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theimpossiblescheme · 3 years ago

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sleep to you who wander

(As far as I’m concerned, The Castle of Cagliostro already has a perfect ending, especially for what’s supposed to be Lupin III’s final adventure. But what happens after our heroes ride off into the sunset and life continues for them, anticlimactic as it might be? I wrote this after pondering that very question, with help from @dying-suffering-french-stalkers and her reference to a simiilar scene in The Princess Bride, where the ride off into the sunset doesn’t go quite so smoothly. We’ve had a looooot of DM conversations on the topic, and this was the result--I hope you guys enjoy it!)

“Did we lose ‘em?”

Meeting Jigen’s eyes in the rearview mirror for a second, Goemon glanced out the back window. There was a reassuring lack of sirens on the road behind them. “We lost them. Fujiko must have headed them off at the border.”

Lupin let out a quiet chuckle from the passenger seat. “Oh, so she wouldn’t share the plates, but…” He trailed off and sank further down, tempted to tilt the seat back, but not wanting to scare the poor unsuspecting samurai sitting there (not that ending up in a blushing Goemon’s lap wouldn’t be nice…)

Besides, they’d have to make a pit stop soon, anyway.

“Hey, Jigen? As soon as we find a petrol station, pull over.”

“We’ve got plenty of fuel still. And don’t tell me you gotta take a leak—”

“Just pull us over, all right? I gotta take care of something.”

A pause. Jigen and Goemon’s eyes met again through the mirror.

“… Get me some cigarettes while you’re in there?”

“Done.”

The last of the Cagliostro countryside turned into the Italian countryside, and the back roads turned into the streets of Ventimiglia, Italy. So many people were out on the sidewalks, perusing shop windows and outdoor stands, lined up across each block in herds, almost drowning out traffic… what day was it? Lupin realized he hadn’t even been keeping track—the only indication he’d had of the time passing was the newspaper clipping of the Count’s failed wedding. The fashion markets happened on Fridays, right? He remembered Rebecca mentioning that to him… how long ago now? It couldn’t have been too long, could it? Maybe if he watched the crowds now, he could catch a glimpse of long blonde hair streaked with blue (or maybe she’d gotten bored of that color and switched to pink or purple or something. Women did so love changing up their hair), but he couldn’t twist that far without a rib digging directly into his lung and making him gasp.

Where the hell was a petrol station when you needed one?

It took about fifteen minutes of Jigen honking furiously at pedestrians and growling for them to “share the goddamn road” before they were moving at full speed and finally pulling in beside one of the pumps. Jigen emphatically buried his spent stub of a cigarette in the ashtray, driving his own point home. “You promised—”

“Don’t worry, I’m good for it.” Lupin tried to reach for the First Aid kit under the seat as nonchalantly as possible as he opened the door and rose to his feet…

Jigen was too quick on the uptake. Grabbing his wrist and twisting his arm just so, forcing Lupin to look up at him? “Whaddya need it for?”

“C’mon, it’s not a big—”

“What do you need it for?”

… Well, right now, the last thing Lupin needed was to have the truth choked and yanked out of him. Even sighing made his chest hurt. “Get my jacket off for me, would you?”

Jigen obeyed, pulling it off carefully by the arms and draping it across the back of his own seat. At the same time, Lupin unbuttoned his black shirt until the wrappings and bandages underneath were showing.

There was actually less blood than he’d expected. Maybe he hadn’t torn everything open… just enough to make a mess, though.

Over his shoulder, he heard Jigen hiss in shock and the back passenger door open as Goemon bounded out. “Why the hell didn’t you tell us?” came Jigen’s choked voice as he almost jumped out of the driver’s seat, letting Lupin’s head fall back against it. Lupin almost made a joke about how he’d been cheated out of laying in two very choice gentlemen’s laps, but it died in his throat as he let his back fully stretch out for the first time in hours.

“Wasn’t really the biggest thing in on my mind,” he admitted, unable to keep from wincing, but forcing himself to relax more as Goemon knelt and inspected his wounds. “We had a wedding to stop, a princess to rescue, a treasure to uncover, a Count to defeat… kind of a packed schedule, even for us.” Still, getting into a fight in a clocktower and then plummeting several hundred feet into freezing cold water on top of that didn’t exactly do wonders for multiple gunshot wounds and a concussion. Who would’ve thought?

“You still should have told us you were in pain,” Goemon replied somewhere near his waist. He lay one cool hand over where one of the bandages had come loose, a warning and a request, and Lupin nodded and gritted his teeth in anticipation. “We could have helped you when you first came back.”

“Yeah, I know… I just had a lot of my mind.” Goemon went slowly and gently as he tightened the wrappings, occasionally mopping up the blood with a paper napkin from the glove compartment along the way, and Lupin tilted his head back for any friction to distract from the sting and pull in his skin. Normally when he was being treated like this, he would either playfully swoon over his wonderful nurses and how good they were with their hands, or he would rail loudly at how unfair it was and that he couldn’t be slowed down like this. Right now, he didn’t have the energy for either. His chest was still tight, and it had nothing to do with the bandages.

“If you ever need help, just let me know. I’ll come running from anywhere on earth to save you.”

Just don’t need me yet, kiddo—I’m not in the best shape for it right now.

“You gonna be okay?” Jigen’s voice again. The seat right above his head dipped, and Lupin looked up to see him crouched right above him, his knee almost grazing the top of his hair.

“Oh, yeah, I’ll be fine. You know me—it’s gonna take a lot more than this to knock me out of the running.”

“Says the guy who was knocked out for three days straight not that long ago.”

“But isn’t that why I have you?” Lupin tilted his head further back and shot Jigen the brightest, most charming smile he could manage. “To gallantly nurse me back to health when my strength fails?”

Jigen didn’t answer, but he did mutter something that sounded like “smug little prick” before raking a hand across Lupin’s head, fingers digging through his hair into his scalp. Lupin shamelessly leaned into the touch—it was enough to make up for the lack of Goemon’s hands after he tied off the last of the bandages and buttoned Lupin’s shirt back up to the collar. He still couldn’t tie a necktie, but Lupin didn’t want to bother with it right now.

“Do you know where we’re heading next?” Goemon asked, offering a hand to help Lupin straighten up.

“Not a clue.” He tried to pass it off as casual, his usual devil-may-care recklessness, as he rose to a sitting position in the passenger seat once again. “You guys have any ideas?”

Jigen shrugged as he climbed back in behind the wheel, but Goemon hesitated, still kneeling right outside with the First Aid kit in his lap… ears going slightly pink. “I… may have one.”

“Oh?” Now Lupin was extremely alert. “Well, you know I’d loooove to hear it, Goemon!”

“I would like to go back to Japan--Suminawa’s village, specifically. I have… some loose ends I’d like to tie up.”

No sooner had those words left his mouth than Jigen let out a knowing cackle. “You’re wanting to see Murasaki again, aren’t ya? Isn’t it about time you made an honest woman of her?”

Goemon’s extremely pink face was answer enough for both of them.

“Hey, that sounds great!” Lupin leaned forward, shifting just so he could sling an arm around his partner’s shoulder. “Tell you what—we’ll make a road trip out of it. Just the three of us. We’ll just drive until we need to find a ship across, and if there’s any place you guys wanna hit along the way, we can do it. Doesn’t even have to be a heist—if you guys wanna go sightseeing or shopping or anything at all, just let me know!”

It felt a bit like stalling, and maybe it was. Maybe he just didn’t want to let Goemon go just yet. Maybe the prospect of him settling down (even if it was with a nice girl like Murasaki) felt a little too much like never seeing him again. But he’d already left way too soon after the three of them hightailed it out of Monaco, and as nice it was to spend all that time on the road with Jigen… the Fiat’s backseat did feel pretty empty.

And there was still that tightness in his chest he wanted to put off dealing with for as long as possible.

To his relief, Goemon nodded. “That does sound nice… as long as you don’t get us lost on the scenic route through Russia on the way.”

“Hey, that was one time!”

“And the only time, right?”

Before Lupin could say anything, Jigen was cackling again and actually aiming a gentle kick right at the small of his back, forcing him to his feet. “C’mon, dumbass—you’re still on cigarette duty before we hit the road.”

***

He had planned for a couple of heists along the way. Just a couple—there weren’t many places Lupin hadn’t already stolen from or at least had a memorable encounter therein. At some point over the campfire, he’d dug out a collection of old roadmaps and traced the many annotations he’d left in it. Every continent, every large metropolitan area in every country. X-es and checkmarks over where he’d been, notes scribbled in the margins. Lists of traps to look out for, supplies to bring with them. Lather, rinse, repeat on every page. Sheafs of hotel stationery tucked into the bindings with diagrams and estimated floorplans and arrows mapping out everyone’s positions, including Zenigata’s.

(Where was Pops now, anyway? Was he still out there looking for them? Had he given up? Hell, there was a chance he’d stumble across their little campsites any second… in which case, Lupin was tempted to just offer him a sausage and tell him to take a load off.)

Very little empty, unexplored space left on any of them. That, too, sat heavy somewhere in Lupin’s chest.

But he did want to eke out a handful of smaller jobs. Mostly second tries at treasures they hadn’t quite managed to steal, moving from one museum to another. The Faberge Museum had apparently found more eggs to display, and what the hell, it might be nice to have something pretty for the hell of it (and they’d lost their old haul somewhere in a Moscow hotel the last time) …

It seemed only appropriate that Fujiko beat him to it.

The Fiat had parked overnight along the Moyka River Embankment, nestled inconspicuously among the other cars. The engine was running just enough to leave the heat on, and Goemon was sitting upright in the backseat, head lolled gently against his chest, while Jigen had tipped his own seat all the way back so that his head nearly rested on Goemon’s knee. Lupin had spent the past six hours driving, and his jacket was actually buttoned for once so he could burrow into the neck, trying to force himself to sleep. Jigen’s snores didn’t usually bother him, but right now they were unnecessarily loud.

He'd almost mistaken the rumble of Fujiko’s bike for another snore.

But as he leaned his cheek against the window, there it was. And there she was. Still blonde, her surplus military uniform traded for her old red biker’s gear. Goggles pulled up over her forehead as she sidled up to the car, eyes finding Lupin’s and giving him a slight, amused smirk as he could only blink at her at first before rolling down the window. She’d been so far ahead of them… how had she caught up? Or rather, how had they caught up with her?

“Nothing there that we haven’t already picked over, unfortunately,” Fujiko said, hefting a large satchel into her lap. “Still… I did manage to come away with a few little beauties.” With some effort, she lifted out a large golden egg latticed with starbursts and topped with a diamond the size of an eyeball. And when she cracked it open, a miniature red coach, also studded with gold and propelled by golden wheels, tumbled gently out.

Lupin couldn’t help but whistle. “Very nice… I don’t suppose I can get you to share, Fujicakes?” He pressed his hands together under his chin like a child praying at Christmas, tilting his head up and exaggeratedly batting his eyelashes at her. “I’d settle for just the coach, y’know.”

“Not a chance.” Fujiko quickly tucked the treasures back into her satchel. “I know appraisers who would pay in blood just to touch the Imperial Coronation egg. And last I checked, you came away from Cagliostro empty-handed.”

“Hey, I was the one who uncovered the Roman city underneath the lake—that has to count for something!”

“But you can’t exactly carry a city, Lupin.”

“Well, not with that attitude.” As if he couldn’t still picture it perfectly, even after so many weeks. Or months—had it been months since they started? It felt like hours since he’d been there walking the ruins, jumping across causeways Clarisse couldn’t reach so he could catch her on her way over. He’d stolen San Marino, he’d stolen Paris, he’d stolen New York City more than once, and now he had this little piece of Cagliostro… there was something romantic about that. Something suitably grand for the world’s greatest thief. Lupin the First would definitely approve.

Fujiko just hummed skeptically and let it go, repositioning her bike in preparation to drive away. “So where are you all off to?”

“Back to Japan—Goemon wanted to patch things up with Murasaki, and I told him we’d make a trip of it. What about you?”

“Mmmm… I haven’t decided yet.” There was a note of wistfulness in Fujiko’s voice, in her eyes… Lupin always found that particularly beautiful. Not that she wasn’t a knockout when she was confidently conning her way through droves of men, himself included, with that hard set in her face and that edge in her smile—lesser men had died just for a glimpse. But these spare moments of uncertainty, especially in the dim light when she still had some plausible deniability, were that much more precious. Lupin had missed seeing them, now that they weren’t in such close quarters anymore. “I know at least one dealer in France who would pay pretty handsomely. And I haven’t been back there in a while… you know, I actually miss it.”

“Even with all the bullshit from last time?”

She actually laughed, if only just a little. “Even with all the bullshit from last time.”

“Hey, say hi to Ami for me. And save me a reservation at the Ritz—we could catch up.”

There was something oddly final about this, too. Maybe he was just overthinking things; after all, this was Fujiko, who couldn’t be bothered tying herself to any one city or any one man or woman. They’d see each other again someday. It was almost inevitable. That was why he didn’t bother giving her a date—maybe it would be months, maybe even years, but at least that table would be there, waiting.

Still… he pictured this going differently. Maybe after one more grand heist, one more merry chase through the hallways of some huge museum or manor house before they emerged onto a balcony and Fujiko leaped onto the ladder of a waiting helicopter, leaving him with empty hands and tingling lips once again. Or maybe one last tumble, for old time’s sake (not that there was room in the car for that, and Jigen would bawl him out if he dragged them all to a hotel just for her). This felt… weirdly anticlimactic in comparison.

Maybe that was only fitting. It wasn’t really an end per se, or at least it didn’t have to be. Nothing ever really ended between them.

Fujiko smiled. “We’ll see how things turn out.” And she started to turn around to leave…

“Oh, Fujiko?”

She stopped midway through lowering her goggles. “Hmm?”

Lupin was tempted to ask for a kiss, or even to just take her free hand and kiss it in farewell. But neither felt right at the moment, and on the chance she’d refuse he didn’t want them to leave on bad terms. So instead he just gave her a smile. “See you around.”

Her own smile brightened, and she gave him a wink in return before revving her engine and riding off down the road. Lupin watched her go until the motorcycle was a dot in the distance before sinking back into his seat, not even bothering to roll the window back up. There was a breeze coming in from off the river. Beside him, Jigen had backed nearly all the way up and off the passenger seat toward the back, still laying flat with his hat over his face, but nearly on top of Goemon, who barely registered his presence.

It was a nice night.

***

It was a nice night when they finally dropped off Goemon as well. They’d long since lost track of how long they’d been on the road--the Fiat had lasted several dozen tanks of gas, two flat tires, one fussy engine that Jigen had taken multiple attempts to jumpstart, and a barge across the Sea of Japan. By the time they reached Murasaki’s village, the air brushed coolly through the open windows, the caps of snow on the mountains nearby had grown whiter, and the trees rustled red and gold.

The world had been green when they started out, Lupin noted. Maybe he just hadn’t noticed the change.

Halfway through a familiar glen, where a small roadside garden stretched slowly into view, Goemon motioned for them to stop. “I can walk the rest of the way.”

“You sure?” Lupin pulled over to one side and parked, but didn’t kill the engine just yet. “We can drop you off right on her doorstep, it’s no problem.”

“I think I would rather talk to her alone when I get there. We’ll have a lot of ground to cover… since I’ve been gone so long.” Climbing out of the backseat, sword in hand and travelling hat tucked under his arm, Goemon came to stand in front of them. “So we can say goodbye here.”

Oh, to hell with that. The second he and Jigen climbed out after him, Lupin reached out and took Goemon’s hands and, when he seemed receptive to that, swept him into a hug, one hand on the back of his hair. There was so much he wanted to say… most of it variations on thank you. For putting up with his nonsense, for coming through every time they needed him and every time they didn’t, for staying by his side even when Jigen couldn’t, for being so absurdly loyal and brave, for making him laugh and feel alive even from the moment they met, for letting Lupin make him laugh when he thought he never would again, for letting him be a part of his life at all… they’d be here all night if he kept counting the reasons.

For now, one quiet “Thank you” would do before he pulled out of the hug and gave Goemon a kiss on each cheek. “You take care of yourself, okay? Her, too.”

Goemon nodded, throat suspiciously tight as he moved onto Jigen, who wrapped him into his own tight hug. “Don’t be a stranger,” Jigen murmured before dropping his voice and whispering something only he could hear into his ear. Lupin didn’t try to listen, tempting as it was--he just stood back alongside them, hands in his pockets. When Goemon finally stepped away, his jaw stuttered with the beginnings of half a dozen parting words before snapping closed as he gave them both a nod.

“Travel safe, you two. I’ll… I’ll be in touch.”

Lupin gave him the same smile he’d given Fujiko, feeling it pull even more at his lips this time. “We’ll hold you to that, y’know.”

And with that, Goemon turned, let in a deep cleansing breath that eased the remaining tension in his shoulders, and started off down the road. His partners watched him go until he, too, was only a dot disappearing around the bend in the wake of a tiny indoor light glowing yellow and drowning him out. Saying goodbye to Fujiko had felt strangely unsatisfying, but somehow just right. This… this just felt right.

Didn’t stop his eyes from burning against the dark, though.

Lupin hadn’t realized how dark it had gotten--how long they’d been standing there--until Jigen nudged him, a fuzzy indigo blur in the shadow of the car. “C’mon. Let’s find a place to sleep.”

Neither of them moved for a few minutes after that. Even with nothing left to see but the fireflies in the grass.

***

“You can take that off now, you know--it’s starting to creep me out.”

Lupin grinned behind the mask of Zenigata’s face. “Hey, maybe Pops’ll take the hint and join us for a breather.” It had been almost a year since they’d seen hide or hair of the good inspector (hell of a thing to process), and Lupin was starting to miss him. And after all, no matter where he was in the world, there was no better way to summon him than somebody reporting a false sighting.

Jigen rolled his eyes, but patted him on the shoulder as the elevator landed and he peeled back off down the hotel hallway. “Yeah, well, you go change. I’m gonna go check out our room--they better have been serious about the bar.”

Once he was alone, Lupin ducked through the doorway to the courtyard, glancing around him before pulling off the mask and tucking it into the pocket of the great brown overcoat before slinging it over his shoulder. There were still a few weeks left before the snow stayed down in drifts, so for today the sky was blue and clear, and piles of grey slush clumped around the remaining patches of grass and the little patio that had once been surrounded by summer flowers…

He’d almost walked right on past, but his eye finally caught the figure sitting on the sofa. Surrounded by large antique suitcases, flanked by an old man in rough-hewn gardener’s clothes and two hulking security guards the size of professional wrestlers. A petite figure in a purple dress, red hair pinned elegantly at the nape of her neck and hidden by a wide-brimmed hat.

Lupin recognized her in an instant. She recognized him, too--as she rose and rushed over to meet him, her arms went out as if to hug him, but at a start from one of her bodyguards, she resisted and forced them back down to her sides. Instead, she held up a hand for him to kiss, as befitting a proper young lady, but as he did so her voice was breathless with excitement.

