#makes them SNAP straight. '' what? NO.'' '' when have we ever fought i love him''

[bruciemilf]

There's something deeply touching about Jason knowing he'll never be the kid Bruce saved again, but still maintaining some quirks, mannerisms, habits, pieces of young Jason Todd. They're small but cut deep.

Jason, when he allows himself to stay at the manor as a tiny indulgence, still acts like there's a barrier of lasers protecting Alfred's cookie jar, just so he and Dick would have an excuse to compare leaps.

He's still waiting for the lights to fall asleep so he could visit the library and get angry at Tim, or Bruce, or both, twins in audacity, for dig earing the pages they knew he'd read.

Of course Bruce finds him because he always looks for him, ridiculously fluffy pink robe that Selina bought him sagging on him.

He ignores the ball of sadness exploding in his stomach as he realizes Bruce is the one looking up at him now. It feels like a robbery, premeditated and calculated, " Jaylad, you have to nap."

" Bruce, I am a grown ass man, you cannot fucking tell me to NAP--"

There's an unspoken type of authority that surrounds gentle parents. Is Bruce a gentle parent? Well. He doesn’t need to hit Jason to get what he wants, that's for sure, " Excuse me?"

"...Just one more page?"

Bruce is also very weak for them, thought. "..Fine. don't tell Alfred."

When Dick proudly shows off his patrol record for the week, all preppy and shiny besides Bruce at the kitchen table, Jason hears it all the way from the couch.

Damian is a very sore loser when it comes to Mario Kart, he learned, " Todd! TODD! Come back here and taste DEFEAT! FIGHT ME LIKE A WOMAN, COWARD!"

" So yeah, 40 arrests are pretty good, I'd say,--"

" 40? That's adorable, I got 70. On a broken leg."

Bruce, suddenly spooked, turns to him, " You had your leg broken on patrol?!"

" A broken leg? Awwww. Killer Crock almost bit my face off, but hey. Nice of you to try."

"Waylon bit you?!"

" At least I'm not a COP!"

" YOU'RE STILL A COP?!"

" I'm working on it, okay?!"

But the biggest thing? Jason's so unflinchingly clingy on Bruce; When they first meet this 'Justice League' Batman joined, Jason requested to be there. A robin caricature, but he doesn't trust any of them.

Aside from Diana. Diana's always the exceptions.

" This is Superman, " Bruce may think that little blush goes unnoticed, but it certainly doesn't. " And this is my ba-- This is Red Hood. I trust him with my life."

Don't cry don't cry don't cry Jason chants in his head.

Superman extends his hand and a honey sunshine smile, " Red Hood?! Oh, I've heard so much about you. We have to work together sometime. Share stories about this one here."

He heard about the guy's X Ray vision. He hopes that if he does take a peek, he sees the sinister pull of grin on his lips, all teeth and no niceness, " I'm more of a hugger."

" Oh. Uh... Sure. I love hugs."

Jason makes sure to whisper, " He doesn't kill but I do," before pulling away. Then he turns to Bruce, going from standing at his full height to relaxing a little bit,

" I want bat burgers on the way."

Bruce hums and signals for him to lean down to get his head petted. Jason does. Even if he's embarassed.

[lucigoo]

You know I can't wait for the FTH fic! 😍 I know you're going to do an amazing job, but I will have to say I'm super curious about "Still married you stupid dwarf" 😂

Because you gave me such a wonderful snippet that I squeled, you get 2! From you FTH fic:

Bilbo looked at the dwarves aroud him ad couldn't believe how dense they could be. Almost as dense as the rocks they cleaved through. They had all heard the story of how Oin had dropped Gimli on the head at birth, Gloin never let anyone, especially Oin forget it, but Bilob decided to ask Thorin if it was a right of passage for dwarven babies or something because surely an entire race couldn't be this blind?

Still married is my self idulgent "big" wip ive been working on for nearly a year. Bilbo ad Frodo live just outside of Dale and Thorin (eho is married to Bilbo) is about tog et married to a dwarven Princess ... (I apologise for the length, but you ever have a fic that is THE fic for you? This is mine!) Snippet:

“Obviously to sink his claws into my brother again. He must have heard he was getting married and wants to stop it, the gold digging harpy” Dis said in outrage.  “Amad, enough!” Fili snapped. “Bilbo loves Thorin, Amad. I saw the bead that I watched Thorin create come out of his hair and straight into Dori’s pocket. It was hidden so no one saw it but it was there, braided in the back of his hair. After 8 years and everything that happened between them, he still obviously loves Thorin. He fought to keep that bead even when conci]ussed, confused and bleeding. Whether that's a  good or bad thing remains to be seen, but it is the truth.” “Besides, Amad, Bilbo is the furthest thing from gold hungry then any creature in Arda could be. He saved us, not only with the Arkenstone and warning us at Ravenhill. I saw him Amad, he stood in front of Fili’s broken body and took down orc after orc. He pulled me behind the rocks and splinted my leg, keeping me hidden as well. And we all saw him literally holding Thorin together until help came. We were told he ran around all 3 camps helping anywhere he could until he knew we would survive. It was then he left. Bilbo never stopped loving us, I just want to know what took him so long to come home. I’ve missed him,’ Kili said, tears in his eyes. 

“You all barely knew him, a year at most. How did this hobbit snake his way into all your hearts?” She asked, confused. Dwarfs were hard to open up, and her dwarfs even more than most and this just didnt make sense to Dis.  “He loved us, each and everyone of us. For who we are, for what we love. He’s as much my family as wee Gimli '' Gloin declared. The harsh truth had Dis reevaluating everything she thought she knew about the hobbit. The one who had broken her brother's heart.  “He left, all of you, including Thorin,” she declared angrily, still trying to grasp and understand why the odd creature had popped up into her family’s lives. ”Yeah well, if my husband had dangled me over the battlements for trying to save my life, I’d leave him too” Bofur declared hotly., before suddenly covering his mouth. 

[yourworsttotebag]

I gotta go for Hunger! It’s such a good dynamic.

“Okay, just think,” Evie fought to keep her voice steady. “You’re good at that, right Gale? You’re the brains of the group.”

“What does that make you?” he ground out through gritted teeth.

“The beautiful one,” Evie said earnestly. “So put all that studying to use. Help us survive until we get rescued.”

“Uh,” Gale seemed to be struggling for full breaths. “I don’t know. I never found any spell that would sate the orb. I'm a bit worried about how it would react to my spell casting right now actually.”

Evie snapped her fingers. “Alright, I’m a sorcerer which means I’m imbued with magic. Maybe that’s something. Could feed you some delicious hair and fingernails.”

Gale managed a small smile through the pain. “I know you’d enjoy spitting on me but I don’t think I’d want someone spitting directly into my mouth before I die. Insult to injury and all that.”

Good, he could still joke a bit. Maybe they had time.

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Thank you so, so much!! I love talking about everything from this series and my problem child Evie.

This is a pretty important part because before this moment Evie and Gale bicker to the point that they have a real beef with each other. Evie is pretty abrasive and tactless so she doesn't really get along with anyone at first but she and Gale are kind of dismissive of how the other performs magic which upsets them both more than a few misplaced words would.

So I wanted my transition from that dynamic to "we have to sloppy make out to save ourselves" to make sense.

I think in her own weird way Evie is trying to be friendly at first when she suggests consuming some part of her to save themselves. She's trying to be silly and gross to distract Gale from his pain. She's like poking her fingers into his ribs with a smile and saying, "Hey don't blow up or you're gonna have to eat my hair."

And Gale is also quick and funny so he runs with it but I think his response is not quite the same. Evie makes a joke and he brings it back around to their arguments. He says he knows Evie would enjoy spitting on him presumably because she dislikes him that much. He's sort of assuming her intentions are a little bit worse than they really are and I think if Evie was allowed any time to think about that she would be kind of hurt. But she doesn't have time so she keeps the thread running until she's accidentally steered herself straight into a "make out" brick wall.

ALSO - Evie originally said that her role in the group was "the hot one." I don't worry too much about my dialogue being pitch perfect but it just stood out too much to me. I couldn't remember if "hot" had ever been used as a physical descriptor in the game and it was sliiiiightly too jokey, even for me. Though I do love the idea of Evie playing this with full sincerity. Evie would absolutely sit there while sobbing and say, "It's not a joke, I'm a legit snack."

[justwriteryan]

THE PRICE

Exterior shot. A grey desert landscape beneath a twilight sky. One solitary column of rock as tall as a skyscraper towers over the dunes. VORMIR. An alien world and hiding place of one of the most powerful artefacts in the universe. A beam of light shoots down from the heavens, illuminating the gloomy wastes in a dazzling array of colour.

Two figures step out from the light and onto the sand. A man and a woman. ODIN, King of Asgard and Lord of the Nine Realms. His daughter, HELA warrior princess and heiress to the throne. Both are clad in suits of armour; Odin in glittering gold, Hela in deep green. In one hand Odin carries his great spear, Gungnir. Hanging by Hela’s hip is her hammer, Mjolnir.

ODIN: The Bifrost can only take us this far. Come.

The two Asgardians march in the direction of the column. By the time they reach its summit, they are excitedly sharing battle stories.

HELA…and then you and your Valkyrie gave chase as they tried to retreat while I secured the castle! Another battle won and another realm claimed for the glory of Asgard!

ODIN: One more, yes. But more await. When we have what we came for, there shall be many more indeed.

An ethereal voice echoes through the air.

VOICE: If you are fit to pass the test.

A spectral figure materializes before them out of smoke and shadow. It looks almost human, but the face is unrecognizable.

SPECTRE: Welcome, Odin son of Bor. Hela, daughter of Odin…

Hela cuts them off.

HELA: On your rotten knees, festering draugr! You are in the presence of King Odin the Mighty, ruler of Asgard and Lady Hela, Goddess of Death!

SPECTRE: You are not the first king to pass this way, Odin Borson. Nor does the Asgardian Goddess of Death hold any power over my spirit. I am the guardian of the Soul Stone.

ODIN: Not for long.

Odin strides forward, stepping through the spectre who dissipates and re-forms like a wisp of smoke Hela follows behind him.

ODIN: The Tesseract and the Aether belong to me. I have no fear of Infinity Stones. They are merely tools by which I shall expand my empire across the starways and into eternity. And today you, guardian, shall serve me in that.

The spectre offers a slight bow.

SPECTRE: I shall not hinder you. But the Soul Stone is not freely given. There is a test. There is a price.

ODIN: I’ve sacked and plundered nine realms. Name your price.

SPECTRE: You don’t understand.

Hela’s patience snaps at this.

HELA: Enough of this! No more riddles! Tell us where the Stone is or we will reduce this dreary rock to atoms!

The spectre points to the cliff.

SPECTRE: It lies beyond.

The Asgardians walk across the plateau to the edge of the cliff. They peer down the drop below.

ODIN: Down there?

SPECTRE: In a way. I cannot give you the Stone. It demands a sacrifice. A soul for a soul.

HELA: Odin’s soul is bound for Valhalla, wraith.

SPECTRE: Not his soul, goddess. But the soul of one he loves.

Hela freezes. Then she understands. She stiffens.

HELA: If that’s what it takes.

ODIN: No.

HELA: Father?

ODIN: We’re going home.

Hela is stunned. She doesn’t budge.

HELA: Father, I have fought by your side all my life. I’m prepared to give my life for this.

ODIN: Well I am not prepared to give your life, daughter!

HELA: You are so close now… a few feet away from claiming one of the most powerful weapons in the known universe. To bring glory everlasting to our House and make Asgard a true Realm Eternal, feared and respected throughout existence. All you’ve ever wanted. All that we have fought for. And you won’t do it. Because you’re a coward.

Odin says nothing. Hela screams in frustration. She reaches for her hammer.

HELA: You are pathetic!

ODIN: We are going home, Hela.

Hela pulls out Mjolnir. It spits lightning and sparks across the ground.

HELA: I will claim the Stone myself!

ODIN: No!

Odin reaches out with his free hand. To Hela’s surprise, Mjolnir flies from her grip and straight to her father’s open grasp. Odin raises his spear.

ODIN: All you know is bloodshed and conquest. You have confused love for battle with real love. With family. I have failed you in this. You don’t understand my decision today. Perhaps one day you will. So I will give you time.

A portal open behind Hela. A swirling vortex of ethereal green light. It begins to draw Hela into it like a black hole.

HELA: Father!

ODIN: Forgive me.

HELA: NO!

Hela is lifted off her feet and dragged shrieking into the portal. It envelopes her completely. The portal implodes in a display of blinding light and crackling energy. The air on the summit begins to settle again. The light from the portal wanes. Hela’s cries linger on the wind for a few seconds. Odin falls to his knees, leaning heavily on his spear. The guardian of the Soul Stone is gone. Odin is visibly alone.

ODIN: You can come out now. You cannot hide from the All-Father.

A pair of glowing white eyes appear floating in the air above the edge of the cliff. A silhouette materializes around them. A robed figure, human-like save for their oversized bald head. It is Uatu, the Watcher.

ODIN: Speak, Watcher!

UATU: What you have done today has saved the universe, All-Father.

ODIN: What I did broke my heart, Uatu.

END.

[irrfahrer]

The flowers Ziv told Cayne to pick were small and of a light green colour. When he reached for them the small flower heads closed its petals and leaned away like small scared mice. “Vegetarian? -then pup, you are already the kriffing perfect botanic student. I bow before our perfection-”, playfully she dropped a dramatic little curtsey in all good humor before Cayne. Only to have her broken rip protest promptly, making her shot up straight suddenly and hissing like a snake: “ Kriff, I hate this -”, She grimaced, showing her razorsharp teeth until she had fought down the pain again, and pressed out from between clenched jaws: “You know,I can not even kriffing taste most of the stuff I am growing for people due to my biology, most fruits and vegetables taste like I am licking kriffing sand. Carnivorous tastebuds and all that kriffery, you know. It would make things a lot of kriffing easier for me if I could actually eat what I am already growing, especially when it comes to staying on a plant to terraform alone for months or years, but eh, things are as they kriffing are, so what-kriffing-ever.” She motioned the other to follow her along the narrow beaten paths, while the small flowers thin, little roots curled around Caynes fingers; gently holding to him.

“A song? See, kriffing perfect botanist, as I said it before. Plants kriffing love the vibration a voice leaves in the air, especially when ist melodic on certaine frequenzes. The tree that bears those silver fruits would not have fruits until I would not everyday sit at its foot and kriffing purr for half an hour while leaning against the treetrunk. I would kriffing laugh about it, if it wouldn't be so kriffing annoying. You got the potential, now we only need to fill that head of yours with the pretty little fitting botany facts-”

There was a noise above the glassdome that was the biodoms roof and Zivs head suddenly snapped up, pale ears jolted up like an alerted animal. For a second she looked up into the blue sunlight falling like water inside the dome, listening keenly, wondering if the pirates had returned. The young forest around her was quiet, holding its breath along with her. Then slowly, when nothing followedand quietness started to droop back into the dome and Ziv breathed out before she turned back to Cayne: “...I am just...probably just nervouse, no need to kriffing worry.”

In the shadow of a young tree with blue leafs that seemed to glow like sapphires in the azure sunlight was standing an old metalcontainer in which harvestmachines were transported. At the side was a electric pad in which the Tynnan swiftly entered a code so the door swung open with a creaking noise that hurted in the ears: “The cuddly flowers are good to be prepared as a healingsalve I already have some prepared, but I will show you how you can start your first batch yourself so you can do that on your own. Also this one is perfect as a ground-cover plant when you start to cultivate an area, its saving water in the soil and filtering poisons out of the ground to prepare the ground for bigger plants in some years. Also they only open their flowers when they do not catch any vibratons, so when you are bored you can sit between them and look how long you manage to sit without moving until they open their flowers. One of my teacher called that meditaive, I call it kriffing boring, but what-kriffing-ever.Yeh, I know years sound kriffing long but thats how terraforming and growing stuff works.”, years were probably for Ziv a lot of longer than for Cayne,not that the Tynnan knew that. Yet in the long days she spended alone on different plants with only the rustling of leafs in her ears and every other sentient life millions of miles away, those years felt especially long,especially lonely, especially silent: “Like This is only one of three biodomes I had set up at the same time on this planet and which between I am rotating regulary. When the atmosphere and growth becomes steady in them, I will widen the domes reach step by step by making them bigger and eventually close them together to one in which than settlers can live in.”

“Pass me the flowers, I will start to pluck off the petals and you get that white metal barrel from inside. Its closed, but you will still smell it before you see it. Also get me one of the pots with animalfat and one barrel with water for you to start with the flowers preperation. Then maybe you can tell me why you are so intrested in terraforming.” huffing quietly the Tynnan sat down on the red grass , grabbed inside her collar, pulled out a potato- peeler and without another word started to peel the silver skin of the fruit to collect the peel on her lap.

Caynes feet on the ground did not made any sound because he did not walked like someone with feet would walk, Ziv heard. Caynes scent and the pheromones were not read by Ziv on the others state of mind or physical health, because he did not used the pheromones that a body like his would usually emit, Ziv smelled.

Caynes movements did not left the vibrations in the Tynnans Vibrassea, as someone of their size would usually do, Ziv felt.

