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constantlyunlightening · 4 years ago

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Work, work, work

Day 15: Cockwarming

Warnings/Other Kinks: Anxiety/Depression implications and mentions (Doppo is just like thattt), Doppo kinda snaps at the end, office sex/sex at work, dubcon (there's not explicit consent in this so I'm going to put it just in case but the reader and doppo are in a relationship and I meant for this situation to be consensual, but Doppo's anxiety in this situation made it seem kind of sus)

I have nothing but Hypmic on the brain. I love feral screaming Doppo. Would highly recommend listening to him belly scream here. :D I really do want the best for this boy tho. I love him so muchhhh.

Disclaimer: 18+ years and older to read. All characters in this work are 20 years or older. This is a fictional depiction of a relationship and is not meant to be mimicked in real life. I do not condone cockwaming your partner in their place of work irl.

It was always work, work, work with him. Well, work and rapping but Doppo hardly ever talked about his Matenro. It was always about his balding asshole of a boss, his terrible coworkers and work, work, work.

You knew he was a workaholic. You knew that when you fell in love with the guy. But geez. Time for him to learn that self care was a priority.

You had stormed to his office after having spent two hours - past the time he was supposed to get off - waiting for him at home. This overtime was bullshit. The man worked himself to the bone. And he didn't know how to say no. You worried about him! It was the reason why you marched right over to the cubicle. The place was deserted, all except for poor Doppo, sitting at his desk pinching the bridge of his nose and surrounded by paperwork.

"What the hell is all this?" You asked as you came up behind him and you almost felt bad watching as the man let out a shout, jumping out of his seat and scrambling like a frightened rabbit. A few of the papers he had on his desk got caught up in his whirlwind and dusted around the room - a fact you assumed Doppo would be disgruntled about later, but he looked far too nervous right now as he took labored breaths and let wide eyes take in your form.

"Wh-what are you doing here?"

".... You're being worked too hard if the sound of your girlfriend's voice is enough to panic you," you quipped back, ignoring his question for now as you bent over to try to help organize some of the scattered documents that had fallen to the floor. Let him have the time to bring his breathing back to normal. You were mainly pissed at his job for overworking him - not so much him. Didn't need to go give him a heart attack. "You're here late again. I was checking in on you." A pile of paperwork stacked against your chest, you moved over closer to him to set it down on the desk and took your time eyeing the assortment of work he had lying around. This couldn't all be his. Some of them must be pawning off their work, and Doppo just so happened to be the biggest doormat around. A sigh heaved from your lips, and you didn't miss the way Doppo shuddered. How could you? The man tensed up like he was being shot by lightening. "Looks like it was a good thing I did too. This work would have kept you here all night if someone didn't come to stop you."

"I'm sorry!" You weren't surprised but the volume of his apology made you jump and as he started to spew off more and more apologies, you quickly grabbed him by the tie and yanked him in, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. You weren't trying to invalidate his feelings by cutting him off, but there was no reason for him to be panicking like he was. And luckily, kisses from you always seemed to soothe him - at least as soothed as someone like Doppo could be.

"Baby," you purred gently, pulling your lips from his and watching the way his cheeks lit up with a dusting of pink. Always so stressed, this one. But the face he made after you kissed him made your heart flutter. Dumbfounded but he still managed to swoon in subtle ways - those aquamarine eyes zoomed in on you like you were treasure. The simple strokes you gave to his hair made him melt - the tension zapped out of his shoulders and he almost started to slump into you. "You don't have to say sorry. But it's time to go home now. No more work."

That cute daze in his expression only lasted a moment more before it was like all that anxious energy plowed right back into him. The word 'work' was enough to flip a switch with him. "That's not right! I have a whole ton of it!" His arm extended outward, waving at the stacks piled high. "I'm sorry but I have more work to do. I'll finish as soon as I can but - I gotta do this or my crazy boss will pile even more work on me! Or I'll lose my job or worse I-ll-"

"Doppo!" You cut him off and tried to calm him down. It worked to some extent but only enough to keep him from screaming or spiraling into one of his crazes. You didn't convince him to stop working though and eventually you had to settle for watching him drown himself in the work in front of him, trying to suppress your groans.

You loved the man. But really?

Playing the waiting game wasn't something you were interested in though. Which is why, after a bit of working, you somehow managed to not only weasel your way into his lap but you also got his cock out of his pants, stroking it just enough to get him riled up as you watched him try not to panic.

"You can't just do that-"

"I just did. Don't worry. The cameras can't see in here. It's fine," you coaxed, letting him stay nervous anyway as you pushed your panties to the side from underneath your skirt causing him to visibly gulp. But he wasn't pushing you off.

"I have to work," he declared, whispers on the verge of being shouts fell from his lips but cut off into a whimper as the head of his dick was suddenly being warmed up by the heat of your body as you slowly sank down onto him - taking him in inch by inch.

It wasn't until you were fully seated to the hilt, listening to his breath hitch that you gave a tiny huff. "Then work." And your body stilled. No movement other than the flutter and clench of your walls against your hung lover, letting your eyes watch his flustered face. He clearly didn't know what to say and you watched as his gaze flickered around like a chicken with its head cut off - to your face, to his paperwork, to where your bodies were joined and then anywhere but you. Good. Get him riled up. He was panicking but you could feel him twitch inside of you, like he was anticipating for you to move - waiting for it. But you kept your hips locked in place as you leaned in and rested your head on his shoulder. "Work, Doppo. Just giving you some motivation for when you finally get done." Your voice was much to kindly for someone who just pulled somebody's dick out in the middle of a public office. But it managed to keep him from tipping over his brink just yet. Poor thing always got so worked up. Your physical actions may not be helping that necessarily, but your voice always seemed to soothe him over, even if it was only a little at a time.

"H-how?" You listened to him practically squeak, shifting under you and instantly giving a whine at the slight push against your walls. How was he supposed to work when you were on him like this? How was he supposed to concentrate when you were constricting around him? When you were filling him with molten lava from the bottom up?

With feather light kisses, you trailed a line across his neck, trying to remain still on the cock that was stretching out your insides - forcing the urge to bounce on him like a pogo stick until you both lost even the capability to think of work. You would behave somewhat for now though. Doppo could get his work done. You could get some form of closeness in the meantime. Besides, maybe a good vise grip on him could speed up the process? Or make him say 'fuck it' altogether - hopefully, literally fuck it. "Just work, Doppo. Since it's so important. Ill wait," you cooed, almost as if you were being thoughtful. Too sweet for him to argue and you listened to him give a defeated groan of a sound before he tried to level out his breath and refocus.

Oh, but that was easier said than done. Doppo had restarted on the paperwork, working around you as your warm body nuzzled into his chest. He usually felt like he was suffocating at work but right now, it felt like your body was trying to strangle the life out of him from somewhere other than the neck. How were you so tight? How come velvety walls were squeezing down on him over and over again without either of you even moving? You were starting to leak out around him, a sticky mess starting to spill out onto his lap slowly - torturous. Maybe you were actually trying to be sweet. Maybe you were actively trying to mess with him. But either way, it was kicking up a bad habit within him. He would reach for another stack, shifting in the chair and causing the tiniest of mewling to escape from your lips. It was a blissful sigh here, a hitched breath there, a tiny hum into his chest and it was going to break him. He was supposed to be focusing but at this rate, he was going to start making mistakes on his work.

You were causing him to silently work himself up. Each climb of his emotions resulted in a string of jitters, and in return had your body clenching even tighter on him. How could you even feel like that? He choked, tugging at his tie to try and gasp for air. You were messing with him. You had to be. You must be mad he wouldn't leave. This was his retribution. To be strangled by your wet cunt over and over without reprieve- without any motion for relief. Well, fuck that. He may love you. But he worked far to hard day in and day out. Pent up didn't even begin to describe it. If you were going to try to rile him up like that, then he would give you riled up because he couldn't take it. Not a second longer. Not with that familiar primal darkness beginning to flare inside him.

His body rocked and you instinctively lifted your head from his chest to peer up at him, the first actual movement he had made since you had sat on him. "Are you okay?"

"O-okay?" He was stuttering his words but unlike his panic from before, this time he sounded angry. It wasn't a tone he took entirely too often. But you knew Doppo. You knew if his buttons were pressed enough, he would snap. He was tea kettle, getting hotter- "how do you except me to be okay-" and hotter "- when your purposely trying to make me-" until he screamed "-loose my fucking mind!?"

You only had enough time to widen your eyes before he flew out of his chair, taking you with him and slamming you onto his desk. The noise he made was positively feral - teetering between a growl and a scream - and without a warning, he was wrecking you, bludgeoning into you with a speed you hadn't even been aware he was capable of.

"D-D-Doppo!" You were trying to talk but the sudden thrusting was knocking out your capabilities to think. You had been stretched out and horny for a while now but at this pace you couldn't keep up. You were trying to grip at his shoulders for some type of stability. "H-hang on a sec-"

"Hang on?!" He sounded unhinged - a growl ringing in the back of his throat so different from his usual meek - if not panicked - composure. "I've been hanging on! I've been hanging on this whole time! You just had to be on me huh? When I'm at work!" Papers were tossing up into the air around you and you could hear the clatter of the cubicle as he knocked you into the desk over and over. Oh, you couldn't even keep your eyes opening with the way your senses seemed to overload. "All this work - all these damn excuses to pile it onto me - and then you still come in here and give me more work. Too needy? Need my to pound you senseless before I can finish my work? Then that's what I'll do. I'll take you over and over and over again until you're out for days!" He declared, his hands clamping down on your hips and you could already feel the bruises even as the head of his cock shifted up enough to find your sweet spot, leaving you wailing out. "Again and again and again!" He got louder and louder with his sounds, growls and grunts turning into wanton groans and gasps as he split you in two.

This would teach you not to mess with him at work. Or maybe it would teach you to mess with him more.

#doppo kannonzaka #hypmic smut #doppo x reader #kinktober #mc doppo #idk what to say about this one #i was actually gonna make it sweeter #but then listened to Doppo screaming and lost my mindddd #so i wanted to tease him #and press his buttons #whoops #aftercare for this one would be sooo good tho

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capitainelevi · 4 years ago

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Togetherness

Prompt for @rivetra-week: Harmony

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There was no sign of her today. Levi wondered once again who she was and why she was haunting his dreams. He couldn`t even remember her name anymore. But Levi knew he missed her. He felt himself drifting to sleep and closed his eyes.

"Happy birthday, Levi!"

Gabi and her family entered Levi`s room with a small cake, but he didn`t seem to notice their presence. Levi was gazing out the window, and his favorite love song was playing on the phonograph in the background. Gabi and Falco gifted it to him on his birthday 39 years ago, and it was still in perfect condition. They noticed the way Levi`s eyes lit up when he saw one in a display window, but they knew he would never spend money on something other than tea leaves and cleaning products. With their allowances, they were able to buy it in time for his birthday, and Levi scolded them for wasting money on him. But they knew he loved the gesture.

Falco got close to him and slowly shook his shoulder. "Levi, did you hear us?"

Levi just stared at them. His dementia was getting worse every day. When they started to notice the first signs, they forced him to see a doctor. When they heard his diagnosis, Levi just told them to take him to a nursing home. But they prepared the guest bedroom for him the next day. Levi was family, and their daughter was more than ecstatic to have him live with them.

"It`s your birthday today. It`s Christmas day, do you remember?"

Levi`s sight focused on the window again, and they wondered if he forgot about their presence already.

"Where is she?"

Falco stared at Gabi, unsure of what to say. When his disease worsened, Levi started talking about a woman. He started asking for her almost daily. Gabi and Falco sat down and tried to figure out who it could be, but Levi never had any lovers as far as they knew. They started to wonder if she was real.

Gabi smiled at him- "She should be here soon. Do you want to come downstairs and celebrate with us while you wait?"

Levi nodded, and Falco helped him get downstairs in front of the fireplace. Gabi and her daughter went to the kitchen to light the candles on the small cake they baked together.

"We should have added 81 candles."- Sofia pouted.

Gabi pinched her cheek, and she yelped in protest- "Then you should have helped me bake a bigger cake."

"Who do you think she was?"

Gabi shrugged and took the cake in her hands- "Maybe his lover, who knows? We don`t know much about his life before Marley."

They made their way back to the living room, and after he blew out the candles, Sofia hurried to get the presents from under the Christmas tree. She gave Levi one of the gifts, and he ruffled her hair. Levi tore the wrapping paper and smiled at the sight of his favorite tea leaves. No matter how poor his memory was getting, his love for tea was unscathed.

When it got dark, Falco took Levi back to his room. He helped Levi get back in his armchair for the night and turned on the music for him. He still preferred to sleep in a chair.

Levi woke up abruptly. He was lying on his back, with the sun blinding his sight. Levi used his right hand to cover his eyes... wait, he thought. He was met by something he hadn`t seen in dozens of years. His fingers were all intact. More than that, his skin wasn`t worn out by age anymore.

How odd, he thought. Levi couldn`t remember much these days, but something felt off. Did he dream it all? Being Humanity`s Strongest Soldier? The war? Getting old?

He found himself lying in the middle of a field, and Levi took a moment to cherish all the sensations. It had been years since he felt so carefree. He missed the feeling of the grass against his fingertips as he ran his hand through it, and he closed his eyes to enjoy the breeze on his skin. Levi turned his head to the side and spotted a small cottage in the distance. He used to have dreams of one before old age claimed his memories. He dreamt of the smell of freshly baked muffins and the sound of children playing in the backyard. The best ones were of her sitting on his lap on a lazy afternoon. Yes, Petra. He could remember her name now.

"Welcome home, Captain."

The voice he yearned to hear for so many years startled him, and Levi rose to his feet abruptly. His mouth went dry, and he could not seem to get a word out. Petra was as beautiful as the first moment he laid his eyes on her. Among the recruits, a small girl with fire in her eyes captured his attention.

Petra wore a long, white lace dress, with a beautiful embroidery decorating its length. She had a single white rose in her crown braid, but Levi`s attention was fixed on the shy smile she gave him. Oh, how he missed her. His memory, plagued by the passing of time, did not do her beauty justice.

"Am I..."

Petra gave him a sad smile before cutting him off.

"Dead? Yes, I`m afraid so. You died in your sleep on your 80th birthday."

Levi sat down on the grass, taking a moment to process it all. He felt confused, half-convinced it was just his mind playing tricks on him.

"I thought this was a dream."

Petra sat down on the grass next to him. She took his hand in hers, and he squeezed it back. She made small circles on his skin with her thumb in an attempt to soothe his nerves.

"If it were, would it be a bad one?"

"No," Levi answered without giving it a second thought. Dream or afterlife, he could never be bothered about getting to share it all with her.

"I thought it would be different. I didn`t feel anything. No fear, no pain."

Petra took his hand and placed it on her lap. She could feel where the conversation would be going next, and she didn`t want Levi to torment himself anymore.

Levi averted his eyes from hers. He felt a lump forming at the back of his throat, and he barely got out a whisper- "You died at such a young age. Did you..."

Petra interrupted him again. She cupped his face in her hands and turned his sight back to her.

"I was paralyzed by fear. I didn`t feel anything, I swear. It was quick."

She could see the disbelief in his eyes, but she kept going.

"I... I wish I had more time there. But we can`t fool fate, can we?"

Levi closed his eyes, still tormented by regret. He took one of her palms, and he placed a small kiss on it.

"I couldn`t get justice for you. For the guys. I`m sorry."

Petra threw her arms around his neck and pulled him into a tight embrace. Levi wrapped his arms around her, and Petra gave a smile at how much he was holding onto her."

"We didn`t want you to. There was so much hate already. What happened to us... it wasn`t your fault, Captain."

Levi sighed in relief, happy he got her forgiveness nonetheless. He ran his hand up and down her back, wishing time stood still for a moment.

Petra pulled away from him, and Levi could see the faint tears in her eyes. But the smile she gave him melted his worries away.

Levi cleared his throat before speaking- "You`re gonna get it dirty."

Petra frowned, confused at where the conversation was going.

"The dress. It`s white, what did you expect?"

Petra burst into laughter, throwing herself on the ground. She swore she could see Levi`s eye twitch at the gesture.

"I`m serious, Petra. Grass stains are a bitch to get rid of."

She took his hand in hers again, tempted to pull him down next to her.

Petra batted her eyelashes at him- "I`m sure you`ll get them out for me."

He flicked her forehead, and she gave a small yelp in protest.

"You wish, brat."

Petra turned on her stomach, and she looked up at him with a big smile on her face while her hands cupped her cheeks. She said in the sweetest voice she could manage- "I know you can`t help yourself, sir."

Levi sighed and laid down next to her. "Fine, you win. But you`re still a brat."

Petra giggled, and she moved closer to him. She placed her head in the crook of his neck, and her fingers started fidgeting with one of his shirt`s buttons.

"I`ve missed you, Levi. I`ve been waiting for you."

Levi put his arm around her and he pulled her closer to him. "I`m sorry you had to wait for so long."

Petra shook her head at his response.

"Time passes differently here, I didn`t mind. Plus, I had company. Everyone visits from time to time."

Levi felt anxious at the thought of seeing everyone again. He hoped he didn`t disappoint any of them in the end.

As if reading his mind, Petra turned his face towards hers, and she ran her finger along his cheek. "Don`t worry, they can`t wait to come to visit."

Petra was only met with silence.

"We all get together on your birthday to celebrate. Erwin, Hange, the guys, and the rest of our friends." She gave a smile. "I guess everyone loved you. We eat cake, we drink tea, and we share our stories about you." Petra gave a small laugh- "Now that I think about it, we should have cleaned too."

Levi chuckled, and Petra was surprised to see a smirk forming on his face.

"You all do a piss poor job anyway."

Petra kicked him playfully in the shoulder, and he pulled her close to him again.

"There were also some interesting people from your past that I got to meet and become close to."

"Who..."

"Isabel is the sweetest girl."

Levi felt tears forming in his eyes when he heard that name. After she died, he tried to remember her the way she used to be: cheerful, optimistic, loud, and most importantly, happy. But images of the people he cared about devastated by death still haunted his memories, up until he started to lose them.

"She and Farlan come to visit me weekly. They help me around the garden. Did you know Farlan has a green thumb?"

Levi missed them both dearly. They taught him a lesson he cherished until his life ended: that family isn`t always blood.

"Isabel`s big appetite always leaves my pantry empty. After we finish gardening, she and Farlan help me prepare lunch and bake dessert. We always have to fight with Isabel over a piece of it."

"Eld, Gunther, and Oluo are always pestering me, of course. Just when I`m having a relaxing, good day, I hear loud knocks on my front door." Petra looked up at him and smiled.

"Even in death, I can`t get some time away from them!"

Levi tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "You love them."

Petra sighed and gave a small laugh- "Yeah, of course, I do. They are family, after all. My life would be so dull without their antics."

"I can tell you it is. I found myself wishing I could hear Eld tell the story of how you pissed yourself on your first mission one more time."

"He still tells it all the time!"

Petra felt a bit anxious about what was on her mind, and she told him in a low voice- "Your mom is an amazing woman."

Levi gasped, both scared and impatient to see her again. She had always been on his mind, the pain of losing her so soon following him all his life. He hoped she wouldn`t judge him for the hard choices he had to make. He did what he had to do to survive, but Levi felt he was disrespecting her memory from time to time. His mother had been nothing but kind, and Kenny almost managed to murder the values she tried to instill in him.

"She came to visit me when I got here. We`ve gotten pretty close over the years. She and your uncle come for tea sometimes." Petra gave a small laugh- "He scares me though, I`m sorry. He pulls a ridiculous number of knives out of his sleeves!"

Levi had a complicated relationship with Kenny. But after he passed away, Levi started to forgive him, to understand what he was trying to do for him.

"Your mother is very proud of you, Levi. She can`t wait to see you."

Levi didn`t know how to answer her words, so he tried to avoid the subject.

"How about your old man?"

Petra sighed, and she turned her sight to the sky.

"Papa was mad at me when he first got here. For dying so young, for missing out on so many opportunities. But he loves me too much to stay mad at me, of course. He and mama are reunited now, so I`m glad they`re happy again."

"You know, I got to meet him once."

Petra covered her eyes with her arm, embarrassed to be relieving this moment again.

"He embarrassed me so much! I wanted to come back just for the sole reason to stop him from running his mouth!"

Levi averted his eyes from her- "I feel like neither of us would have been bothered by that."

Petra bit her lip, the emotions threatening to overwhelm her. She didn`t want to ruin this reunion with her tears, though she knew Levi wouldn`t mind.

"I wish I could have been there by your side. To help you watch over the kids."

"Over the brats, you mean."

Petra laughed at his correction- "They weren`t that bad, Captain. They all loved you."

There was a silence in the air, as neither of them wanted to talk about what Eren did.

"I wish I could see the sea."

Levi wished that for her as well.

"I wish I could have felt the waves against my legs. To run my fingers through the sand, to feel how soft it is. I wanted to taste the water as well, to see how salty it truly is."

Levi squirmed at the thought- "Are you crazy? Like I would ever let you do something so stupid!"

Petra pouted, but Levi held his position- "Fine, have it your way."

Petra whispered- "I`m sorry you had to go through so much."

"It was alright in the end. I had two annoying brats to keep me busy."Levi appreciated everything Gabi and Falco did for him, considering them his family over the years.

Petra barely listened to him, too lost in her thoughts- "I`m so sorry I had to leave so soon. I wanted to be there for you. I wanted to support you, to be a shoulder for you to cry on when you needed it."

Levi turned his head towards hers and caressed her cheek with his thumb. "I don`t cry, silly."

"But you did. The night you lost us."

Levi felt his throat tightening, not expecting to hear that response from her. He barely whispered- "Did you see that?"

Petra just nodded, and a single tear rolled down her cheek when she squeezed her eyes shut.

"You taught me to live without regret, Levi. But I did die with one."

Petra raised to her knees and kept her head down, gathering the courage to speak the words she`d been longing to tell him for more than 40 years. The tears flowed freely on her cheeks, and when she met his eyes, she could see his worry in them. But also hope.

