down your face as you remember.

Loki. The man you met while working as a barista in the coffee shop just adjacent to the tower. How he sat by himself in the corner with his book each evening. How he always ordered the same thing- his straight black coffee with a dash of sugar. How people always treated him like he was a monster. How you finally defended him one day and forced the rude customers to leave. How he began to leave you books to read on your breaks. How you began to bring him free lattes. How you’d make pictures of his helmet in the foam on top. How he started to sit with you during your breaks. How you talked endlessly. How he started leaving you notes in your books. How a note told you to meet him in Central Park one night. How you talked for hours under the stars. How he kissed you. How he revealed his secrets to you- how he was innocent. How he was tortured. How much he loved his mother.

Your sobbing becomes audible as more of your mind’s pieces fell together.

How he held you and touched you late at night. How he loved you. How a year after he first kissed you, he made you a coffee at the shop. How you drank it, and how your engagement ring, the ring on your finger now, was sitting in the bottom of the cup. How three days later, your mind was stolen from you.

You’re gasping for air, the sobs overtaking your body like a storm. You can feel your heart pounding out of control. You scramble to your feet and throw open the door. Natasha and Wanda look at you in confusion and surprise.

You remember them. You remember everything. Your girls nights out, how you were always there for each other, the three of you. “I remember...” you cry into Wanda’s shoulder. “I remember.”

You let out another sob and wrap the both of them into an embrace, only letting go when you remember the more important task at hand. You pull back and see tears in both the girls’ smiling eyes.

“Where’s Loki?”

“Still in his room, I think. Go get him, girl.” Natasha says as she wipes away a tear.

You practically sprint to Loki’s room and pound on the door. “Loki?!”

There was only silence.

“Loki please let me in! I remember! Please let me in!” Your happy sobs create pauses in your words as you pound on the door again.

“Loki!” you yell and push open the unlocked door, which if you were in a more stable state at the moment you would have probably checked that first. The room is empty, and your fiance is nowhere to be found.

After panting in the silence for a moment, your shout echoes through the entire floor.

“THOR?!”

He runs around the corner, ready to punch whoever has put you in danger. “Yes? Are you alright (Y/N)?”

A whole new wave of tears overcomes you as you fall into a hug him without thinking. My brother. My only brother... even though he and Loki didn’t exactly get along, and you had your quarrels with him as well, at the moment none of it mattered. You remember your brother.

“Thor, I remember. I remember everything. Where is Loki?”

Thor smiled brightly. “That’s wonderful! Oh, I am so happy Lady (Y/N), Loki will be himself again and-”

“Yes, where is he?” You rush him.

“Oh right, well if he isn't in his chambers then he is in the coffee shop or at central park. Those are the only 3 places he ever goes.”

You sprint to the elevator before he even finishes the sentence.

When you enter the coffee shop, the smell of coffee beans and the sound of soft piano music and steaming milk bring more memories flooding back in, and you welcome them with open arms.

There’s where you were interviewed for the job. There’s where he would sit. There’s the counter where he’d leave you books. There’s your favorite mug on the shelf behind the counter.

But he isn’t here. As much as you want to take in every detail of this place, you run for the exit, clumsily bumping into a few staring people on the way. You don’t care. Only one thing matters right now.

Central Park is only a couple blocks away. Even though your running has irritated the almost-healed wound on your stomach, you keep going. Every step you take closes that much more distance between you and the man you love.

The man you hurt. Your words to him this week... his face when you said them. How you “refused to date someone who killed people,” and how that wasn’t even his fault... I treated him like he was the monster his father made him out to be.

The pain of that realization alone was one of the worst pains you have ever felt. Tears ran down your face but you ignore them as they are pushed back by the wind in your face. Another memory floods your mind as your legs beg you to stop running.

“You really mean this?” His voice velvety smooth as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Of course I do. I mean every word. I love you Loki. I will never treat you the way they did... I believe your story, every word of it. You will never be a disappointment to me. We might have problems or fights. But I will never leave you. Ever. I promise.”

He let out a short breath of relief, and you almost thought you saw the shine of tears in his eyes. His hand pulled you to him and your lips collided with his.“I love you so much, darling...”

I broke my promise... the second wave of shame and guilt threaten to put you on your knees. But you keep running. You run and refuse to stop. The pain you have just put him through is ending as soon as physically possible and not a single extra second of it will continue if you can help it.

Your tennis shoes hit the grass in the park. You remember the evenings you spent here with him. There was that bench by the pathway under the lamppost, the bridge over the small river, the willow tree you danced under when he first said, “I love you.”

I know where he is.

As expected, Loki is under your willow tree by the pond. He is sitting against the trunk, his figure slumped over a book.

Your lungs on fire and gasping for breath, you finally get the word out.

“Loki.”

Your legs find the strength to stumble forward and you fall to your knees next to him. You finally allow yourself to breathe.

Loki looks at you, his eyes wide in surprise. “(Y/N), are you alright? Why did you-”

You hold up your hand with your beautiful gold ring on your finger. The words pour out of you like water, unable to be contained between your sobs and gasps for breath. “Loki. I remember. I remember everything. Every single thing. I’m so sorry. I love you so much. I’m so in love with you and I broke my promise. I would do anything for you. I’m yours. I’m so- I’m-”

Without hesitation, Loki pulls you into him. It’s as if he can’t hold you tightly enough. “Oh, Darling. I missed you. I missed you so much...” His perfect velvety voice is breaking as his happy tears fall into your hair. You aren’t sure how long he holds you this way, but you refuse to leave his arms.

“I love you. I’m sorry. I should have been there to protect you and I was paying the price-”

“Oh my god, this is 100% not your fault.” The words stumbled out of your mouth so fast they were almost blended together.

Loki shook his head, disagreeing but his joy overruled his will to argue. He held your head to his chest, wrapping his arms around your body. You feel him kiss your head and breathe in the smell of you. “You must never do this to me again, little one. I don’t think I could handle it.”

“I’m so sorry Loki. I’m here. I promise. I’m yours.”

The both of you pull back from each other and his shining emerald eyes meet yours. The way the sun dances in his is intoxicatingly beautiful. He pulls you in with a hand on the side of your face, and he kisses you. Your lips tangle with his perfectly, like the branches of the willow around you.

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Sora had never been big on hospitals. They were cold and sterile and brought back memories of when his grandfather was sick. All those days spent in waiting rooms and sitting by hospital beds and hoping for the best while bracing himself for the worst. And it wasn’t like old people were the only ones who dealt with this kind of thing. Even kids could get really sick.

Even so, he didn’t expect a serious illness to hit Kairi of all people. She was healthy and active, spending hours at the Play Island with him and Riku. All until she’d come down with a fever so bad she had to be hospitalized.

“You can go in now,” the nurse said, a kind woman who smiled and cheered him up a little. He nodded and pushed the door open. Kairi was lying there on the hospital bed, and her cheeks were flushed from the fever. Machines next to her beeped ominously, and an IV connected her to one of them.

“Hey,” he said as he found one of those squeaky hospital chairs and dragged it over. “Long time no see.”

Kairi didn’t say anything; the only response was the steady beeping of the machines.

“We’ve missed you, at school and stuff. Mr. Kobayashi doesn’t know what to do without his star student in homeroom. He keeps looking over at your desk before he remembers you’re not there. We… we all do.”

He reached into his book bag and pulled out one of her favorites: a book of fairytales. Flipping through the pages, he began to read one to her, about a knight who went on a long quest to rescue a princess. In order to save her, he had to give up his heart and become a shade. But the princess found him and saved him with true love’s kiss. He became human again, and they got married and lived happily ever after.

It was a simple tale, but one they’d both loved since they were kids. He carefully tucked it back into his book bag and then pulled out something the art club had made for her, a Get Well Soon card with thalassa shells drawn on it. He read out the names of all the people who had signed it, then put it on the windowsill looking out over the parking lot below.

And now, the real reason he had come. Taking a deep breath, he found her hand. It was warm and kinda limp. This wasn’t the first time he’d held it, but… all the other times were before. Before his heart started racing whenever she walked in the room. Before just meeting her eyes made his face hot and his palms sweaty. Before his mouth went dry any time he tried to talk to her. Before things had changed between them.

“Kairi, you know that saying? About how you never know what you have until it’s gone? When you got sick, that was me. I’d always just… sort of taken it for granted that you’d always be there. But all this has made me realize, that’s not really true. I have no idea how long you’ll be a part of my life. And thinking about that, thinking about losing you someday… it hurt. A lot.”

He took another deep breath before continuing.

“Then I thought about why. You’re my friend, of course, but that’s not all. I think I might…”

His face got hot, and he couldn’t spit the words out. Even though she wasn’t really conscious, the thought of telling her what was on his heart made him want to bolt out of the room.

Maybe, if he said it in a roundabout way…

He thought of the story he’d read to her, and the words came easily. “You’re my light in the darkness, Kairi.” He smiled and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “I know you’ll get better, but I didn’t want to wait to tell you any longer.”

He glanced back towards the door, and the nurse nodded at him. Visiting hours were over.

“Bye for now, Kairi. I hope you feel better soon.” He let her hand linger in his for a little while longer. When her fingers slipped out of his grasp, he had to fight the sinking feeling in his gut.

This wouldn’t be the last time he would see her. It just wouldn’t be. Kairi was strong, and she’d pull through.

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Kairi’s fever came on suddenly, and the days her body spent fighting the infection went by in a delirious haze. Old memories mixed with new sensations to provide strange, vivid images that were half nightmare and half daydream.

But then came a moment of clarity, gentle pressure on her fingers and a warm, familiar voice. She was floating one moment, sinking the next, awash in a sea of confusion and fear, when that voice broke through her dreams and found her.

“Sora?” she murmured. Her eyes fluttered open, and his smile greeted her. Warm and gentle and bright as the sun. She followed his voice, followed the warmth in her hand as he led her away from the darkness and confusion and towards the light.

When she woke up for real, the fever had finally broken, and she was lying on a hospital bed. A few moments later, a nurse bounced into the room to check up on her, a huge smile on her face. Kairi had to stay at the hospital for a few more days as she recovered her strength, but that moment she’d heard Sora’s voice was the turning point, she was sure of it.

Her first day back at school, it felt like the whole school was celebrating her return. The third year students had made a huge banner saying, “Welcome Back, Kairi” in big bold letters, and it was hanging over the balcony on their floor. She caught Riku grinning down at her, and she smiled back and waved at him.

