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[lostdrarryfics]

Hello! I’m looking for a multi-chapter AO3 fic, post Hogwarts but not by much. Harry is hooking up with Draco and both of them are in terrible headspace’s. I can’t remember if Draco is engaged but the Weasleys are pushing hard for reconciliation with Ginny. Harry ends up getting drunk and Ginny takes advantage & sleeps with him, leading Harry to finally give in & get married. He sees Draco for the last time at Grimmauld and seals off the room. He somehow ends up back with Draco, they run away together and make a life in France -? - and are close with Blaise and Pansy. All the angst is with the weasleys who are awful to/about Draco. Harry divorces Ginny via owl and everyone hates him for upsetting her/abandoning her. They raise Teddy jointly w/ andromeda and Teddy accidentally outs their secret to hermione after he graduates Hogwarts and goes to grimmauld because she’s stalking the place trying to find Harry. I believe there were two parts? But they are smart, suave, sexy adult Harry and Draco & unreasonable prejudiced Weasleys.

Thanks for your help, this has been driving me batty, I have no idea how long ago it was written but it was so so good!

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For my own personal files and resource, I decided to compile Star Trek timeline relevant to Seven of Nine and the Star Trek Picard timeline.

/Edited Jun 13 8:30PM

2344 - Stardate 25479. Annika Hansen is born to Erin and Magnus Hansen in the Tendara Colony.

2350 - The Hansens go to the Delta Quadrant and shadow the Borgs.

2355 - Annika Hansen is assimilated and becomes a Borg.

2353 - April 9: Raffi Musiker is born on Earth.

2368 - Seven of Nine and other drones from her Unimatrix crash land. Seven forcibly reassimilates her fellow Unimatrix drones to return to the Collective with her.

2374 - Seven is severed from the Collective and becomes part of the Voyager crew.

2375 - Raffi becomes security officer on Starbase 39

2378 - Voyager returns Home to Alpha Quadrant with the help of Admiral Janeway from a now alternate future.

2379 - Raffi is assigned as Romulan Affairs Analyst in Starfleet Intelligence. Captain William Riker takes command of USS Titan (Luna Class) together with Counselor Deanna Troi.

2380 - Romulans discover their sun will go supernova soon and the Romulan Star Empire requests help from the United Federation of Planets.

In the upcoming Seven of Nine novels, Firewall. Starfleet continued to reject Seven's application to Starfleet. Despite Janeway's recommendation to bring Seven of Nine and even threatens to resign from Starfleet if they won't accept Seven. After two years Seven decides to join Fenris Rangers.

2381 - Raffi starts work with Jean Luc Picard as First Officer.

2385 - Thad Troi-Riker is born.

- April. Utopia Planitia is attacked. Synth ban is enacted. The Federation plan to help Romulan Empire is abandoned. - Picard resigns in protests. Raffi is left in the dust because of this action. She continues her investigations about Tal Shiar, Zhat Vash, and the Conclave of Eight.

Around this time Seven gets romantically involved with Jay, who was helping out the Fenris Rangers. Unknown to Seven that she's actually a Black Market fencer. Real name: Bjayzl.

2386 - Icheb is captured and dies.

- Raffi asked to be dishonorably discharged.

2387 - Ambassador Spock tries to save Romulus Prime. Romulus Prime explodes.

2396 - Captain Liam shaw takes command of USS Titan. The Titan was badly damaged and is reconstructed and redesigned mid-refit. Using the Luna class frame USS Titan-A becomes the Neo-Constitution III Class.

2398 - USS Titan was pulled from service after getting heavy casualties. Under Riker Titan and its crew stabilized the Beta Quadrant.

2399 - Dhaj, Soji’s sister is attacked and contacts Picard

- Seven finally avenges Icheb. Tracks down and kills Bjayzl.

- Hugh is killed, and Seven is summoned to the Artifact. Seven pilots the Artifact out of Romulan space and lands the Artifact on Coppelius for the remaining xBs to live in.

