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bakugohoex · 4 years ago

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I was rewatching death note and when L did his monster speech this request was born! So the idea is Bakugo and iida (separately ) with a s/o who has trust issues and is liar ,nothing extremely serious like betraying them! More like smaller stuff? They probably confront them asking why they lie so much!”

({and btw if you haven’t herd L’s monster speech you should for inspiration buts that’s your choice! Have a happy holiday!✨)

“y/n just tell me the fucking truth for once”

pairing: katsuki bakugo x female reader

cw: this long sorry, violence, language, some topics of abuse but it isn’t in detail, kissing and fluff

word count: 5200+

a/n: hi sorry i don’t write for iida cause i find him really annoying and i don’t think i have the facilities to write him, but i do write bakugo so here it is, also i love the L speech sm and anything in italics is either a reference to the speech or directly incorporates the speech, have a happy rest of the holiday as well

summary: in which you were raised by villains, by being saved by the heroes, the trust issues and lying you were brought upon reflects you now, bakugo grows ever more frustrated at your lying and all your truths come out

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The echo of the wind bashing against the windowsill roared through the commission, the white walls cascaded around you, it was painful and enduring at how you sat in the middle of the silent room. Waiting. No. Watching, you were listening and seeing those around you, a muzzle around your mouth to surpress your voice. Your wrists coated with the metal handcuffs, you were trapped, and you being stalked by those around you.

“Miss Y/l/n, we have found your family.” The voice is loud and monotone, you didn’t care, fuck your family, fuck what they did to you, fuck them.

Unable to move your hands to put a middle finger up at the camera, one movement causing an electrifying bolt run through your arms. You hated being here, you would rather fend for yourself on the streets than be involved in a hell hole like this.

“No words of happiness.” The sound of a certain pro hero caught your ears, the one who had captured you, held you against your will, locked you in this room. Number two pro hero Hawks.

“You can kill them for all I care.” Your voice dripped with malice not looking up at him.

Monsters who will not show themselves and will cause trouble.

You heard him say something quietly behind him before the jingle of keys were heard. He walked to the handcuffs undoing them, the muzzle clenched against your face, leaving sore marks, he grabbed at it making you face him. You were about to activate your quirk, but he quickly let go making you stop.

“We’re sending you to UA.” You eyes widened, what did a shitty school like UA need with a villain like you.

He looked at your sore wrists, before the signs of the bruises vanished underneath your thumb which you had been rubbing against the purple. He watched you touch your neck which had bruises from being pushed to the ground, all disappearing in a single touch. “A school like that doesn’t need me.”

“Of course it does, your quirk can be used for good.” He softly speaks sitting beside you on the white floor. The room was suffocating, and you wanted to leave it as soon as you could.

“I can’t, I know how to kill, I was raised to kill.” You put your hands to your face, getting rid of the cuts that erupted on your face, with an instance it was all gone. “If I touch you and activate my quirk, I could break you.”

He looks at your tired eyes, a child broken and used by your family to become a villain. “I’ll make a deal with you.”

It gains your attention and with an instance you look at the man, he holds his hand out you grab it with ease, his fingers were soft, you could imagine them breaking under your touch. He guides you out of the room, you walked past to where many other rooms which you assumed where blank and lifeless. Before seeing a window, it was to another room, you saw a woman in bed, she was bandaged up but the silver around her wrist made you in an instance know who it is.

“Your mother she’s dying, the families she ruined wont get proper justice, but I’ll let you go in, you can scream, shout hell you can kill her yourself, but you will join UA.” The sound of being able to kill her, kill the woman who had stolen you away.

“She’s not my mother, she found me.” They were never your family; they had seen you at such a young age and stolen you to indoctrinate.

Monsters who abduct children.

He nods already knowing, “we’ll lock the door.” All that flashed through your eyes was murder, she had taken it all from you, you never wanted to see her family, her stupid husband and her stupid son, you hated them all and you were going to kill her.

The sound of the door locking made you move towards her, she looked up thinking you were hear to save her. “My daughter.” The words were careless and made you angrier.

“I was never your daughter…” You pause her frail fingers had started to wrinkle and her face becoming grey and hair patchy.

“Y/n.” He breathing was rough, but you didn’t care, with an instant you went up to her exposed hands.

A smile formed on your lips, maybe you were a sadist, but you could do one last villainous action, make her fie even quicker, make her beg for forgiveness. Then you would go to UA, you would forget about the torture, forgot about them. You would become something a lot more than they had ever expected.

“I’m going to kill you.” It was comical but her face fell.

“You heartless bitch.” She shouted, “you fucking bitch, no wonder nobody loves you.” You didn’t care about her words smiling away.

The way her fingers cracked under your touch, each bone breaking the screams filling the room. You didn’t care touching even more of her before you moved directly to her heart. Hawks had heard the screams ignoring it maybe it was wrong of him to let you do this. But you deserved justice, your hand moved on top of her chest.

“Y/n…please.” She begged it was heaven in your ears, the woman who had tormented you was begging for you too stop and what else could you do but disagree. She had clinged onto your wrist, tightening her grip, unable to use her own quirk due to the medication, this was your only chance.

Hawks knew it was over, opening the door to see you walk out, he looked at you expecting some emotion but was brought with happiness, almost joy. “Where are the other two?”

“You’ll see them again when they’re locked up, but that’s it, you cant kill them.” You nodded, you’d find a way, you’d find a way to kill them both, but you kept your composure.

The day flew past he explained how you’d have to lie, pretend your life was normal. But the main thing he wanted you to know was.

“If you kill any of them, I’ll be the one to kill you Y/n.” You nod, you had a straight face for most of his lecture, but you felt like he was trying to replace the adult figures you had had in your life. “If you get into any trouble, call me or just want to know how to act human, I know you haven’t been in the best education, but this is a fresh chance.”

“Okay.” It was simple and whilst sleeping in the commission in a much better area with colour and natural light. You watched the sky, watched how the stars danced around the moon, you admired it from a far but oh how you wished to see it up close.

The night was calming, and you were restless, but it wasn’t out of fear of going to UA, it was of fear they would find out who you were. Find out you were a villain, find out that you had caused deaths along the way. You were confident in your abilities, but they were new people, you had been surrounded by A rank and B rank villains all your life. Hell you had been classed as an A rank villain but now you would become something in life.

Hawks hadn’t bothered to tell you about your real parents, all that was known was you had been on the streets, you were a nobody and you would remain like that if you tried hard enough. The night had led to a lack of sleep with tossing and turning, the nightmares blaring through your head. The torment the way they would use your quirk at the tender age of five to kill and kill again.

Monsters who devour dreams.

The sound of coughing woke you up in your slumber, you hadn’t grown close to the winger hero. But he was trying, he gave you your new uniform, helped you pack a bag with everything and even gave encouraging words along the way.

The uniform was gross but after being trapped for weeks in solitude you were finally getting human contact, experiencing the world. “I’ll help you settle in; the teachers know your…past.” You nod, he was avoiding it and so were you, the drive being filled with silence.

Your gaze had been out the window, the hues of red and yellow cascaded through the sky, it was beautiful. A month ago the only thing you had seen was thick concrete walls, murder only occurring inside of the building you had called home for years.

“We’re here.” He whispers opening the door for you, taking your bags he watches you hit the air and feel the sun, “I think that’s the first time I’ve seen you smile.”

Your surpress the smile looking down, “make friends Y/n.” You nod, you were able to make friends, of course you were it was the not sticking out like a sore thumb that bothered you.

These people will have known each other for a month’s now but you, you weren’t normal. Hawks gave a smile walking you inside the building, “I’ll go drop your bags off to your new room once you’ve settled in.”

You walked past the doors, before arriving in front of a humongous door, shrugging at how Hawks spoke about the class. “The league tried to get them.” You mutter out. “They had talked to Shigaraki about it prior, we were going to go with them but my bro…he got sick.”

It was a lie of course; it wasn’t that he had gotten sick. You had touched him; broken his arm and you had been punished in an instant. You were made to sleep in the rain, eat off the ground, it was torture and you had felt sucked to death.

Monsters who suck blood.

Hawks nods, you misspeaking made you nervous, this was the first time you would be talking and listening to people who you weren’t about to kill. The door opened and you didn’t dare face the class, the teacher who you assumed was Aizawa stood in a sleeping bag, you dismissed it knowing how powerful his quirk was.

“We’ve got a new student today, Y/n Y/l/n and pro hero Hawks is here.” The shock on there faces was something, but it felt more to Hawks than it was to you.

“I’ll be leaving I’ll call tonight.” You nod at Hawks watching him leave with your stuff, your bag hanged loosely on your shoulder. You analysed them all, scanning up and down before you saw the boy who you knew Shigaraki had captured, the Katsuki Bakugo and Izuku Midoriya who your ‘parents’ had told you about.

You stopped staring at them, Izuku looked down not meeting your gaze whilst Bakugo scowled at you, “why don’t you introduce yourself?”

“Oh umm…” You stuttered Hawks had made you practice a fake backstory but, in an instant, it was forgotten, “I’m Y/n Y/L/N, I moved here with my family a…and ugh.”

Monsters who always tell lies.

You didn’t know what else to say, refusing to meet their gazes as you looked out the window, the birds chirping, petals falling in the August heat, it was beautiful, how life spewed out into the world. But also how easily it was to destroy life, how in one touch everything could break and deteriorate, “Y/n.” Aizawa had been repeating your name but you hadn’t gotten out of your daze until the third time.

“Yes.” You whisper.

He points to a seat behind Bakugo and in front of Midoriya, “go sit behind Bakugo.” You nod, walking past them all, they seemed already accustom to their friends. This was going to be a lot harder; it wasn’t like you were infiltrating it to gain anything. You going against the indoctrination and being the opposite of what you had been brought up to be.

You felt someone tap your shoulder as Aizawa went to what looked like sleep, quickly turning around to meet the green haired boy. “I’m Izuku Midoriya.”

You pretended to not know him, smiling as you introduced yourself again, “Yeah I heard.”

“Why did your parents move?” A blonde boy shouted, you saw the black in his hair, it was a look, but you had seen a lot worse hairstyles.

“Oh, work.” It was an easy enough lie which nobody would be able to see through. “We move around a lot.”

He doesn’t say anymore, as some of the girls come around the table, all introducing themselves, you smile thinking this had become easier by the minute. As quickly as introductions had occurred between the whole class, the day had begin to conclude and all that was left was training.

You didn’t have a hero costume so remained in the UA uniform; it was easy enough. With the odd amount of people, Aizawa had made you stay beside him. “I want you to break all of their left legs.”

Was this a trick or a ploy? You were happy to accept knowing this to be an easy enough thing to do, you saw how they had all began to bunch together. It was paced easily, skimming through each and everyone of them, jumping onto the high buildings as you touched all their left legs with ease, even Midoriya whose quirk you had known to be superior had not been paying attention, you easily touched it before hiding it. Your last victim was Bakugo who seemed to be jumping around, you saw how he stood in front of Kirishima in the open area, well you were going to make this a show.

You already heard the screams of some of the class and whilst being distracted you touched the blond’s leg, having assumed it was the wind he ignored the feeling. Ready to attack just as you bounced back to Aizawa.

In an instance you saw the class cascade onto their left knees, the shouting and tears flowing from some of them. It was quick enough, and you almost felt the thrill of killing from doing this small action.

Even Bakugo who had tried to not become grounded was repressing growls at the pain, “What’s ha…” You heard Momo ask on the ground, even the boy you had known as Endeavor’s son had collapsed onto the floor.

“It’s good, and you can heal them as well.” Aizawa ignored the class taking it as an endurance test.

You nodded about to go reverse it, “no let them feel it.” He had stopped you, you spaced in and out watching them on the floor, you stood in silence, it was easy enough to be stealthy even the invisible girl was easy to get after seeing the gloves floating about.

Aizawa after a couple minutes let you touch there legs again, all regaining strength again. They were all a bit out of it but Bakugo seemed the most pissed at you, not understanding your quirk. The class stood in silence looking at you, you didn’t look at them, wanting to leave and just look out at the sky for a bit.

“Y/n, was that your quirk?” The questions cascaded out, but you refused to answer, you didn’t care if they knew but you felt anxious and untrustworthy of these people. They could end up using it against you, hell they might even try and cut your hands off, so you’re left quirk less.

You had heard it happened to Overhaul so what would make you think that these groups of future pro heroes wouldn’t do it you. “No.” Is all you say, it was a lie, and you were going to stick by it forever.

Lying monsters they are much more cunning than other monsters.

Look into the horizon and see hope, “can we go now?” You muttered to Aizawa, he nodded, you didn’t stop to talk to them instantly leaving.

You didn’t want to face the question and answers, you wanted to be alone. You understood after all these years of being isolated, making friends, being around other people had took a toll on you and you wanted to curl up into a ball.

You grabbed your bag changing as quick as you could, instantly walking past the class who had just arrived to change. You saw the message on the phone Hawks had given you a number and floor of where you assumed your room was.

Whilst walking towards where the dorms were you heard the shout of your name. Turning around you were met with Todoroki, “oh hi.”

“Your quirk its…” He trailed off not knowing the words.

He joined you in the walk to the dorms, “you can say villainous, I can kill people with it.”

“I wasn’t going to say that but at least you’re on our side.” He smiles out before talking about the class and how impressed they were with your quirk.

All you could think about were the words he had said though our side, what did it mean? Were there sides to this world, were you going to remain on the side of justice or go against Hawks and run and kill and be killed by him.

You had ignored everything else he had said, “I’m glad I’m on your side as well.” It was a blatant lie, but you were trying, trying to put on a façade. You tried to understand him, understand the emotions that were around you. But you didn’t understand it, didn’t understand how something has harmless as you had done had made them impressed. If they wanted to be impressed, you could kill someone. If they really wanted.

They pose as humans even though they have no understand of the human heart.

Todoroki talked about how meals worked and the works and before you knew it, he had dropped you off directly outside the dorm room. “I’ll come get you for dinner.” You nodded before sucking in a breath. You had your own room, your own sanctuary, you could make it look however you wanted.

You walked inside seeing your bags to the side, a desk and a bed it was normal and empty. Hell if you knew what to do with the room, you had no pictures to put up, no possessions only the new clothes Hawks had brought you. It was barren and you expected it would remain this way.

You laid on the bed, feeling the soft and warm covers, it was a new experience, the rags you had slept in prior being nothing compared to this. It was comfort that you had never experience, the few hours later bringing the half haired boy to your room.

You had put the clothes in the designated area and been waiting on the bed, staring out of the window. It was getting dull and wearing the clothes that fit too right, you opened the door to see Todoroki.

“We’re waiting downstairs.” You nod, pulling at the sleeves of the shirt as you followed the boy. He made conversation which you gave small yeah back too. You were eating for the sake of it, eating to fuel you it wasn’t to satisfy or pleasure you it was to make you stronger. That’s how you had been brought up and that’s how you seemed to remain.

You saw the class crowding a table, a confusion settling on your face. Even the angry Bakugo was perched on the table, Todoroki coughed, and everybody turned their backs. “She’s hear.” Mina squealed, “we got you a cake to celebrate you joining our class.”

Your face fell in confusion, why were they being nice? You had hurt them and now they had gotten you a cake, you had never had a cake, always being told it was bad for you and would ruin your quirk.

“A c…cake.” You stuttered.

“Yeah, a cake, look its got frosting.” Ururaka smiled moving to show you the cake.

It was Midoriya the next to speak, “we think your quirk is really cool and don’t want you to think we think it’s a villain quirk or something.”

Your eyes widened; the cake had blue frosting but the sound of Midoriya repeating what Todoroki spoke out too you. You took a deep breath before faking a smile, everybody seemed to believe it and your next words, “thank you guys so much it means a lot.”