When she reached the shoeboxes, hers was full of cards and presents, and there were so many that she couldn’t reach her indoor shoes until she pulled the gifts out and tucked them into her bag. Her cubby at the back of the classroom was a similar story; it was so full of gifts from her classmates that she knew it would take hours to look through them all.

Mr. Kobayashi’s face brightened as she took her seat. “Kairi! Glad to have you back.” She thanked him for his kind words and reached into her desk for a pencil and a scrap of paper. Scribbling a quick note on it, she casually stood and made her way over towards Sora’s desk. When Mr. Kobayashi was distracted by Selphie asking him about what area she was supposed to clean today, she deposited the note inside Sora’s desk.

Selphie turned to her and winked once her mission was accomplished, and Kairi gave her a grateful smile. The rest of their classmates filtered in after that, all stopping by her desk to congratulate her on her recovery. Sora was the last one to come in, as was his habit. He had figured out how to arrive with exactly one minute to spare before the bell rang, and today was no different. He strolled in like he didn’t have a care in the world, in that easy, confident swagger she’d come to love.

All until he saw her, that is. He stopped, and gone was the swagger. His cheeks flushed, and his whole face lit up like it was Christmas morning.

“Kairi! You’re back!”

She returned his smile. “Yes, I am.”

His grin got bigger, and he stood there and gazed at her. “Wow, that’s… that’s great.”

She felt her own cheeks get hot. “Y-Yeah.”

The moment was interrupted by Tidus scolding him and telling him to sit down before the bell rang so they wouldn’t break their twenty-days-of-no-tardies streak.

He stumbled on the way to his desk and sat down with five seconds to spare. Mr. Kobayashi gave him a look, and he started. “Oh, right. I’m supposed to do the morning greeting today.” He deposited his stuff and went to the front of the room. “Stand up.”

Kairi kept casting looks his way all throughout the morning, hoping he would find her note. It wasn’t till third period that he finally did, when he realized he’d left his math homework in his desk. He stole a glance at her, then nodded slightly to confirm before crumpling the note and stuffing it in his pocket. Tidus noticed what had happened and snickered, but thankfully didn’t rat them out.

During the lunch recess, Sora met her on the roof of the school, like she’d requested. He’d loosened his tie in a way that would get Mr. Kobayashi’s scolding for sure for violating the school dress code. But it was warm outside and no teachers were around right now, and Kairi sort of liked the more relaxed look on him.

“So, you wanted to meet me up here?” he asked. The view was great; you could see all of the Main Island from here, and even some of the nearby smaller islands. The breeze ruffled his spiky hair and cooled them both down, and it felt nice to be back outside after spending so much time indoors.

“Yes, I did,” she said. Now that he was actually here, though, her palms were sweaty and her mouth was dry. But… she had to do it. She had to tell him.

“Sora, when I was sick, I had a lot of strange dreams. Because of the fever, I mean.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yup. Come to think of it, they were more like nightmares.”

His face fell. “Oh. I’m sorry to hear that.”

“But then… I heard a voice. Your voice. It brought me home.” She smiled and tucked a wayward strand of hair behind her ear. “You came to visit me when I was in the hospital, didn’t you?”

He coughed and stammered. “You weren’t supposed to find out about that,” he muttered, unable to meet her eyes as he scratched his neck. “Do you… do you remember anything I said?”

She shook her head. “No, not really. I just remember hearing your voice, and I think that’s what helped break my fever.”

She found his hand, remembering the time when his fingers weren’t this much bigger than hers. He looked at her, surprise written on his features, and she smiled and nodded.

“Thank you, Sora. Thank you for bringing me home.”

He stared at her for a few moments, then a huge smile spread across his face. He wove their fingers together, his grip strong and steady and firm. “No, thank you, Kairi.”

She tilted her head, her hair splashing against her cheeks. “For what?”

“For being you.”

The way he spoke was so heartfelt that she couldn’t help but look away as she blushed and giggled. When she summoned the courage to look in his eyes again, she almost had to look away again, her heart was fluttering so much.

How glad she was that it had been him to pull her out of the darkness, his voice that had called out to her. Her illness hadn’t been fun or pleasant, but at least one good thing had come from it.

And for now, it was simply enough that they were here, together. They could figure out the rest of the details later, one day at a time.

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A/N: So, back when I was finishing my fic for the twosidesfanzine back in February, I told the other writers that if they could hit 1500 words exactly, I would write a fic for them. Well, several people took me up on my offer, including @peachofthesunshine, so this fic is written for her! She gave me a prompt about Sora visiting Kairi in the hospital, including her being able to hear his voice. Hope you enjoyed!

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peaches-of-1 · 6 years ago

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(BTS) Golden Lover: Chapter 3

Namjoon x Black!Reader

High Fantasy, Magic, spells, gods and goddesses

Mstrlst in bio!

“Darling daughter?” Mother called.

“Yes?” You replied.

She nodded towards your plate, “Are you not hungry?”

You shook your head and set your utensils down, “Please excuse me. It seems that my sickness lingers. I’ll be turning in early.”

“I’ll walk you to your room, Princess.” Jimin stood from his seat.

“I can--” You began, but Father cut you off. “She’d quite enjoy that. Thank you, Jimin.”

You wanted a shower. You wanted to be alone with your thoughts and smelling salts and a few cats, but no. Jimin chattered excitedly about how beautiful your Egypt was. How warm and humid but irreplaceable it’s beauty was.

“Um, Princess? I couldn’t help but notice how you were during dinner tonight. You didn’t get some bad news, did you?” His voice softened.

The worst, “Of course not. I just...I haven’t had much time to myself today. I’ve been quite busy entertaining the guests, getting to know you all.”

“I wouldn’t lie to your future husband, Princess (Y/N).” He laughed.

You swallowed hard and his smile fell.

He looked down, “I didn’t mean offense, Princess.”

“I don’t wanna marry you. I decided that from the moment I met you.”

“I see.”

You looked at him, “Please don’t be upset. I just...my father is making me choose a husband within the next two days, before the end of the festival.”

He looked at you, “We leave in three days.”

“Of course.” You sighed. “I just. I don’t wanna lose the throne due to my being stubborn. I want a good king to rule by my side, but I want to love him as well.”

“Marrying for love? You are a special one, princess.”

You scoffed and laughed, “Whatever do you mean?”

“As a royal, I would think that you would have given up marrying for true affections by the time of puberty. Often thinking instead who can help their country or prestige the most. However, you still hold onto the hope.” He looked up at the sky.

“Should I give up hope, though?”

Jimin shook his head, “Never. I believe love is powerful and one of the purest things on Earth. If you were to give up on it, then what would you have left?”

A small smile played no your lips, “You speak our language well.”

“Thank you, Princess. May I ask you a strange question? It’s something both Hobi and I were wondering.”

“You may if you tell me who Hobi is.” You replied with your arms behind you.

He didn’t know you were taking the long way to your room in order to speak to him more, but he spoke curiously. Kind but honest, and you could feel the amount of love he had in his heart. How he gave it to everyone and everything.

“Hobi is our nickname for Prince Hoseok.” Jimin smiled, “Would you like to prepare a dance with us? For the festival send off that is. We’re both proficient in dance, and your father was singing your praises at dinner. It’s ok if you don’t. Even if we cannot work as marriage partners, then I’d at least want to work as friends. Performers.”

“You’d want to dance with me?”

He nodded in ernest. It was true that you were often seen dancing in the square with your body covered in jingling gold. Oftentimes in the middle, you’d stop a robbery or something, but a princess had to know her people to serve them. That was your philosophy at least.

Back to the matter at hand. This Jimin was interesting, very interesting.

You nodded, “So, whose style would we do. Yours or mine?”

“I was thinking a fusion of our styles. Don’t you think that would be the most fitting?”

You smiled for the first time in hours, “I’d enjoy that very much. I know just where we can practice and teach each other the basics.”

This time, the prince smiled so big that his eyes disappeared, “Yes! Thank you, dear princess! Guide me, and then we can meet after dinner.”

Right, you were supposed to be unwell. You led him to the dancing spot in the garden where a stage would most likely be set up. The grass there was just growing back from last time you turned down a marriage. Then you both went to the door in front of your bedroom. As he returned to the eating hall, you snuck away for a quick swim.

A small meow was heard from the sideline, Qasab Alsukar. You told him to stay where he was and not to jump in. He walked to your pile of clothing and laid down in them. It was a stunning starry night. All your worries drifted away as you floated on your back, your twisted hair fanning out around your face.

You thought about the princes and were glad that you had been honest with them. Even if you wouldn’t be getting married to them, you could still be close to them. Having dueled with Jungkook, showed some artistic landscapes to Taehyung, Jimin and Hoseok had become your dance partners, and Yoongi was your fellow animal lover.

He had even asked you if he could take one of the cubs home, and you said yes once they were a bit older. Then there was Namjoon.

Why did your heart do that everytime you thought of him? It pounded in your ears, and you closed your eyes to shut out the sound. It didn’t work. He was gorgeous. His smile made you want to smile. The way he treated a pet that was not his. Qasab Alsukar could’ve been a street cat, but he still showed the kitten the same care as a house cat. Kim Namjoon. (Y/N) Kim. That’d be your name if you were to marry him...or his brother. The way Yoongi talked about his friend, it seemed as though he gave that kindness to everyone.

Mayhaps he’d be a good husband...maybe you did lo--

The splash of a rock to your left startled you, and you turned to see who it was. Your relaxed demeanor turning stern.

“What is the meaning of this?” You ordered before you recognized the person standing there was the man you had just been thinking of.

Kim Namjoon bowed low, “Pardon the intrusion, Princess (Y/N). There was a snake approaching you, and it did not seem you noticed. I threw the rock to hit it or at least scare it off.”

Looking around, you saw a serpent unmoving in the waters nearby. It most certainly would’ve killed you if it had gotten any closer.

You turned to him once more, “Thank...you...”

But he was gone.

Ah! Dinner must’ve been over. You put on your clothing after drying off quickly and then began walking towards the meeting place for you, Hoseok, and Jimin to begin practicing. As you got close to the archway, you realized. Kim Namjoon had seen you naked. Your breasts had been above water. How long had he been standing there silent? You made a note to speak to him the next time you saw him as your cheeks began blazing.

Alsukar mewed at your heels, and you picked him up, “Mayhaps I should get guard dogs since you did nothing to warn me, you little rascal.”