- Raffi's conspiracy theory is proven RIGHT. Zhat Vash conspiracy to destroy the Synthetic citizens of Coppelius.

- Late 2399 Raffi and Seven begin their on again and off again relationship.

- Events of No Man's Land happen with Seven and Raffi.

- Rios is reinstated in Starfleet, and becomes Captain of the Stargazer. Rios gives/sold La Sirena to Seven.

- Raffi regains her commission for Starfleet Intelligence and is immediately dropped into the situation in Ordeve. (Star Trek Picard: Second Self).

2400 - Raffi joins Starfleet Academy as an instructor, Elnor joins Starfleet as a cadet.

2401 - Raffi and Elnor join the Excelsior.

- The events of season 2 kicks off. A new transwerp is born, Jurati Borg requests to join the Federation.

- Rios decides to stay in 2024.

- Seven receives a field commission as captain and briefly commands The Stargazer.

- Janeway and Picard leans on Starfleet Command to make the commission official. Starfleet Command gives Seven full Commander rank and assigns Commander Seven of Nine to USS Titan.

- Frontier Day / The Borg Attack. USS Titan-A led by Captain Seven of Nine (field promotion) and Commander Raffi Musiker engages the Borg infected Starfleet Armada in defense of Earth and Spacedock. Enterprise-D crew finally destroys the original Borg Queen.

2402 - USS Titan-A is fixed and rechristened into the Starfleet Flagship: Enterprise-G, captained by Captain Seven of Nine with First Officer, Commander Raffi Musiker. They launch for a Shakedown cruise.

These are the adventures of the Starship Enterprise...

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Love in a Hopeless World

A/N: Hello, my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓! I’m back with another fic for you! This was one of the options given to me.

Pairing: Chris Redfield x Male reader

Requested: @evansphnx12

Rating: Mature

Warnings: NSFW, smut, bottom male reader, sir kink, degradation, creampie, size kink, Choking kink, breeding kink, masturbation, and all characters are above the age of 18+

Word Count: 2355

Summary: Its turns out there weren't that many supplies in the old abandoned campus. So, you and Chris have to go deeper into the city to find more but during the little scavenge, Chris began to dirty thoughts...

I hope you enjoy it! Sorry if it’s bad! And sorry for any errors that are found!

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M/n: Male name.

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[1]

[2] YOU ARE HERE

DISCLAIMER!: I never played or watched any gameplay of the resident evil series. And this doesn’t follow any of the resident evil timelines, it’s on its own.

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Previously...

Then y'all had another round of hot steamy sex. And the others at the base had a hard time sleeping that night.

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Your eyes twitch at the unpleasant light hitting it directly. 'It's morning already?' you moved around only to feel wet sheets. 'What happened last night?'

Then you felt a body move and a muscular arm grab you, pulling you closer. You could feel the warmth, and muscular chest pushed against your back.

'Oh! That's right!' now you remembered why you were all sticky and sleeping against Chris. 'I had sex with my superior! But he felt the same.'

Then you felt Chris move around and waking up. "Hey, baby boy," Chris said with a raspy and deep voice. "Morning." you pressed your lips against his.

"If you continue, we may have to repeat what we did last night, baby," Chris growled as pulled back, gripping your waist. You smirked before getting up.

"Come one, we have to get ready. We have important business," you said. "Ugh, can't we just sleep in and have some... Fun?" Chris complained.

"I know you haven't had sex in 5 years but we need to go get those people. We'll have fun at the end of the day," you said stressing your muscles and popping your back.

The bed creaked meaning he finally got off his ass to get ready. "We need to go get those survivors. And scavenge for more supplies," you said putting your armor on and fixing it up.

After you both got your gear and weapons, you both walked into the main area with all the others.