The Tynnan with the naturally horrible bad eyesight did not needed to see the others hand glitching into a tentacle and back to a humanoid illusion, to know that there was something very wrong about her visitor. She never trusted her eyes anyway. Also Ziv did not cared.

They were here to learn and Ziv was more than willing to help and support anyone who was willing to learn. Also Ziv liked to show her gardens.

Teaching and learning, especially about healingherbs and terraforming as topics to help people, was never bad, in fact, it was the most noble thing one could do as a teacher. So whatever or whoever her visitor was,was not important. Also Ziv loved teaching and Cayne was willing to be teached. 

Too overly dramatically to be serious in the slightest, Ziv placed a small paw on her chest and gasped theatralically from between sharp teeth: “That you say when honey is the best kriffing antiseptic you can find at any planet where there are some kind of bee-relative? The poor kriffing sugar, what a kriffing bad name you give it! How could you!” The Tynnan managed to keep up the dramatic facade for exactly one more second, before she wriggled her fluffy ears like a humanoid would wriggle their eyebrows, wildly enough to make her earpiercing plink. Carefully she turned around, holding the fruit in one of her small paws:

“I am joking, don´t worry.You are right, yeh, sugar is not exactly the best thing to put on a kriffing injury, but what we will use from this fruit is not the sweet fruitflesh, but the silver peel. What the tree does to keep insects away from the fruitflesh that is to support its seeds, are chemicals and enzyms that work poisonous for the insects on the trees homeplanet. But as it is often, its the amount of the Kriffey that makes the poison and in our case its poisonous enough to kill bacteria in an injury and keep it clean, but not poisonous enough to actually hurt me by entering my body through the open injury.I mean,I know I am a tiny kriffer and you are-” she looked up to Cayne, then down at them and tilted her head to the side with a smile that showed the sharp ends of her carnivorous teeth. The Tynnan did not said anything about the height of the others disguise, because in a dark part of her mind she knew it was a disguise like a small animal would instinctive know a coming but yet not seen stormwave would drown it and could never be survived or stopped by anything the small animal could ever do, but the humor was still in her voice: “...-Well. I and you are for sure bigger than the insects that bite on the trees homeplanet into the peel, so that poison is not enough to actually hurt us. The kriffing opposite, actually. Also, have you ever eaten the fruitflesh I mean, I have to look out for what I eat, so its kriffing sharp no for me because 90% of my diet is kriffing blood, bonemarrow and flesh, but when you are already here I could actually let the fruit be eaten and enjoyed instead of using the fruitflesh as compost.” Ziv turned around, cheeped quietly and held a free paw to her side where the sudden movement stabbed a flash of pain from a broken rip into her torso, before, taking deep breaths for a few seconds. she forced the pain down and continued on the narrow, beaten path. Although her voice sounded a little more flat than before and her movements were heavier: “Come along, pup. There is still another herb to get and then I show you how you can prepare those, yeh? Small steps and small beginnings and all that Kriffery. ”

[ @visceratorn​ ]

[dreamescapeswriting]

Stray Kids Reaction || Ditches You For His BFF [Part Two] [Request]

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PART ONE

a/n: I only did a part two for the ANGSTY ones so I hope thats okay! I struggle a lot with getting Yn to forgive so I hope I did this justice for all of you guys!

CHAN:

As soon as Chan left the apartment he'd headed straight to Areum, she was going to be the only one he could turn to right now. Chan knew for a fact that if he went to the dorms he would only be greeted by coldness from the rest of the boys. He didn't see what the big deal was.

You knew Areum and he had been friends for years and that there was nothing even remotely going to happen with them. Chan only had eyes for you. 

"Channie?" Areum's voice interrupted his thoughts as she sat down on the spare bedroom bed beside him, slowly reaching her hand out to touch his as he sniffled a little. Since walking out he'd instantly begun to think about everything he had said to you, he'd been so harsh and he had no idea why.

"What happened? Why are you crying?" Chan slowly lifted his eyes from the ground to look at Areum, she had a softened look on her face as she gave his hand a small squeeze. 

How could you have ever thought there was something between them? When he looked at Areum all he saw was a friend but with you, he saw his entire future. The woman he was going to spend the rest of his life with and eventually have kids...Or even dogs with.

"We had a huge fight and she kicked me out." He mumbled looking over at the window, he knew you just needed some space. Chan expected you to text him at some point and ask him to come back, not that he deserved it. 

"She kicked you out?" Areum's hand moved up to his shoulder, running in small circles making Chan frown. The whole atmosphere in the room seemed to change as Areum learnt you'd fought so Chan pressed on it.

"Yeah...Told me not to bother coming back," Areum inched her body closer to him as she faked being upset for him. Her small fingers rubbed in circles against him as he stared at her in silence. 

Neither of them said anyway as Areum slowly began to lean up toward his face, her hand slowly moving to cup his face in her hand.

"You need to forget her Channie, she clearly doesn't respect you." She whispered as her thumb began to rub against his skin, Chan's stomach dropped as he realised what was happening. 

"Areum-"

"She doesn't deserve you, you'd be so much better with someone else...Someone like me." That was all it took for Chan to get up from the bed and move away from her, shaking his head as he thought back on what you had said to him before he left.

"Channie? Don't you like me?" He shook his head at her once again, he couldn't believe he had been so blind to it all. 

"Areum...No. I love yn-"

"But you've known me longer, you're my best friend!" She cried out loudly as if she was offended at the thought of him loving someone other than her. 

"She was right...You do have a thing for me?" This time Areum was silent but Chan walked away from her and headed out of her place. He needed to find you and pray that you were going to forgive him for all of the things he had said.

Not that he ever deserved it, he had been the worst of the worst to you when you had only tried to explain your feelings. 

(X)

"Yn..." Chan spoke out as he walked into the shared apartment. He was carrying flowers in his hand as he began to walk through the living room door, you were standing there staring at him. He'd called you before coming around, wanting to speak to you and right now it was taking everything inside of you not to break down in tears. 

"What?!" You snapped a little harshly, disregarding the flowers in his hand and the apologetic look he had plastered across his handsome face. 

"You were right...She-She likes me as more than a friend and I was wrong for what I said to you," Chan walked further into the living room, putting the flowers down on the coffee table and staring at you. It was now that he noticed you had been crying, you had bloodshot eyes and tear stains running down your cheeks. 

"She tried something?" Your voice cracked at the mere thought of her trying to kiss him. Although Chan had been mean to you he was still the man that you loved more than anyone else in the world. 

"I moved before she could...Yn...I never should have said what I said-"

"But you did." You cut him off, thinking back to the words that were now drilled into your mind. Clingy obsessive girlfriend. 

It hurt more than they were said on your anniversary date, you knew he was angry but why did he have to take his words out on you. 

"I know you won't forgive me but I wanted a chance to say I was sorry. There is no excuse for what I said or even how I acted...I was a shitty person." You hummed a little as you stared at him you debated kicking him out again but you knew it would hurt more. You needed Chan in your life you were head over heels in love with him. 

"It'll...It'll take time before I can accept you didn't mean it." Chan's heart leapt into action as you looked at him, your facial expression softening as you locked eyes with one another. 

"Until then you can stay in the spare room...Just-" You sighed as you thought over everything, 

"Just give me some space and time until I can try and forgive you?" He nodded at you, Chan was willing to do anything you wanted if it meant keeping you in his life. 

(x)

Months had passed since the incident and you had slowly begun to forgive Chan for what happened that day. Things were perfect between the two of you but you knew that nobodies' relationship ever was. The two of you began attending couples therapy together to work through everything that had happened and it was working. 

"I'll be home late, shall I bring take out?" Chan asked as he glanced down at his phone screen. The two of you would call one another, communicating was key in your theapy. 

"Sure, how late? Maybe I can go and watch a movie while you're out." You suggested as he glanced down at the time and then to his work, explaining it would only be an hour late. 

"I love you,"

"I love you too Channie. See you soon," You breathed out as you hung up the phone, smiling a little as you snuggled down on the sofa waiting for your boyfriend to come home.

JISUNG:

Months had flown by after Jisung had walked out on you, it had been hard getting to grips with your new life without him. The first few months you'd spent curled up in a ball of self-pity, hating yourself for not being good enough for him but as more time passed you realised something. It wasn't you that was the problem it had been him. 

The whole time you had been together he had clearly had romantic feelings toward another person and instead of being an adult and talking about it, he walked away. With nothing but a note to tell you that he was leaving you. 

As far as you were concerned Jisung was a coward and the biggest one at that. 

Throughout everything, you and Felix had remained as close friends but it was hard for you to see him since most of his time was dedicated to the band. The two of you made Sunday's your day for one another. He would come into the diner where you worked so that the two of you could catch up and speak with one another. 

"Table 4," Your boss called out as you frowned. It was your usual Sunday and Felix normally picked table 19 since it was the closest to the till and he could speak to you if the day was busy.

"Hi I'm your server Yn, may I take your order?" Your voice was cheery as you spoke out toward the booth not noticing who it was inside. Or rather how many people had been sitting there and waiting for you to come over. 

"Yn. They followed me," Your eyes glanced up to Felix who was pushed into the corner by Minho and Chan, both of them staring at you a little shocked. The pen you were holding almost dropped from your hand as your eyes glanced over all of their faces. 

"Felix was acting weird. We decided to see what his deal was." Chan explained as he looked at you sadly. All of them knew what had happened, Felix had never been the same with Jisung since that night and it was obvious.

Even STAY had begun to notice that there was tension between the two band members. 

"He's a friend...He came to see me since we're both busy." Your eyes hadn't even glanced in the corner across from Felix where Jisung happened to be sitting, staring at you the entire time. 

It was as if he felt no guilt for what he had done and put you through. That or he truly never cared for you in the first place. 

"We need to get this tension out of the way, can you talk to them?" Changbin questioned as they all stared at you, Jisung folded his arms over his chest as you finally turned to look at him. 

"Felix is free to make his own decisions. The fact is that Jisung hurt me and Felix knows that...I can't control how Felix acts." You mumbled, annoyed that they were choosing here and now to do this while your boss watched from the distance. 

"But you can stop it, you can tell them both to stop acting like children." You couldn't believe what Chan had just said.

"Did you know Jisung was going to do that to me? Did you know that he left with nothing but a note?" You scoffed at the memory of it, you'd read and re-read the note so many times that it was burnt into your memory. 

"I didn't know how to tell you, I knew you would be busy today and so I figured it would be a clean way to do this. No fights. No yelling. Thank you for everything." You resited staring directly into Jisung's eyes as he swallowed the lump in the back of his throat. 

"So. You decide to make them get along, it isn't my job." You snapped harshly at Chan, dropping menus onto the table before leaving them there. 

(X)

"Yn." Your whole body tensed as you heard Jisung speaking from behind you, you slowly turned around with a smile on your face. 

"What can I get for you, sir? More menus?" You'd served them food since none of them had decided to leave the seats. It was a dead Sunday which meant you were forced to deal with them there.

"I wanted to talk...Alone." You glanced at Felix who was still being kept behind by the boys and you sighed walking with Jisung to stand by the fire exit. 

"What I did was wrong and I know that now-"

"Now? You didn't know it back then when you dumped me through a note?!" You snapped not realising how much hate you still had left bottled up inside of you. 

"I thought I was doing what was best, I thought a clean break would be easier for you to deal with." You stared at him, trying to figure out if he truly meant what he was saying to you and he did. Jisung was many things but being a good liar wasn't one of them, you could tell whenever he lied to you. 

"What you did was childish and immature,"

"I know...I'm sorry. I know that they're just words to you right now but I am truly sorry. I never should have done any of that, I should have gone to you like an adult." This sounded like Felix speaking. When you had first broken up Felix had been the one raging at you about what Jisung had done so you assumed he had given the same speech to his band member.

"I can't forgive you,"

"I'm not asking for forgiveness. I don't deserve it...I just wanted to explain how sorry I am." You nodded a little glancing at Felix who was already staring at you so you smiled a little, letting him know you were okay.

After that day Felix had slowly begun to try and be civil with Jisung, doing his best not just for the band's sake but for the fans. Though he would never truly forgive Jisung for what he put his best friend through he was willing to try.

SEUNGMIN:

Years went by since the incident at your wedding and nobody seemed to mention it anymore, not to your face at least. It had all been a thing of the past and eventually, the paparazzi began to leave you alone and in peace. Now you had your own life and you were no longer that girl that Kim Seungmin left at the church.

"Yn?!" You tensed up as someone screamed your name, you were standing in the middle of a shopping aisle trying to decide what you were going to cook for the night. 

"Yn?! Is that really you?!" Dread ran through you as you turned to see Areum standing there with a giant smile on her face, giggling as she noticed that it was really you.

"Areum," You smiled a little, you were in public and the last thing you wanted to do was make a scene in front of everyone. You knew she was more than likely being followed by paparazzi or even fans so you did your best to be the bigger person here. It had been so long that you no longer held a grudge over what had happened, you were over it.

"Are you here alone?" The way she put the emphasis on the word alone made your skin crawl, you went to speak when you felt a hand on your lower back. It was no secret that she found it funny what she and Seungmin had done to you that day. Now she was here to no-doubt rub it in some more than she had married the person you were supposed to all of those years ago.

"Baby? Who's this?" Your eyes glanced up and you smiled at your husband who was already staring at Areum. Her face sank as she saw the man that you were standing with, he was incredibly handsome and well built not to mention dressed in a suit. 

"This is Areum," The name instantly rang bells in his head as he chuckled softly nodding his head at you. 

"Well, we have a long night. We should hurry home."

"You're together?" Areum questioned loudly as you held up your hand with your rings on them, smiling at her. 

"Married for three years tomorrow." You knew you didn't owe her any explanation but it was satisfying to see the smug smile wipe from her face.

"Are you and Seungmin still together?" You teased as you tried your best to hide the smirk on your lips. You knew full-well that the two of them weren't getting married nor were they engaged. Their relationship announcement hadn't been welcomed with open arms since what had happened in the church. 

"We're announcing it soon." She grumbled as you nodded, turning away with your husband to go and finish your food shopping together. 

(X)

While you were loading up the car you knew that Seungmin was watching you from his car, his eyes burning into the back of your skull. 

"You okay?" Your husband asked as he wrapped his arms around you, leaning down and kissing you as you smiled up at him. 

"I'm more than okay," You whispered kissing him back as you ignored the rest of the world. It didn't matter that Seungmin was there watching, he was nothing more than another person to you now. He held no significance in your life you were happy with who you were with now.

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[academicgangster]

what are your favorite canon ice/mav moments? :)

Ah, but there are a lot of those, anon! :D Mav and Ice are great at bringing the tension even with the quickest of exchanges, so practically every moment makes it onto the list.

(I'm about to get on a plane without my laptop, so I'll say right now that I'm probably going to remake this post with gifs in a few days. You can still reblog in the meanwhile!)

From Mav and Ice's very "that is a dominant and that is a masochist" enemies-to-lovers vibe in 1986 to their former-enemies-now-only-lovers married for years vibe in 2022, it's all golden. They have a whole arc, and I'll show you what I mean:

ACT I. SEARING SEXUAL TENSION

Searing sexual tension at their first meeting at the club ("No, you mean notorious. I'll see you later." "You can count on it.")

The Snap, obviously, with Ice telling Mav to never leave his wingman (a decent case for Mav being a few years younger, scrappier, than Ice)

Searing sexual tension in the air. ("Just a walk in the park, Kazansky." The looks on their faces are competitive, but a lot more than that. They're respectful rivals, both the kind of people who are turned on by a challenge, and it shows.)

ACT II. HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO HANDLE THE WEIGHT OF THIS

Ice trying his best to reassure Mav after Goose's death, to reach out and offer him the tiniest bit of comfort when everyone else around him (including Viper, a straight-up parent figure) is refusing to handle grief. Ice doesn't do great at this - he's also young and also, clearly, doesn't know how - but he's clearly genuinely trying, and he notably does a lot better than Charlie in the very next scene.

Mav coming back to graduate, shaking Ice's hand to congratulate him, looking genuinely happy for him and supportive of him - there's zero grudge or competitiveness here, which I really think points to the important core tenet of Mav Being A Good Boy.

ACT III. WINGMAN OUT OF TEN

Mav refusing to leave Ice, and relentlessly pursuing and shooting down the MiG that's chasing Ice.

The Wingman Hug we all know and love. The one that spawned fic upon fic of their wedding vows (guilty, lol). The one that persists all the way into the angsty, angsty present day.

And then, speaking of the present day, there's ACT IV. FORMER ENEMIES, LONGTIME LOVERS

Sugar Daddy Guardian Angel: We hear that ~mysterious forces~ are responsible for keeping Mav up in the air, where he belongs. We then pretty much immediately learn that said mysterious force is Iceman. Mav is not surprised about this. In fact, it's apparently such common knowledge that literally no one in the narrative is surprised about this. Iceman kicks off the whole plot of TGM. Those kids came home safe because Ice fought for Mav to train them.

Pictures Hanging In The Hallway (And The Fragment Of A Song): Who put those pictures in the hall at TOPGUN? Mav hasn't been back there in decades. Cyclone sure as hell isn't going to come up with that shit. I bet it was Ice who did it - and Mav's little smile at Ice's picture is the fucking cutest thing I've ever seen.