He licked your nose and meowed. Too cute. As you went into the dance room, the three of you and a drummer practiced until morning. None of you wanting to take too long of a break. Wanting to do your best to show unity and friendship and just in awe of how well you worked together and not wanting to break the flow of good energy.

You were woken up by a beautiful serving girl. Bahr. She called your name and said that she was relieved to see you. Groggy, you blinked and wondered what she was talking about. The kingdom had been worried about you and the princes since no one knew where you had gone and they had found a dead poisonous snake in the pool where you were known to sneak off to.

“We were just practicing for the festival. Where’s Iset?” You dismissed her worry with a smile.

“Her room.” Bahr replied.

“I apologize for the worry. Please inform everyone that we are fine. I’m sure father will be happy to hear me interacting with the princes.”

She nodded, “Does that mean you’ll be performing at the festival with them?”

You looked at her, “It does. I’ll be dancing with Princes Jimin and Hoseok. A fusion dance for the occasion.”

She couldn’t help but smile, “Does that mean you’ll be finding a husband this time around?”

“Maybe. I think I’ll have to if I want to be next in line.” You looked down.

Bahr had been here for many years but spoke formally, “Forgive me if I am speaking out of turn, but...I want to see you married. If you do not love your husband, then you can learn how to. Then you and your kingdom will be happy.”

She kissed your forehead and left. Breakfast had been left on a platter by your bedside. You must’ve missed it in order to sleep after dancing for so long. Iset showed up while you were eating and scolded you for disappearing. She called you a cat what with the way you went where you want when you wanted to. She went on and on with her heart on her sleeves and then asked you where you had been after all.

“With the princes…” You said. “We’re planning something for the festival and were practicing all night.”

Iset raised a brow, “For the festival or just for you? Which princes? What?”

You explained yourself and promised it was for the festival, “I’d never fool around like that...at least with nobles.” A small grin crossed your face from memories.

She sighed, “Well, I’m glad you’re opening your heart. Do you have a favorite? One you could at least learn to love once you get wed?”

Namjoon’s stern and focused face appeared in your mind once more. Ugh why him? You shook your head, ans Iset gasped.

“Who?”

“It’s nobody!” You bit into a slice of bread.

She huffed and crossed her arms.

“Fine, Namjoon! I...he’s kind and he’s the one I’m most interested to learn about. I’m lured to him. When I think about him, my heart races and I think about him when he’s not around. I don’t understand. I’m not interested in anyone but him.” The honest words tumbled out faster than you could hold them back. Your began hitting your head. “What’s wrong with me? Why does he plague my thoughts so?”

Iset couldn’t help but giggle as she held your hands, “My dear, you’re in love with him.”

“I...I could never!”

She grinned, “Whatever you say, (Y/N), but I felt this way when I saw my husband for the first time and for days after. Love at first sight is a rare thing, do not throw it away for your stubborn pride.”

“Anyways, are you doing anything during the festival? You’ll be leaving soon afterwards as well, won’t you?”

Your fellow princess and best friend gave a nod, “I am. We’re planning on having our first child and being more serious about ruling our people as a couple and securing the throne. All that joy.”

You looked out and saw Prince Namjoon and Yoongi on their way to the river behind the rest of the boys just talking. Taehyung had a large smile as he walked backwards with a towel in his clutches.

He noticed you and waved, catching the eyes of the others who turned around and did the same until Namjoon bowed. Then they all followed him by bowing as well. You rolled your eyes trying to ignore the glimpse of Namjoon’s smile and the skipped heartbeat it caused. Iset stood next to you as soon as you turned away. She waved as you missed Namjoon’s smile falling once he could no longer see you.

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“Namjoon-hyung.” Taehyung called. “Do you have feelings for the princess?”

“No!” Namjoon blushed as Yoongi replied, “Yep. He sure does.”

Jimin piped up, “ I think she might have feelings for you too.”

The prince’s ears perked up, “What? How?”

He disclosed how while he danced with you and Hoseok last night that you asked about him, what kind of prince he was. You had said that you wanted to spend more time with Namjoon but were nervous to approach him.

Hoseok added, “She wanted to know what plant you were talking about when you first met? Apparently you met her before dinner.”

“Ah, yes. In the market. Her father was quite strict and she was walking around without protection. Her cat followed me and...it’s the catnip.” Namjoon cut himself off when he was met with blank stares. “I brought some because I heard there would be a lot of felines here.”

A black cat with a golden ankh necklace rubbed at Yoongi’s ankles, and he picked her up, “At least you were right. I’m glad, too.”

“I’d be a good husband for her. At least, I’d like to think I would be.” Namjoon continued. “She’s cute and I enjoy her personality. I er...saw her in the pool last night...nude.”

The men all stopped and started to ask overlapping questions.

“I’m not telling you anything! I just noticed someone in the water, looked to see if they were ok. It was the princess, and there was a snake coming towards her, so I stoned it before it reached her.”

Jin replied, “Oh, Namjoon-ah! So heroic!” He laughed.

Jungkook smiled along. The boys all talked about how in love Namjoon was with the princess, and he was shy and blushed all through it. The black cat was nearby the whole time. She bathed in the sun and ate a fish Namjoon caught for her.

As a direct son of the King, Namjoon had a lot of land. A lot of resources but he was not in line for his own throne. That was Seokjin, but the younger royal was in charge of training warriors. Jin was in charge of money. Taehyung was in charge of agriculture. All of them seemed like they were good friends. Marrying just one of them could ensure so much for your people.

All of them knew this, but only one of them could marry you. It was obvious to them who they wanted it to be. Fishermen were nearby, shirtless and wet with strong arms from constantly casting nets and lifting heavy loads of sea creatures for a living. Prince Jimin watched the tallest of them intently, head in his hand.

“I have an idea!” Said Jungkook when everything was quiet, startling the cat and Jimin.

Yoongi smiled at their reactions, “It’s ok, kitten. You should go home now. I’m sure (Y/N) misses you very much.” His eyes gave a silver glow.

The cat meowed, surprised he knew the truth. Namjoon offered to walk her back to the princess, so he dusted off his shorts, threw on his robe, and held the beautiful cat in his arms.

“What’s your idea, Kookie?” the quiet man asked.

“Well, we all know we’re not getting with her,”

“YA!” Exclaimed Jin. “We haven’t even spent much time together. How do you know--”

Jungkook spoke up, “Why do you think that is?”

The oldest stayed silent at that and pouted. So the youngest explained a plan on how to get the two royals together. It would happen the day of the festival. It sounded like a good plan to the other princes. Jin was a bit downtrodden that the princess hadn’t gotten any one on one time with him, but he hadn’t really gotten the chance. He’d try to know her true feelings and from there decide if he’d be a part of Jungkook’s plan.

As Namjoon got closer to the palace, the black cat stayed close to his chest. She was adorable and the Prince thought about asking to keep her as Yoongi had done with the lion cub. Then the cat looked around and began to freak out as RapMon (affectionately called Mon-ie) ran up to his owner. The cat jumped out of his arms and ran as Monie barked and chased her into the Princess’s room!

“Mon-ie, NO!”

A strange flash of light came from the room, and Mon-ie ran out of the room and into his owner’s arms with his tail between his legs. Namjoon then worried for (Y/N) and ran into her room.

“Princess!” He called as he entered.

She looked at him. Princess Iset was there as well. The prince bowed, “Sorry for the intrusion, princesses. I just thought I saw...um. Did a cat come in here? I was trying to return her. Yoongi said she belonged to you, so I came from the beach, I mean river, to--”

“Yes, she ran out the window.” Iset replied, “She’s quite an outdoor cat. Can’t stay in one place for too long.”

She took a slight glance at you, and you blinked and looked around as if you had just returned to your own body, “Namjoon?”

“Yes, princess?”

“Please prepare something for tomorrow’s festival. I want you to show off your talents yourself instead of hearing about them from your friends.”

He blushed, “W-What would you like me to prepare?”

You looked at him, “Do whatever you think will win me over, Princey.”

The man bowed, “Yes, Princess. I do hope you feel better.” He then moved to leave, stopping mid turn. “Oh, right. Catnip.”

“What is it?”

The prince motioned to the plant in the windowsill that had cats swarming around it and soon lying down here and there.

“Cats really like it. The plant that I brought for you.”

“Oh…” You said, looking at the plant then back at him. “Thank you.”

He gave a flash of his dimples as he smiled, “You’re welcome, Princess.”

“I seem to be thanking you a lot.”

“Your presence is all the thanks I need.”

With that, the Korean prince left and closed the door behind him. Namjoon was worried. What could he do to impress the Princess in just over 24 hours? He went to the room that was prepared for his stay. Several cats had fallen asleep on his now relaxed white dog. At least they seemed to have figured each other out.

The prince stood on his balcony and looked out upon the scene before him. Sandy browns and tans that matched his golden skin helped to contrast the green of trees and blue of the ocean. Darker browns of people dressed in whites and gold popped out here and there. Namjoon wanted to write. He grabbed a notebook from his luggage and began writing, his hand struggling to keep up with his mind.

He wrote about Princess (Y/N). Her black twists like snakes around his heart. Snakes he loved, the tail of a cat. The ears as well, perking up to every creature. No. No. It was so messy. So unclear. It matched his mind. He was never good at showing his feelings towards those he was attracted to. Then again, it was a rare occasion. The last time he fell in love with Princess Wheein, and she was married off and sent away without him knowing.

They spoke through letters until she had her first child. That was years ago, but it still stung from time to time. Her sister was currently pursuing Taehyung, but everything had been put on hold for this trip, this chance to marry a foreign Princess. More beautiful than any of the words people had used to describe her.

Namjoon took a deep breath and remembered her in the market. That tattoo on her list. Remembered her at dinner that same night. He wasn’t sure why his heart hurt when he saw her conversing with his friends. Like when she and Taehyung were leaving to go on what he later found out what was a boat ride on the nearby river. It was for his little brother’s artistic inspiration. The deepthinking Prince recalled how his heart soared when, one by one the boys announced that she had only wanted friendship from them.

The word was on the tip of his tongue. The only logical explanation for his feelings. Love. But it couldn’t be. There was Wheein. There were all the girls at home and...he didn’t feel like this towards any of them. Not since he had seen (Y/N).