“I knew… I just knew we’d meet again someday, Mr. Thief.”

And the ache in Lupin’s chest yawned so fiercely he feared it might swallow him.

***

Their hotel room did not, in fact, come with a bar. With much grumbling, Jigen had taken them to the one across the street. It was admittedly a very nice place--the staff were friendly, the drinks were great, and the in-house jazz band had the tact to slow things down after a certain hour and more than a few patrons needed cut off for the night. Right now they were playing a melancholy piece for saxophone and piano, more of a reflection than a true song.

It gave Lupin something to focus on… the ice in his glass was melting and the condensation leaving rings on the table, but he couldn’t bring himself to drink.

“Been doin’ an awful lot of sighing there, buddy,” came Jigen’s voice beside him, slowly nursing his own glass of scotch. When Lupin didn’t rise to the bait, Jigen heaved a long-suffering sigh of his own. “Look, I’m not gonna choke it out of you in front of a buncha strangers, so you might as well tell me now.”

“All, right, all right…” Where did he even start, though? It was all a disorganized jumble in his head, and that bothered him more than anything. That, and the stupid lingering anxiety of how Jigen might react. He raised his melting glass and downed it, desperately drawing energy from the burn in his throat. “You’ll never guess who I ran into earlier when we first checked in.”

“Better not have been Pops--at least not while you were still wearing his face.”

“Nope. Clarisse.”

Jigen’s face softened a bit. “No kidding?”

“No kidding.” Lupin wanted to smile, but he only managed a slight upturn of his lips. “She’d snuck into Japan to ask for help establishing a tourist program for Cagliostro. She was just on her way home, though, so we… we didn’t actually get to talk much.” But there was so much more to the conversation, short as it was, that Lupin wished he could go into. How Clarisse had dedicated so much to dismantling the tools of her family’s corruption and making public statements to the world about undoing the damage. How she was personally helping to convert the underground printing press into shelters for the poor. How she’d spent her seventeenth birthday touring her kingdom and getting to know her subjects, even taking the afternoon to make tea for an old woman and her grandchildren. How Christopher was still a good friend, how Karl was still lively as a puppy even as “an old man in dog years.” How healthy she looked now that she was no longer a prisoner in her own home, how she wore the poise of a queen when she was still so young. How much difference a year had made for her.

How much it hurt to say goodbye to her twice.

“Glad she’s doing okay.” Jigen’s voice was soft, as if intuiting everything Lupin wasn’t saying. “She’s a good kid.”

Lupin nodded, staring down into his empty glass. He was tempted to ask for another, but the way his mind was now, it would only lead into a dark drunken spiral, and he didn’t need the additional static in his head. This was a conversation he needed to have sober. “I don’t know how I’m ever gonna top it. Cagliostro, I mean… we saved a princess, we saved a whole kingdom, we uncovered this whole conspiracy, we found the city under the lake… kinda hard to go any bigger.”

Jigen tipped his head in agreement. “Not to mention how often you almost got yourself killed. More than usual for you.”

Oh, if he only knew… there had been a split second, right before he and Clarisse hit the water, that he thought if he were to actually die--not just faking it for the sake of a scheme, but for real--it wouldn’t be a bad way to go. Foiling the Count, shielding her from the impact. Being the hero for once.

A few more drinks, and he might wonder if it was a shame the fall didn’t kill him after all.

“What haven’t we done at this point, Jigen?” He knew how tired and pathetic he sounded and couldn’t bring himself to care. “We’ve been on the road together for how long, and now it’s just us… what else is there left?” He thought back to his collection of maps, how many checkmarks and X-es marked where they’d all four stayed and stolen. How many places they could never go back thanks to bounties on their heads and warrants for their arrest, how many people they’d left behind. It was hard keeping in touch when you were constantly moving around; so many unopened letters and dropped calls from Rebecca, Ami, Maki, Laetitia, and he’d lost track of how many others sat waiting for replies that would never come. Before it might have felt freeing, but now it was just lonely. Especially with Goemon and Fujiko gone and the roads ahead of them drying up. The world felt so much hollower.

It took a few minutes for Jigen to answer. The saxophone wailed plaintively from the bandstand as he drained the last of his scotch and sat contemplating, leaning heavily forward with his arms crossed over the table. “You remember a couple years ago in Paris? I told you to consider retiring now that things were getting more complicated?”

Lupin looked over at him. “You still think I should? Just… pack it in for good?”

Jigen gave the briefest of shrugs. “It’s an option. If you ever wanted to.”

It was strange to even think about now. He’d joked about it on plenty of occasions, and Jigen had promptly barked at him to shut up and not treat the topic so lightly. And he’d taken breaks before, usually for the sake of a woman who’d caught his eye and even once for Fujiko. But the idea of well and truly retiring… how would he even spend it? His grandfather had still taken undercover jobs on the side--as a tutor, a museum curator, a Minister of the Interior, even as a private detective. That might not be a terrible idea; Lupin had rather enjoyed his last stint at solving a mystery rather than causing one. And even if he didn’t go with that, he’d still promised that girl Marie he’d ask after her someday after she’d helped him. He might actually have time for that now.

His father had died in a train crash that left only two survivors. Even as a teenager watching the last car go up in smoke, Lupin had promised himself that he’d never die like that. Every close call, every false alarm since then had simply been to head off what everyone said was inevitable at the pass. To steal himself more time. And now, for once, he had an abundance of it.

At least until he looked in the mirror one day and found more wrinkles under the makeup, more grey under the black. He’d cross that bridge when he came to it.

For now, he managed a small, humorless chuckle. “Honestly… it’s the one thing I still haven’t done yet.”

“Figured out what you wanna do?”

“Not yet. I might stay here for a while, make a few calls until I do.”

“Well, you’re not gettin’ rid of me, I hope you know that.”

“... What?”

“You heard me.” Jigen tipped back the brim of his hat, exposing his eyes and the total honesty therein. “I know we’ve been having this whole farewell tour, but… where you go, I go. I meant it then, and I mean it now.” A few years ago, there might have been some flicker of uncertainty in his voice, as if afraid that Lupin might turn him away, but now that fear was gone, replaced with a gentle conviction. Offering reassurance instead of asking for it.

Lupin wanted to cry. He hadn’t even begun to plan how he would say goodbye to Jigen, even on the way to the hotel. Nothing seemed like enough, even the wildest, tenderest night of passion before they parted ways. Knowing his track record so far, it might have been something unremarkable, a final cigarette or meaningless conversation in an alleyway before Jigen exited one way and Lupin another. Either way, one last goodbye in this endless series seemed inevitable.

But here was Jigen still. Until the end of the line. Sparing him any more.

He still felt unbearably tired, but he let that fatigue sink comfortably into him as he leaned against Jigen’s shoulder and slipped a hand into his. “I’m glad.”

#I have revised this... so many times from the original Doc but I think it's finally reached a state I'd be comfortable and proud of sharing.#Thanks again to Wendy for inspiring this. <3 #lupin iii #fanfic

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omgrachwrites · 4 years ago

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The Book of Love - Chapter Two

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Ravenclaw!Reader

Summary: After a breakup leaves you heartbroken and miserable, things start to change for the better when you begin exchanging notes in a library book with a mystery boy.

Warnings: fluff, swearing

Words: 2402

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this part! Please let me know what you think and let me know if you would like to be tagged! I love you all! xxx

Chapter Two

It seemed like mere moments since you had fallen into your extremely comfortable bed with a full belly and a strong feeling of contentment but all too soon you were rudely thrust into the waking world. You had been having such a lovely dream of summer days and endless jugs of iced pumpkin juice. However, the real world was a good deal colder and a thin layer of frost settled on the windowpanes, the frost had come early this year. That wasn’t to say that you weren’t happy about being back at school because you were, you were ecstatic, you just wished that you could have an extra ten minutes in bed.

“Good morning sleepy head,” your best friend – apart from Sirius – Lyra grinned at you. As usual she was already half dressed; she was annoyingly such a morning person. You grumbled out a reply as you rubbed your eyes and you began pulling on your uniform, “so,” Lyra started, “will you be sitting at the Gryffindor table again? I’m pretty sure it’s blasphemy to sit at another house’s table during the sorting feast,” she grinned at you to show you she was joking.

You smiled as you rolled your eyes and tried to tame the tangled mess that was your hair, “I just thought it would be good to expand my social circle that’s all. Sirius’ friends have been really sweet towards me.”

Lyra smiled sincerely as she took your hands in her own, “I’m here for whatever you need. You know that right? If you need me to kill Lucius or kick Narcissa’s arse, you just let me know.”

You pulled your friend into a tight hug, whispering into her silver hair, “I know, thank you,” you pulled away from the hug and grinned, “you know, you’re welcome to join us. It wouldn’t hurt for you to also expand your social circle,” you booped her nose playfully and she wrinkled it in response.

“I will, on the condition that you put in a good word with Sirius for me.”

If you weren’t so close to Sirius then you would have set them up but it would be painfully awkward if you set your two best friends up and it didn’t work out. You simply laughed and linked your arm through hers, “Lyra, you are way too good for him.”

As you and Lyra walked into The Great Hall together you scanned the Gryffindor table in search of Sirius until you saw him waving at you to get your attention. You grinned and pulled Lyra over to the table and she made a simpering noise at your side. You turned to look at her, assuming that she was looking at Sirius; instead she was looking at Remus.

“Look at the way he’s looking at you, I think that Remus has a crush on you,” Lyra whispered, not bothering to hide the joy on her face, “oh Y/N, he’ll be so good for you, and he’s such a sweet guy.”

You sighed as you rolled your eyes and shook your head, “oh Merlin, not you as well,” you muttered as you shot Remus a sweet smile as you slipped in between Sirius and Peter. He probably would be good for you but you weren’t looking for anything like that, at least not yet.

“Good morning boys, sleep well?” you giggled as you stole a triangular slice of toast from Sirius’ plate and you took a bite, relishing at the amazing taste of the sticky honey as it made your lips feel sugary and numb.

James raised an eyebrow at you as he dragged a hand through his hair and he took a long gulp from his mug, “as well as you did by the looks of it,” you scowled at him as you rubbed your tired eyes.

“Y/N?” Remus started and you looked over at him, he had a light flush on his cheeks as he rubbed a hand through his hair, making it even more tousled, “you’ve got some honey on the corner of your mouth,” he chuckled nervously as he pointed at his own mouth.

Smiling your thanks at him, you lifted a hand to the left side of your mouth, “did I get it?”

He shook his head as he picked up a clean napkin, “may I?”

Wordlessly, you nodded and Remus leaned over to the table to wipe the smattering of honey from your lips, he hesitated as he pulled his hand away and you saw his eyes flicker down to your lips and then back up to your face. There was a pretty twinkle in his hazel eyes, “thanks Remus,” you whispered with a smile and he quickly leaned back with a small smile on his face.

Sirius smirked and nudged your arm but you ignored him as you looked over at Lily to say something to her. The words died in your throat as you saw that Lily was looking between you and Remus with a bright smile on her face, her emerald green eyes narrowed. When she felt you looking at her she grinned at you innocently as she went back to her cereal.

“So, Y/N, Lyra. Do you girls fancy coming on the first Hogsmeade trip with us, I think the first date is mid-October.”

Before you could answer, Lyra spoke up, “we’d love to, thanks Lily,” she was twirling her hair through her fingers and she was smirking at Sirius who was smirking right back at her, his grey eyes dropping to her lips.

You rolled your eyes as you piled bacon and eggs onto your plate and filled up your golden goblet with pumpkin juice. You chatted with Lily and Remus about the upcoming Hogsmeade trip while Lyra and Sirius flirted shamelessly, and when the bell rang you were all shunted to your first lesson which was Transfiguration.

McGonagall spent the first part of the lesson lecturing the class on Animagi. Though you knew that Sirius didn’t need the lecture you weren’t sure why he decided to become an Animagus illegally. It just didn’t make sense. Though it did make sense as to why he was doodling on a scrap piece of parchment, not paying the slightest bit of attention to what McGonagall was saying. When McGonagall instructed you all to get your books out you dug around in your bag for a few moments. It felt like a stone had been dropped in the pit of your stomach when you made the realisation and you mentally slapped yourself.

“Shit!” you exclaimed a little too loudly. The whole class fell silent at your exclamation and you glanced up to look at your friends. Sirius was smirking while Lily was shaking her head with an amused smile and Remus was smiling politely. Next to you, you could feel Lyra’s shoulders shaking as she silently laughed.

“I beg your pardon Miss Y/L/N?” McGonagall looked at you from over the top of her round spectacles, her mouth set in a firm line.

Heat rushed up your neck and onto your cheeks as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as you fiddled with your fingers as you cleared your throat, “I’m sorry Professor, but I seem to have forgotten my book at home,” you couldn’t believe that you had made such a blunder.

McGonagall sighed as she twirled her wand between her long fingers, “very well. Share a book until you can have yours sent over,” you nodded as you looked down at Lyra’s book and there were no more outbursts for the rest of the lesson.

At the end of the lesson you were walking down the cold hallway with Lyra and Lily when Remus caught up to the three of you, “hey Y/N,” you smiled as you turned around and saw Remus, “if you need to use a text book then you’re more than welcome to use mine,” he flushed and you wondered how someone could be so sweet and selfless.

“That’s very sweet of you to offer Remus but I wouldn’t want to put you out. I’ll write a letter home to my parents tonight and I’m sure they’ll send it over soon enough. Thank you though, I appreciate the offer,” you smiled as you placed a hand on his arm.

He nodded, looking vaguely disappointed as he walked back to join his friends. Lyra tutted and shook her head, “Merlin, Y/N. You are so damn oblivious.”

Later on that evening you sat in front of the crackling fire with Lyra and about half a dozen open books. You had borrowed the book that you needed from the library; you didn’t want to constantly keep borrowing Lyra’s book. You were in the process of sticking post it notes on the pages, you liked to annotate your books but you would never deface a library book so you were using heart shaped post it notes.

About half an hour later you began to grow bored with working so you settled for doodling little pictures and bits of poetry that you had read over the summer on a blank post it note. You vaguely wondered what the school year had in store for you.

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Remus grinned in amazement as he made his way through the busy library; it was always amazing to see how the library filled up during the first week of being back at Hogwarts. Though Remus knew that in a couple of weeks the library would be a lot less busy and students would soon start falling behind in their work. That was the pattern

As Remus reached up to grab the book that he required he cursed Sirius, he cursed Sirius to hell and back. Sirius was currently using Remus’ Transfiguration book as a flat surface so he and James could build a house of cards using Exploding Snap cards, they’d also stolen Lily’s book. Remus could simply take his book back but he really didn’t fancy putting up with a stroppy Sirius, it just wasn’t worth it. He could have also used Sirius’ book but he wanted to take a jaunt down the library for a bit of peace and quiet, and he wanted to see if he would run into Y/N.

With the big book firmly in his arms he picked his way through the desperate and stressed out crowd, and out through the door, almost bumping into someone.

“Woah, Remus. We really need to stop meeting like this,” he heard a familiar voice and a giggle and he realised that it was the young woman who had just been occupying his daydreams, “are you alright? What are you doing down here?” she asked.

Her eyes were warm and sparkling as she smiled and Remus was sure that she’d done something different with her hair. Remus’ teeth dug into his bottom lip as he took in how beautiful Y/N looked and he felt a flush on his cheeks. He only realised that Y/N had asked him a question when she raised an eyebrow and Remus felt the flush on his cheeks darken.

“Sirius stole my book and I didn’t want to deal with him,” Remus chuckled and gestured to his book.

Y/N nodded with a look of understanding, “ah, I see,” she sighed, “I’m sorry if I was rude the other day when you offered to lend me your book. I didn’t mean to blow you off; I just didn’t want to put you out.”

Remus quirked an eyebrow in slight confusion, he was pretty certain that Y/N couldn’t be rude if she tried, “Y/N, honestly its fine. I didn’t think that you were rude at all, it’s honestly no problem.”

Y/N let out a relieved breath as she gave Remus a dazzling smile, “oh that’s good. Maybe we could study together sometime?”

At her words, Remus’ heart did a flip, it was only studying but it meant a lot more to him than that, he nodded and he finally found his words, “um yeah that uh sounds like a plan,” he grinned nervously.

“Great,” she placed her hand on his forearm, “I’ll see you later Remus,” she smiled as she waved at him as she walked back down the corridor. Remus smiled as he watched her retreating figure for a while before making his way to the common room.

He almost had a heart attack as he climbed through the portrait hole and he heard small explosion and he glared over at Sirus’ and James’ table where they had just recruited Peter. Sirius burst out laughing as he patted Peter on the back and Peter scowled before he reset the deck of cards. Lily grinned over at him as he sat next to her on the couch.

“Did you get one?”

Remus smiled and placed the book on the table, “I did.”

Lily smirked as she looked over at her boyfriend’s table, raising her voice so they could hear, “you know I think it’s really mean the way that some people have to steal other people’s property so they can waste their time.”

James rolled his eyes while Sirius looked over at her with a scowl, gesturing at the house of cards, “well, for one I can’t be bothered walking up those stairs to get mine and besides I thought Remus might want the opportunity to ruin into Y/N,” he smirked while Remus flushed.

Lily gasped happily as she looked at Remus, “did you run into her?” when Remus nodded she squealed happily, “you guys belong together, mark my words, this will be a good year for the both of you.”

Remus laughed nervously as he distracted himself by opening his book and pulling his unfinished essay towards closer, “we’ll see,” he grinned at Lily before they got down to work.

About halfway through his essay, Remus frowned as he noticed a bit of fluorescent pink paper sticking out one of the pages and he turned the pages until he saw a pink heart shaped post it note. Someone had doodled an excellent picture of a wolf howling at the moon with a line from a poem beneath it, ‘the crownless again shall be king.’ There was a little bit of blank space beneath the drawing and the poetry line. Remus grinned as he wrote back, he knew nothing would come of it but he wanted to focus on something. Something other than Y/N anyway.

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maliby · 4 years ago

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hey, could you write a yoongi smut and make it angsty (but with a happy ending)? please. i love your stories, thanks

↬ Pairing: Yoongi x Fem. Reader (ft. Namjoon and Hoseok) ↬ Story Genre: Medieval!au, ANGST, fluff and smut ↬ Warnings: explicit language, explicit sex scenes, minor character death ↬ Word count: 11.7K ↬ Summary: You father, The King, wanted to marry you off to someone you didn’t know but you wanted to find love so you decided to run away. You became a wanderer and luck would have it that you’d wander right into what you were looking for.

A/N: I usually don’t do requests (partially because I don’t get any lmao), but I was feeling so inspired that I decided to do it. Hope this is what you were craving anon, and thank you for loving my stories <3

“Y/N! Y/N! Wake up!” A distant cute voice you recognized as your younger sister, Miri, came through the door to your chambers.

“Mmm…” You turned around and covered your head with one of your pillows, trying to block out the noise. You never enjoyed waking up early.