Bakugo knew, Bakugo saw how your eyes were lying, how your face might have been smiling but inside you were dying. Those eyes of yours, the way your upper lip twitched whilst cutting the cake. He saw it all and, in the end, he saw how your fingers skimmed the knife, as if you were thinking about murder. But what did he know about an extra like you.

They eat even though they’ve never experienced hunger.

A couple weeks had passed, and you seemed to have settled in, well that’s what Hawks had assumed after every daily call with you. His words echoing in your head, one murder and you would die yourself. You had grown closer with all of them , specifically Mina and Kirishima, but Bakugo was another story, he was scowl every time you looked at him, everytime you tried to make conversation. You both hadn’t shared a single conversation only being around each other due to your mutual friends.

The day Mina had asked to study in your room had brought Kirishima, Sero, Denki and Bakugo to your room. You hadn’t expected all of them, but you put on a fake smile again, you didn’t need to revise, hell if it wasn’t for your quirk, you’d still be academically smarter then the rest of them.

You didn’t confess to this truth only accepting them inside the barren room, you hadn’t gotten time to print out the pictures you had taken with the class. As much as the villain inside of you hated to admit it you were enjoying your time. You had thought the first night at UA, that in a month you’d have killed them, the villain in you would come out and you’d stop all their hearts, but now, smiling with them maybe things were different.

Or maybe you were lying to yourself, because to Bakugo you still showed the lying nature, your eyes were filled with lies and could dare look at you. It was only for Kirishima who had dragged him alone, he wanted to ask why you lied, why you didn’t tell the truth? A true pro hero would never go to this extent, but he had no proof, it was in his head.

It was all true, you had continued this lie, making up about how your parents and you were distant, but you had a brother who you were close with. The brother who had stolen you had never been close with you, he hated you, resented your quirk and had killed anybody around you to prove he was the better child.

You imagined him locked up right now, locked away in the hell hole, it was callous, but you relished in his pain. Mina had begun asking questions which you ignored thinking, you zoned out looking out of the window. He was probably chained up, sobbing at how he regretted it all. Regretted hurting you, you bet he didn’t even know that you were the one to kill his mother.

It was comforting but you knew you would have to surpress these thoughts to seem normal. “Sorry, I spaced out, say that again?” You quickly spoke.

Bakugo had noticed you space out, noticed how your lips twitched upwards into a cruel face he had seen that face before. Seen it on every villain he had even encountered and the fear that filled him, startled you all as he knocked the books to the floor.

You continued helping Mina ignoring the boy who continued looking at you. He didn’t bother helping Kirishima, only glaring at you, it wasn’t like he cared if you trusted them or not. But you were no hero to him, even if Deku and Todoroki told you, you were a hero, you would always be something villainous. The night fell and they all left, Bakugo having glared the entire night, it was unnerving, and you were fearful he was catching on, but you dismissed it. It was easy to not overthink these types of stuff, you could always threaten the boy.

They study even though they have no interest in academics.

The late night was unnerving you could feel Bakugo’s presence surround the room, you jolted up. Looking around, feeling watched, before you noticed the hoodie Bakugo had been wearing draped over the chair. He might be awake, he could be, you didn’t care, you got up stretching before grabbing the hoodie and creeping out the door.

You were on the same floor as the boy, so in a quick few steps you arrived at his door. You knocked hesitantly, maybe you should’ve waited. You shook your head, knowing that the feeling of his hoodie in your room made you on edge. You knocked again, and on the third a sleep Bakugo opened the door.

They seek friendship even though they do not know how to love.

He rubbed his eyes before noticing who it was, “what the hell do you want?”

You scowled looking at him, “you left your hoodie in my room.”

You pushed it on him about to leave, but instead he grabs your wrist, “we need to talk.”

“We can talk in the morning.” You were fearful not of him but the threat he knew your secret, knew everything about you.

He ignored you dragging you inside and shutting the door, “sit down.” He mutters, you oblige sitting on the edge of his bed, he had been wearing a black shirt and shorts, you didn’t look at him, instead looing around his room. You see a picture of what looks to be his parents, he was the spitting image of his mother. He looked angry in it but even then, it was a family picture filled with love, something you would never have.

“Why do you lie?” He meets your gaze.

“L…lie, I haven’t.” You lie out.

“I see it in your eyes, you have this face and I’ve seen it on villains, who are you?” His voice had become harsher and you felt intimidated. Fuck, you had killed people and a rowdy blond boy was making you scared.

“I told you…”

He interrupts you, “Y/n just tell me the fucking truth for once.”

“Bakugo I don’t know what you’re on about.” You say acting dumb to leave this situation, “I’ve tried to be nice to you but you jus…”

He speaks over you to make you shut up, “you don’t want to be friends, what are you Y/n?”

His voice was eery and he continued to spew out the truth, “you’re a villain aren’t you.”

You take a deep breath the tears about to brim from your eyelids, “I’m the monster, parents tell their kids about.”

Bakugo watched the tears flow out, he didn’t know what to do, he brought his hand to your face wiping the tears with his thumb. “Y/n tell me the truth.”

You look a mess, but you didn’t care, and you confessed it all, you didn’t lie or skim over the truth. You told him from the moment you got taken to the moment you killed the woman who had made you call her mother.

You expected him to push you away, tell everybody instead he sat in silence. Before bringing you into his arms, “I shouldn’t have called you a villain.” It was a soft side to the boy who had been known for being aggressive, after hearing your sufferings he understood, and he wanted to make sure you were always safe and protected.

“I am a monster though.”

He makes you look up at him, holding your face in his hands, “you’re not, the monsters are those people.”

You don’t speak instead leaning your head against his shoulders, you had never been this vulnerable with anyone. He held your head onto his body, moving onto the pillow to let you lie down on him, he brought you comfort, let you cry on him. You weren’t a villain; you weren’t a villain and if Bakugo believed it then you weren’t a villain to the boy who had been surrounded by them just as much as you had.

After that night Bakugo and you had grown into a strong friendship, it was shocking to the class who had never seen you even talk. The way he would come and make you coffee in the morning, walk with you to each class. Sit beside you in at lunch, even go as far as it train with you just so you felt included.

But seeing how you both talked and smiled at each other, for the first time you had a genuine smile on your face, a genuine laugh that wasn’t filled with lies from your past. They watched how the two of you grew over the course of the next month, how the two of you grew closer and closer. It was unfathomable but you had made a true friend, a friendship that wasn’t based on lies, maybe one day you’d tell them all.

But at the time being you were content with having the angry boy be remotely nicer to you than anybody. It was Mina who had noticed how Bakugo would open the door for you or hold your bag occasionally. The unusual behaviour making everybody think he was sick, but all you saw from him was kindness that had evolved for you.

What they hadn’t realised was how at ease you both had gotten into a routine of sneaking into each other’s rooms. How you’d hold onto each other, talk and vent about the past in each other’s arms. Friends don’t do that; friends don’t hold and comfort each other like you both did.

On one of the many nights you both spent together, his arm around your waist, you looked at him. Looked at his fiery red eyes and fallen blond hair, he had become something more to you. Somebody who you could trust with your life.

“Stop looking at me, its creepy.” He scolds, you laugh at the boy bringing your hand to his hair.

You feel him stare down at your tiny figure, “I thought you were a real bitch the first time we met.”

“You don’t think that anymore.” You pout out nearing closer to his plump lips.

“I still think you’re a fucking bitch.” He laughs, cocking his head back before bringing it back to your face, the gap having narrowed and all you could see was his fiery eyes stare back at you. “You’re my bitch...though.”

You nod not making a remark as the gap closes between you. Your lips moving together in an instant, it was long awaited and seethed with love and hope. But most of all it proved the woman who you called mother wrong, you weren’t heartless, and you have the love she spoke about from Bakugo.

Monsters who always tell lies.

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perfectpaperbluebirds · 3 years ago

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@sicktember Prompt # 7: Sneaky Temperature Check

Title: In Which Howl Worries About Sophie

Fandom: Howl's Moving Castle (book)

Sophie is tired and careworn and doesn't realize she has fallen ill. Howl comes to her rescue once more, and turns out to be an awfully good caretaker.

(For those who have only seen the movie: Elementary school-age "Markl" in the movie is high school-age Michael in the book. Howl, Sophie, and Calcifer are very much the same.)

Most of the time, living in a moving castle with a wizard and a fire demon made for a very interesting life, and a vastly different one than Sophie had led trimming hats for her family’s hat shop. However, there were times Sophie was grateful for her upbringing, especially when it came to helping to raise her younger sisters. After all, being able to care for someone who needs help is a skill no one should lack.

That was driven home to Sophie not long after the dramatic events involving the Witch of the Waste and her fire demon. Howl and Sophie had broken spells and contacts galore, and were well set up to live happily ever after in the moving castle, with a newly-freed Calcifer along for the ride. However, not a week after the Witch and her fire demon were defeated, Michael came down with a bad cold. Sophie chalked it up to all the stress from the weeks prior, and too much magic flying around. Howl hardly seemed to notice his apprentice sneezing all over everyone, and was much more interested in Sophie, now that she was back to her proper age and properly in love with him.

It wasn't until Michael's cold took a turn for the worse and he was laid up in bed and not around to help that Howl paid it any mind. However, as everyone knows, there's no cure for a cold, not even with magic. In a matter of days, despite Sophie's efforts, Michael became seriously ill when his cold developed into a nasty case of pneumonia. After this, Sophie hardly left his side. She felt unreasonably guilty that she had somehow caused this, or hadn't cared for him properly in his cold's early stages. Sophie's sister Martha and Michael had plans to get married after Michael's apprenticeship, so of course Martha was beside herself as well. The sisters practically lived in Michael's room during those days, keeping watch to ensure he got no worse, as he lay in bed wheezing laboriously.

Michael finally did start to improve, with some assistance from Howl's magic, and Sophie and Martha breathed a little easier along with Michael. However, since Martha had her own apprenticeship to worry about, Sophie still felt quite obligated to sit often by Michael's bedside and keep him company, especially when Martha was working.

Howl clearly began to feel neglected. He dealt with it admirably when Michael was most ill, but when Michael started to recover, Howl began to seek some attention as well.

"Sophie, come out and walk in the garden with me. It's a beautiful day. Perhaps we can even pick some flowers and reopen the flower shop today.

"Sophie, I just read about a very interesting spell that you might like. Come here and I'll teach you.

"Sophie, come tell me how you'd like your room laid out so I can start to modify the castle. You can't sleep under the stairs forever.

"Sophie, come here and sit by the fire with me. Calcifer is bored and wants you to talk to him.

"Sophie, the bathroom is a mess. I need your help to clean it.

The petitions quickly went from hopeful to petulant. Sophie sensed his frustration. However, she was too concerned about Michael and Martha to pay him much mind. She had an excuse every time as to why she couldn't rest.

"I don't have time for flowers right now. I need to make another pot of broth.

"My mind is too scattered to learn a new spell. Another day.

"I couldn't think straight enough to plan a whole room. And I really don't need to move. My cubby hole is perfectly fine.

"I can't sit when I have bedding to clean, and anyway my voice is worn out from reading to Michael.

"Then clean it yourself! I'm not the only one who can scrub.

As Howl became more annoying, Sophie became angrier, until she was brushing him off before he even spoke with a look or a curt gesture, especially when he began to ask if she was coming down with something and she had to tell him she was fine multiple times a day. At one point there was only icy silence between them after she snapped at him for standing in front of Calcifer when she needed to cook, and he called her a nagging fishwife. When she shot back saying that must mean he was the fish, Howl stormed out to Market Chipping in high temper. She didn't see him again for the rest of the day.

A few days after their fight, Sophie again found herself in front of Calcifer cooking. Michael finally had an appetite for something other than broth, and with Calcifer gone for part or all of most days when it wasn't raining, she took the opportunity to cook on him whenever she could. However, for once she wasn't chatting with the demon, but was simply attending to her task in a haze of fatigue. After a moment, she sensed Howl standing at her side looking at her, which flared up a familiar spark of irritation.

"If you tell me to "come" do anything with you today, I'm going to scream, Howl. Don't bother me," she said, not looking at him.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Howl conjure up a chair and push it behind her. "I'm not asking you to come anywhere, I'm asking you to sit right where you are. Please rest for a bit, Sophie dear. You look as if you're about to collapse."

The true concern in his voice made her bite back the sharp response on her tongue. She let a small sigh escape instead, which turned into a dry, raspy cough. "I just haven't been getting much rest," she said after a moment. "I'm all right."

"You've also kept that cough for weeks now, and it's getting worse and not better. Sit, please. I insist on it. I'll watch the bacon."

"I'm just a little under the weather," she mumbled weakly. Yet she found herself sinking into the chair almost against her will. The fact that he was being so insistent intrigued her even in her tired state, since he was usually so non-confrontational. "I'll sit for just a moment to please you. But don't even think about sitting with me. I'm still mad at you, and I don't want to talk."

"Not a word to you will cross my lips," he said primly. The fact that he wasn't taking the bait to pick a fight with her was also suspicious. She watched him closely out of the corner of her eye, leaning back into the chair as she did. She really did feel much better sitting down and breathed a small sigh of relief, which became another cough. She tried to lean back and rest as she had been instructed to do. It occurred to her that she had been more lightheaded these past few days than she had been the whole time she was an old woman.

True to his word meanwhile, Howl took over the bacon, wrapping a gilded sleeve around the handle and striking up conversation with Calcifer, which Sophie didn't bother to follow. Instead she sleepily admired Howl's handsome profile, and thought for the hundredth time how much better his eyes looked now that he had his heart back. The pendant in his ear danced as he spoke, and watching it sway lulled her into a doze almost immediately.

She woke with a start when she felt something press against her face, which turned out to be Howl's hand.

"I knew it," he crowed. "You *are*feverish. Otherwise you would never be so irritable. Poor, dear Sophie, you must've caught Michael's cold. I imagine you're feeling awful."

She brushed his hand away wearily. "And so what if I am? There's too much to do. I don't have time to be ill."

Howl frowned, then without a word he effortlessly picked her up, bridal-style, and began to carry her up the stairs.

She tried to push his arms away, but he was stronger than he appeared for how slight he was-- or else he was using magic. She wore herself out quickly fighting him, instead succumbing to a coughing fit.

He carried her directly up to his bedroom, laying her gently on the bed. She half-heartedly tried to roll off the other side to get down, but Howl stopped her with one hand. As she sunk into the obscenely comfortable mattress, the weight of her fatigue fell over her fully, and she stopped fighting, instead yawning hugely.

"There now, you see? You're exhausted. And you're not leaving this bed for a few days until you're better, lest I have two cases of pneumonia on my hands.”

"But I can't stay in your bed. I should be in my bed," said Sophie sleepily, even as Howl tucked her in.

"I won't let you sleep on that straw mattress one more day. Before you're recovered, you shall have a proper room and bed. Be honest Sophie, the reason you're so against having a real room here is because that makes your being here and what you and I have together permanent, and that scares you. That's why you've been avoiding me too. Michael being ill was just a convenient excuse."

Sophie guiltily avoided his eyes. "I suppose that might be true. It's just such a big change, moving in permanently. And it's all so surreal still. Sometimes I think you and all of this must be a dream, because it feels too good to be true."

Howl took her hand tenderly, kneeling by the bed. "And I thought I was supposed to be the one afraid of commitment, not you. Dearest, I feel the very same way. I'm terrified to see where this road leads, as well as terribly excited. But we'll go slow and take our time and figure it out together. That's what we seem to be good at, if nothing else.

Sophie kissed his hand, a wave of emotion flooding through her. "Thank you, Howl. I needed to hear that." A nasty bout of coughing prevented her from saying anything further.

"And here I'm keeping you talking when you're ill. Hush now and rest. Here, drink some broth. It's yours so I'm sure it's wonderful. I haven't seen you eat properly in days." He conjured a bowl and spoon out of nowhere.