"I love you."

Levi got up to his knees, and he cupped her face with his hands. He used his thumbs to clear her tears away, and they looked into each other`s eyes without breathing a word out for what felt like an eternity. Levi leaned towards her lips, and Petra closed her eyes, impatient to have them on hers. Levi captured her lips, putting all of his love and yearn into it. The sacrifices, the hurt, the pain, they were all worth it in the end.

He and Petra were one now. After wandering for so long, they were finally whole.

Levi deepened the kiss, and he could feel Petra's smile against his lips. She ran her hands through his hair and pulled him closer, eager to feel him against her. He devoured her lips until they were both out of breath.

He took her in his arms and laid her down on the grass before getting on top of her. Levi kissed her again, letting his tongue explore her mouth, before moving to lay open-mouthed kisses on her jaw. Petra wrapped her arms around him, moaning softly from the pleasure he was making her feel. Levi licked a trail down to her neck before laying soft kisses on it. He whispered I love you against the skin of her neck, and Petra whimpered, the tears threatening to fall again. She pulled him up to her lips and kissed him while holding onto him so tight he felt out of breath.

Levi pulled away, and he laid a soft kiss on the tip of her nose. Petra giggled and gave him a big smile- "Do you want to go home, captain?"

Levi couldn`t control his smile anymore. He had been longing to hear those words.

"Yes, I would very much like that." He wanted to go home for far too long.

Petra got up to her feet and offered him her hand, helping him off the ground. Petra`s smile faded away at the sight of an angry Levi.

"Tch, what did I tell you?"

Petra felt panic rise in her chest, thinking he might regret confessing his feelings to her.

"It`s ruined! I`m never getting that stain out, you might as well undress and leave it here for the fucking animals to shit on."

Petra turned her head to look at the green stain on her dress, and she burst into laughter at his antics. She was a messy kid growing up, and her father always teased her about falling in love with such a clean freak.

She let him ramble under his breath as she pulled him towards the house. Their house, she hoped.

Petra lived in a small cabin with flower pots at the windows. She had two chairs on the porch, one too many in his opinion, as he planned to have her in his lap every evening. He spotted a small vegetable garden on the side of the house, wondering if she and Farlan needed an extra hand.

When they got on the porch, Levi stopped her, and Petra frowned at his gesture. Was the house not to his liking? Did it not seem clean enough?

“Is something wrong? If you don`t like it, we can always redecorate.”

Levi kissed her to shut her up and picked her up in his arms, bridal style. It seemed appropriate, as they were starting a new chapter together. Petra yelped, surprised by his gesture, but wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Shall we, my dear?"

Petra giggled at the extremely uncharacteristic sweet talk- "Of course, my love."

Levi opened the door, and he almost hit her head on the frame. He cringed at his awkwardness, but Petra just gave him a small kiss on his cheek. He made his way to the living room and set Petra down on one of the armchairs.

Levi took a moment to take in the surroundings. It was cleaned up to his standards, and his chest filled with pride. He had trained her well. The living room was small, with some shelves filled with books, two armchairs in front of the fireplace, and a table between them. The tea Petra had prepared for them went cold, but tea was tea. He would never let it go to waste.

The room filled with music, and he turned his head to find Petra in front of a phonograph. It was his favorite song.

Petra gave him a shy smile and reached out to him- "Can I have this dance, Captain?"

Levi put the teacup down, and he wrapped her arms around her. They started moving slowly, and Petra laid her head on his shoulder. He ran his hand up and down her back, and she closed her eyes, wishing the moment never ended. They danced until evening fell, oblivious to the hours passing.

They had all the time in the world.

(x)

#rivetra weekend #rwmay2021 #rivetra #rivetra fanfiction #petra ral #rivetra fic #I hope it`s okay ❤️#rivetra headcanon #my writing

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petitelepus · 4 years ago

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Yo, LL manages to save their liason from the SG universe, what's the (rescue +) aftermath like? I want to see some angst with the bots as their liason is completely broken and traumatized and quite possibly a little bit insane and won't trust anything anymore.

WARNING: ABUSE, STOCKHOLMS SYNDROME.

"How's it going Brainstorm, Perceptor?" Rodimus asked as the two scientists worked their afts off in an attempt to save you from their evil counterparts.

"Just about done captain!" Brainstorm said while inputting codes into the supercomputer they had prepared for the occasion. The bright orange mech nodded, before looking and scowling at your counter version who had been tied in the strictest straitjacket after their attempt to sabotage the rescue.

"You're all wasting your time!" They shouted before cackling like a fucking drunk hyena. "There is no doubt that Rodimus, my Rodimus threw your little liaison to others to play with. You'll be lucky if liaison will be even able to talk after what others have done to them!"

"Shut up!" Rodimus was having trouble keeping his anger in check. Your evil version had been living with them who knows how long and honestly, every mech and femme in Lost Light felt fooled by your evil side's fake facade that they used to trick the crew.

The only one who saw through them was Whirl and no one believed him because it was Whirl. It took a long conversation with Cyclonus who appeared to be the only one who believed the empurata survivor and together they had tricked your evil side to show their true dark colors.

"Alright, I think we are done!" Brainstorm finally exclaimed and he joined Rodimus and Perceptor at the base of their universal portal gun.

"Are you sure it works?"

"Absolutely. Two of the greatest scientist made it after all." Perceptor nodded and Brainstorm beamed at being called genius but the situation demanded everyone's full attention. Rodimus nodded as he called everyone to come where he was. It didn't take long for the rescue party to get there.

Whirl and Cyclonus had been among the first ones who wanted to save you, followed by Megatron as he felt it was his fault that you had ended into this whole mess. If you hadn't become his guardian then you would never have ended in such a mess back on Earth. Drift was there also since you had been abducted while he was watching after you. He had to come. Ultra Magnus wanted to come, but someone had to look after the spaceship and he was honestly best suited for it at the moment.

Taking in all the mechs ready rescue you, Rodimus picked up your evil twin and nodded to Brainstorm and Perceptor. "Start it up."

The two scientists entered coordinates and the huge machine rumbled as it collected electricity all around itself until it reached its peak and shot out a beam that tore the line between the two universes apart. The Autobots looked at each other and lead by Rodimus they entered one by one into the other evil universe.

"Find them quickly, the longer the portal is open the more it might twist our realms!" Perceptor shouted. Rodimus looked at Megatron and Cyclonus. "You two stay here and watch that no one comes or crosses the universe!"

The two former Decepticons nodded and took their spots around the tear, protecting it the best way they could. Rodimus glanced at Drift and Whirl. "We will stay together since we don't know what we are against here."

"I tell you! Murderers, manipulators, and assholes, but mainly murderers!" The other you yelled and Whirl squinted his only optic at the evil human. "If it was left to me, you would be dead fleshie!"

"Oooh, I'm so scared! Don't you think my Whirl hasn't tried that before?" Other you grinned wickedly. "I can't wait to see what he has done to my better half."

"You little-!"

"Calm yourself Whirl!" Drift placed a hand on the blue mech's shoulder. "We must work together now. Don't let them get under your armor. Don't give them the upper hand."

The flyer glared at other you, but nodded and pulled back as the three of them ventured into the other Lost Light. Everything looked the same except for some occasional dent on the wall or suspicious-looking splat of energon. They had no idea where you could have been.

"Hey?" Drift said your other self and they shot a glare at the swordmech. "What?"

"You can make this easier and tell us where our liaison could be."

Your other half grinned maliciously. "Oh, there are way too many places! They could be a wet splatter of blood on a firing range where Deadlock likes to shoot anything that moves and has a heartbeat."

"Rung could have taken a liking to them, but where there is Rung there is Whirl close by. If not, he might have taken doctor's privileges to practice some lobotomy perhaps?"

"The best thing to them maybe if Tailgate got his hands on them first. He likes humans, has had a TON of them as pets. You know when you see something so cute you wanna squeeze the life out of it? Petite things we humans are, aren't we?"

"Fragger is enjoying this!" Whirl shouted in fury, but then they all heard something. Clapping. The three Autobots quickly looked at the source of the noise and saw a dark blue mech at the end of the hall, clapping his hands together as he emerged from the darkness.

"My, I see that you got yourself a nasty case of a disobeying human there."

"Rung?"

"Eyebrows?"

"No one has called me that and made the same mistake twice." The other Rung smiled and looked at the other you.

"Liason." He smiled, "My how I have dreamed of seeing you tied like that."

"Psych," Your evil version nodded towards evil Rung, but they didn't stop there. "And psycho."

Suddenly another mech emerged from the darkness, this one red and-! Empurata survivor. Whirl's only optic widened as he took in his counterpart. The red mech glared back at his blue version and tension rose. Rodimus cleared his intake to get the bad guys' attention and he lifted other you for them to see.

"Listen, we just want our liaison back and you can have yours back." The orange Autobot said and the blue Rung tilted his head. "Really now? Give us a reason to switch."

"Well... This one is yours and you have ours?"

"Ah, you sound so juvenile captain Rodimus. Much like ours."

"Enough, where is our friend?" Drift stepped up and Rung smiled as he took a step aside and let red Whirld open his cockpit. The three good Autobots were shocked to see you there, sitting inside the evil mech's chest, unconscious but otherwise unharmed. There was a click and Whirl suddenly pulled his gun out before anyone could stop him and pointed them at the evil Rung and Whirl.

"Hand them over or I'll paint the walls with your energon!" The flyer shouted. Rung chuckled and gently picked your unconscious body from his partner's cockpit. "You wouldn't shoot us when we have your precious human on my arms?"

"Try me."

"Whirl, no!" Rodimus and Drift shouted and your evil twin laughed, "Yes, shoot them!"

The blue Autobot growled but in the end, he lowered his weapons. "Just... Give them back."

"Hah! You're just as stupid as you look!" The evil you laughed wickedly, "Like Hell these bastards would-!"

"You have a deal." Rung suddenly said and everyone froze as he picked you up. Your evil counterpart turned their wide gaze into their Rung. "What the fuck!? You're going to give up so easily!?"

The mechs ignored you as Rung approached the good Autobots and held you for them. "Take them. We want what's ours."

"You can't be serious!" Evil you shouted as they were handed to their own Rung. They glared at the psychiatrist and grinned viciously. "You will never break me...!"

The blue bot smiled maliciously right back at them. "Darling, you should know that I enjoy challenges." He glanced at your rescue party and smiled. "It was a pleasure working with you. Give my best regards to my counterpart. I'm sure he will enjoy his time with your liaison."

And just like that, the evil Autobots turned and took their leave, while your counterpart kept insults coming on everyone. Rodimus looked at you in his hands. You looked so weak and vulnerable, his spark ached. Whirl felt the same way, but he would never tell that.

"Roddy, we have to go now!" Drift pulled both bots out of their pity party and they all quickly returned to the portal, only to be surprised by the number of unconscious mechs lying around in Megatron's and Cyclonus' pedes.

"We got company so we took care of them," Megatron said and it was enough for them all. They all went through the portal back to your universe and as soon as they made it out, Perceptor shut the gap between your worlds. As soon as they were safe, Rodimus transformed and drove as fast as he could to the medbay where Ratchet was waiting for them.

"Please, heal them!" The captain cried and Ratchet took your body into his hands and laid you on the surgeon's table. He carefully took in your vitals and came to the conclusion that you were perfectly healthy. Some bumps and bruises, but no broken bones or serious like that. At least with your body.

"I don't see anything wrong with them. No matter what happened, they kept our human in good shape." Ratchet said and Rodimus sighed in relief. The sensation was short-lived as you started to come by. Rodimus was beaming happily as he watched your pretty eyes flutter open and take in the surroundings.

"Wh- where...?" You stuttered weakly as your eyes fluttered open and you looked around but when your eyes fell on Ratchet and you suddenly screamed bloody murder.

"I'm sorry Ratchet, I'm sorry!" You cried in horror and quickly twisted your body so you were kneeling before the medic and to everyone's horror you started to bang your forehead against the hard solid metal bed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I don't know what came to me! I didn't mean to offend you!"

"H- hey, stop!" Rodimus shouted grabbing you before you could do any damage but you had managed to cut your forehead as blood dripped down your face. The moment your eyes landed on Rodimus and registered what you were sawing it was like a switch was clicked in your head.

"R- Rodimus!" You cried out before you suddenly hiccupped and your body went limp before suddenly jolting up like you had gotten an electric shock. "P- please captain...! Let me go...!" You whimpered like you were afraid for your life. Speechless Rodimus glanced at the medic and Ratchet nodded, already comming to Rung to quickly come to medbay.

"I'm here!" The orange mech exclaimed as he stepped inside the medbay and your eyes locked together. Rung's optics widened behind his glasses and you smiled coyly at him.

"Rung...! My beloved, where were you hiding all this time? Why did you leave me alone?" You looked at Rung like he was your own personal universe and this sent alarm bells ringing in the mech's head. You were friends but you never talked like that to anyone. You attempted to jump to him but Rodimus quickly caught you before you could break anything.

"How long have they acted like this?" The psychiatrist asked and Rodimus placed you into Rung's hands. "It was like they were a completely different person!"

The orange mech blinked at you as you winked at him. "Will we have fun with Whirl again, master Rung?"

Rung swallowed hard as he looked at you and smiled lightly. "It's okay, I'll take you to our room and change a couple of words with captains." He said and just like the switch was turned in you, you suddenly turned fearfully of everyone surrounding you. "Pl- please no! R- Rung, no, please, don't leave me alone!"

The psychiatrist tried to give you to someone else even for a second but the moment he tried that, you turned defensive, kicking and sending everything else flying instead of letting them touch you.

Not seeing any better way out of their situations, you were locked into your old habsuite while Rodius, Megatron, and Ultra Magnus went to Rung's private meeting.

"You won't like what I have to tell you." The orange mech warned and Rodimus scowled. "So just tell us! That's wrong in them!?"

"Well, captain... The liaison was exposed to extreme situations that their mind simply couldn't handle on their own so they resorted to finding shelter from my and Whirl's alternative universe versions. By the way she reacted, I think she was manipulated to believe those two sought only their best interest, making them ignore all the red flags and learning to appeal to other Rung's and Whirl's liking."

"So...? They fell for your twins?" Rodimus asked.

"It's called Stockholm Syndrome back in Earth. It means that the victim developed feelings like loyalty, sympathy or even love towards their captor." Rung explained and Megatron groaned. "I'm familiar with those cases."

"You had someone fall for you?!" Rodimus gasped and the grey mech gave them a small nod. "Not for me per se, but some war prisoners would switch after learning the truth of the Decepticon cause."

"How do we treat them Rung?" Ultra Magnus asked, "You're the only one with so much knowledge of this."

"I'm afraid there isn't some miracle pill that could heal them." Rung shook his head and corrected his glasses. "Therapy sessions as much as I can offer and light medication incase they developed a depression or anxiety. I also must treat them for post-traumatic stress disorder that they probably suffered from other evil counterparts' treatment."

The captains and Magnus shared a look and they all nodded, agreeing with their decision. Megatron looked at Rung and nodded. "Do whatever you can Rung."

#transformers #mtmte #transformers mtmte #rodimus prime #megatron #rung #whirl #ultra magnus #cyclonus #drift #abuse #stockholm syndrome #anon #request #shattered glass

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coffeeew · 5 years ago

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do you love me? | wen junhui

❀ → genre: |fluff | school au! |

❀ → synopsis: Everyone knows how much they like each other. They know the feeling is mutual but they are just too scared to ruin it, too shy to say it and too terrified to make it formal because of the feeling that it´s just too good to happen.

❀ → pairing: jun x female reader

❀ → warnings!: swearing | mention of alcohol consumption | my first language it´s clearly not English, excuse any grammar mistakes.

❀ → word count: 3.3K

❀ → note: I don´t know if it´s offensive that I upload this while the whole situation involving some of the members is going on since I´m not part of the culture that´s being affected, if it is, please let me know and I will take it down and upload it when the apology is given. Treat People With Kindness Loves.

You raised your head from the cave made by your arms when you felt the scent of coffee coming into your nose.

"Brought you Starbucks."

Said the boy sitting in front of you and smiling slightly.

"Thanks."

You responded with a raspy voice because of your lack of sleep since you had to finish an extremely large essay for your writing class at around four am and your first class of the day was at eight am. So now you were here, with an empty stomach, looking horrible, feeling even worst, and wanting to just pass away on top of the table.

Minghao sat in front of you and sipped into his cup with that green logo printed on it. It was unfair, he probably was in the same situation as you but still looked stunning with his beige turtle neck and his light brown coat. You frowned and opened your eyes, almost offended by the fact that the bags that were supposed to be under his eyes were barely noticeable and his hair looked good even though it was kind of messy.

"God must hate me."

You told yourself while graving the cup that he had brought you, noticing that was a caramel macchiato. He brought me my favorite drink, I can´t get mad at him.

"What was that for?"

He asked with a laugh due to your comment. You sipped into the cup and raised one of your eyebrows.

"Cause I look like fricking trash while you´re looking like a fashion model on a runway, and we both got the same sleeping hours."

"But I literally grabbed the first things I saw."

You pressed your lips together making them into a straight line while raising your eyebrows. There are two choices, or he was lying or all his closet was filled with good clothes that made him look like a drama protagonist.

"Yeah, that made me feel better."

Your lips suddenly curling into a fake smile and he just laughed. Is my misery that funny?

"You look okay, don´t be dramatic."

"It´s me, What do you expect?"

The black-haired boy was about to respond when two hands slammed into the cafeteria table both of you were sitting on making a loud stud.

"I got an A+ on my Calculus Test!"

The male voice hollered making you jump in your place while Minghao smiled again and raised his hands in the air, giving the brown-haired boy a thunderous high five.

"That´s my boy!"

You looked at both guys with a "what the fuck" expression while they hugged. Were you the only one who thought that greeting someone like that wasn´t appropriate and that it could cause you a fricking heart attack?!

"Uhm... Excuse me but what the actual fuck?"

Jun looked at you with an excited smile in his face that faded a little bit by your comment. You felt a small heartache by watching how the slight shine is his eyes faded a little bit as well.

"I didn´t mean it like that! Like, I´m excited for you but you almost made me have a heart attack."

You said by standing up and walking towards the brown-haired boy and wrapping your arms around him.

"I´m sorry."

He responded with a slight murmur. You felt bad now, you didn´t mean to ruin the mood but you were feeling a little bit like shit because of your lack of sleep and the terrible headache that was starting to form in the front of your head. That was obviously no excuse to treat him like that and literally ruin the moment but you didn´t think about it and just opened your mouth, terrible mistake.

"It´s okay, just... don´t scream and slam your hands into a table as a greeting next time.”

You slightly pulled away just to see his face and give him a warm smile. Now you felt a little better, seeing him so excited about something that he worked for made you feel almost like a proud mother, except that fact that if you were his mother you would be liking your son and that´s definitely disgusting and sick and.... your thoughts were getting off the topic.

“I´ll invite you to eat meat as a celebration, okay?"

He nodded and you stood on your tiptoes to kiss his forehead just to then giggle about his surprised expression.

"I´m going to get tired of third-wheeling one of these days"

Minghao was looking at both of you with a burlesque smile. You felt a slight blush come up your cheeks and you couldn´t help to just laugh as Jun hit the back of Minghao´s head by the embarrassment.

The laugh coming from your mouth was almost inevitable. Seungkwan, Soonyoung, Solji, Jihoon, Seokmin and you were at Vernon´s place, he had planned a "party" with some friends. Actual university parties weren´t as movies painted it, just a bunch of drunk friends playing stupid games and singing to the top of their lungs to "dancing queen" by ABBA or "bohemian rhapsody" by Queen. But right now you weren´t going to get drunk yet since some people were still missing, so Solji decided it was a good idea to put the comic trio of Booseoksoon into a game of guessing songs, and jeez, the were competitive as heck.

It was really funny overall watching how they screamed and pushed each other or shut themselves to say the answer. You and Jihoon were watching from afar laughing your asses off. Everything was okay until you, being the scandalous laugher you are, started clapping and leaning to the front as you laughed, causing you to fall into your knees and end up on the floor. You wrapped your hands around your stomach, it was starting to hurt because of the constant tension in the area due to your laughter.

You felt the tears in your eyes and since you made all the attention go to you when you fell, Solji ran to you and kneeled in front of you, making you sit and graving your shoulders, she started shaking you, telling you to calm down since it was the game´s "finals" and they needed to concentrate.

You ended up calming yourself and Soonyoung ended up winning the game. Vernon finally entered the room with some bottles of alcohol and told Seokmin to go get the beer that was on the kitchen´s counter.

"There are taking way too long."

You said while looking at the clock on your phone. Minghao and Jun hadn´t gotten there yet and they were the only ones missing.

"Should I text them?"

You whispered to yourself.

"You worry too much, they said they were going to be a bit late."

Said Solji while sitting beside you and sliding her arms into your shoulders, giving you a little squeeze. You bite your bottom lip, feeling a little bit anxious.

"Yeah, but a little late is not forty-five minutes."

"Actually Minghao told me they were going to be late because Jun was going to pick him up and he lives kinda far from here."

Answered Vernon, sitting on the floor in between Seungkwan´s legs. You pressed your lips together and tried to wash away all the bad thoughts and try to concentrate on your friends´ words.

"It´s cute seeing how much you worry about him."

You looked in Soonyoung´s direction, just to see him sipping into a can of beer.

"Well they´re my friends, I obviously worry about them."

"You know what I´m talking about."

"No, I don´t?"

Soonyoung rolled his eyes with a smile in his face.

"You can fool yourself but can´t fool us y/n, no one else in this room is as worried as you are about them, and we both know you are mostly worried about one of them."

You were going to protest but Solji talked first.

"I still don´t understand why you both aren´t dating. You like each other and I´m sure you both know about each other's feelings."

The heat started going up your face until you couldn´t take it anymore and just pulled your legs into your chest and hid your face between them, wrapping your arms around them.

"I just- I know he likes me and I think he knows I like him but us dating can go wrong in so many ways. I don´t want to ruin our relationship with a breakup."

