#nothing more happened today about The Incident it's like this hugely loud uncomfortable silence

[tshifty]

.

[katherinewilliams221b]

For A Greater Good Epilogue

Not my gif

Summary: Kate Williams, young healer and member of the Order, joins Durmstrang’s staff at Dumbledore’s request. Her mission? Find a   Death Eater and survive long enough to tell the story. Set in 1996.

Pairing: Charlie Weasley x ofc/mc

Masterlist

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5]

[Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10]

[Part 11] [Part 12] [Part 13] [Part 14]

[Part 15] [Part 16] [Part 17] [Part 18]

Warnings: mentions of sex

-

The game had started as a simple distraction while Charlie slept. Back at their cabin in Romania, almost two weeks after the incident in London and receiving confirmation that Voldemort had returned, Charlie and Kate forced themselves to do something they were both terrible at: spending an afternoon doing nothing.

Charlie had managed for the first time in months to take a short nap. 

Kate couldn’t. 

With her wand she had levitated a pillow and was spinning it in the air when another one identical to this one joined in. Her partner had woken up and without saying anything, they started a fight over their heads.

At some point they turned around in bed, trying to distract each other from their target and now they were side by side, with their feet towards the head of the bed.

Every now and then, Kate would look down at Charlie’s bare legs, but it wasn’t enough to lose the fight. Luckily, he was wearing a T-shirt. Knowing this, and taking advantage of the cotton shorts she was wearing, Charlie let his right leg fall on her own.

He saw out of the corner of his eye how she shook her head and before he could anticipate it, Kate twisted her arm so that she could cover his face with the back of her hand. Neither of them lost sight of their flying pillows.

After a while Kate tried uselessly to escape from Charlie’s leg and get the hand he had kidnapped against his chest back. Meanwhile, he decided to keep playing dirty.

Releasing her arm, and taking advantage of her concentration, he slightly pinched her waist.

Her torso jumped like a spring away from him, lifting her light green tank top, but she couldn’t go very far because of the weight of now Charlie’s two legs.

He smiled to himself. Without warning, he began to pinch every exposed skin he could reach, making Kate squirm like a fish out of water.

She was laughing, against her will, and the pillow began to twirl around the room following the erratic motion of her wand. She began to slap his hands away, but it was useless. Sticking out her tongue a bit to the side, Charlie noticed, she gained control over her pillow again and with a sharp motion of her wand it fell right onto Charlie’s face.

The tickles stopped for a second, and Charlie froze in place. The other pillow fell to the floor with a soft thud and Kate held her breath, waiting for a reaction.

Her mouth filled with air, making her cheeks round, as she tried as best as she could to control the laugh that was trying to escape.

Charlie grabbed the pillow and threw it in her general direction, effectively hitting her in the face, and she couldn’t resist puffing her laugh out. It all happened so fast; he was suddenly above her, benefiting from her distraction, and the tickles began again.

Both knew that Charlie was strong enough to stop Kate from moving, yet he let her throw herself on him and anchor him to the bed.

“Stop now if you don’t want a kick on your chin.” She wanted to sound threatening, but the cheeky grin that was plastered on his face made her snort despite herself.

“You started.” She scrunched her nose and pressed it against his, a mocking expression whose sole purpose was allowing her to touch his face. “I like hearing you laugh.” He murmured.

Charlie pulled away some locks of hair that had cascaded over her eyes and appreciated how the light coming in through the window created an almost angelic halo around her head.

“Ron hasn’t written yet?” she asked.

Charlie exhaled and dropped his head back.

“Can we for once not talk about...anything?”

Kate frowned, she was tired of tiptoeing around the theme of Voldemort, of Harry, of Sirius.

Kate had proposed bringing Harry to Romania for the summer, thinking that he would take his mind off his godfather and not have to return to his horrible Muggle family in the process. Everyone refused, including him.

She moved to get off Charlie, anticipating an argument on the subject, but he grabbed her by the waist with both hands, preventing her from leaving him.

“We agreed on one evening. One afternoon without thinking. If it’s not today, you will owe me one.”

Kate reluctantly nodded, knowing that he was right, and leaned forward to rest on his chest. She plunged her face into his neck and stayed there, trying to stop her mind while Charlie hugged her to him.

Why had Dumbledore waited so long to tell her he had the list? Why did no one want her to bring Harry with her? How was he doing? Was Corentin mad at her because she left without saying goodbye? She sent a letter saying she almost died, but he hadn’t replied…

“I can hear you, you know?” Charlie whispered. He felt the faintest of smiles against his skin and then a soft peck behind his ear. 

Sorry

“I don’t think I’ll get used to this. It’s scary listening voices that are not your own.”

“Welcome to the club.” She hummed when his hands started lazy patterns on her back, and despite beginning to feel sticky from the heat, she pressed herself further against him.

His breathing, his chest going up and down, the hand that moved to massage her hair and the soft kisses on her forehead made her start to drift to that promised sleep she hadn’t been able to get that afternoon.

“Am I crushing you?” She was genuinely worried he might have been uncomfortable, but a long and loud kiss to her cheek reassured her.

“You can crush me anytime.” He grinned against her skin and she reciprocated it with a huff so lazy that couldn’t be considered a laugh.

A few knocks on the window startled them. Seeing the owl, Kate pressed her face back into Charlie’s neck and grunted. The bird was insistent and began a series of angry taps to the glass. With a sigh and little desire, he untangled Kate’s body from him, leaving her face down on the bed.

“Katie.” Charlie closed the window after seeing the owl leave and sat down on the edge of the bed. Slowly, and with her eyes closed, she rolled over a few times until she made contact with his back. She came up behind him and on her knees wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed a kiss on the top on his head.

“News from London?”

“No. From Durmstrang. And it came with this.” He handed her the letter and a small package with the school’s emblem on its seal. “Maybe it’s from your friend.”

She used her nail with most delicacy, trying to keep the beautiful seal intact, and smiled when she saw Corentin’s signature at the end of the paper. When she finished, she left the letter on the bed and unwrapped the package.

“He says he sent me ‘something that always comes in handy’. What could that be?”

“Hm, I don’t know… I hope hair ties” Charlie raised his forehead challenging her, and she flashed an innocent grin.

Kate took out a delicate bottle with a label from a small cloth bag. It looked empty and foggy, but as she moved it, the contents swayed with it.

Bottled ghost breath.

She threw her head back with her laugh, leaving a stunned but appreciative Charlie staring at her.

“An inside joke?” he asked with a small chuckle. She simply nodded and crawled to her bedside table, where she left her wand and mail.

Taking advantage of her back to him, he grabbed her by the hips and pulled until she was sitting between his legs.

“Hey!”

After some giggles, they sat like this, chest to back, swaying to the rhythm of non-existent music. Kate rested her head back and stared at his lips, asking for something more.

He smiled before the kiss, the kisses, and hummed in contentment.

“In spite of everything... Do you miss Durmstrang? Being a teacher?” he inquired after a while.

“It was fun, yes...”

“I’m sure you were brilliant.” Kate scrunched her nose at that and shrugged.

“I always thought you’d be the teacher... and write a thousand books about dragons, and people would line up to get into Professor Weasley’s lecture and you’d have all the girls behind you...”

“Don’t talk nonsense.” He snorted, making her laugh too.

She put her hands on his forearms and caressed her way to his hands. She placed them over his, aligning their fingers, and started swaying their arms.

“And you will open a hospital, which will have your name and a huge picture of your face. And you will discover cures for rare diseases, and everyone will want to work with mediwizard Williams, and the young trainees will drool over you.”

“Wow, now who’s talking rubbish?” Charlie pressed his face against her neck, silencing his laugh.

Kate looked away from her scar, the souvenir she had brought back from the trip to Durmstrang, and her smile broke. Charlie didn’t see it, but he could feel it so he interlocked their fingers and drew their arms to her middle, hugging her closer to him.

“Do you think we’ll have any of that?” She asked.

He rested his head on her shoulder and nodded. “I don’t doubt it. Although...” She turned her head, a frown forming between her brows. “Although I wouldn’t mind if not that way. My only request is that we’re together.”

She inhaled, letting her heart grow and make even more room for the man behind her. After turning around, she kneeled between his legs and placed her hands on either side of his face.

Charlie grabbed the back of her thighs, pulling her a little closer, and stared up at her.

After searching his eyes for a moment, and satisfied with what she found there, she drew his face near and pressed her lips firmly against his. It ended with a chaste sound that the next shorter kisses imitated.

She moved her hands to his hair and gave a light tug that ignited something between them they had lacked for half a year. And the hasty night in Grimmauld Place didn’t count, they considered, for they weren’t really safe and it only served as a reconnection more than a time to feel with abandonment.

Their lips found their way to each other again, this time allowing the start of an exploration. She hummed into his mouth when the pair of hands that balanced her legs moved to squeeze her bum.

Sensing that the advances were evolving into an inevitable outcome, Charlie ended the kiss.

“I’m hungry.”

Kate started placing small kisses along his neck, “Please don’t mean food…” Charlie chuckled then, and patted her butt cheeks for her to move.

Rolling her eyes, she stood up, murmuring complaints about wasting time cooking all the time.

“No need, there’s some pie left and I’ll make some tea, now come on.” Kate yelped when he lifted her and put her legs around him for support.

“Put me down, you’ll hurt your back.” She still wanted to devour the lips that were now smiling, and she stared at them all the way to the kitchen.

“You don’t think I can carry you? You weigh as much as a fairy.”

“Not true.” She giggled when she untangled herself, and with a small jump she sat on the counter.

She looked around at her home. From the counter, she could see the wooden table where they sat to have their meals and share their days; the two small couches that faced each other, where some tears and laughs had been spilled; the chimney, the place where he last saw her before leaving.

It was their nest, their safe place, and she couldn’t believe she was finally back.

Her father’s letters mocked her from the coffee table. He had sent money, true to his word, but it had remained untouched since Charlie received it.

Dumbledore refused to give her another mission, not that she complained, but a dark voice inside her head told her it would be preferable instead of facing unemployment again.

Now she saw that money with different eyes.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do.” She said when he felt Charlie put a hand on her knee.

“You’ll figure it out.”

“I don’t want to use that money.”

“Then don’t. We don’t need it, anyway.” She heard him put a kettle on the stove. “Also, that woman, Rhode, paid you for the time teaching, didn’t she? You could use that for your mediwizard training.”

Kate hummed, agreeing, but not entirely convinced.

“I doubt Nougal would accept me in the hospital now. It’s been too long. And I can’t go back whining after resigning.”

She looked at him when he didn’t answer. He was left staring at the about -to- whistle kettle.

“What?” She demanded. After a moment, he talked again.

“I was just thinking that there’s a vacancy in the reserve…”

“No.” She said firmly, shaking her head.

“Just… listen to me.” She crossed her arms, but he was fast enough to grab her wrists, preventing her from shielding herself. “You could apply and work there. Yes, in a tent, don’t look at me like that. It would be less stressful than the hospital, and sure you are overqualified for it, but…”

He brought her hands to his chest and searched her eyes. “But you will have time to study for the mediwizard training, so when you actually take the tests it’ll be a piece of cake.”

Letting go of her arms, he rounded her waist and got as close as the counter allowed.