"I can barely swallow. My throat is too sore," she mumbled, embarrassed at how much he had been noticing, while she had been ignoring him.

"Just a little for now, to give you some strength. I'll mix a potion for your throat in a bit. You're under my care now, never fear."

"What about Michael? He needs looking after too," she croaked wearily, sipping on the broth, which was indeed delicious.

"I'll be fine with Martha's help. You need looking after more," came a weak voice from behind them. Both quickly turned to find Michael leaning in the doorway, barefoot and wrapped in a blanket, and looking as pale and weary as he did determined.

"I knew you were getting sick too," Michael continued. "You've been so tired and subdued. I told Howl he needed to check on you."

"Not that I needed him telling me so! I already had planned to look after you," Howl said, giving Michael an injured look.

Sophie couldn't help but smile at the two men in her life, tired as she was. She knew whatever else her future would be in the moving castle, she would never want for entertainment or affection ever again.

#sicktember2021 #sickfic #prompt 7 #everyone is hotter with a fever

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interstellarflare · 4 years ago

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Bend and Break || Homelander

-PART FOUR-

Warnings: Gore, violence, course language, angst.

Summary: People can only bend their morales so far before they break. Homelander is the world’s greatest superhero, and you, a tech analyst, somehow become entangled in his world when he learns that you provide intel to The Boys. He makes it his personal mission to find out exactly what you know, but he never expected such resistance from someone as damaged as you. But broken things can be mended, sometimes in the most unexpected ways possible.

Author’s Note: As a bit of a disclaimer, I have only seen snippets of The Boys. I haven’t actually watched all of it, so forgive me if there are some details that are wrong, as well as the many spelling errors that will undoubtedly be in this series. There is a tag list open for those who wish to be added. I apologise for the long chapters. Gif by @itisa-profoundbond-sarandom

“Where do you think you’re going?” You asked angrily, as you followed Homelander up the large staircase of your apartment complex and onto the roof. He hovered a few metres away from the edge, whilst you stood as close to the edge of the roof as you could. Homelander turned to face you, his hair gently rustling in the wind. “I’m going to confront Stillwell. I want answers, and she is going to give them to me”.

“We need to be smart about this...” You persisted throwing you arms out in annoyance “if you go charging in there all high and mighty and demand answers, she’s going to know that something is wrong. We need to do this discreetly, otherwise you’re going to fuck this up for everyone”.

“Excuse me?” Homelander growled, flying down so that he was hovering just away from the edge “I’m the Homelander. And I can do whatever the fuck I want. Nothing goes on at Vought without me knowing about it. You have no powers, you’re not special, no one would give a damn if something happened to you. So what makes you think you can help me?” he asked angrily, his eyes once again beginning to glow a dangerous red. You didn’t know why his words hurt so much, you didn’t understand why your chest tightened painfully. But you stood tall, clenching your hands into fists as you shouted “I don’t care who the fuck you are! What I care about is doing this right. If you go to Stillwell and demand answers, there’s a likely chance you will put The Seven in danger, and likely anyone else involved. I might not have powers, but at least one of us has to have some common fucking sense!”.

When no response came from The World’s Greatest Hero, you scoffed shrugging your shoulders as you stepped away from the edge of the roof “Then again, what do I know. I’m not special. But if I hadn’t hacked into your servers, you wouldn’t have known about this, and you would have been covering Vought’s arse for all the wrong reasons, not that you don’t do that anyway”. You turned on your heel and headed back towards the door, hugging your arms close to your body as you suddenly felt cold. You shivered, reaching out to grasp the door handle as a firm hand was placed on your shoulder. Homelander spun you around, glaring down at your form with his eyebrows furrowed as he stepped closer to you. “What makes you think I don’t have any common sense?” he asked loudly, throwing his arms out in exasperation as he waited for your response. As you forcefully pushed him away from you, you ignored how surprised you were to see him stumble. He never stumbled. Then again, he didn’t let just anyone punch him either. Rolling your eyes, you scoffed loudly and stepped toward him “Classic Homelander tactic, you always rush in first. You act without thinking it through. You think that just because you are ‘The World’s Greatest Superhero’, that everyone will automatically grovel at your feet and beg for mercy!...” you shouted, your voice breaking as your tone became angrier “well guess what, even superheroes get screwed over. That’s just how the world works. And you’re angry. You’re angry because you got played-”

“Just shut up!” Homelander cried, his eyes glowing a menacing red before firing one large beam directly beside where you were standing. You shrieked, falling over onto your backside with a fearful gasp. The gravel atop the roof smouldered, grey smoke rising into the air in a steady pillar. That was it, this was the last straw. You quickly stood to your feet, rage surging through your blood as you shouted so loud, that you were certain that the entire neighbourhood could hear you. “Fine! If you want to go and fuck things up for yourself, then by all means go ahead. I’m not going to stop you! But you don’t get to come back to me and beg for my help when things go wrong. I’ve dealt with enough of this shit to last me a lifetime, and I don’t need more of it. Especially, not from someone like you!”. With one final glare, you stormed off the roof, slamming the door to the stairwell behind you hard enough that the sound echoed throughout the entire building. The walk to your apartment became a blur, so much so that you don’t even remember walking through the door, or hearing Max’s pestering questions about where Homelander had gone.

Instead, you stormed straight to your bedroom, closing the door behind you with a harsh bang before leaning back against it. You buried your head in your hands, collapsing to the floor as you brought your knees up to your chest. And for all the wrong reasons, you cried. You cried, because the fucking bastard didn’t care about anyone else but himself. You cried, because he couldn’t see what he was doing to the people around him. What he was doing to you. A small part of you still wanted to believe that there was still some good in him, after he had saved your life from a car accident all those years ago. The accident had happened just before Max had been born. You were on your way to the hospital to meet Michael when your car collided with that of an intoxicated driver. You car flipped several times, trapping you inside the wreckage upside down as it caught fire. You still wonder what had possessed him to save your life that night, what made him decide that you were worth saving? How could someone with such extraordinary gifts, abuse them in such a way?

You sighed heavily, wiping the tears from your face as your wrapped your arms around your form, giving yourself what little comfort you could. Unknown to you, or anyone within the apartment complex, Homelander had never left. He could hear your faint sobs through the layered walls, your heartfelt cries and awkward sniffles as you tried so desperately to assure your nephew that you were fine. He could see you hiding in your bedroom, alone and hurting. And a small part of him felt guilty for causing you to feel this way. But he couldn’t talk to you, not now. He needed answers, and he would get them by whatever means necessary. But your words stuck with him the entire flight back to Vought International, ‘We need to be smart about this...at least one of us has to have some common fucking sense’.

Maybe you were right. Maybe you weren’t. But he would never know now, as he instead changed his direction and flew about the city, trying to clear his head of tonights events.

Two weeks. It had been two weeks since your argument with Homelander, and nothing had changed.

It had been quiet for the most part, except for when Max stopped by every afternoon after school as your apartment was within walking distance. More often than not, Black Noir stopped by as well. He often sat outside on the fire escape, perched either reading a book or casually watching you as you went about your daily activities. So at some point, and you’re still unsure as to why, but you invited him inside.

You started to leave your window unlocked again for whenever he came by, and he didn’t talk much. Which surprisingly made him a very good listener. He listened to your every word with some sort of interest, and it felt good to have another adult around, one that actually listened to you and didn’t argue. In those two weeks, you managed to get a new phone, a new number, and managed to establish all your old contacts again. Butcher was the only one you couldn’t make contact with. He hadn’t stopped by your apartment either, which left you a little disheartened. You figured that the CIA considered you a loose end, and that Homelander had or would likely kill you when he was done with you. An unpleasant shiver ran down your spine at the thought.

You sat at the dining room table, trying to weave your way through Vought’s servers for a second time. But you hadn’t expected such resistance. They had definitely upgraded their technology, their firewalls were practically impenetrable. You cursed under your breath, slamming your hands against the table’s surface out of frustration. Noir looked up from the book he was reading on your couch, his head tilting to the side out of confusion and questioning. You groaned, running a stressed hand through your hair “When did Vought upgrade their servers?” You asked him, not really expecting a helpful answer from him at all. When Noir shrugged and returned his gaze back to his book, you poked your tongue out childishly in his direction. “Thanks a lot, arsehole” You grumbled, rolling your eyes as he gave you a sarcastic thumbs up. Before you could respond with a disrespectful quip, there was a loud knock at the door.

Again, you groan, muttering a few jumbled incoherent phrases under your breath as you approached. You swung the door open without thinking, and almost choked on air when you eyes landed on the person on the other side. Homelander stood with his eyes downcast, his hues a darker and sadder shade of blue than they usually were. His right arm leaned against the doorframe, his usually combed back fair hair in slight disarray. You looked him up and down, swallowing thickly as a heavy silence filled the hallway. You cleared your throat, folding your arms over your chest as you opened your mouth to speak.

“I want to try it your way...” Homelander suddenly spoke, his voice low and devoid of his usual sarcastic and pompous tone. Your eyes widened as you were taken aback by his sudden sincereness. You bit your bottom lip, raising an eyebrow in challenge “Did demanding answers not do it for you?-”

“I didn’t...ask Stillwell about Project Cerberus...” He snapped bitterly, gritting his teeth as he lifted his eyes to meet your own. You nodded slowly, hating the way you so easily gave in and stepped aside, allowing the man before you to step into your apartment. But before he could walk past you, you reach out and grabbed his upper arm with your hand, looking up at the Supe from the corner of your eye. “Yell at me like you did two weeks ago again, and I’m done. Understand?” You spoke seriously, your grip tightening around his bicep as a silent promise. Homelander nodded wordlessly, and you released him from your hold. You closed the door to your apartment and headed back towards the living room, where Homelander nodded a curt greeting to the other Supe sitting on the couch. “Just out of curiosity, is there something else I can call you other than Homelander? Otherwise I’m just going to call you prick or arsehole” you stated blatantly, smirking tauntingly as the man before you turned to face your figure with a stern and harsh expression. With his eyes narrowed and his nostrils flaring in anger, you held your hands up in defence “Okay then, baby steps...baby steps”.

Your eyes widened in shock as Noir released a huff sounding close enough to a laugh. After making eye contact with Homelander out of bewilderment, and after seeing that he wore a similar expression, you shook your head. After deciding that Noir possibly laughing wasn’t as weird as having two of The Seven currently situated in you apartment, you motioned Homelander over to your laptop, where the two of you set about breaking into Vought’s servers.

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miracul0us-multishipper · 5 years ago

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Welcome to the back (Part 5)

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Thank you so much for all your sweet feedback!

This chapter deals a little more with Lila’s manipulations and their first effects, and both Chat Noir And Felix make a move. With varying degrees of success.

Also, Felix would literally die for Maman Cheng’s Quiche.

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Lila was fuming when she arrived at home.

“Who does he think he is?!”, she spit out between clenched teeth. “He had zero proof!”

And not only had her attempt to win Felix over failed, Hawkmoth hadn’t even sent an Akuma for her! That, or this goddamn beetle had caught it before it had reached her.

“What a dutiful little bug, aren’t you, Ladybug?”, she seethed on. “Always looking out for butterflies. Well, newsflash: you aren’t perfect! And as soon as you let one of them slip through, Volpina is going to kick your ass!”

That brought her thoughts to another pain in her butt and she threw her phone away in frustration. If it weren’t for that pigtailed goody two shoes, Felix would be writing poems of admiration for Lila by now. All these beautiful words, lost because that stupid Marinette couldn’t leave Felix alone. He was unreachable for her now!

Taking a deep breath, Lila tried to calm down.

Don’t do anything rash. We’ve come so far.

She still had Adrien wrapped around her finger. That boy was so eager to believe her, he threw all reason away for some pretty fairy tale. And as long as his father was with her, she had Adrien handled.

Still. Loosing her chance with Felix had... hurt her. She hadn’t realized she’d looked forward to their relationship that much.

Sighing she fell on her bed and grabbed her phone, going through his poems. She’d pictured how everything would go from the moment she’d looked through his bag. He would’ve been smitten with her writing, her poetry resonating with his. Once they were on their date at the Eiffel Tower, he wouldn’t have been able to deny how pretty she looked with the sunset illuminating her face, the wind in her hair... He would’ve intertwined his soft, slender fingers with hers and confessed how connected he felt to her. She would’ve blushed and told him to stop, but he would’ve written her a poem about his feelings for her and kissed her hand. Then they would’ve kissed, just as the sun disappeared and the lights at the tower went on. The rest of the evening, they would have talked about their shared affinity for words and tales, how they both could spin their audiences in webs of emotion and wonder - even though they used different mediums to accomplish that. He would’ve realized that they were the only ones that understood each other, that they were made for each other, that they were soulmates. How they were better than these silly children in their class.

She groaned and turned her phone off, not bearing to see his pretty poems now.

It was all Marinette’s fault! She’d stolen that future from her and Felix!

Lila froze.

Wait a second.

Since when did she give up that easily?! This was Marinette she was talking about! That girl didn’t have enough brain cells to walk properly! She was no opponent for her, Lila Rossi, the cunning Volpina! She was the Queen of Lies, the Master of Manipulation, Gaslighting and Illusions! If she wanted Felix, she’d get Felix!

With renewed determination, she got in front of her computer. She had some research to do!

“There you are, Chaton!” Ladybug greeted her partner. She was still smiling from her encounter with Felix, and determined that this patrol would go smoothly. Chat Noir replied with his usual smirk.

“If you don’t look energized today, My Lady! Happy to see me?”

She chuckled and landed next to him, on the rooftops next to the Seine.

“Come on, Kitty! This city doesn’t patrol itself, you know?”

“Actually, can we wait a few more minutes?” her partner asked with surprising seriousness. “I wanted to talk to you.”

She wanted to refuse - she still had to catch up on her missed history lesson, time was precious - but the pleading look in his big green eyes made her weak.

“Alright” she sighed. “But only shortly! What is it, Kitty?”

He hummed.

“You always call me these pet names. It’s so cute!”

“Chat. Focus.”

“Right! Uh, my dad is... the owner of a business, you know? Famous and renowned across France. He always has to look super professional, or his investors run over to his rivals.”

“Okay?” Ladybug tried to follow, unsure where this was supposed to go.

“You kind of remind me of him, sometimes! You’re both smart, and very serious about your work, and usually too busy.”

She didn’t know if he wanted to compliment or insult her.

“Anyway, my mom and I are very similar, he always says. She used to work for him, as a model. And when they fell in love, my dad was a bit worried a relationship with one of his coworkers might look unprofessional. ‘What would everyone say?’, and so on.”

“And then?”

He shrugged.

“Nothing. They got married and it worked out fine. No problems whatsoever.”

“Huh.”

Chat looked at her, obviously expecting something, so she added: “That’s... a very sweet story. Your parents sound very lucky.”

He beamed.

“Yeah! And luck is just our thing, right?”

“Uh, yes” she agreed carefully. What did they have to do with his parents. “But why are you telling me this?”

“I just wanted to let you know... I understand how important it is for you to look professional. And that I support you, always. You don’t have to worry.”

“Thanks?” She was positively confused now. “I don’t think anybody doubts our professionalism, but... that’s reassuring.”

“You’re welcome.”

He probably meant well, even though she didn’t understand what he was playing at. So when he closed his eyes and leaned in, her mind had yet to catch up. Only when he was actually pressing his lips on hers, it clicked.

She slapped him. Hard.

“Ow! What the-“

“Oh no, that’s my line, Chat! What the fuck?!”, she hissed out, wiping her mouth with her wrist. Chat looked up, his face shifting from shock to betrayal.

“I-I thought-“

“You thought what?! You can just kiss me out of the blue after I repeatedly told you I’m not in love with you?! What don’t you get about that?”

If he looked hurt, she didn’t care. She was tired of this, tired of his advances. For once in her life, she wanted him to listen and understand her!