You talked out loud for them to hear your muffled words throughout your legs. Solji started caressing your back and you were way too embarrassed to raise your head and comfort your friends' faces. You´ve never said that out loud to them, only to the cute Rilakkuma plushie Jun had given to you on a Valentine´s Day as a "friendship" gift, but it was way different to say it to your close group of friends.

"It´s understandable that you feel like that, you know it, right?"

You expected everyone to talk but the voice you heard.

"You already have a beautiful relationship with him and you feel like the fact that dating him could be that kind of relationship but without compressing some feelings may seem too good to be true, isn't it?"

You slowly raised your head and nodded into Jihoon´s direction, he wasn´t looking into your eyes, and you knew he wouldn´t but you already appreciated the fact that he was speaking to you in a way that he hadn´t before. He was really reserved and you both never been that close even though being in the same circle of friends, and you kind of felt closer to him when he started talking in such a serious way towards you.

"I understand it, and everyone does, but think about this. If you don´t speak up about this and try to have something with him, someone else is going to do it, and maybe he could fall in love with that someone and you are just going to be left with the thought of something that actually never was something, you know what I mean?"

Your teeth were bitting hard into your bottom lip again as you nodded. You know that was true, and you had thought about it some times but as you looked more into it, the more scary the thought of losing the one that could be the love of your life, only because you were scared.

"I-"

The sound of the doorbell interrupted you. Vernon looked at you, like looking for approval, you just nodded and he stood up, walking out of the living room.

"Just have that in thought, right now let´s have fun, okay?"

The warm smile that Jihoon gave you made you feel a strange wave of calmness through your body, you responded with another smile, more of a "thank you" smile than a warm one, but he got it.

"hello"

The two guys greeted as they entered the room and as it was meant to happen, Jun´s eyes were already looking at you when you did, he was slightly frowning and you noticed he might have seen how you smiled to Jihoon. You just made a gesture with your hand, indicating there was nothing to worry about making him nod and start to greet everyone, finishing with you, leaving a small kiss on your forehead and sitting beside you.

"So what are we doing?"

"Are you almost finished?"

You placed the cup of tea on the small coffee table that was in the middle of Jun´s living room. He was sitting on the floor, with his laptop on the coffee table as he was writing at a pretty fast pace. He was writing an assignment for a class that you´ve already forgotten the name of. You were in his house mainly because you needed the English dictionary you had borrowed him, but ended up staying with him to, in his words, "keep him sane during this night." You sat beside him and passed your hand through the hair that was in his forehead, pulling it back.

"Yeah, now I just have to write all the sources that I got the information from.... and that´s like fifty-three different web pages."

He let out a sigh from his mouth and rolled his head, making his neck crack as he let out a small holler of pain. You bit your bottom lip and sighed as you grabbed the cup of tea and extended it to him. He looked at it and gave you a small smile while taking the teacup and sipping into it.

"Thanks."

You shook your head, indicating him not to even bother about it.

"It´s okay, but I think you should rest a little bit, you can finish it tomorrow."

This time the one shaking his head was him.

"I have to finish this now or I´ll never do it."

"Jun, come on, you´ve been sitting here for almost four hours without looking away from the screen, let yourself rest and finish it tomorrow, please."

He seemed to think about it for a couple of seconds until he let out a kind of short sigh and nodded.

"Ok, but you are going to sleep here."

You raised your brows in surprise. It wasn´t the first time you stayed in his house, but the last time you had your bag with clothes and the sleepover had a purpose, like watching a movie you both wanted to see or a series you wanted to watch together, but today, there wasn´t any movie or series or anime or event.

"But I don´t have other clothes with me."

You responded, trying to avoid staying there, it wasn´t like you didn´t want to do it or you felt uncomfortable with it, but you were nervous about it, you always were, but this time you didn´t have a couple of days to prepare yourself mentally about the fact that you were staying in your "crush´s" home.

"I can borrow you some sweat pants and you´ll wear one of my hoodies or something. Please, I wanna see Avengers End Game with you."

"Again?"

"Pleaaaseee."

He whined while shaking your arm a little bit. You ended up agreeing and now you were in Jun´s bedroom restroom. You were looking at yourself in the mirror with a sweat pant that didn´t fitted into him anymore and a white hoodie that had a weird illustration on the back, it was kind of big on you, enough for it to go a little past the half of your thighs and for your hands to become sweater paws. You were there just staring and thinking about Jihoon´s words.

"Should I say it today?"

You asked yourself in a whisper then licked your dry lips and putting the hoodie´s cap up and pulling the strings. I´m such a coward.

"Are you okay y/n? You´ve been there for a while."

You opened your eyes on surprise and pulled the hood down, arranging your messy hair and graving your folded clothes into your arms, then walking into the door and opening it.

"Yeah, I just.... needed to pee."

Jun nodded and smiled slightly.

"You can put your clothes on the desk right there."

He said while pointing into the desk´s direction. You nodded and walked to it, placing your folded clothes on top of it. When you turned to face Jun again something unexpected happened.

"Boo."

His face was in front of yours as he whispered the words. You let out a small squeak as you jumped away from him, pushing his face away in the process.

"Ouch?"

He said with a little giggle.

"You stupid piece of shit."

You said just to then start slapping his arm slightly. He just laughed as you whined about how dangerous that could´ve been, like you falling and hitting your head against the desk or something.

"Okay I´m sorry~ I honestly didn´t think you´d even jump since you don´t get usually scared with jumpscares."

"Videogames and movies are different from a human face just popping in front of your´s IN REAL LIFE."

"I´m sorry."

He said quietly, making a puppy face that was honestly kind of weird but since you were so fricking whipped for him, it was like a mortal weapon against you. You snorted and rolled your eyes and hugged him, he responded to your hug almost immediately and kissed the top of your head. And then it hit you, like, R E A L L Y hit you, the fact that if you didn´t speak up now, he could find someone else to do this with as fast as tomorrow. You felt kind of overwhelmed by that, making your grip looser and looser until you weren´t giving the hug back anymore.

Jun pulled away and looked at you, frowned eyebrows and worried eyes.

"What´s wrong?"

He asked while looking at your face, searching for any sign of sadness or hurt, but it was just blank, which made him way more worried.

"I... I need to talk with you about something."

You said in a murmur. He tilted his head slightly but ended up nodding.

"Let´s sit down."

He directed you into the end of the bed and you sat down in there, telling yourself if you were actually gonna do this. He sat beside you, keeping a little distance, you knew he was waiting for you to talk, but you felt like your tongue had been pulled out of your mouth and your lips stitched together. You gulped and cleared your throat, breathing in and sitting correctly. You can do this, I can do this.

"I like you, we both know that, right?"

You said, taking enough courage to look up and stare into his eyes. He pressed his lips together and nodded slightly.

"And we both know that... that you also have some kind of feeling towards me and that we have this weird "more than friends" relationship that everyone knows about."

You breathed in yet again, feeling how your chest was compressing due to the nervousness and your nails were starting to press roughly into your palms because of the anxiety.

"I talked about this with the guys and Jihoon told me something that has been on my head since I first started liking you."

You felt how his hands landed on top of yours, caressing and pulling your fingers open for you not to press into your palms. Your breathing stopped when you felt the touch.

"I´ve never said anything because I was scared to ruin what we already had. I felt like it was impossible for us to be more than friends because it was already perfect and the fact that it could get better just seems way too... too."

"Impossible?"

You nervously laughed for not being able to remember and pronounce such an easy word.

"Yeah... Bu then Jihoon said that if I didn´t try and if I didn´t stop being a scardey cat, someone else was going to do it. And that´s even scarier as selfish as it sounds, but not only because I had lost the chance to be with the person I consider the love of my life, but the fact that I lost it because I didn´t speak up about my feelings."

You felt your voice become shaky at the last words, and that´s when you noticed the tears flooding your eyes that now were staring at the ground again.

"Hey..."

You felt Jun´s hands cup your face, making it look in his direction, he raised it and left a single but long kiss in your forehead, then he gave you a warm smile, making you sob and letting the tears go down your face.

"No, don´t cry, it´s okay y/n."

"I´m sorry."

"Don´t be sorry, I´m actually happy you were the one that spoke up about this. If I had done it, it would be a mess. Can you imagine me literally showering in my sweat because of the nerves I would have?"

"That´s disgusting."

You laughed. He smiled again.

"But I made you laugh."

"You are stupid."

"Oh, you love me."

"I... I do."

"And I do too."

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sheerbeautyreigns · 4 years ago

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DESIRE

Part 18

Angsty Joe and Colby 😩

Gently, Colby opened the hotel room door. The lights were all off but the curtains were still open. The lights from the parking lot flooded in. He could make out Joe's frame on the bed. He was lying on his stomach, his top half on display. He padded lightly into the room, stripping down to his boxers. As he crept into bed, Joe stirred. It was almost 1am. The Samoan turned his back but remained asleep. He looked peaceful. Colby lay on his side, watching as little breaths escaped his slightly parted lips.

He wanted so desperately to be with this man but it was just too complicated with Paul in the picture. He had lured his best friend into some sort of web he had created and he didn’t know if there was any way of truly getting him out of it.

The following morning, Colby awoke to the sound of the tapping of Joe laptop. He eyed the desk by the window. Joe was sat, hair up in a knot, wearing a white bathrobe and his spectacles. He looked deep in concentration. He always looked so sexy in spectacles. He just lay watching him until Joe paused and looked up over his screen. “You OK.” His deep monotone voice filled the room.

Colby shifted on the bed. “I didn’t hear you come in last night,” he continued, relaxing back on his seat a little. “Nah, I didn’t want to wake you.” Joe got up off the seat and started towards the bed. He sat next to Colby on his side. “I’m sorry if I upset you last night. I don’t want this to affect our friendship.”

“It’s OK…I just…I just like spending time with you but…” he hesitated. “Go on-” Joe pushed gently looking into his dark eyes. “Look, you know it’s complicated now that you’re with Paul. I can’t risk him finding out about this.”

“He won’t,” Joe told him. “How do you know? He’s already suspicious.” Colby raised his voice again. “Do you want to end this? Is that what you want?”

“No-” Joe exclaimed looking frustrated now. “I don’t know what I want. I thought it was a casual thing between us but over the past two weeks, something has shifted.” His eyes met Colby’s again.

“It’s this thing with Paul. I can’t…tear you away from him can I?” his voice dropped a little. There was that feeling again. At that moment, his phone rang, startling them both. Joe looked apologetically at Colby before retrieving it from the desk, by his laptop. It was Paul. He eyed Colby before answering it. “Hey,” he said lowly turning towards the sliding doors going out to the balcony. Colby rolled his eyes and got out of bed and went into the bathroom. He shut the door and proceeded to turn on the shower when he heard Joe voice outside. The small bathroom window overlooked it.

“Well, its made things awkward. I don’t know why you would have wanted that.”

Colby’s eyebrow furrowed as the conversation unfolded.

“I know. I do trust you but he’s a very close friend.” There was a pause. “I thought this whole thing was just between us in the bedroom?”

“I don’t know if I want that.” He sounded stressed. “I fucked him like you asked me to. I don’t know why you-” A dark look crossed Colby’s face when he heard what Joe had said. He could feel his heart racing in his chest. “Look, let’s talk about this on Friday. The Carlton? OK, cool. He’s still here and we have to check out in an hour.”

Colby was fuming. He turned on the spray of the shower and stepped under.

Joe came back into the room. Hearing that Colby was in the shower, he went about getting changed and gathering his belongings. The door opened about 15 minutes later. Colby emerged, hair in a low ponytail, wearing his boxers. Colby didn’t even want to look at him. He immediately went about changing into a pair of black jeans and a t-shirt, collecting his things and throwing them into his overnight bag. Joe could tell instantly that something was up.

“You OK?” Joe asked looking in his direction. The young man ignored him. He pursed his lips growing closer and touching his arm. “Don’t touch me!” he seethed. Joe swallowed. Had he heard the conversation? “I heard what you said to Paul. You disgust me!”

Joe was taken aback by Colby’s outburst.

“Fuck. I’m sorry, I didn’t-” he started. “Let me explain-”

“I don’t know what kinda game you’re playing with him but he’s fucking with you. I don’t know why you can’t see that. I’ve been with you since day one! Would you have fucked me if he didn't tell you to???”

Joe felt deeply ashamed. “I’m so sorry man, I didn’t want to.”

“It’s too late for apologies now,” Colby zipped up his bag and shoved his feet into his boots. “I’m done!” With that he left the room.

“Fuck!” Joe cursed.

Joe was glad to have the next few days home to himself. He kept himself busy with some DIY. His mother came to visit, which was nice as he hadn’t seen her in weeks. It was tough being on the road so often so when he was home, Joe made the most of it. He was due to fly to Atlanta the following day. Based on what had happened with Colby, he had contemplated getting his own hotel room and not seeing Paul again. He was so torn up about how he had used and hurt his friend. He tried to call and had sent him several messages, all of which were ignored. Usually if they had a disagreement, Colby would cave after a couple of days but this went much, much deeper. He eyed the rooms on Booking.com, clicking on the Hyatt Regency. At that moment, his phone vibrated. It was Paul again. He had called a couple of times and sent a few messages but Joe was not ready to deal with him. He would have to face him at some point though and the fact that he was the COO didn’t make matters any easier. He answered.

“Hey,” he said raising his free hand and sweeping his hair back.

“So you finally decided to answer me?” he started in his gravelly tone.

“Things are fucked between Colby and I. Are you happy now? This is what you wanted isn’t it? To drive a wedge between us?” Paul stayed silent for a moment. “It wasn’t what I wanted. I had a feeling that you were still seeing him and I wanted to see what you would do.”

“Well he knows that Monday night was your idea and he’s pissed with me.” Joe stood up and started pacing around the room. “How did he find out!?”

“Well I’m assuming he overheard when you called me Tuesday morning.”

“Fucking hell Joe!” Paul raised his voice.

“This is not my fault! If you weren’t so concerned with giving me orders, none of this would have happened!” Joe roared back, a scowl upon his handsome face.

“OK relax, relax. This arguing is getting us nowhere.” Paul was clearly trying to diffuse the situation. “I can talk to Colby if you want…tell him this was none of your fault.”

“No! He hates you, it’ll make it worse.” Joe started “Look sorry, I know you both don’t see eye to eye.”

“I am his boss though so he’ll just have to deal with it.” Paul said firmly.

“This whole thing is a mess.” Joe sounded hopeless. “Baby, don’t worry. We’ll fix it, I swear. True, we don’t get along but I don’t want it to ruin your friendship. I can’t have you unhappy.” He started cooling off a bit. “Look I’ll schedule a meeting with him tomorrow. Take it from there. I have a lot to do behind the scenes along with a few other meetings tomorrow evening. What time do you think you’ll be finished?”

“Around 9 I think. I have a singles match with Sami.”

“OK well you can let me know for sure and I”ll have a car take you to the Carlton. OK?” Paul advised. Joe was still hesitant. “OK?”

“OK…I just want this thing with Colby sorted. It’s stressing me out.” He started pacing again. “Look, I don’t want you stressed. I want us to have a nice time this weekend. I’ve booked us a nice suite. I want you to relax OK.”

Joe nodded. “OK.” Paul always had a way of making him feel better. “What are you doing?”

“Getting my things together. It’s been a stressful couple of days so I plan on some downtime with you this weekend. No interruptions. I can’t wait to see you,” Joe smiled at Paul’s words. He was starting to feel at ease.

It was 5pm the next day when Colby was called to Paul’s meeting room. He had received an email the night before about it with no idea on what it was about.

“You wanted to see me?” The young man said entering the room. “Close the door. Have a seat.” Paul gestured towards the seat on the other side of the desk he was occupying. He closed down his laptop and set it aside. It had been a while since Paul had seen Colby in person. They normally kept their distance.

“I think we both know what this is about,” Paul started clasping his hands together in front of him. “You tell me,” Colby shrugged folding his arms. Still a bra. Paul thought observing his body language.

“Joe told me what happened. I want you to know that none of it was his fault. It was my idea.” Paul said calmly, keeping eye contact. Colby paused a moment. Paul taking responsibility? Maybe he had changed?

“Why did you do it?” he finally asked, a stern look on his face. “I know you both have a history. I can’t keep an eye on him when he”s on the road…basically, I don’t trust him with you.”

“More like you don’t trust him when he’s with me?” Colby defended raising his voice a little. “I know what you’re like. You sleep around.” He started, trying to shame him. “What I do is nobody’s business-” Paul cut him off “It is when it concerns Joe alright?”

“Look, I’ve been friends with him since day one. We’ve always roomed together. Why the fuck did you tell him to sleep with me if it was going to be such a problem?”

“I had a feeling you two couldn’t share a room without fucking so I wanted it to be on my terms. Simple.” Paul stated, matter of factly.

“Well, that’s fucked up. I don’t like how you’re treating him-” Colby exclaimed. “He’s a good guy. I won’t see you fuck him up Paul.”

“Believe it or not, I know that. Look, we’ve had our past, it didn’t work out but I’ve changed.” Paul tried to reason with him. “I just want you to keep your distance from now on.”

Colby scowled at him. “Are we done here? I’ve got stuff to do.”

“We’re done.” Paul gestured towards the door.

It was 8:45pm when Joe arrive backstage after competing against Sami. He was glad it was over. His stomach had been in knots all day about the whole Paul and Colby situation. As he entered the men’s locker room, he bumped into Colby, who was putting on his boots. There was nobody else around.

“I’ve been trying to reach you all week.” He said softly, approaching him.

“Look, I don’t want to talk about this. Not now.” Colby told him, keeping his focus on getting ready. “I have a match and I don’t need this shit.”

“Fair enough.” Joe pursed his lips and proceeded in grabbing his bag which was on the bench nearby. The silence between them was deafening, something they both weren’t used to. Colby looked in Joe direction after he heard him sigh aloud, undoing his vest.

“Look,” Colby broke the silence approaching him. “What went down this week was really shitty and I don’t think I could ever forgive you.”

“I’m so sorry, I really am.” Joe said sincerely looking into his eyes.

“I just think its best if we call it a day.” He announced. Joe eyes widened. He looked hurt. “I don’t want this to ruin our friendship Colby, please.” At that moment, one of the crew knocked and came in.

“Colby, you’re on in 5.” He called from the door. “I’ll be right there.” The crew member left, closing the door behind him. “That’s on your back.” He simply said as he left. Joe felt defeated. He was already starting to run late. He hadn’t even showered. Fuck. He quickly stripped off in the shower and freshened up. It was almost 9pm when he left the locker room and headed for the car. Seeing Colby had really messed with his mood. He had been looking forward to seeing Paul but now he just felt sick to his stomach. Paul messaged him.

I’ve left a card for you at the desk. I”ll be in the shower so let yourself in.

#roman reigns #wwe #tribal chief #fic #fanfiction #roman reigns fic #d/s #seth rollins #joe anoai #colby lopez #m/m #angst

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whatdidimissjm · 4 years ago

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Hamlaf Week Day 1 - Vampire

My dear friend @gagakumadraws and I have created a promt list for Hamlaf Week and this is my take on the first prompt!

Alex hasn´t left his flat in what feels like weeks since the incident, or at least he thinks that it has been weeks. Telling the time has become a little bit difficult. He keeps the blinds closed, so that it is completely dark in the flat, which makes it even harder to know what time of day it is. He hasn´t talked to anyone since it happened, his phone is still lying broken on the ground from where he had thrown it against the wall, after it just kept ringing. He only leaves his bed to go to the kitchen to get food, though there is a hunger inside of him, that never seems to go away; an insatiable craving.

Moving hurts, even after all this time, and Alex isn´t sure if he will ever feel alright again. He feels incredibly lonely, something that´s his own fault, but he just can´t go outside and be among people and pretend that nothing has happened. That he isn´t different. Damaged. How can he ever meet with his friends again? They will hate him, when they find out what happened, and Alex isn´t ready for their rejection, so he just avoids them. He knows that this won´t solve his problems, but what else can he do?

Alex barely sleeps, and when he does, he gets woken up by nightmares about the attack, but the sweet oblivion of sleep is still a better alternative than his thoughts when he is awake. Alexander is once again staring at his alarm clock, the time reading 1:24, though he couldn´t say if am, or pm. He is about to finally nod off, when he hears steps approaching the bedroom. Suddenly he is wide awake again, his whole body tense and ready to fight, as he listens to the steps coming closer, until they stop in front of his bedroom door. There is silence for a moment, and just when Alex starts to believe that his mind was playing tricks on him, someone knocks on his door.

“Alex, are you in there?”, he hears Lafayette asking.

Alex presses his eyes closed, while shaking his head, as if that would somehow make his friend go away. No, no, no. He can´t be here. Alex is almost paralyzed from fear, and before he can even think about what he will do next, the door gets opened.

“Alex?”, Laf asks again, and this time, Alex can´t supress a whimper.

The room gets flooded with light and a moment later, he feels hands on his chest and face, and he lets out a pained groan.

“Mon Dieu, Alex, what the hell happened to you?”, Laf asks, but all he gets in return is a sob.

“You have to go.”, Alex whimpers, finally forcing his eyes open.

He looks up at his friend, who´s looking down at him with obvious worry painting his face, what only makes him sob harder.

“Alex, what happened?”, Laf tries again, a note of helplessness in his voice.

“I´m a monster.”, Alex whispers.

He tries to push the other man away, but Lafayette is stronger than him, and instead pulls Alex into a sitting position. For a moment Alex panics and an irrational part of his brain tells him that Laf will attack him, but the expected blow never happens. Instead, Laf pulls him against his chest and carefully puts his arms around him. Alex remains frozen and tense for a few seconds, before he realises that Lafayette is hugging him. He lets out something between a sob and a groan, before he allows himself to slump against the other man´s chest, burying his face in his shirt. He is shaking with sobs and desperately clinging to Laf, even though there is a tiny voice inside his head that tells him that he has to make the other man leave.

“I got you, mon ange.”, Laf whispers, but Alex shakes his head.