“Besides, and this is the important part, I’ll have my own sexy healer.” She smirked then, avoiding his stare and making circles on his arm with her fingers.

“The kettle…”

Charlie shook her head and went to the stove. She thought the conversation was over, but he didn’t intend to give it up.

“Imagine: we wake up, we go there together, I kiss you before parting, and then we meet for lunch. You tell me how many burn-healing paste jars you used that day and after working in the afternoon we meet again to go home together.”

“Sounds very good…” She accepted the plate with some pie that he offered and smiled, “I’ll think about it.”

“And who knows, maybe we can get a mission for the Order together this time. Bed or couch?”

“Bed!” She hopped off the counter and followed him to their bedroom with cups and plates in hand.

They ate in silence, each with their own thoughts and blocking the other from hearing them.  Still not speaking, Kate fed him her last bite of pie left on her plate and left it on the nightstand. She closed her eyes.

“Do you remember the Quidditch World Cup?”

Charlie huffed, accidentally spitting some crumbs “How could I forget…”

“You were injured, and I… cured you. Afterwards… I felt terrible…”

“For saving my life? You flatter me, love.”

Kate snorted and turned to her side. Instead of looking up at him, started caressing the hairs on his arm absentmindedly.

“No. After everything calmed down, it hit me… I could have made a mistake with your wound. I could have mispronounced the spell or make a wrong wand movement…”

He let her think her next words but seeing she was struggling he asked, “That’s why you always refused to work at the reserve? Because you’re afraid to harm me?”

“Well, it’s more complicated than that. I shouldn’t be your healer… It sounds dumb when I say it out loud. “

“That we agree on.”

“I think about it more than you could imagine. I’m always torn between ‘I shouldn’t be his healer in case something goes wrong’ and ‘if someone other than me touches you I’ll start blasting hexes’.”

He began laughing then, at first just a cackle, but after a while he had to cover his eyes with his palm. Kate moved into a sitting position and stared at him.

“You are… the most absurd woman I’ve ever met.”

“Well, thanks. You flatter me, love.” She repeated his earlier words, leaving a particular sparkle in his eyes.

“You were Madam Pomfrey’s youngest apprentice, you were the brightest healer trainee in St Mungo while mourning a loss and escaping from your controlling grandfather, you got a job in the best hospital in Bucharest, you just came from the most demanding school in Europe, having worked as a healer and as a teacher.” He counted with his fingers, his voice steady and warm.

“You are many things, love, but not incapable or incompetent. If there’s anyone I’d trust with my health or my life, that’s you.”

Kate sat speechless, digesting his words. A tear threatened to spill, but she didn’t let it.

“You are a treasure, Charlie Weasley. But I can’t be your healer.” She said as softly as she could, hoping he would understand and respect that decision.

“The offer is there.” He paused, a question behind his eyes, she felt, and Kate waited for him to speak. “But let me ask you something: what do you want to do?”

“I want to become a mediwizard.” She stated. Charlie broke into a giant smile and she reciprocated it.

“Then if you know the goal, I’m sure you’ll find the way.”

Charlie sighed dramatically then, and she smirked, anticipating some kind of remark.

“It’s hard being so wise.”

Kate chuckled. “And you?” She practically whispered.

“What about me?”

“What do you want to do?”

He closed his eyes and pretended to think about it. A silly question, she considered, knowing that he knew what he wanted to do with his life from the moment he learned what a dragon was.

“I would... I would love to be a good dragonologist. A real one.”

“You are already that.”

“No, not yet. But someday.” She pursed her lips and with a sharp nod she added, “I think you always have been.”

“Oh, and it would be fantastic to go to China some day! The sanctuaries there are wonderful...”

“Didn’t you mention a story about some secret papyrus?” The sparkle in his eyes made Kate want to shower his face in kisses.

“The Lost Scrolls of Quong Po! Can you imagine? His discoveries about dragons could change how we see the magic world…”

“An adventure for another time.” They were pensive for a while, enjoying the pleasant silence that had been created around them.

Kate considered fondly from where she sat; his arms rested at his sides, shoulders relaxed, his muscular legs were stretched out before him, crossed at the ankles. The light coming through the window made the copper curls of his thighs stand out. She didn’t resist the temptation and placed her hand there, feeling his muscle towards his knee, and then caressed her way back to the top of his thigh.

Charlie tilted his head and squinted at her imperceptibly, observing how she played with his soft hairs, her mind drifting away from the moment and sinking deep into herself.

“What are you thinking?” he murmured. Kate inhaled, opening her lips to tell him, but the words she wanted to express were so tangled with each other it was impossible to reorganise the sentence. She lifted one shoulder just an inch, tilting her face towards it in an adorable gesture that Charlie had seen plenty of times before. It lasted no more than a moment, and it was usually followed by a deep and heavy thought.

“I could have reacted the same way as Mer Yankelevich did. I know her pain and her desperation. If I had suspected, back then, that there was a chance, a minuscule one, to bring my brother back… how far would I have gone? We’re not so different, aren’t we? Her and I.”

She looked at him then, searching for an answer. Charlie’s brow furrowed and shifted his eyes towards her gentle hand.

“It’s interesting how everyone around us live the same experiences as we do… and yet we choose very different paths.” Leron Angelov invaded her thoughts. Then Jorgensen appeared next to him, followed by Sheyi Mawut and Mer Yankelevich. Astrid Rhode and Cassandra Steiner materialised at the ends of that line up she’d created, and finally Libor Marek. All of them, so different in shape, sizes and set of mind, were bonded to each other by one single thing: grief.

She didn’t know their backstories very well, and they didn’t know hers, but she was certain now that she could look anybody in the eye and say with conviction: I understand.

“Well, that’s what makes everybody different, isn’t it? Our choices.” Charlie’s voice brought her back to Earth. “I don’t think you would have gone crazy. You already were.” The corner of his mouth raised, and she tsked, lightly swatting his leg. She tried to hide the smirk, but he had already caught it.

I saw that.

“We’ll never know.”

“Oh, I know.” Charlie interrupted, “There’s a possibility, right? Those Deathly Hallows, they mentioned. You figure out if they’re real or not, you find them, and you use them. Would you do it?” That made her frown.

“No.”

His forehead raised, point proven, and interlocked his fingers on his lap. “You are different.”

Kate tilted her head, a soft smile playing on her lips as she stared at him, getting perilously lost in his brown eyes.

“To have decided that it was our free afternoon, we’ve been thinking a lot...” Charlie commented. Kate just nodded. “How about switching to other kinds of activities...?”

“Something that doesn’t require... thinking?”

“Exactly.”

“I’d love to, but now that you mentioned that you want to be a real dragonologist, it reminded me that I’ve yet to see your finished work!”

“It’s a draft.”

“Yes, but a 214- pages -draft. Come on… read it to me.”

Charlie shut his eyes closed and shook his head. “When it’s finished.”

“You’re no fun. I bet you get accepted in that new program in the Apuseni mountains you’ve been dreaming of for months. They didn’t even ask for a whole dissertation, and you did it, anyway. Remember my Christmas gift?”

Charlie smiled then, remembering the night they spent at her grandfather’s house celebrating the holidays, and the exact moment she gave him a letter… a letter from the one and only Newt Scamander, saying that Kate had sent him parts of his unfinished project, he had read them, and he had liked them!

It was still unreal.

Charlie moved then, getting on his knees, and crawled over to Kate, getting close enough to make her lay down. She placed her hands on his biceps and caressed the scar there before going up to his neck. “I’ll read it to you… later?”

“Deal.”

With a smirk forming on her face, she reached down to grab the hem of his shirt and pulled upward just an inch.

“I don’t think you will be needing this.”

She didn’t need to say it twice. In one move he threw his T-shirt across the room. “Where were we?”

“Hm... I don’t remember, we should start from the beginning.”

From that day on, things did not improve, however, their conversation remained engraved in their minds. They would not fight in vain, they would fight for each other, for their future and for the greater good they believed in.

This mission was over, maybe not in the way Kate would have preferred, but that night, with Charlie’s arms around her as he read, she decided she should close this chapter and replenish her strength for what was to come.

--

A/N: Do you want to know what happened that Christmas? Or maybe at the Quidditch World Cup?

Tag List:

@eldritchscreech​

@meteora-fc​

@cazreadsstuff

@the-navistar-carol​

@am-i-space​

[johnnys-so]

got7! street racing au: Jaebum (Part 1)

Group: GOT7 World: Street Racing au Parts: Prologue, Jaebum (Part 1) Racers: Jaebum, Yugeyom, Youngjae

A/N: Hello! First off, thank you so much for the love and reaction that this fic has received. I am so motivated to see this through till the end that I’ve been planning like crazy. But much like relationships, I will ruin a fic if I plan it out too much. So, here is the first part of the story. I hope you can learn a little bit about our got7!racers and do let me know what you think/want to see and I’ll incorporate them into the story!!

Three cubes of ice slipped neatly into the glass. The clink of drinks being passed around at the bar was drowned by the slow lilt of a grand piano in the background. At an establishment of this stature, it was only ordinary to see the entitled heirs of Korean conglomerates mingle daintily with each other.

In his usual corner, Lee Hwan sat in the middle of his group of admirers. To call them friends, would associate an amicable nature to the otherwise stone-cold heir. Lee Hwan was known for three things within his circle of acquaintances: smart investments, fast cars and a temper to be vary of. It was rare to see him lose his cool in public; it almost never happened. But if anyone could step on his toes, it would be Im Jaebum.

“I honestly don’t know why you tolerate him. I mean, sure, he’s the best in the scene right now but you’re not so bad either. Right, Hwan?”

Someone should have warned this second son of some company that to compare Lee Hwan with anybody, was the quickest way to death. Hwan’s eyes locked momentarily onto this insignificant boy, his shoulders shifting to stare him down into submission. Before he could say another word, Hwan’s trusted friend and the manager of his racing team was quick to speak up. “Jaebum is the best because he’s in our team. He would be no one without Hwan and he should know his place before he decides to act out again.”

The growing insinuation in the room spoke volumes of the incident at Soyang Lake. In the early hours of the morning, the same group which sat huddled around Lee Hwan, had gathered in the boughs of the forest around Soyang lake. The ‘three black roses’ was an exclusive group of racing enthusiasts who met thrice a year to watch over chosen racers competing against each other in a maddening chase. They were a coming together of three princes from conglomerate families who met not only to organize and watch over the underground street racing scene, but also to shake up each other’s’ future. The Soyang Takeover was a fan-favourite. Winding roads hugged by a mystic lake on one side and death-trap cliffs on the other. For an automobile enthusiast, it provided a prime opportunity to test the skill and courage of his driver.

For Lee Hwan and Jaebum, this was a race to establish that they were still the kings of street racing in Korea.

Unlike previous times, when Jaebum had silently obliged with Hwan’s orders, this time was different. As the crowd watched, Jaebum’s car David swerved dangerously against the railing and pulled ahead of the Goliath. Its screeching tires were in harmony with the echoing cheers of a rampant crowd. The onlookers raised their glasses in blatant excitement, compliments for Jaebum pouring over their lips like honeyed liquor. At a distance, Youngjae and Yugeyom looked at each other in relief. Jaebum’s neat trick was a huge risk, especially on Soyang’s roads. But he had always managed to do the impossible, earning him and his car the rightful nickname ‘David’.