Before his eyes flashed the woman floating in the pool after she excused herself from dinner. She had seen so upset during the meal, so he was glad that she was smiling with her face towards the stars. His heart did a funny little tingle.

Prince Namjoon began to write once more.

Is this love Is this love Sometimes I know Sometimes I don’t The next line What should I write? So many words are circling me But I don’t like a single one I just feel it Like the moon always rising after the sun Like nails growing, like trees shedding their leaves When winter comes You’re the one To turn my recollections into memories Before I knew you My heart was only in linear motion

Yeah. That was a good start. It was the truth about his feelings. This was what he’d perform for the Princess at tomorrow’s festival.

#BTS #Bangtan #Kim Namjoon #RM #RM x Reader #Reader x RM #Namjoon x Reader #Reader x Namjoon #Black!Reader #Ancient Egypt

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braindamageforbeginners · 6 years ago

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Ice Floes

Quickly, before we begin: 1. this is a mostly-true anecdote that ties together several different, ideas I’ve had in the last two-ish days, including... 2. There are no ice floes here, it’s a reference to senecide in certain cultures (rarely practiced in Norhern Tribes and never practiced in the usual, “Send Grandma floating away on a chunk of ice!” way).

So, the first concept idea for this pieces my younger brother, Andy, who is working this summer s a fire-spotter in Idaho and/or Montana (he’s stationed in a national park that covers really big portions of both states). This is a cool, Norman Maclean manly-man style job for a grad student, and we were all fairly certain Andy would like his job (which, as a per-diem, is hard to beat, I’ll admit), and we’d all love to drop in and say hello, except I’m in very specific chemo ward 3-4 times a month (and that last week when I don’t have chemo, I still have to get them to draw my blood and run labs), so my schedule’s a little hard to work. And I started joking that, with our family’s luck, Andy would wind up in someplace with a name like ‘Dead Man’s Gulch” or “Rattleasnake Ridge” (remember that line) that we’d just as soon not bother with. Well, parents won’t be discouraged, so Dad’s thinking he might scratch off a bucket list item AND visit Andy... by backpacking to him (or near him). Which, even though he’s a nut for the treadmill, is not exactly the first phyisical task you’d nominate Dad for if you saw him in person. However, he’s decided to start training to address that very problem. Also, Andy’s fire station is somewhere in the Rattlesnake Mountains. I’m absolutely not making that up, Also, since my more-twisted jokes are apparently reshaping reality in their wake, I’d like to joke that I’ll be a multi-gabillionaire in a few years after someone reclassifies these scribbles as science-fiction.

One of the issues/questions I’m faced with all the time (aside from, “Why did we catch you tying truck nuts to Deputy Pierson’s police vehicle*?”) is how much of my time I really do devote to staying healthy and managing your disease/prescriptions/insurance/appointments. The short answer is, almost all of it. I know I spent a post last week essentially boasting how healthy I was, apart from having Stage IV cancer. What’s important is to know is that I take a weird sort of pride in that, and, as Dad has pointed out, in most cancer cases, the death/survival rate refers to elderly people who have other diseases or health issues in addition to cancer; he hasn’t heard of patients who get chemotherapy, then go for a 3-hour leg day the next day (I’d point out that having a pediatric cancer - as I did, sort of (another brain tumor) has serious long-term health implications for survivors, and now that I’m having toxic sludge pumped through me on regular basis has a few more long-term associated-problems that I’d like to avoid. The point is, it is slowly starting to dawn on me that he might have a point, and I’m definitely doubling down on that bet, too. Which Dad knows, and knows I’ll be up for any dangerous stunt, as long as there’s even a minor probability of increased healthfulness. Which is why Dad and my step-mom invited me on Dad’s inaugural training hike; The Path of Pain (that’s not the official name, but it’s more accurate than the real thing). Now, bit of context; it’s not true that the Inuit would kill people by putting them on an ice flow and then sending them off. What is accurate - from my sources - is that in times of famine, some Northern tribes (probably including the Inuit) would suddenly decamp in the middle of the night without telling Grandma and Grandpa. effectively leaving them to the mercy of the elements and luck/fate (to be fair, if the grandparents made it to the new camp, they were honored and informed of all future camp locations). So, I was aware of this when the following conversation occurred: SELF: This hike isn’t one of those obscure traditions where you’re going to leave the sick, infirm, and old - the societal deadwood, if you will - out in the elements to save the rest from starvation or something, is it? DAD: No. Why, are you worried we’d leave you behind? SELF: Nope, just stating - on behalf of the ill - that I have absolutely no intention of being out-distanced by the old just so I can be dire wolf bait. Also, I am absolutely prepared to lie and cheat in the name of that goal. Other people probably have better father-son chats. Other people are boring.

So, before I start describing the festivities - which involve a severe and horrifying betrayal - I might need to describe my disability status, and disability as it stands. GBM diagnosis is an automatic disability according to social security, because of that whole “really, really, high fatality rate and incredibly fast progression (although I’m okay now - I think, maybe - when I fist met Radiation Oncologist, she said the tumor had a 20% growth rate, which means it would double in size every five or so days - I shudder to think how bad, how quickly that could’ve gotten). And, even though I’m mostly-fine at the moment, for the first two weeks after my neurosurgery, I couldn’t walk. This was because I was completely numb on my left side for that time. Remember the last time you got a cavity filled and the dentist used novocaine? Imagine that sensation - or lack thereof - throughout your left side. Walking was a problem because I had no idea where my feet were (unless I was looking). I’ve come a long, long way since then, but that was not even eight months ago (before anyone asks, after a rather dismal showing by the physical therapists at the hospital, I haven’t been doing anything special to recover, other than exercising like my life depends on it). So, testing it on a steep, dangerous slope seemed bright.

Those of you who’ve been hiking with me probably have no trouble picturing the image. I don’t exactly skip up paths, but I do power through them the same grim, pig-headed determination that I’m bringing to the rest of this damned disease. The peak in question is about 1500 ft - not a prize-winner, to be sure, but it’s not a bad accomplishment for someone who couldn’t even go 150 feet not too long ago.

Now, with that smirking sense of triumph and gold star accomplishment, imagine my dismay when my wicked step-mother announced that this wasn’t the goal of the hike, the actual peak we were looking for was... 22 miles away. Okay, so that’s a bit of an exaggeration, the sum-total route was six miles, all on difficult trail. Greek heroes in classic tragedies endured less betrayal.

Now it would’ve been well within my power to request to go back; but, at that moment, I was feeling physically good at marching a mile in less than an hour, and that sensation somehow fused with testosterone, the Stetson, and male vanity, so, even though I knew at the time it might not be a good idea, all I could do was just grimly forge on with a few complaints. Good news, after a severe challenge to my dexterity, balance, and endurance, I’m still mostly-intact. I’m painfully sore from the waist down (I’ve said before, I’ll say it again, why isn’t codeine OTC in this Godforsaken country like it is in every civilized place on the planet). Left leg (and side) are not too bad, but the right foot’s killing me (I’ve tried stretching and rolling it on my yoga roller, which helped, but it’s still not up to snuff) - when I first got out of the car after arriving home (it’s a California thing; we drive for an hour to walk), I couldn’t, because that stupid right heel was too tender, And after all this, my reward to myself was an extra beer and another Tylenol. What have I become? Anyway, Dad and I have quietly agreed that sitting up and getting out of bed should definitely count as a trip to the gym (he’s also ordered a tree that’s sitting by the garage, so there’s a distinct possibility he has darker plans in store for me), and I’m personally going to try and keep my step-mother from any and all topographic maps. Still, you can’t outpace time and you’ll die if you ignore new constraints placed by disease, so I’ll look into some sort of walking stick (I spent the first five minutes back in the car slumped in the driver’s side because that’’s how achey/creeky I felt all on the left) before attempting anything that stupid and arduous again *I’ll credit Dad with this joke when he discovered that you can get a discount on these items if you order them online in bulk

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kawaiiuranus-blog · 7 years ago

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No More Pillow Talk [King×Reader] Part 1

(7 Deadly Sins)

(Y/G)=Your gender (Y/N)=Your name (H/C)=Hair color (E/C)=Eye color. I think you get it. ————————————————–

“Ban! Give it back!”

“Come take it!” Ban yellled holding Kings pillow. King rushed toward Ban but when he got close Ban swiftly moved out of Kings way only for him to slam his face into a wooden poll smashing through it.

“Ban give it back!” Hawk yelled.

“Fine… Can’t have fun can’t I.” He said while throwing Kings pillow back to him. Then he realized something.

“Hey wheres Captain?”

“I think Diane ask him out for dinner.”

King herd his hesrt shatter. And I think everyone else did became everyone turned to King. Who had already turned pale and was lost in thought.

“King?” Elizabeth said concerned.

No respose. He just turned around and left the Boar Hat. Not a word.

A few hours later and he still flying around the kingdom. Then he spotted something.

“A (Y/G)?”

He stopped so he was just hovering about 20 ft from the ground. He saw the human struggling with a heavy bag.

“Excuse me?” King called out. The human looked around and was confused. “Up here.” The human looked up.

“Oh hi um. Can I help you?”

“Do you need help?” King ask pointing to the bag.

“I guess-”

King floated downwards. He took the bag from the human and put it on his pillow.

“Where do you need it?”

“Just over there.” You pointed to a house about half a mile away. The pillow flew away, gently tilting to have the bag landed outside the door.

“Thank you.” You said. You sigh and stretch and pop your aching back. “Now I can finally be done with chorse for today.”

“So what was in the bag?”

“Potatoes.”

“Oh… Well my friend owns the Boar Hat up their. Would you like to have a drink?”

“Sure.”

“Oh I’m sorry! Im King! Yours is?”

“Oh I know who you are. You saved the Kingdom from a Holy War starting. Thank you. Im (Y/N). And sure. I think ive been there before.”

Soon enough the two arrived at the Boar Hat.

“The judge said ‘lemme guess your names Quack Quack Quack?’ The duc said 'No im bubbles’” (Y/N) said

“……. OH! I get it!” King said followed by laughing as he opened the door to the Boar Hat to let you in. You couldn’t help but smile. The sound of his adorable laughter matched his smile. You both walked in and you both realized everyone was looking at you two.

“Who’s this?” Ban said behind the counter, cooking.

“Oh this is (Y/N). I-I found them struggling so I kinda helped them.” King said rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh (Ms./Mr.)(Y/N), would you like anything?” Elizabeth asked. Eager to please you.