“Y/N come on! The man with the pretty horsies has arrived and mommy said I could only play with them if you came along!” You felt your mattress slightly dip on your right and suddenly her cute small hands were tugging at the pillow on your head.

“Ugh, why me? Ask cousin Yuri.” You said in a whiny tone.

“Because it’s your birthday, and you should always play with horsies on your birthday!”

Your heart melted at the cute way your little sister said that. How could you say no to her? You couldn’t. She was the most precious thing to you in this world.

“Fine, I’ll go, but only if you survive this tickle attack!” You jumped out from underneath the covers and grabbed her tiny body to lay her on the bed and mercilessly tickle her.

You woke up with tears running down your face. You’d just had another nightmare about the last time you were truly happy. Another nightmare to remind you of the moments before everything changed and your parents, The King and Queen, decided to send you away to marry an unknown man. Another nightmare of the day you left everything behind and ran away.

“Having trouble sleeping again?” The man laying right next to you asked, startling you.

“I see that I’m not the only one,” you said right after wiping the tears off of your face with your sleeve and turning around to face him.

“The problem with sleeping out on the floor of the forest, Wanderer, is that you risk losing out on a good night of sleep.”

This had been your life since you’d run away from home: travelling around with a group of three guys, going from town to town selling anything from stolen goods, to food and craftwork. Sometimes that meant having to camp out in the forest, while others (provided you made good money) meant that you could sleep at an inn.

“Well, we could be sleeping at an inn if someone hadn’t been too distracted by a pretty girl to let himself get robbed.” You sent dirty looks to the snoring tall man by the name of Namjoon that was right to your left. His left foot was dangerously close to the fire you had made to keep the group warm but you weren’t really worried, he’d move away if it burned.

The man with the black hair chuckled, his gummy smile calming your still racing heart from your nightmare. “I kind of like sleeping outside.”

“Really? Don’t you prefer the comfort of a bed?”

“Well, in those regards of course I do, but where can you have such a beautiful view at an inn? You just open your eyes, look up, and a sea of stars are twinkling down, just begging to be observed.” He looked up to the sky and you couldn’t help but follow his gaze, seeing what he had just mentioned.

“I didn’t take you for a romantic, Suga.” You looked back at him and lightly pushed his shoulder in a teasing matter.

Suga had joined the gang just a few days before you. You didn’t know his real name and story, but that’s why you liked to hang out with him so much - he wouldn’t ask questions about your life.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Wanderer.”

Suga was the one to give you your new name - Wanderer - ever since, on a night just like this one, you were wandering in the forest, right after running away from your castle, and tripped on a sleeping Namjoon, falling right on Suga’s arms.

“I think it suits you,” you turned your eyes away from him and focused on the starry sky, being fully aware of the way Suga fixated his gaze on you.

Suga and the other guys - Namjoon and Hoseok - quickly accepted you in their little group, seeing as you had some crafting skills you had learned in the Castle, and you got along great with all of them. You would be lying though if you said you didn’t favour Suga over the others.

You didn’t know what it was, but there definitely was this heat between you two. Maybe it was because he was so handsome, or maybe it was because you both had mysterious lives, but he definitely had the ability to cross your mind several times a day and stay there.

“Thanks,” his volume was so low that you could barely hear him.

“Now go back to sleep, Wanderer. We have to get up early for the Narymya Market.” His tone was now back to his normal volume.

“Mhm,” you hummed, looking right back at him, “you too! You don’t want Hoseok to punch you again for not getting up.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” he said as he massaged his jaw, probably reliving the pain of Hoseok’s punch.

“Good night Suga,” you got back in your sleeping position, this time facing him, and gave him one last smile before closing your eyes.

“Good night, Wanderer.”

“Come in! Come in! The best rabbits in town! You can’t get a better product than this!” Hoseok usually had a very loud voice, but when he was in the markets trying to get everyone’s attention he cranked it up to the maximum. Your ears wanted you to complain (seeing as you were right next to him), but you knew that this way he would get the attention of potential clients much easier.

“Hoseok! Buyers won’t come if you make them deaf!” You teased him. You and Hoseok had a very push and pull kind of relationship. You bickered so much that people either thought you were brothers or in love.

“You know nothing about selling my dear, learn with the pros.” He waved his finger around like he was making fun of you and turned to the clients.

You marched towards him with your hands on your hips, not giving a damn about the people around you. “Oh yeah? I bet I can sell more than you by today.”

“That’s cute.” He laughed at your proposal and you knew that his overconfidence and arrogance would make you enjoy your victory so much more. “You think you’re gonna sell more makeup products than I’m gonna sell food? We live in a time of hunger.”

“Alright then, if I win you have to pay for my next meal.”

“Fine,” he agreed after brief consideration, “but if I win you have to give me a kiss.”

“What?” You took a step back. You were thinking maybe he would ask you for the same thing but a kiss was something that never once crossed your mind.

“Are you scared? Come on, I’ve been told I’m an excellent kisser.” He wiggled his eyebrows up and down and you felt the immense need to slap his smirk right off of his face.

“Deal,” you shook his hand in agreement, wanting nothing more than to show him who’s the boss.

“Perfect, can’t wait to kiss those pretty lips, Wanderer,” Hoseok teased once again.

“What? You’re gonna kiss him?” Suga’s voice sounded right behind you, making your heart jump.

“Guess I’m gonna beat you to it, Suga.” Hoseok winked at the male standing right next to you.

“It’s nothing like that,” you responded as you saw Suga’s conflicted face, “we just made a bet to see who can sell more-”

“And when she loses she’s gonna have to kiss me,” Hoseok interrupted you making you snap.

“I’m not going to lose! At the end of the day, you’re still going to have to kiss your pillow like you do every night. You’ll see!!” You turned away and stormed off back to your table.

“That was harsh,” Suga joked as he made his way to his table, which was right next to yours. “You should have seen his shocked face.”

“Well then he shouldn’t have come up with such stupid prizes- Hello pretty lady, may I interest you in this wonderful rose water?” You interrupted your conversation with Suga as a young lady passed by your table.

“No thanks, I don’t need such things,” she barely even looked at you and walked right past, giving you no attention at all.

“Yes, because not even rose water could fix that ugly face.” You mumbled through your teeth as soon as she left.

“If you want I can buy you the products,” Suga offered, making you feel grateful.

“Don’t worry Suga, I can do it, I just have to turn it up a notch.”

You noticed another young woman approaching your area, so you cleared up your throat and went to her. “Oh dear, he was right!”

“What? Who was right?” The woman asked, feeling worried.

“You see that man over there?” You pointed at the most popular seller in the markets, a man so handsome that he had a line of women ready to empty out his table every day.

“Yes, I just came from there.”

“He told me,” you paused a little for dramatic effect, “in secret, that he liked you and that you were really pretty.”

“Really?!” She seemed so excited that you felt bad for deceiving her, but you needed to win this bet no matter what.

”Yes, but he also told me that, as you can imagine, he has a lot of women interested in him.”

“Yeah, it’s hard to get his attention,” she put her head down, clearly remembering all the times she tried to catch his attention but failed.

“I wish there was something we could do, you seem like such a nice girl...Oh, I know!” You shamelessly turned around and pointed at your products. “I have a tonne of products that could help you stand out from the other girls.”

“Really?” She opened her eyes wide open and looked towards your table, making you feel optimistic.

“Yes! Here I have this rose water mixed with dried roses, clove, nutmeg, watercress and galangal. All you have to do is dip your comb in this and run it through your hair and it will smell so nice that he’s never going to want to leave your side!” You handed her one of your bottles for her to smell.

“Oh my, that smells divine! What else do you have?”

“This is a new product I have, it’s wine boiled with bilberry leaves, you just dip a cloth in it and apply it under your arms and they won’t stink. This is perfect for when you get a bit nervous, maybe when you’re gonna talk to him. You’ll be so fresh!”

“Oh, that sounds amazing!”

“I also have this mixture, all you have to do is put it in the fire and when it’s lukewarm, smear it on your face, but don’t let it touch your eyebrows. Leave it for an hour until it becomes cold and then remove it. Your skin will be so refined and beautiful! Plus you can use it in other parts of the body to remove unwanted hairs and clear any blemish. You just know a man like that likes his women smooth-”

“Okay, I’ve heard enough, give me all you have!” She picked up her pouch full of coins and gave it to you. You turned around to look at Suga, who was staring at you with a surprised look on his face, and gave him a wink as you handed everything you possessed to that woman.

“You really have no shame,” Suga said as soon as the girl left.

“Listen to that,” you put your little pouch full of coins near his face and shook it so he could hear them clashing against each other, “that’s the sound of success, my dear friend. I’ll offer you a glass of wine at dinner, it’s on Hoseok.” You winked and made your way to Hoseok’s table to announce his defeat, unaware of Suga’s affectionate eyes staring at you.

“To Wanderer!” Namjoon toasted as he clinked his cup with the rest of the group’s cups.

“To Wanderer!” Suga and Hoseok repeated (the latter less enthusiastically) before all of you poured the wine in the cups down your mouths.

“Don’t be so sad Hoseok, you also did a good job! Thanks to our little bet we can sleep and dine at a good inn tonight!” You gave him a warm smile and placed a kiss on his cheek, feeling a wave of sympathy that may be attributed to the combination of your victory and wine.

“Yes, my back really thanks your stupid bet,” Suga mumbled as he drank more wine, his mood suddenly becoming more grumpy.

“He’s just sad he didn’t get to kiss Wand- OUCH!” Namjoon revealed before he got stepped on underneath the table, presumably by Hoseok.

“So that’s why you’re like this?” You turned to the man with the black hair, your heartwarming up at the thought of him being jealous. “Here.” You reached over the table and gently placed a kiss on his cheek. He looked so shy at that moment that you couldn’t help but feel giggly, and this time it wasn’t because of the wine.

“Wanderer, I’m also sad I didn’t get a kiss!” Namjoon said, clearly trying to also get a kiss out of you.

“Shut up you idiot, she’s not kissing you,” Suga protested.

“Somebody’s jealous,” Namjoon teased in a half-singing voice. You felt like you were burning up, and placed your hands on your cheeks being sure they were tinted red.

“Just eat your food before it gets cold,” Suga snapped back, taking another sip of wine and picking up his chicken leg to take a bite out of it.

“Hey, boys,” a young beautiful woman approached your group, interrupting your conversation.

“Hello,” Hoseok promptly responded, getting over his loss to you and becoming instantly infatuated.

“Hey lovely,” Namjoon also answered.

“Do you boys need some company?”

She was clearly a prostitute looking to make some money tonight. You didn’t have anything against her until she ogled Suga up and down and decided to put her arm around his shoulders. Your body immediately stiffened. Suga was a single man, (or so you thought since, after all, you knew nothing about his personal life) so you couldn’t put it against him if he decided to go with her. The thing was you didn’t want him to and, to your likeness, it seemed like he also didn’t want to.

“We have company, or are you blind?” His stare was so deadly that you felt kind of bad for the girl. The tension instantly got so thick you could cut it with a knife.

“I- Sorry to bother you,” she removed her arm from around him, quickly apologized and left, Hoseok running after her.

“Wait! I don’t have company!”

“I’m not going to do it!” You screamed at both your parents as you left their presence and made your way to your chambers.

“Y/N get back here!” You heard your father yell. You could tell he was about to follow you, but your mother’s pleas to leave you alone made him stay put.

Miri was asleep on your bed, probably waiting for you to come and read her a bedtime story.

You didn’t want to do this. You didn’t want to leave her behind, but you had to. You couldn’t get married to someone you didn’t know. You had dreams. You dreamed of living your life as you saw fit. You dreamed of meeting a nice guy wherever and fall in love with him. You dreamed of starting a family someday. A family filled with love and trust, and not one built on convenience. You hoped someday Miri could think of her big sister and have the courage to also follow her dreams. That’s why you had to leave.

You took whatever you could carry, gave your sweet little sister a kiss on the forehead and made your way to the door, tears streaming down your face.

“Y/N?” her sweet little sleepy voice said. “You’re back, I was waiting for you to read me a story about the nice prince who fell in love with the princess.” You dried up your tears with the sleeves of your dress and turned around to look at her - she was getting out of bed to get near you.

“It’s late Miri, you need to go back to sleep,” you tried to control your voice so she wouldn’t realize you had been crying, but it was much too difficult.

“Okay…” she gave you a cute little pout that broke your heart, “but can you sleep with me?”

“Of course Miri.”

When Miri turned her back on you to get back to bed, you put your things near the door and lay next to her. You looked out the window and noticed that it started to rain, so you grabbed your blankets and tugged your sister in tightly.

You started to hum her favourite lullaby to her and as she looked adorably at you your heart sank. Her eyes started to gently close and that’s when you realized: she was probably never going to see you again.

You woke up with your heart racing and your cheeks wet. As you looked out the window of your room you started to doubt yourself and wonder if all of this was worth it. If you’ve made the right decision. Then you started to imagine what Miri would be doing now: she was probably sleeping with the little bunny toy you had sewed for her in one of your classes. Fortunately, someone interrupted your thoughts with a knock before you cried even further.

“Yes?”

“It’s me.” The voice of the man who made your heart race sounded from the other side of the door.

You dried up your tears with your sleeve and opened the door to the handsome man.

“Is everything alright?” You asked as you saw his worried expression.

“Well, I was awake because Namjoon was snoring and then I heard noise coming from your room so, I decided to come to see if you were alright.”

“I’m fine.” You tried to dismiss his thoughts but, by the way he was attentively looking at your face, you knew you weren’t going to be able to trick him.

“Then why were you crying?” You sighed in defeat and sat on your bed, Suga joining you right after closing the door of your room.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to..” He placed his hand on top of yours, letting you know that you could feel safe and comfortable with him.

“I was dreaming about the last time I saw my little sister.” Suga didn’t say anything, but he gave your hand a gentle squeeze, letting you know that it was okay for you to go on. “I- I had to run away from home and… I just miss her so much.” You took a deep breath, trying to contain the tears that once again threatened to spill but to no success.

“Hey, don’t cry Wanderer,” Suga’s warm palm touched your left cheek so it could turn your head in his direction. “Why did you run away?” His voice was soothing and low, something that, in combination with the calming circles he was drawing in your hand, managed to calm you down a bit.

“My parents wanted to marry me off to some guy I didn't even know…” You confessed as you avoided his gaze.

He chuckled, and the look on his face gave you the impression that he was amused somehow.

“Why are you laughing? You think I’m a spoiled little brat that threw a tantrum just because she didn’t get her way?” You took your hand from underneath his and removed his other hand from your cheek, feeling hurt that he might actually think that.

“No! It’s nothing like that, Wanderer. I swear.” He sounded so sorry that he had given you the wrong impression that you started to believe that you were the one with the wrong impression. “I was just thinking...What are the odds we both ran away from home?”

Your eyes shot wide open in surprise. “You also ran away from home?!”

This was the first time Suga had mentioned anything about his life to anyone. Even the other guys knew nothing about him, just that he showed up out of nowhere as you had. But the fact that he was confiding in you made you feel tingly all over.

“Yes,” he smiled. “And that’s why I know you are not stupid. You are the bravest woman I’ve ever met.” He placed his hand once more on your cheek, a gesture that, in combination with his adoring and warm smile, made you feel warm inside. The fact that he had gone through something similar and that he understood you made you feel like you were valid somehow, and that was the most precious thing he could have ever given you.

“You really think that?” You shyly looked at him and his expression turned from an endearing one to a very serious one.

“Not only that - you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”

Everything stopped.

Suddenly your heartbeat rose to a million beats per minute and your eyes couldn’t stop staring at his lips. It was like they were calling out to you. Like something between you two was pulling you closer and closer until you (being the impatient woman you were) just threw every bit of self-control you had to the wind and kissed him.

No kiss you ever had before had felt like this. It felt like love and adoration were flowing through you both. It felt like you were connecting on all levels possible. It felt safe and real but hot and dream-like.

“I can’t tell you-” kiss “how many times” kiss “I’ve dreamed about these lips” kiss “and how it would feel to kiss them,” kiss kiss kiss.

“Why did you take so long?” You whined as he covered your neck with soft kisses.

“Because I’m a stupid man.”

His hands instinctively grazed up your thighs, sliding under your nightgown, but abruptly stopped when he reached your centre. He left your neck alone and looked you in the eyes with a very flustered expression.

“May I?” He asked, the red tint that emerged on his cheeks making him look adorable.

Now you were the one chuckling. How could he be this perfect? If you already were feeling hot, now you were flaming up.

You took his hand and guided it to your wet folds, immediately moaning as his fingers grazed your clit. “You may.”

Suga’s hand pressed on your shoulder so he could lay you down. Once your back reached the mattress you further spread your legs to give him better access, the gesture making you feel excited.

His fingers moved slowly, gliding through you with the help of your growing arousal. You felt good. So good that your mind kept having impure thoughts of the things you wanted him to do to you.

“More,” you moaned as he skilfully fingers toyed with your bud. He knew what he was doing, and he was doing it so well that you instinctively pulled him for a needy kiss.

He chuckled into your mouth, his middle finger immediately obeying to your request and sliding from your clit down to your little hole, slowly entering it.

“I want you so bad Wanderer,” his mouth moved away from yours and down to your neck. “You have no idea how many times I dreamed about having you.”

Suga inserted one more finger, making you cry out due to the stretch.

You were a virgin, as it was expected of a princess until her wedding night. You’d be lying if you said you had zero sexual experience - the time you sneaked to the stables at night with the son of the Minister of Coin as a teenager and dry-humped his crotch until the both of you came undone suddenly came to mind. That boy came dangerously close to “taint” you, and you’d say he would have succeeded if he hadn’t been promised to the daughter of a Duke and shipped off before he could do it. You were bummed at the time, being the rebellious teenager you were, but now you were glad he didn’t do it.

“Does it hurt?” he lifted his head so he could look you in the eyes, his lips starting to get swollen from all the kissing he was doing on your neck.

“No, it’s fine,” you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him close, whispering against his mouth: “I want more.”

Your right hand released his collar and travelled down between your bodies, palming his erection over his clothes. Suga closed his eyes and hissed, his hand following your requesting and adding one more finger in.

“Fuck,” you cursed at the mix of pain and pleasure.

“Shhh Wanderer, you don’t want to wake up the people next door,” Suga said with a mischievous look as he started to pump his fingers faster into you.

“Well, I don’t care,” you dismissed him as you remembered the several times your ‘neighbours’ Namjoon and Hoseok didn’t let you sleep because of their snoring. “All I care about right now,” you added, moving your hand inside his pants and grabbing him raw, “is you.”

Suga ceased all movement and practically growled. He removed his fingers from inside of you and quickly disposed of all his clothes, you following him suit.

“Have I told you you’re the most beautiful woman in the world?” He questioned as he observed your naked body with an infatuated look on his face.

You blushed and giggled, “twice.”

“Well,” he lay on top of you, your skin touching his like they were one and the same, “I mean it.”

Suga reached down for a kiss and you swear you could feel yourself emotionally crumbling into pieces at his hands. His lips were quite literally taking your breath away and you were honestly getting scared at how fast you were falling for a man you knew barely anything about.