Just then at the bar, someone drew the group’s attention with a clearing of their throat.

“Hwan.” Jaebum’s deep tenor resonated softly in the air. The relationship between these men had grown tense over the last few weeks, in the wake of the race.

“Mn.”

Jaebum knew not to push Hwan when he was surrounded by his lackeys. His gaze carried over to gentle Seunghoon, the manager. At his cue, Seunghoon stood up with a flourish and scooped Jabeum by his shoulders. “Oh come now, you don’t have to be like this. Just apologise to our hyung, and he’ll surely embrace you back into his good graces.”

An uncomfortable silence followed his over the top attempt at flattery. Under his fingers, Jaebum’s shoulders tensed at the mention of an apology. He had done nothing to apologise for. Hwan had demanded a victory and that is exactly what Jaebum delivered. How he managed that delivery, was not his concern.

“I’m here for my pay.”

At the sound of money, as most people do, the entitled bunch of men scoffed. “Shamelessly asking for the money huh, these street urchins really don’t change do they.”

Hwan’s gaze brushed over the passing comment and went straight to Jaebum. Just like he had expected, he watched the man’s fingers fold into a fist. His lips grew thinner and a smudge of tension settled between his brows. Ever since he was a teenager, Jaebum had been easy to anger. But Hwan knew that eliciting anger was a fool’s knife. Anybody could do that.

As Jaebum icily slinked away from Seunghoon’s hold, a flutter of money rained in front of him. Hwan lay satisfied, a slow smirk cooking on the side of his lips. “You’re right. Of course you’re here for the pay, you deserve it Bum-ah.” Hwan lazily stood up from his chair, his hand grazing the curve of Jaebum’s shoulder. He circled his racer like a tiger on a hunt, under no visible hurry to do any damage.

As he leaned in closer, Jaebum heard the final words whispered into his ear, “I’ll just be really sad if something were to happen to your daily wages. You know how we get. We rich and spoiled brats have too many pets to take care of. You have a few people left to pay, don’t you?”

There it was. The obvious slander, packaged in glitter. Hwan didn’t need anybody else to humiliate his underlings for him. He did that job all too well himself. For Jaebum, however, this was more than humiliation. This was a warning, and he had heard it loud and clear.

Hwan’s whiskey lay unattended on the mahogany table as Jaebum crouched by it. He slowly picked up the leftover bills, counting each one under his breath. As the last bill had been folded safely in his hands, he straightened his back and looked pointedly at the ground.

“I’m sorry, Hwan.”

Hwan waved a dismissing hand in the air. Seunghood rushed to translate the peacock’s blatant dismissal of the matter, and escorted Jaebum out of the premises.

——-

“Hyung!”

A slender frame jumped earnestly by the street corner. This early in the afternoon, the street was bustling with activity. Women squatted by the pavement to sell fresh produce, restaurants swinging their doors open to welcome the lunch crowd and shop-keepers peeping into the streets to catch hold of strangers.

Jaebum’s face visibly lightened at the sight of the younger boy. Yugyeom was one of the few people in his neighbourhood who could keep him sane. He reminded Jaebum of simpler times, of racing across the grey tarmac on summer evenings. As he inched closer to the entrance of the grey building, Yugyeom bounded towards him.

“Is it done, hyung? Did you get it? Will we able to settle the amount today?” Yugeyom’s song-bird lilt of a voice crashed into Jaebum like spring wind. He huffed out a laugh at the visible urgency. “Yes. Youngjae will be fine from now on.”

Slipping his hands into his jacket to pat the bundle of money one more time, the boys entered the office of a loan shark.

Although it was a naïve statement, Jaebum hoped that his apology would have smoothed over his indiscretion. Enough to help him protect that truth; to protect Youngjae and Yugyeom from further damage.

[just-another-romantic]

How To Date a Broken God

Chapter One: Unfamiliar Faces and Uncomfortable Situations

Series Summary: A mere mortal teaches an almighty god how to be human

Warnings: nothing besides Loki being slightly depressed and having really bad issues, domestic avengers

Notes: GET READY FOR A SLOW BURN KIDDOS

“what is more unfair than having to choose between being a monster or being a hero? (-when you have to be both.) when you learn that the road to hell is paved with more than just good intentions.” -@dvoyd

Loki was having a really bad day. It barely ten in the morning and within the span of two hours of his waking - he spilt his coffee, managed to piss off Thor and cause a thunderstorm, got caught in the freezing May rain, and was now late to an Avengers meeting. Great, just great, he thought. They barely trust me enough to have me as a member of the team, and I’m already late to the first meeting.

The streets of Manhattan were mostly cleared due to the sudden storm, most people ducking inside whatever building to seek shelter, but the few unlucky pedestrians still on the street steered clear of Loki.  The whole New York incident still didn’t sit well with people, even with it being a good ten years (or five for some) in the past. The god couldn’t blame them, he hated himself for it too.

In the middle of an almost abandoned Manhattan street, Loki held his arms outstretched, trying to remember the way it felt to fly. Hundreds of years ago, when he was just a boy, he’d run across the bank of the lake outside of the palace, “flying.” He yearned for that time all over again - when he was young and innocent, unaware of the ways of the world, when nobody hated him and he didn’t hate himself. He longed for his mother’s touch and soft voice, and the wrestling matches between him and his brother. He missed the adrenaline coursing through his veins in the midst of a battle. He was a god, still is, but oh, did he feel so small. His hands that once helped forge the universe seemed powerless now.

The moment his foot crossed the threshold of the tower,  Loki was bombarded by no other than Agent Maria Hill. “Jesus Christ,” she exclaimed, grabing his wrist in a tight clasp and leading him through the building, “we let you out for one hour. One hour. And you turn up late.”

He swallowed his pride. “I’m sorry. I got caught up.” Loki was earning some interesting looks from the workers, most likely due to his appearance similar to a wet dog.

“Caught up reeking chaos, no doubt,” she seethed, reaching the end of the hall and pressing the elevator button. If the god didn't have a sliver of dignity left, he would have winced.

Instead, he coolly tossed, “You actually think that low of me, Agent?”

They stepped inside of the elevator, immediately beginning to rise to the fifth level where the conference rooms were located. Agent Hill turned to him, with a tight lipped smile. “Yes, actually,” she said. “After you destroyed half of New York, tried to take over our world like a maniac, and killed thousands of innocent people in the process, I believe I’m entitled to hate you, God of Mischief.”

Loki snorted. “There’s a line Miss Hill, and I’m the leader.”

The elevator dinged, cutting through the annoying music that Loki all but failed to realize, and opened its doors. He let Agent Hill lead him to the conference room, tracking water through the hallways behind her. After many twists and turns and passing too many doors to count, the pair arrived at the double French doors. Beyond them, sat the rest of the Avengers.

Once the door had opened, all eyes were on Loki, making him gulp. They were pleasant enough people, but he still hadn’t earned all of their trust. He had been their mission to take down for years, a villain to put in chains and shackles. Even after Ragnorok and the Blip, Loki doubted he’d ever be able to win their trust.

There was a new face at the table of superheroes, however. A woman of exquisite beauty, hair pulled into a simple ponytail, eyes vibrant and shinning, skin fair and clear. She was as gorgeous as any Asgardian woman Loki had ever met, perhaps even more so. Even in a plain blouse and jeans, she surpassed every beauty standard. 

Her (y/e/c) eyes locked with his and Loki felt...odd. He felt his insides turn to warm mush under her stare, electricity sparked in every nerve, and his heart seemed to have doubled in size. Oh no, that can’t be normal.

“You finally found him,” Director Fury said to Hill from his place at the head of the table, somehow managing to look annoyed and pleased all at once - an art. “Took long enough.”

“I apologize, Director,” Loki said, tearing his gaze away from the girl and to his boss. “It wasn’t my intention to get sidetracked and arrive late.”

“I don’t think that’s ever anyone’s intent, yet it still happens.”

Silvertongue remained quiet and Hill directed him to the only available seat, the one next to the woman. His hands felt clammy and for the first time in the past hour, he was almost thankful to be soaked in rain because he’s sure he’d be sweating otherwise. Why was he so nervous?

He lowered himself in the rolling chair next to her, and she looked him up and down through the corner of her eye, face flashing with...disgust? The woman stiffened, crossing her legs and positioning herself furthest away from Loki. His hear ached for the first time in a millennia. No, no, no, no. Stop that - stop that at once.

“You all may be wondering why I called you here today,” announced Hill, taking her place beside the director. “And why there is a new face.”

The woman’s cheeks turned pink under everyone’s gaze and she forced her lips into a tight smile, bashful.

Hill continued. “I would like to introduce to you all Agent (Y/n) (Y/L/n). Our newest addition to the Avengers team.”

There was an uncomfortable beat of silence before the sorcerer from across the table asked, “Pardon me Miss (Y/L/n), but Agent Hill, is a new member really necessary?”

Loki sensed (Y/n) practically sinking into the leather of her rolling chair.

With a deep breath, the Agent explained, “First of all, Doctor, she is ‘Agent’ to you. Second, its been a year since Thanos.” 

There was another pause as all of the avengers allowed the painful reminder to sink in. Loki’s eyes flitted over to the west wall, where the memorial was in place. Three huge portraits of the fallen heroes, framed in gold, with a matching broken avengers symbol above them. Underneath the first portrait of a red-headed woman was a plaque, reading, ‘Natalia Alianovna Romanoff, Black Widow, died for it.’ She was laughing in the picture, emerald eyes bright and dancing.

The picture in the middle was a man with a disheveled dress suit on, tie loose and hanging around his neck, sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he worked on a laboratory table. Despite the grey hair’s sprouting in the thick brown locks, the man looked young and at ease. His smile flashed at the camera, teeth a pearly white. ‘Anthony Edward Stark, Iron Man, who died with it in his grasp,’ read an identical plaque.

The final picture was a handsome blond, looks so divine he could have been sculpted out of marble. His baby blue eyes sparkled with intelligence and a bit of mischief, a smirk to mirror it as well. He sat with a sketch pad in his lap and a charcoal pencil in hand. ‘Steven Grant Rogers, Captain America, died peacefully because of it.’

One larger block underneath read in bold print, ‘ALL DIED FOR JUSTICE.’

“We’ve been lucky to not run into any major issue so far, as it seems the universe itself is trying to get back in order. But what we cannot do is be naïve in thinking that it will last any longer. We need to face facts, we are down in numbers, and Agent (Y/L/n) is the only agent that has proven to me she is worthy of being a member of the team over the years I have worked with her.”

There was a loud crunch, coming from non-other than Scott Lang himself, munching loudly on pringles with his feet on the table. “So what,” he said through a mouthful of food, “does she have any powers?”

“What training does she have?” said one.

“In what ways is she qualified?” came another.

Finally, the new agent spoke. “I cannot turn large or small, nor can I fly or have a metal arm, but I have enhanced senses. Acute hearing and more than perfect vision, along with strength and agility. As for my qualifications, I’ve been trained as a skilled marksman and I’ve worked for S.H.E.I.L.D. for many years. I can take down a moving target from 250 yards away and I’ve been stationed on every continent for over six months.”

“Not to mention, in the past five years I gave her a medal,” cut in Fury, “And I wouldn’t give that to any wimp.”