Everyone Kind Of Acknowledging They're All But Married (Sugar Daddy Guardian Angel 2.0): We hear of their bond from Cyclone and Penny; we see it in their texts. We see it at Ice's house.

There's That Picture Again, This Time In Ice's Study: Mav finally lets himself break in front of Ice, the literal only person he ever cries in front of. Ice is the only one who can truly break his defences down, get vulnerable truths out of him he would never discuss with anyone else. And Mav clearly doesn't want to bother Ice, with how sick he is, but all Ice ever had to do was ask, and Mav will give him whatever truth he wants.

Mav Giving Ice His Wings: Mav officiates Ice's funeral, and straight up gives him a piece of himself to keep for eternity. If that isn't love, I don't know what is.

tl;dr I love these idiots and their love for each other right to the very fucking end.

[nonclassyparty]

[TEASER] Starring Role- ACT II (C.S; S.MG)

title; just another dressed up heartbreak

summary: 

We’ve all read about the infamous player who falls in love with the good girl that manages to make him change his ways…but what happens to the other girl? The pretty, popular one that has warmed his bed before the good girl came along and took him away.

Well, no one cares about her. After all, she’s just a side character.

It almost feels like a joke to play a part, when you are not the starring role in someone else’s heart.

pairing: choi san x reader, song mingi x reader (for now lol)

wc: t/b/a

warnings: t/b/a

ACT I

Dropping down the makeup brush you used to carefully apply the highlighter to your cheekbones, you gaze meet your reflection in the mirror and you heaved a deep sigh.

Your foundation was applied to cover all your imperfections, small beauty marks on your cheek and freckles that scattered across the bridge of our nose. Face contoured to make your cheekbones stand out. Eyebrows plucked and filled in, glittery eyeshadow carefully applied to your lids along with a meticulously drawn cat eye. Lips a pretty shade of dark pink with gloss over them.

You looked perfect.

So perfect that sometimes you could see your face as a door hanging on hinges that would come loose every so often and reveal the broken mechanism that lies beneath it. All the screws and gear that usually make up the inside of your head would be shown and they're rusty with moss growing over certain parts, little sparks of electricity coming from empty eye sockets and pieces barely being held together by bolts ready to snap in half at any given moment.

All serving as a testament to the malfunctions that lie beneath a perfect facade.

"Y/N, are you done with your makeup?" Your mother's voice yells out from across the hall. "We still need to do your hair!"

You blink and just like that the hinges fit back into their original place and the door slams shut, locking itself in like a vault and you're back to staring at pretty glittery eyes and glossy lips curled downwards.

"Yes!" You reply loudly, eyes fleeting down to the surface of your vanity as you hear soft clicks of heels approaching your door.

Your mother is beautiful, both you and Seonghwa inherited your looks mostly from her. Her black hair was pulled in a sleek up-do and her slim body was wrapped in an elegant Yves Saint Laurent dress in the color of champagne.

"Ah!" She muses, taking out the clippers that kept your curls intact and letting them flutter past your shoulder one by one. You observe her through the mirror. You were beautiful just like her on the outside. But you feared that you will also be rotten just like her, on the inside.

"Aren't you glad we didn't cut your hair last summer? You were so insistent on it but if you cut it in that tacky hairstyle, you wouldn't be able to do anything with it."

You only nod in agreement although it's the last thing you actually agree on. She ever allowed you to cut your hair past the middle of your back, it was always straight, long and in your natural hair color. When you were younger it was to make you look untouched and innocent but now that you're older, it's to make you look sophisticated.

You want to vomit.

You watch her pin each curl in a low bun, adjusting it the way she likes. It's always what she wants.

Once upon a time, when you were younger and had Seonghwa to back you up, you would rebel and it would never make any difference but you were happy to have at least fought back. Now, Seonghwa isn't your friend anymore and you're too tired to go against her. She is draining when she gets her way but she is an absolute terror to be around when she doesn't.

"The Jungs will be there tonight. With their son." Your eyes connect through the mirror at that and you clench your jaw, annoyance bubbling underneath your skin.

"Mom, don't start this again..." You groan, eyes falling shut as she pins another curl.

"Y/N, he is a very nice boy. Your father and I have spoken-"

"Wooyoung and I hate each other!"

"That's because you never bother to get to know him!" She snaps back, eyes narrowing in slits as she stares at you in the mirror. "You need to quit being so damn childish! Both us and the Jungs would benefit a lot from the two of you being together!"

"I will not be dating Jung Wooyoung." You firmly object, hands curling around the end of your robe.

"You are so ungrateful." She hisses, tugging on your hair a little harsher than necessary which makes you wince through a glare. "A perfectly nice and handsome boy but even that isn't enough for you."

And here comes the guilt tripping.

"You need to grow up and start thinking of this family, as well. If your brother can work day and night to learn and be able to inherit your father's company while you're wasting time and money studying something as useless as art then the least you can do is marry well. You're an adult now so start acting like one." She checks your hair after she pinned the last curl and you bit your lip, willing the tears away. "Don't you dare cry. Get dressed and be downstairs by eight."

And she's out the door. One look into the mirror is enough to know that the hinges of your face are so close to slipping but you can't afford it right now, so with a sharp breath you suck the tears in and stand up, walking over to your closet and pulling out the hanger with the dress you were supposed to wear.

It's a deep red dress with a straight neckline that clings to your body perfectly showing off your waist, reaching the floor with a slit that comes up mid thigh and it looks perfect on you. Everything is perfect.

You check your makeup one last time, before taking your clutch and heading downstairs.

Seonghwa and your mother are already waiting in the foyer by the time you arrive and she greets you with a scoff while Seonghwa only sends you a blank stare before looking away. Hwa, when did we become like this?

Your father waltzes out of the living room area, adjusting his blazer and doesn't even spare you a look. This is the first time you see him this week.

The car ride to the venue where the gala is held is silent as well until the car door opens and Seonghwa opens the door and holds a hand out towards you to help you out with a smile that looks so real, if you didn't know him that well you could never be able to see through the bullshit.

Suddenly, your father is making sure your mother's dress doesn't get dirty by helping her with the trail of it, both of them smiling at each like teenagers in love despite the fact they've slept in different bedrooms since you were fourteen years old.

It's time to play the perfect little family.

The venue is nicely decorated and filled with people you mostly know. It's almost always the same elite that attends these gatherings. You greet people you went to high school with as they stand with their parents or chatting amongst themselves, not really caring for them in the slightest but your smile is still dazzling and wide.

You stick to your brother and parents in the center of the hall as people come and go greeting you, it's how it usually is. Your parents always want to be the main attraction and admittedly, sometimes you do too.

It's when the Jungs step up towards you that things turn even more sour than they were before.

Jung Wooyoung stands just behind his parents who greet your own, in all his handsome, infuriating glory alongside his older brother sporting the most annoying smirk he can offer to the world. And fuck, he looks gorgeous.

Honey skin, hair swept to the side, pretty lips and a suit that looks like it was molded just for him. But it's his pretty eyes that make your blood pressure rise because you can see past his fake smile as he watches you and you know he will go out of his way to piss you off tonight.

"Y/N," He gently holds your hand, bringing to his lips and letting them brush against your knuckles for a second which annoyingly enough, makes your mother squeal. "You look beautiful tonight."

The annoying smirk is replaced by an innocent smile and you know what he's doing. He knows you hate that the two of you were paired up with each other since you were little (he hates it too) and he's playing right into it in hopes your fuse will run short and you will snap, making you out to be the wicked witch while he's the sweet, polite little angel that was only trying to be nice to you.

But not tonight.

"You don't look too bad yourself, Woo." You counter back with a smile of your own and it's not a lie but you'd never say it to his face if the situation was any different.

"The more you both grow older, the better you look beside each other. Don't you agree, Soyeon?" Wooyoung's mother gleefully sighs turning to your mom who, of course, nods in agreement. You squeeze Wooyoung's hand harsher than needed and he throws you a glare that goes unnoticed by anyone but you.

Of course, they make you sit beside each other at the long table during dinner. Both of your parents sit across from you and a little bit to the side so at least, you're not directly staring at them. Seonghwa left you to fend for yourself and opted to sit with his 'friends' as far away from you as he possibly could.

While you try to enjoy the soup the waiter delivered to the table, you and Wooyoung don't speak a word to each other. In fact, you both talk to the people sitting on the other sides of you. It's when you notice Wooyoung's mother mouthing something to him with a slight glare from across the table and as inconspicuously as she could muster, gesture towards you sitting next to him.

You pretend not to notice, eyes falling to the soup and your spoon playing with it. Wooyoung pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, giving you a quick glance before looking at his mother one more time. You know what's coming.

"So, Y/N," You grip the spoon tighter in your hold, looking to him with a fake smile just to see him sporting one of his own. "Heard you were fucking some guy from the slums, now. That's a new low, even for you."

He says it so sweetly, almost whisper-like that if anyone was watching you they would for sure think he was trying to flirt with you. Your smile tightens but his only widens when he sees the fire in your eyes grow.

How the fuck did he know about San? Did Jennie tell him? Did Minjeong tell him?

"It's not even the fact that he's some hillbilly from the countryside fucking you, it's the fact that he's got you wrapped around his finger all while he's also fucking through your friend group. Now that's truly embarrassing." Wooyoung meanly adds, eyes glistening with satisfaction as he watches the smile melt from your face.

You're three seconds away from pouring an entire plate of soup in his lap, your fingers are already curled around the plate ready to do damage but then, for a split moment you catch your mother's eye just down the table- watching you with a warning in her gaze.

She doesn't give a fuck if Wooyoung hurts you, she never did. You were always supposed to put up with everything, for the sake of your pristine image.

Your fingers loosen around the plate, hands dropping to your lap politely before facing Wooyoung again with another composed, brilliant smile.

"You can say whatever you want but it still beats fucking Choi Yeonjun's leftovers because you can't get any bitches of your own." You fire back innocently, pretending to bashfully giggle when you notice the tick in Wooyoung's jaw.

Both of your mother's look positively ecstatic across the table but little do they know that their kids are one insult away from ripping each other's throats out in front of everyone here.

"If I remember correctly, you're his leftover as well Y/N-nie." Your hands clench into fists at the mention of your embarrassing relationship with Choi Yeonjun and your eyes narrow when Wooyoung leans closer to you, lips brushing your ear lightly and sending chills down your spine. "Are you trying to tell me something here, princess? Do you need someone to take care of you after he dumped your ass just before you started college? The hillbilly isn't doing it for you?"

You pull back and giggle as if he just made the funniest joke and his smile stretches because he knows you're only laughing because you're pissed off and are thinking what to say in response.

One of the biggest reasons why you hated Jung Wooyoung was his impressive capability to keep up with you. Ever since you were children, he was able to dish insults back with the same cruelty, sometimes even worse.

If there was anyone who you considered to be a match for you when it came to being a terrible person- it was him.

You send him another soft smile, eyes crinkling at the corners as you wipe a non-existent stain from the corner of his mouth. The romantic gesture makes both of your mothers so giddy, you think you can hear their hushed squealing from here.

You lean closer to whisper in his ear,

"I don't fuck men who are eternally in the shadows of their best friends. That's why I didn't go for you in the first place." And you lean back in your chair, sweet smile still intact.

Wooyoung is smiling as well, he even laughs a little. Smile bright and pretty but his eyes are dark and furious.

"You fucking bitch." He hisses through his teeth and you can't help but let a real grin form on your face.

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Draw your swords

Summary: In order to keep Ravka intact, general Kirgan, the Darkling, must marry. Needless to say, he’s not happy about it, but neither is his bride.

Warnings: indicating smut, slight angst

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Standing at the altar, wearing his black kefta, the Darkling grinds his teeth at the closed door at the end of it.

Any moment now, the door will open and his bride will appear as an angel in white. Except, the Darkling preferred to think of her as devil incarnate.

Although her beauty is without faults, her mind is sharp and her tongue can be sweeter than honey, Y/N Y/L/N is everything the Darkling hates.

She's entitled, bratty, arguably manipulative and downright cruel. She's all that and more, at least to him. But the one thing he cannot forgive her for is her lineage. As a daughter of a man he sought to destroy, Y/N became general Zlatan’s bargaining chip.

“You must marry her and she must be included in all decisions concerning Ravka on my behalf, or we will declare independence.”

General Zlatan gave the emperor no room to argue on the matter, forcing the marriage onto them. As the emperor had no male descendants to marry off, the next in line was general Kirigan. And while the Darkling fought the emperor on this instance, he was given no choice – either marry Zlatan’s daughter or someone else will be ascending as a leader of the Second army.

"Is it too late to run?" Ivan turns to Kirigan and Fedyor with a breathless chuckle, earning a dirty look from the official Y/N insisted marries them. She caved on the Palace setting, but no one could bend her will on who it is that seals their marriage contract.

"You promised." Fedyor reminds him and Kirigan closes his eyes, letting out a heavy sigh.

"Maybe some promises are best broken. She'll be the death of Ravka." Licking his lips, the Darkling glances at the door as a faint noise is heard on the other side of the door.

‘Of me’, he thinks to himself, ‘She’ll be the death of me.’

“She is Zlatan’s daughter with no special powers”, Ivan scoffs, “What could she possibly do?”

"I'll make her just as unhappy as I am now. She's never going to love me and I most certainly will never love her," the Darkling huffs, straightening his back as his eyes narrow at the door. “Unhappy women are always dangerous.” He pauses, pursing his lips, “Even if they are just human.”

"You said this is a business deal, so think of it as such." Ivan raises an eyebrow, wondering why is love even on Kirigan’s mind. In all his time serving his general, Ivan never heard the word pass his lips before now.

"I will”, the Darkling rolls his tongue, focusing on Ivan and Fedyor again. "Tell me you’d fight with me to preserve Ravka if I walk away."

"Do whatever you want, but you better be fast because your bride is coming", Fedyor nods toward the grand opening of the grandiose door, revealing a vision in white and the veil covering her face.

"Fuck", the Darkling mutters under his breath, his heart jumping at the sight.

He watched her walk, his nerves gnawing away at him and all he could think about is why his heart is beating so fast. Why would he be nervous? She should be the one drowning in nerves instead of walking so confidently. Why is she not afraid of him?

Folding his shaky hands behind his back, the Darkling could have sworn every step she took closer made his heart drop further in his chest. It was only a matter of time before he had nothing left but to accept his destiny and take an ordinary woman such as Y/N as his bride. Oddly enough, he found comfort in her mortality. She would die eventually and he’ll be free of her. If she angers him or her father stirs up trouble, he’d make sure he’ll be free much sooner.

Finally in front of him, Y/N holds her breath as the Darkling reluctantly pulls the veil up, revealing her face.

When she first met him, it was on a field of scattered, mangled bodies. He looked at the sky like a man would look at a withered flower in which he no longer sees the beauty he plucked it for, thus destroying it.

And when he looked at her, Y/N forgot to breathe.

There are no traces of doubt, no evidence this isn't the happiest day of her life. If anything, the Darkling is in awe of her and her ability to maintain composure without showing the slightest inkling of her disdain for him. He’s looking for a weakness, studying her in order to find something, anything he could use to make her submit to him, but she’s not flinching. Her stare is unyielding, fierce, and she is unbowed, like a rose in the eye of a hurricane.

"You should have worn the white kefta. Black is for funerals", she notes, her voice low and cold and the Darkling can't help but scoff.

“Black is my color. Besides”, he leans in, pressing his lips against her cheek before whispering, "It is a funeral."

While the crowd whispered and awed over the little exchange, Y/N's lips twitched into a brief smile. Reaching out for his hand, she tilts her head to her left, hiding her face with the veil as she scowls at him.

The ceremony begins, but neither the Darkling nor Y/N can truly focus on a single word said. Y/N is busy wondering what she could do best to make his life hell. This isn’t exactly what she had in mind for her future either and being exchanged like a broodmare to delay a war is unforgivable. She couldn’t forgive her father for giving her over to a known monster, nor could she forgive her seconds-to-be husband.

He is cruel, manipulative, a beast hidden under a handsome built and he may be appealing to the eye, but she can feel he’s rotten inside.

The Darkling’s eyes are fixed on her, examining every single inch of her rather small sized body. Though her curves are undeniable, her height would leave him with a craned neck and back pain in the future. Inhaling sharply, he tried to understand why his thoughts of all the things he hates about her include ripping that wedding dress straight off her. She looks far too appealing in a dress for him to ignore and it sparks a fire to further fuel the flames of hate he’s tended to.

Either way, quicker than imagined, the Darkling found himself saying "I do", forcing a smile that matched the one she displayed. Unlike his cold smile that didn't reach his eyes, Y/N was capable of making her smile believable, enough for him to envy her acting skills.

"You may kiss the bride."

Licking his lips, Kirigan's eyes flicker to Y/N's lips. He never kissed her before, the human who perfectly portrayed an ice queen. It would be a lie if he said kissing her never crossed his mind, but it didn't feel like he'd willingly do so even if he had a chance. He didn’t desire her at all. He refused to allow himself as much.

Y/N glanced at the crowd, seeing their little whispers about how long Kirigan is taking and how they pity her for marrying someone like him – a dark shadow, an abomination even in their world.