“Are you really sure about this?” His eyes were honest and kind, and you could tell he was really worried about you and not asking just because. “Losing your innocence to me-”

“I left home because I wanted to be the one to choose who I’m going to be with,” you interrupted him, already knowing what he was going to say. “I don’t plan on being sold to someone who cares more about my so-called ‘innocence’ than me. I want to be with someone who worries about me and calls me beautiful without second intentions. I want to be with someone who truly wants me. I-” you paused, feeling a bit insecure about your next words. “I want to be with you…”

Suga didn’t say anything. He simply stared at you with an unreadable expression on his face, leaving you completely terrified.

“If you’ll have me…” you added as you took in his expression, scared that you had screwed everything up.

Without warning Suga attacked your lips, passion overflowing between the two of you. “I want nothing but you, Wanderer,” he confessed to your lips.

You grabbed his hardness and placed it at your entrance. “Then have me.”

Suga grabbed his penis and slid it through your folds, collecting your slick, before he slowly entered you.

“Mmh,” you grunted, the stinging feeling being a bit overwhelming to you. Suga noticed your discomfort and placed gentle kisses on your skin while he delicately ran his fingers over your thighs to try and ease you.

“Tell me when it feels better,” his voice was caring and sweet and you swore you immediately felt better.

“You can go.”

Suga went slow at first, but as soon as he noticed your change of expression he started to pick up his place.

“God, you feel so perfect.”

His mouth was working on your chest, his tongue playing with your erect nipples, making you moan out his name and squeeze tighter around him. “Oh, Suga.”

“Fuck Wanderer,” he revolved his eyes in pleasure, his expression driving you wild. “Excuse my crudeness, but if you moan my name again and keep squeezing me tight like that I’m going to fuck you so hard that this bed is going to break in half and you’re not going to be able to walk straight tomorrow.”

“Mmh Suga,” you moaned in response, partly because you wanted to tease him but also because you were just so turned on.

Suga didn’t even say anything, he just nuzzled his face on your neck and started fucking you like crazy, the bed making squicky noises in return.

“Oh, fuck, I’m not going to last very long, you’re too much.” He grabbed one of your breasts and pinched your nipple, trying to get you closer to your release. “Touch yourself for me, beautiful.”

You had touched yourself before. It was something that, as a princess, people would frown upon if they ever found out but, then again, you weren’t like most princesses. Touching yourself in private was never a problem. Touching yourself in front of the man you liked on the other hand, was a completely different story. It felt dirtier, nastier and exposing. Something that even you, as out of the ordinary for a princess as you were, felt ashamed of, but you were so inebriated with pleasure that you didn’t even have to think about it, you simply reached down and started rubbing yourself for him.

“That’s it, rub yourself until you cum, Wanderer.”

He didn’t even have to say it because almost as soon as you started to pleasure yourself you could feel that sweet feeling building up in your core. It was only a matter of time before you came and when you did, you couldn’t help but scream.

“Mhm, oh Suga…” You didn’t care if the whole damn inn heard you at this point, all you cared about was that he heard you and that he knew just how good he was making you feel.

As soon as you came though, he removed himself from inside of you and pleasured himself until he released on his hand.

“Why didn’t you cum on my belly or something?” You asked as soon as his panting subsided.

“I didn’t want you to get dirty,” he picked up his shirt and cleaned his hand on it, quickly joining you in bed with a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“I don’t mind,” you kissed his lips and stared him straight in the eyes, getting entirely lost in them.

“I didn’t think you were this naughty,” he smirked.

“To be honest, neither did I. I guess you just brought it out of me.” You looked down, trying to hide the blush you were sure was present on your cheeks but Suga had other plans.

“Are you being shy now?” He placed a finger on your chin and turned your head back up.

“Shut up,” you lightly slapped him in his firm chest, making him laugh in return.

Suga wrapped his arm around you and pulled you in close, your head resting comfortably on his chest.

“You seemed to really know what you were doing…” You didn’t mind if he had had other girlfriends before, you just wanted to know a little bit more about his life.

“Oh, yeah, I’ve...done it before.” You could tell that your statement made him uncomfortable because his muscles quickly tensed up. “Sorry…”

“Why are you sorry?” You left the comfort of his chest and looked him straight in the eyes, his apology seeming completely ridiculous to you.

“Well, I was your first and you deserve your first time to be with someone who had you as his first.”

He was the sweetest. He was actually the sweetest. If there were any doubts that he was right for you then they were out the window.

“Suga...I don’t care,” you touched his cheek and ran your thumb over it. “You already know I ran away because I didn’t want an arranged marriage, so I’m not exactly a conventional girl. Plus,” you moved in closer and whispered in his ear, “this way my first time gets to be much better, don’t you think?”

Suga quickly flipped you around, so he was on top of you, and gave you a kiss. “You really are trouble, and I don’t think I can get enough.”

------------------------------------- 1 month later ------------------------------------------

The sound of someone knocking at the door woke you up from your sleep. You were pissed since you were having a nice dream about Suga and you rarely got nice dreams.

“Who is it?” Suga yelled. If you were pissed then he was more than pissed, he was not a morning person, and it was way too early to be getting up.

“Hoseok!”

You scoffed, leaving your boyfriend in bed and coming to open the door to your friend. “Do you even know what time it is? You know Suga, he might actually kill you for this.”

“I’m sorry, I know you had a...busy night,” he winked right before earning himself a kick in the shin. “Ouch!”

“What do you want, pervert?” You sighed, thinking he had woken you up for some stupid reason like so many other times. One time, when you were sleeping in the woods, he had the audacity to wake you up because he saw a shooting star. You loved shooting stars, it’s true, but you loved sleeping even more, and that action earned him some words that your royal family would definitely not approve.

“Arial just told me that the Guard is coming early to the inn for breakfast.”

“Fuck…” You realized that you had started to curse a lot more the more time you spent with these guys but, it was something you found liberating and, in this case, appropriate. The Guard was the big authority in the Kingdom you were currently at and you bet they would be very happy to find a bunch of casual criminals like you and your friends.

“Wait, who’s Arial?” You heard the sleepy voice of your boyfriend ask from behind you.

“The daughter of the innkeeper, the one I slept with last night.” He winked at Suga. He wore a mischievous look on his face, telling you he was probably remembering all the dirty stuff that poor girl let him do to her.

“You’re disgusting.” You noted, realizing you had a disapproving expression on your face.

“Hey! We don’t have time for this, you can call me disgusting all you want when we’re out of here.” Hoseok pointed out, making you realize he was right.

“Fine, you’re right.”

“Alright, I’ve already warned Namjoon. Meet you in the back in 10 minutes, Arial will let you through.”

You wanted to nag your friend for telling one of his conquests about your ways of living, but not only did you not have the time to do that you also didn’t want to admit it to him that his adventures with women were saving you. So, you just ignored it and moved on.

“Okay, see you.”

“Where the fuck is Namjoon?” Suga hated waiting for other people, it got him very grumpy, but you found his grumpy face adorable.

“I told him 10 minutes, not-”

“I’m here, I’m here!” Your tall friend announced just as he walked out of the inn in a rush. “I’m sorry, I- I went against the servant and made her spill everything and she made me help her clean it up…” He looked away, feeling embarrassed that once again his clumsiness was causing problems.

“It’s fine Namjoon, what matters is that you’re here and we can finally leave.” You patted him in the back, trying to make him feel better.

“How come you’re being so nice to him? I bet if it was me you’d be yelling!” Hoseok protested. You knew he was right but, honestly, you didn’t feel like bickering with him right now. You wanted to get out of there safely.

“Now is not the time Hoseok, we need to leave,” Suga came to your defence and you felt so grateful that he knew exactly what you were thinking.

“You’re right. Let’s go.”

The group started walking to the (stolen) horses you had left in the back and when you were getting ready to place your belongings in the bag the horse carried you noticed something was missing. “Oh no…”

“What is it, Wanderer?” Suga asked.

“I forgot my pouch.”

“Really Wanderer?” Hoseok sighed, revolving his eyes.

You were feeling bad. Especially because Suga reminded you 3 times about the pouch and you just ended up forgetting it on your bed anyways.

“I’ll go get it, just wait here for me.”

You turned around to leave but your boyfriend had other plans and grabbed your arm. “No, it’s dangerous. I’ll go.”

“Suga, no. You know as well as I do that as a woman I have more chances to get away, especially when it comes to the guards.” It pained your boyfriend to admit it but he knew you were right.

“What if I ask Arial to go get it?” Hoseok’s idea wasn’t bad, the only problem was that you didn’t know Arial and so you didn’t trust her with this.

“No offence, but I’m not trusting all our money with some random girl. Just wait here and I’ll be back soon.”

“Be careful,” Suga said as he gave you a quick kiss on the cheek.

“I will,” you smiled back at him and turned around to leave, giving a quick run back to the inn. You couldn’t go back through the back door as it was already closed and locked, so you had no choice but to go in from the front. It was still early, so there was barely anyone walking around but it would soon be breakfast time and the Guard would be there, so you had to be quick and careful.

First, you needed to find Arial, as she had the key to the room. That was the easy task as she was in the kitchens preparing breakfast with the other servants, the smell of freshly baked bread filling up your nostrils.

“Hey, Arial,” you called as soon as you spotted her making fresh juice.

“Oh, hi,” she let go of the fruit and cleaned her hands on her apron, pulling you to a more secluded place. “Is something wrong? Is Hoseok alright?”

You were honestly surprised she was so worried and found it kind of sweet of her. Maybe you judged her too quickly, but you were still not going to leave her alone with your money.

“Everything’s alright, I just forgot something in the room and was wondering if you could give me the key so I can quickly go get it.”

“Oh, yeah sure,” she put her hand inside the big front pocket of her apron and took out the key to your’s and your boyfriend’s room. “Here.”

“Thank you so much, Arial.” You grabbed the key and gave her an appreciative smile.

“You can leave the key under the rug after you’re done, I’ll come and pick it up after.” You gave her a nod and turned to leave, but not before you heard her warning: “But be careful, the Guard should be here any minute.”

“Thank you!”

You left the busy kitchen and its wonderful smells and made your way to your room. There was no one in sight yet, so you decided to be as quick about it as you possibly could. You quickly ran up the stairs, unlocked your door and walked right in, immediately spotting the item you were missing. “There you are.”

After collecting your forgotten belongings, you placed the key under the big furry rug - as Arial had instructed you - and opened the door to leave but the voices down the stairs quickly made you run back inside.

“Fuck,” you whispered to yourself. It was the Guard.

The Guard’s voices were loud and you wondered how someone could be so loud in the morning, but that also meant that you could hear when they were no longer in the way. Soon, their voices dissipated and you figured they must be in the dining room getting ready to eat. The good news was that you could finally go downstairs, the bad news was that if you wanted to leave you had to pass by them. Not knowing what to do, your eyes quickly scanned the room and caught something that gave you an idea.

This inn was the fanciest you had ever stayed on, your group deciding to enjoy the good amount of money you had been gaining (partially thanks to your healthy competitions with Hoseok). As a result of that, the decoration of the room was also, in itself, really fancy, having deep green velvety draping curtains, both on your bed frame and the windows - curtains that you could use to hide your identity. You reached under your skirt and grabbed the sharp knife Suga had given you and made sure you always had with you. You felt bad for ruining such pretty and surely expensive curtains but your life depended on it so, without hesitation, you grabbed one of the curtains and started to cut it. Once you were done, you left two silver coins on the table (in compensation for the damage), wrapped the fabric around your head (as a lot of ladies did) and made your way out of there.

As soon as you neared the dining room you spotted them. They were 4 in total, all on the same table, swords near their reach.

They weren’t in a corner of the room (as you wished). They were right in the middle, as if they did it on purpose to make your life that much more difficult. You could see the exit, you could almost imagine Suga waiting for you, but you had to go through them first, so, you took a deep breath and slowly entered the room, keeping your head down and adjusting your improvised scarf to cover part of your face.

They were practically the only people in the room, which wasn’t ideal for your situation because it would be much easier for them to pay attention to you, but lucky for you, they seemed to be entranced in conversation.

You entered the room and walked straight in their direction, as calmly as you could. Your whole body was on edge. Sweat was starting to form and you could hear your heart frantically beating in your ears. As you got closer, their conversation started to become clearer to you.

“We’ve looked for Princess Y/N everywhere but nothing.”

Everything stopped.

They knew who you were. Who you really were. And they were looking for you. If your heart was already racing, well now you felt like it was going to come out through your mouth.

Why would they know who you were? And why were they looking for you? You were reasonably far from your own Kingdom and they only roamed in here. Then you remembered that maybe there was some type of reward on the line. Part of you knew you had to get out of there as quickly as possible and you were almost there, you could practically smell the fresh air. The other part, on the other hand, was dying to know about your family, especially your little sister, Miri. The latter part won.

You stopped in the middle of the room, just near their table, and pretended to look for something in your pouch, when in reality you were just listening in.

“Yeah, I think it’s useless that we still look for her now. With the King’s death, I’m sure she’s bound to show up. Especially since I’m sure she doesn’t want little Princess Miri to be Queen and get married at such a young age.”

You wanted to throw up.

It couldn’t be real. It couldn’t. Your father couldn’t….no. No. Your father was...dead?

You fell on your knees crying, not even thinking about the guards. Not even thinking about where you were. Nothing mattered. You didn’t agree with a lot of your father’s decisions but he was still your father and you loved him. And now he died while you had run off and you were never going to see him again…

“Hey miss, are you alright?” One of the guards was on his knees trying to help you and he was that close to seeing your face and honestly, you were going to let him. You wanted him to take you home. You wanted to be there for your family. You needed to be there.

“Leave her be!”

Just as the guard was about to see your face, Suga's voice reached your ears. He punched the guard in the face, making him fall to the ground and pulled you up to run with you. “Wanderer we need to run!”

At that moment you ran. You ran for love. You ran for Suga.

You heard them yelling and coming after the two of you, but a loud noise seemed to make them stop. You turned your head and saw that Arial had run on to them (by the smile she was giving you, you presumed it was all on purpose) and caused a commotion, giving you time to get ahead and manage to escape.

As soon as you got to your horses it was over for the guards. They were left behind and you and your group rode into the forest.

The rest of the day you didn’t really say much. You had gone to a nearby city and tried to sell stuff at the market, but this was by far the worst day in sales for you. Understandably, your brain felt like complete mush, and you could tell that Suga noticed and was waiting for you two to be alone to ask you.

“Are you okay, Wanderer?” Suga asked into your ear as soon as you were both alone in your tent. Since the little run-in with the Guard that morning, and due to your poor sales, you decided that an inn was out of the option and opted instead to go deep into the forest.

“I’m fine Suga.” You lied.

“You don’t seem fine. You were weird all day.” He came closer to you and brushed a piece of hair out of your face, placing it right behind your ear.

The look on his face almost broke you. You were ready to just hug him and cry into his chest. You were ready to tell him everything, but you couldn’t.

Today you made an important decision. You were going to leave them all behind and go back. You were going to take over your father, become the Queen and marry to a King, and you were doing it all for your sister. All throughout the day you couldn’t stop thinking about her. How sad she must be. How scared. You couldn’t let everything fall down on her. You wouldn’t. Unfortunately for you...that meant leaving the man you loved behind.

“It’s nothing. It’s just the shock of almost being caught by the Guard. But, you saved me.” You put your arms around his neck and did your best to smile at him.

“I would never let anything bad happen to you.” Just like a moth to a flame, you were drawn to each other's lips. The kiss was sweet, tender, safe, loving - everything you ever wanted and everything you were going to lose.

“I love you.”

This was the first time you had said it to him. This was the first time you had said it to any boy. You didn’t expect him to say it back, you didn’t need him to say it back, you just wanted him to know it before you broke his heart.

“I love you too.” His lips were back on yours, but this time with much more emotion. “So fucking much.”

It hurt that you found everything you were looking for and had to give it up. It fucking hurt. You fulfilled your wishes, the entire reason you ran away, and now you had to go back and you couldn’t help but shed a tear, something that Suga noticed right away.

“Don’t cry my love,” he brushed your tears away and gently kissed the place they were at.

“I’m just so happy.” You lied once again.

“And you deserve it. You deserve everything.” He pecked your lips lovingly. “God, you make me the happiest man alive.”

You started to kiss him, your hands tugging at his shirt almost immediately.

You couldn’t have him forever, but you could have this night. How many people wished for a chance, one last chance to be with their loved ones and can’t? You knew this was your last time, and you planned to take in every single second of it.

As soon as his shirt was off you started to kiss his toned and firm chest. You didn’t want to miss one bit of skin, you wanted to taste it all, you wanted to have it all. You went further down his body until you reached his pants, which you skillfully untied and removed so you could have access to his penis.

He was already getting hard. He was always ready for you, and you were always ready for him.

You grabbed his penis and gave it a gentle lick, your eyes fixated on his every expression. You wanted to see it all. Every lip bite, every eye roll, every hiss, every moan, every burning gaze...you wouldn’t lose a thing. You would engrave it all in your mind and remember it until you took your last breath.

“Fuck love, you do that so good,” he moaned as you sucked him off with all the dedication in the world.

You didn’t answer him. You just sucked and sucked until he couldn’t take it anymore. You wanted to taste him one last time. You wanted for him to come undone in your mouth like he had so many times before, and you didn’t care if your jaw hurt or if you gagged as he thrust himself deeper into your mouth, entering your throat.

“Fuck, Wanderer stop. I don’t want to cum just yet.”

You didn’t listen to him. You simply used one hand to pump his base as you swirled and sucked the tip and another to massage his balls, having him spilling his sweet milk all over your mouth.

You loved watching him cum. His eyes closing, his brows frowning, his mouth opened in the perfect ‘o’ shape showing his sinful pink tongue... If you could, you would have a painter paint his beautiful face at that moment and hang it right on top of your bed.

“Shit Wanderer, that may have been the best fucking suck I’ve ever gotten in my life,” he confessed as soon as he regained his breath.

“Fuck,” he cursed as soon as he saw you swallow his semen, “I just came and I feel like I’m ready to cum again.”

Suga went into beast mode. He removed your clothes and lay you down on your mattress, kissing you all over your body until he reached your sex.

“Mhmm,” you moaned as he flicked his tongue on the most sensitive part of your body.

God, you were going to miss this. You were going to miss the way he looked at you while his head was between your thighs. You were going to miss the way he could get you to Heaven and back just with his tongue. You were going to miss the way he clawed your skin as he sucked and licked your pussy and you were definitely going to miss his fingers - his long and rough fingers. You could try, but yours could never compare to his. He seemed to know you even better than yourself how, where and when to touch you. How to rub your clit in the right measure, how many fingers you needed, how hard he needed to go and how to make you cum so hard you’d be able to see stars.

You grabbed his black locks and pressed him harder against you as he ate all of you up and finger fucked you to fucking oblivion. You were pressing him so hard against you that you knew he probably couldn’t breathe but, by the way he just went harder and harder, you knew he liked it. That fact edged you out even more, so much so that you were screaming his name in no time, your body convulsing in the sheer ecstasy of your orgasm.