“Most importantly, she has the character,” finalized Hill, leaving no room for discussion. With a sad smile and blank eyes, she gestured to the portraits on the wall. “I miss them too, guys, but we need to fill in the gaps. Thor and the Guardians are off world, Carol is doing who knows what, Clint will put an arrow through me if I drag him out of retirement again, and T’Challa has duties to his country. (Y/n) is not replacing our beloved friends, but we need more numbers for when something does happen.”

“So I’m assuming the Sokovia Accords are just gonna be disregarded now?” asked a witch.

“There really is no need for them anymore after the Snap. Today and over the weekend, Agent (Y/L/n) will be moving in and getting situated, but she begins training with you all Monday. Please for the love of God don’t scare her away.” Hill locked eyes with a certain god. “I’m talking to you Loki.”

He chuckled, crossing his arms, and in a fake promising voice said, “I would never! But a little prank never hurt anyone.”

“What about the time you stabbed your brother?”

“First, I was eight. Second, my brother and I are gods, madam. He’s survived much worse. I would never fatally impale a measly mortal.”

Agent (Y/L/n) huffed a laugh, rolling her eyes. “Two can play at that game, Silvertongue.”

He glanced at her, unnerved by her confidence. “Are you willingly throwing yourself into a prank war with the god of chaos and mischief, petal?”

In the blink of an eye, a dagger that seemingly appeared at of nowhere was poised at his throat. Loki could see her smile behind the hilt. Her voice was sickly sweet, “No. I’m just willing to prove I am no delicate mortal, Lord of Chaos.”

“God.”

“Same thing.”

Loki bit his tongue, raising his hands slowly in mercy. As quickly as it came out, (Y/n) sheathed her weapon in her boot, looking all too pleased with herself.

Hill clapped her hands together to draw back the attention, plastering on a smile. “Proof enough?”

-----------

(Y/n)’s day had been going well. First thing in the morning, she got called into her boss’ office and got a promotion to work alongside the literal Avengers, was introduced to the team shortly thereafter, proving her skills to the ones that doubted her by holding a dagger to a god’s next, and clicked immediately with some lovely people.

Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch. Compassionate, sassy, and didn’t take any bullshit from anyone. Her room was adjacent to hers and she offered to help unpack. Then there was the sweet Peter Parker, the Spiderling (Spider-Man). Innocent, lovable, and too intelligent for his own good. It only made sense to befriend him as he followed Wanda around like a puppy.

So the trio sat splayed out in (Y/n)’s room, out of energy from hours of unpacking, but laughing non-stop, nevertheless.

(Y/n) was wheezing. It was the type of laughter that made your stomach hurt from laughing so hard; she hadn’t felt it in awhile. “Oh God,” she gasped, “then what did he do?”

Wanda sat perched on the newly made bed, wiping a tear off of her check with a polished finger. “Nothing! You wouldn’t believe it, he just stood there with a horrified look on his face. I thought he was about to shit his pants!”

(Y/n) smiled. “Your brother, Pietro...it sounds like he was a good man.”

The redhead twisted one of her rings around her finger, looking suddenly downcast. “He was. Really was.”

“Jesus Christ, does everyone here have terrible family issues?” piped Peter from the windowsill, laughing in hopes to lighten the mood. 

“It might as well be a requirement to be a hero,” Wanda said with a sad smile, before abruptly turning to (Y/n). “What about you, new girl? What’s your tragic hero story?”

The new girl looked down at her bare feet, a bashful smile on her lips, but before she could open her mouth to say anything, F.R.I.D.A.Y. made the announcement that dinner was ready. Saved by the bell.

“To be continued,” declared Peter, hoping up from his seat and taking off towards the dinning room. “Hope you like pepperoni pizza, (Y/n)!”

She did, in fact.

The scene was incredibly domestic, nothing she would've imagined as a normal night for the almighty Avengers. Stacks of pizza boxes and liters of soda lined on the bar counter - plastic utensils, cardboard plates, and Styrofoam cups close by. Those who lived permanently in the tower sat on the variety of sofas and cushioned seats, chowing down on classic American food. Unfortunately for (Y/n), permanent residents also included Loki.

She grabbed two pieces or pepperoni, a cup of cola, and a napkin, and took a seat next to Wanda on a love seat, Peter chilling on the floor at their feet with a stack of five slices in his lap. Superhuman metabolism?

After a few minutes of silence (minus the munching of food) Sam piped up, “So Agent (Y/n), where are you from?”

She smiled, wiping the grease from the corner of her mouth with her napkin. “(Y/n), please. I’ve been all over the world, but I’m originally from Brooklyn.”

“I like her already!” exclaimed Bucky through a mouthful of cheese and sausage.

She giggled, giddy like a child. Is this what home felt like? She hadn’t had a home in years.

“So how’d you get hired at S.H.E.I.L.D.?” asked a very green Banner, his plate of food actually an entire pizza box. “That’s no small feat.”

“My parents were actually Agents as well. I kinda grew up around here.”

Below her, Peter choked on his Sprite. “That’s so sick? Were they spies? Assassins? Snipers? Oh I bet they’re were snipers!”

(Y/n) ruffled the boy’s honey curls. “They were spies. My dad just had good aim, he taught me everything I know about guns and shooting.”

Peter chuckled immaturely, “Hehe...good aim...uh - Ow!”

Wanda had backhanded him upside the head.

There was a snicker from the far side of the room, where Loki stood emerged in the shadows. His pink lips were curled upward in a genuine smile, yet (Y/n)’s heart felt as if it had taken a bullet.

“What do your parents do now? Are they retired or do they still work?” Wanda asked from her side, but the new agent barely heard it.

Her face turned to stone, eyes now icy and cold as she stared at the God of Mischief. Of chaos. Might as well add murder to the list as well.

“They’re dead,” she stated, her voice spitting with venom. The room fell into an awkward silence, and Loki’s eyes met her own.

“In New York...the attack...the building collapsed on them.” Her nose scrunched in disgust. “All thanks to none other than the God of Chaos.”

---------

How to Date a Broken God - Taglist

@cosmic-souls-and-stardust​ @rinthehufflepuff​ @electroma89​ @madshelily​ @ultracolorfulnerdcollection​ @daddylouislittle @fanartdom​

[xxbyimm]

The beauty and the beast part III - Kíli x reader

The last part of @soradragon‘s request. I hope you like it, dear. If anyone has missed the first parts, here you go: Part I or Part II. I do hope you enjoy.  xoxo

The beauty and the Beast - Part III

Summary: The reader is a skilled fighter, using dual swords. She carries a small lizard with her, called Hedera. When she joins the company, Kíli immediately takes a liking to her.

Tags: @theincaprincess @fizzyxcustard, @deepestfirefun, @legolaslovely, @yes-captainstark, @burningcoffeetimetravel, @peneigh-dzredfohl @soradragon Let me know if you want to be added to or removed from my taglist!

Warnings: Some angst (????). 

The silence was unbearable.

Every single member of the company was quiet. You were huddled together in a chasm somewhere in the Misty Mountains, waiting for the halfling’s return. Since the departure from Rivendell, the group had narrowly escaped an untimely death twice.

But even after the clever save by the eagles, the orc pack that had threatened your lives somehow managed to catch up with you again. It was unclear if the wargs had picked up your scent already, but the distant howls had made even the most hardened warriors like Thorin and Dwalin uncomfortable. The king-in-exile had consequently decided to make a short stop and let one of his burglars scout the surroundings to see what the company was up against. It surely was a risk and no one liked the plan, but at the same time it was understood as essential. It was not easy to outrun a pack of wargs in the wild, so any advantage that could be gained should be gained while it was still possible.

Hedera was curled up in your hoodie. Although he always claimed to fear no one, his little tail was trembling against your throat. You reached for him and stroked your lizard with long, reassuring movements while observing your comrades. Everyone was on edge. Thorin and Dwalin were standing on your left, the latter one leaning on his axe while the king had his hands on his sword. Ori was balancing on his feet nervously and even Bofur’s usual jovial smile was turned into a concerned frown. Both princes were leaning against the wall of the crevasse. Their attitude seemed quite relaxed, but the way Fíli’s jaw was clenched and Kíli kept staring at the ground, told you they too were tensed.

You felt out of place. Normally you would have done something to lighten the mood, to make someone laugh and break this uncomfortable tension, but this was nor the time or place for laughter. Ugh. The events of today had exhausted you already, the memory of Rivendell already fading away… It didn’t seem you would got to rest anytime soon.

Worst of all, Kíli still wasn’t talking to you. Since what you now referred to as the ‘braiding river incident’ happened, the prince had flatly refused to interact with you unless is was absolutely necessary. Mahal knew you tried to make it up to him, but nothing you did or said had made a difference. As soon as you or Hedera was in sight, the prince stopped talking altogether and stormed off.

It was maddening, awkward and sad at the same time. You craved to be in Kíli’s presence once more, to sit beside him at night and sharing jokes or making up pranks for the next oblivious victim. Or just stare at him as he told you the most wild anecdotes of his kin. Mahal, his eyes would sparkle mischievously and a naughty smirk would be on his face. The guy was a stunner, especially when he wasn’t aware of it.

But as any contact with the prince seemed impossible, you had stopped trying and kept more to yourself in an attempt to forget about the whole matter anyway.

The thing was, the others didn’t. Just like before, they couldn’t stop making subtle (or not so subtle) remarks about you and the prince, wondering what had happened that could turn Kíli this sour. Even Hedera had asked you numerous times why Kíli wasn’t speaking to both of you anymore, but so far you had refused to give him an answer. You knew they all meant well, but the constant attention made it only more painful.

You didn’t want the pain. Even without it, everything was so confusing. So far, you had concluded that braiding hair was sacred to dwarves, but as you had too little information about the subject, you kept going in circles. However, you did have this inkling that Kíli somehow had wanted to show his affections for you by offering you to braid your hair. The mere memory of your rude dismissal still made you cringe, although you had apologized for it numerous times. But the real question was if these affections were meant in a friendly manner or something more. He had kissed you, after all. But what would a dwarf prince would want to do with you, a lone ranger? Surely the kiss must have been a big mistake, a moment of bewilderment. Could he have lost a bet? Or was this all part of a bigger, cruel joke? You kept pondering about those possibilities, longing more and more to be alone again, wishing you hadn’t agreed to come along this journey anyway.

You heaved a sigh and glanced over at the youngest prince once again. His gaze was still fixated on the ground. You knew that if he looked up he would see you puppy eyeing him like a crazy person, but you couldn’t help yourself. You longed for him so much it physically hurt. Mahal knew you’d sell your soul just to feel that stubble against your cheeks again as his lips were on yours… You bit your lip at the thought then and shuffled on your feet. Fíli caught your gaze and sent you an encouraging smile, which you shyly returned.

Suddenly you heard something rushing nearby the place you stood. Ah, finally. Bilbo had returned. You turned to hear the news, glad that you could focus your attention on something else.