“Whisky would be fine.”

“Are you even old enough to drink?” Ban questioned due to your height and your baby face.

“Im (Some age above 17 years old) years old.”

“Oh- Want anything to eat?”

“No Im fine. My brothers would be upset if I ate without them.”

“How come?” King asked

“Im the middle child and sense my parents were both Holy Knights that died from the demons blood we promised to stick together. And if I dont make it for dinner they get upsetty spaghetti.”

Suddenly the ground began to shack.

“They’re back.”

(Y/N) tilted their head in confusion.

“Meliodas and Diana.” Gowther said face in book.

“Oh-”

Then herd a giggle amd the door opening. Only for Meliodas to walk in and Diana to sit next to the Boar Hat.

“Hey Captin. King brought a new customer.”

“Nice! And you are?”

“(Y/N). Pleasure to meet you Meliodas.”

“You don’t have to be for formal.”

“(Y/N)!”

“Wait what time is it?”

“It’s 8:30.” Elizabeth said.

“Welp… Im late.” (Y/N) said taking another drink of whisky. Soon they got up and put some money on counter.

“Ill probably be back tommorw.” You said before leaving you turned to King and smiled. “I’ll see you around King. Stop by any time you want.”

He turned red. “O-Ok.” He said sheepishly. You walked out.

“Both of your heart rates increase around eachother.” Said Gowther

“Shut up…” Said King. Slightly flustered.

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legion1993 · 7 years ago

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This choice affects not just your present, but your future as well.

A/N: I’m back and doing another piece this time for a different challenge brought to us by @winchesterprincessbride for the #Princessbridechallenge. It is by great pleasure to bring you a story that will make all your feels float to the surface. And now I present this piece. side note: sorry this is extremely late i appoligize i only just ifnished it.. UGH stupid writers block... @winchesterenthusiast here is the fic that gave me the crappiest set of writers block.

Prompt: “Your true love lives. And you marry another.”

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Plot: what happens when the love of your life dies and you were told to live your life to the fullest it could be. You hadn’t even been married but you had been engaged. Now it has been almost 1 year to the day he died tragically and you are about to marry another. The wedding day had arrived after a week and your ceremony gets interrupted when a woman busts through the door and tells you your love lives. Will you go to him or will you stay and marry a guy who seems like a total stranger?

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It had seemed like only yesterday, you were hunting with the Winchester brothers, Sam & Dean. Over the course of your time with the Winchesters you and Dean grew ever closer. You grew fond of eachother, but nothing lasts forever for within an instant of a passionate moment between you 2 your happiness was shattered not in a bad way by a mark appearing on your arm.

Dean: “this is the sign…”

Y/N: “so this is what true love feels like…”

Dean: “sweetheart it only gets better from here.”

Y/N: “well lets do what we feel is right then…”

Dean took you to the nearest hotel and got you guys a room and you guys had a steady night of making sweet passionate love on both the beds in the room, on the desk, table, couch, in the bathroom on the floor in the shower…

It was about 2 years later when you and the boys were hunting Lilith... now you guys had run into a con bitch named Bella Talbot, now in your mind she was a evil manipulative bitch who kept and took everything and anything she wanted…

Sam (Dean’s brother) kept wanting to kill Lilith on his own but when he almost died during a really bad battle Dean went and sold his soul to have his brother brought back…

Now you fought as hard as you could against an army of demons to try and save the one you loved… your other half but you weren’t expecting this to be the day you watch the love of your life die…

Dean: “Sammy that’s not ruby…”

Sam: “Dean what are you talking about how do you know that’s actually Y/N…”

Y/N: “ok boys enough im me but ruby is that you…”

Ruby giggled and pulled you close to her away from Dean… she cackled…

Ruby(Lilith): “very perceptive dean no im not ruby and now as I hold your little cupcake hostage she can watch you get torn apart by my pets…”

The clock chimed as she flashed her white eyes and you struggled against her hold…

Y/N: “dean its ok its ok hold on ok hold on do it for me…”

You caught his eye as he did yours as best he could while Lilith used her power to hold him against the desk…

Dean: “Y/N… I know I never asked you this before and I should have but will you marry me???”

You smiled feeling the tears sting your cheeks…

Y/N: “yes….”

Then everyone heard growling… Ruby(Lilith) took you to stand by the door…

Ruby(Lilith): “sick him boys…”

Dean: “look away Y/N look away…”

Ruby(Lilith) opened the door and hellhounds came barging in snarling and you were forced to watch the love of your life get torn apart… he lay there still and dead… once Lilith smoked out of ruby with a giggle ruby’s body fell to the ground and you went to dean’s torn apart body and held him in your arms.

You let out a scream that shattered the windows and cracked the ground… you left then you left at that moment… taking the jacket he was wearing and the engagement ring in his pocket… you went to the impala and left… not caring about Sam or anyone else… you left… you were a wreck… it would be years before anyone else would mention the name Dean Winchester…

Almost 1 year later you were getting ready to marry another man…

You had gone back to where you had been set to marry someone else before meeting the Winchesters and you said yes to marrying him but kept Dean’s ring and the impala just to keep his memory alive… you were in the church finalizing the décor and everything for the ceremony which was only 4 days away…

You were now sitting in your small town apartment when your cell rang the same one you kept in case of emergency or anything happened to Sam… you took the call knowing no one else was around…

Y/N: “hello…”

Ellen: “Y/n honey its Ellen…”

Y/N: “I haven’t heard much on the hunting radar nor from Sam or Bobby please tell me this isn’t the death call…”

Ellen: “nope they are fine as far as I know but neither of them have said too much since you took off in the impala and dean’s burial…”

Y/N: “what can I do for you Ellen?”

Ellen: “I have a poltergeist in your area… think you can handle it…”

Y/N: “as long as I don’t have to go too far im getting married in 4 days ellen…”

Ellen: “so you have given up hope of him coming back haven’t you…”

Y/N: “as I said last time I got a email from Jo… I am doing what he would want me to do… he would have wanted me to go back home and marry the guy my parents had wanted me to marry originally… although if we are being honest this one is not the sharpest tool in the shed… but im also not gonna stop hunting actually it’s a good thing you called anything that shows up in my vicinity send my way ill take care of it…”

Ellen: “just becarefull hun im sending through the poltergeist details, just come by and visit soon…”

Y/N: “I will when I can…”

Ellen: “love you sweetie…”

y/N: “love you too ellen..”

you hung up the phone and placed it back in your handbag as you started doing up the second batch of reception favors… but it seemed to take you longer this time round than it did before… a while later your email dinged with an email from Ellen on the poltergeist details… you started to read through them but that’s of course when your door handle jiggled… you knew Jason was about to walk in the door… you minimized your private email and you closed your personal private computer and went back to reception favors…

Jason: “babe im home…”

Y/N: “im in the living room…”

Jason comes in and looks at you…

Jason: “babe have you been doing this all day?”

You nodded sheepishly as he came up and kissed your forehead…

Jason: “I know they need to get done but didn’t my sister offer to do this for us?”

Y/N: “ya but doing this helps me think besides I don’t want to be thinkin too much during the ceremony…”

Jason: “you thinking about your past babe?”

You nodded as he hugged you, you knew he cared but not as much as dean…

Jason: “look babe I don’t know much about what happened to you, or what you were doing or who Dean is but I know that any guy who was lucky enough to spend those few years with you is certainly a lucky guy.”

That moment you took a breath thinking once more about how he looked before he died. You turned around and thought you heard something but you shook your head and dismissed the feeling knowing that you had to focus on that poltergeist before the wedding…

Y/N: “so babe tomorrow I pick up my dress and get the final touches and bring it home and hide it from your eyes… I will also make sure that nothing is gonna go wrong for us and I am gonna reach out to someone tomorrow I need to mend something from my past…”

Jason just looked at you he smiled and always wanted your best interests and to be a supportive person for you, this passed year he had been but right now you weren’t wanting to leave anything to chance…

Jason: “do what you have too babe I will be here for you whatever happens… now lets not think anymore about this lets just finish doing these favors have dinner and watch a movie tonight in bed like we said we would…”

Y/N: “start on dinner then love and ill finish these up… but as well as that I had a email come in from a friend of mine well more like an aunt or a over protective adoptive mom… she was just checking up on me as a curtesy to Dean’s brother… after dean died I kinda took off in a blinded rage and ended up back here and I had no idea why I had no feelings whatsoever and I was distraught…”

Jason: “how does some noodle soup sound?”

You nodded your head slowly as Jason leaned in and kissed you softly… you let him before pulling away at the feeling of your phone vibrating… you broke the kiss to smile…

Y/N: “babe im gonna go into my office and take this call work on dinner and ill see you in a bit… this is a matter possibly concerning Dean’s brother… give me time please…”

Jason nodded and smiled kissing your forehead….

Jason: “of course babe take all the time you need and don’t worry about rushing me the movie and these reception favors will still be here when you get back…”

You walked away with the phone and your laptop as you finally looked at the call display and answered it you knew he was persistant and you knew he wouldn’t give up till he spoke to you directly…

Y/N: “hello…”

Bobby: “Y/N what the hell is wrong with you?”

Y/N: “what the hell do you mean bobby?”

Bobby: “im referring to the fact that you took off after dean died, you took the impala, you abandoned Sam, you weren’t at the funeral, you went off the grid and now I hear from Ellen that your getting married… what do you have to say to explain this…”

Y/N: “bobby I shattered the windows in the house with my screams bobby how the hell was I supposed to explain that one and all where my fiancé was murdered, yes I took the impala I had no choice I didn’t want to part from the memories within it from me and dean… of course I didn’t come to the funeral I couldn’t face sam not after what happened not after abandoning him not after what I must have put him through…”

Bobby: “Y/N honey I get that but you could have called you could have checked in Sam is worried and ive been worried enough for the both of us… but there have been biblical signs all over the USA.. and I have sent you some back up on that poltergeist… rather Sam wanted to get rid of that poltergeist…”

Y/N: “bobby you should have kept him away im no good to anyone bobby… especially not sam”

Bobby: “Y/N that is enough you shouldn’t put yourself down like that… look Dean would want you to hold on to the connections with me, Sam, Ellen, Jo… he wouldn’t want you to keep putting yourself down like that… tell you what ill come down for the wedding…”

Y/N: “actually bobby would you do something better, would you walk me down the aisle?”

Bobby: “are you sure kiddo?”