She felt a shuddered breath pass her lips as Kirigan leaned into her, torturously slow and the worst part? He smells good, intoxicating kind of good. And whether she liked it or not, her heart fluttered as his lips grazed hers and his hand cupped her cheek.

The Darkling's heart quivered, his mind overflowing with frustration. He couldn't comply and kiss her wholeheartedly, but he found himself wanting to turn her over, to have his way with her.

She's infuriating, unlawfully cocky and unjustly stunning. No wonder hell is where most mankind would go considering the beauty of its tempting demons that poise as naïve angels.

Snapping out of the daze, she pulls back first, whispering against his lips. "Hope you enjoyed it, because it will be the last time you’ll ever taste my lips in your lifetime."

Blinking slow, the Darkling smirked, genuinely entertained. "We will see about that", and he took her words as a personal challenge. 

He would melt the ice queen and have her on her knees, begging for his love before the year is done. He will demean Zlatan by turning his own daughter against him and he will do so with pleasure.

Part two

[sacredsorceress]

Lovers’ Quarrel || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x rogers!reader

summary: when you married your brother’s best friend in 1941, the two of you had always promised to stick together and you did just that- even following him to wakanda where you trained alongside the dora milaje. When you find out that bucky’s released zemo from prison behind your back... needless to say you’re pissed.

a/n: okay i absolutely loved this request so much @missroro​. reblogs and replies are super appreciated!

word count: 2.4k

warnings: swearing, reader and bucky fighting

masterlist || request || taglist

You were pissed to say the least.

You couldn’t understand why your husband would keep something so big such a secret from you. You had spent seventy years in ice for those you loved. You had become a super soldier for those you loved. You had spent two years off the grid in hiding for those you loved... and your husband couldn’t even tell you the truth? You would have tried to understand- helped him even- but he had chosen instead to keep you in the dark, leaving you to find out about his actions second hand from those who felt just as betrayed as you.

As you stood in the threshold of the room, spotting the five men, you could feel almost nothing but rage coursing through your veins. The tension was so thick in the room, you swore you could cut it with a knife... but you decided that a spear would do.

Throwing your arm back and tossing the spear forward, you watched as it stuck itself into the column between Sam and John Walker- the man posing as your brother.

When the spear collided with the wall, everyone���s eyes immediately snapped onto you and you could of sworn it almost felt good to watch the fear in your husband and Sam’s eyes when they spotted you, knowing just by the look on your face that they had messed up... and you weren’t one to let things like that slide.

“Y/n-” Bucky began.

With a straight face you turned your head to the side, unable to look at him, instead turning your attention to the Dora Milaje as they entered the apartment.

“Even if he is a means to your end... time’s up.” Ayo spoke in Xhosa before switching to English. “Release him to us now.”

You could feel Bucky’s eyes burning into you, but you remained steadfast, watching the scene unfold in front of you.

“Hi. John Walker.” The new Cap attempted to introduce himself. “Captain America.”

Although you were enraged beyond compare upon finding out that the government had chosen a new man to take your brother’s place, you almost wanted to laugh at how poorly he was handling the situation.

When neither of the two women in front of him said anything, he continued.

“Well , uh.” John said. “Let’s put down the pointy sticks and we can talk this through, huh?”

God, he was handling this poorly, wasn’t he? You would find it funny if he wasn’t so incredibly ignorant.

“Hey, John, take it easy.” Sam said looking between you and the two other women in the room. “You might want to fight Bucky before you tangle with the Dora Milaje.”

“The Dora Milaje don’t have jurisdiction here.” John insisted.

“The Dora Milaje have jurisdiction wherever the Dora Milaje find themselves to be.”

Rather than standing to the side and allowing the group of skilled warriors to take what- or rather who- they wanted and leave, Walker couldn’t help but instigate.

As soon as his hand landed on Ayo’s shoulder, you knew he would regret that decision.

Immediately the two women began fighting- one taking on John Walker and the other Lemar. You had known the women long enough to know that they could handle the situation themselves without breaking a sweat. Still standing in the doorway, you crossed your arms watching as one began choking Lemar with her spear, the other sticking her spear into Steve’s... John’s shield.

Quickly glancing over to the other men, you caught Bucky and Sam staring at you on the sidelines, whispering to one another. As soon as you caught their line of vision you glanced away, focusing once again on the fight taking place in front of you.

Right as Ayo held her spear above John, fear written all over his face, Bucky stepped in, pulling Ayo back. Recalling why you were there in the first place, you immediately uncrossed your arms, striding over to the other side of the room, able to feel the rage flowing through your veins.

Pulling your spear from the wall, you marched up to your husband pulling him away from Ayo.

“Y/n,” He eased. “Let’s talk about this.”

“Oh you want to talk about it?” You asked, shoving him backwards with the spear. “That’s funny, Buck.”

Dodging your blows, not wanting to fight you, Bucky continued backing up and reaching for the spear to keep the metal from meeting his skin.

“Look, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you!” He exclaimed.

Pushing harder with the spear, you grunted, kicking him to subsequently shove him back against the counter.

You asked yourself if he really thought saying ‘sorry’ would work. You knew your husband wasn't dumb enough to believe that there would be no consequences for breaking Helmut Zemo out of prison- a man who not only caused the split of the Avengers, but also killed the king of Wakanda- a place full of people who had shown you and your husband nothing but kindness. They had given Bucky a new chance at life and had given you the opportunity to train among the most expert fighters you had ever met- the Dora Milaje. They had given both of you more than you could have asked for when your life went sideways eighty years ago. So when you had received the call that Bucky had broken Zemo out of prison you could barely believe it.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it, Buck!” You shouted.

Knocking him back one last time, you recalled what they had taught you back in Wakanda when Bucky had first received his new arm- a trick you had hoped never to have to use, but as you stood there fighting your husband, anger fueling you in a way you had felt only a few times before, you didn’t see another way.

Moving your hand in the exact pattern you had learned years ago along where his shoulder met his chest, you listened as the the metal clicked and watched as his vibranium arm fell to the ground beside him, Bucky looking up at you with his eyes wide.

You had to shove back the part of you that felt your heart break in your chest watching the look of betrayal in his eyes. Recalling why the two of you were in this position in the first place, you stood up straighter, clearing your throat.

“You are sleeping on the couch tonight, Mr. Barnes.”

Holding the spear straight beside you, you turned your attention to Ayo who opened the doors to the bathroom, only to find Zemo missing. Instructing the other warrior to drop Cap’s shield, the two women left, leaving you behind with the four remaining men in the room.

Shoving past your husband, you dropped your spear onto the ground, making your way over to Sam and smacked him across the back of his head.

“Shit!” He exclaimed. “What was that for? Don’t get me involved in your little lovers’ quarrel.”

“Lovers’ quarrel?” You asked him, laughing. “I’ve been Mrs. Barnes for eighty-two years, Sam. I’ve put up with a lot of shit, but don’t act like you two didn’t just break a criminal out of prison. A criminal who- need I remind you- tried to brainwash Bucky and killed King T’Chaka.”

“Don’t look at me.” Sam said, throwing his hands up in the air. “That was all Bucky.”

Immediately your eyes snapped back to your husband who was standing across the room, attaching his vibranium arm to his shoulder once again.

“Thanks, Sam.” Bucky grumbled.

Before any of the rest of you could say anything, the voice from the other side of the room caught your attention. Following the voice you saw John Walker huddled against the table, his friend reaching his hand out to him.

“They weren’t even super soldiers.” He mumbled, staring off into the distance.

Despite the fact that you still didn’t approve of the ‘new’ Captain America, you felt your heart tug in your chest as you watched the man break down over to the side. You felt sorry for him. You knew better than any other living person the weight the shield and legacy carried being both the adopted sister of Steve himself and the wife of his best friend.

Although you were pained watching a new man undermine your brother’s legacy, you couldn’t help but pity him.

Making your way over to John you reached out your hand to him. Looking up you could finally see the recognition in his eyes, realizing who you were. Immediately he took your hand, pulling himself to his feet.

“You’re-” He started.

“Don’t beat yourself up over this, Walker.” You said, before making your way over to the couch. “No one wins a fight against the Dora Milaje. I got my ass handed to me every day that I trained with them.”

Despite the fact that you were telling the truth- you lost to each one every time you fought- you enjoyed every second of it. It was a relief.

After discovering that your husband, Bucky, was still alive after decades apart, you couldn’t stand to let him out of your sight again. When Steve had brought Bucky to Wakanda with the hope of clearing his brain of the programming he had endured under Hydra, you followed him there. Despite the fact that your husband was in your arms once again, you couldn’t help the thoughts that took over your mind every day- everything that you all had lost, the memories of what you had endured and the worry that Bucky would never be the same again.

The pain of being knocked around by a member of the Dora Milaje’s spear was almost therapeutic.

Rather than replying, Lemar pat his friend on the back, nodding to the rest of you within the room before guiding his shaken friend out the door of the apartment.

“You’re being too friendly with him, Y/n.” Bucky said.

Snapping your head to the side you glared at your husband.

“What are you? Jealous?” You asked.

Rather than answer you, Bucky crossed his arms.

“I just think you’re being a little too nice to the guy that’s ruining Steve’s name-”

Before he could even finish his sentence, you pushed yourself off of the couch, striding over to your husband, shoving your finger into his chest.

“Don’t tell me how to feel, James.” You told him seriously. “He was my brother. I wouldn’t have chosen that guy to take on Steve’s name either, but don’t get mad at me. You’re the one who fucked up and lied about going on this mission with Sam. Do you know what it felt like to get a call from Ayo to find out that you not only lied to me, but you betrayed the people who have been nothing but kind to us?”

Staring at you, he could tell how not only angry you were, but also distraught. The both of you had gone through hell and back and Bucky was thankful every day that even after all these years he was able- by some miracle- to still find you eighty years after the two of you had supposedly died. He had suffered through so much and done so many things he could barely look at himself in the mirror for, but at the end of the day you continued to not only be there for him, but to love him anyway.

A part of him felt awful for not telling you- he hated lying to you and you had every right to know- but after your brother had left the two of yours’ lives, he didn’t want to put any further strain on you than you had already endured.

He knew once he freed Zemo that you would find out, but as you stood in front of him he almost wish he hadn’t so you wouldn't be feeling this type of way.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” Bucky said. “I didn't... after everything with Steve I didn’t want to get you involved. You deserved a break, doll.”

Relaxing your shoulders, you sighed, resting your hand on his bicep.

“And what about you, Buck?” You asked. “Don’t you deserve a break?”

“That’s different, Y/n.” He said. “I need this. You know I do.”

You knew he did. You had been there while his guilt kept him up at night, waking him up after only a few hours of what you could barely call rest. You knew that his past had been eating away at him, especially since Steve left, and that doing something wholly good might bring him some semblance of peace.

“I know.” You said, meeting his eyes. “So I’m going to help you. We’re in this together, Buck, okay?”

Despite the fact that he wanted to keep you as far away from danger as he could- something he could never manage considering you had been fighting alongside the Avengers since before he had even gained his memory back- he knew he couldn’t say no to you.

“Alright.” He agreed.

Gently squeezing his arm you gave him a soft smile.

“Glad to see you guys are good.” Sam quipped. “Incase you forgot Zemo’s now on the loose and the back of my head stings like hell.”

Smiling and turning to, Sam, you playfully swat his arm.

“Please.” You laughed. “Big, strong guy like you? You barely felt that.”

“Listen I’m not a super soldier like you two.” He said, pointing between you and Bucky. “Remind me not to mess with your kids some day. Last thing I need is getting knocked out by some kid with two super soldiers for parents.”

“We should go find Zemo.” Bucky said clearing his throat, changing the subject.

“Yeah.” You agreed. “He couldn’t have gotten too far. Let’s go.”

Not one to argue, Sam threw his hands up in the air, leading the way out of the door of Zemo’s apartment. As your foot was about to cross the door, however, you felt Bucky’s hand wrap around your arm, pulling you to the side.

“So do I still have to sleep on the couch tonight?” Bucky asked in a hushed voice.

“Oh honey,” You cooed, patting the side of his cheek before laughing. “You’re not getting out of this one that at easily.”

Watching from his spot on the steps as you picked up the pace to catch up with Sam, he crossed his arms smiling to himself. Steve was right when he said that he was going to be okay... as long as he was with you, how couldn’t he be?

[raggaraddy]

your writing is amazing 🥺

could i ask for a yoongi version of the reader being shot because of them? your other ones are so good!!!

Family affairs

@dramaclub-thin

A/N: Thank you, sweetheart! I'm glad you're enjoying the series. This one has a bit of OT7 and I hope you like it too. 💜💜💜

If anyone else wants to request, you can here.

Other parts:

Namjoon

Jimin

Taehyung

Jungkook

Summary: You'd tried so hard to hide your relationship with Yoongi from your father. You knew when he found you were dating someone from a rival club that he'd kill you. You just didn't think it would be literal.

Trigger warnings: Violence, Filicide, Blood, gun usage.

Yoongi

Mafia! Yoongi

Mafia! BTS

"Yes Daddy," you poke your head through the door to his office with a little knock. Normally you would never bother your father while he was working, but one of your brothers came to your room to let you know he was calling for you.

"Ah, Darling. Yes, have a seat." He stands up from his desk, gesturing to the chair ahead of him. "I need your advice on something."

For a moment you get a flutter in your stomach. He never asks you for anything. Your his pretty princess on a pedestal. And he never involves you in anything that a woman wouldn't have been responsible for in the 1950s.

"Of course," you smile, shifting comfortably.

"I know you're tech-savvy, so maybe you can explain this to me. I had some photos printed, but I think there must be something wrong with the camera. Have a look,"

Reaching into his desk drawer as he speaks he pulls out a stack of A4 photos. As he lays them out your eyes jump straight back up at him. Checking for his reaction, a sharp pang of absolute fear hitting you. They're pictures of you and Yoongi, his arm around you when you were coming out of the Bangtan clubhouse.

"I know the camera has to be faulty, because that" he tapes your image, "looks like you. And I know my one and only daughter wouldn't be socializing with those Bulletproof scum."

"Daddy, I-I," you stutter with no idea what to say.

You thought you were so clever, so careful that there was no way he'd ever find out. Even when Yoongi would worry about you possibly being caught you would shrug it off. Your love was invincible and meant to be, and you were smart. No chance your family would ever know you're with Yoongi, and no way his family would ever know you were from a rival gang. As far as they knew, you were just Y/n Brown, the hairdresser from one district over.

But clearly, you weren't careful or clever enough.

Your stark silence is loud enough for your father and he nods a sombre confirmation. "How long Y/n?" He questions.

"Daddy, I don't-"

"How long?!" He's quick to anger, making you jump.

"A few months," you lie, your eyes dropping to your lap. Telling him it's been closer to 18 months is only going to enrage him further.

Slumping back into his office chair he lets out a heavy sigh.

"You think you raise your kids right. To know loyalty and family." He derides looking at you fiercely. "But then you find out your own daughter will open her legs for any cretin. In complete disregard of everything she should know."

You knew it would be awful if he ever found out, you know he is a terrifying dangerous man, but hearing your father's derogatory comments are harder to take than you ever expected.

"What did you tell them?" He sits forward. His demeanour, his expression going from disappointed father to cold mafioso.

Your mouth going dry, you swallow hard. Shaking your head softly. "Nothing."

"Bullshit!" He yells. "You expect me to believe they just let the daughter of Bastille get all cosy with one of the 7 without you giving up something."

This is so bad. You knew your parents, your brothers, the entire Bastille would disown you for this, but they'll actually kill you if they think you've sold them out.

"No. I didn't tell them anything. None of them knows who I am. Only Yoongi knows. And I didn't tell him shit. You know I wouldn't." You defend yourself trying to reign in your distress.

"Well, there's a lot of things I wouldn't think a daughter of mine could do." His voice is so detached. He's stopped looking at you. This is so so bad.

"Dad. I didn't say anything." You restate, fighting to convince him. Feeling like you're trying to prove the case for your own life. "I know the rules. Don't talk to anyone. Not cops. Not friends or enemies." You repeat the words that had been drilled in your entire childhood. You knew nothing, you saw nothing. Those are the rules.

"I don't believe you." He says bitterly.

Your hands are trembling, you're panting heavily. You know being with a rival club member is a stupid thing, but the clubs are in a truce.  And despite your father's opinion, you would never be so stupid as to actually say anything. And Yoongi would never let you, even if you decided to. You did one thing wrong, but you made sure you did everything else right.

Leaning back, he opens his phone book. Searching for a number.

"Dad," You plead for his attention. Raising the phone to his ear he shushes you, placing a finger over his mouth.

You have no idea what to do. You've seen him decimate people for so much less than what he's accusing you of. You don't know how to prove your innocence.

The call answers and you can hear a distant 'hello'.  Putting the phone on speaker he puts the receiver down.

"Warren L/n here. I believe I have something of yours," he says.

"What are you talking about?" You inhale a staggered breath, hearing the familiar gruff voice of Kim Namjoon.

Your dad's plan was simple. If you were telling the truth about Bangtan not knowing who you were, their leader would be confused and concerned that you were with the leader of Bastille. But if they knew who you were, this would be a much more straightforward issue. Namjoon would understand right away why he was calling.

And if you were lying about one thing, he could assume you were lying about more.

"Say hello Y/n." Your dad prompts, his look daring you to refuse.