‘How close is the pack?’ Thorin asked gruffly. ‘Too close.’ Bilbo replied, still slightly panting from his recent sprint. ‘Couple of leagues, no more. But that’s not the worst of it.’ ‘The wargs picked up our scent.’ Dwalin grunted. ‘No, not yet, but they will.’ The halfling said. ‘We have another problem.’ ’They saw you?’ Gandalf filled in. ‘No, that’s not it.’ ‘Ah, what did I tell you!’ the wizard said happily. ‘Quiet as a mouse…’

You watched as the others hummed in agreement and Gandalf went on explaining why Bilbo had been a good addition to the company after all. The hobbit in question frantically tried to get the others to listen. You rolled your eyes, before letting out a harsh hiss. ‘Will you just LISTEN to him?!’

Utter silence ruled once again. Everyone, including Kíli, was staring at you. Bilbo shot you an appreciative glance. ‘It’s not wise to linger here.’ You muttered, your cheeks already burning. ‘Stop squabbling and let him speak.’ ‘I’m trying to tell you, there is something else out there!’ Bilbo fretted. ‘What form did it take, like a bear?’ Gandalf asked. ‘Yes, yes!’ the hobbit agreed, while frowning. ‘But bigger. Much… bigger.’

Commotion started to rise around you again, but this time you were unaware of it. The hairs on your arm prickled and your heart hammered in your chest.

Mahal save your soul. The skin changer... How could you have forgotten? You had been so busy with surviving that you hadn’t noticed you and your comrades venturing into the beasts’ lands… Accidently you had been here once before, a long time ago, when Hedera was just a little baby. Granted, your encounter with the skin changer had been brief and at a very safe distance, but since you didn’t know if your survival was the consequence of sheer luck or pity from the beasts’ part, you refused to set a foot in its’ territory again. That is, until you stopped paying attention where you were going.

A terrifying roar vibrated through the air and you whimpered. Okay, today the beast sounded a lot less friendly than it had been before. You looked at Gandalf and saw your own panic mirrored in his face.

Run.

                                      ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦

You weren’t sure if the best tactic to outrun a terrifying big bear was to seek shelter in its’ own home, but since Gandalf seemed to think it was a bright idea you went with it anyway. The whole company had been sprinting through fields and forests, but at last a house came into view.

‘THE HOUSE!’ Gandalf, who was in the front, shouted. ‘RUN!’ Another roar came from the forest which was a little behind you now, motivating everyone to accelerate the pace. You were almost there, but the beast sounded close.

Too close.

You one of the last to pass the gates, running towards the safe enclosure of the house. Everyone was banging at the door, demanding to be let in. Just when you wanted to point out that the door wasn’t going anywhere unless the lever was lifted from its’ place, you heard a loud, frustrated grunt behind you. You turned around on your heels as fast as you could and let out a shriek when you discovered what happened.

‘KÍLI!!’ ‘Y/N!’ he screamed back. He was laying in the grass, frantically pulling at the long grass that had caught his boot. In the distance, you could see a huge black bear entering the field. You inhaled sharply and broke into a run. ‘NO!’ Kíli growled as soon as he understood what you were going to do. ‘GO BACK!’

Adrenaline surged through your veins, your jaw set. There was no way in hell you were going to leave him out there to save your own skin. You hurried towards the prince while simultaneously grabbing a knife from your pocket.

‘Where’s your knife?’ you hissed as you jumped on your knees to free him. ‘I don’t know!’ he panicked. ‘I couldn’t find it and-’ ‘LEAVE THE DAMN BOOT!’ You yelled when the grass didn’t give in. The ground was shaking as the huge paws of the beast thumped into it, coming closer. Sweat was gushing from your back, the terrifying roars ringing in your ears.

‘I TRIED!’ Kíli screamed. ‘It won’t come off!’ ‘MAHAL!’ you cursed while hacking away the unrelenting grass. You didn’t care about the pretty leather, nor the fact that you probably would hurt the prince if you continued. ‘If you survive this, remind me I’LL KILL YOU!’

Just when the grass snapped, something huge and black appeared in the corner of your eye. Instinctively you reached for your swords, but before you could push your weapons into soft fur, Kíli pushed you out of the way.

You rolled sideways into the field. Disoriented, you scrambled yourself together as fast as you could. The bear was hoovering over your beloved prince. Its’ front paws were raised into the air, ready to slash open anything in his way. ‘NO!’ you screamed.

It all happened so fast. An enormous green dragon knocked the beast out of the way. The bear rolled over the grass, as you had just mere minutes ago, and came to a halt a few meters from you and the prince. He got back on his feet and opened his jaw to release a fierce growl, but the dragon was faster. It stood on his hind legs, showing his enemy himself in all his might, and shielding you and Kíli from any danger. He opened his massive mouth and roared. The sound pulsated through the air. The skin changer yelped softly and admitted defeat by charging into the woods again.

Your whole body was trembling. A large part of you didn’t want to draw attention to yourself because this new foe might be even more dangerous, but you had to know. ‘Hedera?’ you squeaked.

The dragon turned, hissing dangerously low. It had deep green eyes, like Hedera’s. When it caught your gaze, the expression in its’ eyes changed. ‘Hedera.’ You whispered. The dragon purred.

‘Hey beauty, you didn’t tell me Hedera actually is a terrifying big beast.’ Kíli was standing next to you. He was shaking and his voice sounded unsteady, but a smile adorned his face nevertheless. ‘I didn’t…’ you murmured, still out of breath. ‘I didn’t know.’ ‘We almost died.’ Kíli murmured, pulling you into an embrace and his thumb tracing the smooth curve of your jawline. ‘Y/N...’

‘WHAT WAS THAT!’ Hedera cried out. The prince and you looked up. The big beast had gone and the lizard in its’ usual form was running through the grass towards you. He had an ugly scratch on his back, but other than that he seemed alright.

‘OH THANK THE LORD! YOU ARE ALRIGHT!’ you gulped. ‘What is happening to me?!’ the lizard exclaimed as he jumped in your arms. ‘One moment I’m just me, minding my own business and the next I AM SWELLING LIKE A BLOWFISH AND SPITTING FIRE!’ ‘You’re alright.’ You hushed your buddy. ‘You’re not a blowfish, because they don’t breathe fire. They’re fish, remember?’ ‘Oh, yeah.’ Hedera wheezed. ‘That’s a relief.’ ‘Now you see what happens when you’re angry all the time and hold it in.’ You told him while kissing his face. ‘You, my dear friend… you’ll burst.’ ‘I wasn’t angry!’ Hedera countered. ‘I just… I wanted to protect you. And Kíli.’ ‘Well, Hedera, thank you.’ Kíli panted while plumping down in the grass. ‘If it wasn’t for you, I would have died.’ ‘Where did it go?’ you growled as you scanned your surroundings. ‘It took off where it had come from.’ Hedera replied with a squeak. ‘I think we’re safe. For now.’

You relaxed and held your green water dragon against your chest. Then you dropped down on the grass next to the prince. The three of you stared up at the sky, watching the clouds passing by like nothing happened. You didn’t know what to say. The shock was still too fresh.

‘Y/N?’ Kíli breathed after a while, turning to face you. ‘Yeah.’ You muttered, consciously avoiding eye contact. ‘Y/N.’ he repeated. ‘Look at me.’ Cautiously you shifted your gaze to look into those gorgeous dark eyes. ‘Y/N’ he murmured. ‘I love you.’ ‘What??!’ ‘I’m sorry, but it’s the truth.’ The prince confessed. ‘I know you don’t want anything to do with me, but I’m afraid I’ll lose my mind if I have to keep it in any longer. I can’t…’ ‘Why would you think I want nothing to do with you?’ you whispered. ‘I never said…’ ‘You wouldn’t allow me to braid your hair.’ He explained bitterly. ‘So I thought…’ ‘That I didn’t like you?!’ you filled in. ‘But that’s…’ ‘I was so sure.’ Kíli went on without listening. ‘Because you let me kiss you and I-’ ‘What did I miss?’ Hedera burst. ‘What’s this all about? Y/N?’ ‘Shhh.’ You hushed your friend. ‘Later.’

Hedera cursed something and retreated into your hoodie. You rolled your eyes, making a mental note that you should apologize later. He did save your lives after all.

‘I’m… I wasn’t aware what it meant.’ You said. ‘You really didn’t know?’ Kíli inquired softly. ‘How was I supposed to?’ you shrugged. ‘I’m wandering through the world, Kíli. I’m not a fool but I daresay I know nothing about dwarven culture.’ ‘That explains quite a bit.’ He said quietly, sending you a small smile. Your cheeks were burning. ‘Care to explain what it does mean?’ ‘Of course.’ He grinned while pulling you closer. ‘It means I want to court you.’ ‘Court me?!’ ‘Are you going to play that dumb, Y/N?’ he jested, but then he yelped in pain because you smacked his arm. ‘Ouch!’ ‘You may braid my hair.’ You told him softly. ‘And you may court me.’ ‘Does that mean you return my feelings?’ He murmured while minimizing the distance between the two of you. ‘It appears so.’ You breathed against his lips.

The kiss started soft, innocent even, but the desire that was unleashed by it spread like wildfire. The prince pulled you on top, hands wandering over your curves. Lips were taking in each other hungrily, hips grinding against one another. Soon the both of you were a panting mess and you would have taken it a lot further, if it wasn’t for Fíli.

‘KÍLI! Y/N!’

Startled, you broke the kiss and looked up. Kíli huffed and cocked a brow. ‘Ah, they found out we were missing. I wondered how long it would take.’ ‘That was a close call.’ Hedera complained as he crawled from your hoodie. ‘I save your asses, but now my mine needs it.’ ‘I thought you were the one who worked so hard to get us together.’ You said. Hedera heaved a sigh. ‘Yes, but being in the middle of this disgusting display of feelings wasn’t what I bargained for, thank you.’ And with that, he jumped into the grass, slowly making his way to the house. ‘Ever the charmer.’ Kíli remarked as you watched the lizard go towards the eldest prince of Durin who hurrying through the field. ‘Oh yeah.’ You grinned. ‘Do you think he’ll ever call me dad?’ Kíli inquired. You snorted. ‘Who? Your brother?’ ‘No, Hedera!’ ‘Ha, not a chance…’ you giggled. ‘He might even puff up like that again if you try.’ ‘Hmmm.’ Kíli mused. ‘It makes sense anyway. There was way too much cuteness between the two of you…’ ‘What?’ you said. ‘Never mind.’ The prince smiled and he kissed you again.

[johnfruanthonykiedisfanfics]

Breaking the Girl- One Shot Part 3

“Really?” I asked marveled. 

“Why so surprised?” John said smiling

“Uhh, well this now will sound weird, but I never thought of myself to be the kind of girl you would be attracted to!”

John chuckled, while he went through my hair.

“ Are you serious? Please don't ever think like that about yourself uh ever again!” he said, gently kissing my nose.

“You are uh a nymphet to me!” he continued looking at me, like he tried to memorize every detail on my face.

I thought to myself, he really changed, literally another person now. So kind and gentle. I mean, he was just laying there next to me, just watching. Me and Anthony in this situation, would have fucked right away. But John preferred purely to be with me now. We continued just laying next to each other, talking about all kind of stuff, when I got all sleepy. My eyes got heavy, nearly closed. I sensed how he gave me a kiss on my cheek, whispering

“Sleep tight, my little nymphet!” as he slowly got out of bed, closing the door silently, to not wake me up.

John’s P.O.V

As I got out I couldn't stop smiling, on my way upstairs, I met Anthony, standing in his door frame, with his arms crossed, watching me suspicious.