“You need to go. I am a monster.”, Alex insists.

“What are you talking about? Of course, you are not.”

It breaks Alexander´s heart, with how much conviction Laf says that.

“I got bitten. I am a vampire, Laf.”, Alex says almost tonelessly.

It´s the first time Alex has said it out loud since the attack – hasn´t even allowed himself to think that word – and it´s strangely deliberating, even though it causes him almost physical pain. For a moment, Laf doesn´t react and Alex starts to think that he hasn´t heard him, but then he feels the other man pressing a kiss to his head, before gently pushing him away. Alex closes his eyes, far too afraid to actually see the disgust in his friend´s eyes.

“Mon ange, look at me.”, Laf says softly.

Alex hesitates a moment, before he reluctantly opens his eyes and looks up at the other man. He doesn´t understand why there isn´t disgust or fear in Laf´s eyes, and for a horrible moment he thinks that he must be playing a cruel trick on him.

“Alex, you are not a monster.”, Laf says firmly.

Alex shakes his head.

“You aren´t listening, Laf. I am a fucking vampire!”

“You are not a monster.”, Laf repeats, but Alex isn´t listening.

“I am a monster and I will hurt you. You have to leave.”

“Alex, you are not. I know you. We will get through this.”

“There is no “we”, Laf, there-“

“There is always a “we”. It has always been you and me against the world, non? We will get through this.”

“Why?”

“I can´t follow.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because I love you, mon ange.”, Laf says, as if it´s obvious.

Alex closes his eyes and takes a shuddering breath, before opening his eyes again and shaking his head.

“No. You may have loved the person I was before, but not… this.”

He pulls his hands away from Lafayette´s hold, but the other man quickly grabs them again.

“You are still the same.”, Laf insists, but Alex once again shakes his head.

There are tears burning in his eyes, but he knows Laf will never leave if he starts crying again.

“No, I am different. I am hungry. I feel it.”

“It doesn´t matter, because you are still the same in here.”, Laf says quietly, resting his hand above Alexander´s heart.

This time Alex can´t help the tears from falling, both from helplessness and from how much it means to him that Laf won´t give up on him.

“I will hurt you. I´m a lost cause.”, Alex tries one last time, though he has already half accepted that Laf will stay.

“You won´t. And you are not. You just need to let me help you. You don´t have to fight all your battles alone, Alex.”

Alex is silent for a moment, pondering Laf´s offer. He is glad that the other man isn´t trying to rush him to make a decision, but just sits there and watches him with his warm and reassuring eyes.

“Okay.”, Alex whispers finally.

A tiny smile appears on Lafayette´s face, and he lifts his hand to gently brush a strand of hair out of Alexander´s face. Alex can´t quite supress the shudder at the soft gesture. He hadn´t even realised how much he had missed human contact and it feels so incredibly good. He can almost drown out the guilt. Alex would be content to just remain like this forever, but all too soon, Laf tugs on his hands and Alex lets out a disapproving whine.

“Come, let´s get you cleaned up. I´m pretty sure you did not care for your cuts, oui?”

Alex drops his gaze, but allows Laf to lead him to the bathroom across the hall. Now that he isn´t on the brink of a panic attack anymore, he feels ashamed of the state he is in. There is still dried blood on his body and he hasn´t washed his hair in forever.

“Do you want to take a bath?”

Alex shrugs, but doesn´t stop Lafayette, when the other man turns on the water and adds products.

“What day is it?”, Alex asks finally, though he somehow dreads the answer.

“Monday.”, Laf answers without turning around, and Alex furrows his brow.

“How long have I been gone?”

Laf freezes and it takes him a moment, before he turns around to Alex.

“You stopped answering my texts on Thursday.”, Laf starts, and Alex furrows his brow again. Only five days? It felt so much longer. “At first, I thought your phone had died or you just wanted some space.”, Laf continues, apparently unaware of Alexander´s confusion. “I thought I´d give you the weekend, but you never texted or called me, so I… I was very worried, Alex. We all were. We all are.”

Alex drops his eyes to the tiled floor and picks at the skin around his nails.

“I´m sorry. I didn´t know what to do and I didn´t wanna bother you… it was stupid.”

Laf lets out a little laugh.

“It really was, mon ange.”

Alex looks up at Laf with a little smile. He doesn´t really know how Laf has managed it, but there is something akin to hope inside of Alex. Maybe everything will actually be alright again.

A few minutes later, Alex is sitting in the bathtub, with Laf gently working shampoo into his hair. His eyes are closed, and he is as relaxed as he hasn´t been in days, though there is still a bit of unease inside of him, that he just can´t shake off. If he is being honest, it feels a bit weird, having Laf wash his hair, but at the same time it is nice and calming. He falls into a bit of a daze, and it takes Laf some coaxing to get him out of the water again, after he is done with washing Alex, but then finally, he is standing wrapped in a towel in the middle of the bathroom.

“You wanna sit down, so I can look at your cuts, mon ange?”, Laf asks, breaking the silence.

Alex lets his eyes drop to the floor and shrugs, flinching a bit, when he feels Laf touching his arm. The other man guides him to sit down on the edge of the bathtub and Alex reluctantly looks up at Laf again.

“Where do you have your… what´s it called?”, Laf asks, frowning confused.

“First aid kit?”

Laf nods, giving him a smile.

“Oui. First aid kit.”

“Under the sink.”

Laf takes it out and sets it down on the shelf next to the bathtub. He starts with cleaning the cuts and scratches on Alexander´s face. Alex closes his eyes and does his best not to think about the smell of blood that´s in the air, that makes that insatiable hunger inside of him flare up. It doesn´t take Laf all too long to take care of Alexander´s injuries, and Alex is glad when the last of the cuts is hidden underneath a bandage.

“Wait here for a moment, will you? I´ll go and get you a pyjama.”, Laf says, and Alex nods.

Laf squeezes Alexander´s hand one last time, before he hurries out of the bathroom. For a moment, Alex just keeps sitting on the edge of the bathtub, but then he decides that the floor is more comfortable and slides down to lean against the wall. He allows himself to feel happy that Laf had found him and that he had stayed, even though there is still some guilt left. He can´t help but smile at the prospect of curling up in his bed with Laf, hoping that the other man will stay for a while, so that he doesn´t have to be alone anymore.

When Lafayette isn´t back after a few minutes though, the happy feeling from before leaves Alex and suddenly he is afraid that Laf had left after all, and that he had used getting him his pyjama as an excuse to get out of the flat. He refuses to believe that though, and remains where he is for another minute, convinced that Laf will be back any second now. He doesn´t come though, and Alex can feel the disappointment wash over him and leave his insides cold. There are tears burning in his eyes, but he does his best not to cry, refusing to let the disappointment get the better of him. It´s what he had wanted from the start, isn´t it? He manages to hold back the tears for a bit, but once he has left the pleasantly warm bathroom, he can´t keep them from running down his face. He is softly sniffling and very much looking forward to hiding in his bed forever, but when he enters the bedroom, he almost runs into Lafayette. The other man stabilizes him with his hands on his arms, smiling down at him amused, but his smile turns almost instantly into a worried frown, when he notices the tears on Alexander´s face.

“Mon ange, what´s the matter? Did something happen?”

Alex just shakes his head and wraps his arms around Laf, who instantly hugs him back.

“I thought you had left me.”, Alex mumbles, his voice muffled by the other man´s shirt.

“Oh Alex. I would never leave you.”, Laf whispers, but Alex can hear how much he means it.

“You should though.”, he gives back. “I´m a-“

“Stop.”, Laf interrupts him softly. “I know, you think you are a monster, but it is not the truth.

Alex lets out a sigh.

“But-“

“No.”, Laf says simply, and for once, Alex is all to happy to lose an argument.

They stay like this for a bit, just enjoying the company of each other, until Alex pulls back.

“I´m kinda cold.”, he admits, and Laf takes a step back and hands him his pyjama.

He quickly puts it on, before curling up under the blanket. The bedding is new and suddenly Alex understands why Laf had taken so long. He holds out a hand to Laf, who takes it without hesitation.

“Will you join me?”, Alex asks, and Laf nods with a warm smile.

“Of course, I will. There´s nothing I´d rather do, mon ange.”

As soon as Laf is next to him, Alex presses himself against him, letting out a content sigh, when Laf wraps his arms around him.

“Thank you. For everything.”, Alex whispers against Laf´s chest, and he feels him pressing a kiss to his hair.

“Always.”

Alex hesitates a moment, before he shifts, so that he can look into Laf´s eyes. He feels his heart beating fast in his chest, but after a few seconds, he gathers enough courage to lean forward and press a quick kiss to Lafayette´s lips.

“I love you.”, Alex mumbles, when he pulls back again, resting his head against Laf´s chest.

“I love you too, Alex.”

They are silent for some time again and Alex is half asleep. Laf is stroking his hair, which helps to relax him even more.

“You are not a monster. You could never be one.”, Laf whispers, and Alex isn´t sure if it´s even meant for him to hear, but it makes a smile appear on his face.

“I know.”, he gives back, and finally, he feels safe enough to fall asleep.

#hamlafweek2020 #hamlafweek #hamlaf #lafayette #alexander hamilton #hamilton #hamilton musical #hamilton fics #my writing #my fics #mine

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why-i-ask · 4 years ago

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I've been wanting to do things with these prompts for ages but I don't have art skills. So, >-< writing. Big long.

-Star Guardian AU -

It’s the sound of the old school clock striking three that draws Ezreal’s attention away from blankly staring at the pages of an old chemistry book. It’s hard to think of school when you have an alter ego living in a galaxy above saving the world every night. He Exhales and closes the book finding it pointless to pretend any longer.

“Something wrong?” Chipped the soft voice of the pink haired mage besides him.

He flinched he’d almost forgotten he invited Lux to study with him.

“No just, can’t focus.”

“I get that, why don’t we get coffee?”

“This place has a coffee shop?” Ezreal mused, he’d never really looked around outside of their shared accommodation. He wanted to explore the stars not the streets.

“Yea, It’s really cute. Also is hiring-” Lux smiled, tapping his shoulder as she strutted past him.

“I think I’ve got enough work to do.” He rolled his eyes, standing up and tucking the books back into his bag.

Ezreal would be lying if he said Lux was wrong. The place was adorable. A small shop on the corner, with little ivory tables and chairs set about it’s front protected by a brown fence decked in vines, the open sign was a soft lavender, shimmering in the window. As they opened the door, the old chimes range overhead. The inside was an array of pastels, the walls in a soft lemon, with the tables and chairs were in a checked mint. The counter was a baby blue, he stared at the array of cakes in their display trays at one side, as they approached the cashier straighten. He was a young male, perhaps the same age as them working some part time for extra cash. He looked tired though, the dark shades under his eyes even visible with his dark chocolate skin.

“Hey, Can I take your order?”

“Yea- Do you guys still do that amazing strawberry cheesecake?” Lux chimed.

“That was last weeks special, this time is raspberry it rotates every week.”

“Hm, shame. Then just two super choco brownies and a strawberry smoothie for me- What do you want Ez?” She turned to look at him, drawing the cashier’s attention to him as well.

Ezreal bit his lip he hadn’t payed enough attention to the menu; he scrunched his face up in thought, the Cashier rolled his eyes messing with a lose strand of his white hair that had escape the taming of a messy bun.

“Take your time, there’s not a queue yet.” He hummed, “before turning round to the kitchen outlet, “Tal, can you start fix up the order on screen..”

Ezreal sighed, glancing back across the small menu on the desk, his eyes glancing across the sweets. “uhm, Can I have a latte and a caramel slice?”

The cashier smiled slightly, “Sure, got a name for that?”

“uh, Ezreal-”

“Great. You tow paying separately or together?”

“I’m paying,” Lux smiled, “It’s my treat afterall, long day.”

Ezreal was about to protest but lux elbowed him and he decided against it. There wasn’t much point in arguing she could be stubborn she got that from Jinx.

“Your total is 28.50. You can sit down if you like. we’ll bring it to your table. ”

Lux grinned fishing around her purse for a few notes handing them over, before turning and grabbing Ezreal arm, pulling him to one of the corner tables.

“What do you think?” She hummed, nudging the table décor to the side.

“It’s nice..”

“No, I know that- I mean him.”

Ezreal blinked, she was really trying to set him up like that? She really wanted him to move on. “No.”

“C’mon, why not? Star guardian too busy for love? You weren’t to busy to run after me-”

“That was different. I don’t have to keep anything secret from you.”

Lux sighed and shook her head, the spacebuns she had decided to sport seemed to lag in their movements. “Not everything has to be about saving the universe.”

Ezreal huffed, She was right and he didn’t like that. He wanted to pretend it could entirely be about fighting monsters; saving the world being a hero. mysterious, adored. Yet she was right he had a real life too. They were sat in silence for only a few minutes, watching other guests enter, sit down to chat or walk away with a small coffee. Then the server approached, she must’ve also been a part time hire; though she was much more lively than the cashier. Her short brown hair tied in spacebuns almost twinning lux’s current hairstyle, which caused a grin to spread across her face. Her bright chestnut eyes glittered with excitement as she set the tray down on the table.

“Hey, sorry for the wait. Brownies and a strawberry smoothie.” she hummed, setting down the plate and glass before lux.

“Thank you! it’s not a problem!”

“and a caramel slice and coffee for....Asreal?” Her face scrunched slightly as she glanced at the cup to read before placing it down with the plate before Ezreal.

“Thanks-” He hummed, though his attention was drawn to the bad spelling of his name on the cup. He didn’t think it was that hard to spell.

She picked up the empty tray, “Enjoy! If you want anything else feel free to ask!”

“We will, Thank you...Taliyah? I love the hair by the way.” Lux grinned, leaning over slightly to look at the name tag on the waitress’ pastel red uniform.

Taliyah practically glowed at the compliment,

“Next-” It was the fairly loud shout from the Cashier that drew her attention and caused her to hurry back to behind the counter.

Lux giggled picking up a brownie and biting into it. “What about her?”

“Lux! I’m not that pathetic to have a crush on just anyone who’s nice to me!”

She laughed, “of course not~ I’m teasing.”

Ezreal huffed, sipping from the latte. It was bittersweet and hot- perhaps he should’ve specified the sugar addition and waited- He place it back down trying not to wince at the slight burn.

“but I do mean it, you need to get out more. In the real world.”

He sighed, taking a bit from the caramel square. “I know.”

Lux was quick to pick up on the irritation in his tone and turned the conversation swiftly to the subjects of school; English to be precise. some of play by a dead guy Ezreal had since forgotten the name of. She was quite happy to chatter on allowing him brief moments to interrupt with his own thoughts. They remained in the shop for perhaps thirty minutes, the snacks gone and drinks drunk before lux’s finally finished her rant.

“oh my, is that the time? We should head back and meet up with the other’s.”

Ezreal nodded standing up, he piled the plats and cups up before they took their leave.

~~~

It was Saturday evening, sitting board in the longue watching Soraka and lulu playing chess on the old coffee table. When Lux, swung round again, “Hey guys.. before we have our movie night why do we go out?”

“where? Y’know those restaurants are just so pricey and not worth it-”

“What about the cafe?”

“that lil shop on the corner near school?” Lulu tilted her head. “It always smells so nice.”

“Yeah. It’s got pretty good prices.”

So they made the walk off to the corner shop, the dwindling light of the day fading into the sunset as the approached the familiar ivory décor though it was now glowing in a soft umber from the fading light.

They entered the shop to the familiar jingle of the chimes, This time the cashier was their server; Taliyah. Her hair still tied in it’s space buns, She smiled upon seeing them enter.

“Hello! What can i get you today?”

Lulu giggled, standing on her tippy toes to peer over the counter, “a menu if you wouldn’t mind-”

“Ah-” Taliyah quickly picked up the sheet on the counter and handed it to her.

“I’ll have lemon meringue pie, and a J20?” Lux hummed, “never tried the pie before..”

“That sounds great- oh they have apple pies too- I’d like one of those.” Soraka said, glancing back to Ezreal and lulu.

“Uhm, A latte I suppose with just two sugars- and...a chocolate sundae.”

“ooh! Oh! chocolate sundae with waffles!” Lulu piped up placing the menu down.

“Do you have a name for your latte?” Taliyah smiled, stifling a laugh at lulu’s reaction as she tapped it into the register again.

“Uhm, Ezreal- But it’s spell with an E.”

Taliyah shrugged. “Alright...And you’re paying with?”

“Oh i’’ll paying, You guys can just pay me back later makes everything easier.” Soraka said interupting lux’s offer to just pay the whole thing again.

“Thanks roka!”

“Great, your total is 42.69.” Taliyah hummed, “Feel free to sit down and we’ll bring it out...”

Soraka paid and they returned to one of the booths in the side.

“She’s very nice.”

“Yeah, I wonder if she’s the only one on today, He’s not here today- oh what was his name tag?”

Ezreal shrugged, he hadn’t payed too much mind to the cashier beyond how tired he seemed and the jokes lux had made.

“Well their not too busy now so they probably don’t need that many people on.” Lulu grinned, before turning to Soraka and pulling out some playing cards. “go fish?”

“You know you always lose...”

“This time i’ll win! I’ve been practicing!”

Soraka laughed softly and took the cards to deal out, Ezreal declined the offer to play. It was more fun to watch than participate in with the way the two could get aggressive.

A few minutes passed before the counter door swung open and the male from yesterday stepped over carrying a tray brimmed with their order.

“Evening...” He hummed, a slight grin twisting on his face as he set down each of the treats before each of them.

He looked at least somewhat happier than last time, though he still seemed tired, Ezreal wondered why, it couldn’t be that hard. Just sitting in the quiet shop all day serving food. Not even everyday of the week? Maybe with school work a little tough. But it shouldn’t be difficult. He hardly notice the other say his name as he handed him the latte.

“Careful it’s hot.”

“Thanks..” He hummed, forcing a smile as he flicked his gaze down to see the name tag. “...Ekko.”

“Enjoy guys.” The server; Ekko hummed as he turned away, this time his hair wasn’t perfectly in it’s high bun but instead it was tied in a mix between a bun and a ponytail as if done up in a hurry.

“So? Still no?”

He turned back to face lux and scowled. “Come off it..”

“you’re staring though..”

“He looks tired, don’t know what he has to be tired about he’s not the one saving the world-.” He huffed, brushing off the hint she was giving him. He glanced down to his latte and blinked. Ah.

‘Ezreel’ He guess he did say with an E. Another misspelling. He shrugged it off, and moved on to pick up the spoon and take a scoop of ice cream.

Another pleasant night of laughs as lux and Soraka gushed over their favourite movies. Lulu chiming in with her own takes on each film.

Ezreal didn’t though he listened intently his thoughts were more about how he could get them to spell his name right. That and considering if perhaps Ekko had some secret double life of action that could give him a reason to be so tired; though that was more down to his own bias. Once again they left after forty minutes, placing the empty dishes neatly piled together for ease of collecting.

Returning back home in time to find Ahri and jinx had picked the movie for them.

~~~

He returned to the coffee shop a few times over the course of the next few weeks. Sometimes accompanied by Lux or lulu other times alone, Yet every time. Regardless of who was one till, he ordered a latte; he’d catch Ekko stifle a laugh at his order, or drop a smirk as he handed him his drink and with out fail there would be a misspelling; Ezrel, Izreel, Aseraphel, Esral, Ezrela.

He huffed, stubborn and determined as he strolled through the door listening to the chimes ringing once more. He approached the counter, to see the white haired male restocking the display. He glanced up and smiled,

“What can i get you?”

“Usual a Latte...”

“Got a name for it?”

“Ezreal. That’s E-Z-”

“I know.” He laughed waving his hand to dismiss him. “Anything else?”

“uhm- no-”

“Wait a second then-”

He watched the other twirl away to the coffee machine, standing awkwardly as he waited; perhaps trying to distract himself with the décor yet his interest was piqued he never really watched them make it. It seemed to make the other happy, humming- he still looked tired that never seemed to change. Though he was used to it now, maybe it was endearing he’d like to know why but it’d be rude to ask. He must’ve zoned out as the next thing he knew the other was back in front of him.

“That’s 4.99, thanks.”

He nodded, handing over a fiver as he took the coffee

“Careful it’s-..” Hummed the other, passing the change and receipt.

“hot I know, like same.” Ezreal mused, a grin spreading across his lips at the other’s slightly surprised expression.

He recovered quickly and nodded, looking over to the next customer.

Ezreal stepped aside turning to leave he glanced at his drink.

‘Easy.’ Oh haha.

He rolled his eyes fumbling with the receipt when something else caught his eye. on the back of the receipt. He flattened it out, a sequence of digit- and a smiley face-

Weird almost looks like a- Oh. OH.

He paused and glanced back towards the counter, Briefly catching the other’s gaze watching the smirk tug at his lips as he wrote down the next order.

He folded it, placing the number into his pocket. Maybe he’d use it. Maybe he’d get an answer to his question after all. Maybe lux was right all along- Maybe. Just maybe.

#Coffeeshopau #Writingprompts #Starguardian #Ekko #Ezreal #Lux #ezreal x ekko

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bromberryx · 5 years ago

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Caught- Bucky x reader

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: You and Bucky have been working together for some time now, you both seem to have caught feelings <3 You two are on an undercover mission together, but you get caught.

A/N: The idea for this came to my head in Biology/English class 😂 hope you like it! {reminder: I´m not a native English speaker, so please keep that in mind ^^}

Warnings: fluff, angry/angsty/protective Bucky, Alcohol

Vocabulary: Y/H/C = your hair color

Word count: 1,2k

***

This was the 6th time Fury had send you and Bucky on a mission together. You two were a good team and you made a good job. But this mission was different from the others, you had to go undercover and go to a party as wife and husband.

The party was settled in Berlin, Germany.

It brought up memories from the last time Bucky had been in Germany, you knew about that.

Nobody could figure out if it really bothered Bucky, he was good at hiding his feels in front of others.

But not in front of you.

You didn´t know why, but somehow you always knew how he felt, even though he tried to hide it from you.