"Hi," You squeak, nervously chewing the inside of your cheek. Your own safety aside, Namjoon was going to kill Yoongi.

There's a brief pause. The background noise on Namjoon's side disappearing. "Kidnapping women? I didn't realise you were handling that personally now."

"Who said kidnap?" he leads the conversation.

"Then maybe you want to explain what one of our girls is doing with you?" Namjoon growls, sounding protective.

That was enough confirmation for your father. The leader didn't know what was going on. But he was about to.

On Namjoons side of the line, he was pacing back and forth in a closed meeting room at the entrance of the clubhouse. Your father was revealing the secret that you and Yoongi had fought so hard to keep.

The phone call ending, Namjoon was in a rage. Marching across the bar he stormed at the table with other members around it. His maddened expression drawing Yoongi's attention. But the older member didn't have any reason to think this fury was directed at him and so he doesn't react quick enough as Namjoon punches him in the face, knocking him from his chair.

The other boys instantly becoming alert, Jungkook jumps to Namjoons side holding his arm out in front of him, looking ready to intervene. Jimin standing between the floored Yoongi and the enraged leader.

"Hyung, what the hell ar-" Jimin snaps.

"You fucking idiot! Bastille's daughter?!" he roars trying to push through Jimin. Jungkook stepping in to help keep him at bay.

Climbing back to his feet, nursing a split lip, Yoongi's eyes go wide. Completely caught off guard by Namjoon's revelation. "How did you-" he gapes.

"Everything she's seen, everything she knows! Do you have any idea how much you've exposed this club?" He lunges again, bowling the mediating members out of the way. Diving through Yoongi, the two men trade blows as they scuffle on the floor.

The scene quickly gets out of hand, and as Yoongi throws Namjoon through a table, Jin and Hoseok come from a backroom to step in also. The four of them now working to pry the two battling men apart. Jimin and Hoseok holding back Yoongi. The oldest and youngest members trying to keep Namjoon at bay.

"Enough!" Jin scolds with a firm shove to Namjoon's chest. "Someone explain what the hell is going on!"

"Just Suga thinking with his dick, instead of his brain." Namjoon spits.

Shirking off the boys, Yoongi barges forward infuriated by the provocative comment. War breaking out again with a solid hit at Namjoon, a gash opening over his eye. Another difficult struggle beginning for the members, grappling and clawing them apart. Having to fully restrain them to have them stop. Being held as they bleed.

Grabbing both of them by the collar, Jin demands their focus. "The next man who throws a punch leaves here with a bullet in his leg!" He growls. "Am I clear?!" His fist tightens, stiffening their necklines.

"Yes,"

"Yes, Hyung."

The two of them conceded, their energy dropping as their eldest releases them. "Good. Now sit down so we can talk this shit out."

It takes several minutes and a round of drinks, but the room calms down enough for the members to sit down. They send the few 2nd levels out and the 95's girlfriends. The bar remaining with only the 7 original members. Taehyung coming back just as the disclosure began.

Namjoon starts, passing along the information your father had given him. The 6 of them all sharing disappointed, worried or angry glances towards Yoongi.

"She wouldn't have said anything." Yoongi insists, after explaining his side also. Trying to defend his decision. To defend you.

"You can't know that," Jimin argues, flumping back in his seat. Taking a sip with a pissed-off scowl on his face.

"Yeah, we've all been pussy blinded before. You're not thinking clearly." Jungkook snips.

"Maknae-" Yoongi warns. Getting tired of the disrespect that keeps getting thrown his way.

"Hey, watch it." Jin interrupts, correcting Jungkook's blunt attitude. The youngest shrugging, downing the last of his drink.

"Look, if she was giving information to L/n, then why would he call to tell you that he knows." Yoongi disputes. Hoping to bring reason back into the debate.

"He wants to trade. The latest shipment of horse for Y/n." Namjoon answers with a frustrated scoff and a roll of his eyes.

"That's close to 500 K. That's not happening," Hoseok jumps in. The rest of them firmly nodding in agreement.

"Okay, but if that's the case. If he's trying to sell her off, that means she's not working with him. Right?" Taehyung backs Yoongi's point.

"Idiot," Jimin shoves his friend, "It could be a part of the plan. A way to rip us off for half a million."

"Or it could be a set-up," Namjoon adds. "Let's say Hyung's right, and she isn't working with her old man. If we're willing to sit down, if we try to buy her back, it confirms that she knows enough that we're concerned about it."

"I'm telling you, she doesn't know anything. She didn't want to know anything. And even if she did, she's not gonna give it up." Again Yoongi vehemently defends you.

"Well if she doesn't give him anything then L/n kills her." Namjoon finalizes. "To hurt the club, and as retribution for her betrayal."

"What I don't understand is why you would let her go back? If you trust her and you know how ruthless Bastille is, why would you let her keep going back to him?" Jin asks, genuinely baffled.

Standing up Yoongi can't take anymore. He's furious. He's upset. At himself most of all. Feeling to blame for allowing you to be in this situation, he leaves in anger. Needing some time to himself to think.

"I don't know, she seemed pretty cool," Taehyung mutters, leaning into Namjoon. "You don't really think he would kill his own daughter, right?"

It's been 2 days and you've been locked in an empty storage shed at the edge of the property like a captive. Your father turned your world upside down looking for information. His people went through your computer, your phone, your car, your room. Everything that was yours he and his men had raided. And just like you said, there was nothing there. No information about Bastille, and nothing about Bangtan.

"Suga. I'm guessing that's Min Yoongi? Unless you're cheating on him." Your dad muses holding up your phone. That is so humiliating. So many nudes and dirty texts are in that chat. There may not be revealing information, but there was still plenty of personal stuff.

"You know Darling, I don't like to admit when I am wrong, but it looks like you were telling the truth. I can't find any proof that you gave up any family details." He smiles softly, your heart lifting with relief for a moment. "But then I was looking through your camera roll and, in the pictures where you actually have clothes on, it's just full of Bangtan." He comes further into the empty shed, leaning on the wall alongside you. Showing you the screen as he scrolls through. The only entrance being blocked by one of his more grizzly looking men. "See here, there's you and a bunch of them at a restaurant. There's you and the leader. You and the crazy one. Here's a family-style photo, isn't that nice."

He keeps scrolling through shot after shot, exhibiting an entire album full of Bangtan family pictures.

"I'm sure you never expected anyone else to see these. I guess I should have been teaching you not to put the same password for multiple devices." He scoffs. "But the interesting thing, when I'm going through these photos you seem to be really close with all of them. Some of these even go back to last year. Which makes the timeline you gave me a little off."

He shows the details of one of the pictures to you, the time stamp from when you had already been with Yoongi for 6 months.

"This one is from May 2nd. Last year. On the 10th those bastards stole one of my shipping containers. With nearly 100 grand worth of merchandise. Did you know about that?"

"You mean people." You sneer, his characterization of human trafficking as 'merchandise' making your skin crawl.

"So you did know." He smiles coldly.

"I found out- I knew after," you justify. Even as you continue to defend yourself, you have a sick feeling that it's all for nothing.

"I'm really curious what else you know." He hums, walking around the front of you to get back into your eye line.

"I don't know anything," you tell him for the 1000th time with an exasperated shake of your head. Moving away to the far side of the shed.

"Darling, I'm your father and I'm telling you we need to reconcile this. Your mother is worried sick. I'm here losing sleep over this. I'm giving you a chance to repay all the damage you've done. A chance to forget all this. You tell me everything you know about Bangtan, and just like that," he snaps his fingers, "you get to return to your comfortable life."

You don't trust his change in tone or his promises for a minute. You may not have known the darkest parts of who he is, but that's how you can be sure that his offer to forgive and forget is rubbish. Not even the father in him would let you forget a mistake. Especially one this major, not with the way he is reacting. And he's so much more brutal when it comes to Bastille.

"And if I don't?"

"Then you've betrayed your family. And we'll find out what we want to know in other ways." he taps the back of his hand in the other, symbolizing a beat down.

You shake your head hard. You might love your dad. But you don't like him. You've known for most of your life that he was a bad guy. And Yoongi, Bangtan, they might not be the good guys, but they've been the family you've always wanted. There is no way you were telling him even the most insignificant detail.

"Hit me all you want dad, I still don't know anything." You snarl.

"I could never hit my own daughter." He taps his heart, a feigned pained expression on his face. Nodding his head in your direction, he trades places with his man who advances on you.

Breathing hard you step back only to hit the wall.

The tall, square-built man swings. The back of his hand slapping your cheek, the force so strong that it smacks you into the corner sidewall. His hand, like a vice, grabs ahold of your head and mightily slams it into the steel beam running down the sheet metal wall. Pushing your hands against his chest, you weakly attempt to fend him off, but he ends your efforts with another solid wack against the frame.

As blood streams down your head, his focus switches. The majority of his attacks landing on your torso.

With you curled up on the floor, wheezing and gasping for breath, the assault finally stops. But not out of mercy. Even through the ringing in your ears, you can hear the outburst of gunfire in the distance.

Both your dad and his man rush out, leaving you locked away. While it's for an equally terrifying reason, you're thankful to have this time to catch your breath. Although every laborious intake brings agony.

After some time, light floods back into the room, your father standing in the doorway outlined by the setting sun. "I'm sorry Darling. If I had to do this, I hoped it would be a bit more ceremonious. But we don't have the time for that now."

You gasp at him raising his gun at you. He shoots three times. One in your chest, one in your shoulder and one in your stomach.

The shock, the impact takes the breath from you. And you can't draw it back in. Your eyes glassing over, your head filled with nothing but white noise. Feeling a fleeting moment of relief as everything goes quiet and dark.

"Fuck. No!" Yoongi howls. He, Jin and two 2nd ranks had chased after your father as he fled.

Bangtan's siege on his property was highly successful till that point, and he had run downhill to the storage garage. Looking to make a getaway.

The other's continue after him as Yoongi stumbles into you. His steely outer shell crumbling away the moment he sees your body limp and bleeding out.

Falling beside you he leans over shaking and in tears. Kissing your lips gently with heartfelt pleas "I'm sorry Y/n. I'm so sorry. Please don't do this. Please."

Jin doubles back, watching distraught from the entrance as his brother falls apart.

Lifting your head up, Yoongi brings your forehead to his. The movement making you splutter blood. The first sign of life that either of the men had seen.

"Holy fuck, she's alive." Jin gawks, jumping in beside Yoongi pressing on the hole in your stomach. The bullet in your shoulder and chest had both hit bone, stopping the slug from going through, blocking the wounds from severe blood loss. The bullet in your torso shot through your bowls and thankfully not through your vital organs. Meaning your chances of survival were much higher. It was either 3 highly unlucky shots or three precisely placed ones.

"I'm so sorry Y/n." Yoongi's in shock. Devastated and guilt-ridden, and unable to make himself function.

"Dude, get your shit together or she's not gonna make it." Jin smacks the side of his brothers head, snapping him out of his grief-stricken daze.

"Can you save her?" He asks rubbing the tears from his eyes.

"Not a chance. But I can keep her alive for a minute until we get to the clubhouse. Call the doc, tell him to meet us there." Jin orders, having much more clarity at this moment. "And get the boys to bring the car around. We're going to need a few of us to move her."

Yoongi follows Jin's lead, wiping the blood from his hands onto his pants to dial.

"Think of it this way," Jin smiles shortly, trying to soothe Yoongi's fear and panic with an ill-timed joke. "If she survives, at least she'll have proved she's Bangtan."

[the-writer-ofthe-fandoms]

Emergency Visits (Bucky Barnes)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Words: 4.5k+

Warning(s): SMUT! Oral (Reader recieving), fingering, penetration, fluff!!! (Cringe warning too)

A/N: HONESTLY, idk why i had the courage to write smut but I did. THE ORIGINAL ONE-SHOT WASN’T SUPPOSED TO HAVE SMUT LMFAO also yall know I am a sucker for crossovers SOOO the timelime for TFATWS is off in this because Frank Castle is in here and I wrote most of this before episode 5 <3 

Summary: Bucky, Sam, and Zemo need a place to lay low in while in the States and you're their most trusted person they know. What was not predicted was your vigilante friend needing medical help that same night. 

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You were a former Avenger. You were highly trained in combat but your purpose was to help any wounded comrade or citizen when you and the team were called in. The fighting days were pretty much over for you after the last battle with Thanos. You still used your medical knowledge to work at the different hospitals in New York City and helped Matt Murdock or Frank Castle with any wounds. Rarely you'd help with some vigilante work, but you rather sit out and keep to a less violent life.

You were mindless watching whatever Netflix suggested to you on a breezy night in your humble apartment in New York. It has been a rather boring few nights for you compared to more hectic ones, given your vigilante friends weren't getting as hurt as usual and didn't need discreet medical care.

Your cellphone ringing next to you snapped your attention away from your binging of a John Mulaney  stand up show (good choice Netflix). You looked at the caller idea and swore your heart fluttered ever so slightly.

James Buchanan Barnes was calling.

You had spent many months in Wakanda with him as Shuri worked tirelessly to get rid of Hydras grasp on his mind. Your main focus was learning new information on medicine but you always made sure to visit Bucky. You both got pretty close... Light touches, lingering hugs, and often staring at each other when the other wasn't looking became a commonality. It was obvious feelings of love were blossoming for you, but you weren't fully sure if he felt the same.

After the battle you both stayed in contact, but he decided to reside in D.C. while you laid roots back in the familiarity of New York. You both made sure to visit each when possible, but it had been about a month and a half since you last saw him.

"Hey, Buck." You smiled, answering his call. "It's been a few days, usually you make sure to call every other night. Are you okay?"

"I..." You heard him sigh, making you sit up straight.  "I need a favor, doll."

"Of course, you know I would do practically anything for you."

"That applies to me too right?" You heard Sam in the background, making you chuckle.

"Yes, it does Sam. How are you?"

"I've been better, these past few days have been rough but I'll let Stare-a-tron explain it to you." You heard a wack and an 'ow' come from Sam.

"So..." Bucky started but didn't continue.

"So...?"

"So, have you paid any attention to the news regarding Munich?"

"I have now connected the dots."

"What?"

"You broke a certain terrorist out of jail didn't you, James." You groan. When you saw the news about Zemo you couldn't possibly connect it to Buck and Sam, but with this call and a need of a favor instantly made you realize.

"Technically, (Y/N), he broke himself out."

"Do I need to slap some sense into you? He killed King  T'Chaka. He broke up the Avengers--"

"I know, I know." You heard him sigh. You listened in closer and heard some background traffic noise that sounded like the streets of New York. "Listen, we need a place to lay low for a bit in the States and your the only person I can one-hundred percent trust. I can't tell you more on the phone but please-"

"Yes, yes of course Buck. You guys, well minus Zemo, are welcomed here for whatever reason. Do you need me to text you the address?"

"Nah, we are actually about to enter your apartment building."

"Well hurry up so we can decide on take out." You chuckled and hung up the phone. You only had to wait a few minutes before you heard knocking at your door. Wasting no time you opened the door as fast as you can and practically tackle Bucky into a hug.

He chuckled gently, "I missed you too, doll."

You released him from your hold and grinned as Sam. "Come here Sam, I haven't seen you in a few months." You pulled him into a less dramatic but friendly hug.

"Good to see you too, (Y/N)." Sam and Buck made their way into the apartment leaving you faced to face with Zemo.

"Hello." You greeted, offering a differential handshake.

"Hello, (Y/N). I hope all is well." He accepted the short handshake and gave an equally differential smile before entering your apartment.

"Welcome to my humble abode, make yourselves at home here. I have two bedrooms so we better discuss sleeping arrangements-"

"Easy, I call dibs bunking with you while Wings and Zemo stay in your spare room." Bucky interrupted.

"Hold up, why can't you stay with creepy-magee? I'm sure you two would love to stare at each other." Sam argued.

"Because I called dibs, isn't that right Doll?"

"He did call dibs, Sam." You shrugged and laugh at his look of betrayal.

You heard Zemo start to speak but Sam beat him to it, "You don't get an opinion." Zemo simply put his hands up and surrendered while the other two kept arguing about the concept of dibs.

"Anyways I'll order some Chinese food and we can discuss why you three are here over dinner."

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Your mind was blown.

Bucky and Sam filled you in on Isaiah, the return of super soldiers, why they needed Zemo, and the issues they had with the New Captain America. You also almost chastised Bucky for missing his mandated therapy session but decided to keep eating your food and let him continue.

"Wow, that is fucking nuts. Super soldiers, huh?" You sigh. As much as you didn't want to, you had a feeling they would need your help with fighting. After all you fought along with the original Captain America, so you picked up ways to fight super soldiers.

"Yeah, after Madripoor we need to lay low. Hopefully no one spotted us." Sam said, starting to pick up his dishes. Everyone seemed to follow suit and you were about to speak again when you heard knocking at your door.

"Hey, can you take these  for me? I'll go answer the door." You slid your stuff towards Buck who looked at you worried.

"Do you want one of us to answer the door with you?"

"Nah I should be fine, it's probably Mrs. Espinoza looking for her sons cat." You waved him off, making your way to the door. You unlock your locks and crack open the door.

There stood Frank fucking Castle, covered in an obscene amount of blood while using  the wall for support.