Everybody looked at you both and immediately looked at way. There was awkwardness in the room. 'They must have heard me last night!' Hell! maybe the whole city heard it is quiet

"Uh,- sir... We have a situation." one of the soldiers said. "shot." Chris said. "Well... it turns out there weren't that many supplies found on the campus. We need more supplies if weren't gonna go get those survivors." the soldier said

You heard listening but your mind began to wonder. You still couldn't let go of the past, you remembered one of your siblings was accepted into MIT. This was 3 months after the Raccoon City Incident.

You would see on the news- Raccoon City survivors being discriminated against by the American people. "Hey, what do I keep saying?" Chris said next to you. His conversation was done.

"Stop thinking about the past, it's long gone," you replied, mimicking his voice. Chris laughed, "Okay, baby. But we need to go get those people."

You nodded but kind of chuckled at the fact that he didn't want to do anything today but now wants to do business.

"Come on, M/n! We have to get going. EVERYONE, protect the base at all cost." Chris commanded. "YES SIR!" they all said at the same time.

You, Chris, and a few others left the confines of the base. Even though it was morning, the sky still had a grey color to it. You open the door to the back seat and closed it.

"We should be there in 20 minutes or less." the driver said starting the engine up. "Alright, let's go." the armored car pulled out before driving down the messy road.

It wasn't long before you reached the waterfront. You could see the skyline perfectly, most buildings were on the verge of collapsing. Others were burnt to where the wall showed the skeleton.

Up ahead, you saw a bridge leading into Cambridge was destroyed. 'Longfellow Bridge.' You have been to Boston before and got to explore everything before the world went hell.

The ride continued for a while. There was nothing or anyone in sight. You could see the freeway ahead but like all other ways leading into Cambridge was destroyed.

"We're closing in on Bunker Hill. They said they are taking refuge by the monument." one of them said.

And wouldn't you know it? In the distance, you could see the tall granite obelisk peaking out. It kind of looked like the one down in D.C. but this one is still standing.

What you meant by "This one is still standing" is because the capital was hit by a nuclear warhead, along with other cities across the US.

The President and other government officials were evacuated and the countries important documents were evacuated as well. So, the legacy of the US would still live.

That means the President is still alive and is in some remote area devoid of zombie life.

"I see some people! They appear to be walking around." one of the soldiers said. And the people seem to notice us because they were waving at us.

"Stop the car," Chris said, the car stopped. He and others got out. Two of the survivors looked familiar? Like you have seen them before. They both were tall and had beards.

They walked up to y'all. "Please, are you here to rescue us?" one of them pleaded. "Yes, we're here to take you to our temporary base," Chris said.

They all smiled and some hugged each other. Chris ordered the soldiers to help some things and you approached the two survivors. "Why do you two look familiar?"

One of them laughed and smiled. "Well...- are you fan of Captain America and Thor?"

Your jaw dropped and your eyes widen. "No. Way. You're Chris Evans and Hemsworth!" you were lost at speech. "I thought y'all was dead! I- how-"

"Well, we survived! I'm not too sure about the others though..." Chris H said with that thick Australian accent. You both were just talking, unknown to Chris R was glaring holes into your head.

After y'all returned to MIT Dorms, you still talked with Chris E and H. You didn't even acknowledge Chris R's glares.

He was getting more and more jealous. 'I hate those two!' Chris yelled in his mind. They were taking your attention from him.

"We have to go M/n! We need to find supplies." Chris yelled at you. 'What's wrong with him?' you thought to yourself. "Bye guys!" You waved at the two Chris.

"He was fun to talk to." Chris H said and Chris E agreed.

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TIMESKIP (To Supermarket)

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You and Chris arrived at the market. There were some abandoned cars in the parking lot. "Come on." You both walked to the doors and opened them.

The place was absolutely trashed. Lights flickering, aisles tipped over, some cans on the floor - also money, which was useless-, and the roof caved in on the left side.

"Look for non-perishables. Canned food would be good and find any water- if there is any that is." you nodded your head before going down one of the aisles.

There were some canned foods but no water. The smell of a rotting corpse filled the air, you could hear flies buzzing. "Ugh." you covered your nose and looked at the rotting corpse. "Poor bastard..."