In the hotel, right before going to the party, you decided to ask him about it.

„How do you feel, Buck?“

His gaze said more than 1000 words, he was afraid, he didn´t even had to answer the question.

„I´m fine.“

You nodded. „I know you´re lying. It´s okay, you´re allowed to be afraid.“

„I´m NOT afraid, Y/N. I just don´t prefer to get caught, okay? These are Hydra-Agents and if they see me, they´ll shoot us. And I don´t want you to get hurt.“

You exhaled. That was not what you expected. Your hand went to his shoulder, patting it lightly.

„Thank you, Buck. I don´t want you to get hurt, too. We can do this, okay?“

Eyes fixed on the ground, Bucky nodded.

***

You didn´t stand out in comparison to the other guests on the party. Women in colorful dresses and men in black suits. A look around the room gave you a quick impression of the situation.

On every door stood at least one Hydra agent- dressed up as a security guard-, even on the doors to the toilets.

„This isn´t going to be easy.“ Bucky whispered, reaching his hand out for yours, leading you to the dance-floor. His metal hand was hidden under white gloves.

Bucky really changed his appearance for this mission. He used hair-gel to get a slicked back hairstyle and shaved his beard, which made you a little sad - you loved his beard!

The music changed and Bucky went to the bar to get you a drink. Your eyes went to the other guests- trying to find this one person you and Bucky needed to kidnap. Fury didn´t tell you why you needed this particular person, but you didn´t care at all, it was your job.

You looked over to see were Bucky was with your drink, but suddenly there were two grumpy looking men -probably two of the „security guards“- heading to your direction.

You turned around, moving towards the toilets since this was the only reasonable room to go now.

From one moment to the other, the whole situation escalated. More Hydra agents were running in your direction now. Frantically, you turned around, knocking out the two guys that followed you, running into the other direction, towards the bar.

You tried to contact Bucky. „We need to get outta here real quick. I think they caught m-“

The last thing you heard was an awkward noise in your right ear.

Bucky ordered two glasses of Bourbon, leaning onto the bar table, looking at you from the distance. You looked gorgeous.

The wine red satin dress fitted you just perfectly, bringing out your curves and your trained body.

Your Y/H/C hair was curled and your cheeks shone in a light rosé.

„Sir, your drinks.“ The barkeeper took his money and turned to the next customer. When Bucky went to go back to you, you weren´t there anymore.

„Oh god, are you kidding?“ He was annoyed, why couldn´t you just do what he told you („Stay here, babe.“)??

But then he saw the amount of Hydra-Agents running towards you. He dropped the glasses in shock, thinking what to do know? If they saw him close enough, they´d surely know who he was, and that would ruin the plan.. But if he left you helpless..

It was too late. They had use a sonic paralyzer to make you unable to move or speak.

In an immense speed, they carried you out of the big hall.

Bucky ripped the gloves off his hands while running after them. His legs moved as fast as never before.

He saw you. You couldn´t defend yourself.

They put you in the back of a van, but Bucky arrived before they could start the motor of the van.

Anger was all he felt, blood-pressure rising every second. But his mouth kept shut when he used his metal arm to pull the two men out of the front row, right through the windscreen. He threw them away as if they were two pillows, flying through the air.

He heard shots, they were firing at him. Jumping behind the van, he opened the back car door, lifting you up. More shots were fired, but Bucky was faster.

He sprinted, sweating and panting. Within a total of 1 minute and 33 seconds, he arrived at the quinjet, which was parked on the roof of the hotel.

***

Arrived in the jet, he was laying you onto a sofa, running to get to start the quinjet and to contact Fury.

He was mad, not only because the mission had failed, but mostly because he could´ve lost you.

***

Ten minutes laters, you finally got to feel your limbs again. Standing up slowly, you made your way to Bucky.

There he was. Sweaty, stressed, Fury on the phone.

His hair was even more slick than before and his suit was all filthy and dirty.

You knocked at the doorframe, smiling weakly at him.

He looked up from all the buttons and levers, catching your tired eyes.

„Thank you, Sir. I´ll call you when we´re back at the compound.“

Bucky put the phone away. His gaze was lightened and he couldn´t stop himself from hugging you.

„Thank you Buck, I owe you.“

„Couldn´t defend them yourself, hm?“ Of course he needed to joke around.

You pushed him away, justifying yourself: „You should know best that Hydra´s devices aren´t made for fair fights..!“

He giggles, his smile widened. The metal arm rested on your hip, the other one moved to your cheek. You looked deep into his eyes, drowning in the thought of pulling his perfect lips into a kiss.

��Couldn´t let them take my best girl.“ he grinned, knowing that you liked his words.

„I liked playing your wife, maybe we get to do this more often now.“ You flirted.

Bucky smirked, wetting his lips with his tongue.

He pulled you closer, lips barely touching yours. „Are you saying you want to be with me forever?“

„Stop teasing and kiss me now!“

Maybe the mission didn´t succeed, but this was way better - a relationship with James Buchanan Barnes.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky fluff #marvel imagines #marvel imagine

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m0etenchandon · 6 years ago

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Inexperienced (Reader x Roger Taylor smut)

Pairing: Female Reader x Roger Taylor (or Ben!Roger, you choose) Summary: You haven´t had the best experience when it comes to sex, if a drunken quickie in a bathroom even counts as experience. When you tell him, Roger wants to show you how good sex can be. Cue fluffy sex Warnings: SMUT (18+!), fluff, inexperienced reader, oral, fingering, blowjobs, protected-sex A/N: This was highly requested, so here it is. Also, it´s really long I don´t know what got into me. Thanks for reading! Feedback appreciated. Wordcount: 6 K woops

Shoutout to @blamerogertaylor for sending me this beautiful picture<3

Masterlist

The sexual tension laced the air as you walked home from your fifth date with Roger, your fingers intertwined with his. You hadn´t, like your friends kept saying, “put out” yet. Roger was being a gentleman about it, not pushing you further than you were comfortable with, but you could tell it was getting to him. His hugs lingering a little bit longer, his hands wandering closer to your ass. You were lying if you said it didn´t affect you too, the way he would kiss you after each date leaving your knees weak and the air punched out of your lungs.

“Penny for your thoughts?”, Roger asked, tugging at your hand to get your attention. His features looked so soft in the street lights, enhancing his blonde locks. You sent him a soft smile, leaning into his shoulder as you kept on walking.

“It´s nothing, Roger”, you said, looking up at him. “Thank you for walking me home”

“Of course, it´s the least I could do”, he said, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand. The action sent the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy.

“The least you could do? You invited me out and paid for our meal. If anything, I´m the one who owe you”, you said, a giggle leaving your mouth.

“I can think of a few things you could do to re-pay me”, Roger smirked. He leant down to press his lips against your head, but you felt your entire body tense up. You were dreading the day he would bring up the fact that you hadn´t had sex yet. You wanted to of course, the man was sex on legs. But he was this experienced rock star, and it intimidated you to be honest. You weren´t a virgin per se, but your first sexual encounter was a drunken quickie in a bathroom. The guy did not know what he was doing, nothing compared to what you could do to yourself, and it did not feel good at all. It threw you off sex, well at least until you met Roger.

“Shit Y/N, I´m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable”, he said, when he saw the expression on your face. Panic flooded his features as he stopped walking and put both his warm hands on your face, forcing you to look him in the eye.

“It´s fine”, you mumbled, the corners of your mouth barely forming a smile.

“Are you sure?”, Roger asked, letting his fingers dance along your skin. It tickled, making a giggle erupt from your throat. You leant into his touch to get him to stop, placing a kiss on his hand. Really, you couldn´t blame him for getting inpatient.

“Okay, but just for the record, I don´t care if I have to wait until we´re married to have sex. If you don´t want to, then we won´t do it”, he said as he started walking again, effectively pulling you with him.

“Roger, that´s really cute of you”, you giggled, feeling like yourself again at the lift in tension. “But I don´t want to wait until I´m married, it´s just that I´m – uhm- not that experienced, and I know that you are and it kind of intimidates me”

“Hey, I don´t care if you´re a virgin or if you have slept with 100 guys. What matters is that you´re with me now. And besides, having experience just means that I can make it good for you”

You felt heat rise to your cheeks at his words, pressing your forehead against his arm as you let out a nervous laugh.

“I´m not a virgin, Roger. I just, I don´t know, sex has never felt good and I don´t know what I´m doing wrong”

“I´d be more than willing to help you out, trust me. But, like I said, we´ll wait until you want to”, he said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. “No rush”

The rest of the walk back to your flat was silent, both of you just enjoying each other´s company. It wasn´t awkward at all actually, you felt completely comfortable in his presence after addressing the elephant in the room.

“Soo, this is me”, you said as you reached your flat. The two of you had gotten here several times now, Roger always insisting of walking you all the way to your door.

“I know”, Roger said, smiling as he placed his hands on your waist. He pulled your closer to his body, leaning down to connect your lips. The action never failed to make the butterflies in your stomach go crazy, but this time was different somehow. He pressed his tongue past your lips, exploring your mouth. A moan left your throat as he deepened the kiss, reaching up to wrap your hands around his neck. Roger pulled back, his breath suddenly uneven.

“Mmm, more”, you mumbled, pressing your lips against his again. You could feel Roger smirking into the kiss, his hands slowly sliding down your body. Normally, you would stop him, but there was something about the mood in the air. How his body pressed against yours, that pressure on your thigh. You moved your hips against his, earning a moan from the man in front of you. Oh. He was hard already.

You felt blood rush to your face, your lips leaving his as you looked away shyly. You couldn´t stop the giggle that left your mouth, feeling oddly proud. A tingle starting in your lower stomach. You had made Roger Taylor hard from just kissing.

“Sorry about that”, Roger mumbled, a deep red flush covering his cheeks. You hummed, pressing your lips against his again momentarily. He rested his forehead against yours, his erection poking into your thigh. A rush of excitement rushed to rest between your legs, a feeling you had never gotten from a guy before. At least not to this extent. You were turned on, wanting Roger to do something about it. Maybe he actually could make sex feel good for once?

“It´s alright. I´m flattered, Roger”, you said, watching as he flushed even deeper. “Do you want to come in?”

Your own words caught you by surprise as you were never really the one to initiate things. Not that you directly asked him to fuck you, but it was clear that it was your intention none the less. Eager to explore the tingle in your nether regions.

“W-what, really?”, Roger asked, eyeing your expression for any sign of doubt. You smiled, sure that this is exactly what you wanted.

“If you want to”, you said sweetly, looking up at him through your lashes. The sight made Roger almost melt into a puddle, desperately nodding his head. “Good”

“Your apartment is really cute”, Roger said as he walked around. He studied the pictures on the walls. The ones with your friends and family. You had a cork board that held them all, and he smiled when he saw the picture you had taken on your second date. The one of him and you looking out onto the Thames. You had been mortified when he asked a random stranger to take one for you, but now in hindsight you were really glad. It had quickly become your favorite picture on the board.

You walked up to Roger, placing your head against his shoulder and snaking your hands around his waist.

“You kept it?”, he asked, playing with the edge of the polaroid.

“Of course I did”, you giggled, pressing your lips against his shoulder-blade. Roger turned around in your grasp, a grin plastered on his face. “It´s my favorite”

“You´re my favorite”, he muttered, leaning down to kiss you.

“Didn´t know you were such a sap, Roger”, you giggled as he pulled back, causing him to roll his eyes. A blush creeping up to his cheeks.

“I don´t know what´s gotten into me really. You´ve made me weak”

“Hmm, I like it”, you teased, pulling him down onto your lips again. Roger placed his hands on your waist as you slid yours around his neck. The kiss immediately grew heated as he pressed his tongue past your lips. It was like he had this new driving force behind his movements and it made your panties grow damper by the second.

You whimpered into the kiss as you felt Roger´s hard-on brush against your clothed thigh, suddenly feeling way too hot, like you were wearing way too many clothes. He was too. You reached out to start to unbutton Roger´s shirt.

“Wait, are you absolutely sure you want to”, Roger asked, stopping your hands by grasping them in his.

“Do you want to?”

“I asked you first”

“I asked you second”, you said, grinning up at Roger. He squinted his eyes, his features all of a sudden dead serious.

“Y/N..”, he warned. Roger reached up to cup your cheek with one of his hands, looking you deeply into your eyes. It nearly took your breath away. How close he was, how beautiful he was. And he was yours, if you wanted him.

“I really do, Roger. I want you to show me”, you said, leaning up to give him a soft kiss. “Make me feel good”

Roger drew in a harsh breath before sliding his hands down your torso, pulling you closer by your waist. He pressed his lips against yours in an almost feverish way. You deepened the kiss immediately, desperate to explore the dull throb in your panties.

You finished unbuttoning Roger´s shirt as the kiss grew sloppy. You slid your hands up his chest to his shoulders, feeling him shudder under your touch. The shirt fell to the ground as you slid it down his toned arms.

Roger´s lips left yours, following the curve of your jaw before working his way down your neck. He nipped lightly on the skin, pressing hot open-mouthed kisses along the light marks he made. As he reached the spot just under your ear, you arched into his touch. Roger smirked against your skin.

“There it is”, he muttered smugly, sliding his tongue over the spot.

You felt like your skin was on fire under his touch, not knowing what to do with your hands anymore. Deciding on sliding them down his chest, you felt him tense under your touch. He bit down on your neck as you inched closer to his pants. You drew your finger over his soft stomach, down the trail of hair leading way to his hard cock. Suddenly eager to feel him, all of him, you started working on his belt. You fumbled with the buckle, a desperate whine leaving your throat.

Roger hummed, reaching down to help you. He quickly un-did it before focusing his attention on your neck again. You felt hot all over, your blood boiling in anticipation. Roger was too close but not close enough at the same time. You wanted him, and you wanted him right now. Your cunt twitched uncontrollably as he slid his hands under your shirt, your skin tingling under his touch.

“Roger”, you whined, pulling at his jeans. You managed to get them open and started pulling them down his legs. His cock was straining against his boxers as your hand brushed against it, making Roger buck into your touch.

“W-Wait, Y/N. I´m meant to make you feel good”, he said, grabbing your hands as you finished removing his jeans. “Let´s go to your bedroom, okay?”

You bit down on your lip and nodded, pulling him with you towards your room. Roger took it all in once you opened the door. Somehow it represented you perfectly. The colors, the décor, everything screamed Y/N. A dopey smile crept onto his face, making you raise your eyebrows in question.

“What?”, you asked, walking towards the bed located in the middle of the room.

“Your room is so cute, Y/N. Just like you”, Roger said.

You rolled your eyes, feeling warmth creep up to your cheeks. Roger just walked around the room, taking in every little detail, and you were starting to grow impatient.

“Can we get on with it?”, you asked, biting down on your lip as he snapped his head towards you. Roger arched an eyebrow in question, but started making his way over to you nonetheless. He snaked his hands around your waist, pulling you close. You gasped when you felt his erection poke into your lower stomach, a feeling you were sure you would never get tired of.

“Someone´s eager”, he muttered, leaning down to connect your lips in a quick kiss. “But I´m not hard to sway, love”

Roger slid his hands over your hips, down your thighs to play with the hem of your dress.

“For starters, you´re wearing way too much clothes”, he said, tugging at the fabric.

“You should do something about that then”, you teased, turning around and throwing your hair over your shoulder so he had access to the zipper of the dress. Your heart was beating at a million miles an hour as he started pulling it down your back. With each inch of skin that was revealed, Roger pressed a soft kiss to it. Your skin buzzing under his touch.

The dress fell to the floor as he unzipped it all the way to your bum. You stepped out of it and turned around. Roger drew in a harsh breath when he took in your almost naked body for the first time. His eyes raked all over your body. Over your lacy panties that you had put on just in case, and the matching bra to go with it. You didn´t feel exposed like you normally would, you felt empowered. Roger´s eyes were filled with admiration and lust as they met yours, making your heart do a little flip in your chest.

“Bloody hell you´re absolutely breath-taking, Y/N”, Roger said, sliding his hand over your naked waist. “I could stare at you all fucking day”

“You have gone soft on me, Roger”, you giggled, leaning down to press your lips against his. He immediately pulled you close and deepened the kiss. It almost took your breath away, the way he expertly explored your mouth, how his hands dug into your skin with just the right amount of pressure.

“Can I take this off?”, Roger asked as you pulled back, sliding his hands up your back to play with the clasp of your bra. He grinned when you nodded, eagerly trying to get it off you. He furrowed his eyebrows in concentration, struggling to unhook it.

“Need any help there?”, you giggled upon hearing the frustrated sigh that left Roger´s mouth.

“No I got it, it´s just fuck why does it have to have three hooks”, he whined, tugging at it with more force until it finally snapped open. “Hah, got it”

“Congratulations”, you said, watching as his eyes fell on your exposed breasts.

“Congratulations to me indeed”, he muttered, sliding his hands over them. He cupped each breast carefully, swiping his thumb over your hardened nipple. Goosebumps formed all over your skin as he swirled the nub around a few times, just enjoying the noises you were making. He hadn´t even touched you properly yet and this was already far better than last time you were intimate with a guy.

“Do you want me to keep going?”, Roger asked, sliding his hands down your stomach.

“Please”, you whined, arching into his touch. “I want you to fuck me”

“I want nothing more, love. But first we have to get you ready for me, okay?”

You nodded, feeling his fingers hook into the waistline of your panties. He pulled on the fabric slightly before letting go. It snapped against your skin, making you let out a surprised moan. The slight sting turning you on more than you would like to admit.

“Lay down for me”, Roger said, gesturing towards the bed. You scooted upwards so your entire body was engulfed by the soft mattress, impatiently waiting for him to join you. Roger knelt between your legs, his fingers hooking into the fabric of your panties again. He looked up at you, arching an eyebrow before slowly pulling them down your legs upon your consent.

He groaned when he saw your heat completely exposed. You felt the cold air hit your wet folds, making you shudder slightly. However, the feeling was quickly replaced by one of lust as Roger reached down to grab onto your thighs. He spread them slowly, plopping down onto his stomach. His head was so close to your heat, his breath hot on your sensitive clit.

“Such a pretty little cunt you´ve got there”, Roger whispered, blowing air onto your heat. “Can I taste you? Hmm? Make you cum?”

“I-I´ve never”, you started but a moan cut you off as Roger pressed his lips to the apex of your thighs. “No one has ever gone down on me”

“Want me to change that? We don´t have to”, he said, looking up at your through his thick lashes. He cocked his head and sent you the softest smile you´ve ever seen, your heart soaring.

“Yes, I want to”, you said firmly.

“Okay but you have to tell me if it´s too much”

You nodded, reaching down to run you finger over his jaw before sliding your hand up to his hair. Roger leant in, still keeping eye contact, and pressed a kiss right next to your folds. He watched your every expression as he tentatively licked a little stripe between them, flattening his tongue when he reached your clit.

It felt euphoric, the pleasure spreading to every nerve of your body. Sure, you had gotten yourself off before, but this was something else. Roger put all his energy into his movements, each flick of his tongue deliberate to bring the most amount of pleasure to your core.

“I-I fuck that feels so good, Roger”, you whined, throwing your head back in pleasure. The familiar coil in your stomach already started tightening. It was embarrassingly fast, but you couldn’t care less at this point.

“Yeah? You´re already so wet for me, love”, he said between kisses. “`m gonna get you ready for me”

Roger slid one of his hands down your thigh, leaving tingles along its path. He swirled your entrance with one finger, collecting the wetness before slowly pushing it in. A gasp left your mouth as he came to a halt inside, your walls clamping down on his digit. Savoring the delicious feeling.

“My god you´re so tight”, Roger muttered, slowly starting to move his finger. He angled his finger and rubbed it against your front wall in search of your sweet spot.

“Shit don´t stop”, you whined, your hips moving in tandem with his fingers. Roger smirked before leaning down and wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking the nub into his mouth. It was all too much and not enough at the same time, feeling your orgasm creep up on you at an alarming rate.

You yelled out when he brushed against something just inside your entrance, sending a wave of pleasure through your body. You could feel Roger hum against your clit with pride as he nudged you towards the edge.

“Found it”, he mumbled, pulling away for a second to place a few kisses to the hood of your clitoris. “Do you think you can take another finger?”

“Y-yes”, you said, biting down on your lip to keep your moans at bay. Roger added his ring-finger along with his middle finger, effortlessly angling them just right. They stretched you out just right, rubbing against your front wall with just the right amount of pressure.

As he latched onto your clit again, you felt yourself inching closer and closer to the edge. You felt like you had to pee, your lower stomach tingling in the most delicious way possible. The orgasms you had yourself was nothing compared to this absolute euphoria that was about to wash over you.

“Shit `m gonna cum, Roger. `m gonna cum, gonna – fuck”, you moaned, tugging at his hair as you grinded down onto his tongue and fingers. Roger sucked even harder on your clit, nudging your g-spot with added pressure, effectively pushing you over the edge. White-hot pleasure shot up your body, throughout every nerve and every fiber of your being. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably, you back arching off the bed as Roger expertly guided you through it all.

You were heaving for air, your stomach contracting, legs still shaking as you came down. The aftershocks taking over your body, your walls clamping down on Roger´s fingers. It was all too much; the pleasure was too much to handle.

You pushed Roger away from your heat, wincing when he withdrew his fingers.

“`s too much”, you whined, still heavy-breathed.

“Sorry”, Roger said, leaning up to press his lips to yours. You could taste yourself on his tongue, making you feel oddly proud of yourself. You smirked into the kiss, pulling him closer to your body.

In a moment of confidence, you pushed him down onto his back and straddled his thigs. Roger´s eyes went wide as you started kissing down his chest, feeling his heart beat against your lips.

“Nope, absolutely not”, he said, grabbing your face to try and pull you away from kissing your way down to his crotch. You pouted.

“Why not? I want to”, you whined, placing your hands on his upper thighs. Roger shuddered at the sudden contact, his cock twitching in desperation. “You seem to want it too”

“I do, fuck I really do, but I´m not going to last if you put that pretty mouth of yours anywhere near my cock”, he said, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. A deep blush creeping up to his cheeks.