"Hey..." He greeted with a hoarse voice and a weak attempt of a smile.

"Holy shit, Frank." You said barely above a whisper. "Fuck, can one you guys come here?!" You shouted, opening the door wider while taking one his arms over your shoulder.

"What the hell, (Y/N)?" Bucky looked at you and the blood soaked Punisher with bewilderment.

"I'll explain in a bit! Just help me take him to the couch. Sam go get my medical bag, it's in my closet in the room on the left! Zemo clear everyones stuff from the couch." You barked out orders while you and James carefully led Frank to the couch. When Zemo cleared it off and Sam came running out with your bag, you both laid him down on the couch.

With no hesitation you quickly wash your hands and prepare your equipment.

"Are you going to tell us what the hell is happening right now, (Y/N)?" Buck asked.

"I am also wondering why we have a beaten guy on your couch." Sam's face was full of worry.

You sigh and begin removing Franks clothes to look for any life threatening wounds. "This is the Punisher. If you haven't kept up with the more lower level news he is one of the vigilantes."

"That doesn't explain why he is here."

"I... I am friends with him and Daredevil. I patch them up so they can avoid the hospital." You see a bullet wound on his side, it was bad but it was manageable with an exit wound. "One of you hold him up so I can stitch his back."

Bucky immediately joined your side, using his enhanced strength to hold up Frank.

"You gonna introduce me to your friends here, (Y/N)?" Frank rasped. "I gotta know whose cold ass hand is touchin' me."

"I'll introduce you to them later, let me get you stable."

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After what felt like hours, you finished dressing a gash on his thigh. You peel of your bloodied gloves and get up from kneeling on the floor. You helped sit Frank up so he can get a good look at whose here.

"Frank, this is Sam Wilson and James Barnes. I worked and fought with them as an Avenger." You gesture to the two. You saw him eyeing Buck before giving you a knowing look. You both were friends after all, he knew of your feelings towards Bucky.

"Who's the guy in the pimp coat?" He grunted and gestured towards Zemo, who rolled his eyes.

"Baron Zemo. Escapee prisoner."

"Zemo? As in the guy who bombed the UN? Do you need me to-"

"No Frank, they need him alive." You chuckled.

"Well, it's good to put faces to names. Especially yours, James." Frank spoke, nudging you. "I'll get my spare clothes and rinse off the blood now, something tells me the guest room will be taken." You were going to protest but knew Frank was too stubborn to listen. The four of you watched him make his way to the guest room before closing the door.

"Oh so he knows about us but we don't know about him?" Sam arched a brow at you. Bucky stayed silent, clenching both his fists.

You sigh, "I am sorry for not telling you guys. I didn't keep my involvement with vigilantes away from you both on purpose, I promise."

"Can we trust the Punisher? Will everything be safe with all of us here?"

"You don't have to worry about me talking." Frank came out of the room in new clothes, using a damp towel to wipe his face. "(Y/N)'s stuck her neck out for me countless times. I owe it to her."

"If (Y/N) trusts you then we trust you."

"As much as I want to stay up, I think it is best we get some sleep. Tomorrow we can talk more." You stretch and yawn and everyone seemed to agree. Castle put a pillow on the couch and grabbed a spare blanket you had lying around.

"C'mon man you can have the bed. You look like you got the shit beaten out of you." Sam said.

"Nah it's fine. I'm a light sleeper. I can stay out here in case he," Castle pointed to Zemo, "tries somethin'."

"C'mon Buck, your rooming with me." You smile and grab his non-vibranium hand.

"I don't want to share a room with Zemo." Falcon groaned

"Bucky did call dibs after all."

You said goodnight to Sam, and gave Frank a quick hug goodnight before you and James went into your bedroom, a duffel bag in his hand.

James was feeling jealous. He didn't want to admit it but watching how friendly you were with Frank Castle made his feelings worse.  He could pick up the familiarity between the two of you and how easy you were able to talked to him. Frank was someone in your life Bucky didn't know existed.  How close were you to the Punisher?

Thoughts of you and Frank entered his head but he quickly tried to dismiss them. It made his chest ache just thinking about you and another man. Yeah, Buck was smitten with you. But the feelings of self-doubt and guilt always made it hard for him to confess. With the addition of Frank? Made it almost impossible.

"You can use the bathroom to change while I cahnge out here." Your voice snaps him out of his thoughts. He nodded silently, clenching his jaw, while entering the bathroom.

Your stare lingered at the door before you quickly put on a different set of comfortable clothes, discarding your previous clothes to the floor. You picked up on his sudden quietness and you hoped he wasnt truly mad at you. With a quiet sigh you slid under the blankets of your bed and waited for Bucky so you could get to bed. You and Bucky have shared the floor and bed before, and you were able to keep it together.

But after everything that has happened, after finally seeing him after almost two months, it made you feel nervous. You weren't sure if it was exhaustion or stress, but your feelings for Bucky suddenly felt overwhelming.

If that wasn't enough, you felt like your face was burning when he stepped out from the bathroom, wearing just his boxers and dogtags.

"I, uh, hope you don't mind. I found sleeping without a shirt easier to deal with nightmares. Helps cool me off."

"No, no. Don't worry at all Buck." You smile but it felt like your heart was going to leap out of your chest. He smiled briefly before he turned out the lights, joining you in bed. You both laid on your sides, back facing back. You shut your eyes and try to focus on sleeping, but the image of shirtless, only in boxers James flooded your thoughts.

"Doll?" James voice cut through the silence.

"Y-yes, Buck?"

"Who... Who is Frank  to you?" He asked in a low, dejected tone. Your eyes snap open. What kind of question was that from him?

"What do you mean?" You roll to face him but his back was still towards you.

"Are you and Frank..." He paused, "just ignore it, nevermind."

"Bucky, face me." He didn't  respond. "Please, James." You heard him sigh but he complied, turning to face you. The subtle light from your window made it easier to see his handsome face in the dark. You gulped, trying to muster an ounce of courage to tell him these feelings you've held for him for years.

"Frank and I are strictly friends. Before he became the Punisher he had a wife and two kids who he loved dearly. They-they were killed in front of him. He loved his wife dearly and I don't think he is looking to start dating anytime soon." You sigh and things go silent for a moment.

You rested a hand on his cheek and scooch closer. "James, I... I really enjoy spending time with you. I enjoy your presence. After all that we have been through,  with getting the code words out your head to losing Steve... I want to be by your side no matter what." You felt tears prick your eyes.

"I feel the same way about you doll." James spoke, just above a whisper. "You help ground me and honestly you help keep me sane." His hand found its way above yours that was cupping his cheek. Gently he moved your hand to his lips. He placed a soft kiss to your knuckles before moving it over his heart. "I've felt this for a while and I never had much courage to say it before but... I love you, (Y/N)."

"I love you too, James." You smile, a few happy tears managed to escape your eyes.

"C'mere." He helped move you close to him, pulling you into a deep hug. The chill of his vibranium arm caused goosebumps but the warmth of his other arm gave you comfort.

You wrap your arms around his bare torso and snuggled your face into his neck. God he smelt good. With a little courage coursing through you, you gave him a small kiss on the neck before giving him a little love bite, nothing that would bruise.

Bucky chuckled moving a part from you, just enough to get a full look at your face. Without saying anything he leaned in, his eyes hooded, placing his lips on yours. One of his hands found its way to your head while the other rested on your hip. You pushed your body closer to his, while gently dragging your nails across his back.

"Mm Doll." He mumbled against your lips. "I... I want to continue this with you if that's alright with you."

"Yes, Bucky." And in an instant after giving him the word, he maneuvered you onto your back while he hovered on top of you, his dogtags dangling down. He removed them from his body.

"Don't want those hitting your pretty face." He smiled and leaned in to kiss you once again, this time him slipped his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. His warm hand rested on your neck before he slowly dragged it down your chest and to the hem of your shirt. He messed with it a little, teasing to go underneath.  You whine a bit and arch your back as he kept messing with it.

"May I?" You simply nod in response. He pushed himself away from you and took the hem of your shirt, helping you remove it. The cold air hitting your now exposed chest made you shiver. "No bra? Naughty." He smirked.

"I'm not the one who came out only his his boxers."

"Touché." He tossed your shirt onto the ground and soaked in the view below him. The perfect lighting leaking through the blinds illuminated everything in just the right way. James licked his lips, "You are gorgeous, doll."

"You're pretty handsome yourself." You smile, which made him smile.

"Let me treat you like a goddess. Let me repay the favor." Without another word James attacked your neck with his mouth, nipping and sucking on the area. He continued leaving love marks from your neck down to your chest slowly. The sensation made you moan as tingles went through your body. You felt yourself getting wetter as he continued to leave hickies on your chest.

Bucky used his non-vibranium hand to cup your right breast, kneading it gently. Maintaining eye contact with you his leans his head down to your free breast before giving your raised nipple a quick lick. The feel made your body shake ever so slightly, making him smirk at the reaction. He did it again, although this time slower before latching on, using his tongue to swipe over the sensitive bump.

"Bucky-" You gasped. You felt heat slowly build in your core, not enough to have you screaming, but enough to feel pleasurable. "That feels so good." He continued giving your tender breasts and nipples attention, slowly building you up.

"Lets get these pajama shorts off." He sat up again, moving himself lower on the bed. He gripped the waistband of your shorts and began slowly removing them while you lifted your legs to help. Discarding them like your shirt, he tosses those articles of clothing to the floor. You were left with just your panties

His hands take your knees and help spread your legs farther a part, soaking in the view of your body spread out. His mouth found its place on your in thigh. He left small kissed, sometimes little bites, and he dragged his mouth closer and closer to your wet pussy. "I want to taste you doll, is that alright?"

"Y-yes Bucky, please." You begged, adjusting your hips ever so slightly. "I want to feel you more."

"As you wish." He smirked. Before he removes your panties he places soft kissed over the fabric covering your pussy. You stifle a moan, as he continued to tease you against the fabric. When he was done, he remove your underwear with ease.

"You are stunning, absolutely stunning." His hand found its way to your slit. He gently  brushed his fingers over your sensitive skin, making your body twitch ever so slightly. "You're so wet for me, already." His tongue slowly and softly dragged around your vagina and clit, the teasing is back on.

"A-Ah!" You quietly moaned, trying to keel your voice down. You moan again when you felt one metal finger enter slowly while his mouth latched to your clit. One of your hands reached down to grip his hair as he began to finger and play with your clitoris.

The pleasure had your curling your toes. You had to bite your lip to hold back from moaning loudly. You didn't feel like waking up the others.

Another finger entered as he started to speed up his motions, his tongue and mouth still on your clitoris.

"That feels so good." You said with an airy tone as he continued to work.

"You taste divine." His breath against your sensitive skin made you your thighs clamp around his head. The pleasure was building up and you felt like your were close to cumming.

"J-James, - oh god!" You kept your voice down but the work he is doing to your clit made it hard to stay quiet. "Fuck-"

James give your clit one last lick before sitting, removing his fingers in the process. He then licked his fingers clean as he stared down at your panting body. He could feel his cock wanting to be free from his boxers so he removed them, letting his large erection out. He watched you squirm as you awaited for his touch again.

"Do you want my dick inside you, doll?"

"Ye-yes please." You begged, wiggling your hips for him. "Please!"

"God your so hot." He leaned back over you, placing a sloppy kiss on your mouth. You could taste yourself on his lips. Lining himself up to your entrance he looked to you. "Ready?"

"Yes!" He smiled, and slowly slide his cock inside you. You gasp as you feel him stretch you out, tears stinging your eyes. He stopped once he was fully in, letting you have a moment to get adjusted. "I don't know how I'll keep my voice down."

"Bury your face into my neck, I want to hear you moan my name."

You did what he suggested, you wrapped your arms around his torso while he used his vibranium arm to stay stable and his other arm around your head to keep himself close to you. His body was completely on top of yours.

"You can move now."

James slowly moved his hips away, almost entirely removing his cock from you except the tip before thrusting back in. Your moan was successful smothered by his body. He continued thrust himself inside your pussy, the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room.

"O-Oh James- yesyesyes," You mewl. "You feel so good." You heard him let out a husky groan in your ear.

"I love it when you say my name, (Y/N)." He whispered in your ear as he kept his pace. You continue to moan out his name, gripping him tight as his thrust got faster. "Fuck, your so tight."

"Shit- faster!" You begged and he obliged. "You're so good to me Bucky. You-you're perfect." You could feel his thrust starting to gst sloppy as you felt waves of pleasure course through your body.

"Baby you make me crazy." He moaned. You could feel his hand make its way down to your clit, and your body arches against his as he pressed down on the sensitive bud. He practically started pounding your pussy as he moaned in your ear.

"James I'm gonna- I'm so close!" You cry out as the the feeling kept building.

"Do it, cum for me."

It was like everything in your body started shake as the pressure finally snaps in your core. You bury your face into his chest and moan his name as blinding, white hot pleasure filled your being. Your walls tighten around his cock  and you feel him start to tense.

His thrusts became harder before he finally released his thick cum inside of you before collapse onto of you, panting. Both of you were sweaty and breathing hard, but neither of you moved. The feeling of his cock inside you, twitching, was extremely hot.

"You're amazing, (Y/N)." He grinned, making you smiled.

"You're the best damn thing in my life, James."

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You woke up naked the next morning, curled up to an equally naked, sleeping Bucky. You smiled, remembering last nights confession and everything after that. You watch him sleep for a moment before deciding to slip out of bed to make everyone breakfast. You throw on the pajamas you wore before hand and quietly leave the room.

You close the door as quietly as and turned around, only to see Frank sitting at the table reading a magazine you had lying around.

"Oh good morning Frank." You smiled and walked past him, hoping he wouldn't notice anything. "I'm gonna make some breakfast for everyone."

"Morning, (Y/N)." He grunted. "Sleep well?"

You almost choked on air, "Yes, I did. How about you?"

"Oh you know, the couch is alright but I am a light sleeper remember? I kept hearing weird noises through the night. " Your face felt on fire as you turned to face him. He wore a smug smirk on his face. "Got something on your neck there."

You rush to grab your phone and look in the camera. Low and behold, hickies were left on your neck. "Shit."

Frank snorted, "So you finally got with your crush, huh?"

"Oh shut it you grump."

"I'm just teasing you. You know I'm happy for you, (Y/N)."

"Thanks, Frank."

Frank decided to help you with breakfast, taking on making bacon and sausage while you attended to making pancakes. And sure enough the rest of the people in the apartment came out.

"They're gonna see them. "

"I know, I am bracing myself for Sam's teasing." You sigh. You go and place the plate  pancakes you made on the table while Frank placed the bacon and sausage he made.

"G'morning, doll. I missed ya in the morning." Bucky approached you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"I wanted you to wake up to some breakfast." You grinned and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.

"Did you finally confess your feelings?" You heard Sam. "I gotta get ahold of Tic Tac and Clint they owe- what the hell is on your neck (Y/N), is that what I think it is?" He groaned and sat at the table, everyone taking their spots.

"Hickies are messages on the body that can show ones presence on another-" Zemo spoke but was cut off by Sam.

"I do not want to know, Zemo. Lets just eat."

Breakfast was great. You were surprised Frank got along with the others, though it did take some talking to by Sam to break him out of his shell. You also could have sworn Buck and Frank had a stare down at one point but were both laughing and smiling.

You take hold of Bucks hand that was on the table and give it a light squeeze, smiling at him while he smiled back. Life was pleasant even after these emergency visits.

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Hey dear! I hope that you have a good time! I want to make a request, but please delete it if you don't feel like doing it.

I saved that request in the notes and been waiting for you to open them 😊

For request

First fight with brother (any of your choice) and one of them (I mean MC or that brother) thinks that it's end of relationship (because never had anything serious), but they reconciled in the end. I want some heavy angst with happy ending. MC can be GN if that is OK.

If you don't mind you can do for Mammon, but feel free to choose another one if you don't feel like write for him. Or if that would be better to write as headcanons for all the brothers. That's up to you!

I haven't been doing requests for ages. Please don't hate me if there is something wrong! I've read the rules, and I hope I haven't missed anything.

Anyway, sorry for long ask. And thank you for your writings!

(I forgot to look if you did anything similar, and remembered it at the end of writing that ask. Sorry if you already did something like that!)

Hey babes ❤ I did end up doing HCs for all of them because I thought it would be cooler (or more like I know someone is gonna request separate fics for all of them if I dont and I'm saving myself that trouble lol) I still hope you like it ! ❤ also this got SUPER LONG so its under a cut

Warning: angst -> happy ending-ish

THE BROTHERS in a fight with MC and thinking that they’re over (yikes)

Lucifer:

Everyone always says Lucifer is quick to lose his cool but he’s honestly been nothing but patient with you. He may have hinted at several things he doesn’t condone and he definitely has that ‘look’, you know the disappointed dad look, but he has held back a lot so as to not ruin the beautiful relationship you have with him. Everyone snaps, though, and when he finally did, it was ugly. He did NOT call you names, but oh he didn’t. He went straight for your feelings and pointed out every mistake you ever made for as long as he’s known you. Ouch. In his defense, you weren’t nice either. The argument ended nasty and ‘I hate you’s!’ were definitely thrown around, but none of them were meant, right? Goodness, he doesn’t know. After you left, he threw himself on his bed, literally, and just stared at the ceiling. His anger slowly fled away and he began to feel… guilty. Not necessarily because of the argument itself, but because he delivered some low blows and he knows that. Are you over? Done with him? You haven’t texted or called or talked… you’ve been actively avoiding him and he doesn’t like that, but his pride is such an issue, goodness. He can’t straight up apologize, that dickhead, but he’s sending you flowers and standing in front of your door with a sad face that says it all. 