“I- someone told me you were worried that-“

“Why are you so quick to listen to some bystander, but refuse to hear my very! Clear! Answer!”

“Your answer isn’t clear at all!”, Chat Noir yelled back, getting to his feet. “You say you don’t love me, but you’re acting like you do! You call me pet names, you flirt with me, you kiss me all the time! So either you enjoy leading me on, or you’re lying to both of us about your true feelings!”

“Aaaargh!”, she groaned in frustration, clasping her hands above her head, “You’re impossible!”

“No, I’m simply making my feelings very clear for you! We are partners, and we’re supposed to be honest with each other!”

She tore her hair. He was so stubborn, so obstinate that that he could do no wrong. She wanted to scream.

“Chat, I honestly don’t want you to kiss me.” she tried to keep it simple, lowering her voice to prevent herself from lashing out. But Chat certainly didn’t help at that.

“That’s okay! We can just hold hands, if you want to. Or go for Ice cream.”

“No! I don’t want any of that! Kwamis above!”

“Then what do you want?!

If she didn’t get out of here, she’d do something stupid. Slap him again, probably.

“Leave me alone, Chat.”, she pressed out, her voice breaking.

“What? We’re partners! You- We need each other!”

“I’ll handle patrol from now on.”, she ordered, leaving no room for discussion. “Until you can accept that I don’t reciprocate your feelings, we should only work together when necessary.”

She swallowed, throwing her yo-yo.

“Please, Chat.”

Then she was off, disappearing behind the buildings of Paris. Leaving a stunned, upset Cat behind. It took him a while before he could move, and even longer before he reached his home. Detransforming had never felt so draining to him.

“What the everloving Fluff were you thinking?” Plagg raged as soon as the ring set him free. Adrien groaned.

“Not now, Plagg. I really don’t feel up to this now.”

“You don’t feel up to this?” Plagg snarled incredulously. “I don’t feel up to this! I don’t feel up to anything! Ever! And even I can’t let you do something like this!”

“How should I have known she’d react like this?” the boy defended himself. “Lila said-“

“Volpina-Girl! You know she doesn’t like Ladybug! But somehow you thought her love advice is more credible than the answer Ladybug has been giving you for months!”

“But she’s Ladybug! And I’m her Black Cat! We’re completing each other.”

Plagg shook his head.

“Right now, you overgrown airhead, you are about to loose even the most platonic part of her feelings for you. It’s simple: that or nothing, Kiddo.”

Where Ladybug was lonelier than ever, Marinette was soaring high. After Alya apologized for not believing in her innocence regarding the poems, the others soon followed - much to Lila’s dismay. And the compulsive liar got even angrier after seeing how much closer Marinette and Felix were becoming. Marinette found that she didn’t care.

Felix was... odd. He spoke clear and directly, not caring if he sounded rude. He didn’t like warm temperatures, preferring to hide on the shady yard. He listened to classical music, but had beaten Marinette more than once at Freestyle Clash 2.

(“Rap is poetry as well!”, he had defended himself when she teased him about it.)

He also didn’t like crowds, or people in general. But whenever Marinette was chatting with her classmates, she found him listening attentively, even if his eyes were glued to his book. While he didn’t want to be actively involved, he wasn’t antisocial either.

And to be honest, she appreciated his silent company more than ever when her other friends became... overwhelming. Being around Felix was easy. His mere presence was calming, as if everything was in control.

“Girl, are you there? ‘Cause if I’m not losing my senses you’re staring at Mister Icecold instead of Sunshine Boy.”

Marinette blinked, pulled back into the real world. Alya was looking at her expectantly, eyebrows raised so high they almost vanished beneath her hair.

“I didn’t!”, Marinette insisted, but Alya rolled her eyes.

“Come on, you’ve been hanging out with him and him alone for the past week! What’s up with that?”

“Nothing! I just really like Felix, that’s all. You know I have a crush on Adrien.”

Alya’s eyes were scrutinizing but playful.

“Hm... If you say so?” She chuckled. “I should be glad. Frosty is kind of scaring me, actually. He’s so rude!”

Marinette huffed with arms akimbo.

“He’s just... honest! And hasn’t been around people much. He doesn’t mean to be rude, he just doesn’t want to lie for politeness’ sake either.”

“I don’t mean that. At least, not only that. He’s been glaring at Lila whenever she tries to speak with him.”

Marinette sighed. They’d talked this over at least a dozen times already, and while Marinette didn’t call Lila a Liar openly anymore, she did like to give hints. Which Alya successfully ignored.

“Just... let’s get to class. I don’t want to be late again.”

While Felix hated nothing more than talking during the lessons (“It’s disrespectful!”) he did communicate from time to time. Over the course of the week, they had developed an intricate language of stolen glances and discreet expressions that was comprehensible to them alone.

When Marinette fell into her seat next to him and replied “present” upon hearing her name from Mme Bustier, he gave her a concerned look from her to Alya.

Everything okay with you two?

Marinette shrugged and rolled her eyes.

Just the usual disagreement.

He huffed, concentrating on the lesson, but not without nudging her leg with his knee. His gesture for showing support.

“Before we continue with Napoleon, let me make an announcement.”, Mme Bustier caught her class’s attention. “Since you’ve all been so eager and hardworking during Monsieur Agreste’s bowler hat contest, I’ve been looking for another opportunity to let your creativity run free.”

She smiled at the front row.

“Since Lila has so generously helped me out, You now have the chance to participate in a competition called “Journalism Junior”, hosted by Alec Cataldi and Nadja Chamack.”

The class cheered and Alya high fived Lila, who smiled as Adrien patted her on the shoulder. A sharp pang in Marinette’s chest made her look away.

“If you want to enter the competition, you’ll have to create a report on something that greatly impacted you, until next Friday,” Mme Bustier continued. “It can be about your greatest inspirations or fears, a problem you want to draw attention to or something you want to support. Copying is as always,” a sharp glance at Chloé and Sabrina, “strictly forbidden! This is about an honest and genuine insight into Paris’ youth, so be true to yourselves!”

As soon as Mme Bustier finished, the class was alive with the buzz of excited students.

“Journalism! Not really my specialty, but sounds interesting.”, Marinette beamed at her gloomy neighbor. “I think I’ll do something about fashion! Or baking? Or media design?”

Felix only huffed and Marinette stilled.

“Is... everything okay?”

He blinked and straightened himself.

“Yes, of course. Journalism just isn’t my cup of tea.”

He leaned his head sideways.

“You should do something about fashion. You’re talking about it constantly, and I’ve seen your room. If something has an impact on you, it’s designing.”

“You’re right!”, she agreed, already thinking about what sketches she should work with. “Oh, will you do the report on your poems? No, wait, they’re personal. Your music then? I’ve heard you play the violin in the art room, it’s magical!”

Felix’ cheeks appeared a bit more saturated for a moment, almost as if he were blushing, but it disappeared when he shook his head.

“I won’t participate at all.”, he clarified sternly. “I’ve had enough people trying to peak into my life. But I’ll help you with yours. You’re horrible with deadlines.”

“True”, she grimaced. “But I don’t get why the behavior of other journalists should keep you from trying something out yourself!”

His fingers twitched, betraying that this was about something entirely else. A bit gentler she added: “Are you sure you don’t want to do something of your own? It’s different if other people try to drag your personal life into the limelight, or if you willingly share something on your own terms.”

“Hm...”, he murmured, before giving her one of his rare smiles. “You are exceptionally smart, Marinette. I appreciate your advice.”

She rolled her eyes. He could’ve as well written her a thank you letter, as formal as he was.

“Thanks. But don’t think I haven’t noticed you’re deflecting!”

She backed down anyway. Felix obviously didn’t want to share his thought process with her, but hopefully, he just needed some time.

Or maybe she was just misinterpreting his behavior and blowing things out of proportion. Wouldn’t be the first time for her.

Felix might not look the part, but he did think about what Marinette had said. She was right, of course. There was a difference between someone stealing his secrets, and himself sharing them. But to him it had always been technical at best, a mere incongruence in terminology.

Insisting on being involved in Mum’s company from an early age on had put him in the spotlight far more than he’d anticipated, then. When he took up modeling – the only way to help he was given, his mother didn’t want him to “waste his childhood with adults work” – he’d become a minor celebrity basically overnight. It hadn’t gotten better when he grew up.

He’d always felt like some sort of public property, a puppet for others to project onto, or a fancy building people went sightseeing for on weekends. More than once his mother had to hire security people to ensure he had some semblance of peace outside, without being bothered by fans or paparazzi. His father’s position and... attitude certainly hadn’t helped to give him some personal space. So, at one point... he’d simply stopped going amongst people. And he didn’t mind that!

But the week he’d spent with Marinette, or even Aurore and Marc, had made him realize that while he could be on his own... he didn’t want to, anymore. Not always at least. They were so... generous with everything, sharing help or stories or simply their company with him. Especially Marinette, without ever expecting anything in return.

He wanted to return something, though. Anything to let her know he appreciated her. To make her smile the way she drew out his own.

So when school was over, he waited for her to pack up her things and get ready to go.

“You wouldn’t happen to be free this afternoon?”, he asked quietly. There where a few other students left in the room, Rossi and Agreste among them, and while he’d never concern himself enough with them to whisper, he wouldn’t push his luck either. This afternoon should go as smoothly as possible.

Marinette smiled and nodded.

“Sure! Want to come over for lunch again? Maman made Quiche.”

He saw Adrien perk up four rows further, and Felix himself found his determination waver. The Dupain-Cheng Quiche was a work of high culinary art, as he’d learned the last time he’d visited Marinette. But no! He had to stay strong! This was for Marinette!

“Actually, I’d hoped you came back home with me for lunch.”

He fidgeted a little, which was odd for him since it usually annoyed him on other people.

“It’s as you said, I should try to share things willingly, on my own terms, and you... make me feel like it can’t be that hard.”

Her smile was replaced by a look of surprise and he mentally kicked himself.

“You don’t have to! It was just an idea, but it doesn’t have to be today. Or ever.”

Why would she want to have lunch with him if her parents were already culinary deities? His mere invitation after tasting their creations was an affront to their craft.

To his relief, however, Marinette didn’t seem to mind his proposal.

“I’d love to come over! I’ll just have to call my parents before.”

She gave him one of her playful smirks that usually came before reading him.

“You actually listened to me? I’m impressed!”

His slight pang of disappointment that he wouldn’t get his beloved Quiche today was drowned out by his happiness to enjoy her company a bit longer. When she turned away to call her parents, he realized he should probably give his mother a heads up as well. He sighed. Mum would be over the moon once she heard he was bringing a friend over.

What had he done?

Lila was prepared. She was cool. She was completely fine with Felix asking the walking mess named Marinette out for lunch. And the pen she’d snapped would’ve broken anyway, she was sure.

Not that it mattered. Pigtails could revel in his attention all day, for all she cared. It wouldn’t last.

“Madame Bustier?”, she called the teacher as soon as the other students were gone.

“Lila! Is something the matter?”, the woman asked her new official favorite student. “I hope you didn’t mind that I thanked you in front of the class. I didn’t want to put you in the spotlights so unprompted, but you were a great help and that should be acknowledged.”

Lila smiled modestly.

“Oh, I don’t mind. I just like to help out.”

Herself, first and foremost. The contest was merely a puzzle piece in her scheme.

“Speaking of that,” she continued, “I wanted to ask for a small favor, if it’s no problem.”

“Of course, Lila. What is it?”

“It’s Marinette.” she began, putting on a sheepish face. “We didn’t have the best start, and her behavior last week when I proposed to change the seating again... I think she still holds some sort of grudge against me.”

She paused for a moment, to let the hint settle before she continued.

“I wanted to help her out a bit, so we can become friends! She’s always so busy as class rep, and I fear that the contest might add some weight to her load.”

“That’s so sweet of you! What were you thinking about?”

She had Bustier wrapped around her finger, now.

“Well, I obviously can’t help her with her report.” she mused out loud. “I don’t want to influence her in any way, so she doesn’t get disqualified for copying something by accident. So I hoped I could help her with her class rep duties! Usually, Alya does that, but she’s so passionate about her report and I don’t want to distract her.”

“Very considerate!”, she praised. “What duties would you like to take over for now?”

Now came the important part.

“Oh, Kim has been sick for a while now.” she reminded her. “I wanted to bring him some of the work we did, and inform him about the contest. And the swimming team asked Marinette to bring him the bag he forgot last time. Would it be alright if you gave me his address?”

She seemed to think for a moment before searching for a list in her bag.

“Usually, I’m not allowed to give out personal information.”, the teacher confessed. “But I think in this case, we can call it an exception, don’t we?”

“Of course”, Lila agreed dutifully as she skimmed the list Bustier held out to her. LeChien, Kim... there. And directly above: Leanne, Felix. Smiling, she typed the address into her phone. Felix’ address, of course. Max was already bringing Kim his homework, and the forgotten bag was a lie.

“Thank you so much, Madame!”, Lila said genuinely when she put her phone away and walked towards the door. “Oh, one last thing! Would you maybe... not tell Marinette I asked for this? I want to surprise her.”

“Don’t worry!”, Bustier said cluelessly. “I‘ll forget you asked me for anything.”

“You are the best, Madame! Good bye!”

She didn’t her her teacher’s reply, she was already out of the door. Her phone was on and she pulled up the pictures she’d taken of Felix’ calendar.

He was meticulous when it came to organizing his day, and she was more than grateful for it. He would be home by now, and lunch with his mother would last until 15 o’clock. He’d made a note not to disturb her from 15 to 16 o’clock, since Madame Leanne was in a meeting. From 16 to 18 o’clock, he’d be busy with his violin lessons.

Perfect.

But before her plan could be set in motion, she had another little tale to spin.

“Nino!”, she called when Adrien’s best friend came into her sight. “Wait for me!”

He was alone when she reached him. This was almost too easy.

“Wow, everything alright, dudette?” Nino asked, concerned that she’d hurried so much to catch up to him. “You look kinda rushed.”

She smiled and waved it off.

“I’ll be meeting Jagged Stone soon, and I don’t want to be late. I showed him your latest tape by the way, and he was really impressed.”

“Really?!”

“Yeah! But I really have to hurry now. Could you maybe tell Adrien from me that he doesn’t need to worry. You know, because of the Marinette thing.”

Nino frowned.

“Wait a sec. Marinette thing? Is she or Adrien in trouble?”

Surprised Lila put her hand over her mouth.

“Oh no, he didn’t tell you? Oh, I messed up! I’m so sorry!”

“What did you mess up? C’mon, I’m not telling anyone.”

She looked from side to side, as if worried others might overhear.

“I’m sure he meant to tell you.” she started secretively. “It’s just that... he’s been worried about Marinette. He thought she acted so weirdly over my proposal that Felix should sit with us in the front, that maybe she doesn’t like him. He thinks Marinette is ignoring, or outright bullying Felix.”

“What? I mean, that dude is giving me the creeps, but Marinette is super close with him.”

She forced a smile.

“You’re right, I noticed that too! But, you know, Adrien has been isolated so long... he just doesn’t know how to read the atmosphere, you know?”

“Yeah, he’s kinda oblivious.”

“I just wanted him to stop worrying so much. He was really concerned when he thought Felix and Marinette might not get along.”

Nino gave her a thumbs up.

“Don’t worry about him, I’ll soothe his nerves. You go meet Jagged Stone!”

“Thank you so much!”, she said, and meant every word. He was really useful, even though he made her cringe. “Oh, but maybe don’t tell him you heard this from me. He didn’t tell anyone else, and I don’t want him to think he can’t trust me.”

“Sure thing, dudette!”

“Bye-bye, then! And thank you!”

Lila smiled as she ran off. Everything was fitting perfectly together. The best tool to keep Marinette away from Felix was her crush on Adrien. The best way to use her crush was his dislike of Felix, and his assumption he knew what was best for his friends. The closer he thought them to be, the more he’d try to spread his animosity towards Felix onto Marinette, who’d do everything to please him.