“Please”, you begged, placing a kiss just above the waistband of his boxers. “I just want to taste you”

“Bloody hell you will be the absolute death of me, Y/N”, Roger muttered, running his hands through his hair in frustration. You shot him your best puppy-dog eyes, sliding your hands closer to his crotch. “Fine, but only for a second”

You smirked and reached up to pull his boxers down his legs. His cock sprang free, falling flat against his stomach. The tip was red and leaking from being neglected, making your mouth water. It was pretty, a bit bigger than what you had last time.

Roger caught you staring, your hands still planted on his thighs, not moving.

“Have you ever sucked anyone off?”, he asked, watching you draw in a deep breath and shake your head. It never really got to that point when you lost your virginity, he just pushed it inside and started thrusting.

“Fuck okay, start by wrapping your hand around it”, Roger instructed, cursing under your breath as you did just so. You could feel the blood pump in his veins through the soft skin. His cock was warm in your hand, inviting. “Yeah just like that. Try kissing the tip”

You nodded, leaning down to tentatively press you lips to the slit. His pre-cum coated your lips, tasting his salty excitement. The groan Roger let out told you it felt good, so you slowly kissed just below the head with new-found confidence.

“Bloody hell that feel´s fucking amazing, Y/N”, Roger whined, his hand shooting down to grab onto your hair. Feeling brave, you wrapped your lips around his tip, looking up to eye Roger´s reaction. His eyes went wide, his grip on your hair tightening as he made the prettiest sound you´ve ever heard.

You hummed against his cock, slowly starting to move your hand in tandem with your mouth. You didn´t take him far into your mouth, just the tip, but it was enough for Roger to feel his orgasm build at an alarming rate. He desperately tried to hold back from thrusting up into your mouth, knowing it was something you had to work your way towards.

“Wow wow wooow, that´s enough”, Roger said, desperation laced in his voice as he pulled your moth off of his cock. “You´re going to make me fucking cum if you keep that up”

“Sorry”, you mumbled, but couldn´t hold back the proud grin spreading all over your face.

“It´s nothing to be sorry about, love. I just want to have sex first, if you still want to that is”

“How many times do I have to tell you that I want to?”, you giggled.

“Just checking”, Roger said, pulling you down for a kiss.

“I know, but I really want to. I want you”

“Hmm, good”, he mumbled into your lips, “Do you have any condoms?”

“Yeah”, you said, moving off his body and the bed to walk over to the dresser. You rummaged through your underwear drawer until you found the packet of condoms you kept just in case. Letting out a sigh of relief when you saw they were still in date, you moved to close the drawer. The bottle of lube rolled out, making you stop.

“Lube?”, you asked, turning around to look at Roger.

“Yeah, it´ll make it better”, he smiled, opening his arms for you as you returned to his side. You threw the condom at him, watching as he ripped it open and carefully slid it down his length.

“Do you have a favorite position, Y/N?”, Roger asked, turning his attention to you once again. You shook your head, picking at this skin on your fingers.

“Inexperienced, remember?”

“Right, how about you ride me? That way you can control the pace”, he suggested, reaching out to grab your hands in his. He helped you straddle his waist again, hissing when your heat grazed his sensitive cock.

You reached for the bottle of lube, pouring a decent amount onto his shaft before tossing it aside. Roger tugged at your free hand, making you look up at him. He puckered his lips and arched his eyebrows, making you let out a giggle before leaning down and pressing your lips to his. The kiss was slower this time, more passionate. Both of you drunk off of each other´s presence.

“Ready?”, Roger asked as you pulled away. He reached up cup your cheek, running his thumb over your bottom lip. You smiled into his touch, nodding your head.

Reaching down to line him up with your entrance, you drew in a deep breath before slowly sinking down onto his shaft. Your mouth fell open as you felt the slight burning sensation as he stretched you out. The lube definitely helped, but it was still a tight fit. You closed your eyes as he bottomed you out, steadying your hands on his chest as you focused on your breathing. Trying to work through the burn.

“Are you okay, Y/N? We can stop if it´s too much”, Roger said, concerned lacing his voice as your expression. You tentatively opened one of your eyes, shooting him a smile as you clenched around him.

“Yeah I just need two seconds”, you said.

“Take all the time you need, love”, he said, placing his hands over yours. He wanted you to feel comfortable, but the urge to move was almost too much for him to handle. Your walls were hugging him so perfectly, fitting around him like glove. He felt the knot in his stomach tighten already.

“Okay I´m good”, you muttered as you slowly started moving your hips. You lifted up slowly, sinking down onto his cock. The slight burn quickly disappeared as pleasure took over, his cock rubbing against your g-spot with your every move.

“Fuck you´re so tight, love. Feel so fucking good around my cock”, Roger moaned, moving his hands to grab onto your hips. You could tell he was getting impatient, his hands guiding your movements, hips coming up to meet your thrusts.

You could feel the knot in your stomach tightening once again as his tip nudged your front wall with each thrust. But you wanted more, needed more. You leant back on Roger´s knees, letting him take control for a while. Which was an opportunity he was not going to pass up.

He had to hold back on not cumming as he watched his cock disappear into your heat, hearing the slick noises of skin against skin. Watching your boobs bounce as you moved. Roger reached a hand down to rub circles over your clit. A bolt of pleasure shot up your body, your thighs starting to shake as you held yourself up.

“R-Roger, I need more”, you whined, placing your hands back on his chest, looking him in the eyes. “I need you to fuck me”

Roger let out an animalistic growl, grabbing your hips harder and flipping you over. He perched himself on his elbows, moving your legs up to wrap around his waist.

A gasp left your mouth as he started thrusting. He went so much deeper this way, his blue eyes focused on yours. It felt so intimate, so hot. So personal. Your orgasm starting to build up once more.

You snaked a hand down your body, fingers coming to rest on your aching clit. Your walls clenching around his cock in pleasure.

“I-Shit I´m gonna cum if you keep doing that”, Roger muttered, his thrust haltering for just a second before he went back to his steady rhythm. He picked up the pace, snapping his hips against yours as he nudged you closer and closer to your climax.

Just as you were about to let go, Roger slowed his movements, his head falling into your neck.

“Wh-what, why did you stop?”, you asked frantically, desperate for a release. To feel that wave of absolute euphoria again. Your breath came out of your mouth in short and quick spurts, chest rising and falling rapidly.

“I was about to cum”, he moaned, stilling his hips completely. “I want you to finish too”

“No no no, I was so close, Roger. Please start moving again. I need to cum so bad”, you begged, your clit twitching under your touch in utter desperation.

“Shit, sorry”, Roger said, immediately snapping his hips against yours. “That was quick”

“Shut up”, you mumbled, giggling at the proud smirk on Roger´s face. He looked so fucking smug and pleased with himself.

He grabbed one of your legs, propping it up on your shoulder to reach even deeper. He put all his might into his thrusts, desperately holding back his release until you got there too.

You were starting to see starts, your fingers frantically moving over your clit as you felt the knot in your stomach on the verge on unraveling.

“I-I´m gonna, ´m gonna cum, Roger”, you whined, reaching your free hand up to grab onto his forearm. You dug your nails into his skin, closing your eyes.

“Me too, love. Cum for me, need to feel you cum all over my cock”

The desperate tone of Roger´s voice was what you needed to fall over the edge. Your orgasm hit you like a train going a million miles an hour, almost punching all the air out of your lungs. You arched off the bed, screaming Roger´s name, not even caring that your neighbors could hear. All you could focus on was the pleasure that was shooting up your core and Roger´s cock nudging against your g-spot, guiding you through your high.

The feeling of your walls clenching around his cock was enough to push Roger over the edge. His head fell back as it rippled through his body, emptying his load into the condom. He rode out both your orgasms, dragging it out as long as possible.

You winced when Roger pulled out, suddenly feeling way too empty. He removed the condom, tying it off and chucking it towards the bin in the corner of your room. Roger wore the dopiest smile you had even seen as he turned towards you, laying down on his side. He reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, letting his fingers tickle your temple lightly.

Giggling, you placed your hand over his to stop him. You brought it down to your lips to place a soft kiss to the back of his hand.

“So, how was that?”, Roger asked, a smile still plastered on his face.

“Really good”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm”, you replied, leaning in to press your lips to his. “I mean I´ve only ever had sex once before and it was in a bathroom at a party, so I don´t really have anything to compare it to. But yeah”

“Did he make you cum?”, Roger asked, feeling a wave of jealousy hit him.

“No, he went in dry and lasted like 1 minute. No foreplay what so ever”, you giggled, your heart soaring as his face lifted. You made Roger Taylor jealous.

“Good”

“Why?”, you asked, pretending you didn´t notice his demeanor.

“Because I want to be the only guy who ever makes you cum”, he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You arched your eyebrow, letting out another giggle. Not able to hold back the school-girl-with-a-crush grin that accompanied it.

“That´s bold of you to say on a fifth date”

“A guy can dream, can´t he? Like you said, you´ve made me soft, Y/N”, Roger said, pulling you closer and pressing his lips to yours.

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When you woke up the next morning, you couldn´t feel Roger´s presence anymore. You patted the bed next to you, but there was nothing but mattress under your hand. You felt your heart sink in your chest. Of course, he had gotten what he wanted. No need to stick around when he finally got into your pants. He was just like every other guy. You fought back your tears as you stood up, determined to not let it get to you.

Putting on an oversized t-shirt, you decided to make yourself a coffee. You stopped dead in your tracks when you saw his shoes was still by the door, and suddenly the smell of cooking filled your nostrils. You curiously made your way to the kitchen, surprised to find Roger in just his boxers, whistling away as he stood by the stove.

He seemed to notice your presence because he turned around. His eyes raked over you nearly-naked body before they met yours. You let out a breath you didn´t even know you were holding in.

“What´s wrong, Y/N? You look like you´ve seen a ghost”, Roger said, furrowing his eyebrows in concern.

“I thought you left”, you muttered, drifting your gaze towards the floor. Embarrassed that you had doubted him.

“Hey, don´t worry”, he said, quickly crossing the distance and cupping your head in his hands. “I would never leave without telling you. I promise”

“I know, I´m sorry. I´m just insecure”, you mumbled.

Roger gave you a crocked smile, quickly leaning down to press his lips against yours. He poured all his emotions into the kiss, silently telling you how much he cared about you.

“How about you go take a nice warm shower and I´ll have breakfast ready when you´re done, yeah?”

You nodded, pressing one last kiss to his lips before turning around.

“Wait!”, Roger yelled, grabbing your hand and pulling you close. You cocked your head in question, worried about what was wrong.

“What?”

“I just want to kiss you again”, he said, a blush creeping onto his face. You giggled before leaning up to capture his lips with yours. Roger let out a satisfied sigh into the kiss.

“Now can I go?”, you asked, smiling.

“Mhm”, he mumbled, before placing one last kiss on your lips. A shower was just what you needed, suddenly very aware of the soreness between your legs. You smiled at the thought of last night, the butterflies in your stomach going into a frenzy.

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Before the Wall part 23

Summary: Five hundred years before Feyre Archeron is born, the world is much different from the one she lives in. Humans are slaves, seen as little more than animals by the Fae who rule. But things are beginning to change. Talks of rebellion is spreading and on the Continent, some Fae territories begin to consider the potential gain of War. All it takes is one spark and everything will explode.

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“Must we?”, Mor asks.

It is early evening, and she is more than ready for this day to be over. Her night ended a few hours past midnight when a group of Fae attacked Telique. They were easily thwarted, of course, but Mor got a nasty cut on her left arm by stepping in front of a blow meant for Andromache. (Something the queen did not appreciate at all.) And as if having to fight in her nightgown wasn`t bad enough, she then had to endure the endless row of meetings following the failed attack.

“Yes”, Andromache says. She takes her arm and begins tugging her through the palace, something like mischief glinting in her brown eyes. “I promised Miryam.”

“I`m sure she`ll understand”, Mor mutters.

“Easy for you to say. It´s not you who she`ll be mad at.” They have almost reached the huge doors leading to the gardens now. “We`re going, and that`s final.”

“It`s just…”, Mor begins, but trails off. It`s just that it`s her birthday and she doesn`t want to spend the evening discussing war strategies. She at the very least wants to have a few hours to herself, if this damned war stole the rest of her day already.

“What?”, Andromache asks, turning around to her. There is such light dancing in her eyes that Mor`s resolve melts away into nothing. Something in her eases as she looks at the queen.

“Nothing”, she says softly.

Still, Andromache does not look away. The intensity in her gaze makes Mor`s cheeks burn.

“I…”, she stutters, “let`s go, then.”

Andromache smiles like she knows exactly what is going on inside Mor`s head. She does not comment, though. This has been their dance for the past couple of months. And since Mor has been well away from anyone from the Night Court for months now, she allows herself to continue with it – even though she knows she probably shouldn`t.

She takes Andromache by the arm, the touch sending sparks shooting through her body, and winnows them both away. As soon as they land safely in the war camp, she hastily lets go. As soon as her hand leaves Andromache`s, she already misses her warmth.

“Come on!”, Andromache says, dragging her along with an excitement that seems entirely inappropriate for a military meeting. When they reach the planning tent, the queen gives her a gentle shove, making her step inside first.

Mor gapes.

The huge table in the middle of the tent has been cleared off the maps that are usually lying there. Instead, it is filled with food, a huge cake with thirty-two candles sitting in the middle. Around the table, her friends are standing, smiling at her – Miryam and Jurian, side by side, Tia, Drakon and-

“Rhys!”, Mor squeals, “Az!”

“Couldn`t well let my favourite cousin celebrate her thirty-second birthday alone, could I?”, Rhys drawls.

Mor just jumps into his arms and holds on tight. They haven`t seen each other in months. Then, she spins around to Az and embraces him as well. She hears the hitch in his breath, sees the way his shadows seem to lighten at her touch. Her cheeks heat, but the feeling his touch sends shooting through her is nothing at all like what she felt when she touched Andromache earlier. With the queen, Mor felt warm and light – with Azriel, she is just uneasy at the clear hints at the feelings he confessed to her on that horrible night fifteen years ago. As quickly as she can, she lets go of him and turns around to beam at the others.

“I tried to bring Cassian as well”, Miryam says, “but I couldn`t find a way to get him out of his tent without anyone noticing.”

Cassian`s absence puts a small damper on Mor`s mood, but she is still so overwhelmed that she can only grin like a fool.

“Thank you”, she whispers, “Thank you all so much.”

Andromache shoves past her into the tent and plops down on a cushion next to Drakon. “Thank Miryam”, she says, “Most of the credit goes to her.”

Miryam opens her mouth – likely to object – but Mor beats her to it. She dashes around the table and pulls her into her arms. “Thank you”, she whispers into her hair.

“Happy birthday, Mor”, Miryam replies softly.

They all sit down around the table. Mor ends up between Rhys and Az, the latter of whom keeps shooting her covert glances. Her stomach tightens uncomfortably. But then, Jurian calls out to her to just blow out the candles already so they can eat. The entire table laughs and Mor leans forward to do as he says.

Mor eats until she feels like her stomach is about to burst – and then another small slice of cake on top. They talk and laugh and for the first time in months, the war seems far away. They are just a group of young people, happy to be alive and together for the evening.

She looks around the table at her friends. Miryam is leaning against Jurian, who is absentmindedly playing with her hair. Tia has begun chatting with Az and Drakon is laughing at something Rhys is telling him. She meets Andomaches` eyes across the table. The queen winks at her.

“You haven`t opened your presents yet”, Jurian tells her at that moment.

Mor`s eyes widen as Drakon snaps his fingers, the rest of the food disappears and a few packages wrapped in colourful paper appear. Mor opens a long, heavy box first. Inside, she finds a long, slender sword and four daggers. The tips of the blades are slightly curved, the metal strangely light – lightning forged into weapons. Mor turns to Drakon, gaping.

“For me?”, she whispers. The Prince nods.

Mor squeals and hugs him. The Seraphim are known throughout the entire Continent for their master-forgery. They guard their weapons almost as closely as the secret to their creation, though. Only very rarely do they gift their weapons to outsiders – foreign royals, usually.

“I`m… honoured”, she manages, although the words barely manage to convey her feeling. Drakon shrugs a bit sheepishly and smiles at her.

From Miryam and Jurian, she gets a new armour – well, the armour is from Jurian, and Miryam inscribed it with runes that should help ward off basic spells and protect her against severe hits. Rhys got her a beautiful red dress and from Az, she gets a new saddle for her horse. Finally, there is only one small package left.

“From me”, Andromache says with a slight smile.

This package is far smaller than the others. Mor rips open the deep-red paper and reveals a small box made of dark wood. Carefully, Mor opens it and gasps. A necklace of white diamonds glitters within. Matching earrings lie next to them.

“Oh”, Mor whispers. Her hand shoots to her mouth.

“I`ll help you put them on”, Andromache says and darts around the table.

Gently, she brushes Mor`s hair aside. Her fingers brush against her collarbone, sending sparks of heat shooting through Mor.

“There you go”, the queen whispers and fastens the necklace.

“Absolutely stunning”, Drakon tells her. Azriel seems to sink deeper into his shadows.

“Isn`t that a heirloom?”, Miryam asks softly. Her eyes flicker from the necklace to Andromache and back again.

“Yes”, Andromache says. She is standing so close behind Mor that she can feel her breath tickling her neck.

Mor spins around to her to face her. “What?”

“I thought they`d suit you.” Andromache shrugs. “They glow as brightly as you do.”

Mor smiles at her and for a heartbeat, they are the only people in the room. But then, Rhys claps her back and makes some light-hearted comment Mor barely hears. Music starts drifting in from the camp and somehow, they all end up filing outside to join the soldiers celebrating outside.

Mor ends up on the dancing floor, twirling around with one soldier after another. People keep passing her drinks and Mor downs them in one shot, laughing as she keeps dancing.

Then suddenly, she finds herself face to face with Andromache, her hands on the human woman`s hips. Mor`s blood is boiling, but at the same time, something like dread shoots through her. She makes to pull away, but Andromache gently takes hold of her hands.

“Dance with me”, she whispers, “What`s the worst that could happen?”

Mor should say no, she knows it too damn well. But then, why not risk it? Just this once. After all, she`s on the Continent, not in Prythian and if this happiness is possible for Sinna and Nephelle, why shouldn`t she get a chance? And maybe she is more drunk than she thought, because she takes Andromache by the waist and pulls her close.

“A wonderful day”, Mor whispers. Her voice sounds hoarse even in her own ears.

“Indeed.” She can feel Andromache`s smile.

For a while, they dance in silence. Their bodies move in perfect harmony. Mor feels more at home than ever in the past months.

“What are you thinking?”, the queen asks softly.

“That we should have done this much sooner”, Mor replies.

In this night, with the stars glittering above, all the reasons not to seem far away. There is just Andromache, vibrant and beautiful. And for some reason Mor cannot possibly imagine, clearly interested in her. It is a dream come true.

They dance closer and closer together. Mor`s entire body is on fire. This is what she wants, she realizes. She has never wanted anything more than this. Andromache`s hair tingles her cheek.

“You`re so beautiful”, Mor whispers into her ear.

Their faces are close, so close now. Andromache`s lips part slightly.

Mor doesn`t know why, but for a heartbeat, her gaze leaves the queen`s face. To find Azriel staring at her. A shadow wraps around his ear. The shadowsinger`s face seems impassive, but Mor can read the confusion in his eyes. The suspicion that`s beginning to form. Just like that, the fire in her blood turns to ice.

She pulls apart from Andromache, stumbling back a step.

“What`s wrong?”, Andromache asks. Concern and hurt war on her face.

“I…”, Mor stutters. She can see nothing but the look on Azriel`s face. “I have to go. Sorry.”

She turns around and begins pushing through the crowd. Andromache remains standing between the dancing soldiers. Lost. Hurt. Mor has to force herself to keep walking. Her heart races. She imagines Azriel`s eyes following her. She can almost feel his gaze, searing on her back.

This shouldn`t have happened. Oh Cauldron, how could she be so stupid? To think that a thousand miles of distance would be enough to keep her away from her family. Because even if Azriel and Rhys should understand, word is sure to get back to her family.

It will destroy her. Because as soon as her father finds out this one part of her that she kept secret, he won`t stop until he has destroyed her. It will be her end.

But if Az suspects already… What can she do? How can she fix this.

“Are you alright?” Suddenly, Drakon is standing in front of her, a look of concern on his face.

Mor has a hard time breathing. They can`t know, none of them can know.

“Hey.” Drakon gently takes her by the arm. “What`s wrong?”

Mor dares a look around her shoulder. Azriel is still watching. And suddenly, Mor has an idea.

“Dance with me”, she says.

“What?”

“Please.”

Mor takes his hands and puts them on her waist. When she begins to dance, Drakon follows her lead, thank the Cauldron. His confusion is written clearly on his face, though. And still, Azriel is staring at them. His look is like that chamber beneath the Hewn City, like the feeling of nails tearing through her body.

This isn`t convincing enough. So Mor gives Drakon her best, dazzling smile – even though she feels more like crying.

“Pretend to be flirting with me”, she whispers to Drakon.

“What?” Now, he sounds fully confused.

“Please”, Mor begs, “I can`t explain, I just… Please.”

Drakon hesitates only for a heartbeat. Then, he pulls her closer, smiling brightly at her.

“Like this?”, he asks softly, “If I do anything you don`t want, just tell me.”

Mor has to keep from sagging with relief. “You too”, she whispers. “And thank you.”

She runs her fingers through Drakon`s hair. For a while, they keep dancing in silence. Mor is careful to keep smiling, keep touching Drakon.

“I`m sure he`ll catch the hint”, Drakon finally says.

Mor misses a step and stumbles, he steadies her. It takes her a heartbeat to realize that he doesn`t know. Drakon likely just noticed Azriel staring, and came to the conclusion that Mor just wants to get rid of an unwanted admirer.

“It`s not that easy”, she whispers, “I don`t want to hurt him.”