“Forgive me? I made reservations at your favorite’s? We can talk over a nice dinner?” 

Mammon:

Mammon is known to get mildly agitated over the silliest things, let’s be real. He’s also quick to revert to the “are you dumb?!” argument, which is never effective. But he loves you and he would do anything for you so even if you do do something that he deems ‘dumb’, he usually bites his tongue. Doesn’t mean that doesn’t get on his nerves, though, and he definitely has a short temper, although people tend to overlook that. You just managed to push his buttons today and he used the “are ya stupid?!” argument, to which you obviously defended yourself, and rightfully so. This ended in a massive screaming match and him saying “Then leave! Ain’t nobody keepin’ ya with me!” He regretted it the minute those words left his mouth and you could see his eyes grow wide in shock at his own words, but that didn’t mean you stayed. “MC!” he tried running after you immediately but you were faster and honestly, who can blame you? He fucked up, and he knows it, and he feels terrible about it. Honestly, he’s crying just at the mere thought of you taking his words seriously and he can’t… he can’t bear to lose you, you know? What’s he gonna do? You’re the light of his life, as pathetic as that may sound to some…. So he won’t let you run away. Homie will hunt you down and beg for forgiveness. 

“Please, MC! Forgive me! I’m dumb, not you!!! Don’t leave me…” Don’t leave him. He will continue crying. 

Leviathan:

His constant need to put himself down is frankly, quite annoying. To you anyway. But you put up with it and just reassure him that, at least to you, he’s the most amazing demon that ever existed. It’s just facts. But a person only has so much patience, right? You can’t always spend your days trying to lift him up when all he does is dig himself a bigger hole. Who has the emotional time for that? You sure don’t. “Oh my God, Levi! Shut up! I can’t take it anymore!” Followed by “See! You’re just like everyone else! Leaving me!” and then you slamming the door to his room shut. It’s frustrating and understandably so. It makes you feel awful that you can’t even make your own boyfriend feel good about himself and get at least a little bit of self confidence and it’s so, so, so very draining to have to constantly listen to that. At this point, it’s affecting your own mental health and you just… you just can’t…. But Levi can’t lose you because he knows you’re right. He has to work on himself if he wants to keep someone as amazing as you with him and that’s why he’s crawling back to you now. 

“Look I… I know you’re right… I’m sorry. I promise I’ll … I’ll try. For you.”

Satan:

For being the Avatar of Wrath, you always admired Satan for his ability to keep cool. He prefers the relaxed and easy going life much more than the type of life people expect him to live, and you respect that. That doesn’t mean his constant need to one up Lucifer, through whatever means necessary, didn’t bother the hell out of you, though. You tried talking to him about it once or twice in a calm manner, but you always got the same answer “Pfft.. it’s Lucifer. Who cares?” And it never sat right with you. Just today he decided to pull a prank on the eldest and you had enough, standing in front of Lucifer and letting the bucket of cursed green slime land on you instead, to everyone’s shock. “What are you doing?!” Now that you’re thoroughly green from head to toe, you were also beyond pissed. “What am I doing?! What are YOU doing?!” But Satan matched your anger tenfold, accusing you of favoring Lucifer over him and oh! “You probably got an affair with him, too!” Which was a stupid thing on his part, but it looked like it the way you defended him. Anger doesn’t even begin to describe the emotion you felt running through you and had it not been for Lucifer, you probably would’ve physically fought Satan for such a dumb accusation. Lucifer took you to get cleaned up and lifted the course, giving you your natural skin and hair color back within a few days and plenty of scrubbing, and Satan felt like shit. You’ve always been there for him and, rationally speaking, he didn’t have a reason to doubt your loyalty to him, but he just can’t help but feel insecure beside Lucifer…. He decides to come apologize anyway, a deep blush on his face and guilt in his eyes 

“I’m… sorry for accusing you. It wasn’t my right to speak out of anger and jealousy…” 

Asmodeus:

How can anyone fight with the Avatar of Lust? Seriously, the guy is super easy going and he loves pretty much everyone. Not as much as himself, but almost. You on the other hand… you didn’t. Well you didn’t NOT love him or yourself, but you were just… you. You didn’t spend 4+ hours in the bathroom trying to get ready when you knew you were only going to the kitchen down the stairs. Like?? Although you never brought it up to Asmodeus, he constantly bothered you about skincare and what foods to eat and what not to eat, etc… It’s quite annoying, honestly, and at some point you just gave him a passive aggressive “Okay, whatever. Can we move on now?” To which he didn’t take lightly. He was still nice and sweet, trying to convince you that at least one of these things will make your skin glow brighter than a unicorn’s ass but you just had enough. “Can you stop?! You’re indirectly saying I’m ugly without that shit ton of product in my face and a diet that would make me starve before it helped me! If you want a skinny VS angel that barely holds onto their skeleton, get one!” It was more hurt and frustration speaking than anything, but your outburst still shocked him and he was taken aback for a moment. And then you ignored him for a week straight and as someone who thrives off of attention, especially the kind he gets from you, he can’t handle that! So he showed up in your room in sweats and a tshirt and messy hair and no product on his skin. 

“You’re right… we’re all naturally beautiful…. Wow that… that really hurts to say MC but can you forgive me?” 

Beelzebub:

Oh the sweet, sweet angel. He’s far from innocent and you know that. We all know that. But for this story, I will give him the benefit of the doubt. His reliance on Belphegor is just really… annoying. Belphegor this, Belphegor that. “Belphie used to…” or “Belphie said….” or “one day when Belphie and I….” Like why does everything have to include his twin? It’s so annoying and so rude when your significant other is right here !!! and planning their own future with you, Beel, thanks. It makes you feel less than and like Belphegor will always come before you. It makes you feel like shit, quite frankly, and who is to blame you? “Hey MC did I tell you what Belphie---!” “No! Shut up! I don’t care! It’s always about Belphie! The day you come to me and don’t let that name drip from your tongue is the day Jesus comes back to save me and we both know that will be never! I’m tired of always being stuck with Belphegor! We are not equals!” Granted, you shouldn’t have yelled and Beel was more than confused at your outburst, but you wouldn’t talk to him anymore after that so he left you alone. He thought you may need an hour or two, maybe a day tops, but that day turned into a full week and he even lost his appetite just because he knows you’re angry with him. It’s been a week, does that mean you’re over? His heart aches just at the thought… 

“I’m sorry for bringing Belphie up… I don’t want you to feel less than, MC. You mean a lot to me and so does Belphie, but you’re not Belphie and I need to learn that…”

Belphegor:

Honestly it’s a miracle he hasn’t lost his temper at you yet. Well, he partially blames it on his own laziness because if being angry or getting upset didn’t take so much energy out of him, maybe he would’ve snapped by now lol, but he tries really hard not to because he thinks your relationship with him after everything is pretty good, considering yall kiss and snuggle and fuck on a regular basis. But anyway, that’s exactly the issue. Considering everything, you’re still holding *that* against him. It’s never direct either, which makes it worse. It’s always said in a joking manner and something like “haha look it’s just like that one time you killed me” or “Beel’s grabbing that ham like you grabbed my throat” or “I remember seeing jesus for a moment there” and it agitates him. It makes him so angry, and he finally snapped. “I know I fucked up MC! Stop holding it against me! What do you want? A medal of honor? A survivor's certificate? Maybe a pat on the back for developing some sort of Stockholm syndrome that made you come back to your abuser?!” And then he left. And you may have cried both from confusion and your own anger, he isn’t quite sure. It’s just so…. Aggravating. He can’t deal with it. He knows it was a mistake spurted by his own insecurities and survivor’s guilt which ultimately led to his hatred but please, stop holding it against him.. He can’t keep putting up with it from the person he’s grown to love. He’s the one ignoring you and he won’t budge either because he’s a stubborn ass, but maybe if you come up first… 

“I’m sorry for yelling at you… I’m just so tired for it being held against me… I love you, and you should know that, and I do feel guilty about what happened.” 

[bloodycassian]

COLD NIGHTS - Cassian x Azriel x Reader - Prompt: 

hi i love your work so much!!! I was thinking a cassian x azriel x reader (i just love them sm, why have one when you can have two ) where the reader is sister of a high lord maybe day or winter court, and reader goes missing (kinda angsty) and her brother (a high lord) panics and goes to the night court for help (bc if her two bat boys can’t find her who will)  and az and cassian go full on panic mode and search for the reader, i was also thinking a fluffy cute ending where reader is just cuddling with azriel and cassian while her wounds heal take as much time as you need to write this, don’t pressure yourself. Take care lovely

Kallis would never forget the screams. The terror and panic that rushed through him when he realised that you were gone.  He sent half the city to search for you. He called upon Helion to inspect the magic. He was frantic in finding you. But it was like you had just disappeared out of nowhere. No sign of struggle, not a drop of blood spilled. The offender was sloppy in their ways, but their magic was strong. Helion could sense it.  They had a deathwish from Kallis himself if he ever found them. +  The first thing you saw were your cracked and bloody hands. They were split open from the dry cold wind. Sea air drifted into the cave. The cold brutal howling outside mixed with the roar of waves breaking confirmed your nightmares. Cape Tragedy. 

The islands off the coast of winter were known for their unforgiving nature to ships. Hence their name, Cape Tragedy. Also known as the Tragic coast, no stories were ever heard of any survivors of those crashes. If they had managed to survive the churning water, then the false salvation of the islands would kill them. It happened often enough that there were lighthouses set atop many of the bigger islands for ships to avoid on stormy days.

You coughed from the dry air, earning a pair of yellow eyes to dart to you. One of the three lesser fae males noticed you were awake and clapped. "She wakes! We've been waiting for you, sweetheart." His green skin was pale in the overcast light streaming in from the mouth of the cave. Snow Bear pelts lay all around. A disgrace in your culture. No citizen of Winter court would do such a thing. You looked to the walls to find weapons, and strange markings along the stone. Sailors from far away lands. 

Not even sailors. Pirates. A chill ran through you.  

"We're going to get your weight in gold, pretty one." The scaled male curled a piece of your hair behind you ear. Your stomach turned, and you tried to scoot away. "My brother will kill you first. And he'll take a long time doing it." You promised, trying to make your voice sound strong. Terror had you by it's grip though, and it was hard to do anything other than panic

. "Your brother? The pretty one that shears the Elk?" The green one asked. You laughed, and then were hissing in pain when the scaled male yanked on your hair. "What's so funny?" 

"You think my brother is an elk herder?" You spat "You must be dumber than you look." The males glanced between each other, then to the one who hadn't said anything yet.

"Who ye think you are then?" The male holding your hair stammered, trying to keep his panic under wraps. 

"Kallis' sister." You said with deadly calm. "And the high lord does not negotiate." 

"If you're so noble why you got such a mouth on ye?" The third male finally spoke.

They laughed.

"Maybe we will see just how much of a mouth-" He started again. He didnt have a chance to finish his disgusting words. You kicked, bending an ice spear straight up from the rocky ice floor and through the third male's body. Then the beating from the other two came. 

They bound your wrists and ankles in rope and tar. Their hands shook when they did it. It gave you a small bit of satisfaction. The potion they gave you to knock you out was just barely strong enough. You fought it as best you could, but it won. You could only hear the faint sounds of arguing then a crash of glass, then the cold winds whipping around you. And when you woke, your body ached.  The cold bit into your limbs. Your fingers were pale. Far too pale to be healthy. You knew frostbite when you saw it. Your body refused to move under your own power. Your blood was frozen to the icy ground. They had used a potion and transported you to a peninsula, and you could only faintly hear the ocean below. You could feel the potion wearing off, but you knew you weren't healing. Not yet. You reached down into your own mind, picking up the fading tendrils of power. Of your bond to the two you knew could save you. And you pulled as hard as you could manage.  --- "Fuck." The roaring thought shook Cassian awake. Bleary eyed, he glanced about the room as if there was someone actually shouting at him.  Then he felt it. The weak tug that had been silent for so long. And he knew it was nothing good. Frenzied, he met Azriel at the dining area. Where they spent the rest of the night planning, deducing a probable reason for you to be calling so weakly. They sent their worries to Rhys, but they were shooed away. "I'm researching. Meet me in the library at dawn." The two males tried to comfort each other. But the worry pulsating through the bond was too much to focus on. So they waited. Kallis appeared that morning. He spat his story and begged for help, practically in tears as he spoke to the three Illyrians. Cassian and Az knew something was wrong the moment you were attacked. Court laws forbade them interfering on Winter Court territory though.  As soon as the approval was given, the brothers winnowed to the border of Winter and started flying. + You were coming to terms that you would die in the cold. You had imagined death differently. Battle was the primary way you thought you'd die. Or at the end of a High Lord's magic for being too much of an advisor. Smiling at the memory of putting Tamlin in his place, you gave another tug down the bonds to your mates. And like a snap, they both tugged back. Almost in unison. It was hard to tell. You closed your eyes, listening to the soft waves below. They lulled you into a cold sleep yet again.  + Despite the cold, the Illyrians flew as fast as they could. They could sense your light fading, and chased it for mile after mile. Their wings cut through the harsh winter winds, fueled by rage and desperation. Then they spotted the dark figure frozen to the snow below. Cassian landed first, a few feet away. The ice cracked beneath him. "Get us out of here." He growled to Azriel.  "We need to make sure she's okay before we move."  Cassian growled, but didn't protest. Azriel understood. He felt the anguish and frustration through the shared bond. Az's hands pressed gently to your neck, checking your pulse. He swore. "Baby, we need you to wake up for us. We're here. We got you." Cassian put a hand to your cheek and fought back the tears that threatened.  You groaned in response. They both sighed in relief, their breath making clouds in front of them. "I'm stuck..." You managed through your stiff jaw.  Cassian stroked a thumb over your cheek. "Stuck? Honey you're-"  "Cas..." Azriel nodded to your side, to the ice that crept its way up your damp clothes. Azriel could have taken a very very long time torturing the beasts that did this to his mate. The rage coiled in his gut at the sight of your injuries. The only reason you hadn't bled out was the blood and water mix turning your wounds to ice.  Cassian pulled at the ice web that encapsulated you. Under the heat of his rage it broke, and broke and broke. Azriel placed small patches of his shield over your frostbitten fingers. "We're gonna get you out of here. Just stay still." Azriel smoothed back your hair, and darkness swirled over you. The change from the harsh overcast light of Winter court to the soft sun of Night court was jarring.  Madja put her hands on you and you were asleep in an instant. Her warm hands were a blessing from the Mother.  +  "She's lucky she has that Winter blood in her or she'd be dead." Madja wiped her hands off and handed both the Illyrians a small vial. "That is the scrap from a poisoned sword that broke off in her shoulder. I got all the pieces out, but the poison lingers. It may heal slowly, but it should get better."  Anguish burned both of their stomachs. Azriel's throat tightened and he looked away, but gripped the vial tightly. Cassian stared at it, his eyes murderous. Madja left without another word. "She was almost killed. And we couldn't do anything." Cassians' voice was low, with violence dripping from it. "We need her here. In Velaris where we can... watch her." He didn't know what he was saying, but the instinct to protect was overriding every other logical thought he had. Anger burned and burned in his stomach, swallowing him with rage. He could feel Az mirroring the same feeling, but with a cold deadliness that begged to simmer out of him.  "You know she wont go for that. She loves her home too much. Her brother." Azriel whispered back. "We're her mates. She should be with us." Cassian was looking for a fight. All the tension and anger of the day had to be worked out. Azriel felt it too. His shadows ran anxiously through the room.

The wind outside howled. It shifted the dark clouds that covered the moon. It seemed to be a cold day in all of Prythian. A cold day in your mates hearts to the pirates that had taken you. They spoke their rage mind to mind, imagining the ways to torture the bastards. 

How to find them would be the first priority. Azriel kept circling back to that part. + The healer cleared his throat at the door. "She's asking for you." He nodded to Rhys' brothers. They left Rhys behind in unison, walking in perfect step with each other. Their minds hummed together over that bond they shared with you. "Protect protect protect." They both seemed to demand.  Azriel knocked softly, his heart flipping when he heard your voice again. "Get in here." You demanded, giving them a broad smile when they practically shoved each other out of the way. 

"Come keep me warm." You weakly folded the blanket back, exposing some of the bruising on your skin. 

They complied with enthusiasm. Azriel's hands were cold at first, but they got better when he reached around you to hold Cassian closer. They worked in tandem to keep you covered, making sure that you weren't too crowded or too warm. Azriel summoned his cool shadows when you got too warm and had to kick the blankets off. Cassian's warm breath would keep you warm when they became too much. You traced Azriel's cheekbones, the sharp edge of his jaw while falling alseep. Cassian's muscled forearms hugging you from behind were like a heavy pillow. 