Now Lila only had to wait.

- - -

I’m happy over every reblog, Part 5 is on its way. Here’s the tag list:

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#miramu writes #wttb #welcome to the back #felinette fanfic #ml felix #miraculous ladybug #mlb #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #ml salt #ml spite #felix month

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irisallenm · 5 years ago

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Perhaps — Kugo Sakamata (Gang Orca) x Fem!Reader

I know I said I had an Aizawa Soulmate thingy buuuuut I got THIRSTY about Kugo, and some HCs that I read here in Tumblr made me change my mind (*coffcoff* @love-toxin, @kazooli , and @fantasydaydreamers *coffcoff*). So instead of that being my first I'm gladly presenting you my try at writing in english, just for you. ENJOY.

AO3 Book

Next | Third | Last (Coming Soon)

Part 1 of 4 in the "Us" Series, (1.3K words).

Warnings: Angst, my bad english, Kugo being the villain he think he is.

During the License Exam Arc — You got yourself an opportunity to finally meet your No. 1 Hero, but it goes wrong...

Keys to read this:

Y/N: Your Name

E/C: Eye Color

If you did not know better you will said that Gang Orca was the best hero ever, even if everyone kept saying he totally looks like a villain, but for god’s sake, why fear someone who keeps saving the city EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

You were angry, to say the least, you have never meet him, but it was your dream. Being a marine biologist yourself, and part of the aquarium staff, you could not see anything but beauty in him. Someone with a little bit of influence got you a pass to the hero license exam, even tho you were not taking the exam per se. The reason? Watching him being… well, just him.

This was your birthday present, turning 25 years old was something big and this was, in fact, the best present of all your life.

‘What do you think about him, Y/N?’ Said a man with black hair, he looked sleepy.

‘This could not be any better, he is so close that it seems he’s right next to me’. Your voice chirped with emotions. ‘I even bring flowers! That way you can give them to him’.

‘How about we introduce him to you?’ The green haired woman who was trying to hug the other man blurted out. ‘And you give him the flowers in person’.

‘Wait, really?!’ Your hands could not stop trembling. ‘I… I would be honored, I’m really a big fan of his, I admire him with all my heart---

You covered your mouth with both hands, your face red and fully blush.

‘Eeeh, is this what I think it is?’

‘No, Ms. Joke, you got it all wrong’

‘I don’t think so, honey. That was very forward of you, are you perhaps in love with him?’

Silence, a thicc and heavy silence.

Admiration? Yes. Happy? Obviously. In love? You didn’t know.

‘I do not think I could call it that, I don’t know him in a personal way, I don’t even know his real name, nor his favorite color, or what makes him angry, and even if this was not the case, you already know I’m quirkless, he would never look at me in that way’.

Sigh.

Sadness, Ms. Joke tried to said something but was interrupted by commotion.

You ran up to the balcony and saw with fear as your hero was covered in an unstable blazing whirlwind, like a fire prison, but relax at the spot.

‘Are you worried?’ Ask the sleepy man.

‘Not at all, I think he is going to throw water to---’, and he does throw water at himself, ‘yeah, that.’

Surprised look on you, but Eraserhead brush it off and got near you.

‘Maybe my kid will give him a bad time’.

‘The one who constantly breaks his bones?, don’t think so, Aizawa-san. He may be strong but has a lot to do, Gang Orca is stronger than them, even with all that gear up on his body’.

You were really serious, it was as if you have watched the fight before, but it was just your knowledge about him, your fannatism crawling up your skin, your mouth, your e/c eyes.

The exam comes to and end after all the “civilians” were rescued.

‘Is that so?’ Ms. Joke smirk without you looking.

‘But…’ You said.

‘But?’ She added.

‘Even if the did not have that stuff, he might have been injured at some point in the fight.’

Both of them stayed quite, surprised actually, of the harsh words.

‘She might be right’ A deep voice said, and your eyes met his, red and e/c, not letting go of each other’s gaze. ‘I could have injured myself to the point of being unable to continue fighting.’

Blush again, all the way up to your ears.

He then disappeared, just to reappeared on the same balcony as you, getting handshakes and words from his friends there.

‘Dude’ Said Aizawa, ‘She is a big fan of yours, she is Y/N---

You interrupted him before even finishing.

‘Y/N’, bright smile in your face, ‘just Y/N’.

‘Well, Miss “just ‘Y/N’”’, he bowed a little, ‘I’m Gang Orca, the pleasure is mine’.

You giggled, and feeled like ten again. ‘I know that, I actually came here just to meet you!’

Your tone started slow but turned up the volume, did not realized but ended up almost screaming.

You covered your mouth again, ashamed and blush.

Joke laugh and Aizawa tried not to do the same.

‘I’ve waited for so long, just for this moment’. The smile on your face shy, like the way you felt.

‘Are you not afraid?’ You were mesmerized by his gaze, it was not fear what you feel but something else, something different than you ever felt before. Perhaps this was indeed that.

‘Of course not, I would never be afraid of you, actually…’ quite the opposite. You didn’t say that lasts word out loud, you let them in your heart, for it to sank like his next words.

‘Actually?’

‘Nothing’. He looked.

‘And why are you here, just to say hello? That’s all?’ His eyes changing with every seconds.

You knew something was wrong, he was not like the one you knew. Your eyes searched for the flowers on the table.

‘I just wanted to gave you---’ he interrupted you.

‘How much did they paid you for this?’ His face looked angry.

‘Excuse me?’ Perplex and wondering coming out of your eyes.

‘Isn’t it funny?’ Orca said, this time sounding angrier and for the first time in your life you feared him. ‘Playing with others feelings?’

‘I don’t quite understand’.

‘Ms. Joke, I can’t believe you bring a child just to mock me,’ The smirk on his face irritated as it could get.

‘I’m not a child’ You stated, ‘and they did NOT pay me for this words, the are coming directly from my heart’.

There, you said it.

‘You know I joke’, the green haired girl utter ‘but I will never do something like “use” another human being just for the sake of it, not when the words she is telling you are truth’.

‘You should understand already that there is no one in this damn word who will like me’ the face of his deforming. ‘They don’t call me the number three hero who looks like a villain, and even if it was true, which I don’t believe it, she must be really dumb just to be here wanting to said that’.

It sank, your heart, your words in your mouth, your feelings… You.

The tears were almost out but you bit your lip and swallow that emotions.

‘Yeah, you are right’ your voice sounding dull, hurt, but trying your best not to. ‘I’m sorry Ms. Joke, this did not go as we expected’.

‘Y/N, I’m terribly sorry’ If you looked up into her eyes you will totally cry, so your eyes stuck on the floor. ‘Maybe next time?’

‘Don’t even bother’ Cold words from the one you admire… admired? Perhaps this was the right outcome, someone as quirkless as you would only suffered if this went on, if you got yourself involved with heroes. You hated yourself for being this way, even tho you knew this wasn’t your choice.

‘I will see you around’ the flowers on the table stood there, you could even go near to pick them. You left them there, at the end your gaze met his for the last time that day, and you regretted it. 'I won't bother you anymore, never again’.

You closed the door.

The tears fell down your red cheeks. Flustered, no dignity left, you sob quietly while going back to your car.

And perhaps this was indeed love, your first one to put it worst. All those years since his debut up until now, perhaps this was how a broken heart felt, you didn’t want the feelings, you wanted to throw them away, but it was also a first time too, that was gonna be impossible.

And perhaps, maybe perhaps this was for the best.

And you didn't look back.

You just drive away.

Sad.

Broken.

Glad to be alone, so you could cry all your heart's content.

#kugo sakamata #mha #of course is going to be mha #kugo sakamata x reader #kugo sakamata fanfic #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #gang orca #gang orca x reader #angst #mha angst #us series #first time posting a fanfic here #kugo sakamata fanfiction

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sooghostwriter · 5 years ago

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Bodyguard

Pairings: Do Kyung Soo x OC

Genre: Mature, Romance, Angst (But not love angst), now with fluff and Smut bb!!

Warnings: Main character under trauma.

Summary: Ae Ra is a singer who has been receiving threatening messages and letters for a while now, but she didn’t give them importance. Until one day the sender decides to act and kidnaps her. It’s then when her agency decides that she needs protection, so they hired two bodyguards for her. Mister Do and Mister Park.

Chapter 7

Kyung Soo called the detectives to hear the news directly from them. As Baekhyun told them, they caught one of the people involved in the attacks. The woman that attacked her in the showers “She isn’t talking a lot…we did a background check and we found a lot, she is a runaway…she doesn’t have a psychiatric diagnose, but she had been arrested for possession and use of drugs… she belongs to a rich family who reported her missing around a year ago but a month after they did it, they withdraw the complaint…she has been wondering since”

“What’s her relationship with the other guy?” “They are a couple apparently, she told us to leave him alone, that she did all this, which counts as a confession, but we need more, Mister Do, for now, we need to do some work, but in the future, maybe tomorrow afternoon we are going to need Miss Ji to come here and identify her as her attacker” He didn’t like that. He knew that by finding them, this moment will come, but they had to deal with it better, they were smarter than that “This could be very hard for her… and if everything goes fine, she is going to have to do that twice, once you catch the other guy” The detective agreed with him “Our superiors want to show off that we are doing our job, so they are hurrying things up…give us two days, if we don’t catch him in two days we are going to need her here” “Any request for us?” The detective only asked them to stay where they are, don’t let Ae Ra go outside and always be next to her. Kyung Soo agreed with him, wished him and his partner good luck and cut the call. He went to the dining room where Ae Ra was having lunch with Chanyeol and told her what the detective had said “You think she is trapped in an abusive relationship?” She asked him, caught him by surprise, why was she focusing on that, worrying about her “What makes you think that?” Chanyeol stole his words “Someone who loves you doesn’t make you do what they did, if she is using drugs she must be in a very bad place emotionally, very lonely and lost…in between all this, he came with some messed up ideas, gave her a bit of care and that was it for her” “She brainwashed her” Chanyeol assent “I think he did, in exchange for her help he gave her company, now that the police got her I bet he doesn’t care about her” “Ae Ra, she is still guilty though” She rolled her eyes at him “I know that Mister Do, is just…very sad, that’s all” He could eat her, he could just hug her and eat her. How did she manage to always end up worrying about other people? How could she keep such an unbiased mind after all the things these people mad her go through? He wasn’t a guy who lost his temper often. He wasn’t selfish and as Ae Ra he also always ended up worrying about the rest. But this people had messed up with her, and he could never forgive them for that. But she could. And it was admirable to him. If only Chanyeol wasn’t there he would have kissed her “Mister Do, so when they find the guy I’m going to have to go there and meet them?” He only nodded at her feeling apologetic “But I have never seen their faces” “But you could recognize their voices” He saw how her memories flashed in front of her, her body shivering in response “I still can hear them from when they kidnapped me the first time, from their calls and from that time in the showers” Chanyeol slammed the table with one hand and looked at them exasperated “Ok enough of this, when the day comes she will do it but let’s stop talking about this, I’m going to go to her house and bring her some of her things, you two are forbidden to talk about this got it?” Ae Ra agreed with him, but she kept going over the facts on her head. Without wanting it, he asked to himself “I wonder if there’s something we could do” Chanyeol stood up this time, angrier than before “The only thing we can do is take care of her Kyung Soo, we are not detectives got it?, we have to stay here with her, that’s all” Kyung Soo was taken aback by his answer. He was right of course but his anger took him by surprise “Man, don’t get in the middle of this, only stay by her side, they already shot you once, they are out of their minds, police will take care of this, not us” “Chanyeol I’m not going to do anything stupid, you are right, I’m sorry I just want this to end, go to her house, be careful and I’m not moving from here ok?” He patted his friends back and smiled at him in reassurance. Chanyeol patted his shoulder, bid goodbye to Ae Ra asking her to take care of him and left the place “That was cute” She said looking at the door “Tell me what you are thinking really” As Chanyeol was talking to him his instinct was telling him that they better had this conversation away from Ae Ra because he knew she would feel sad or guilty. Mostly guilty. And a guilty Ae Ra was a silly Ae Ra “I was just thinking that it was cute how worry he is for you, and I was thinking that I better stay here so he doesn’t worry more than necessary” “Really?” “Yes” He believed her “I’m sorry for causing all this though” There it was the guilt. He sat next to her at the table and rested his hand on top of hers. Her breathing was the only thing that reacted to his touch, her body stayed still and her eyes were focused on his “You need to watch your language, instead of saying sorry for worrying you, just say thank you for caring about me, instead of apologizing for crying you only need to thank us for understanding, you need to realize that you are not a burden, we are not doing this for you to feel sorry for us, we do this because we want to, we need to, ok?” “Kyung Soo” She turned around the hand he was grabbing and interlocked her fingers with his “Thank you for being here and take care of me…that’s better?” She wasn’t making fun of him, but she was definitely trying to light things up “Much better, now finish your cup of ramen, I promise you that I will prepare you better food tonight ok?” “Thank you” He brought her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles whispering a you are welcome against them.

Two days locked in that flat weren’t as bad as she thought they would be. Chanyeol, brought her some books, her computer, her guitar, and keyboard. She went to the farthest room of the apartment and started working in some arrangements from one of her songs. She couldn’t sing normally because of Chanyeol and Kyung Soo would hear her love confession to Kyung Soo, so she only whispered the lyrics to herself. She was missing the stage so much. She did her best to not think about work during this month. No social media, no fans, no music. And it helped her a lot. Her therapist told her not to read comments on the internet because that was always everyone’s Achille’s heel. And she followed her orders. But she missed her idol life very much. She promised herself to release a new single as soon as all this was over. For her fans and for her. She wondered how her fans were doing, where they worry? Mad at her? Disappointed? Mister Min was going to visit her that afternoon, so she was going to ask him about that.

She was talking about random things with Chanyeol when her manager and Minseok arrived. He was carrying his working suitcase “Thought you could need a trim, I also brought my shaver to take care of Kyung Soo’s head” “He is not here, his boss told him to go and rest for a day, he was very mad at him” Minseok grinned and gave her a mocking look “I bet he was” Chanyeol exchanged the same look with him and Ae Ra felt exposed. They knew. Or they suspected something, but still, they were being blatantly open about it, and they were messing with her. She was ok with it. But Mister Min was there, and she didn’t want him to know about any of this yet. So she grabbed Minseok and took him to the bathroom so he could do his job. He kept grinning at her, giving her funny looks, just making fun of her “Stop doing that with your eyebrows Minseok, what is it?” “I don’t know, you tell me” She really wanted to tell him. Minseok was the friend who knew everything about her because she told him everything about her. Not for nothing, he was a hairstylist “Ok, I want to know, but also, don’t tell me something that you wouldn’t tell your brother, or father ok?” “Noted…so, things happened between me and Kyung Soo” He nodded, crossing his arms over his chest “I…or better, we imagined that much, you guys slept under the same roof and there’s a thin line between reality and fanfiction, I work in this business, believe me, but you need to be a bit more specific” “Why?” “Because I need more information to gossip with the guys”

“I hate you all” He ignored her and made her sit at the vanity chair, getting her ready for her hair treatment “So you guys kissed” “A while ago” He gave her an accomplice smile and urged her to follow “We kissed some weeks ago, then we kiss again…and then we…did… grown up stuff” He broke in laughter and she laughed with him “Ok, that’s enough, I’m not sharing that with the guys though, although Sehun commented that you looked different” “You think sex changed my image?” He shrugged as he sprayed her hair with some product “People say that after sex you tend to glow and look happier” “Not when the other part tells you that it can’t happen again” Minseok gasped loudly “ No! He said that?! I thought that only happened in movies…so he hasn’t touched you again” “No” “You must be burning inside!” She turned around on her chair, fake crying “It’s horrible, I don’t like it! Honestly, I’m glad he went for the day to his home otherwise I would have attacked him tonight” “I’m so sorry for you Ae Ra” She was glad she had his sympathy, although there was a bit of mockery behind his words “So you guys aren’t really dating right?” “Mmm…not really, we are like friends with benefits, but the benefit is his love and support” “That’s not bad, isn’t?” It wasn’t, it really wasn’t. But it kind of was sometimes “Look, I just discovered sex, so you can’t blame me” She was trying to convince herself more than explain herself to Minseok. He showed no interest in her last statement, mostly because he understood her.