“Hey John, what did you do in there mh?”he asked me.

I rolled my eyes.

“Uh nothing, we were just talking!” I said, trying to convince him.

“Yeaaah right!” he said, raising his eyebrow.

I was too fulfilled with joy now, to deal with Anthony and his jealousy. So I just wished him a good night and went upstairs. He probably was boiling inside now, but that didn't bother me. All I did was throwing myself on the mattress, thinking about her, my beautiful nymphet. Her whole presence made my body light up, I felt my loins catching fire and I started touching myself, while thinking about her. My hand sliding into my pants, thinking of her beautiful lips touching mine, while my dick got even harder, I masturbated and came within minutes. This felt perfect, cause now I would sleep like a baby, right away.

I woke up, still in my clothes from yesterday, thats how tired I probably was last night. My first thought was, what a wonderful night I had with John, I smiled all by myself, lying in my bed. But I needed a shower, so I got up. The mansion was all quiet, everyones still sleeping I guess. I slurped my way to the bathroom, still very sleepy. Under the shower, I enjoyed the warm water, running all over my face. When someone bursted in, it was Anthony. 

“For fucks sake, Anthony. Don't you see I´m in here!” I yelled, covering my naked body with the curtain.

“What is going on between you and John, huh?” he said annoyed.

Oh here we go again, I thought to myself,fed up with Anthony.

“Anthony get out of here now, I will not discuss this with you, while being naked ok?” I said clearly annoyed.

“Why? its not that I haven't seen you naked before?” he continued 

“Fuck off, will you?” I yelled now really loud, throwing a shampoo bottle after him. He ducked and then slammed the door. What in heavens name is wrong with this man, thinking to myself. I managed to finish showering, my hair in a towel and wearing my oversized Led Zeppelin Shirt and some shorts, I went downstairs. There he was sitting, smoking a cigarette while eating his cereal. Never seen one do this, except for John. He instantly looked at me, when I entered the kitchen. His face all glowed up, smiling at me like always.

“Good Morning, sleeping beauty!” John said then asking me

“What was that yelling again about?” he sounded worried.

I let out a deep breath, while sitting at the table, with my coffee.

“Please, lets ignore it!” i just said. He understood what it was about. 

We sat there in silence for a while, just looking at each other when John said

“ Uh about last night...it was really uh...” he couldn't finish his sentence, cause now Anthony entered the kitchen. I just hoped he wouldn't start a fight now, in front of John. He sat down, with his note book, lighting a cigarette up. I tried my best to ignore him, after the bathroom incident I wasn’t in the mood for. The uncomfortable silence was too much for me, by now, so I finished my coffee and went upstairs again. John saw me walking off, but didn't follow me, he didn't want it to be too obvious for Anthony. In my room, i sat on the floor with my bass and starting playing some notes. That always calmed me down and I could isolate myself from the world.

John´s P.O.V

I really felt the need to ran after her, catch and kiss her like crazy. But I didn't want to give Anthony more evidence of me and her. So I stayed with him in the kitchen, while he showed me some of his new lyrics, asking for my opinion. There was a lot of sexual loaded stuff, but also some really deep personal lyrics. He told me, of being afraid releasing the deeper stuff and I encouraged him.

“You know uh lets meet later in your room, you sing it to me and I try to find uh a melody!” I offered him. He really felt relieved , I could see it in his eyes now.

“Thanks Greenie!” he said, giving me high five.

I felt the need to be with her right now, I thought to myself, so I got up pretending I will be in my room.

“See you later Anthony!” I said, as I let him back at the kitchen.

 I rushed upstairs, straight to her room, before going in, I heard her playing bass. It sounded so dedicated and beautiful,i had to take a glimpse. There she was sitting on the floor, her hair still wet from showering in her oversized shirt with her legs crossed. She didn't hear me coming in, thats how deep she was into her music. I slowly walked up to her, then kneeling down. When grabbing for her hand. she winced.

“Jesus, John you scared the shit out of me!” she said, gasping for air.

I then started kissing her really passionate, she let her bass down, while I pushed her on her back. Our kisses got much faster and more intimate. My hands went under her shirt, stroking her breasts, gently squeezing them. Then I stopped for a sec.

“Am i, uh are we moving too fast?” I asked her worried.

She smiled so full of warmth at me

“No John, please continue!”

I continued kissing her neck now, while moving my hand up and down her body. Pulling her shirt up, by showing off her tummy, I gently kissed it. Kissing up to her breasts,i got her so turned on, she now pushed me on my back. Sitting on my lap, giving me that incredible smile, before she took off her shirt. I couldn't take my eyes off her topless torso.

“God you are a perfect creature!” I mumbled while she leaned down to me, about to kiss me again. But we heard knocking. I sighed

“Its me Anthony! We need to talk, can I come in?”

“Fuck!” I whispered

She immediately got off me, putting her shirt back on. I was searching for somewhere to hide. I saw her going to the door, looking nervous. She gave me a sign to not worry. Then opening the door, immediately stepping out.

“ Lets talk in your room okay?” she said.

My heart dropped into my pants, that was very risky of her, he could have rushed in. I heard them in Anthonys room talking, as curious i was, I needed to go back to my room. Otherwise I would look very suspicious to Anthony. Again I let myself fall on the mattress, while lighting a cigarette up. She really dazzled me with her presence, what a beautiful creature of life, it thought while smoking. I looked down on me, there was the huge boner again, the experience earlier definitely cause it.

I really didn't feel comfortable talking to Anthony. There we were sitting on his bed, he clearly wanted to discuss the situation.

“Listen, I want to apologize for today in the bathroom. I shouldn't have rushed in when you were mhm naked, I´m sorry ok?”

I waited for more to come, but that was it. I accepted his apologize but it made me mad, that he lured me out of my room, just to tell me that. 

“Its okay Anthony!” I just said, not wanting to dig deeper. I know Anthony wasn't that kind of guy, who spoke to much about feelings. For one minute I felt he acted mature but then he tried to kiss me again. I got furious and stood up.

“Anthony stop doing this, seriously?” I yelled. About to leave his room again, he grabbed me by my arm and pushed me against the wall, with his whole body weight. 

“Why do you have to fight so much back? Its only sex I want, not marriage. You liked it back then didn't you?” he said, smiling very sneaky at me.

“You don't understand, do you?” I said, trying to unclasp myself from him.

He let me off, still with that stupid smirk on his face.

“Fine! he said. Whenever you want I´m here!” Winking at me. I felt like puking, really thought we could be friends when I got here, but he is obviously horny as fuck and I don't like the macho side of him. I instantly went up to Johns room, couldn't take it anymore. Music was playing really loudly, so he didn't hear my knocking. I went in, just to found him masturbating. He was terrified and ashamed at the same time.

“Oh Christ, I´m so sorry John!” I said, covering my eyes, closing the door again. I heard him stumbling through the room. He then quickly opened the door, out of breath.

“Wait don't go!” he said, nervously. This made me chuckle to be honest.

“I´m so sorry, this will never happen again!” I said

He pulled me in again, shutting the door behind him.

“I uh should be sorry for that, its just uh there was this tension between us earlier and i..you know got a boner. I had to you know masturbate then”

I pulled him closer, kissing him, with both my hands holding his face.

“ You don't need to be sorry for anything, John!” I whispered. He now wrapped his arms around my waist, while our lips stayed intertwined. We moved towards his mattress, where we bumped on each other. He now was laying on top of me, pulling my shirt off while we didn't stop kissing. 

“Oh here we go again!” he whispered, sliding his hands up and down my body.

I was electrified, especially when he kissed my neck. Then pulling down my shorts, leaving me only in my panties. 

“You uh are ready for this?” he asked me, smiling so warm at me.

“Yes John !” I slightly moaned.

What he did now, blew me away. That man knew how to work with his fingers. He was really carefully and gentle, almost too slow, considering that he got me so turned on. I then said to him, he didn't need to be that carefully with me,i was not a virgin anymore. He then chuckled saying

“But you are my nymphet!”

What a sweetheart he is I thought to myself.

“John, i am ready for you!” I whispered.

“Yeah I can see that, you are like flowing river down there!” he said smiling, while gently spreading my legs. He now got out of his shorts, exposing his huge boner. Supporting himself over me, I could feel him entering me. For one second I gasped for air, cause it was overwhelming. I could see, he was holding back, cause he moved in out really slow.

“John?” I asked 

“Yes?” he moaned

“You can be faster, don't hold yourself back.”

“But uh then I would cum before you!” he said, clearly struggling.

I held him by his cheeks telling him we can both cum, he can do faster. He nodded and as I said that, he thrusted faster and harder. Thats what I needed, it felt amazing, he moaned with pleasure, watching him in ecstasy made myself cum even quicker. 

“Fuck,  ohhhh” he groaned, bending his head back, all sweaty. 

“ Mhhh John, yes!” I moaned loud with pleasure, digging my fingers into his back.

We both then orgasmed equally. John collapsed on me, burying his head into my neck.

“You are truly a nymphet of heaven, my nymphet!” he whispered, totally out of breath.

“ This was amazing John!” i said, wrapping my arms around his back. Then it came to my mind, if we were too loud.

“Fuck, do you think Anthony heard us?” i asked nervous.

He rolled over, grabbing for some cigarettes. Then laying on his back, lighting one up.

“Uh no I don't think so. The music up here was playing so uh yeah.” he said, handing me his cigarette. I took a deep puff, this calmed me down.Also watching him laying naked next to me,i was amazed by his beautiful toned body.

[intheemyart]

Harald Dean Johsnton

Harald.

Harald.

Harald.

The name she’s into these days. Where did he go? Why did he do that? Will he be back or not? There are so many questions running across his head regarding this one man who confessed to her in the past.

The man who once said ‘I love you’ to her, who promised to help her during the hard times, who promised to keep her safe and okay from any danger or sadness. Where is he?

Not even Alverstoke knew where he is.

He vanished into the thin air after the day when he visited her in the hospital, just awake from the coma— with the twins just born into the world.

Frederica asked George. But still, even George had no idea on where he was. Everyone was looking for him but Harald seems like a ghost, who left without any trace to be tracked down or found. It was like disappearing into another realm that the normal eyes couldn’t see.

“Harald, where are you exactly?” she mumbled.

She couldn’t ask Alverstoke if he knew where Harald is. That man, particularly, always showed aversion towards the presence of Harald ever since that day when he knew that Harald was one of the men who had eyes on her. Frederica won’t risk herself into becoming a victim again by the monstrous Alverstoke that her mind has already written down ever since that day. The qualms in her heart, starting to crippled her bravery each day.

No, don’t get it wrong. Frederica will always love Alverstoke. She won’t break her sacred vows of marriage. Currently, she’s worried about that man named Harald. It’s been a while since she saw him and he never replied her text. Not even once after that day.

The man who was once pretty adamant with his decision and words— did something happens to him? Behind her? With her not knowing anything?

He left her a good impression— even with the marriage proposal he ever made to her. Frederica has always been comfortable being around Harald as friends. He gave all of his support for her and everything that she wanted to try. They did, once, lost each other’s contact but then, they reunited. Just like bestfriends, they stayed together.

Slowly, George came. The same thing happened; he confessed. Things were a little bit complicated there.