And this will hurt Azriel, that much is sure. Her choosing a prince over him –

“That is very kind of you”, Drakon says, “But he does not have a claim on you. You owe him nothing, and certainly not what he clearly wants from you. And if he`s worth anything at all, he will accept that.”

Mor takes a shuddering breath. She can feel tears burning in her eyes. Then, she`s full-out crying.

“It`s okay”, Drakon whispers and gently rubs her back.

Before she can help herself, she is crying on Drakon`s shoulder. He whispers soothing words to her, but Mor barely hears what he is saying. It`s just too much. All of it.

But eventually, her tears stop and they pull apart. When Mor looks over Drakon`s shoulder, Azriel is no longer standing at the side of the dancing floor.

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“This was a wonderful idea”, Jurian whispers into Miryam`s ear.

She nods. She doesn`t even remember when she felt this… light the last time. Like a weight she hasn`t even known she was carrying vanished from her shoulders. She danced with Jurian until she was dizzy. Now, they are sitting side by side at the edge of the dancing floor. Jurian is running his fingers through her hair.

“Looks like we aren`t the only ones having fun”, he says.

Miryam follows his gaze and frowns. She can`t believe her eyes. “Wait… Are those Mor and Drakon?”

“Yep.” Jurian sounds extremely smug. “I`ve always thought they`d fit well together.”

“And I always thought neither of them seemed really interested”, Miryam mutters. But there they are, dancing together so closely that there`s hardly any space left between them.

“Why?”

Miryam shrugs. “Just a feeling.”

Truth is, she was almost entirely sure that Mor had a thing for Andromache – and that the queen returned the feeling. With how the two of them were acting, she was convinced it would only be a matter of time before they made their relationship known. It doesn`t take her long to find Andromache – the queen is just storming away from the dancing. The Shadowsinger, Azriel, looks almost as miserable.

“Maybe you were wrong”, Jurian points out gently, “Has to happen from time to time, right?”

Miryam is pretty sure she isn`t wrong on this. But Mor and Drakon are indeed looking very cosy, and Miryam is not about to gossip about her friend like this, so she just nods.

They sit in silence for a while, watching the soldiers dance. Miryam leans her head against Jurian`s shoulder and smiles softly.

Finally, he breaks the silence. “There`s something I have been meaning to ask. For a while, actually.”

His tone is tense enough that Miryam sits up straighter and turns around to face him. “Okay?”

“I was wondering…” He keeps his eyes carefully trained on the dancing soldiers. “I heard that when half-Fae inherit magical abilities, they are usually also immortal. And, well…”

“I`m as mortal as you are”, Miryam says, saving him the trouble of having to come up with a way to phrase his question. “Usually, half-Fae with powers really are immortal, but they also have their powers from childhood. I didn`t. And Fae and humans age differently from the very beginning – for them, it takes twenty-five years to mature, for us only eighteen. I aged the human way so far, and I doubt it will change.”

Jurian nods thoughtfully. “Do you regret it?”, he asks.

Miryam laughs softly. “No.” She doesn`t even need to think about the reply. “Most people probably would, but I don`t want to live forever. It makes life indefinitely more precious to know that it isn`t forever.”

“I agree.” Jurian grins. “Probably makes us the only two people in the world.”

“Probably.”

Jurian is silent for a moment, then, a smile slowly begins to form on his face, “Hold on. You mean that Fae literally mature more slowly than humans? They don`t just come of age later?”

“No, it really takes them longer to mature.”

“Twenty-five, you say?” Jurian grins even more broadly now. “Amazing!”

Miryam arches an eyebrow at him. She can`t for her life think of anything that would be so amazing about Fae aging more slowly. It only makes sense, given that they also live much longer, but Miryam never considered it to be particularly exciting.

But Jurian says, “If I`m twenty-three and human, and Drakon`s twenty-eight as a Fae, that means I`m technically older than him. At least on a maturity level, if you know what I mean.”

Miryam gives him a playful shove. “Well, that comment certainly goes to prove how much more mature you are.”

Jurian laughs and puts his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. They remain sitting like this until well past midnight. Until the dancing has stopped and most of the soldiers have left.

“We should go to bed”, Jurian finally says.

Miryam nods. They are at war – they don`t have the luxury of staying up all night, looking up at the stars. He gets up and offers Miryam a hand to pull her to her feet. They walk through the camp side by side. As usual, they stop before Miryam`s tent.

“Goodnight”, Jurian says and turns around to leave.

“Wait.”

The word slips out before Miryam can stop herself. She bites her lip.

“Yes?”, Jurian says softly.

Miryam hesitates. They have been in a relationship for almost three years now. Still, they continue to sleep in separate tents. Jurian hasn`t pushed her on it. Not once. He`s waiting for her to take the first step, and so far, Miryam hasn`t. She decided that she wanted to do it months ago already, but so far, she hasn`t found the courage.

Jurian is still looking at her, waiting for a reply.

Miryam mentally kicks herself and says, “You could stay.”

“You`re sure?” He steps closer to her and takes her hand in his. “I don`t want you to do something you`re not comfortable with just because you… feel some kind of pressure.”

It is a way out – and Miryam loves him for offering it to her. Still, she shakes her head. “I`m not comfortable”, she says, looking him straight in the eye. “But I don`t think I`ll ever be comfortable. And I feel like the longer I run away from this, the worse it gets.” She shakes her head. “Let us just… try. It`s what I want, really.”

Jurian nods. “We can sleep next to each other, if you want. There`s really no need to go further if you don`t want to.”

Miryam gives him a relieved smile. That sounds easy enough. She loves him, after all, and she has been waiting for this moment for months. This will be fine. There really is no need for her to be scared.

He follows her into her tent. For a moment, they stand around awkwardly.

“Soo”, Miryam says, blushing, “I should probably change.”

Jurian doesn`t say anything. He just watches her. Miryam begins fiddling around with the buttons of her tunic and turns her back to him.

“I could turn around”, Jurian offers.

“No”, Miryam says, loosening the last button. Her fingers shake and she takes a deep breath. “It`s just… not very pretty, I`m afraid. And I´d rather not see the look on your face when you see it.”

Taking a final deep breath, she pulls off her tunic. Jurian gasps.

“Yes, I know”, Miryam says softly.

She knows exactly what she looks like. Her entire body is covered in scars. Burns and cuts, some of them punishments for mistakes, others for simply existing. The only reason they spared her face was that most Fae prefer their slaves to be pleasant to look at.

“I…”, Jurian begins, then trails off.

Miryam reaches for her tunic. Her cheeks are burning. This was stupid. A stupid mistake. She is about to quickly pull it over, but Jurian takes her by the arm and stops her.

“Wait”, he says gently, “I`m sorry, I-“ He steps around her until he is looking her in the face“This doesn`t matter to me. Okay? You are kind and strong and beautiful and I love you more than anything else.”

Miryam smiles through the tears that are still running down her face. “I love you too”, she whispers and leans her head against his.

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Drakon wakes up with a pounding headache. The light is far too bright in his eyes, and he presses his face into his pillow.

“I`m never drinking again”, he mutters.

Mor and him stayed up until dawn yesterday. She had dug up a bottle of whiskey somewhere, and they kept passing it back and forth. It was the first time since the beginning of the war that Drakon did something like this, but Mor needed a distraction. Badly. In spite of his pounding headache, Drakon doesn`t regret staying up to keep her company.

Groaning, sits up in his bed and rubs his face. Go ahead, he reprimands himself, If you can get drunk at night, you can also work the next day. He manages to get up. Bleary-eyed, he walks over to his desk, where someone already delivered the morning post. Three from various members of his council about matters regarding the governing of Erithia. Another letter with a report from the leader of his non-Seraphim army. The fifth letter, though, makes Drakon frown.

The envelope is made of thick, heavy paper. And the seal in the red vax… A blazing sun with a crown over it. Ravenia`s seal.

Every thought clears out of his head. With shaking fingers, Drakon breaks the seal and opens the letter.

My love,

Ever since the regrettable end of our engagement almost five years ago, I have been hoping to have another conversation with you. Now, it seems we will finally have the chance. I will be expecting your presence in my beautiful palace within the next few days.

Yeah, right. Drakon frowns. What kind of sick game is this? He continues reading.

Until you arrive here, I will have to entertain myself with a few of your soldiers who were kind enough to join me here, including your charming General Sinna.

Drakon nearly drops the letter. His heart misses a beat, then races on. No, no, no.

As you know, the Black Land is famous for its hospitality. I can assure you that your soldiers will be able to attest to that once you arrive and they may leave as free people. Should you fail to arrive within the next few days, though, I am afraid your people will only be able to leave in pieces.

I look forward to welcoming you at my palace.

With love,

Queen Ravenia of the Black Land

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A/N: I`m mean, I know. I`ll have the next chapter up as soon as possible. Anyways-

Huge thanks to @croissantcitysucks for giving me advice on how to write Mor in this scene! I hope the way I did it turned out alright!

About the ages. I know sjm never really specifies how Fae age (or rather, she gives conflicting information), so I just picked an aging system that made at least some sense to me. I'm not exactly happy with Miryam and Drakon having an age gap of seven years, but I really could see no way Fae would age the same speed as humans, so I needed him to be a bit older.

Tags: @sjm-things

#before the wall #miryam #jurian #drakon #mor

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forkanna · 4 years ago

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NOTE: Most Japanese schools run Monday through Saturday. Also, thanks for keeping up with this story, despite my choppy update schedule!

Saturday slipped by awkwardly. That really was the best description for it, terrible as that reality was; the whole situation felt awkward.

The night before, they had parted ways at the train station. A tacit agreement had been reached that too much had happened in a single day, and they both needed time to process. They texted a few things about being glad they hung out that day, or what they were eating for dinner, but mostly they kept to themselves.

Rise had been hoping the next day would find them magically falling back together and not having to worry about how intense things had been in Shinjuku. Alas, they avoided each other. Neither seemed to want to be the one to reach out and initiate contact. Maybe they had told themselves that they were over it but clearly it was another matter to put so much raw emotion on display, then face the consequences. Plus, Ai had been very wasted and probably felt embarrassed she let it lead to so many things she definitely had not been planning for their outing. Rise could completely understand that.

But when school let out, she tried to screw her courage to the sticking-place and go find her maybe-girlfriend. Boyfriend? The whole thing still confused her, but she knew enough now to accept that said confusion did not at all mean she was disinterested. Far from it. She just had to figure out how deep her interest lay.

Ai was gone already. Probably to Shinjuku, or Okina, or Okinawa for all she knew. No new texts, either; she finally summoned her courage and sent a simple 'What are you doing?' but got no reply.

"Figures," she muttered as she stared at the screen, walking slowly toward Marukyu. "Why does she have to disappear on meeeee?"

"Who?"

"AAAH!" she gasped out, jumping into Chie's arms. The startled girl staggered and yelped as she tried to support Rise's weight, and of course, in the end they went down like a ton of bricks.

"HEY!" Hissing in pain, she shoved at Rise and said, "Get off! What are you DOING?!"

Rise hissed as well as she picked herself up. "Oww, my knee! I'm- oh God, where's my phone? What happened to my phone?!"

The two of them scrambled around on the side of the road, trying to figure out where the piece of vital technology had disappeared to. Once or twice, they even rolled down the riverside hill thanks to how slippery the light rain had made it earlier. Eventually, Chie turned up with it, and they sat panting with relief on the slope for a little while, trying to recover from the unexpected flurry of activity.

"You were… totally off in your own world, dude!" Chie panted, staring up at the clouds. "What the hell? You didn't even… hear me calling to you!"

"Ahh… hahh… I… sorry…" Chie was definitely in better shape than her. But she did finally manage to swallow and roll over to face the other girl, trying to prop her head up on her arm. "I've been… hoping Ai would text me back, and… my brain is…" She made a vague motion off into the distance.

"Yeah! Yeah, I get that one. For sure, believe me."

"Really? Because… you and Yukiko?"

"That's…" She did grimace, but finally just said, "Whatever."

"HAH! I knew it!"

"What's your problem, if you don't mind me asking? With Ai. Did you have a fight or something?"

"N-no, not really… a fight." Another deep breath to brace herself, and because she was still a little dizzy. "She told me something yesterday that… I mean, it has me really confused, and I just kinda wish somebody would tell me what to do and how to feel."

Chie snorted. "Thought Ai was really good at that. But okay, what happened?"

Rise told her, as briefly as she could. Which didn't end up being very brief. By the time she had explained the whole situation, they were stuffed into the back corner of Aiya, a couple of bowls of noodles and some sodas in front of them. The hot food would help them dry off after rolling around on a damp hill. Chie had plowed through a lot more of hers considering she was mostly listening and could let her mouth focus on that sweet sweet beef she coveted so much.

"Lembge geddiz straig."

"How about I let you swallow first?" Rise said with a wince. "I'm sorry, I just really can't understand you."

Chie nodded, chewed hard a few times, and gulped. "Ah! DAMN, do I love meat! Okay… what were we talking about?" When Rise let out an exasperated noise, she chuckled and said, "Just kidding. But yeah… I guess Ai's a guy. Weird."

"Right? Because I mean, look at her. How can she be a boy?!"

"Yeah! Like, I get what you were saying, about like… crossdressers on TV and junk. Some of them look like hell and some of them are really cute, but you can still tell. But Ai is like… he's a chick! Really, really a chick, like us! I'd never think…"

"Yeah," she agreed with a dejected sigh. "And at first I thought she was lying, Chie-chan, or trying to play a really mean joke on me, but now I don't think so. She was dead serious. And the way she talked about how hard it was for her to be herself when she was being told by everyone else she had to 'be manly'? I get that. Not that exactly but I know what it's like for everybody to be looking at you one way and wishing they could just… listen."

The tomboyish senior frowned down at her bowl as she stirred its contents with her chopsticks. "Pretty rotten. I mean, you weren't there for me having to confront my Shadow, but I used to have a lot more issues with that, too. I was jealous of Yukiko. That's stupid, she's my best friend! But she's so beautiful; I mean, you know, you've seen her. And I'm this fugly pile of dog doo."

"Aww, you are not," Rise said with a frown. "Don't say that."

"Nah, it's okay now. I mean, I know I'm not hideous but I'm not jealous because Yukiko is prettier anymore. That's just, like… I'm lucky to know her, and happy she gets attention. She deserves it." When she looked over and saw Rise's frown had completely turned upside down, she ducked her head. "Sh-shut up, I'm just happy for my friend!"

"Uh huh. But yeah… we've all been through a lot, and seen some really crazy stuff. I don't know why I freaked out so much about Ebihara now; so what if she is a boy? She's still a hotter girl than any of the rest of us will ever be, regardless."

Chie pointed her chopsticks at the idol. "Hey, watch it! You're lumping Yukiko in with the rest of us, and I know you're not trying to say she isn't the prettiest girl in Inaba!"

"Hey, hey, easy, Bruce Lee! Oh — right, did you get it?"

"Get what?"

"N-nothing." That was close; Yukiko would have had every right to be angry with her if she spilled the secret before its time.

"Riiight. Anyway, I… man, I'm really sorry for getting so cheesed off."

"You should be. I mean, you know I wasn't trying to diss anyone, I was just commenting on how pretty my girlfriend is. Boyfriend. Whatever."

"Yeah, that's gonna be a mind-fuck for a little while," Chie snickered as she took another huge bite. Where she put it all, Rise would never know. "So you didn't see it?"

"See what?" When Chie just stuck her pinky out and waggled it back and forth, eyebrows moving in much the same manner suggestively, Rise felt her face flush. "N-no, I did not."

"Awwwww, I was gonna ask about the size."

"CHIE!"

"Well, what else am I supposed to ask?!" she burst out in exasperation. "Like, clearly the rest of him looks like a chick, so that seems like the biggest difference! I just wanted to know how big that difference was!"

Pinching the bridge of her nose, she finally simply sighed, "I'll let you know. If I ever find out, I mean… since she's not talking to me today."

"Aww… yeah." Growing more serious, she stuck her chopsticks in the bowl and put an arm around Rise. "Listen… all dumb jokes aside, that sucks. But he's probably just trying to sort things out, like you are. I mean, you said he can't even figure out if he's a girl or a boy, so like, on top of having the hots for his new best friend? That's a lot."

Something about the way Chie kept saying "he" and "his" was bothering Rise. She knew it was technically accurate — again, assuming this was all true, which she had decided to believe for the time being — but it didn't sit right. Didn't Ai say she had known all along she was a woman, even when the world saw her as male? But she didn't want to get too bogged down by worrying about that niggling little detail just now.

"Okay, so I'm an idol, she's a fashionista. If she is a boy, maybe it's not as weird that we hook up — like, she could be my fashion designer when I make my comeback. Right? Or… if she's not a boy, then she can be, anyway, and… we could… date secretly."

"Secretly? I thought you said you would be Japan's first gay idol."

"I'd love to be, but I also don't know if that'll work. My management might not like that I'm throwing them a curveball. And… I guess…" Rise felt her eyes watering. That was stupid. "I don't want to stop being Risette."

Chie snorted. "Pretty sure you're going to be Risette forever, even if you don't like it. Which I thought you didn't, but like, you did say you're accepting it again."

"No, I meant that… if I really am interested in women, and I come out, I won't be 'Risette the idol'. I'll be 'Risette the gay icon', or 'that lesbian singer'. Dumb stuff like that. I've been thinking about it a lot, and that could be really cool, but it also means I have to give up having fans who just like me because I'm cute and I can sing. It'll get super political."

"Oh… yeesh, I hadn't thought about any of that junk at all. That sounds like a big pain."

Whimpering, she flopped down on her arms. "But it's important. Like, I've never thought it was right that queers in Japan don't have any representation really. Y'know?"

"But they do! Well… not a lot, I mean… Ikko, like you said, and that one drag queen, Matsuko Deluxe… and I thought I heard Utada might be? Or her teddy bear was…" When Rise just cracked an eye in her direction, she wilted. "Yeah, okay, so not that many. Seems like everybody's gay in the West, and over here it's like, five people."

"That we know about."

"Yeah. I never really thought that hard about it… but I guess… I should have."

A slight smirk tugged at the corner of Rise's mouth. "Why should you have? Hmmmm?"

"Well… you know."

"See? You can't even tell me! I'm right here telling you I made out with either a girl, or a guy who wears girl clothes better than me, and you still don't feel like you can tell me the truth! That's exactly it — we just don't wanna talk about it!"

Chie was poking the tips of her index fingers into each other as she stared down at her bowl, face glowing like a stoplight. Rise knew she was being a little mean, but she also had a decent reason to press this subject.

"Alright, forget it. I'm sorry."

"No, you're right, Rise-chan. I'm…" She took a deep breath, looked around the diner to make sure nobody was sneaking up on them. Still not that brave, it seemed. "I'm with Yukiko. We're together. And I don't just mean cool for the summer because we're trying stuff out; I mean forever. She's all mine, and she loves b-being mine, a-and… and I've never…"

Oh. Chie Satonaka, badass kung fu afficionado who helped save Inaba without anyone ever finding out what they did to protect the town… was crying. Rise sat up, brow furrowing hard as she watched this unprecedented phenomenon for a moment. Fat droplets of shame were rolling down to be absorbed by the collar of her ever-present green jacket as she gripped the skirt covering her thighs. How sad that trying to force herself to admit something like this was so difficult she couldn't do it without tears.

"Shhh," Rise soothed her as she pulled her into a warm embrace. And Chie clung as if she were a life raft. "It's okay. I'm on your side, okay? Remember? Investigation Team forever. Everything's gonna be fine."

That was all they could accomplish for a little while. Even though she was hiccuping and trying to keep her voice down, it seemed now that Chie had let down her ever-present shields it was all tumbling free in a rush. So Rise just held her, trying not to add to the mess by breaking down herself. Poor thing.

She only hoped time wouldn't make a liar out of her. Because if everything wasn't fine for Chie and Yukiko… then what chance did she and her boy-girlfriend have?

~ o ~

Ai did eventually get back into contact with her later that evening, via text. Her first order of business was a heartfelt apology for blowing her off all day. They both did the dance of trying to reassure the other person that it was no big deal, and they both just needed some space to figure things out.

AI: But I really threw you for a loop and we both know it

RISE: Definitely

RISE: I'm sorry I just don't have a gentle way to agree you really fucked me up

AI: Wow do you have to put it like THAT?!

AI: Sounds like I was doing it on purpose!

RISE: I know you weren't!

RISE: Seriously… I'm sorry I just needed to figure things out

AI: Yeah… me too

AI: Look can I just call

RISE: Oh uhhhhh I guess?

No answering text. Just her phone ringing, and the poor idol dropping it and leaning away on her bed. Feeling silly that it had startled her so badly, she scooped up the phone and answered. "Hello?"

"Do you hate me?"

Rise's blood froze in her veins as she sat up straighter. Ai sounded bad. Not just unhappy, or like she had been crying, but she sounded as if she were completely out of energy. Swallowing hard, she whispered, "Ai-chan? Are you okay? What's…"

"No." A little sniffle. "I… I fucked up."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm… so I've had this… I…" Rise didn't interrupt; just gave her time to collect her thoughts. "I'm bulimic. I've been purging on a regular basis since before junior high, and I thought I had it under control, but… today wasn't good."

"Oh…" Wincing at the notion, she went on, "Oh, that's terrible, I'm sorry. I mean, I get why you would, you… thought you needed to."

Silence. Then in a quiet whisper, "It's been worse lately. And I'm not stupid, I know it's because of you and me; I'm… messed up about it, and instead of confronting my feelings, I binge and purge. And it's disgusting, and I'm disgusting, and I haven't been able to keep anything down since… Shinjuku."

"Oh. The beer. That got you started again, didn't it?"

"Like I ever really stopped," she snorted harshly. "But you're not wrong. I've been pretty good about just sticking to my diet the past few months, and now I'm stress-eating all the time, and then I have to purge because my system can't handle it, a-and…"

When her words devolved into unintelligible noises, Rise just soothed her, "Wait, wait, it's okay. It's okay! I mean, I might not get all the, um… boy-girl stuff, and whether or not we should be… u-uh… whatever we should be." Wow, eloquent; pull it together, Rise! "But I'm used to bulimic girls."