Mister Min brought her a surprise that night “Your fans have been flooding us with letters and gifts for you, we have been informing them as you told us, just telling them the necessary, and they understand, but they want to show you their support” Mister Min dropped a plastic bag as big as him on the floor. Letters, fanarts, small and big boxes, certified envelopes from her fan sites. She felt as if the bag was charged with some kind of energy that as soon as she opened it exploded on her face and made her skin tingle, her heart bit went wild and she felt her soul jump with excitement and happiness. She sat down at the living room and ignored the rest of the world as she started reading every single word of love, care, and support that her precious fans send her. She promised herself that she would start working on her next single tomorrow. And it was going to be a love song about Kyung Soo. Because she was missing him already.

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She had plans of waking up early, do some training and then work on one of her songs. But her plans were stopped a couple of minutes after she woke up. Chanyeol knocked her door holding his phone “Police wants to talk to you” “They got him?” He shook his head looking dejected. She picked up the call, already sure that her plans will have to wait. The detectives sounded apologetic when they asked her to come to the police station “We haven’t been able to find that man, so we need you to recognize her” “I understand, I will be there as soon as possible” “We will be waiting, she is on her way from the prison center” She repeated her answer and hung up.

An hour later, as she was ready to leave, Kyung Soo arrived. His hair was damp, he was wearing an all-black outfit and he smelled amazing, but his expression was grim “How are you feeling?” He inquired, exchanging looks with Chanyeol “I’m feeling alright, a bit nervous, but not bad, how are you?” “I feel like I’m not as good as you, but I’m happy to see you” It was stupid how good that made her feel, and she would have jumped on him but Chanyeol coughed next to them clearly asking for mercy.

This wasn’t her first time in a police station. One time her dad got on a fight with someone at a bar and she and her mom had to go pick him up. She was 14. A while ago. She kept repeating to herself that it was going to be alright, that this wasn’t a big deal. And it was working until it wasn’t. One of the detectives working on her case took her, Kyung Soo and Chanyeol to an interrogation room. There was a police officer inside, who bowed at them and left once everybody was inside. On the other side of the one-way mirror, she met the eyes of who she suspected was her attacker. And from there, everything felt like an out of body experience. She was watching more than living all this “That’s Jin Tae Ri, next to her is the psychologist that’s guiding us with the interrogations and who is providing her assistance, she said in her last report that she shows signs of Stockholm syndrome, depression, and post-traumatic disorder, she hasn’t said how or when she met her accomplice, but she keeps saying that she attacked you by herself, now, is she who attacked you?” She didn’t answer immediately, she walked closer to the mirror and inspected her face with no results “I never saw her face…I can only remember her voice” The detective walked outside the room, and a minute later she saw him enter the room on the other side of the glass. The girl, Tae Ri, jolted in surprise when he opened the door, but her face remained indifferent “Jin Tae Ri, you mind if I ask you some questions?” She only shook her head “Could you explain to me why you were so fixated with Miss Ji Ae Ra?” Her face reacted this time, haunted, pained, but above all, somber “Because that’s my mission” And it fell on her like a waterfall. That voice. Soft but menacing, as if she was fake smiling all the time. She remembered that time they kidnapped her, the calls, and the attack in the showers. She remembered the horrible things she told her, things she had only shared with her therapist. It was her. No doubt it was her. “Who gave you that mission?” “I don’t know” “And why is that your mission, you have been trying to kill her for her only existence, or there’s more?” “She has to die” That stunned her. It felt like an electric shock and a bath of cold water at the same time. She has to die. And she said it with such conviction and lack of mercy that it terrified her. Because she would have killed her, she tried several times “Do I need to die too?” Asked the detective, bringing Ae Ra back “No, you don’t, but she needs to disappear, we can’t keep listening to her” “That bad is her music?” “Yes! Is terrible, her music is venom for our country, she is brainwashing us” This time the psychologist took over the interrogation, apparently, this was news for her “Why are you saying that Tae Ri? Why is she brainwashing us?” “You don’t hear it? You honestly can’t hear it? Is in each one of her songs, she is calling everybody” “To do what?” “Rebel, bring chaos, push her extreme left ideas, attack our government” She was exasperated, trying to convince these two people. Her eyes moved from one face to the other, begging them to listen to her “Ae Ra, this is enough” Kyung Soo whispered on her ear, clasping her hand “Let’s go” He pulled her softly and she followed him out. Chanyeol stayed inside, probably waiting for the detective to be over. Kyung Soo walked her and stopped in front of a water dispenser, and filled a paper cup for her “Drink this” She did, not able to do anything but follow instructions. He made her sit in a close bench and he sat next to her, still holding her hand. She drank her water, her throat thanked it.

Kyung Soo couldn’t look away from her face waiting for a signal. A signal of fainting, low pressure, high pressure, anything. But Ae Ra only drank her water and took some deep breaths. Nothing else “Are you feeling better?” “Yes, although I wasn’t that bad…I felt distressed when I heard her voice, but then I just wanted to hear what she was saying, I needed an explanation” She was looking at her knees, playing with the plastic cup. Her fingers were restless, but he was glad that was the only reaction she was having. He reached for her cold hand and rubbed it trying to spread some warmth “How did you know I was reaching my limit?” She asked him, her voice low and soft. She moved closer to him so he could hear her, and clearly seeking for some support “I saw it in your back” He didn’t hug her, he couldn’t do that in a public place, but he leaned on her too, allowing her to rest her head against his shoulder “My back?” He could hear some drowsiness on her voice “Yeah, whenever you are having a hard time your back gets really stiff, your shoulders slump and I can almost see the veins on your neck” He had noticed that as a fan. Airport photos, fan cams or that time he saw her in a hotel lobby having an argument with her manager. It was a sign of insecurity when she felt uncomfortable or vulnerable, he thought. He had developed the talent of reading her perfectly quite quickly, but he had been always like that “You know me so well” She commented, her voice still low, but he could hear the smile on her mouth. Chanyeol walked out and stood in front of them, his hands on his pockets and a deep frown he had never seen before. He balanced on his heels, looking around uncomfortable “That was weird, that was so weird, I don’t know what that psycho sell to that poor girl, but that’s insane, the things she said were insane, long story short, she thinks you are leading some sort of dystopian totalitarian left-wing movement through your music, she even named one of your songs and described how it had a hidden meaning and it made absolutely no sense! That was so scary, how our minds are so vulnerable…Miss Ji, they need your confirmation and we can leave, they need to take her back to the prison center” She stood up immediately and Kyung Soo followed close with Chanyeol behind him.

After taking her statement, they walked out of the police station, feeling tired and confused. Specially Chanyeol “Are you okay?” Kyung Soo asked him after they help Ae Ra get inside the car “Yeah, it’s just…imagine how nuts the other guy must be, and he is still on the loose! I’m worrier than ever for Miss Ji’s safety” He voiced out Kyung Soo’s thoughts, he felt the same “Yeah, let’s just keep doing our job, this has to end soon” He patted Chanyeol’s arm and they both got inside the car. They drove for about thirty minutes when Ae Ra spoke for the first time, leaning closer to them “Guys…just to be sure…you don’t believe what she said right?” Kyung Soo knew she was being serious, but he just couldn’t control his laughter, Chanyeol either. He turned around, wanting to apologize and her face looked a bit hurt, but the corners of her lips were slightly lifted “Ae Ra, Of course not?” “You don't?” How could she still be unsure? She wasn’t lying. She wasn’t joking when she said she had confidence issues for being an idol “No, I listen to your music, I know it doesn't have subliminal political messages” Chanyeol, between laughs, reassure her “I don’t listen to a lot of your music, but when Kyung Soo gets to decide what we listen to in the car and some of your songs appear, I can tell that there are no subliminal messages, if anything I feel like going out, follow my dreams and date someone maybe” He was relieved when he saw her laugh for real. Big mouth, eyes almost closed and hands on her stomach. That was her real laugh. He looked at her until her laughing fit was over, glad that his friend had done that for her.

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The next day, their boss called Chanyeol telling him that it was his turn to rest. Apparently, he didn’t like that they were working extra hours for Ae Ra. Like the old days, Ae Ra spent the morning on the room that worked as a studio, writing. He knew that was a good sign and was relieved that she did it because this was the first time in a while that they were alone. Before lunch, she exercised for an hour and then took a shower. Kyung Soo was making some fried chicken meanwhile she did it and did his best not to think about it. He ended up imagining her anyway, which gave him a nice oil burn on his finger. After lunch she locked herself in the room she used as studio again and didn’t come out until it was night time.

He wished some of her friends could visit. Where was Baekhyun when you need it? He wished someone, anyone could visit them right now so they could ease the tension that settled the moment she appeared in the living room. She didn’t say anything. She drank a glass of water and eat some grapes in the kitchen as she played with her phone. Kyung Soo tried to stay focused on the book he was reading but he had already forgotten what book it was. He was so focused on acting normal that he didn’t hear her stand up and walk in front of him. She touched his hand that was resting on his leg with her naked knee and he looked up surprised. She looked so cute and sexy with her grey dress, her cozy socks and her hair down “May I sit next to you?” She asked “Sure” His answer came out not as smoothly as he wished, but maybe she didn’t notice it. She sat down very close to him and kept looking at something at her phone. He tried to see what it was, it was weird seeing her on her phone, she always avoided it, but he couldn’t notice what it was, only that she was going through some pictures “A couple of days ago Chanyeol send me a bunch of pictures of you, and when I miss you I look at them” What was this? What kind of plan was this? What did she want from him? Who says that when the person is sitting right next to you?! Kyung Soo was half annoyed half dazed by her comment. He was full mad at Chanyeol “I…how can…what” He took a deep breath, trying to be back to his normal cool self “I’m right here, How can you miss me?” She put down her phone and let out a frustrated sight “Kyung Soo, whenever someone or something touches me I still remember your touch, I can’t take out of my mind the feeling when you sat me in your thigh and fingered me mercilessly” He couldn’t control the surprised intake of air. Now she had all his attention “There's something so animalistic about how I feel, sometimes I feel like I'm not going to be able to control myself…I want to touch you, I just want to touch you, but there's also something very innocent about this because I think that I will be satisfied with only touching your cheek or pass my hand over your head… but most of the time is just animalistic, and I can only think about all the things I have fantasized about but I didn't get the chance to try with you" Only then she met his eyes. She looked so brave and truthful. Her eyes were dark and glossy. He was sure he looked the same. Her words had an immediate effect on him. What was she imagining? He wanted to see it. He was breathing hard, his hands fisted on each side of his body. She made a bold move and grabbed his thigh. His dick twitched immediately, his breathing stuck on his throat "Would you get too mad if I kiss you now? " He didn’t respond, he couldn’t "I promise you that I would leave you alone, but just one kiss" Her voice broke his heart. It sounded desperate, brutally honest and craving.

She caressed his thigh with her index finger "Just one kiss Kyung Soo " She begged for the last time, she had a tiny bit of pride left. He took his time. He moved his eyes from hers to her hand resting on his knee and stayed there. God knows what kind of internal fight he was having. Ae Ra was about to give up when his left hand moved suddenly to her thigh and caressed it, imitating her gesture "I think a kiss is fair enough" He whispered, his velvety voice going to her velvety center. He didn't move though, she was hoping he did so he could guide the kiss, avoiding any embarrassment from her, but he didn't. He was nervous, just as she was. She focused on his lips and he licked them, aware of her attention. She wanted to do that too. Lick them and taste them. She moved her body into his space, and he met her halfway. Ae Ra felt the blood pulsing in her veins and felt herself burn as her desire flooded her senses. Kyung Soo felt his self-control and fear leave his body, and his want and passion take over. He felt his own pulse speed at Ae Ra’s desire for him. He felt himself stirring within the feel of her hot, shivering body against his. Still, he did nothing more, refusing to yield to the urge to undress her and kiss and suck every inch of her skin. He continued to hold Ae Ra’s frame, feeling her left leg encircle around his hips, her hand closing almost convulsively around the muscles of his forearm. He cursed in his head and bid farewell to the last remnants of willpower. He bit her lower lip, making her open her mouth wider and stuck his tongue inside her, making her release her first moan. She followed his movements, engaging quickly on his technics. Technics he didn’t know he possessed until he met her “I’m losing control” He whispered against her wet lips when he moved apart to gain some air. She nibbled on her lower lip, her eyes sultry and fill with her victory. He loved the look on her face when she got away with what she wanted. She studied Kyung Soo’s eyes, seeming harder, wider and open to her gaze. She watched his pupils expand and then darken as she rubbed her body against his. They both stayed frozen in that moment. Sucking in all those overwhelming feelings, engraving their forms against each other, the feeling of their heats under their fingertips. He stared at Ae Ra's mouth, thinking how he longed to pull her beautiful body even closer against him, part her lips with his tongue and watch as those eyelids fluttered down in the acceptance of his need. He wanted her and he wasn’t going to deny it anymore. But they had to be smart about this. There was a security camera at the door that could catch any noise that was close enough. And they were close enough. So he did what Ae Ra would never be able to do. He moved away. He saw how terror overtook her face and her shoulders slumped in misunderstanding. Needing to erase her disappointment, Kyung Soo slid his grip from her elbow to her hand. Catching her trembling hand with his strong fingers he stood up and pulled her with him “Let’s got to your room, the camera could catch our noises” He watched Ae Ra’s eyes round even wider in amazement as she stood up, no without difficulty. Kyung Soo walked ahead and guide her to her room at the end of the corridor. The view of his wide back under his black t-shirt, a view she would reminisce when needed. Kyung Soo went inside the room followed by her. He turned on the lights, closed the curtains and locked the door. They were secured now. Ae Ra could only see it as bodyguard Mister Do getting ready for sex, securing the area. Now that they were separated, Ae Ra let her gaze sweep down his lean form. There was still no evidence of the man's desire, but she noticed how his pants were especially tight tonight, framing his ass and thighs deliciously. Kyung Soo turned around after locking the door and followed the path of her gaze. He smirked when he found what was she looking at and walked closer to her, palming himself. She called his name, not sure why, but liked how his smile softened with that sound “Are we safe now to resume what we were doing?” She asked, looking at his crotch again “Yeah, from where you want us to pick up?” “Just come here and hug me again” He did it, his arms strong yet gentle quickly enveloped Ae Ra, pulling her firmly against his body. One of her hands rose to cares his shaved head, one of her favorite kinks. It was his favorite too, he felt himself trembling as he fought the urges of his body to sweep her off her feet, throw her on the bed and let their passion have free reign. He felt her hands move down to his nape and Ae Ra heard the gasp of breath against the bare skin of her neck, quick and hot. He groaned, wanting once again to bend and ravage the tender mouth he could feel pressed against his skin “Kyung Soo” She called him, the soft utterance of his name in a voice so filled with need felt like a physical touch, and Kyung Soo let his body arch against Ae Ra in response. If he was surprised at how needy and decided Ae Ra's actions were, he didn't show it. Instead, he merely answered to them with the same need, and just let her do what she wanted with him. She wanted to rub and grab his ass, go ahead, even if it tickled a lot. She wanted to feel him under his t-shirt, good for her, even if it made him a bit self-conscious about his body. With careful movements she lifted his t-shirt and pulled it up, stepping back as she wanted to watch him naked. Because something that was really bugging her since that time they had sex is that she was so nervous and expectant about sleeping for the first time with someone, that she didn’t have the mind to enjoy it to the fullest. So she didn’t quite enjoy his nakedness, she didn’t take the time to watch his body and feel his skin. She threw the garment somewhere and just stared at his chest at the same time her hands wandered from his neck, down to his chest, over his stomach and around his waist. So soft, and firm under his skin. His body temperature warm and familiar to her by now. She felt Kyung Soo’s eyes on her, clearly analyzing every reaction she could have since he was so good at it. But she was sure that there was only one thing he was going to find on her face now, and for the rest of the night. Desire.