“Yes, Suga! Oh, Suga…”

“I love it when you moan my name like that.” He got out from between your legs and sucked the fingers that were soaked in your arousal. “Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect.”

Suga was now on top of you, his body pressing against yours and his lips kissing your jawline and neck as he whispered sweet nothings against your skin. He was busy slowing it down, adoring you, but you needed something else. You needed to forget everything. You needed to think about him and only him. You needed him to be inside of you and you needed it now, so you switched positions (putting yourself on top of him) and placed your dripping centre right on top of his erection, rubbing yourself against it.

“Fuck, I’m so fucking lucky,” he moaned as he gripped your thighs.

“You’re wrong. I’m the lucky one.” You lowered your torso and got your face as close to his as possible, your lips, though, were barely touching, just grazing one another and causing tingling sensations that made your heart race. “I ran away from home because I didn’t believe in arranged marriages. I ran because I wanted love, true love...and I found it.” Your boyfriend’s gaze was so intense that it made you go crazy. He was looking at you like you were the moon and the stars but little did he know that tonight, the stars would go out and the moon would be eclipsed by dark dark clouds. “You’re all I could ever wish for: gentle, sweet, loving, trustful...my safe haven.” You closed your eyes and filled the tiny little gap that existed between your lips, “I love you so much.”

“Love you…” you raised your hips a little bit, lined up his dick with your pussy and simply sank right in, involving all of him and making him moan the rest of his sentence “...too.”

As you rode him and looked him straight in the eyes, his hands gripping you harder out of pure lust, you felt like you would never feel this complete in your whole life. He fit you so well that there was no way God didn’t make you for each other.

“Suga…” you moaned, reaching down to kiss him hard. “You feel so good inside of me, I wish you could fuck me all day.”

“Maybe someday we could try it, I definitely wouldn’t oppose having you wrapped around my cock all the fucking day.” His hands moved from your thighs to your ass, a gesture that, in combination with the love bites he was leaving on your neck were making you so fucking horny that you picked up the speed.

Moans and the sound of skin slapping on skin were all you could hear and, for now, you were in pure bliss. You were so in trance by him that you weren’t even capable of thinking about other things. But suddenly, your own body couldn’t respond to your needs. You needed to go faster, you needed to reach that high, but your muscles were getting too tired. Noticing this, Suga flipped the both of you so you’d be on the bottom, locked your legs around him and started fucking you like an animal in heat.

“Oh fuck, I’m so close,” you moaned, your nails digging into his back.

“Cum for me Wanderer, show me those pretty little faces you make.”

Just like that, you were cumming around him, your walls clenching so tight around him that you thought he might cum too.

Part of you wished he’d cum inside of you this time because if you got pregnant at least you would have something of him. Something to remind you of him. Something real and physical, and not just memories. But as he left you empty to ejaculate on your breasts you realized it was probably for the best. You didn’t want Suga’s child to never meet his father and vice-versa. You could never do that to him, one heartbreak was enough.

As Suga cleaned up your breasts - after he had recuperated - you couldn’t help but look at him, and your heart started to hurt again.

“What?” He asked, noticing your emotional eyes.

“Nothing,” you fake smiled. “Come lay with me.” You grabbed his hand and pulled him in close, guiding him to lay right next to you.

Suga pulled you in closer, wrapping his arm around you and making you place your head on his chest. In this position, you could hear his heartbeat, something that managed to calm you down for some reason.

“Don’t ever leave me,” Suga said, making you freeze completely.

“W-why would you say that?” You asked, completely glad that he couldn’t look at your face right now because you’re absolutely sure that you wouldn’t be able to hide your emotions.

“Just...promise me.” He inhaled deeply and placed a gentle kiss on your hair, something that managed to break you even more.

Tears were starting to emerge. You wanted more than anything to not only promise him that and so much more but to also keep those promises. You wanted to give him everything, and it was killing you that you couldn’t give that to him.

“I promise.” A silent tear ran down your face and now you felt truly broken.

You waited for Suga to fall asleep. It usually wouldn’t take long. He once mentioned that he was normally a fast sleeper, but when he was with you he felt so at home that he would drift off even quicker.

As soon as you heard his heavy breathing you tested it out by calling his name, just in case, and when he didn’t respond you slowly got up. You got dressed, covered him with the blanket and placed a letter you had written that afternoon right next to him. In this letter, you explained everything to him. Who you really were, every little detail of why you left home (even though he already knew the general idea), what happened this morning and why you had to leave. But most importantly, you confessed your whole feelings for him and told him this was the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do.

You looked at his serene face one more time and gave him a small kiss on the lips. “Goodbye Suga.” You were starting to cry very hard now and you felt that if you didn’t leave right now you were going to wake him with your sobbing. So, you opened up your tent, gave him one last look and left.

“Where are you taking me?” Suga had made you close your eyes and promise to only open them when he told you to. You were curious as to where he could be leading you in a forest in the middle of the night but you decided to not peek.

“Shhh, we’re almost there.”

Suddenly the ground felt a lot more earthy and less bushy and the sound of water running could be heard.

“Alright, you can open them.”

You opened your eyes and the sight completely blew your mind. In front of you was a beautiful lake with some rock formations and a small little waterfall. The water twinkled with the reflection of the moon and the stars shone in the open sky.

“Suga, this is so beautiful.” You turned around and kissed him as a thank you for showing you this beautiful place, his arms snaking around your form.

“There’s a reason I wanted to bring you here.”

“And what’s that?”

“When I look at the reflection of the moon on this water I can’t help but think how the moon and the water are eternal companions. Some nights the moon shines for the water and the water sees it and receives it, but sometimes the moon can’t be seen or it’s covered. That, though, doesn’t mean that the moon isn’t there. I want to be your moon. I want you to know that, even when dark clouds are around, I’m always going to be there for you. So…” Suga released his arms from around you and got down on one knee, pulling a ring from his pocket. “Will you let me be your moon, Wanderer?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Suga placed the ring on your finger and immediately got up on his feet to kiss you, as happy tears ran down your cheeks.

You woke up crying again.

It seemed like ever since you left home that was all you could do. The first time it was due to dreams about your family and the past and now, it was all because of dreams about Suga and the future you could have had.

It’s been a month since you left everything behind, once again, and returned to your broken family. Everyone was relieved to see you, which came as a surprise to you. You thought everybody would have resent for you and even hate you, but the hugs your mother and sister gave you proved you wrong. Your mother said she understood perfectly why you did what you did, and so did your father, but they had to do it. They were worried about you, but somehow they knew that you were too strong and smart to let anything bad happen to you. And your little sister...she was so happy to see you that she wanted to be near you at every second, being scared that you would disappear again - something that truly tore you apart.

Your father had died of a fever, your mother had told you. She also confessed to you your father’s last words: “Please tell Y/N I’m sorry and that I love her.”

It was really hard not to blame yourself for letting your father die with resentment, but your mother made sure to reassure you that you couldn’t have known and that no one blamed you.

Ever since his funeral you barely had any time to think, which you were kind of grateful for because you knew that if you’d start thinking, your mind would go down on a spiral. You had to take care of all the affairs of the Kingdom, plus your coronation and your marriage. The coronation and the affairs went down fairly smoothly, you had to adjust a bit to being the new Queen, but it wasn’t anything you hadn’t been prepared for your whole life. Your marriage though...was a whole nother story. You knew you needed a suitable King and heirs, your Kingdom needed it. But the idea of marrying a man that’s not Suga completely broke you and all you could do was to push it deep down inside of you and repress it. Your mind though made sure to manifest your true feelings in the form of dreams.

The choice for your husband was quite a simple one. Your parents had already approved of him - the whole reason you ran away from home - so you decided that there was no better choice than him - the prince of Slavynia. You heard he was good, kind, handsome and more than willing to marry you. You didn’t care if he was handsome or not - your heart already belonged to another - but the fact that he was portrayed as kind definitely eased your mind. You had enough problems as it was, you didn’t need an evil husband added to the list.

The wedding preparations went down smoothly. You let your mother take care of everything except for the dress. Your sister Miri begged you to choose your dress and you just couldn’t say no to her.

Right now, you were standing in your room all ready to go. Your wedding dress was made of a deep red velvety fabric - embroidered with golden flowers - and it had a golden corset, with golden details and encrusted rubies and emeralds. The skirt was huge and you felt like it must weigh as much as a bear, but it did make you feel beautiful. Your crown was also really heavy but beautiful, it’s big ruby crystals on the gold metal matching perfectly with your gown.

“Your Majesty, it’s time to go,” one of your handmaidens said as she came into your room.

“Give me just one minute.”

“Of course,” she bowed down to you and left the room, closing the door behind her.

You made your way to your bed and sat down on its edge looking at the top drawer of your bedside table. You opened the drawer and pulled out its only content - the knife Suga had given you. You caressed the handle and remembered his sweet smile. You thought about how he was doing. Was he alright? Had he moved on? Did he think of you? Did he...hate you? Or did he understand what you did?

Tears were threatening to spill and you didn’t want to ruin your makeup so you kissed the handle, placed the knife back in the drawer and closed it shut.

This was it. As you stood in front of the big white and gold doors of your ceremonial hall and looked at the excited look on your little sister’s face you couldn’t help but feel nervous. This didn’t get to be the wedding of your dreams, with the man of your dreams but you wanted it to work out. You wanted the future King to be good to you and your family. You wanted him to be good to your people and help your Kingdom prosper. You wanted everyone to be happy, even if that meant that you were sacrificing your own happiness.

“Her Majesty Queen Y/N!” The announcer said, the big white doors soon opening in front of you.

Your little sister went in first, with her tiny little crown and her cute red velvety dress that she picked out on purpose to match yours. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched her enter the room while she threw red petals on the floor you were about to walk in.

Now it was your time to go. You held your head up high, straightened your back, took a deep breath and off you went.

As soon as you entered you looked straight ahead at the altar, wanting to see what your groom looked like, but he weirdly had his back turned on you. Was he against this wedding? You were so caught up in your feelings that you didn’t even imagine that your suitor could have the exact same feelings. But then you remembered that people told you that he was more than willing to marry you. Then, why wasn’t he looking at you? Maybe he was just nervous.

You were getting closer and closer to him and each time you could observe more details. His black hair, his long fidgety fingers that he kept behind his back. Then, suddenly, he turned around and extended his hand to help you climb the stairs. It was then that your heart stopped.

“Suga?!” You almost fell to the ground, but thank God he had your hand.

“Hello, your Majesty,” he bowed to you, kissing the back of your hand in the process.

“W-what’s happening? What are you doing here? W-what about Prince Yoongi?” Your head was spinning and you truly felt like you could pass out at any minute.

“I am Prince Yoongi,” he got closer to your ear and whispered: “Wanderer.”

You wanted to say something. You had one million questions, but the truth was you were barely capable of breathing properly right now, much less speaking.

Suga saw your difficulty in talking and decided to explain everything.

“Remember I told you I also ran away from home? Well, my parents wanted to marry me off to some Princess I didn’t even know and that didn’t sit right with me. Sound familiar?”

You laughed. You laughed so loud that everyone in the hall was looking at you like you were crazy but, how could you do anything but laugh?

“So you mean to tell me that we both ran away from home because we didn’t want to marry each other and ended up doing just that?”

“Yes.” You both started laughing, this time not so loud.

“You can’t imagine how I felt when I read your letter…” he placed his hand on your cheek and you leaned into his touch. God, you missed him so much. “As soon as I figured out who you were I picked up everything and went back home, and…” he leaned in once more to whisper to you. “I took two idiots with me.” He nodded his head to the back of him where your friends Namjoon and Hoseok stood.

“Who’s that with Hoseok?” You asked, referring to the young blond he was holding hands with.

“Ugh, don’t even ask…” He rolled his eyes and you just couldn’t help but smile. You couldn’t wait to hear him brag about how he conquered her and what he and Namjoon have been up to.

“You’ll tell me later. For now, I can’t wait to get married to you,” you kissed him on the cheek.

“Let’s do it then, Wanderer.”

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pyroweasel · 4 years ago

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Just a little slapshod drabble - wanted to play with another character of mine in the Among Us space. Shamelessly stole @cluemily's Bearnard while I was at it. Cause something something rabbits and bears.

Content warning for blood and gore. And glitter.

"Hey, Purple - what is on your head?"

At the question, Purple turned around and blinked innocently over at Yellow - who was staring slightly above Purple's head. Curiously, Purple lifted a hand and touched the rabbit ears that he'd placed there. They were, admittedly, a lot - large and floppy and sparkling with purple and gold glitter that had a habit of getting all over. They were loud and boisterous and obvious - and that was just the way Purple liked it.

"I, uh, I really don't think those are regulation," Yellow continued.

"If Brown can wear bear ears, and Green can wear a literal sticky note in front of his own face, I don't see why I can't wear my bunny ears," Purple argued.

"Well, I guess -"

"Besides, I made these myself. Are you really going to tell me I can't wear them, after all of that hard work?"

"I'm not the Captain, I can't tell you what to do," Yellow said, exasperation in their voice, "but since Electrical is kind of my thing - just try not to get glitter in the systems? Please?"

"I'll do my best!" Purple answered cheerfully. Yellow nodded and turned as if to leave - they paused, shook their head, and turned to face Purple once more.

"I forgot - came here 'cause the Captain asked if you'd make sure to oil up the engines. Guess that task got missed last week or something?"

"Oops," Purple said, with as much light cheer as ever, "my mistake! Of course, I'll get' em fixed right up. Thanks for the reminder!"

"Sure." Yellow eyed their purple crewmate for a long moment - and in the face of their scrutiny, Purple hopped lightly in place and grinned. Not that Yellow could see it through their helmets. After a minute, Yellow lifted a hand and once again turned to leave.

"Catch you later, Purple."

"See ya!"

"Purple," the voice was a low, angry growl, and at the sound of it Purple paused what they were doing and turned their head about to look. The vent cover in the corner of the room shifted, and from the vent climbed Purple's brown-clad partner. As the man hefted himself from the vent, his form shifted back into that of a broad human - helmet decorated with a pair of bear ears.

There was also no small amount of glitter covering the other Impostor's usually pristine white suit. Familiar purple and gold glitter - at the sight, Purple cackled.

"Looking good, bear."

"If this stains, I am going to throttle you with my own -"

"Bear hands?" Purple interrupted with a chirp, and Brown's answer was another soft growl. Whether it was at his own joke being stolen, or at Purple's insistence at jokes in the face of the other's agitation, Purple couldn't be sure - nor did he care.

"You - what on earth is all of this?" Brown's accusation was cut off as he looked around Electrical, finally picking up on the sight of Purple's little project. Yellow, strewn about and painted on the walls and various consoles - truly a part, now, of their Electrical.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Purple asked with a soft sigh. "I got bored, so I thought I'd dabble in some art."

"This is excessive and crude violence -"

"What about Orange?" Purple interrupted, not interested in hearing any more of Brown's thoughts about his artwork. The other Impostor eyed it for a second more, then sighed and shook his head.

"Dead, of course. In a much cleaner fashion, I may add."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it," Purple said, rolling his eyes, "you've no appreciation for art. Anyway! That's the lot then. Guess we'd better set course for home!"

"That was the first thing I did," Brown said, voice deadpan, "as if I'd want to babysit you any longer than I have to."

"Love you too, bear."

"Get your mess cleaned up," Brown said as he turned as if to leave the room, "we still have to keep the ship running, so get to it, would you?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm nearly finished here anyway," Purple said, "don't get your ears in a twist."

"Stay out of the vents," Brown grumbled as he ambled out of the room, "next time I get that glitter in my eyes it will be the last breath you take."

Purple's response was another eye roll - but otherwise he ignored his partner. Instead, as Brown left, Purple turned his attention back to his artwork. With a hum, he dipped an elongated finger into a pool of gore, then reached up to write one last message on the wall.

Once he'd finished, grabbed a quick bite and bounced back to peer up at his display with a glow of well-earned pride. Humming once more, he licked at the blood coating his hands to clean them, turned, and all but bounded from the room.

Behind him, the message written in blood - Lepus was here! - glittered in the poor Electrical lighting.

#Pyro Writes #Lepus the Rabbit #Dunno why he's suddenly so energetic in this universe #He may need some work #Needs more ego

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philipsgaiamemories · 4 years ago

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Soulmates

Fandom: Kamen Rider Zero-One

Relationship: Fuwa Isamu/ Hiden Aruto

Summary: Fuwa never thought he would find his soulmate

Rating: Teen-ish

Notes: Not the happiest with this fic, but I want to write something shorter before I finish the other fic Ive been working on~ Hope you all like!

He couldn’t believe it…it wasn’t possible… Was it?

After all these years, Fuwa Isamu thought that he would be alone all his life. By his age, it was expected that he would have found his other half, his soulmate, fated to be with him from birth.

But, day by day, Fuwa went through life, his whole world gray and dull like dirty film over a lens. While all around him it seemed like everyone was finding their perfect match, color being breathed back into their lives. At first Fuwa felt almost envious of those couples, randomly finding one another in the street, meeting for the first time like those trashy romance novels teens read. Well…almost. Now, he just let the gray numbness take over, better to not feel than to get his hopes up.

That is of course until that faithful day.

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The dark haired cop found himself at Hiden Intelligence, with an easy job of babysitting their CEO. Running his fingers through his dark hair, Fuwa sighed, the noise of the lobby like a grating static in his mind. The young CEO was supposed to meet him first thing in the morning before going to some important meeting, and since Fuwa was early, he just decided to linger in the open area. Sliding into an empty seat, the dark haired boy crossed his long legs, his eyes glancing over the crowd. He felt totally out of place here, surrounded by all these educated, expensive suit wearing business people. And for all Fuwa knew, the CEO was just like that, surrounding himself by only other suits and important people.

“Oh, is that President Hiden?”

“Mm?” Fuwa’s ears perked up, hearing the hushed whispers of a pair of women standing close by. Sitting up slowly in the chair, the boy’s dark eyes danced across the room looking for his newest ward.

“Tsk, I hope he doesn’t tell one of those bad jokes!” The ladies continued to whisper, “He always tells those bad jokes!”

‘Bad jokes?’

A small commotion coming caught Fuwa’s attention, his gaze finally landing on a small group of businessmen walking towards the center of the lobby. Tilting his head, the dark haired bodyguard wondered which one of the suits was the president of the company. As they got closer, he could hear the small crowd groaning together, their faces completely unamused at whatever was being said.

“Eh?...”

Suddenly the sounds of the lobby faded away, replaced by what Fuwa could only compare to the jingling of silver bells. The dull suits parted just slightly, allowing the bodyguard to see a grinning young man between them, dressed in a suit jacket with a bright hoodie underneath it. The lean brunette eyes sparkled, as his lips parted, and there it was again, that wonderful, beautiful sound. But it wasn’t really bells of course, but the sound of the boy laughing that caused a stir within him. Fuwa suddenly found himself staring at the boy, at that beaming smile, and those flushed full cheeks.