Meanwhile, Chris was looking for the same stuff, but he was still bitter about you talking to those guys. And completely ignoring him. He could already imagine your punishment.

He could imagine you begging for more, feeling the tightness of your ass wrapped around his cock. 'Shit.' Chris was getting hard. His cock was feeling restricted by the tight pants.

"Hurry up, M/n!" Chris yelled from the other side of the store. "Okay!" you finished gathering anything you could find. 'Why are we leaving early? We have few more places to loot/raid.'

You left the aisles and made your way to the front doors. "Come on, we have to go." you both we made went to the vehicle and drove back to base.

You had found some supplies. 15 canned foods, and some water as well. It wasn't much, but it's something.

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TIMESKIP (Arrival at the base.)

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You and Chris arrived at MIT. You were gonna go talk with Chris E and H, but Chris R wasn't having it.

"Hey-" Chris grabbed your hand and began to rush to the room. Everyone knew what was gonna happen. 'Ah, shit- there gonna go at it again.'

At the room, Chris pinned you against the wall and latched his lips onto yours. The kiss rough, his much larger body pushed against yours shows the difference in size.

His tongue pushed against your teeth telling you to open them. You slowly pushed your mouth, Chris immediately pushed his tongue and invaded your mouth.

"Mmm-" you moaned into the kiss as Chris began to grip your ass. "Up." He growled into your ear. You wrapped your legs around his waist and continued to make out.

He lifted you and carried you to the bed. He slammed you onto your back before pulling away and attacking your neck. "A-ah!" Chris found your sweet spot.

"You belong to me, M/n! I claimed you that night we had sex last night!" Chris growled. "Strip." he quickly removed his clothes, leaving him in his boxers.

You could see the outline thick meaty cock. "You got hard from just kissing me?" you laughed. "You don't talk me like that! You're the slut here." Chris growled as he gripped and slapped your thighs.

You whimpered under the touch. "Look at you, whimpering under me. And your pathetic cock got hard from me hitting you. But let's see what this ass has to say." Chris said as he put your legs on his shoulders

You then felt his thick slicked fingers at your entrance. One finger slips in, your muscles immediately clenched at the invader. "M-mm." you gripped the sheets as his finger pushed deeper.

Then a second finger went in. You clench even more as it did a scissor motion. "Aagh!" you felt his fingers touch the bundle of pleasure. "You're ready."

Chris pulled his fingers out to see your hole doing a grabbing motion. 'Fuck... that's hot.' Chris threw his head back while jerking his cock. "Can't wait to pound this slutty boipussy."

You felt his fat tip push past your tight ring. "Mmm... C-Chris!-"

Smack

"YOU DON'T CALL ME THAT! You didn't learn from last time? You. Call. Me. Sir. You got that?" Chris growled/yelled. "Y-yes, Sir... It's just that... You're so big..." You whimpered.

Then with one Thrust, Chris pushed his entire cock inside. "See? You're taking all 12 inches of me! Fuck, so tight..." Chris groaned. His cock was touching your prostate.

His thick meaty cock filled your insides perfectly. Like you were made for each other. "Y-you're... splitting m-me... in two!" you moaned as you felt it throb and twitch.

"P-please... fuck me... make me your slut." you begged. Chris smirked before snapping his hips.

He began pounding into you. His big cum-filled balls smacked against your ass as he thrusts harder. "S-sir! Y-you feel... s-so good!" You moaned as you threw your head back and gripped the sheets tighter.

"You think those guys can fuck you like I do?! Only I can give you this pleasure, only me!" Chris growled as he thrust harder, hitting your prostate repeatedly.

You used the last of your strength to get up and wrapped your arms around Chris's neck. You clawed his back as he thrust more, you were sure those were gonna leave marks.

"Maybe those guys can give me more pleasure," you smirked at your fake statement. You heard a deep growl as Chris dropped you on the bed and flipped you onto your stomach.