Kyung Soo thought it was insanely cute how engrossed she was on his body, but it was getting a bit unbearable. He lifted her head by grabbing her chin and stared down into her glossy brown eyes, and then sighed in frustration "I get what you are doing, but I want to touch you too” “You do?” He only nodded “How bad?” She asked, flirty as ever. Kyung Soo was shy, but he could play this game. When it came to this kind of things, shyness would take a day off “Very bad, I want to kiss and grope every part of you, I want to mark you and hear each loud moan that I can get out of you, tonight I’m not stopping myself Ae Ra” Her hands came to a halt and Kyung Soo took it as an opportunity to grab her by the hips and toss her on to the bed. He looked at her giggling, rubbing her naked legs together, which remind him of something “Why are you wearing such a short dress, do you know how appetizing you look” “I do know, that’s why I’m wearing it” She winked at him, and oh man! That was his idol right there “Stop playing dirty” “Never” He laughed with her and a thought hit him suddenly. It was about 8 o’clock, nine maybe, the night was so young, and they had the rest of it to just indulge in each other. He was going to take the most of it. He got into the bed, straddling her and gripped the bottom of her dress and pulled it over her head. Reaching down again, he caught the band of her sports bra and took it off, making her hair messier than before. Those deep round eyes stared at her this time. The air of the room made her chest react and she felt her nipples hardening for attention. She already felt like moaning “You want me to touch you?” He asked with a hint of irony. She nodded in response “How bad?” He copied her and she gasped in fake annoyance, trying to free herself from his grip. He pushed her shoulders down into the mattress and moved his head down dropping a kiss between her breast to then searched out for her sensitive bud of flesh. As his tongue swirled, and then his lips closed to suckle, Ae Ra’s eyes fluttered shut as her hands spread warm against his bare back. The feeling of having her like this made him bit the side of her breast softly. For a moment he was afraid of her reaction, maybe it hurt her, but he only found himself gathered more tightly into her embrace, a small sound of either pain or enjoyment escaping her mouth. Kyung Soo’s attention upon her body intensified. Emboldened by his actions, she allowed her hands to slide up Kyung Soo’s neck to his head, fingertips massaging against his scalp. She marveled at the texture of it, finally fulfilling her cravings. He became rougher in his treatment of Ae Ra’s flesh, making her cried out in pleasure. She was panting, her body trembling at the combination of pleasure and pain. Kyung Soo released her throbbing nipple from between his teeth to look up at her face. And she felt like coming just by locking eyes with him. He followed a path of kisses and bites up her chest, over her clavicles, stopping for a minute on her neck and finished at her right ear “I want to go down on you” He whispered against her ear, his voice low and husky “No” She answered, and she was quick to explain herself after Kyung Soo went cold with her answer “I mean, I would like that… a lot…but I want to taste you, let me suck you Kyung Soo” “Why?” He answered moving away from her ear, looking at her face “I’m a pleaser, the idea of pleasuring you turns me on so much” She replied, pulling his pants down with a tiny bit of difficulty. Apparently, that was good enough for him, because he moved away from her, taking off his pants in the process and laid on the bed next to Ae Ra. She twisted her hair in a messy bun, and she saw him gulp, startled by her involuntarily sexy move. She watched as Kyung Soo’s eyes widened as her hand suddenly curled around his penis. Ae Ra knew the theory behind all this. She read a lot about it, she saw a lot of footage of people doing it, but this was her first time performing it. She felt clumsy, nervous and overwhelmed by the feeling. But when she heard him groan and arched into her touch, unashamed of his body's reaction to the stimulation she provided she gained a bit of confidence. Her hand was insistent, not particularly gentle, and Kyung Soo loved every minute of it. He felt her move and saw in awe how she straddled his left thigh seeking for some friction “Am I doing ok?” She asked him when she noticed him a bit distracted, thinking it was her lack of technique and not the fact that Kyung Soo could feel her center hot against the skin of his leg “You are doing amazing” He answered, breathing harshly “You have to tell me then, I’m really nervous here” She giggled timidly and resumed moving her hand, at the same time she rotated her hips against his leg, heat spreading over her. As good as this scene looked and felt for her, she wanted to try something more, go a bit forward. Kyung Soo cried out when she replaced the caress of her hand with the wet warmth of her mouth. He struggled to control himself, to not thrust on her mouth, to not grab her head, to not bother the neighbors with his noise, but soon he abandoned the fight as he arched into the incredible pleasure of that tight suction. Her mouth was hot and skilled, she didn’t have any reason to feel insecure about her experience, that was for sure. Very soon he found himself hovering at the edge of release, and in desperation, he pulled Ae Ra’s head up and crush that incredible mouth to his. He couldn’t speak right now, but he hoped this kiss expressed how amazed he was by her. The touch of his lips was like an electric spark, and her mouth opened over his with a gasp. Kyung Soo’s mouth moved possessively over hers, she felt herself melting into the touch, molding her body against the strong muscles lying under her. Lips stroked and nipped, tongues twined in heat. She felt Kyung Soo’s hands move down her back and hook his thumbs in the elastic of her underwear, pushing them over her hips and then allowed her to pull them the rest of the way down. She hated that she had to break the joining of their mouths to do so. But once her naked body rested against him, all discomfort went away. He began to stroke her back, fingertips gently scratching against her sensitive skin. Her spine spasmed into an arch, her voice falling into a low moan at the touch. Kyung Soo’s words were spoken against the skin of her throat, sending delicious goosebumps down her body "I need to go for a condom" Ae Ra’s groan was in response to both his words and the progress of his mouth as it moved from her throat to her ear, teeth tugging her earlobe gently. She couldn’t protest though, there were some things that were inescapable. But her mind cleared for a short second, reminding her something. She jolted and moved away from Kyung Soo crawling over the bed to one of the night tables next to her bed. She opened the drawer and there they were, a box of condoms, with around 5 left inside “I remembered that I saw them here the day we move in” “Who used this house last time?” He asked curiously “I don’t know, but I will find out to thank him or her, this is a box of six, so they had fun at least once” He laughed at her comment, moving closer to her, taking the box away from her hands. His mouth returned to seal over hers, stealing away breath and logic again. Her hands were bolder now. She caressed him from his neck, down his chest, and continued downward to cup the curve of his buttocks and grind against his body, making him broke their kiss with a gasp. That was one thing she regretted from their first time. She felt she didn’t enjoy his body as she should have. She didn’t touch it enough, she didn’t look at it enough. But she wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice. This time she was going to be greedy, touching, kissing and biting. His breath caught in a choked gasp as the touch became firmer, her fingers trailing up his legs, across his buttocks and against the curve of his spine. His hands jerked and grasped hers bringing them to her back, immobilizing her “What?” She asked a bit flustered by how he held her arms so effortlessly, and by the obvious smirk on his lips “Stop getting me horny” Ae Ra writhed in his grasp but it was useless “This is getting too long, let’s do it already before you regret it” She complained, half joking, half serious, but Kyung Soo took it seriously “I’m not going to run away Ae Ra” “No, not with that erection, you could stab someone” He laughed, loud and merrily, crunching his nose, his rounds cheeks and half-moon eyes giving him that childlike look that she was so enamored with. She had to kiss him. She had to kiss that cute nose of him, she always wanted to do it, but to do it she had to move her body up. She reached up for his face, sliding out of his grip. She was able to kiss him, but something else happened. Her wet center rubbed against his hard-on, making both of them gasp at the same time. They had to get to work, they were both on the verge “Let me put the condom this time” She demanded as Kyung Soo finally released her from his grip. He passed her the condom and waited for her to do her task. She grabbed his dick firmly as before, and pumped a couple of times, just because she really enjoyed doing it before. Kyung Soo stared at her confident self, biting his lip to control the overwhelming feeling of having her touching him so intimately. He stayed still for a moment has her fingers slid the condom down his length. The anticipation was killing him. Was she going to ride him? Or should they change positions? What were all these things she had fantasized about? He was open to anything honestly. He could barely finish that thought when Ae Ra climbed on top of him, holding herself on his chest. She stared down at him, rubbing herself against his cock, releasing a shaky moan. She grabbed him again, and slowly lowered her body. Kyung Soo drew a breath, and then released it. He struggled to inhale as he felt her heat engulf him. She moaned again as she moved down, helpless to do anything other than move above him, releasing her passion. It felt so different than the first time. It burned a little bit more, yes, but also, she could feel him so deep inside her. It was strange and overwhelming, but it also felt wonderful. His jaw went slack, and he stared at her in awe, his hands sliding up her thighs absentmindedly. His breathing came out harsh and heavy, his eyelids fluttered closed for a couple of seconds to then open up again and lock eyes with her. Dear god, he was beautiful. How could he leave a life looking like this and not be idolized by people? And not only his face was gorgeous, but his soul matched that beauty, showing this peaceful, wise, emphatic and embracing man. She reached for his face, to caress him, to absorb the heat from his cheeks. Her fingertips brushed along Kyung Soo's lips, she felt his burning eyes on her, but she could only focus on his lips, his delicious lips. He opened them slightly, releasing a long sight. She pressed her thumb against his lips, just to feel his hot breath against it, but he had a better idea. She saw in wonder how he opened his mouth wider and caught her thumb between his teeth, sucking it, and she just lost her mind there. His soft tongue swirled against her sensitive fingertip, and his full lips encircled her finger perfectly. Every swept of his tongue went straight to her clit. The harder he sucked, the harder her hips moved seeking for higher and higher pleasure. Her hips arched, thrusting, looking for a reprise of the pleasure that was battering her mind. She wanted that tantalizing taste of ecstasy to be constant, to never stop. Her eyes meet his own, and Kyung Soo showed resolve when his demanding hands reached up, tangling in her silky soft hair and pulling her flushed face down to his. He released her finger with a loud pop and his mouth and body both took her, tongue and hips thrusting in unison. At first, it was slow and steady, a careful rocking. Mostly because his kiss caught her by surprise, making her lose some focus. But it didn't last long. Soon Ae Ra was thrusting hard against his willing body, her legs working over their capacity. His hips rose to meet hers. He looked up, and found Ae Ra’s eyes closed, body trembling in pleasure. He needed to be closer. It never was enough. Kyung Soo lifted his upper body, resting in his elbows, pushing her up with him. He moved up all the way until he was sitting, and held to her waist, bringing his lips to her neck. She shouted as Kyung Soo shifted inside her. She struggled to exhale as Kyung Soo’s lips found their way to her throat, nuzzling against the pounding pulse they found there. Ae Ra moaned loudly in pleasure when she felt teeth nibbling against her flesh, and then she felt as if she was surrounded by something. That something took over her body, a sense of freedom and frenzy. This was their second time together, things were clearer now, they knew each other better. They were intimate now, they were over intimacy, they had to come up with a new name for it. And that freedom, that feeling of not fearing him, trust him with all she had, felt like a strange ecstasy. It built up the heat inside her. His fingers began rubbing her clit, giving her a throbbing pressure between her legs. It was consuming her. She could hear his moans, throaty and desperate, muffled into the skin of her neck. She still couldn’t tell how to know when he was close to coming, but she knew when she was close. And she was very, very close. Just one sudden touch or kiss and she would explode. He brought her lips to his, pulling her closer by the nape. He captured her lower lip with his teeth and gave her the dirties kiss so far, taking her breath away and finally pushing her over the edge. She came intensely and loudly. Her body went stiff and rocked against his passionately. He groaned against her mouth, it felt like a roar, his hands squeezed tight whatever part he could grasp. She came in waves, the first one strong and burning, followed by other less strong, and like that on and on. After the last ripple of pleasure had faded, Ae Ra lifter her hips, moaning for the last time when he slid out of her, and rolled beside Kyung Soo. A wide smile spread across her face when he rolled to his side, an arm sliding gently around her waist. He lay silent, his fingers making circles on her hip bone. She allowed her breathing to find a normal rhythm again. Kyung Soo did the same, she could feel his breathing against her temple. They had both found some calm, their adrenaline already down and under control when Kyung Soo moved his mouth closer to her hear and whispered “Why me Ae Ra? You could have anyone” Her lower lip quivered involuntarily “No I can’t, I don’t have you” “You have me, just…not yet” She felt like he was being as clear as he could, but she couldn’t grab the full meaning behind his words “Why not yet? Whenever we let ourselves go, we had such an amazing and beautiful time” He moved his body closer to her, capturing her left leg with his “I just… yeah, I’m not going to deny that, but you could come out hurt from this if anyone finds out about us” “Kyung Soo, you are the best thing that has happened to me, nothing about you could hurt me, only not having you” He kissed her, having a bit of difficulty since he was smiling so widely “Ok, I get it” He sounded exasperated “What?” She asked growing a bit anxious. He needed to stop kissing her cheeks and be clearer “You have me…fully” He answered hiding his embarrassment with his soft kisses “Really?” “Yeah” His answer was muffled by the skin of her neck, so she grabbed his cute face and brought him to her face so she could look at him “You are dating me?” “Yeah, we are dating” She hid her face on his neck, her arms embracing him with a bit of desperation “I’m so happy I could cry” She whispered, her voice shaking, giving her away “You are crying, I can feel it” “God damn it Kyung Soo! I’m going to write an entire record about you” He sounded really panicked as he released himself from her embrace to look at her “Please don’t, I wouldn’t know how to react” “That’s not my problem, also…too late” “What? Ae Ra what do you mean?” She decided that a good idea was to run away now to not be coaxed to getting rid of all the songs she wrote about him. But Kyung Soo was a step ahead and stopped her by pinning her hands above her head, getting on top of her “Ae Ra, what did you mean by that?” She only shook her head, biting her lower lip to control her laugh “Ae Ra! You haven’t been writing songs about me, right?” She closed her eyes, biting harder on her lips “How can you be like this? I could eat you!” He said between laughs. She thought he meant a figurately eat, but he was being quite literal. He released her hands, and slid down her body, getting between her legs. He grabbed a strong hold of her thighs and locked eyes with her as he started skirting around her mound, kissing her outer folds and her inner thighs. And there it was, a new first time for her.

Notes: See how instead of saying porn I said “she saw a lot of footage of people doing it” I’m so fancy.

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Humble (Part 2)

“…She’s the closest thing North America has to actual royalty.”

Maybe that’s the problem.

Maybe you need to be brought down a few notches.

Maybe you need to be humbled.

Siwon is correct, he realizes with a twinge of irritation.

The rest of the boys do like you.

They like you a lot.

The way they laugh, flirt, and accommodate you with little school boy grins on their faces only deepens his dislike for you. Don’t they see how airheaded you are? You asked about a fucking microphone and how to use it! If that doesn’t scream spoiled, ridiculous brat, Siwon doesn’t know what will.

“How often do you come visit lowly artists like us?” Donghae sits directly across from you, eyes bright and shiny, chin propped up on his fist. The smile he gives you could light the entire country for a year if the government tried to harness its power.

Siwon snorts at the obvious attempt to flirt. It’s so close to the what’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this line that he feels actually sick to hear it. Nevertheless, he translates for Donghae.

You pointedly ignore Mr. Giant-Stick-Up-His-Ass and answer Donghae’s question. “In Seoul? Not often. The last time I was here was to visit-” Your throat closes up, stopping you from finishing your sentence. Even saying his name is difficult for you.