Y/N: “its about time I own up and face my past and that means reuniting with you and Sam…”

Bobby: “ill see you tomorrow night or early the next day Y/N don’t worry girl it will all make sense…”

Y/N: “thanks bobby and if you can bring some lore books so I have them to reference… and umm have you heard from Sam?”

Bobby: “not for a few weeks now… the last time I heard from him was by text saying that he would help with the poltergeist… he knows you are gonna be on it too but that only made him move faster for it…”

Y/N: “so basically he wants to either scream at me, kill me, or all of the above…”

Bobby: “I don’t know but he hasn’t been himself he isn’t seeing straight he believes there is some way to bring him back but he wont listen to reason…”

Y/N: “do you really think he would listen to me?”

Bobby: “whatever happens know that Dean would want your happiness above all else… Sam is stubborn don’t worry honey ive got a big hug with your name on it kiddo, get some rest and look over what ellen sent you ill bring those lore books and such for you… and if anything happens at the wedding ill help…”

Y/N: “thanks bobby ill see you soon…”

Bobby: “see you soon kiddo…”

You hung up the phone and stared at Sam’s contact information debating on whether or not to call it… you pressed the call button and heard it dialing out you were gonna set this straight even if it was the last thing you were gonna do… it was then that you heard it connect…

Sam: “hello…”

Y/N: “Sam…”

Sam: “Y/N… why are you calling so late?”

Y/N: “cause I spoke to bobby who told me your coming to help with the poltergeist… I figured it was time that we speak anyway…”

Sam: “why don’t you swing by the hotel room tomorrow and we can go together and it can be like old times…”

Y/N: “so your not mad at me?”

Sam: “Y/N your like my sister why would I be mad at you?”

Y/N: “cause I left you in that house with dean’s body and cause I basically stole the impala and I went off the grid and and and…”

By this point you were crying you were astranged you didn’t know in what way he would react…

Sam: “im not mad at you for any of that it wasn’t your fault that he died, there wasn’t anything you could have done to prevent it… come by the hotel room tomorrow and we can solve this and ellen talked to me as well told me to stay in town and attend your wedding so if you will permit me to…”

Y/N: “of course Sam of course plus bobby is arriving in town either tomorrow night or early the next day and he is gonna walk me down the aisle…”

Sam: “we can celebrate the Winchester family way, sitting and chilling with beer and training…”

Sam started laughing and for the first time in a while you laughed you felt normal…

Y/N: “ya sounds like so much fun sounds more fun than spending the night by myself in a hotel room…”

Sam started laughing and you joined in feeling alot happier knowing that you had your friend back…

Sam: “don't worry Y/N I have a big hug waiting for you… your so much like my sister and I miss my partner in crime…”

Y/N: “i miss you too… I'll come by after I pick up my dress in the morning…”

Sam: “sounds good get some rest girl you sound exhausted…”

Y/N: “you too moose night”

Sam: “night Y/N”

The line disconnected and you felt normal again, like nothing has changed like you had never left… that was when you noticed that you had somewhere along the lines started crying… you wiped your eyes and went out of the office with the Phone and laptop to the delightful smell of soup…

Jason: “sit on the couch babe I'll bring you your soup… how much would you like?”

Y/N: “not alot right now babe I'm not that hungry…”

It's true you weren't that hungry you had a huge secret weighing heavily on you and you still had to tell Jason about it… while eating he kept glancing at you and how you were sitting to eat your soup… once done your soup you waited for him to finish his before making sure you had all of his attention…

Y/N: “babe you once asked me about my time with Dean well that is a very long story and I'll try to be as brief as I can but something's you may or may not believe but I'm gonna tell you anyway cause it's the right thing to do… Sam & Dean Winchester born to John & Mary Winchester are all in a long lineage of hunters… not the kind that hunt animals but the kind that hunt witches, vampires, werewolves, shapeshifters, demons, poltergeists, ghouls, ghosts, hellhounds etc… the only reason why I'm coming out with the truth now is because our wedding is only a few days away and I didn't want this to be the secret that drives our marriage into the dirt… the impala is deans the beige journal is deans the ring I wear the tungsten band is deans the plaid shirts in my closet are deans I have a arsenal of weapons that I keep hidden… I know how to shoot a gun and have a license to legally do so… I know how to fight… I know how to check and make sure someone is human… and I know that you probably think I'm insane and will most likely cancel the wedding after hearing this and you probably don't believe me but also the man whose walking me down the aisle is named bobby singer he is like a uncle to me… sam is my bridal party cause no one else would do it… and what else oh ya did I mention that Dean was mailed to death by a hellhound and died in my god damn arms and I screamed shattering all the windows in that house…”

You took in a sharp breath trying to calm down realizing you were yelling abd crying at the same time… you took a look at Jason who just stared at you…

Jason: “did you think that would make me love you any less… I have 1 question… does that mean you’re a hunter too?”

You nodded and sighed sinking your head down low…

Y/N: “I feel like a failure I'm no hunter I'm just the one who watched helplessly as her fiancé was torn to shreds… but now that I've told you all this I think it's also necessary to mention that I am gonna be helping Sam tomorrow in taking down a poltergeist… after I pick up my dress and Bobby will be arriving either tomorrow evening or early the next day and they both would like to meet you so they are coming for lunch the day before the wedding and then they will be throwing me a traditional hunters bachelorette… they will also make sure I get to the church on time for the ceremony I promise…”

Jason planted a kiss to your forehead before making you look at him….

Jason: “don’t worry babe its all good as I keep saying you do what you need to do… tonight we are going to finish these favors and watch a movie and sleep out here tonight…”

Jason immediately picked up one of the favors and started trying to imitate what you had done with the previous ones… you couldn’t help but laugh as you did yours in a perfect fashion… after about an hour you were finishing the last one… to which Jason responded with handing you your satin robe and your sating night dress…

Jason: “babe go get dressed into these and ill throw on the movie but it’s a surprise…”

He smiled at you with that same loving smile that he had charmed you with many many times… you went into the bathroom and put it on but taking a moment to trace your hunting scars… you remembered every single one… you shivered as the satin came in contact with your skin. You walked back to the living room and found he had set up the hid-a-bed you decided to demonstrate something to him so you backed up a bit took a running start and did a double back flip onto the bed landing right beside him…

Jason: “woah babe that was amazing…”

Y/N: “thank you now what is our viewing pleasure tonight…”

Jason: “we are watching poltergeist… the new one not the old one… and don’t worry I know if anything does happen you know how to solve it most likely…”

You couldn’t help but laugh cause it was true… Jason hit play and you huddled together staring at the screen… you didn’t jump once cause you knew the real thing was worse a lot worse… and that’s when you heard it a knock at the door… you told Jason to stay there and that you would check it out… you turned off all the lights and did up your housecoat… you took a peak through the eye hole and didn’t see much except a neck… you opened the door and looked up…

Sam: “well kiddo looks like we get to hunt this poltergeist old school…”

You punched his arm lightly…

Y/N: “you scared me… first Jason puts on poltergeist and then you show up…”

He smiled and you heard Jason pause the movie as if this was more interesting… you jumped back a slight bit as Sam dropped his bag on the ground and you smiled… you then watched as he charged you, you slid right bneath him, he came right at you throwing a few punches, you heard him grunting and that’s when things turned around was when the room got cold it made both you and Sam stop in your tracks…

Y/N: “Jason don’t fucking move from your spot…”

Jason: “babe what the hell is going on???”

Sam: “do as she says dude there is a poltergeist in this house… it caught drift of my scent as I entered the property of its original home… this one is dangerous… this poltergeist is extremely hostile… you need to stay where you are dude and let us handle this…”

Sam hands you a iron crowbar and you smile feeling normal once more and royally pissed off that Sam led the poltergeist to your place… you had been looking forward to killing it and now you had your chance…

Y/N: “make a salt circle around Jason Sam ill have a look around… no god damn poltergeist waltzes into my house and disrupts my evening and gets away with it…”

You walked away from them with your crowbar and searched all the rooms, that’s when you saw it, the words on the wall… you screamed, you then swang your crowbar and knocked the wind out of that dumb poltergeist… you snapped a photo of the wall with your phone and ran back to Sam and Jason.

Y/N: “Sam we got a huge problem… it wrote something on the wall of the bedroom…”

You showed it to Sam and Jason but Sam was the only one who reacted similar to you except he pulled you into his embrace and whispered in your ear…

Sam: “send it to me and ill try and decode it if its what I think it is then we have a few things to do…”

You nodded and then wiped your eyes as Jason looked at your expression and sighed…

Jason: “would one of you explain to me what is going on please?”

Sam: “basically this poltergeist is a messenger and it left a message then charged at Y/N before it left… whatever this message is its meant for Y/N so if you permit me to set up shop somewhere I would like to decode this for you…”

Y/N: “Sam you can set up shop either in the dining room or in my office your pick…”

Sam: “your office have a fouton?”

You nod your head and you usher for him to follow which he does bringing his bag and he looks at the area as he enters behind you…

Y/N: “the printer is wireless and I have notes and everything set up in here so you can do what you have to just decode it please Sam…”

Sam: “I will do my best and its probably a good idea to pick a different movie…”

Y/N: “bingo…”

You smile looking at him and you sigh…

Sam: “you think it was from him don’t you?”

Y/N: “im not sure what to think right now… but im gonna go back out there and ill keep the crowbar near me once you have it decoded text me he usually falls asleep quickly… so once he falls asleep I can come and see you and maybe we can chat…”

Sam hugs you and you let him because it finally felt normal…

Sam: “I would very much like that… got any food though ill probably eat in about an hour and a bit… or just bring me a small something when he falls asleep… y then forsure I should have something and I should also be hungry…”

You nod and smile looking at him, he releases you from his hold as you exit the room… you make your way back to Jason…

Jason: “so he is staying in the office tonight?”