Wait…it couldn’t be…?!

Fuwa felt the breath being knocked out of his throat, unable to deny that everything suddenly felt different. His brain was short circuiting, suddenly the noises were now louder, the bright sweatshirt that the CEO was wearing even brighter than before. It was as if the whole world turned up its intensity by 10!

“Ah!” Sitting up straight, the bodyguard felt his heart thundering his chest, realizing that businessman suddenly turned towards him. Fuwa’s whole body tingled like it was struck by lightning, their eyes meeting across the space. Their gaze never broke while the CEO’s full lips parted, speaking to the men next to him before parting ways.

‘Shit…’ This was going too fast, the lean brunette was making a bee line towards him, ‘He’s coming this way…!’

Fuwa fight or flight instincts suddenly kicked in. He wanted to run off, knowing full well what all of this meant; but at the same time, his body felt heavy underneath that bright curious gaze. He was stuck to the chair, easy prey for the young CEO as he walked up.

“H-H-hey…”

That voice immediately made Fuwa’s chest feel warm and tight, nervousness filling him. Normally the man had no problem speaking to people, (they may not like what he had to say of course), but the moment the brunette spoke, the boy felt his mouth go dry. The words died in his throat, as he took in the boy standing in front of him, staring shamelessly as his mouth gaped. The young CEO’s bright eyes danced underneath his brunette hair, his plump boyish cheeks flushed from his earlier laughing.

‘…Cute…’

The boy’s lower lip stuck out, his eyebrows furrowing in distress with Fuwa’s silence, “Hey…you ok?”

No. No, Fuwa wasn’t ok, not in the very least. How could he be when even pouting, the CEO was just…irresistible?

Taking a deep breath, the boy finally managed to murmur, “I-I’m ok…Hello Mr. President.”

That frown immediately turned right side up, his whole face beaming with the soft words. Shaking his head, the brunette chuckled softly, the sound of silver bells dancing in Fuwa’s ears.

“…Aw come on…don’t be like that!”

Sparks shot down Fuwa’s spine as the lean boy reached down wrapping his petite warm hands around his own. Giving it a gentle tug, the bodyguard was coaxed to his feet, letting his grip linger a little longer before letting go.

“…You can see it too right?! Everything is…brighter? You’re it huh? My soulmate!” The boy eagerly said, “I’m Hiden Aruto! What’s your name?!-“

“Sir?”

The two looked up, realizing that a dark haired girl with one of those humangear headpieces appeared next to them. Their moment suddenly ruined, Fuwa broke his gaze, taking a small step away from the lean boy. Biting his lower lip, the boy felt overwhelmed with emotion, a mix of annoyance and relief filling him. He hated that this stranger broke into their private conversation, but at the same time it gave him a moment to really take in what was happening.

Hiden Aruto…was his soulmate?…

“The meeting.”

“Ah yes! Um, Fuwa-san…”

His name on the boys lips, sent a shudder down the bodyguard’s spine, as if a fingertip dragged gently down his back. He turned his gaze back to Aruto, who looked at him with these impossibly wide and curious eyes. The CEO looked like he wanted to say so much, but with the girl there next to him he dropped their conversation entirely.

“Of course Sir, please let me lead you to the car.” And Fuwa decided it was easier to just let it go too.

Escorting the young CEO to his car was easy, but the moment they got into the enclosed space of the vehicle Fuwa knew he was in trouble. The brunette sat in the center of the backseat, the bodyguard forced to sit next to him. It was still too soon for the dark haired bodyguard, so he turned his gaze out of the window and the passing cars.

Gods, was why was it so warm in the car?! And what was that delicious scent?!

“Ah! Sorry!”

Turning his head, Fuwa felt something bump up against his shoulder as the car turned a corner. Looking over, he watched as Aruto sat up straight, his head lifting to slyly meet Fuwa’s gaze. Locking their gaze, the boy blushed hotly, wondering if was the only one who was feeling this way. It should have been obvious, that the light scent of lavender filling his nose, and the warmth was coming from the lean boy next to him. The gaze was so overwhelming Aruto’s dark eyes sparkling with unspoken words, that Fuwa had to turn away, pretending that something interesting was happening outside the window.

Fuwa could almost feel the anxiety, mixed with just a rush of jumbled emotions that made his chest tight. Was this what being soulmates felt like?!

The car ride took forever, and the business meeting much longer. Fuwa was no stranger to boring meetings that seemed to last forever, but this one was especially unbearable. As the stuffy businessmen talked and attempted to negotiate, the bodyguard stood in the side watching everyone with practiced disinterest. But disinterested was far from what the dark haired boy was, his eyes lingering on the lean brunette at the head of the table. He noticed sunbeams pouring into the room from the window bouncing off the boys hair, giving it a warm caramel look. And every second that passed the bodyguard could feel the young businessman’s emotions radiating from him like the sun. Fuwa could tell he was getting impatient, the boy’s voice carrying an edge to it, even though he continued with his energetic and polite conversation. Could no one else hear it? Could no one tell he was growing impatient with the meeting?

And how did no one notice those stolen glances he was sending Fuwa out of the corner of his eye? Secret looks that just screamed, ‘get me out of here’. Not to mention that impossibly endearing blush that crossed his face when Aruto noticed Fuwa watching him.

Finally after what felt like hours, the young CEO completed his contract with those stuffy businessmen, providing them with humangear for their company. It was a successful trip for the boys company, so he chatted with his secretary in the car, giving her instructing her on their next steps. Fuwa was relieved though, because that meant Aruto’s attention wasn’t on him.

It was already bad enough that he could feel the boys knees brushing up against him, reminding Fuwa how achingly close Aruto’s warm body was. And how the brunette’s voice caressing his ears, as if the boy was right against them

Ugh, how much longer?!

Fuwa was beginning to get anxious by the end of the car ride, being in such close proximity to the other driving him crazy. Aruto’s inviting warmth and scent taunted him, filled all of the dark haired bodyguard senses. He had to resist, all of this had to be a mistake, the brunette was a CEO, and all he was…was a bodyguard.

Yes, if he just ignored it…it might just go away…

“Sir, we’re here!”

Sliding out of the expensive car, Fuwa turned to bow at the businessman before excusing himself, hoping to quickly leave. If he was able to get away, maybe he could get away from the irresistible calling of the soul bond.

“Fuwa-san…“

Damn, Fuwa felt his heart tighten, Aruto’s voice causing him to stop right in his tracks. Running his fingers through his dark curly hair, the boy tried to sound calm and composed. “Yeah Pres?”

“Escort me up to the office?”

“Eh?” A soft surprised noise fell from Fuwa’s lips, his eyebrow lifting at the sudden request. “Oh…yeah… sure.”

With a few soft words, Aruto dismissed his secretary before motioning the other to follow him. Unable to resist the two walked through the lobby in silence, an air of anxiety between them as they entered into a special elevator after the CEO swiped a card next to the entrance. Motioning the other to follow him into the small space, the two entered Aruto’s private elevator.

‘Shit…shit…’ The whole day, Fuwa was able to avoid having this conversation but Aruto was not giving him much choice. “Pres. I-“

“Let’s talk in my office…” Aruto cut him off, a bright smile crossing his face. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you all day, and no one will disturb us there!”

Biting his bottom lip, the bodyguard shifted anxiously in place, the soft humming of the elevator filling his ears. Fuwa didn’t want to be left alone with the CEO though, the whole day he had been trying to deal with these new emotions and now the has to face them head on. Finally, a soft ding alerted the two that they reached their destination. As the door slid open, Aruto exited first, leaving Fuwa to follow in his footsteps right into the spacious office. The whole place was bright and sun filled, giving it the same warm feeling that Aruto emitted. Simple yet elegant couches filled the space, and in the middle was an expensive looking desk covered in a mix of paperwork and…toys?

“Fuwa-san?”

Suddenly, small hands took hold of his jacket sleeve, forcing the bodyguard to turn his attention back to the lean brunette. Their eyes locked, and suddenly Fuwa forgot how to breathe, those brownie eyes searching his. Aruto’s body was once again too close, making Fuwa’s heart rush in his chest.

“You’ve been avoiding me all day…can’t you…feel this?”

Fuwa’s lips parted, a soft noise escaping his throat; of course he could, how could he not?!

Aruto gave the fabric an insistent tug his eyes widening, “I never thought I would just meet my other half just like that! I mean…isn’t it just fate?!”

The boy kept babbling, going on and on about how everything felt different now, and how he finally understood what it meant to find your ‘soul mate’. It was all too much, all too fast!

“Pres!” Fuwa’s voice came out a lot like a bark, cutting Aruto off. “Pres, just…stop. This can’t be right!”

Reaching down, the dark haired boy took the CEO’s soft hand gently pulling it away from his suit jacket. Taking a deep breath, Fuwa tried to ignore the electricity that ran through him with the simple touch before letting go. Gods, his hands were so soft, reflecting his gentle work, nothing like Fuwa’s, dotted with rough callouses from his job.

“Pres…this can’t be right…I…” Running his fingers through his messy hair in irritation, the boy grunted, “I am just a bodyguard, and you’re-“

“I’m Aruto!” The boy stuck out his bottom lip in a pout, emphasizing his name. “Hi-den A-ru-to. It doesn’t matter that I am some CEO, what matters is…what matters is that…I…”

Aruto’s face flushed the most wonderful shade of pink, before murmuring, “…want to…kiss you…”

“K-Kiss?”

Fuwa almost felt his legs give out underneath him with that admittance, the breath knocked out of his lungs. He…wanted to kiss him? His face immediately felt hot with the thought, a shameless noise escaping him. Unable to control himself, Fuwa’s dark eyes lowered down, once again glancing at Aruto’s full lips. Just watching the young CEO shyly shifted in place, his eyes wide waiting for Fuwa’s response, made him weak. It was unfair how charming it was, and how easy it was for Aruto to cause such an intense reaction in the bodyguard.

Fuwa had never wanted to kiss someone so badly as he did at that second.

“I…” Fuwa’s mouth was dry as he struggled to form the words, “I…want to kiss you too…”

The bodyguard barely got to enjoy Aruto’s bright smile, before he felt petite hands cupping his face. Suddenly electricity shot down his spine, soft lips now pressed up against Fuwa’s in a clumsy kiss. The bodyguard’s mind short circuited, gods, Aruto’s lips were just as soft as he imagined!

“Mm…” Unable to control himself, Fuwa’s hands found themselves clutching onto the boys colorful sweatshirt pulling their bodies closer. A soft hiss escaped the bodyguard, feeling Aruto shudder against him, the CEO’s small arms wrapping around his neck. It was all fuel for Fuwa, urging him on as he greedily savored the taste of the boys lips. Had kissing always been this…good?!

No…It wasn’t as if the dark haired boy kissed a lot of people, but this…this was different. Even though they had just met, the two kissed like their lives depended on it.

The moment Aruto’s lips parted, Fuwa took advantage, aggressively sliding his tongue against the other. And with every pass of his tongue, the bodyguard was reward with soft gasps and whimpers from the brunette. He couldn’t get enough of the boys taste, the noises, and the sweet way his fingers curled into Fuwa’s curls. It was all so electrifying, that the dark haired boy subconsciously pulled at the boys hoodie even more, trying to urge Aruto closer. In the distance, Fuwa could hear things being knocked around, but he couldn’t seem to be bothered with it. Especially since the young CEO didn’t resist the slightly rough treatment, melting against the other kissing the other with just as much fervor.

“Ah…” The sound of panting rose between the two as Fuwa was forced to pull away from Aruto’s lips. But he didn’t fully want to let go of the kiss, so unable to help himself from gently sinking his teeth into the boys soft lips. Softly gasping for breath, the dark haired bodyguard forced air back into his burning lungs before slowly opening his eyes. “Ah…”

Shit…

When his eyes finally focused, he was met with the warm brownie gaze of Aruto, now glazed over from their intense kiss. The CEO’s face was flushed a beautiful pink, lips parted, wet and swollen, giving Aruto a wonderfully ravished look. The long eye flashes of the brunette fluttered closed as the boy silently inviting the other to continue. Fuwa’s immediately wanted to take Aruto up on the offer for the kiss, and draw out more of those cute noises he was making, but something was off…

Fuwa’s mind struggled to pull itself out of the fog, focusing enough to figure out what was wrong. Instantly the boy knew what was wrong; the young brunette was now not at eyelevel with the bodyguard. How did-…

Oh…

It finally dawned on him, what exactly happened while they were kissing. The two had moved blindly around the office until they were at Aruto’s modern desk…with Aruto somehow now perched on its edge. Fuwa’s cheeks burned, finding himself nestled in between the lean legs of the brunette, hands pressing into his sides, pinning him to the table. It was becoming painfully obvious that those sounds that he had heard, was from Fuwa lifted Aruto and unceremoniously placed the CEO on top of his desk; shoving everything else out of the way.

“Pres-…I…” The dark haired bodyguard’s mouth dropped slightly, embarrassment washing over him. “I-I’m sorry I don’t know what came over me!”

Fuwa tried to move away from the CEO, but the boy kept his grip around the bodyguard’s neck keeping him still.

Aruto tilted his head, brunette hair falling into his darkened eyes. “…Why are you apologizing…”

Swallowing hard, the hot-headed bodyguard felt heat pooling within him, the CEO’s voice now breathy and soft.

“…Fuwa…please…you’re my soul mate…”

The words sent a shiver down the bodyguards spine, his heart skipping in his chest feeling the need radiating from the lean CEO.

“…Don’t reject me…” Aruto whispered, “Please…”

He should know better, Fuwa’s mind screamed at him that the brunette was a CEO, and that he was just a bodyguard for hire with nothing to offer…that it couldn’t be possible that they were meant to be… but…

Fuwa leaned in, his fingers tightening around the boys clothes before roughly capturing Aruto’s lips, wrapping himself in the warmth of the boys arms. A sudden swell of defiance rose within in, so what if he had nothing to offer and they wouldn’t make sense? He couldn’t deny his body’s immediate reaction to the cute CEO, every kiss sending sparks of lightening down his spine. The bodyguard had never felt such a need to be so close, to touch and explore another person like this before.

In between kisses, Fuwa softly whispered, “…If…you want me Pres…”

‘I’m yours…’ His heart ached with the thought, unable to form the words with his lips.

A sudden thrum of warm emotion emanating from Aruto pulsed through the bodyguard, the CEO smiling against Fuwa’s mouth. It was almost sweet how easy it was to read the cute brunette, every kiss screamed his need for the other.

He couldn’t believe it, they had just met this morning, and already the dark haired boy could feel the other’s emotions as clear as his own.

Aruto…Aruto the CEO…was HIS soulmate. Was his, and he was never going to let him go.

#Fuwa Isamu #Hiden Aruto #Kamen Rider Zero One #Kamen Rider Zero-One #Soulmates #Soulmates!AU #Mun Writes

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idiots-stick-together · 4 years ago

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𝒞𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹𝒽𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒲𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝐼

Headcannon/Shortstory: The Candy Shop: Lemonhead!

How you met Toga + started a ‘relationship’!

• Warnings: Blood (duh), Violence, Stalking •

Fluff (🍯) [’fluff’ in Toga’s definition]

❤️️ Reader Type: Feminine (She/Her/They/Them), Any race, is 15! ❤️️

Near the busted buildings decorated with broken glass and rats, was a little shop that sold candy, “Childhood Wonders” This shop is run by a grandfather that would do anything for his family. Though, with pesty kids stealing his candies, business is being put in financial turmoil. The local kids have been stealing POUNDS of candy every week. However, what can a 68-year-old do? Call his grandchild for help of course! He had to bribe them with a few bucks, but she’s here now, and armed with a broom!

But...they might have a weakness for blondes...

-Meeting her:

🩸 After you bop the stubborn kids on the head with the broom, they finally dropped the candy and ran! Like the cowards they are!

🔪 However, if you thought the rounds of kids were done...ya’ might wanna recheck the left side of your brain, because you might need to bop common sense back into it.

🩸 After collapsing into the chair behind the counter, the sound of glass shattering energizes you up again! You get the half-functional broom and rush over there.

🔪 The blonde slowly turns around with smeared chocolate around her lips and hands. After you tighten the grip of your thief-repellent-weapon, you STRIKE!

🩸...out. You struck out...ya’ might of got your shit rocked...this chick has strength!

🔪 You cover your stomach to feel a wet spot developing, red and dripping onto the floor...ah...uh oh. Yup, issa knife.

🩸 Your heart is racing, yet you don’t and can’t back down! This is your livelihood! This shop has helped the whole family, plus your grandpa isn’t here right now. So, someone has to handle this situation!

🔪 Luckily, you have a quirk! You ‘disappear’. She is swiping all around her now. You run around her and strike!

🩸 You both paint the floors with smooshed chocolates and rolling gumballs. The place is trashed, as you both fight. The bastard even bites you a couple of times!

🔪 After a while, you both are bruised and bleeding, yet she doesn’t give up! However, you don’t really have a choice but to collapse.

🩸 She stares down at you and blanks a couple of times, before dropping a lot of candy onto your face. She still takes a couple of pieces of candies though.

🔪 You push yourself up enough to hold onto her legs and dig into her legs with your nails. She will tumble down a bit and try to kick you.

🩸 FINALLY, THE COPS APPEAR FROM THE ALARMS IN THE STORE. You release her as the cops rush into the building. She rushes out the building through the back door.

🔪 Some cops will put pressure on the cuts and gashes. Your grandpa was called and you were mindfucked.

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-Acquaintances:

🩸 Now, weeks have passed and you were home recovering. Though, with your luck, your grandpa was sick. So, you stepped up and took care of the shop again. However, you came prepared! Yes, even you use knives!

🔪 After a few minutes, a blonde girl stands at the door. She has high knee socks on with holes, her skirt was a school skirt, and her shirt was covered in dirt. She smirks at you with her hands in her pockets.

🩸 You lock the door and flick her off. She stares at you for hours...seriously...the whole shift.

🔪 You stay on the phone with the cops and eagle watch her. Yet, she does nothing. When the cops arrive, she leaves.

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Your Stalker...:

🩸 Every shift, you get chills. After giving some homeless kids some candy, something your grandpa disagrees with, the blonde is back! In front of you...

🔪 Before getting your phone, she slams candy onto the counter. She stares at you with a blank stare. You slowly grab the candy. She leaves the shop...this becomes a routine.

🩸 Apparently, this candy is from this store, yet you will never know where she gets this from....why steal from here and not eat the stolen goods??

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A Friend?:

🔪 After this action, the store starts to see an improvement in income. Especially since you and her scare off the thieves! Yup, TOGETHER. How did this happen? You don’t know.

🩸 She is helping the business out now...yet she is still creepy. She stands behind you and breathes down your neck sometimes.

🔪 Now, you start to notice your boyfriends/girlfriends ‘disappearing’. Also, your crushes avoiding the hell out of you. Is it because you are unattractive...? Who knows! Toga knows! 👀

🩸 She starts to slowly become a business partner and friend??? A friend that comforts you through each “breakup”. A friend that asks to drink your blood and taste your blood...you pass this as a joke until you see her eyes darken...