"Rest now, we can have more fun later." Az winked, making your stomach flutter. Cassian groaned and pulled you further to his lap. You tried not to think of the hardness that pressed to you now.  "Goodnight." The shadowsinger kissed your forehead and like a light, you were out. Finally resting peacefully wrapped between your two mates and their warm bond you all shared. 

[earlgreydream]

birthdays.

| draco malfoy x reader | smut | fluff |

anon requested. hi can you do smutty draco x reader when its draco’s birthday and y/n give him the best sex ever as a gift because they’re best friends

a little bit of slightly subby!draco

“Happy birthday, Malfoy.”

A smile spread across the blonde’s face. He tilted his head to the side, taking in the sight of you.

“I didn’t think you’d come to the manor.”

“I wouldn’t miss my best friend’s birthday!” You insisted, wrapping your arms around his neck. His arms snaked around your torso, holding you tightly against him. You were familiar, and warm, and he was overjoyed to see you.

You had managed to escape your parents’ home, apparating to Malfoy manor to visit Draco on his birthday. Typically during winter break, you only got to see him on Christmas break, but you’d gotten creative with your birthday visits. You knew if you waited until late at night, you could escape to him, even if it wasn’t an entire day of celebration.

“Y/N,” Draco murmured your name into your hair, squeezing you.

“What’ve you gotten me for my birthday? I’m convinced you can’t top last year,” Draco was grinning as he slipped out of your arms, standing in front of you.

“I hope you prefer this year’s gift to your cat,” you shoved down the shyness that creeped up in your throat. The year before, you’d gifted Draco a snowy white kitten, an animal he loved nearly as much as you.

“Hmm,” Draco rocked impatiently, and his eyebrows raised as you pulled off your coat. His soft lips murmured your name as you moved toward him in a black sheer teddy and black lace panties under it. 

Silver eyes scaled up your body, meeting your gaze. You suddenly wondered if you shouldn’t have done this, if this was a mistake.

You and Draco had been best friends since birth, running around Malfoy Manor as toddlers and pulling each others’ hair. You’d gone to school together, and were now nearing graduation, still inseparable. You weren’t dating, you’d never have sex, you truly were best friends. But now, it was his eighteenth birthday, and it seemed like the best gift you could give him. You wanted to, you wanted him. 

“May I?” Draco’s voice settled your fears. You nodded, stepping toward him as he ran his fingertips along the black material draped over your body.

“You look beautiful.”

“I’m all yours,” you whispered, pushing open his shirt and running your hands down his smooth chest.

“You’re going to let me fuck you for my birthday?” Draco’s tone was gently teasing, his hands trailing along your spine, under the lingerie you wore. You blushed, and his lips gently pressed a kiss to your cheekbone.

“Don’t be shy, I won’t tease anymore,” he promised, his fingers tilting your chin up and connecting your lips in a kiss. He was sweet like vanilla, and his touch was soft and tender.

“Is this okay? I can always get you something else?” You bit back a giggle, and he shook his head.

“I couldn’t imagine anything better than you,” Draco breathed, his lips ghosting the skin just below your ear. You shivered slightly, but you remembered your original plan.

Your palms pressed flat against his chest, carefully pushing him back against the bed. He shrugged his shirt off of his shoulders, looking up at you. Draco’s hands slid up the back of your thighs, squeezing your ass.

A smile crossed your face and you carded your fingers through his silky white-blonde hair. You straddled his lap, giggling as he lightly slapped your butt.

“Very cheeky,” you nudged his jaw before kissing along the smooth skin. You used a bit more force, your mouth bruising his perfect, fair skin as your confidence increased. His fingers pushed under the lace hugging your skin and you ground your hips against his, feeling him harden under you. 

“I’m going to let you unwrap me.” Draco laughed at that, excited to see your body out of the black lace.

“Wait,” you stopped Draco as he moved to flip you two over. 

“I’ll take control?” it was meant to sound confident, a statement, but it came out more of a question. There was no doubt in your mind that you wanted to do this for Draco, but you were a little nervous.

��Is that what you want, beautiful?”

You nodded, and he let you push him onto his back, his pale body glowing on top of the forest-green duvet. You let him undo the clasps of your lingerie, pulling the black lace and mesh from your skin, exposing your body to the young prince below you. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” Draco’s eyes darkened with lust, and his hands slid up to your chest. Your head dropped forward, his touch shooting electricity straight between your legs. Draco smirked at your small reaction, and he sat up to wrap his lips around you. Silver gazed up at you as his tongue swiped over your nipple, his fingers toying with the other.

“That feels so good, love,” you breathed, rolling your hips against his, pushing his boxers down and discarding them with the rest of your clothes. He pulled you down on top of him as he laid down, making out with you lazily, your tongues and mouths moving together. 

Your hands wrapped around his wrists, pinning them to the duvet. You felt him smirk against your kiss, and he pushed his hips up into yours, feeling you soaked through the black lace.

“Thought this was my present, hmm? You feel pretty excited,” Draco spoke against your lips. You hushed him and rolled your hips down with more pressure, getting him to release a breathy moan from the friction. 

He pulled his hands free with almost no effort, removing the black lace from your hips and tossing it aside. He lowered back down, looking up at you, hovered over him. 

Warmth spread through your body at the way he gazed at you. Draco had never seen anybody so gorgeous. He couldn’t believe you were real, and your naked body was straddling his. It was definitely his best birthday gift ever. 

“You want to take control?” Draco offered, echoing your request from earlier. He was careful to be sure that you were doing what you wanted, not wanting to put any pressure on you.

You nodded, leaning down and kissing him again. You moved a bit so Draco could lay back against the pillows, and you settled back over his lap. You carefully wrapped your hand around his cock, watching his icy eyes flit up to the ceiling. Your name fell from his full lips in a pleased hiss. Pride at your ability to pleasure him swelled in your chest. 

“I want you inside of me,” your voice was quiet as his tip dragged through your folds. 

“Fuck, yes, please,” Draco squeezed your hips, fighting not to just drag you down on him and bury himself inside of you.  

You sank down onto his lap, your hands on his shoulders for balance. He moaned as he filled you up until you were sitting on him, keeping him deep inside of you. You cried out as you felt him brush against your cervix, and his eyes snapped open. 

“You’re so tight... fucking killing me,” Draco moaned, making a lazy smile pull at your lips. 

You started bouncing up and down on him, rolling your hips as you fucked yourself on your best friend, sending waves of pleasure washing through him. Draco groped you, lifting his hips to meet you, feeling your velvety walls tighten around him as shocks of arousal sparked through you. 

“Want to hear you scream as I fill up this tight little pussy, Y/N,” Draco practically begged, thrusting up into you as your hips dropped. You didn’t need any more encouragement, high-pitched broken attempts of his name tearing from your chest. 

“That’s it, love, keep bouncing on me like that, you feel so nice and warm around me,” Draco loved your reaction to his words, grinning as your movements started to falter.

He was surprised when you pushed down on his chest, balancing your weight and moving a bit faster. He let go of your hips, letting his touch slide up to your chest.

Draco knew he couldn’t hold out much longer, and he could tell you were close too by the way that your arms trembled and you struggled to hold yourself up.

“You’ve got to pull off-” Draco’s warning was strangled as he fought off his orgasm that was being encouraged by your cries of pleasure.

“It’s okay, I used a spell... you can just come inside of me!” You got out, pulling on his blonde hair as you came around him suddenly, the ecstasy crashing over you violently.

Your own orgasm dragged Draco over the edge with you, and you felt him spill over as you collapsed on his chest. You struggled to catch your breath, your mind clouding with the feeling of him coming deep inside of you.

“Fuck, Draco,” you panted, moaning as he slid out of you, holding your body tightly against his.

You laid there together, breathing and clearing the haze of your post-orgasmic bliss. You stirred as Draco reached over for his wand, cleaning the two of you up with a simple spell.

“Happy birthday,” you whispered shyly, and he held your jaw and kissed you, tenderly this time. His heartbeat was steady under your hand, his breathing the only sound in the quiet room.

“Thank you, love,” his fingers carded through your hair, kissing your face softly.

“This has definitely been the best one so far,” Draco grinned against your cheekbone, his eyelashes tickling your face and making you giggle. You pushed his face away, sitting up on his lap. He leaned forward and lightly kissed your skin, before moving you off of his lap and onto the duvet. 

You pouted at him, and Draco shook his head before giving you another kiss. 

“I’m just getting clothes for us.”

He slipped an oversized black cashmere sweater over your head, the soft fabric warming your cool skin. Draco dragged sweats up his legs before pulling the blankets back and helping you into bed.

“You’re letting me stay?” You teased, acting flattered.

“I wouldn’t let you leave,” he snuggled into your arms, burying his face in your chest. 

“No? Do you think maybe we could do it again?” you whispered. 

“Only if we get to do it forever.” Silver eyes held yours, holding his breath for an answer.

“I can give you forever.”

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Day 31: Veritaserum

186 days.

That's how long Draco had been held in the Department of Mysteries, trapped in a cell that barely left him enough room to lie down except when they came to take him out and interrogate him.

Draco'd relived the horrors of the past two years, over and over through their invasive questioning, through their digging around in his mind, through the imperious curse, and most recently through a stint of days spent with veritaserum flowing through his veins.

He heard their footsteps coming down the hallway, their voices recapping what they'd learned so far. Day 6 of veritaserum. He used his nail to scratch another line in the wall next to his thin mattress.

187 days.

Then he heard a third voice, a voice he would have recognized anywhere. "Veritaserum?" Potter asked, sounding incredulous for some reason. "But that's illegal."

"Auror Potter, I'll remind you that you're out of your jurisdiction here. You have no say in what happens or the means used to collect intelligence that is invaluable when it comes to protecting future generations."

"And," the man, whose breath always smelled stale and turned Draco's stomach, added, "There are no 'laws' during wartime when we need to catch criminals."

"The war is over," Potter replied, voice sharp and something in the pit of Draco's stomach thrilled at that.

"Out of your jurisdiction," the woman reminded.

A moment later, there was a sharp rap of a wand against the metal bar of his cell and the man called, "Let's go, Malfoy."

He stood, moving toward the door with his head down, and that was when he felt it; the crackle of Potter's magic around him like static electricity.

Draco couldn't resist looking up at that, meeting Potter's eyes. The green was blazing, he's furious and Draco wondered what (or whom) that fury was directed at. His fists were clenched at his sides, shoulders stiff.

Even with all of the obvious tension, Potter looked good, Draco thought; healthy, strong, handsome, like he had the entire world at his feet. Which, to be fair, he probably did. He wondered what Potter saw when he looked at him.

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"Move," the woman snapped and Draco dropped his gaze from Potter, his thoughts weren't his own, not really. He couldn't afford to allow even more trouble in his mind.

He staggered down the hall, his legs feeling like they were made out of jelly, and flinched when the door to the white room opened and bright, sterile light spilled out over him. Draco made his way in and sat down in the same chair he always sat it, the shackles immediately chaining his wrists and ankles down. He fought the inevitable wave of panic as the woman walked over.

"Drink," she instructed, holding a vial to his lips.

He clenched his hands but did as he was told because it only made things worse when he didn't comply. The veritaserum flooded his mind, making his mouth feel loose and his mind feel unpleasantly open.

"Last time we talked about the treatment of muggles and muggleborns in your home under He-who-must-not-be-named, do you remember?"

"Yes," he replied.

"Today we'd like to hear about your complicity," the woman said. "We want to hear about everything that you did and that other people did to people who opposed you."

"What was it like to live in your home with He-who-must-not-be-named?"

"Horrible," Draco answered honestly, trying to keep the thoughts and memories at bay as long as he could. "I lived like a prisoner."

"The truth!" the man demanded, even though Draco couldn't have lied if he wanted to. He drew his hand back, preparing to strike Draco and Draco closed his eyes, bracing himself for the impact.

Then there was a surge of magic so strong that it made Draco breathless. He waited for the inevitable pain but there was nothing and when he opened his eyes it was to see that both of the unspeakables had collapsed forward onto the table and Potter was standing in front of him.

"Malfoy," he said and the tone of his voice made it seem like it wasn't the first time he'd said it. "Come on," he urged. "We don't have much time."

He reached out and Draco took his hand uncertainly. This couldn't be real, could it?

"Malfoy," Potter pleaded, "Please, we have to go."

Draco staggered to his feet and followed the other man down a winding set of hallways, through moving doors, and all manner of strange things before they reached a passage that wasn't dark and vaguely terrifying.

"Here," Potter said, handing him a vial. "It's polyjuice potion. You're going to look like unspeakable Harrison. Once you look like him, we're just going to walk straight out, do your best to look calm. As soon as we're outside I'm going to apparate us."

"Potter," he finally managed, "Why are you doing this?"

Potter looked at him then, really looked at him, "Can we talk about this later?" he asked. "I swear I'm not trying to trick you," he added. "Please. Just let me help you."

At this point, what did Draco have to lose? What could be worse than this? He took the potion from Potter's hand and quickly swallowed it down, trying not to gag at the unpleasant taste as his body shifted and changed.

"Keep your head down," Potter said, "Don't answer any questions. You'll still have the veritaserum in your bloodstream."

Draco nodded and Potter opened the door, it was like he morphed into a completely different person. He smiled jovially as he strode across the foyer, waving and greeting people every step of the way. Every eye in the room was on Potter and it made Draco's skin crawl to have attention focused so near to him.

It felt like an eternity but it couldn't have been more than 45 seconds before they were out of the door and Potter was offering him his elbow, "Harry Potter lives at Number 12 Grimmauld Place," he murmured.

And before Draco could ask what the bloody hell he was talking about, Potter was apparating the two of them away. They landed in the Black Ancestral Home and Draco was shocked. And confused.

So confused.

"Hold on," Potter said. "We're not out of the woods yet. Too many people know about this place." He picked up a copy of a book called Treasure Island off the side table. "Portkey," he explained quickly, "Hold on." And then as almost an after thought, he added, "Harry Potter lives at 4 Oceanview Lane."

Draco took the other side of the book and felt the hook and tug behind his belly button as they were moved through time and space.

This time when they landed, it was in soft, soft sand, and Draco staggered, trying to catch his balance. Potter clasped his elbow to steady him, "Alright?" he asked softly.

Draco nodded, "Yes," he found himself compelled to add, the Veritaserum still hadn't quite faded from his veins.

"Come on," Potter said, giving him a gentle tug toward a little cottage just up the beach.

It was a lovely little house, lots of windows and glass doors overlooking the ocean. The walls were painted in cool beiges and light blues and white curtains fluttered in the breeze.

"Are you hungry?" Potter called over his shoulder after he kicked off his shoes and headed deeper into the house.

"Starving," Draco replied and Potter turned to look at him, frowning.

"When is the last time you ate?"

He shook his head, "I don't know. Time passed funny in there. I tried to keep track," he said, "but I don't really know."

Potter's frown deepened, "Come on. Let me show you your room," he said. "I picked up some clothes for you but we'll have to go shopping later so you an pick out what you like."

"Potter," he said as he followed the other man toward the back of the house, "I don't understand."

"You're free, Draco," the other man said. "Well, not entirely because they'll be looking for you. But you're safe here, safe with me. I won't let them find you and I won't let them take you back," he added with a firm nod.

"Potter," he called again, "This doesn't even make sense."

"Please," Potter said, as though he was well aware of how little sense this all made. "I just," his shoulders slumped a bit, "I found out they were keeping you locked up in there like," he shook his head, "Like some-"

"Criminal?" Draco offered.

"Worse," Potter said, shaking his head. "And it was wrong and no one would listen to me. So this is the best I can do," he said, gesturing at the cottage around him. "A little house in the Seychelles. No one even knows this place exists except for Ron and Hermione," he added.

"i don't understand," Draco said, leaning against the wall to support himself.

"I know," Potter said, "Just. Can you trust me for now? We can talk about it more when you're not so exhausted. Come in," he added, gesturing to the room.

Draco stepped through the door to a room with hardwood floors and white walls, with a sliding glass door that lead out into the sand and the ocean beyond. The bed was covered in soft white bedding and a door at the side of the room led to a bathroom with a proper bathtub and a shower.

He was dreaming, he had to be.

"There are some things in the drawers over there for you to wear," Potter said, sounding a touch anxious. "We'll find you things you like better whenever you're ready."

He stepped over and reached out a hand to touch the bed but pulled up short when he caught sight of his filthy hands. "This is for me?" he asked, looking over at Potter.

"Yeah," he said, nodding. "There's a second room across the hall that I'm in, if you'd rather have that one, but I thought you might like to be able to see the ocean."

"I don't know what to say," he said.

"Say you'll stay," Potter asked. "At least until we can get your name cleared."

"I don't think that's ever going to happen."

Potter sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face. "Maybe, but can we just cross that bridge when we get there?" he asked.

"Okay," Draco said because this was all so strange, everything felt surreal, but Potter seemed to breathe a sigh of relief at his acquiescence.

"I'll go make us some lunch," he said quickly. "Do you want to freshen up first?"

Draco nodded, "If that's okay?"

"Yeah," Potter said, nodding, "Yeah. Anything you want." He gave Draco a little smile, "Towels are in the cupboard on the left when you go into the bathroom; there's soap, shampoo, conditioner, and the like in the shower," he added. "I'll be in the kitchen. Just shout if you need anything."

Draco watched him go, still very confused. But for the first time in a very long time, just a little bit hopeful.

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