His hand that always wrapped her body in a warm hug after a long and hard day, his smile and laugh, his beautiful hazel brown eyes that gazed into her soul deep; sometimes she hold her breath. Harald was more like a brother to her, who protected her in silence. The opposite to George who tried his best to show it in front of her. Harald was that man who loves her dearly as who she is.

Harald, the man who sent her a bouquet of white roses on her wedding day— this year’s valentines day, with a piece of card of his handwritten note.

‘I wish nothing but happiness to my little lotte who blooms into the prettiest flower today. Remember that I’ll always be be here as your angel of music, as your guardian angel, as the one who will patiently wait.’

Slowly, tears fell across her cheeks. He misses him and everything about him. Just like a brother figure to her who’s raised as the first child, a daughter who kept her feelings in secret. Wishing the man to be back soon as possible.

A knock on the door stopped her from letting the tears fell more than before. The lass wiped it away with both of her hands before she stepped out of the room with her white night gown.

“I heard a knock.”

Alverstoke said from the kitchen. “I’m coming.” Frederica walked faster as she realized that it was raining outside. She doesn’t want her guest or whoever it was on the other side of the front door wet from the rain.

“How can I help you w…” Her voice slowly faded as she saw the man who stood in front of her. A bouquet of white flower on his hand, as well as a big shopping bag. Drenched with the rain, blood dripping from some part of his body.

Full of cuts.

ㅤㅤ “Harald!”

She shouted in fear as she quickly opened the door wider than before. It was a horrific thing to be witnessed. Eyes swelled with tears, Frederica quickly tried to take him in with her small figure. Frederica turned her head and called for Alverstoke who’s still in the kitchen.

ㅤㅤ “Al! Alverstoke! Al! Help me! It’s Harald! Please!”

She screamed out loud for help like she was fighting with the sound of the heavy rain. Upon hearing the familiar screams, Alverstoke turned of the stove and rushed to the door where he saw Harald with gifts on his hands, drenched, covered with bruises and cuts all over his body. He could even saw the blood dripped down.

“Jesus!”

Alverstoke quickly jumped into help. Took his body over and walked him to the guest bedroom. Frederica quivered in fear of what she just saw.

It wasn’t the Harald she knew. “Where have you been all this time? What happened to you? Why are you…? Who did this—?” Alverstoke unintentionally bombarded him with question while trying to undress him first from the wet clothes as he looked weak.

Frederica felt her heart became so painful that she couldn’t even move her legs to her husband’s closet to look for any substitute clothing and a towel.

She held her tears tight.

Shocked— scared. What words that may possibly fit the situation right now? She handed the clothes and towel to her husband and left them both alone in the guest bedroom to change.

Her hands were shaking. Couldn’t even pour the hot tea properly into the cup. The tears that she held for some minutes bursted, falling across her cheeks uncontrollably. What in the world happened to him and was all of it caused by her? George? Alverstoke? Harald?

The white roses that fell on the floor near the front door, Frederica rushed towards it as well as the shopping bag. She knocked the guest bedroom before she enters.

Frederica put the bouquet on the nightstand and the shopping bag next to the bed. Not to forget, the tea she has prepared for him. She put it on the same nightstand while she glanced at Alverstoke, wanting to hear an explanation or answer he might have gotten from Harald.

“We might need to clean his cuts, bruises, and wounds too before we could talk,” Alverstoke said to her, which Frederica agreed on. The couple then helped Harald with the wounds together, sincerely helping him.

Sometimes, she helped Harald with some soothing words that may distract him from the aching of the medications. It took several minutes to clean and apply some ointments to the wounds on his skin.

“Al, will you left me alone with Harald for a while? I’m going to talk to him,” she whispered on Alverstoke’s ear, asking for a permission. Alverstoke looked rather uncomfortable but he ended up giving her the permission to do so. It was hard for him to let his wife talk, just the two of them, in the same room. In a bedroom, to be exact. But he trusted her more than she trusted him. Alverstoke knew she won’t do anything he fears for months already.

He knew, that Frederica is just a soft person who loves to take care of people around her. She’s just that kind and loving person for those who knew her. Alverstoke knew, he married the right one but may-haps, not vice versa.

Not long after, Alverstoke left the room to let them both talk. Frederica sat next of Harald, by the edge of the bed. Her small hands wrapped his gently, emitting a smile on her face. “Harald,” she called him. “will you talk to me what happened to you? Why did you disappeared?”

Harald slowly raised his chin a little bit, just to let their eyes met. “Did I scared you..?” he asked in a coarse voice. “Did you beat yourself up just because of me?” Frederica asked, straight to the point and she knew the answer directly when he lowered his head and stares.

She sighed. Biting her lower lips while closing her eyes for some seconds to process everything. “I bought the flowers for you. You like white roses, right?” he replied carefully as he squished her hands gently. “I bought some gifts for the twins too. Sera and Hazen, the angels—!” Harald added.

ㅤㅤ “Harald—“

“Please, let me do it for them, Fre. They are also my niece and nephews. I’ll cherish them and protect them too. Let me do it—“

ㅤㅤ “But don’t hurt yourself, Harald.”

It then went silent.

ㅤㅤ “It’s a car accident… on my way here. I just took months off to rest.”

Frederica let out a huge sigh of relief. “You know that you’re like a brother to me and I don’t want to lose you, Harald. Please don’t do this again.” She looked at him in worry. “Please. Promise me. Everyone is looking for you and you disappeared like you’ve been kidnapped into another realm that might not even exist in the supernatural world.”

He nodded weakly as he slowly let go her hands. “Did he treat you well, Fre? After that incident?” he asked.

Frederica nodded. Though she lied, she didn’t want him to worry much about her later. Furthermore, Alverstoke was eavesdropping on the door. She could sense it. And to be honest, Alverstoke treat her better than before. Probably due to the guilt— probably due to children too. Or even worse, not even due to both. Just… a typical him.

Frederica couldn’t even trust his husband again after she got cheated.

She’s just trying to do her best while hanging on a single thread that will keep their marriage alive. Alverstoke, happy or not in Harald’s eyes, is at the end Frederica’s husband. “He treats me well and better than before. You don’t need to worry much about me because I’ll take care of it,” she replied to his question as she took a glance on the clock nailed to the wall.

“Get some rest. It’s midnight already. You must’ve been in pain too after the accident. Stay here until you feel better. I’ll let Alverstoke know,” Frederica smiled before she stood up and tied her hair. “The twins will need me in minutes.” Frederica stepped out of the room and let Alverstoke came into the room to check on his friend. Meanwhile, Frederica walked into the bedroom and quickly closed her eyes after she lied down. Confused and tired.

It’s too much for her to process. Everything. Like she was stuck in a dilemma. Her husband and Harald, not to forget George. Why would they fell in love for her who couldn’t even do things properly?

End of Harald Dean Johnston.

[thisiswhereifall]

Struggling to continue but I'm back

Hi! I'm back! Maybe not for long, but here I am!

College has been keeping me busy but I promise to do my best to keep contributing to this wonderful fandom. I love this ship so much, and it needs more art and fics. I'm proud of us, guys!

Anyway, I sort of mixed the prompts Secrets, Peanut Butter Cookies, and Headphones here to make up for lost time. Thank you all for your patience!

----------- o -----------

Keith wouldn't say that he actually had an idea of what's going on, but he did have one.

Keith normally never cared about anything that didn't involve fighting, war, or his identity and he still doesn't.

Keith had a habit of not setting issues aside and he does not intend to try solving a problem later on if it could be solved now.

Keith had an idea of what's going on, and even though he would never care about what comes of it, he will most definitely not just set it aside. It might affect teamwork, after all. Might.

And it all started with one simple question.

“Pidge, can I borrow your headphones?”

Keith usually didn't borrow anyone else's stuff. He'd prefer improvising his own method and equipment than owe anyone a favor, and it wasn't because he was cold and anti-social like the girl in front of him always says. He just wasn't used to kindness, being alone for most of his life. It could use some getting used to, now that he literally lived with a bunch of people unrelated to him in any shape or form – they were full human and he was not – and he would have to make a few adjustments to his lifestyle.

And although he will never admit it – and he doesn't plan to – he really missed music. It kept him company back on Earth, when he went for days with no one to talk to or care for him. Aside from training, Keith really liked music.

But he wasn't going to ask Coran or Allura to blast his favorite bands through Altean speakers. That would blow his cover and worse, get judged for his taste. Not like his taste was bad, he just knew that someone – namely, Lance – never fails to make fun of completely normal stuff.

So, he had no choice but to ask the only person he knew wouldn’t blabber about anything unnecessary.

“What do you need my headphones for?” Pidge's emphasis on the possessive pronoun made Keith cringe a little. He almost forgot that the girl values her equipment as if they were rare treasures(they are). Keith swallowed, and the two engaged in a staring contest when Pidge looked up from the machine she was building. Keith could feel Green's eyes on him, too, and he finally figured that he was, in reality, in the Green Paladin's territory.

He didn't break the eye contact, because he didn't want to seem nervous. “Uh, I…” Oh, great. He stuttered. “I just wanted to listen to something while training…” His voice lowered and he held his head low.

When Pidge eyed him, he already knew what her answer would be.

“That's… really a good thing to know. I didn't know you enjoyed music.” Pidge commented, and Keith almost yelled at her when she smirked mischievously. “But, uh, I…” Her voice trailed off, and she started adjusting her glasses. Keith knew – she was trying to find her words and was really nervous doing so.

As much as he wanted to listen to some music – and he just found out that Coran had access to Earth music earlier during breakfast talk – he felt bad making Pidge anxious. She was never really good with words. “You don't let anyone borrow your equipment.” The sentence came out colder than he expected it would.

Alarmed, Pidge's eyes widened in panic. “W-W-Wait! Okay, so maybe you're right, I don't let people borrow or touch my stuff, but I swear it's nothing personal, like, I like you, wait no! I only like you as a friend, nothing mushy or whatever, so it would be okay for you to borrow my things, but I just really feel uncomfortable when someone borrows my stuff and I swear I really like you – as a friend! Because I like someone else, and…”

Keith's ears perked up.

“Come again?” He immediately cut her off, and he could see the terror in her eyes while she tried to adjust her glasses frantically. Knowing that she wouldn't repeat any of the things she said, he decided to cut to the chase, as usual. “ You like someone?”

“I-It's not like that!” Keith was amused now. He had never seen Pidge so flustered before. Her confident façade faded and all he could see now was a girl who was desperately trying to hide her embarrassment. “I like him as a friend, too!”

Keith raised an eyebrow. If it was a friend, he was one hundred percent sure that the person was in this ship. After all, Pidge didn't seem like she had anyone she could call a friend before. Much like him.

Before he could push any further, Pidge turned away from him, working on her project once again. “Look, I'm really busy and sorry for the, uh, headphone thing. I need to finish this today, too.” And Keith left, deciding to ignore the fact that her hands were so sweaty and the tools kept slipping from her grasp.

Of course, that didn't stop him from training. For a while, he completely forgot about the earlier incident while he was facing the gladiator, not to mention, he lost interest quickly. It was a personal matter and he didn't want to pry any further into a silly thing.

That was until he and Hunk were sitting in the common room, and the door opened.