🔪 Also, you notice your missing clothes from the house, especially your panties!?! Oh, also your open window, every night. Even when you lock it!

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Your Friend! (and personalized ‘sleep buddy’ COUGH-stalker...):

🩸 Ever feel lonely? Not anymore! She is always with you in the shop...and around the city, but you don’t need to know that!

🔪 Since the business is succeeding more than ever, your grandpa finally met her. If you dare to tell him about who injured you months ago, she will stab you. Maybe even sabotage your grandpa’s business. So, you keep quiet...yet, were you even gonna tell on her in the first place?? Isn’t she your friend...?

🩸 Your grandpa lets you and her have a sleepover at his house. She takes your clothes, as she doesn’t bring anything with her. You’ll have to share your toothbrush too! So...good luck with cleaning your toothbrush.

🔪 Your grandpa will definitely questions her lifestyle. She wouldn’t respond.

🩸 Also, you HAVE to share a shower with her, you don’t have a choice. She will behave and even compliment your body.

🔪 When you try to guide her around the house, she says “I know!” and walks into your room. She even places her dirty clothes into my laundry basket, the one that is in my closet, your closed closet...ok...

🩸 When you two are getting ready to go to bed, she will cuddle the hell out of you. If you need to get something, she’ll get it for you, with her hand gripping onto yours. Need to pee? TOO BAD.

🔪 Snack wrappers will be covering you two. Which would knock you out, but she will keep bothering you until she gets a goodnight kiss. A kiss on the cheek will send her up a wall! Lips? You wanna smash?!? (She’s joking! Unless...) But, seriously she is extremely happy on both offers.

🩸 When you have to go to school, she will help you get ready. She will claim to be from your school, you give her a spare uniform and go to class with her. Your grandpa will be suspicious, but won’t question it. Each class will be with her!

🔪 The teachers are confused...yet her name is on the role...so yeahhh...you don’t have any space anymore.

🩸 She is crushing your hand as you talk to your friends. Yet, they like her! She is entertaining and rebellious but protective of you. Any bullies? They are on the news being reported as dead. You definitely question that. She shrugs and ignores this conversation.

🔪 Your friends are now her friends! You all form a group that dances to Tik-toks and laughs at trash memes. You all create an Instagram account for her, “(Y/N)’sWife” She can’t help but tease you if you blush. Your friends join in and eventually actually ship you too!

🩸 She posts you a lot on her Instagram, she makes edits of you as well. Oh yeah, she uses your phone to do all of this. Since she doesn’t have a phone. Or house. Or family...

🔪 Yeahhhh, she finally opens up to you completely when her feelings are overflowing for you~

🩸 After learning that she is homeless, you question how she is in school without someone over 18. She uses fake IDs and documents to enter schools. Well, that’s...depressing.

🔪 You can’t leave her in this condition! So, your grandpa adopts her! But, her feelings are conflicted now...you are one of her family members now. Yet, she can’t see you in that way, she loves you. Do you love her???

🩸 When she hits you with that question, you freeze. No matter how you respond, she will either be ecstatic and smother you with kisses, or blankly stare at you and push harder. You will eventually understand that you love her. You just need a push...you will break.

Hers:

🔪 Flowers will be an everyday accessory! She will cover your room in half-dead flowers, she expects kisses for this effort.

🩸 Your grandpa will have already seen this coming, he was like “finally.”

🔪 Dates are usually ending in you two running from the cops, she might have tried to rob a flower shop for you...

🩸 You definitely slap her upside her head, but she keeps causing trouble, “ACCEPT MY LOVE!” as she hands you the head of someone that didn’t give you the right condiments for your sandwich.

🔪 Her murderous tendencies are very apparent...but it’s for you. It’s always for you. So, is it really bad??

🩸 If you have periods, she will be massaging your stomach, hold a heating pad against your stomach, kiss the tears off your face, run to the store to grab pads, and help you keep hydrated and fed. Even if her pancakes are uncooked, her bacon is burnt, and her eggs are bland, it’s made out of love!

🔪 She gets along with your grandpa easily, you haven’t seen your grandpa smile and laugh this much before. You three have movie nights and cook together sometimes. Toga may cry if he praises her. Please don’t tease her or mock her for that, she was never really shown love growing up.

🩸 You two are lovely-dovely everywhere, even if PDA doesn’t make you comfortable. She will force you onto her lap or cuddle you shamelessly.

🔪 The school is completely annoyed, yet your friends keep hyping you two up. You two even have a Tik-Tok following, 5k. You two are the “It” couple!

🩸 Before bed Toga makes sure to tell you how much she loves you. Please do the same, she is devoted to you!

🔪 After a couple of months, she will try to be intimate with you. If you don’t want that, she will NEVER force you into that act. If you do want that, you will be covered in cuts and love bites. Your grandpa might try to put mosquito repellent on you.

🩸 When you are almost done with high school, she will become more distant and secretive.

🔪 After laying in complete silence, she will confess to a mistake.

🩸 You will be staring at her with your heart racing. Cheating?? Lost interest??? Nope, she joined the L.O.V.

🔪 Oh...that’s it??? She will be surprised by that reaction. I mean she KILLS people, this isn’t the most surprising news. Yet, you will try to convince her to complete school and achieve higher goals.

🩸 She will consider it...but for now, you and her are apart of a new family. Don’t worry if someone touches you or threaten you, they will die. Even if it means dying for you. As long as she knows that you love her, and she gets to see your smile before dying, it would be worth it. You will always be worth it.

🔪 When your grandpa dies, you two will be over 18. You two will be upset, yet Toga will ground you. She is there for you. She knows what it’s like to lose the only person that cared for you. She will steal two lockets and cut out pictures of the three of you. The heart-shaped lockets will persevere the loving and accepting nature of your grandpa. So, you two agree to never let the shop close. You two only the shop and even made more shops around the community. The homeless kids are given free candy every day. Toga made a charity for kids that don’t have parents, it helps them achieve education and help them get adopted into loving families.

🩸 She opens up to you more about her childhood and her feelings. Even though the public views her as a heartless villain, she will always be apart of your heart.

🔪 Without each other, you two would be incomplete. You make her want to do better...maybe finish school and go to college...marriage...kids...many possibilities. But, for now, she wants to protect and love you. She’ll get better, she’ll do better, with you.

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In conclusion, 10/10 girlfriend! That is completely loyal to you, just be comfortable with sharing underwear and saliva! ❤️

#toga x reader #himiko x reader #toga himiko #bhna x reader #bhna headcanons #himiko toga x reader

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ivybucky · 5 years ago

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everything i’ve got

request by @s-trawberryv-eins : Please can I request a Bucky x Banner/Stark!reader fic? Angst with a happy ending please. The two are dating but want to keep it a secret out of fear of her father disapproving. Hiding it gets really hard and they fight all the time; maybe even hit the breaks. Her dad finds out and after getting super mad he calms down and eveything works out? This is weirdly specific I know, apologies if it sounds dumb :)xxx

A/N: This was so much fun to write! I’m so excited to finally get my first fic of the decade out. Thanks to @mr-skyline-r34 and @queensevansackles for letting me bounce ideas off y’all and being my no. 1 bitches ily

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author: abby

words: 2311

song I’m listening to: take a chance on me - abba

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

For the last year and a half, you’d been with the Avengers as a hacker and spy. As the 25 year old love child of Tony Stark and your mother, working alongside the man was both a dream and a tension fueled nightmare. Guess that’s where you got your attitude and anxiety from.

The team itself was your new family. All the boys were like big brothers to you, protecting you at any cost. Nat and Wanda were your best friends and your sisters and helped you get over your initial fears of being on the team

And then there was Bucky.

For the last six months, you’d been in a relationship with the former Winter Soldier. The sweet, kind, soft hearted man had stolen your heart the moment you met him. The two of you had flirted constantly throughout the entirety of your friendship, stealing glances, flittery touches, and shamelessly teasing one another.

After one particularly gruesome mission, ending with you in the medbay with several stab wounds, Bucky finally had decided to change the meaning behind your relationship. You were hesitant to tell Tony, knowing their past had some pretty low lows. You’d convince Bucky to keep it a secret for a while until you knew you were ready to be open about it.

But now, Bucky was getting frustrated. Whenever you became scared of someone finding out, Bucky would try and convince you it was time to tell the team. But your fear of what your own father might think caused you to pull back and not let it get too serious. While the two of you fought often, it would always end with you both apologizing and moving on. But not tonight.

You and Bucky had been hanging in your room, it was in the late hours of the night, to be sure that no one would see you. As you rested against Bucky’s chest watching a movie, he softly said, “I love you, Y/N.”

You shot up in your seat, eyes wide and your heart racing. “What?”

“I, uh,” he scratched the back of his neck while he looked at you with soft eyes. “I love you.”

You put a hand over your heart to try and steady its erratic beating. “Bucky,” you whispered, voice tightening in panic. “I can’t.”

You loved him, you know you did. But if you said it, then you were open like a wound, and after everything you’d been through, you didn’t know if you could handle getting hurt again.

“Is that why you don’t want to tell people we’re together? Because you don’t love me?” his face scrunched in hurt and anger.

“James, of course not,” your body trembled.

“Are you embarrassed of me? Is that it? Can’t stand anyone else knowing that you’ve been screwing around with the Winter Soldier? With a monster?” he spat out in anger.

“Is that what we’ve been doing? Screwing around? For six fucking months?” you asked incredulously.

“Well, that’s what it feels like Y/N! For Christ sakes you can’t even tell me you love me,” his voice cracked as it’s volume rose higher and higher. The pain behind his emotions melting through like a hot rod to cold metal.

Tears welling in your eyes, you took a step closer to him. “James,” you spoke softly. “You know how I feel about you.”

“Do I?” An angry tear broke free from his own eyes. “Because this all kind of feels one-side.”

You reached out to touch his arm, ready to confess every feeling under the sun to him, only for him to flinch away. “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t just sit here hidden from view when all I want to do is show you off to the whole world. I can’t be with you anymore. ”

And then was gone. His large frame stormed out of your bedroom and like the ending of a book the door slammed shut with no room left for more words. The sound echoed through your space, leaving you with a shuddering sob in its wake.

The first twenty-four hours after the fight, you didn’t leave your room. Shadows loomed in front of your doorway, some asking for entry, others uneasy with lack of confidence. A cloud hung over your bed, mimicking your state with the bright sunshine outside. At some point, the days just seemed to drag on. Now closed curtains made time disappear and left you with your thoughts. It’s all your fault. Why can’t you just be more open? Maybe you’re the monster. It wouldn’t lasted anyway. He never really cared about you.

Your eyes burned, dry of emotion after four days. You were in a dark place, but life without him was dark. He doesn’t want you.

Your stomach wretched, muscles adjusted to the curled up position you’d kept your self in. The harshness of the fluorescent lights of the hallway made you want to crawl right back into your cave, but you ran out of your secret stash of food yesterday. Shuffling your sock-cladded feet into the kitchen, you didn’t even look up as you headed to the fridge.

“Y/N?” You winced at the familiar voice of your estranged father. With a grimace on your face as you shuffle through to-go boxes, you finally speak for what feels like ages.

“Hey pops,” you managed to get out, voice tight from sobbing.

“Kid, what the fuck?” Tony pushed off his seat by the counter making his way towards you. “Why have you got yourself locked up in your room?” You sighed.

“Tones, I don’t really wanna-“ he cut you off.

“Can you please just tell me what’s going on with you? This is the first time you’ve left your room in four days. You won’t answer anyone’s texts, you’ve won’t open your door. Hell have you even said a word while you were in there? Everyone’s worried about you.”

“Not everyone,” you mumbled.

“What the fuck is supposed to mean?” You met Tony’s eyes with your sunken ones. Your face the slightest bit paler in the harsh light.

“Look you’re not going to be happy.”

“Y/N, you’re my kid. I know it’s only been a short time that we’ve gotten to know each other, but you can always tell me anything. I wasn’t much of a father before because I didn’t know. Let me be a good one now.” He put a hand on your shoulder, nodding encouragingly. You sighed.

“Bucky and I have been dating,” you rushed out, nerves getting the best of you. “For the last six months. But we broke up a couple of days ago.”

Tony’s jaw clenched, brows furrowing in anger, hand slipping from your arm. About of thirty seconds of silence passed before he spoke up.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

“Tony-“ you started.

“No, this is a joke,” he scoffed. “There’s no way you were dumb enough to date Barnes.”

“Excuse me?” you asked incredulously. “I am a grown ass adult. You need to watch what you say next old man.”

“Y/N. Bucky is a dangerous, unsteady person. Who knows when he’ll break next? Sure Shuri fixed him, but how do we know for sure.”

“Anthony Stark. You know better than to make those accusation about that man. He has saved your life countless times and mine. Bucky is an amazing man who has been through so much shit I can’t even begin to imagine. He may be dangerous, but he isn’t to me. He deserved every goddamn thing the world has to offer. He has the gentlest heart and the sweetest soul and is the dumbest person in the world to want to be with someone like me. I love that man with everything I’ve got. And now because of my fear of what you would think, I’ve lost him.”

Tony took a step back, his hand going to his chest like you had just shot him, whispering in disbelief, “You love him?”

“More than I can handle sometimes.”

Tony shook his head in disbelief, moving his hand to his forehead to smooth out his eyebrows. He turned and left the kitchen, saying, “I need a minute.” And then he was out of sight.

You covered your face with your hands, groaning loudly as the steps of your father disappeared down the hall.

“You love me?” A gruff voice behind you spoke, causing your spine to straighten and your body to turn.

“Bucky,” you started softly, eyes wide with newly formed tears in your eyes. He looked no better than you did, standing as if the weight of the world had been on his shoulders for days. He held his finger in the air, pausing your words.

“Shh,” he stared at you. “You love me?”

Having never said the words out loud to him before, of course you were nervous. But once you looked in his eyes, the steel blue pools of emotion you’d often found yourself drowning in, you knew there had never been a truer statement.

“I love you,” you smiled softly, stepping closer to him. You let the tears fall freely and quickly now. “I can’t breathe without you.”

Bucky’s lips slowly melted into the sweetest smile you’d ever seen, eyes brighter than the stars outside. He rushed to you wrapping his arms around you quickly, crushing you against his chest. He tried to calm you as sobs trembled through your body. You arms wrapped around his middle tightly, relieved to find yourself there again.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you sooner,” you mumbled against his chest.

“Baby,” his voice strained out. “I don’t care about that. I shouldn’t have rushed you into saying it if you weren’t ready.” His arms tightened around you more, bringing you completely flush against him. “God, I’m so sorry honey. I hate making you feel like this.”

“It doesn’t matter,” you sighed, pulling away to lay a hand on his cheek. “Just have me back please. I can’t take it anymore.”

“Darlin’,” he chuckled, leaning in to kiss you. “You didn’t even have to ask.”

His lips pressed into yours and you almost passed out from all of your emotions. You could never get used to just how good those soft delicate lips felt. He pulled away, your lips chasing his, and grabbed you hand.

“Come on,” he tugged. “I wanna cuddle you all I can until the rest of the team finds out.”

Hours later in your bedroom, Bucky and you laid in your bed once again pressed flush against each other. With his arm around your back and your head on his chest, your fingers danced across his peck as the both of you softly talked about everything and nothing.

Giggling at an offhand comment he made about Sam and the bourgeoisie, you tilted your head to kiss the underside of his jaw. His arms tightened around you before pulling you up and sitting up. With a hand on his cheek, you rested your forehead against his.

“I love you,” you whispered, pecking his lips. He mouth cracked open in that smile that made your knees weak and moved his mouth to your neck, giving opened mouth kisses.

“Say it again,” he murmured.

“I love you,” you half-whimpered. His mouth moved to your jaw, nipping slightly.

“Again.”

“I love you,” you giggled out, his mouth finally landing on yours, nipping at your bottom lip. You hummed happily as you opened yourself more to him, pressing closer. You grinded slightly on his lap, causing him to moan slightly into the kiss.

An abrupt knock at the door cause you to jump away from each other. You felt Bucky sigh beneath you.

“Y/N can we talk please?” Tony called out from behind the door. You quickly got off of Bucky’s lap and made your way to open the door, ignoring his reaching hands.

“Hi Tony,” you said softly. “What’s up?”

He shuffled his feet, looking sheepish. “I feel bad about how I reacted, Y/N/N. You’ve been in a bad place and I should’ve been more considerate and tried to help you through it. And you’re right, Barnes deserves a lot more than what he’s been given. Obviously, he’s been taking care of you and I think you too should be together. I was just being a little over protective. If you want me to talk to him and help you kids get back together then I will. Cause you deserve to feel the kinda love you were describing."

“Tones,” you started. “Don’t worry about it please. I know the news was shocking to hear.” Just as you finished speaking, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. You smirked a little watching his brows furrow.

“And thank you for your offer,” you winked. “But I think I got it covered.”

Tony sighed. “Okay you two. Just ease me into the PDA okay?”

“You got it,” Bucky answered, earning an eye roll from Tony.

“And you guys have to tell the team. I’m not gonna be the one who lays that news on them.”

“On it,” you smiled. Tony turned with a scoff.

“Yeah, right.”

After the door to your bedroom closed, Bucky turned you around by your hips and pulled you back to the bed. While he kissed you again, you grabbed your phone and took a picture.

“What are you doing?” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as you quickly typed a message before muting it and putting it on your sidetable.

“Just giving the team some news,” you smiled, bringing his lips back to yours, moving to lay underneath him.

*meanwhile in the avengers group chat*

Y/N: 1 attachment: we have some news!

Birdbrain: WHAT

Nat: I KNEW IT

Clint: you did not

Steve: Since WhEn?

Tony: I knew the whole time

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hellomyalien · 5 years ago

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there’s something really hysterical about the dynamic vmin have with yoongi.

tae like, continuously and delightedly forcing yoongi to be affectionate/endure his affection while yoongi acts extremely put out. because he is wellll aware that yoongi “secretly” loves attention & physical affection. (however despite this “protesting” he WILL verbally confirm how much he loves tae if he REALLY thinks tae needs that)

then theres jimin, who is consistently the most affectionate person in bts to the point where the members admit without him, they wouldn’t celebrate birthdays or give gifts or, no doubt, be as openly affectionate with each other as they are. but jimin loves so fully and shamelessly, as easy as breathing, he just makes it look so simple.

except with yoongi. of COURSE he adores yoongi just as much as he adores every member, but instead their love language is teasing, bickering, competing & making each other laugh, and you dont often see jimin be physically affectionate with him—but if he IS yoongi almost never pretends to be annoyed about it.

theyre either jokingly mocking one another or being so ridiculously sincere that i feel like i shouldnt be watching it. i feel like (total speculation obv) jimin enjoys and wants verbal affirmation from the other members, where thats his love language, but he doesnt have to pulll yoongis affection out of him by force like tae, because he somehow just knows. There’s a japanese interview where jimin says

“Suga may seem cold, but a lot of times I get the feeling he’s a really warm person, [...] although he’s not a person to talk warmly to members one by one.”