"What? I mean, you are?"

"Sure. There's a ton of them in the entertainment industry; we're all supposed to look like adorable little stick figures who are always happy. It's hard. I'm just lucky that I'm naturally kind of lean, but I still do have to watch what I eat. Other girls aren't so lucky — like you. Just like that. So…"

Ai sounded so desperate for affirmation when she pleaded, "So I'm not broken?"

"No way! I mean, maybe you shouldn't do it anymore, but like, it happens all the time. You're not crazy, and you're not 'broken'. I mean it."

"That's… that's the most I've believed anyone when they told me that in a long time." A long sigh. She still sounded weak but Rise was trying to suppress slamming the panic button. "Dad tells me that, too, but he isn't very convincing. I mean, he's my dad, he has to say that shit."

Giggling softly, she laid back on her bed and picked at a fray in the comforter with her painted nails. "Yeah, I get that. Well, with my grandma. My parents don't even call."

"Bitches." They both laughed. "Um… I think I'm gonna make myself go get some juice… but um… before I go…"

"Yes?"

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why are you so nice to me? I don't deserve it. No," she cut her off, and Rise almost laughed that her friend had predicted she was going to protest. "Don't argue, you know I'm a hot fucking mess. And I boss people around, and I… but you pushed until I let you befriend me. And I don't get it. I thought you were a nerd and a glutton for punishment, and you still showed me all this gross love until I caught it. Why would you? Why waste all that time on a gender-bending jerk like me when you could have picked any-"

"You're not a jerk. You're not a mess. And you are not alone."

The next word was a sob, but she was reasonably sure what she said was "Rise". So she just waited, curling up on her sheets more tightly with the phone pressed to her ear. Waiting, until finally… "Thank you."

"Hey, no big deal. Just… don't give up, okay? I'm in your corner, and I'm always going to be. You got a friend in me."

"Why does that sound so familiar?" she half-laughed.

Curling up with a warm smile on her face, Rise purred into the phone, "I have no idea, Ebi-chan. But I mean each and every word."

To Be Continued…

#we'll face ourselves #persona 4 fanfiction #saphir de lune #p4 fanfic #rise x ai #forkanna writes #jess the writer

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unik0rnu · 4 years ago

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Page 3, Bloody Welcome

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Dogmeat was whining as Lucy started packing herself for another trip, taking only necessary supplies to ease her load as she planned also on taking broadsider along this time.

- Look, i don’t know what is there. The only way is through station so i can’t even say how this place looks now and who the hell is still sending a signal. He stole her new blade in an attempt to keep her a bit longer and play a bit.

- Aww cmon, i promise to come back. She gave him a good scratch before thinking more about her next destination. -Well...actually i cannot promise anything in this bloody land but you get me boy. You are too good for all this crap out there. Hell...soon you might be even too good for me. She sighted and took the knife back, attaching it tightly to the belt.

- Next and maybe last destination...Nuka World. The memories of that place might not have been the best for her but it left an impact in the back of her head that strongly wanted her to go back and have one more look

The station was ruined, music still softly playing in the background, low enough to hear a swarm of steps and small talks.

-Gunners....always there when least needed. This bunch didn’t seem like for a much talk. She ran low towards ruined garage to eavesdrop on a discussion they were having currently at the station entrance.

- Our patrol is still there but they did set up some bloody gauntlet, and that place is swarmed by fucking raiders, they never saw so many of them and so organized, un-fucking-believable. I don’t know how they managed to push our boys away but they gonna fucking pay.

- Organized raiders? That sounded indeed weird after having a look at the Commonwealth type. Although she knew she needs to focus right now on getting first inside the station. Few smoke grenades might have been the answer to that noticing one more patrol on the roof as well. As the spotted the occasion she threw some of them, releasing a thick smoke cloud into the air and rushing towards the entrance taking a cover after cover. She had to leave and fast before they will decide to follow in her steps.

-Ouch...who the fuck are you? Lucy almost stumbled on Harvey, barely spotting him, lying on the ground.

- I’m Harvey...please, listen me out, the raiders....my family..is stuck there with these bloody raiders...She looked at him with no emotions on her face, while he was going on with the story looking back to see if she needs to run any second from gunners.

- Look, Harvey i don’t care and i’m in a bit of a rush. So if u don’t mind get yourself together and out of my way. She walked past him towards the train control terminal to activate the ride.

- Wait. He stood up, leaving the act, appearing completely fine, looking at her with a surprise in his eyes. - You actually wanna go there, on your own? Just like that? Harvey couldn’t believe.

- Yes, i do. What? You gonna try to stop me now, with another sobby story? She crossed her arms and stood in front of him as he blocked the entrance.

- I mean, its a trap. You can die there. Ain’t you scared? Harvey stepped aside as she squinted her eyes at him.

- Scared? No...and i don’t have much to lose Harvey. I already lost everything anyway. She heard the steps of gunners and clinging of their weapons slowly arriving down the stairs. - Also i would hide in your place. Maybe we see each other later. Lucy jumped in the train and pulled the lever, sending the train into movement, leaving the gunner patrol behind, swearing and sending bullets after her.

- Suckers. She sat down and took a break to analyze her situation. Raiders, organized enough to challenge gunners. That must be something but why would they set up the gauntlet, what was the meaning and purpose of it. At this point the curiosity of this group along with another calmex shot sent her into the focused state. One task at the time - survive, then ask questions..if needed.

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After a while of riding, the light at the end of a tunnel hit the front window of the wagon. The warm, dessert land showed up at her eyes, with a colorful landscapes around, abandoned yet it managed to keep its weird and amusing at the same time climate despite the lack of crowds of people around. Lucy pulled herself from the sit on which she stretched herself comfortably almost falling asleep, listening alone to a motion of train hitting the rails.

- Now that’s...something impressive? She raised her eyebrow upon passing a tree filled with hanging cages, still filled with fresh bodies and decorated in a awfully yet interesting manner. Like a Christmas tree, straight out of a horror movie. The voice of a guide got shortly disrupted by the low grunt, coughing in the speakers before calling her out.

- So..you are the first one that came here willingly, dayum. Didn’t care for Harvey and his sobby story eh? If you are not a hero then you either must think you are badass or you have nothin to lose? Coming to the gauntlet like its bloody another trip. I hope we prove ya wrong. But if you manage to survive i want to have a word with ya before assuming anything...Also i’m Gage, Porter Gage and , i ll be watchin your brave shit-ass. Good luck. You gonna need it.

- He guessed right, they might not be that stupid after all too. She chuckled to herself and stood up as the train arrived at the last station. At one moment she swore she saw a figure at the end of the wagon nodding towards her. A familiar voice from the past echoed in her head as she looked at it: “A small challenge once in a while might teach you something, Feit. Don’t let me down”. She shook her and looking back the shadow was no longer there.

-Its just drugs again...She sighted and attached the cannon to her back taking a good look around before exiting the wagon. She was glad on not taking dogmeat with her as the look of the place was screaming only one word - death.

#fallout 4 #fo4 #nuka world #lucy feit #lucy's diary #re-written #using old screenshot still #stop.drop pose mod

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sulfurousdreamscapes · 5 years ago

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I could only see the man through a side mirror that happened to lay in front of me. My body lay paralysed on the rough asphalt, battered with the stings of the tiniest, most vengeful stones. In the distance, buildings collapsed and the dust clouds spread faster than you'd have dreamt.

The end was here, and I was lying on the street amidst the debris, looking at the reflection of a man squatting on the street behind me.

"That's a shame, isn't it," he said, shaking his head. "That's a real shame. Your favourite professor died yesterday, didn't she? She got to live a full life. No such luck for you, though. Your life thread's going to be snapped in half because the world's coming to an end."

My jaw wouldn't move, and my throat wouldn't produce so much as a wheeze. If I knew I was alive, it was only because I felt my breath against the hair in front of my face.

"You, and all the other people, too. The children have it the worst, can you imagine what they could have accomplished if only they'd had full lives?"

I breathed. I wanted to get my stupid hair out of my face, but my fingers barely moved. I wanted to turn around and face the man, but I had to watch him through the mirror.

"Let's say you got to live a full life, what would you do?" he asked me, and paused for me to answer. He went on when I did not answer. "I feel really sorry for you. Tell you what, I'll grant you a full life. As much as was granted to you when you were born, as much as you were supposed to live, before this whole... apocalypse business happened."

I closed my eyes. It helped.

"Except, you won't live the life you were to live. You'll get that much time, but not that actual life. Does that sound good to you? Consider it on the house."

When I opened my eyes, I was holding a red flower by the stem. The amber sunlight streamed in from between the leaves that canopied the garden below. I twirled the flower in my hand, and my daughter tugged at my sleeve.

"Earth to mom, earth to mom?" my daughter asked. "You were telling me what that flower is called."

I looked at the light of my life, with her two sparkling eyes and her hand in a cast. I remembered something about a side mirror, but I wasn't sure what that was. Did I know a professor who died recently?

"I don't know," I said.

"You don't know the name of the flower you were going to tell me the name of?" my daughter asked.

The cabin we lived in was behind her, beyond a little brook that you had to cross using an adorable wooden bridge.

Two streams of memory, flowing into me at once, mixing and displacing each other until I wasn't sure anymore of what was my memory. Maybe they both were my memories. Maybe none of them were my memories.

And then, of course, the cloud in the background, which rose from the ground and swelled up into the sky, turning the whole sky so bright that my eyes couldn't see.

"You don't know?" I heard.

When I could see again, I was rowing a boat. My muscles were just about ready to burst, but I had passengers to ferry. They were quiet, but they kept glancing at me like I was planning to rob them midway. Then I realised it was my skin. Of course it was my skin. They liked my muscles, just not my skin.

There was a flower in the boat. Red petals, marked by grime and stamped-on. No one noticed it, but I did. Was there a daughter, and was she asking me about the name of the flower? I squinted at it. Why was I thinking of college professors, when I had never been to college?

"Is something wrong?" one of the passengers asked.

"Oh god, he's going to do it. I told you he would," one of the other passengers said.

"No," I whispered, and I tried to hold the boat steady as it rocked unpredictably. I looked up at the horizon, and found a wave bigger than I'd ever seen, swelling even further and raging towards us.

The oar fell out of my hands and my knees became weak. I jumped aboard. The water hit me hard enough that I blanked out, if only for a while.

When I came to, I emerged out of the bathtub. I took deep breaths as the memories kept clawing for me, but kept slipping away. The radio I had going was playing jazz music, but the broadcast was interrupted by an emergency announcement. Something about staying safe...

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damndaehyung · 4 years ago

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JTMD Au ll Part 2

“Is it wrong that i am a little nervous,” Emily asked as they stepped into the Kappa Alpha Theta house. It was Emily’s first college party and technically Daniel’s as well. On the way here she had been more than excited constantly telling Daniel that she didn’t need him to look after her but now she was a little more nervous.

“No,” Daniel said with a shake of his head and a squeeze of her hand... “But you don’t need to be, I am here to make sure you make it through your first college party unscathed,” and untouched he thought, the only reason he came along was to make sure no boys got brave. He sighed surely a sorority party would have fewer men at them.

“Emily,” In seconds a girl yelled out from the other side of the room, Daniel and Emily turned to see a light brown haired girl waving at them with a wide smile. Beside her was a dark-haired girl who looked like she was looking at Daniel like she was trying to telepathically blow him up.

“Your friends?” Daniel asked raising an eyebrow fixing his own glare at the darker haired girl. Emily nodded, grabbing Daniel’s arm along. “Emily i don’t remember agreeing to meet your friends,” he whined as she pulled him through the crowds. “I am only interested in Sungjae, not these ones,” he complained.

“Soomin, Mimi,” Emily giggled as soon as they got to the pair, pulling each of them in for a quick hug. “This is my cousin, Daniel, Daniel, these are my friends Soomin,” she nodded the bright smiling one and “Eunmi,” she said the girl who was still glaring at Daniel.

“Wow is everyone in your family pretty,” Soomin pouted. Daniel snorted starting to ask if they had seen Jessica only to get an elbow to the ribs from Emily.

“Aren’t you a little too old to be hanging out with freshmen?” Eunmi said. “Don’t you have any friends?”

“Mimi don’t be rude,” Another girl said, arms linked with a boy, Daniel was ready to snap at him if even looked at Emily. . “Hi you must be Daniel, we’ve heard so much about you,” the girl spoke as Daniel turned to Emily wondering what exactly she had been telling these people. “I’m Nora and this guy is David,” she said nodding her head to the boy beside her. Daniel turned to his full attention to the boy, raising an eyebrow at the way he squirmed under his gaze. Oh, he thought, a smirk making its way onto his face he didn’t worry about David at all.

“Right well it was nice to meet you Soomin, Nora and David,” he said, winking at the younger boy who flushed. “I am going to leave you guys to do whatever it is you do,” he said turning to Emily. “What were the rules?” he asked Emily who groaned.

“Don’t drink any drinks that aren’t in an unopened bottle, don’t go anywhere without a friend and if a guy gets handsy with me knee him in the groin and then curb stomp him while he is done,” she repeated as Daniel nodded along proudly, he had taught her so well.

“Perfect, I’ll be around if you need me,” he said, pecking her cheek and glaring at that Eunmi girl one last time. He didn’t know what her problem was but it was now a mutual problem, he’d be having a talk with Emily about getting better friends. Maybe she could hang out with Sungjae outside of work, that would make things so much easier, no more having to go to that cafe every single day and only getting a few minutes of Sungjae’s attention.

He made his way to where the drinks were, grabbing a bottle of Heineken from the cooler, shaking his head as he downed it. He wasn’t a fan of beer let alone light beer that couldn't even give him a light buzz. Daniel stood against the wall, the scowl on his face hopefully made it clear that he wasn’t interested in interacting with anyone.

“I am sorry I’d really love to chat with you but i promised my friend over here a dance,” A girl said coming to stand next Daniel patting his arm as her male accomplice looked him up and down an unimpressed look on his face. Why this guy thought he had any right to be unimpressed by Daniel when he was literally wearing a Ralph Lauren polo shirt to a party. He turned to the girl ready to tell her off for including him in whatever silly game she was playing until their eyes met and he could see the desperation in her eyes.

“Yes i am sorry,” Daniel said dryly, “my friend pinky promised so i guess she will just have to miss whatever witty conversation you were going to have,” he said rolling his eyes. “If you’d excuse us,” he said holding his hand out for the woman, she slid his hand into it laughing as Daniel twirled around her. “We have a dancefloor waiting for us, by-ee,” he said wink as he lead the girl onto the dancefloor.

Once they were out of view Daniel immediately dropped the girls hand spinning around to glare at her raising an eyebrow. “What was that about?” he all but spat. “If that was some scheme to try and get in my pants boy do i have news for you,” he said sarcastically.

“No shit sherlock,” The girl said with an eye roll. “I figured my server lack of penis would be a deal killer,” she snorted as Daniel looked at her incredulously. “Look i didn’t mean to drag you into anything but i am so tired of frat boys trying to chat me up while also attempting to feel me up,” she snapped. “I only came to this party since its my last year here and I really just wanted to have fun,” she said.

“That was an acceptable reason I suppose,” Daniel said tilting his head to the side. “Why you decided to come to this party to have fun doesn’t make sense but who am I to judge you,” he shrugged.

The girl laughed. “Okay fair but i do get the feeling you are judging me to the moon and back,” she said as Daniel shrugged with a sheepish grin. “And long story short i am a part of this sorority but i haven't been to this party since i was a freshman so after many bottles of red wine nostalgia hit me and i agreed to come but my friend ditched me for one of the Sigma boys,” she said. Daniel nodded pretending to understand and care about what she was saying.

“That’s a pity,” he commented. “Well since we are going to be the hottest couple at this party you might as well know my name, I am Daniel, you can call me Daniel - Only Daniel,” Daniel said, he already had people ignoring his no nickname rules he didn’t need anyone else thinking they could, he shuddered at the idea of being called Dan or Niel. Disgusting.

“Mia, also just Mia,” she laughed. “So Daniel, only Daniel, should i be worried about a boyfriend coming, finding us dancing and flipping out?” she asked as she pulled him towards the dancefloor.

“Not that i know off but who knows, I can’t help it if people fall in love with me,” he shrugged. “Do i need to be worried, are the frat boys going to gang up on me later?” he asked.

“Well if they do I’ll beat them up,” she snorted, “this legs can do more than make this dress look pretty,” she said as Daniel looked down. Her legs were doing a lot for her Bulgari dress. “And no my boyfriend is not like that at all, he looks tough but deep down he is a teddy bear,” she said, Daniel tried not to gag at the way she seemed so smitten. “But he is sadly out of town,” she pouted.

“Lovely,” Daniel said dryly. ‘I mean … sorry?”

“Right,” Mia snorted, “Maybe less talking more dancing?” she offered, Daniel had no choice but to accept because he was over awkward conversations.

As much as he hated to admit it, dancing and interacting with Mia was a lot easier than Daniel expected. So much so when she invited out next week he agreed almost instantaneously. Things were going a little too well because over her shoulder he noticed a rather horrifying scene. Boys. Near his cousin. Boys, as in plural. He had expected one might become interested after all Emily was a pretty girl but two! He would just have to pit them against each other and then destroy the winner.

“What has got you grumpy? Your crush show up with someone else?” Mia teased as he spun her around mindlessly.

“Don’t be ridiculous Sungjae would never be here,” he said before pausing, realization hitting him like a ton of bricks he never actually mentioned having a crush to Mia and be the smirk on her face he wouldn’t be hearing the end of it any time soon.

“Sungjae you say,” She hummed. “I need to look into him,” she giggled. “Get you hooked up and then we can have double dates,” she joked.

“Shut up we need to go over there,” he said pointing in the direction Emily was currently standing.

Mia rolled her eyes but let him pull her along. “Daniel, do you think maybe you might be embarrassing her if you do something?” Daniel scowled, he may like Mia enough but he wasn’t going to be told how to look after his cousin by her. He was about to give her a piece of his mind and remind her that they weren’t anywhere near close enough for that when she was pushed to the side, landing awkwardly in a nearby strangers chest. Daniel’s annoyance changing targets to an oddly familiar-looking blonde girl who quickly apologised to Mia before she turned her attention to a group of three other girls. Daniel let out a laugh as he realized that the other three were Tyler’s other girlfriends.

“As if Jane, Tyler would never waste his time with a girl like you,” the brunette girl from the restaurant spoke. “Just stop lying to people, we all know you are busy spreading your legs for anything with a guitar pick, ex-best friend’s boyfriends included,” she said viciously, a smirk making its way onto her face. Ahh nothing like slut-shaming real classy off her.

“Know your place Olivier don’t you dare bring that up,” the girl from the cafe spoke. “And what about you, you're lying as well telling everyone you are dating Ty as well are you kidding me? Could you be any more obsessed with him, it's really pathetic,” she said looking at the ‘Olivier’ girl with so much contempt.

“And what about you Minah? Holding onto a childhood crush really? A different blonde spoke, must be the lingerie girl.

“Should you be speaking, haven’t you had a crush on Tyler like forever, do you honestly expect us to believe he’d be interested in a little girl like you?” the club girl spoke.

“You have got to be kidding me,” Mia said as the club girl leapt on the french girl pinning her to the ground. Daniel rolled his eyes at the loud chorus jeers and cheers that came from most of the male present. “Oh,” she said, watching as the other blonde and the restaurant girl started to argue, the brunette girl slapping the other, the blonde growled grabbing her hair and throwing her back right into Emily who unfortunately didn’t have some stranger to fall into instead landing on the ground with a thud.

Daniel pushed through the crowd to his cousin noticing one of the boys from before was helping her up. “Emmy,” he said taking out of the boy’s arms with a glare. “Does it hurt? Should i call an ambulance?” he asked looking down at her ankle which was swelling up.

“I am okay,” Emily said trying to stand on her own only to a let out a wail. “Okay maybe not,” she said through gritted teeth. Her friends and the boy all crowded around her, the David boy telling the glaring girl to get her to a seat and tell miss smiley to go get some ice.

Daniel opened his mouth to protest but Emily squeezed his arm mouthing it’s okay, she said hopping over to her friends, He turned to follow but noticed Mia and a few other girls struggling to pull the fighting girlfriends of one Tyler Lee apart. He rolled his eyes going to over where Mia was trying to keep the blonde from the club off one of the brunettes, “Jane seriously calm down,” one of the other girls spoke.

“Ara this isn’t worth it,” the girl Daniel recognised said to the younger girl.

“Of course it’s not a bunch of idiot girls fighting over the same idiot boy who is probably out banging another idiot girl,” Daniel commented as Jane sneered at him.

“As if you know anything,” she commented with a sneer as the girl she had been fighting stood up as well, hair a mess and lipstick smudged.

“Yeah my boyfriend,” the Olivier girl said possessively. “Is at home resting because he has a big match tomorrow,” she said with a grin.

“Is that what he is told all of you?” he asked raising an eyebrow. “Trust me he isn’t just like i am sure told the rest of you he was busy on the night he took this one out for dinner,” he said pointing to Olivier, “Or maybe it was when he was out clubbing with Jane, you’re welcome for the drinks by the way,” he said with an eye roll. “Or when you putting on a private show at the La Perla shop?” he said slap happy blonde. “Oh don’t forget the time this one was turning me off an entire nation with the antics, oh i love when you speak French baby,” “ he spat bitterly, “but that was the middle of the day so maybe he was studying,” he laughed. “You are all so pathetic fighting each other instead of the guy that cheated on you all,” he shook his head.

“Come on Mia lets go,” he said to Mia, who looked on with amusement, he said grabbing his friend and pulling towards where Emily and friends were gathered.

“I feel like you will regret getting involved,” Mia said in a sing-song voice. “All those girls looking for revenge and you are just there as a target,” she said with a laugh.

“Oh well, what are they going to do? Pull my hair? And they should be thanking me,” he said with an eye roll not knowing that in a few hours Mia would be very right.

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