“President Moon?” Siwon offers.

“Oh, well, yes. I also have some friends here involved in the music industry. I knew a decent amount about SM as a company before I visited yesterday all thanks to them. I suppose I just wanted to see for myself.”

Siwon raises a brow. “So you lied to get here?”

“Excuse me?!” You stand abruptly, glaring at him in a manner that makes the other Super Junior members squirm uncomfortably in their seats. “I don’t know what you’re implying-”

“I’m not implying anything. I believe I said what I had to say.”

Your cheeks flush red out of anger. “You little-”

Jack rushes forward, whispering in your ear, “CAMERAS!”

When Siwon smirks, pleased to have gotten such a reaction out of you, it only makes you angrier. You want to smack him hard enough his nose bleeds. Instead, you settle for sitting back down and continuing the conversation. Out of the corner of your eye you see the flash of several cameras going off outside the conference room.

“My friend was in a terrible place emotionally and I believed part of it was due to stress from work. In a way, I was looking for something to blame his mental health on… I wanted to see if things were really as bad as he implied.” You straighten out your black skirt, rolling your shoulders back, and lifting your chin slightly. “Not that my motives should matter to you.”

“Your motives matter very much, I assure you.” Siwon folds his hands in his lap. The silver metal of his Cartier watch glints in the bright light of the room. “This company is very important to very many people. We don’t need some American princess meddling around in it.”

“I just want to help.”

“We don’t need your help.”

You put on your best, most charming smile. “I’m sure you don’t. That’s why I never said I was here to help you or this company. My friend was part of SM, but I’m here to help his mother with an organization she decided to start up.”

“How sweet of you.” Siwon smiles back. Just as sweet. Just as charming. To the outside world it looks like a pleasant enough conversation, but inside the room anyone could cut the tension with a knife.

“You’re Super Junior’s leader, right?” You turn to Leeteuk and ask in Korean.

He nods, concerned about exactly where this conversation is going. Especially once you stand and reach for your bag. Maybe his English isn’t the best, but his people reading skills are immaculate. He knows whatever has been said between you and Siwon wasn’t friendly.

“I’ll have my assistant leave my number with you. Call me and we’ll set up another meeting. Just us.” You bow to Leeteuk and leave the room, the scent of lilies trailing after you.

Jack approaches Leeteuk and scribbles down your phone number on a sheet of notebook paper. He gestures the First Family’s translator forward, whispering to them as he hands the number to Leeteuk.

“Do not allow this number to get out as it is her private phone number. Her schedule is quite packed for the next month so texting would be a better option. Please keep in mind any and all calls or messages received can be monitored at any moment. Refrain from lewd comments.” The translator bows when she finishes up repeating Jack’s orders.

“She’s not trying to date you,” Jack adds in English. “Business only.”

Siwon doesn’t lose his smile as he says, “I’m sure he understands already, but I will be more than happy to reiterate your points. To every member. Not only Leeteuk.”

Jack tilts his head, examining the casual, almost too relaxed way Siwon sits. There’s a smugness in the air that Jack just doesn’t care for. “I would appreciate that. I would also appreciate you remaining far from the meeting when it takes place. We have our own translators available.”

“Of course. The less I need to be involved, the better.” Siwon stands, bowing respectfully. “Please have a wonderful stay here in South Korea, Mr…”

“McBride.”

“Mr. McBride.” Siwon says the name carefully.

Jack takes careful, measured steps toward Siwon. The two men are of similar height and build, with Jack being a bit taller and a bit more muscular. The way he looks down his nose at Siwon makes Siwon bristle with anger. “This isn’t my first time with men like you, Mr. Choi.”

“Men like me? I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Men who like to humiliate the people I love.” Jack tilts his head to the side. “You see what you want to see out of her. You know nothing about what she’s actually like.”

“Bratty heiresses tend to only come in one flavor.” The smile never leaves Siwon’s face. “Rotten.”

Jack, ever composed, ever calm Jack, briefly loses his cool and contemplates if it would be worth risking his job to punch this smug bastard in the face. What right does the son of one of the richest men in South Korea have to judge the daughter of one of the richest men in America? They’re on the same playing field, and from what Jack’s seen, you have the high ground.

Instead of balling up his fist and popping Siwon right in the nose, Jack settles for saying, “We’ll be seeing you tomorrow Mr. Choi.”

Siwon looks visibly thrown off. “I’m sorry?”

“Oh, did no one inform you? Tomorrow is Sunday and she never misses a day of church. Not even abroad. I asked your leader for suggestions earlier and he told me about the church you attend. Have a wonderful night.” Jack walks out of the room with a pleased grin on his face.

“Red headed bastard,” Siwon mumbles in Korean as he watches Jack leave. “They’re all awful. At first I just thought it was her, but-”

“Hyung,” Donghae’s voice is gentle when he interrupts Siwon. “You’ve been going on and on about how terrible she is, but she seemed perfectly fine to me.”

Siwon’s mouth falls open. “Really? Were you not paying attention?”

Leeteuk holds up the piece of paper with a wide smile and dreamy eyes. “I got her phone number! Oh, how long should I wait to text her? Now?”

“No, you’ll seem too eager.” Shindong takes the paper from Leeteuk. “Hyung, you should wait until tomorrow.”

“And keep it casual,” Heechul adds. “Don’t start in with your “I had a dream we got married” bullshit.”

“Fuck off, it was one time and I was twenty three.” Leeteuk snatches the paper back from Shindong and simply stares at it for a good ten seconds. He can’t believe his luck. He actually got your phone number. Yours. You’re so far out of his league it’s ridiculous you even looked in his direction. This is by far the best day of Leeteuk’s life.

Siwon is in the fucking Twilight Zone.

He has to be.

Is he seriously the only one who sees you for what you are? A spoiled, entitled, rich bitch, self-absorbed brat? Hell, even when you were talking about your friend- whoever the poor man must be, bless his soul- you managed to make it all about you. How you felt about what he went through. How it made you want to help in whatever way you came up with. You never even bothered to give a name. It was all about you and what you wanted to do.

“I can’t believe all of you,” Siwon says. “She’s not even attractive.”

“Oh, no, hyung! You’re going blind!” Ryeowook holds up his hand and shows Siwon a few fingers. “Quick, how many fingers am I holding up?”

Generally it’s Siwon being the teaser, not the teased. This time though it’s Siwon making the disgusted face and telling Ryeowook off.

“Seriously, Siwon, what did she do that pissed you off so much?” Yesung folds his arms over his chest and leans back in his chair. “I really don’t understand. She’s charming, funny, and seems smart.”

“She asked how a microphone works! A fucking microphone!”

Eunhyuk shrugs. “She’s a political figure, not an artist. Plus it’s a newer model of one of our professional studio sets. Can you really blame her for not being able to look at it and tell you exactly how it works?”

“It’s a microphone!” Siwon pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs.

Leeteuk and Heechul share a brief look. In the few seconds their eyes meet, they come to the same conclusion. Siwon is just having one of his bitch fits. They don’t come often (maybe once every year and a half or so) and don’t last often either. It’s Leeteuk’s opinion that Siwon’s fits are induced by stress brought on by work and family matters. Heechul thinks it’s as simple as the fact no one can be as nice as Siwon without letting out the frustration at least once a year.

“Siwon, have you spoken with your parents recently?” Leeteuk’s probing is as gentle as the expression on his face. “Are they asking you about marriage again?”

“Yes.” Siwon is miserable as he answers. “Sort of. They’re upset Lui and I split up. Mother is under the impression Father will pick a wife for me if I don’t “settle down” soon.”

“Would he really do that?” Heechul asks. “Make you marry someone?”

“That’s how families with money tend to work.”

“But your sister-”

“Is my sister. If she were my brother instead, things would be different.” Siwon sinks back in his chair.

Donghae grins a toothy, crooked grin. “Hyung, look on the bright side. Your father didn’t want you to be an idol at first either, but he changed his mind quick enough. Maybe this will be the same.”

“Maybe.”

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alj4890 · 6 years ago

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Chapter 34 Information

The Royal Romance Fan Fiction (Liam x MC*Riley) (Maxwell x OC*Amanda) (Drake x Olivia) (Hana x Rashad)

These characters are from the amazing writers of Pixelberry's Choices stories: The Royal Romance and Red Carpet Diaries. The only character of my own is Duchess Amanda Bridgerton of House St Orella.

Masterlist for The Other Friend TRR

Chapter 34 summary: On the train ride to Paris, Bastien has some information to share about Savannah. Plans are made.

Chapter 34

Bastien made his way to meet with King Liam. He was not looking forward to this conversation. The investigation had become personal and he was having a hard time separating emotion from doing his duty.

Bastien had been one of the youngest recruits to become a member of the king's guard. He thought it would be years of working for minor nobles before having the opportunity to work directly for the royal family. It was an honor given due to how well he had performed in the academy. He had also impressed an agent of the King's guard. Agent Jack Walker interviewed him for the position. After looking at his file and hearing his opinion and plans for handling possible threats and situations, Jack knew he should be a part of their security team.

Jack took the young Bastien as his protege. Not only did he guide him into ending up as the best agent of the king's guard, he also included him in his family. Bastien became an honorary uncle to Jack's two children, Drake and Savannah. Bastien developed quite an attachment to the Walker family. He had never been close to his own and he loved the moments he spent with the Walkers.

When Jack died during an assassination attempt on the royal family, Bastien tried to be there for Drake and Savannah. His own heart was broken. He had lost a man that was a big brother to him, his mentor. He owed him everything.

When Constantine had requested he look into Savannah's whereabouts, he was surprised. Why would the king want to know where a commoner had gone? He understood Liam wanting to know. Drake was one of his best friends. Now he was angry at himself. He had not paid as close attention to the information he had gathered, trusting that the man he served would handle everything.

He would not allow something like that to happen again. He knew Liam would be a different ruler from his father, but absolute power could still corrupt absolutely. He would do the right thing by Jack's daughter and make sure she had a home.

During his interrogation with Bertrand, it had taken all his training to keep from smashing the duke's head into the table. They had to find Savannah. She needed help and support now more than ever.

He took a deep breath and knocked on Liam's door. He entered and saw that Drake and Maxwell had arrived before him. Each had a look of expectation and hope on their face.

"Your Majesty, your grace, Drake, I have news concerning Savannah's disapperance."

Liam motioned to a chair, "Please, sit and tell us what you have learned."

Bastien sat down and cast an anxious glance at Maxwell. "I spoke to Duke Bertrand about his meeting with Savannah. He..."Bastien paused, swallowing uncomfortably.

Drake couldn't take it anymore. "He what?! Bastien, please just tell us what you learned."

Bastien looked at Maxwell. "Your grace, I'm afraid your brother was rather...harsh with his treatment of Savannah."

Maxwell paled. His hands gripped the arms of the chair he was in. "He didn't hurt her did he? I mean, did he hurt her physically?"

Bastien looked at his hands. "The duke and Savannah had an intimate night together. She found out she was pregnant a month later. When she told him the news...he told her that it was her responsibility. He offered to help her as he could financially, but he had plans to marry a member of the nobility. He encouraged her to try to start a life away from Cordonia and the court."

Liam noticed his two friends getting angrier with each word. "Now we know why she was in the hospital in Paris. Do we know how the baby is? Do we have an address?"

Bastien nodded. "She gave birth to a healthy baby boy four months ago." He handed the address to Drake. "I...I'm sorry I did not tell you about the first investigation. I assumed the king father would handle everything. If you need me for anything else, please let me know." With a bow, he left the room.

Maxwell shot up out of his chair and hit the wall. Shaking, he looked at his friends. "Drake. I am so sorry my brother is the cause of this. I should have...I should have done more to find out what happened."

Drake tried to calm down. His little sister had been alone and pregnant in another country. She had needed someone to take care of her but had chosen to do it on her own. He wanted to ram his fist through Bertrand's stupid noble face.

"Maxwell, none of this is your fault. I'm going to go ahead and apologize. I'm going to tell him off and most likely hit him."

"Don't apologize. I will help you do it. All his talk of upholding the family honor and he does this. He deserves to have his ass kicked."

Liam sat there thinking, letting them vent their frustrations and need for revenge. Why had his father kept this hidden from Drake? What was the point? What had he planned to do? Or was it about Drake at all?

Could it have been kept because Bertrand was involved? Did he have the file created in case he needed to blackmail Bertrand? That seemed the most likely scenario. His father saw another use for it, as a threat to Drake when trying to convince them that Liam should marry Amanda.

Maxwell was walking to the door. "I say we go get him now! It's time that smug look was wiped off his face!"

Liam stopped them. "We can deal with Bertrand later. Right now, we need to decide how to approach Savannah. She needs to know that she does not need to remain apart. She can come home to be with those who love her and are ready to help."

Drake nodded. "I will go see her tomorrow afternoon. I don't believe I will be able to wait a moment longer."

"I'm going with you. She needs to know Bertrand's opinion is not how the rest of the Beaumonts feel. I want to be there for my nephew. He will need to know he has my love and support, even if his father is a douchebag."

Drake grinned. As if anyone doubted that Maxwell would always stand by those he considered his. He should have known that nothing would keep him from proving his loyalty.

Liam frowned as he pulled up his calendar of events. He had a lot of meetings that he would be unable to get out of. The next few days had a lot happening too. "I'm afraid I won't be able to come, unless you want to wait until later this week."

Both did not want to wait.

"You will need a third person there. You both are emotionally involved in this. You are going to need someone calm to diffuse the tension. Is Amanda available to go?"

Maxwell grimaced. "No. She found out yesterday that she will be taking part in some press junkets in Paris. Now that the movie has wrapped, Thomas asked her to meet him for some of them. She's having to work them in between the court events."

Liam thought he knew the perfect person. He could give her up for one afternoon. "Then you should take Riley. She can be a voice of reason in case things get a little heated. I know she will be happy to help out."

"Thanks Liam, if you're sure she won't mind, then I will gladly take all the backup I can."

They all agreed on a time and left Liam's sitting room.

A few hours later, Drake was laying on his bed. He was roused, from thoughts of what he should say when he saw his sister, by a knock on his door. He was surprised to see Olivia there. "Hey Liv."

She smiled. "Are you going to invite me in or keep me talking in the hallway?"

He rolled his eyes and stepped back to let her in. She sat down and noticed his worried expression. "What happened?"

Drake saw the concern in her eyes. He hesitated in answering. They had a past of hurling insults that cut deep. He remembered her using Savannah as one many times. Should he share this with her? Would she agree with Bertrand's actions? How did she really feel about nobles and commoners together? There was only one way to know the answers to these questions.

He told her everything. He watched her face flush red with anger. Her eyes flashed as she stood up, pacing his small compartment.

"That unmitigated asshole! How dare he do that to her! I knew he was an idiot but I never dreamed he was that cruel. When I get through with him, no decent noble will even want to breathe the same air as him. Just look at what he has done to Maxwell and Amanda. That should have pointed out to us how mean he can be to those who are unfortunate in being close to him. I hope Madeleine marries him. He deserves a lifetime with that witch. They need to be together so their evilness doesn't spread to anyone decent. He--"

She was unable to finish her tirade due to her lips being caught in one impassioned kiss. Drake pulled back and saw that her anger was quickly replaced by desire. He smiled as he kissed her again. She had a heart. A tender heart that he was coming to care for, a lot.

They were interrupted by a knock on his door. Madeleine stood there. "I heard raised voices. Is everything alri-- why Olivia! I would never have expected to see you in Drake's room."

"What do you want Madeleine?" Drake asked.

"I don't want anything. I have everything I need." With a mysterious smile, Madeleine walked off and went into the next train car.

"What did she mean she has all she needs?" Olivia wondered.

Drake shrugged his shoulders. "Who knows? I have a feeling it does not mean anything good."

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