He knows. & i think in their own way, bickering and arguing and teasing IS their love language, because its ATTENTION. yoongi (despite obviously loving taes stolen hugs) isnt that suited to jimins main love language he gives, which is physical affection. jimin needs to hear verbal affirmation, but yoongi often finds honest & sincere words difficult to express directly except when necessary. so they adapted this other thing, this love language thats just theirs. It’s

Jimin joking that hes going to spend the money yoongi gave him for supplies on ice cream, and yoongi just saying “okay,” in a way that you know means he meant it

Yoongi composing a long text to jk & tae about how much he loves them, probably worried that they dont know because hes not always able to express it, but he doesnt send jimin one. because jimin already knows. but when jimin finds out he makes a joke out of being hurt at not receiving one, which yoongi can instantly tell is only 90% joke, so he tells him right there that he loves him. he just was never worried jimin didnt know

the way yoongi would do literally anything to make jimin laugh and always looks IMMENSELY proud when he does (despite, lets admit it, it not being that hard)

Jimin being the only one who knew yoongi could cook

Jimin making a joke out of being so loud cheering on yoongis basketball game, as though pretending his only intention was embarrassment which such a lie lmaoo

Yoongi insisting he would have gotten jimins trivia answers right (i think this is also the interview where jimin says he wants to fight yoongi and “one day ill beat you.” we love duality)

“‘Min yoongi is an idiot’ i already know jimin wrote this”

“He picked me because he hates me” “he picked you because he likes you and wants to hold your hand” i mean WE know that but damn you did not have to pull back the curtain like that jin lmaooo

In conclusion: tae being more touchy with yoongi than with the others and jimin being less touchy with yoongi than with the others is a dynamic that fuels me far more than the sleep i couldve gotten if i hadnt typed out this monstrosity instead

#yoonmin #taegi #min yoongi #park jimin #kim taehyung #bts #i legit think i might just turn this into a bts essay/thinkpiece blog #i have. SO MANY things to say #1. each of their love languages #2. could write 1000 words on every duo #3. why jin is the most selfless person ive ever seen #4. why jimin is the most compassionate person ive ever seen #5. why (completely speculatively) i think jungkook has adhd #about 800 different pieces about individual songs/songwriting practices/bts’ general musical geniusness #words were different when they lived inside queue #my problem is im incapable of being precise when i actually care abt the thing so itll turn into a rambly mess #then again do i care? no #mp

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Singles Will Be Paired (VIII)

Part 8 : How Would You Feel?

I'm afraid it's time to bid farewell to this fluffy piece… this is the last part.

I'm sad it's over, but everything has to come to an end. I hope you all like this part.

Still absolutely adorable… Fluffy till the end ;)

Gif not mine

Word Count: 3689

The Musée d'Orsay was surreal. The main hall and its ceiling of steel beams and glass and its oversized clock felt like taking a jump through time of more than a century. All morning long, you had walked across so many worlds, passing through halls filled with canvas and sculptures, from Picasso to Gauguin, Degas and Van Gogh… the most brilliant artists that had shaped art since the 1850s were gathered there.

And if you had adored most of the pieces you had seen, you had to admit that the collection of Monet was taking your breath away.

And for this artist you had expected to adore most of all his famous Bassin des nymphéas, but now that you were seeing all these paintings with your own eyes, and not through a set of screens, you were particularly moved by the sight of the English parliament appearing through the fog of the morning. Londres, Le Parlement: trouée de soleil dans le brouillard, had such a strange atmosphere of its own. Such a contrast between the bluish fog and the bright orange shades of the sun that seemed to be piercing through the very canvas.

You had walked back before this precise painting, and Ben had followed your footsteps in silence. The previous day had ended the way it had begun: magically. Your world and his were suddenly filled with romantic places, and tender kisses, and stolen pecks on the cheek, and hands holding your own, and a reassuring voice talking you through the darkest part of the night… and none of you had a clue about how to handle it all.

You hadn't imagined finding Ben when you had climbed on that plane back in London. And he had expected everything but you when he had accepted to travel without his brother. Somehow, you had found each other anyway, and now… now your life was in a happy and scary mess.

"Is that your favourite?" Ben asked, reading your thoughts.

"I think it is," you nodded, keeping your voice low in the quiet museum.

"Good choice."

"What's yours?"

He was about to answer when his phone vibrated in the pocket of his dark trousers and he picked it out to read the text he had received.

You seized the occasion to shamelessly stare at him. His dark hair slightly messy that called for your fingers, his short beard, the way his cream suit jacket and white shirt fitted his body so well…

You were so addicted to him, it was completely mental…

It was more than a crush, it was more than a spark, it was a whole bonfire burning through every one of your cells. It was a firework exploding through your veins. It was a tidal wave sweeping you off of your feet and there was nothing you could hold onto. All you could do was drown. All you could do was burn. And you did want to swim back to the surface and you did want to extinguish these flames, but you couldn't. In your heart, the feeling was growing more and more, and you knew very well that soon you couldn't keep on denying it.

But the dream of Paris was about to end. And what would happen once you woke up and found that reality was still there? Once the bubble would have exploded, where could you hide?

"Everything's alright?" you asked Ben, your voice shaking a little as you cleared your mind of all thoughts and focused on the present again.

"Yeah, just… an alert for my flight. It should be around fifteen minutes late."

"Not that surprising for flights…"

"No, you're right."

You exchanged a smile, but both yours and Ben's gestured were tainted with sadness.

"It feels strange… to think that the next time we see each other, it'll be in London," Ben thought out loud.

"It does feel strange. But I… it's not going to change anything, is it? I mean… Paris has its magic but… you have your fair share of it too."

You noticed that his eyes were shining a little, and he seemed more touched than you thought he would. Perhaps it was also because he was sad to leave.

"Were you trying to flirt? Cause that was a terrible attempt," he joked, and you both let out a chuckle while your eyes found themselves wet with tears as well.

"You're having a bad influence on me," you replied.

"Undoubtedly."

He reached for your hand, his dark eyes falling to watch your fingers intertwining with his, and you imitated him.

"Paris is just a place. We're more than that."

"How so?"

He looked up to catch your eyes with his deep brown ones again.

"We're flesh and blood. Paris… it's just an atmosphere. It's just a taste that lingers on the tongue. It's just a puff of smoke with a sweet scent. But all tastes end up fading out. And the wind always blows away the smoke. Paris is just a moment for us. But you're real. And I'm real. We're not just a moment that passes in the blink of an eye or a sigh. We're people, and if we want to give it a fair try, then nothing can stop us. And Paris will fall in the past, but we won't. If you want to try… because I do."

You nodded, not trusting your voice as your throat tightened, and he gave you a warm smile.

"I know it all sounds mad. We've known each other for just a few days. But… I know that what's going on between us is special," Ben went on, tightening his hold on your hand a little. "And I want to try it all… I don't know where this will take us, but whatever our destination may be, I'm willing to take that path with you. What do you think?"

"I'd like to try that too," you nodded, tears in your eyes now more than ever, and you knew that if you blinked, the tears would fall.

Before you could speak again, Ben's hands had flown up to hold your face, and he was pressing a passionate kiss to your lips.

And despite the amazing place where you were, and the perfect paintings that surrounded you, as long as he kept on kissing you, you couldn't remember where you were or acknowledge the existence of anything around you. It was just Ben and you, and even Monet couldn't compare to Ben's lips.

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Almost two weeks passed before you could see each other again. You stayed in Paris for two more days, and once you were back in London, you found both your schedules too crowded.

Next to him, Jack was playfully mocking his brother.

"She has you wrapped around her finger already!" he teased.

Ben rolled his eyes.

"Will you just shut up?"

"Honestly, I didn’t know you were so romantic…"

"I’m not."

"Bullshit. Your first date was on the Eiffel Tower, you kissed for the first time on a boat on the Seine… if it’s not romantic, I don’t know what could possibly be."

Ben remained silent for a moment, and Jack recognized the frown of worry that crossed his brow.

"What is it now?" he asked his sibling with curiosity.

"What if it changes everything?"

"I don’t follow…"

But Ben shook his head, and mentally slapped himself. He couldn’t think like that, asking himself a thousand 'what if'. You wanted to see him again, and he missed you, god, he missed you so much sometimes it was hard for him to breathe.

"I should go, I can’t be late," Ben stood up in a hurry.

He put on his cream jacket, checked hid black tie and readjusted his shirt before putting on his warm coat and scarf.

"How do I look?" He asked his brother, who merely reached across the living room table to pick up a chestnut in a bowl filled with wintery fruits.

Through his parents’ house, he heard his mother and father ruffling in his kitchen as they prepared dinner.

"You look terrible," Jack answered with a smirk.

"Coming for you, it’s a compliment."

Ben went to the kitchen to say goodbye to his parents, but as expected, found himself trapped…

"You look good. What’s her name again?" His mother asked with curiosity.

"Y/N."

"After just two weeks, you look pretty close to her already."

"Mum… don’t start."

"I’m just saying that you should be careful and ask yourself how you want this relationship to evolve and… take some time to think."

"Mum, I know what I’m doing. I’ve got to go or I’ll be late."

He dropped a kiss on his mother’s cheek, and stormed out of the room before she could speak again.

It was rare for him to lie to his mother, and yet, this time, he had lied.

He had no clue of what he was doing. But he didn’t really care. He was about to see you again, and for now, it was all that mattered.

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The Thames had replaced the Seine, but you could barely spot the difference. The scenery was different but the way you felt with Ben was exactly the same.

Safe, peaceful, overexcited, happy…

A strange mix of the best feelings a human could feel, and the more you spent time with him, the stronger these feelings became.

And by your side, Ben felt just the same.

You were walking under the snow, oblivious of the cold. The weather had chased away most of the crowd that usually walked on the sides of the Thame, and you were happy about it. In the distance, the lights of the Parliament ignited the dark waters of the river. Waterloo Bridge seemed like a ghostly figure hovering above the Thames, visible only through the little sparks imprisoned in the lampposts. Ben's laugh shattered the silence in happy broken pieces that flew away with the wind.

You rested your head against his shoulder as you walked together hand in hand. Behind you, your footsteps remained carved in the white snow, tracing your path.

And life felt perfect…

You laughed at Ben’s silly remark and finally realized that the two of you were completely alone in the street darkened by the inky night and the hidden stars.

Ben seemed to realize the emptiness of the bank as well, and he suddenly stopped walking.

He wrapped both his arms around you, pulling you against him, and he pressed a soft kiss on your temple, making you giggle.

"Can I confess something?" you asked in a voice barely louder than a whisper.

Ben nodded, humming instead of speaking as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, and closed his eyes.

"I was a bit afraid of what would happen once we would be back in London. I mean… now that we have both found our routine and our normal life again… I was afraid the magic would just…disappear. And we wouldn't feel the same anymore."

Ben tightened his hold on you and dropped a couple of kisses down your neck that took your breath away. And for a moment, you thought he was either ignoring your remark or had not paid attention at all to what you were saying. But after a moment, he stopped kissing you – most to your disappointment – and looked at you again.

"Have I turned into a toad?" he asked with humour, making you laugh.

"No, you haven't."

He ran a hand through your hair, tenderly smiling at the sight of the tiny snowflakes stuck in the strands.

"If I were to be honest, I just… like you even more in London than in Paris," he admitted.

You grinned up at him.

"I feel the same," you shyly answered.

"I… I wish that I could take things slow with you and just… take it all slowly and use my brain but I just… miserably fail every time I try. I don't mean to scare you by saying that…"

But you reassuringly shook your head.

"I feel… just as lost and out of control as you. It's something special that is happening between us, isn't it? I keep on trying to slow down but it's like… my heart and my head are arguing and can't seem to agree."

You exchanged a shy and yet tender smile, and you both couldn't refrain your urge to kiss each other all of a sudden. You stayed like this, standing in the street, under the falling snow, kissing, for a rather long time. After a while, Ben peppered kisses on your cheeks and neck, and you were certain that you would faint. You didn't part before another passionate kiss…

An idea seemed to pop up in his mind, and like he had done in Versailles, he took his phone and handed you an earphone.

"Would you grant me this dance?" he asked with a smirk.

You laughed, looking around you, but no one was around.

"Relax. I wouldn't have made this proposition if anyone was there," Ben laughed. "I'm not good enough at dancing for that."

"You did just fine that night…"

The two of you exchange an intense gaze, a pair of idiotic smiles on your faces as the memory of your first kiss flashed before your eyes again.

"What music are we listening to then?"

Ben shrugged, and merely chose to listen to the radio.

"Whatever pops up!" he replied with a merry tone.

"What if we get some heavy rock song?"

"Then we'll… improvise."

"Improvise?"

"I'm ready to get utterly ridiculous for you."

"I couldn't possibly let you be the only ridiculous person around. You did get ridiculous with me with this sweater."

You both laughed, and Ben finally turned the volume on. And after just a few seconds, Ed Sheeran's voice seemed to fill the air around you.

Ben's hand slipped across your back and pulled you closer to him, while his other hand captured your fingers.

"We shouldn't get too ridiculous on that one," you breathed, your heart pounding in your chest because of how close you and Ben were.

He let out a chuckle, and you leaned up to kiss his jaw.

He started to softly make you sway, the slow tune guiding your steps.

The whole world faded away. You were vaguely aware of the snowflakes falling on your cheeks but that was all. All you could focus on was Ben's warm breath brushing your ear, the soft song in your ear, his fingers wrapped around yours, his hand on the small of your back… The whole world was just the two of you.

Ben started to softly hum along, and you soon joined him.

"Do you need me to translate again, or…?" he teased, making you laugh.

"I think I understand English pretty well," you replied, and you both chuckled.

Humming, you kept on dancing under the snow. His brown eyes, fully black under the dim light of the lampposts, captured yours and you fell in their trap.

He started to sing along the lyrics in a low, deep, warm voice that shook you to your bones. And the more he sang along, the more an earnest glint started to alit in his eyes. And the more he sang, the more you felt like he was meaning the words he spoke. His voice became even lower, and he slowly stopped singing the lyrics, until he was speaking the first lines of the chorus out loud instead.

And you were certain that, if he used the words of a song, he was asking the question to you.

How would you feel if I told you I loved you?

He felt silent and you both went still. Time seemed to have stopped, even if the song kept on playing and the snow kept on falling.

Ben tried to speak. He tried to explain. He tried to deny it all. He tried to laugh it away. But the truth was, he did mean it.

His mother's words came back to ring in his ears, but for once, he couldn't follow his mother's advice. He had no control over how he felt. All he could do was acknowledge this crazy feeling that had overtaken his entire being. He had never felt that way before. Such an overwhelmingly powerful and uncontrollable feeling...

He took a deep shaky breath, trying to speak, but his throat had tightened. He didn't mean to scare you away.

He tried to speak, but couldn't gather enough strength to do it. He was lost in your eyes and didn't seem able to do anything but stare at you.

Then, the same lyrics came back again, and he leaned on these words to speak once more. He meant it again. But you could see that he was too shaken to use words, and was using the lyrics to overcome his emotions.

He spoke in sync with the music, but his voice was not singing again.

And instead of denying it all, of finding an excuse, of backing away, he was begging you.

Tell me that you love me too.

Your sight went blurry as tears formed in your eyes, and a bright grin formed on your lips as you confessed in a trembling voice the secret your heart was trying to hide.

"I love you."

You both grinned, and before you could speak again, Ben was pressing his lips against yours. He resumed his swaying movement as the song went on, resting his brow against yours.

And as you danced together, oblivious of the rest of the world, you realized that Paris had nothing to do with this adventure Ben and you were starting together. The French city wasn’t magical at all, you both held the magic in your own hands…

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Epilogue : 2 years later

Notre-Dame was standing proudly behind you, its sculpted towers thrown towards the sky as if it tried to pierce the heavens. The sun had already disappeared beyond the old buildings that surrounded you and the streets were alit with Christmas lights and the yellowish lampposts.

Ben's arm was wrapped around your shoulders and your fingers intertwined together. You had walked on this bank of the Seine before, and it felt strange to be back. Like walking again on your own footsteps. But it was a great way to celebrate your two years anniversary.

Ben was guiding you down the bank, until you reached a little houseboat that you recognized in the blink of an eye.

"Oh, Ben…"

He gave you a bright smirk.

"We couldn’t come back to Paris without seeing the place where we kissed for the first time," he gave you a wink and a proud smile.

"You're such a romantic dork, you know that?"

"That's why you love me so much."

"It is," you admitted, dropping a peck on his cheek.

He excitedly guided you inside to have dinner, and you couldn't fail to notice that he felt a little giddy, almost nervous. But when you asked him about it, he merely ignored your question and moved the conversation towards another topic.

As you reached the dessert, Ben proposed to take a look outside, and you enthusiastically accepted.

It was strange to stand on this same spot where you had exchanged your first kiss. On that boat, with the Seine flowing around you, the Eiffel Tower glimmering in the distance and Notre-Dame's silhouette coming out of the shadows… it felt so magical, just like the first time.

Behind you, Ben was fidgeting with something in his pocket. A small velvet box he had carried all the way from London to Paris for this moment. He had been planning it all for weeks.

Inside the restaurant, he had asked for the song Parlez-moi d'amour to be played, and it hadn't been difficult to convince the manager. As soon as Ben had given him the reason, he had accepted.

You grinned at the sound of the song playing and you turned to Ben again.

"You arranged that too, didn't you? You really are the best, you know that?" you asked him with tears in your eyes.

He smiled, but didn't answer. Instead, he knelt before you, and you frowned hard.

"Ben? What are you doing?"

But then he took out this box he had been hiding for months now. And when he opened it, and the light of the Christmas decorations set all around the boat got caught in the glimmering diamond, you could only gasp and cover your mouth with your trembling hands.

He cleared his throat with tears shining in his eyes and when he spoke, his voice was a little hoarse.

"Y/N… We've been through two crazy years together. And I still can't believe that you managed to make me fall in love with you in one week, but I'm so happy you did. Because I just keep on falling more in love with you every day that passes, and I want to keep on loving you more and more for the rest of my life."

You were sobbing at this point, and it was harder and harder for Ben to speak.

"You make me so happy and I just want to have a chance to make you just as happy as I am. I love you so much. And as long as I can love you, I'll be the luckiest man in the world. So… Y/N, would you let me love you for the rest of our lives?"

You frantically nodded.

"Yes! Yes! Of course, yes!"

Ben caught you in his arms before you would crumble under so many emotions, and by then, you were both grinning and crying at the same time.

"I love you so much, Ben," you breathed in his ear, and he tightened his hold on you.

"I love you too. I'm so happy you said yes…"

"Of course, I said yes, you silly!"

"I knew you couldn't resist the scenery."

You laughed at him, shaking your head.

"Oh, Ben… you know perfectly that every place on Earth is magical as long as I'm with you."

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