Y/N: “ya but he is going to make sure to send me what he decodes and if you fall asleep it will be fine I might go and help with the research… and bring him some blankets and pillow and possibly food and a beer… but he did suggest we don’t watch poltergeist right now… we should watch something else… we can watch something or…”

Jason: “honey to be truthful I would just be happy watching whatever you put on… I honestly could fall asleep right now…”

Y/N: “im so sorry if what happened earlier messed up our night…”

Jason: “its ok babe it wasn’t yours or Sam’s faults don’t worry ill still love you even if you do crazy stuff like this and even if you keep hunting I wont judge you at all…”

Y/N: “one thing you have to understand babe is hunting is no funny business its hard and sometimes we loose the people we really care about… or you loose yourself amidst the darkness…”

Jason was facing you yes but when you turned to look at him you hadn’t realized how long it had taken you to say your reply cause he fell asleep… you knew he had been tired, you knew that whatever happened this was soon to be your life… no joy no excitement and none of the best sex you had ever had… you got up and grabbed your robe putting it on as you went to the kitchen grabbing 2 beers 2 bowls of soup and headed towards the office…

Y/N: “Sam can you open the door he fell asleep and my hands are full…”

You heard Sam’s footsteps towards the door in seconds it was opened and he looked at you like you were crazy…

Sam: “what can I take…”

Y/N: “1 beer and 1 bowl of soup…”

He took his soup and beer as you entered the room he gave you a seat and dug right into the soup…

Sam: “this is very good let me guess he made it…”

You nodded…

Y/N: “I haven’t had the cooking passion since…”

Sam: “say no more I understand how you feel… I don’t hunt with many people anymore its mostly just been me…”

Y/N: “Sam im so sorry for everything its just after dean dying in my arms and me shattering the windows I snapped before long I found myself here… I got here maybe within an hour or 2 straight driving no stops no nothing I filled up the impala the next day after showing up here and crying for 8 hours… Jason took the next day off work and we talked and brought our engagement back online… I had to keep my promise to Dean… I warded the house I kept 16 things of salt in the house… I made sure that any chance I could to hunt something close by I took it cause I couldn’t control my anger any other way…”

Sam: “I went to see ellen shortly after that day and she gave me a couple of cases to take and look into… minor things ghosts and like 3 poltergeists… so that’s how I spent the first little bit after dean’s death was working cases for Ellen… after that I went back to bobby’s and the first thing he did was hug me and hnd me a beer… then he asked me if I had heard from you and I said no and that the impala was gone probably with you and and and… I mean I understand why you took the impala I mean I get it I do but why…”

You started explaining everything to him and eventually you started dozing off, yo got sam some blanket and pillow and hugged him…

Y/N: “thank you for being here…”

Sam: “anytime kiddo..”

With that you and Sam parted ways for the night you laid back dow next to Jason who was already fast asleep… you laid there thinking and praying hoping that sometime soon there would be a sign a neon sign lit up like the heavens… with that thought in mind you fell asleep… waking up the next morning Jason was already gone to work, but then you heard it… you got up and ran back to the office throwing on your robe you opened the door and saw it…

Y/N: “omg Sam what the hell happened?”

Sam: “the poltergeist cracked its own code for us…”

Y/N: “Sam could this be true?”

Sam: “I don’t know I want to believe it but this coud just be something trying to trick us…”

Y/N: “ya but still why would it write, ‘DEAN WINCHESTER LIVES LADIES AND GENTLEMEN BRING ON THE WAR…’ what the hell does that mean?”

Sam: “well it either means something grabbed my brother out of the pit or something is playing a trick on us and is trying to lure us back to Lawrence…”

Y/N: “Sam I don’t want to think about what horrible thing this could be… ill put up extra warding and stick salt everywhere and then we will see what happens when bobby gets here…”

Sam hugs you tight and then he smiles pulling back…

Sam: “go get dressed we are gonna go and spend the day driving the impala and getting your dress and accessories…”

Y/N: “I don’t know if its necessary for you to be with me for something that’s only gonna take an hour… but I guess we can make a day out of it…”

Sam: “come on girl your more of a Winchester than anyone else… now go get dressed ill compile a printed list of these messages, and see what bobby thinks…”

You laugh and go to get dressed you pick out one of dean’s plaid shirts, a black tank top and a pair of short shorts… not grabbing socks knowing that you were wearing sandels... you walked back out of the bedroom and looked around the house but you heard the floor creek behind you… You turned around and back flipped as Sam came sliding on the floor towards you…

Sam: “well your instincts are still as sharp as ever…”

Y/N: “ya of course they are I joined a boxing/fighting gym just to keep up my skills…”

Sam: “of course you did… ready to go…”

Y/N: “almost there is one more thing I have to grab…”

You grabbed your bag with the binder in it and you grabbed the keys to the impala… running your fingers over the key chain you had given dean on your anniversary…

Y/N: “im driving”

Sam just laughed following you out the door and round to the back driveway…

Sam: “that’s why I didn’t see it out front… you keep baby in the garage…”

Y/N: “did you just call it baby?”

Sam nodded and you giggled putting your bag between you and Sam in the front as you used the garage remote to open the garage and you started her up… you sighed at the sound of the engine… you backed out of the garage and closed it behind you as you took off down the backlane…

the bridal shop where you had gotten your dress was only a few blocks away so you pulled up and parked in front looked at Sam as you both got out of the car, you guys walked in and were greeted by friendly voices…

Darlene: “Y/N darling…”

Y/N: “Darlene… im here to pick out the accessories and pick up the dress please…”

Darlene: “would you like to try on your dress ma’am?”

Y/N: “I would very much like to try it on for my best friend here… he is also my bridal party…”

Darlene takes your hand and then eyes Sam lovingly… she takes you to the back changing area where you strip down and she helps you into the dress…

Darlene: “oh honey it looks gorgeous...”

Y/N: “lets go show it to him I wish for him to show his reaction…”

You walk out to see Sam with his back turned to you, you got a little closer and cleared your throat… Sam turned towards you and dropped your bag…

Sam: “holy shit Y/N you look amazing…”

He was right you let him take the photos and you smiled…

Darlene: “now the correct shoes… cause honey those ones you have on right now don’t do justice for you…”

You smiled as she went to grab a different pair of shoes in your size you smiled watching Sam who was amazed…

Y/N: “okay sam be honest does it really look that bad?”

Sam: “no actually you almost look normal… and umm I think you need to see this…”

He says looking up from his phone, you look at it and you gasp…

Y/N: “this cant be real…”

Sam: “oh believe me its real… im gonna call the department as soon as we are done here and…”

Y/N: “no no no we can go down there personally… I work for them… hand me my phone please…”

Sam hands you your phone and you look at it hitting dial for your partner…

Y/N: “helen its me whats the low down on this new case…”

Helen: “oh girl I know umm did you want me to email it to you or…”

Y/N: “nah H ill bring one of my friends from the fbi who is in for the wedding and we will check it out after I pick up my dress…”

Helen: “do you think its…”

Y/N: “that’s exactly what I think…”

Over the next little while you, darlene and sam picked out your accessories but all you could think about was the new case…

Darlene: “ok here are the shoes I also took the liberty of getting you a veil, headpiece, gloves, necklace/earrings and the bouquet…”

Y/N: “omg Sam photograph everything please…”

Sam: “documenting all of this…”

Y/N: “better be I want to put all this into a book…”

You and Sam laughed but Sam knew that all you wanted to do right then was hunt…

Darlene: “heres the veil…”

Y/N: “omg its beautiful…”

Sam: “so are you girl…”

Sam snaps another photo and he smiles as Darlene presents another item…

Darlene: “here is the headpiece… which is to be attached after the veil…”

You squealed as you saw it sparkle in the sunlight…

Then all at the same time she pulled out the necklace/earrings, gloves and bouquet… your eyes went wide and Sam photographed your reactions upon seeing everything…

*insert necklace/earrings, gloves & bouquet*

You were speechless you hugged Darlene and then it was like clockwork… you heard screams… you heard gun shots and you grabbed your badge Darlene gave you the permission to go out the door, sam was right on your tail with his badge…

Woman: “please help the man over here needs medical attention…”

Y/N: “its ok ma’am my partner here will take down your statement of what you saw…”

You then turned to Darlene and told her to call the cops as you walked towards the vic… but immediately backed up when you saw his eyes… you whistled for Sam to come to your location he was at your side in an instant but there was one thing there and that was Dean’s shirt that he was wearing the night he died… you went to it picking it up and you told Darlene to cancel the call which took you to authorize and then you turned towards the woman and saw that she was gone…

Sam: “lets go back in the shop and finish paying for everything…”

You nodded your head bringing that shirt with you as you did… Darlene looked at you and smiled lightly…

Darlene: “I take it she found a few answers with what happened…”

Sam: “I think so but we will know more when we get the shirt examined… so if I may ill purchase the accessories…”

Darlene: “of course one moment please I need to help her out of her dress…”

Sam stood there putting everything back in your tote and he texted bobby…

Sam(VIA TEXT): “get here asap found DEAN’S SHIRT THAT HE WAS WEARING WHEN HE DIED Y/N IS SPIRALING…”

It didn’t take more than 1 minute before bobby texted back…

Bobby(VIA TEXT): “say no more I’m almost there…”

Sam knew that if anyone could figure this out it was you but with you spiraling he knew that it would take a miracle for you to calm down… Darlene came out of the room and to the register packing up all the accessories and the dress….

Darlene: “since she has already paid for the dress this is just for the accessories, will that be cash or card?”

Sam: “cash…”

Sam hands her the cash and she smiles…

Darlene: “you know I have seen her go through a lot but right now ive never seen her more scared..”

Sam: “its just pre wedding nerves mostly… I am her best friend so you know I have the right to worry…”

Darlene: “she is very lucky to have a friend like you…”

Sam turns around at the feeling of our hand on his arm…

Y/N: “thank you Darlene I couldn’t have asked for a better person to help me with everything…”

You turn back to Sam who is holding all the stuff and you smile… Darlene waves at you and smiles…

Darlene: “take care dear and good luck…”

You and Sam waved at her as you got into the impala… you leaned your head back on the head rest and you only smiled a little bit…

Sam: “are you ok kiddo…”

Y/N: “let me see the shirt again…”

Sam hands you the shirt and you start running your hands all over it but feel different textures and you look at him holding up your hand…

Sam: “is that…”

Y/N: “something to provide a message but what could it be…”

Sam: “to the lab?”

You stepped on the gas and you both arrived at the preceint in less than 5 minutes… you put on your badge and handed one to Sam who took it while you held the shirt and clutched it in your grasp… you opened the door and got out of the car…

Y/N: “helen meet me in the lab and bring the lab tech now…”

You and Sam rushed to the lab and you lay the shirt out on the table under the light… you start trying to scan it for strange entity… but of course that’s when Helen and Lab Tech Darryl walked in… you looked at them and they did you with the shirt on the table…

Helen: “umm wheres the person who was wearing that shirt?”