“Hey, Hunk, got any food in the kitchen?” Keith looked up to see a certain blue idiot by the door. Nothing special. Just Lance. He would ask Hunk for food every now and then, and this was normal.

Except he came in wearing Pidge's headphones around his neck.

“Uh, I think I left some of the improvised peanut butter stuff thing on the table.” Hunk answered. “We also have the alien bread that Coran really liked. He got a whole bunch of them from the Space Mall.” The Yellow Paladin quickly followed up. Lance tilted his head, confusion written all over his face.

“I don't really like peanut butter. Did you know peanuts cause acne? Not having any of that.” Keith blinked at Lance as he talked. As the Blue Paladin rubbed his head and turned to leave, Keith opened his mouth to speak.

“Did you just take that without permission?” Keith's accusing voice caused Lance to turn around with a scowl on his face. Hunk looked back and forth between the two, puzzled.

“What?” Lance replied without delay, taken aback by the sudden random question from his rival. Keith didn't seem pleased about having to point out what exactly he was talking about, but he did nonetheless. Lance eyes narrowed when Keith raised a finger to point at him – was that his middle finger? – or not at him, but his neck.

And when Lance's hand traced the object around his neck, his scowl disappeared upon realization. “Excuse me? I asked her nicely and she told me it was okay.” He turned to leave again. “Besides, she lets me use it every night before going to bed.” And with that, Lance left, leaving Keith to wonder about what just happened.

Lance passed by the common room again soon after, holding a plate with two peanut butter(?) sandwiches as he went to enter the opposite hallway from the kitchen. Didn't he say he didn't like peanut butter? Huh.

Of course, Keith knew there was something weird going on, but he hardly gave much thought on it. The days proceeded as normal, and the battles were won flawlessly – except that one time Hunk failed to break through an enemy barrier because he thought his Lion could, and Shiro had to save him from being melted by the nuclear material of the enemy defenses. The druids were getting more creative in their weapons.

Oh, and that one time, too.

It was just one little thing, no big deal. If Allura didn't say anything, Keith wouldn't notice – he was too busy maneuvering through the glaciers covered by the thick fog in the ice planet.

“I can't seem to find Lance. Paladins, the fog is interfering with the castle's sensors!” Allura's voice was glitching through the comms and Keith could tell that the Lion's sensors were also weakening. He immediately pulled on the controls, almost hitting a huge glacier, if not only for Red's agility.

“Lance—with me…--- found--- stuck in the – requ-- ck-up now!” Pidge's voice cut through the comms and it caught Keith's attention. “What?” He heard Shiro respond. Keith made a choice to fly up and out of the atmosphere, trying to receive the message.

“I said, Lance is with me! He found the prisoners stuck in a cave, we request back-up now!” Pidge's voice was loud and clear now, and Keith stopped himself from asking something entirely different.

Hunk beat him to it.

“You didn't split up? I thought we were supposed to split up. I go close to the ground, Keith would fly across the glaciers, Shiro and Pidge were supposed to fend off the incoming Galra ships, and Lance would--"

There was an air of awkward silence in the comms. It was a very short silence, almost unnoticeable, or maybe Keith was just overthinking things.

“Never mind that now, Paladins, we've got company!” Allura shouted, and a humongous blast caught everyone's attention. Without pressing on the issue further, they formed Voltron and took on the enemies with ease.

Nobody questioned anything further nor did the two receive scolding from either Shiro or Allura. It was like an unspoken message between all of them.

The next morning(?), a pissed-off Keith stormed out of the training room to drag out a certain Paladin who was late for training. As usual. As he neared Lance's room, the door opened before he could come close, and he didn't know why, but he hurriedly hid in a corner.

“Aw, come on, Pidge! That was my favorite song!” Lance's loud voice could be heard throughout the corridor, even though he was in his room. To Keith's surprise, it was Pidge who came out of the door, and to add up to his current surprise, Pidge was actually awake this early. Everyone knew how hard she worked every night, so they don't force her to train in the morning with them.

But here she was, striding out of Lance's room with her headphones on-hand. “Yeah, sure, Lance. Tell that to Shiro or Keith, whoever comes to your room to drag you to the training room first.” She answered with a smug smirk. “Besides, I need my headphones for something today.”

“You just want an excuse to see me this early every morning.” Lance retorted, unknowingly making Pidge's face as red as Keith's jacket. “After all, who could resist my charming bedroom voi—oof!” A jab to his stomach was enough to make him shut up.

“Whatever, Lance.” Pidge rolled her eyes.

Keith tiptoed away from the scene as quietly as he could. At least he now knows why everytime he or Shiro was about to pick Lance up, he was already awake before they could even knock.

[shuakkinda-blog]

Accidental first kiss with Seventeen // reaction

You’ve just started dating an svt member, but your first kiss comes a little sooner than you both expected. By accident.

Requested by anon. Thank you for sending this in!! It’s really cute and I was pretty much dying while writing the entire thing LOL.

Feel free to request scenarios and reactions on my page!!

Seungcheol

It’s Seungcheol’s birthday, and you’re taking him over to a surprise birthday party in the practice room where all the other members are waiting. He would be walking very closely behind you, and while you’re leading him, he asks you “where are we going?” You turn around too quickly and your lips accidentally collide with his. He freezes for a quick second after the kiss, but he eventually breaks out into a huge smile and giggles. You’re kinda upset that the kiss happened then because it disrupted the whole build-up to the surprise, but he says, “I think this might just beat whatever you’re about to surprise me with.”

Jeonghan

You guys would be running somewhere, but as you take the lead, Jeonghan would get tired and try to tell you to stop. BUT YOU KEEP RUNNING, so he has no other choice but to grab your wrist, ricocheting your body back to him and landing your lips on his. He’d close his eyes upon contact, but would look at you in awe afterwards, mouth slightly opened. He wouldn’t even ask before pulling you back in for another kiss. He’ll smile when he feels you giggling against his lips I’M NOT CRYING, YOU ARE.

Joshua

You guys are taking a quick nap on a couch in their dorm. Your head would be resting on his shoulder while his head is resting atop yours. But when you’re waking up, you’ll squirm your head upwards in attempt to stretch, which would ultimately initiate contact between your lips and his. The both of you are waking up at the same time, so you’d shoot up out of your position and give Josh wide eyes that would kinda say “dUDE WTF DID WE JUST KISS???” But honestly this boy wouldn’t mind that much. Maybe he’s just too tired to realize it was your first, but he’d definitely have sleepy eyes and wave to you like “heyhey” as if nothing happened (the gif serves as a nice visual reference :’). I can see him texting you later on when he fully recognizes what happened, like “hey y/n I think we just had our first kiss earlier LOL.”

Jun

You’d be chatting with Jun and cupping his face for no apparent reason, but ofc you’re right next to a door that Seokmin just so happens to barge into the room with, which scares you and pushes you forward onto Jun’s lips. He’d look at you after the kiss and stare before saying, “I know that was by accident, but it was kind of nice.” *smirk* If you wanted another kiss, you would have to be the one to initiate it but Jun would totally want it either way.

Hoshi

When your lips accidentally land on his, his eyes would immediately widen and he’ll pretty much be all stiff throughout the entire kiss lmao. Afterwards, he’d give you a smirky look and say, “Tryna move fast, huh?” *shakes head and wiggles eyebrows* And you’d be all defensive like “NONONO IT-IT WAS JUST AN HONEST MISTAKE. I DIDN’T MEAN TO-” But even if Soonyoung believes you, he’ll pretend he doesn’t this lil shiet. “Mhmm alright, y/n. Whatever you sayyyy~” We all know he wants another one tho :33

Wonwoo

Wonwoo’s reaction was hard to think of because his reaction really depends on how close you guys are. Although, I think he’d date a girl he already knows super well sO assuming he’s comfortable with you, Wonwoo would probably look at you with a slight smile before looking down to the side and shyly saying, “please tell me you want to do that over too...” (He just wants to make sure the first time you kiss is perfect, alrighT?)

Jihoon

Jihoon would immediately apologize for the accident (even though it was technically your fault) and would probably cover up his mouth to make his shyness less obvious. The two of you would sit there in silence for a moment or two, thinking about what just happened. Eventually, he’d look at you and say something like, “did we just... kiss?” Inside his head he’d be screaming, like his entire brain complex would be on fiRe. If you guys are alone and he’s feeling extra bold that day, he might just say, “c-can I have... a-another one?” DJFSDJFNISDNFJANOE LET ME BREATHE FOR A MOMENT.

Seokmin

You guys would be screaming over some random shit, but then a sudden loud noise would scare you and make you lunge forward at Seokmin, your lips accidentally locking as a result. B O Y this kiss would make Seokmin go from screech mode to silent mode in 0.1 seconds LOLOL. His eyes would be so freaking huge and his mouth would be wide open when he looks at you afterwards. You’d be apologizing for the incident nervously, but Seokmin would grin and say “It’s okay. It’s not like I’ve been wanting to kiss you all this time.” AHHH I’m 700% sure he’d be smiling for the rest of the day, and all the members would be like, “wtf Seokmin, why are your sun rays extra bright today? you smiling so much???”

Mingyu

OKAY BUT YALL WOULD BE LEGIT SCREAMING AFTERWARDS, LIKE “OMF WE JUST DID THAT??? LMAO.”  This would eventually turn into laughing of course because you’d both think it was a cute way for the first kiss to happen. Mingyu would pull you close whilst laughing and probably say some shit like, “I was planning on doing it in the future, but at least I know I can kiss you whenever I want to now.″ BYE MINGYU

Minghao

Honestly, I don’t think Minghao would think too much of the accident. He’ll let out a cute smile and a tiny laugh before continuing with whatever you guys were doing. If you’re really blushing red, he’ll kindly ask you if you’re okay; he doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable about it. He’s just... chill and... considerate like that, you know what I mean??? Though, there’s no doubt he’s gonna think about it afterwards for awhile, but he won’t let you know. He’ll also think of another way he can really kiss you later on in the relationship (so to him, this kiss doesn’t count. he aiNT FINISHED.)

Seungkwan

If humans were capable of physical combustion from emotions, Seungkwan would definitely be one to do so after an accidental kiss. His face would get all tomato red and he’d start stuttering out of nervousness, all while you’re busy laughing at him I’M SOFT FOR SHY KWAN OKAY. He’d take the blame for it, even though it would’ve been your fault. So you’d have to tell him that it was your fault to make him feel better (our boo needs reassurance every once in awhile). He’ll be up all night replaying the moment in his head, how cute :’)

Hansol

The two of you would be sharing a single drink with two straws, but you’d come in too close when sipping with him, and your lips would touch. He’d look at you, curve up the end of his lips, and say, “well, that just happened.” And you guys would get all blushy before you’d apologize and cover your face in embarrassment. He’ll come over to your side of the table and hug you to reassure you that it’s fine God Hansol would make the cutest dual bf/bff.

Chan

Istg this boy will legit smile at you afterwards because he knows it wasn’t his fault. Inside his head, he’ll be screaming, “omg I didn’t have to do it myself? LIFE IS AMAZING!!1!1!!” Because poor Chan would have been contemplating on how he should give your first kiss for the longest time. He has so many ideas and it would’ve been so hard to choose one out of all of them??? But it would be a relief when this happens because aY NO MORE WORRIES LMAO.