Darryl: “and whose the stiff behind you Y/N?”

You felt Sam tense up and you put your hand behind you touching his arm slightly as you look at him slightly…

Y/N: “this is Sam he is a FBI buddy from Sioux Falls… he happens to be my bridal party for my wedding and our supervisor is walking me down the aisle but right now I want to see if there is any un-identifyable elements or invisible ink or anything untraceable on this shirt… don’t ask questions just get me results…”

You ran your hands through your hair as you went over to the computer in the corner and you started searching for any strange signs, omens, anything… that’s when you found it… a report of a empty unmarked grave but of course the hours passed before something was revealed but at that moment your mind was swarming with so many damn thoughts of what this could all mean… but it was Sam’s voice that brought you back to reality…

Sam: “bobby called we should go back to the motel and meet up with him…”

You nodded and then you turned to your co workers and smiled lightly for a few seconds…

Y/N: “did you guys find anything…”

Helen: “yes but…”

Darryl: “see we don’t really know how to explain it…”

Sam: “ill explain it to you when we get to the car… it was lovely meeting you all but we have to go…”

You followed Sam out to the impala and you let him drive to the motel where you and him got out of the car and met the gaze of bobby…

Bobby: “well its about damn time…”

Sam: “sorry bobby Y/N was freaking out…”

You ran towards bobby and hugged him without warning the tears started flowing… over the next while you texted Jason and told him you were doing some of your bachelorette that night and that you would see him in the morning… he texted back telling you to have fun and that he loved you… all the laughing, beer and everything you felt a bit tired and you leaned your head against Sam’s shoulder…

Sam: “it is that time I guess isn’t it…”

Y/N: “sorry guys I guess with everything that happened today im just a little you know exhausted…”

Bobby: “understandable kiddo and whats for lunch tomorrow?”

Y/N: “I am not sure yet Jason wont tell me he said it’s a surprise… he was gonna stick me in the office while he cooked so I actually don’t know…”

Bobby: “don’t worry kiddo we will figure this out…”

That was when you started to doze off you could feel yourself entering a state of panic combined with tiredness… you got up and stumbled a bit and managed to slide your bra off and toss it at Sam’s head to which he turned around and hung it on the chair as he and bobby got up and got ready for bed… from all the times traveling and shacking up with the boys you always knew Sam to sleep without his shirt but in his jeans incase they ever had to run in the middle of the night…

Sam: “bobby you take the other bed ill share with Y/N I kinda owe it to her…”

Bobby: “of course boy but I gotta tell you I don’t think I have ever seen her this stressed out/scared its like she is seeing something that isn’t hers…”

Sam: “do you think he could be…”

Bobby: “well if he is somehow back I didn’t bring him back and I know for damn sure Y/N over there didn’t…”

Sam: “I didn’t do it believe me I tried but nothing worked…”

Bobby: “we can see what happens during the next day and a bit but anything strange and she might have to leave again…”

Sam: “I think if she had to make the choice again she would leave if it came down too it I mean you didn’t see the way her eyes lit up when we caught wind of the poltergeist in her house…they practically lit up the room bobby… at heart she knows she isn’t meant for normal… she is a hunter at heart and in full bobby and right now she is more anxious than ever…”

Bobby: “we will see what happens in the morning…”

Sam and Bobby both turned their gaze to ur sleeping form neither of them knew the repercussions of things about to come to light… Sam came and crawled in beside u and you curled against him like nothing had changed… the next morning you woke to ur phone ringing and Sam’s arm around your waist keeping you safe… you reached to the table unplugged your phone and answered it..

Y/N: “hello…”

Helen: “hey umm we have a problem crime scene we need help…”

Y/N: “isn't there another person who can help with his…”

Helen: “nope cause this thing is written in blood…”

You at that moment had elbowed Sam who was now listening to this…

Y/N: “we will be there as soon as possible me Sam and my FBI supervisor…”

At that moment Sam threw a pillow at Bobby who sat straight up and looked at Sam like he was gonna kill him but then Sam gestured to you who was getting up and searching for your badge and stuff turned around and glared at them, they took a hint…

Y/N: “if your not already there grab me a latte I'm gonna need it…”

Helen: “can u survive without it for now?”

Y/N: “I guess but u owe me…”

Helen: “don't I already…”

Y/N: “yes u do don't worry I'll think of something good…”

Helen: “shit get over here now…”

You rushed the guys at the sound of the rising panic in her voice…

Y/N: “Helen what's wrong?”

Helen: “is there a creature or being that has silver eyes?”

You were out the door faster than the guys as you all piled into the impala after you loaded up on silver bullets and put on your holster…

Y/N: “keep everyone on the scene till we arrive we r on the way…”

Helen: “why what's wrong?”

Y/N: “Helen just do it quarantine the area and text me the address take over for security till we get there… I'll explain everything I promise and keep the captain informed as well of what's happening, tell him it's only to be handled by my department…”

Helen: “will do boss…”

The call disconnected as you started the impala and the guys piled in…

Sam: “Y/N slow down and calmly explain to me what the hell is wrong?”

You were so terrified to say it but knew it had to be said…

Y/N: “shapeshifter it's invaded the department and a crime scene everyone there is a suspect the area is under quarantine and to top it all off there is a message written for me at the scene in human blood…”

Sam and Bobby shut up with the questions after that as you all got out of the car and you went over to Helen who waved you all through the tape…

Helen: “the captain is in the room with the blood message it's bad and cryptic girl and to top it all off the power has been flickering too…”

Bobby: “if the power is flickering it's not a shapeshifter it's a Revenant…”

Y/N: “helen let's go see the captain…sam and bobby question people and use the security footage tof find it please and no one leaves the area… at all...”

Helen followed u as Sam and bobby went the opposite way towards the crowd of frightened people… you and Helen reached the captain who immediately stalked towards you as you closed the door.

Captain: “Y/N what the hell is going on?”

Y/N: “captain sir please calm down and let me explain now you may want to sit down for this one cause it is gonna sound a little far fetched…”

The captain sat down and started breathing as you stood still and looked at him almost scared…

Y/N: “captain the world of the paranormal is real… there is few people who know about what goes bump in the night and all those unexplained cases that I've been handling are caused by some nasty monsters demons angels etc right now somewhere in this quarantined area is a Revenant we can't tell it's a Revenant unless we take a photo of everyone or have them touch a silver knife…”

Captain: “wait wait wait Woah are you telling me that someone in this area is a Revenant? And that silver is toxic to it…”

You nod and begin to feel scared… you look at Helen as she takes it as her que..

Helen: ��sir we need to make sure you're clear… we need to make sure ur not the Revenant…”

Captain: “how do u plan on testing me?”

Helen pulls out the silver switch blade u had given her and he backs up…

Captain: “you think this is legal…”

Y/N: “captain if I may… in my time away I've done much worse… trust me this is nothing… look I'll even take the test…”

You took the switchblade and sliced your arm and nothing happened but you grunted as the blade passed your skin…

Helen: “see nothing happened… captain it's your turn…”

Captain: “alright but make it fast…”

Helen took the blade and slid it across his skin and nothing happened…

Captain: “am I clear?”

Helen: “yes now we need to show Y/N the message…”

Captain: “when I saw this I knew it was weird and it specifically has your name on it but there was another thing too, it was a small bag looked like it was something pegan or odd enough that helen decided to call you…”

Y/N: “a hex bag show me the scene now…”

You followed the captain and helen to the other side of the building… you looked then at the message written on the wall in what seemed to be blood… you got closer to it and it became written in English…

“Y/N your true love lives, and you marry another Don’t despare any longer for he whom you love has been brought back from hell”

you took one look at it and you saw the hex bag it looked like the one you had left with Dean the day he died… you took it in your hands and you called Sam immediately and told him to come to your location he needed to hear it…

Sam: “what the hell is going on?”

Sam yells as he enters the room panting out of breathe… you point to the wall tears welling in your eyes as Sam follows your gaze reading the wall he embraces you as you let the tears fall freely…

Sam: “what is the plan boss?”

Helen: “we are gonna stand by you Y/N no matter what you choose…”

Captain: “you will always have a place among us Y/N and this time you can keep your badge…”

You sighed slightly thinking about how you blew off Jason and how the wedding was tomorrow and how your world was turning upside down…

Y/N: “I guess go to the church tomorrow and start the ceremony and see what happens from there…”

Sam: “if anything happens during the ceremony I know you will make the right choice…”

Y/N: “I know that but its gonna be a sad day if I have to leave again…”

Helen: “don’t worry it will work itself out in the end…”

Helen had a slight hiss to the end of her sentence but no one thought anything of it… you left the crime scene bobby saying that he would meet you and Sam back at your house as you left the stuff in the impala you entered the building and instantly sat by the window holding the shirt…

Jason: “Sam do I want to know what happened?”

Sam: “Y/N is just distracted by the case that’s all she will be fine for tomorrow ill make sure of it…”

Jason: “so man I don’t know much about what happened to the guy she was with when she took off..”

Sam: “trust me dude you don’t want to know… you honestly don’t want to know… but know this, she loved him, still does but right now I think she needs someone who has been there for her these past few months to lean on right now…”

It was then that a voice rang in your head and you fell off your seat and crashed to the ground your body seizing… Sam started searching the house as Jason grabbed his phone…

Jason: “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING???”

Sam: “no time for questions just put the phone down and help me look around for a bag.. a small bag with a pegan symbol on it…”

Jason: “what the hell?”

Sam: “she is holding her head this isn’t a hex bag dial 911 hurry…”

Jason did as told and you were rushed off within half an hour to the nearest hospital… where they stuck you on IV… Sam was standing outside the room as Bobby came to relieve him so he could eat and get coffee but amidst that he made a phone call…

Sam: “Ellen hey its Sam…”

Ellen: “whats wrong boy?”

Sam: “I need you to put out feelers…”

Ellen: “that tone to your voice doesn’t sound good…”

Sam: “that’s because whatever has happened is connected to Y/N it put her in the hospital… I need feelers out or someone to check on deans grave site…”

Ellen: “Samuel Winchester are you…”

Sam: “I am im suggesting my brother may have come back from the dead… what happened just now confirms it…”

Ellen: “cause of their connection…”

Sam: “if something happened to one of them it would happen to the other…”

Ellen: “but that hasn’t happened since…”

Sam: “I know…”

#princessbridechallenge

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