"You fucking slut! Only I can give you this much pleasure! Those guys don't deserve you. Bet their cocks aren't as big as mines." Chris growled as he gripped your hips.

Sounds of skin-slapping and balls slapping against your ass filled the room and the others in the building had to hear it. The walls weren't soundproof.

Your cock was twitching, ready to release a load. "You're about to cum without me touching you! Well, I'm -FUCK- about to cum too." Chris groaned as you tighten around him.

"P-please... give me... y-your load!" You moaned as you arched your back to give Chris more access. "Want me to fill this slutty ass with my cum? Gonna... cum... soon!"

After 5 more thrusts, Chris reached his breaking point, and so did you.

"FUCK! I'M CUMMING! CUM WITH ME!" Chris groaned, he wrapped his hand around cock stroking it before you released it all over his hand. That was enough for him.

"FUCK!" you felt his cock twitch before pumping his hot load inside, filling you up to the brim.

*Breathing intensifies*

Chris collapses onto the bed right next to you with his cock still inside. You felt him pull out with his cum leaking out. "I'll never leave you for those two. My heart only beats for you," you said sincerely turning over to face him.

"I'll never leave you too. We'll be together until our time runs out." Chris said pulling you into a kiss filled with passion and love.

'There is still Love in a Hopeless World.'

THE END.

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A/N: Finally this is done! I hoped you enjoy this, by 🍓Little Strawberries🍓!

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Ohhhh, requests? Requests!!!! ❤️

We all know and love SE and the Choi family (Mc, Saeyoung and Saeran living together in the bunker).... But what about. Other way arround?

Saeran after ending, with saeran and saeyoung making amends, and you finally befriending and getting to know the true person behind 707.

Im happy with whatever ideas you have for this, but if you need more guidance... A scene between saeyoung and Mc, talking? Saeyoung thanking mcfor making saeran happy and feeling like he failed as a brother for not protecting him, and mc being all sweet as she is reassuring him that it's OK and that they are happy now and just fluffy??????

Gosh, I wrote a lot, sorry.

Oh wow. I ADORE this request. Thank you for bringing me this sweet idea. ♡

I love envisioning their lives together post-AE, and it was so much for fun me to imagine this tiny little slice of that. 

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Saeyoung & Reader (platonic); Saeran X Reader (background), G, words: 2355

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Today there’s one of those early-winter snows where the flurries get stuck in your hair but the ground’s not white and beautiful, just cold and damp. The parking lot is nearly empty—apparently no one else wanted to go out today. Personally, you can’t understand why. You love the way the sky’s a bright white and how the biting wind makes the tips of your ears pink.

Saeyoung, who’s been walking a few paces ahead of you, turns around in time to see you stop and catch a snowflake on your tongue. He raises his eyebrows; he’s got his hood up and there’s a light dusting of snow on top of his head, like powdered sugar.

“I was gonna ask if you regretted coming along now that it’s snowing, but I guess I have my answer.” He’s got a complicated look on his face, like he’s not sure if he’s allowed to laugh at you or not.

“I have no regrets!” you sing, and then he does laugh, shaking his head indulgently.

“Come on,” he says. “Your shoes are getting wet.”

“Your shoes are getting wet. Also your head. Who goes to the store in just a hoodie in the winter?” But you run to catch up with him, splashing in the little puddles that have collected in the uneven pavement.

“It was the hoodie or the floor-length pink fur coat, so I went for the hoodie,” he says, and you can’t tell if he’s joking or not. 

The automatic doors slide open for you; he grabs a shopping cart from the assortment parked just inside the door. You walk beside him, feeling a little awkward. Grocery store etiquette, you think, is such a personal thing. Saeran, for instance, likes to go slowly through the store, lingering in each area—looking for inspiration, sometimes checking recipes on his phone. You like to move through the store at random, picking out items that strike your fancy. These methods work surprisingly well together—perhaps because Saeran finds it charming when you come running up to him with a strange new fruit in your arms.

Saeyoung, it seems, has neither a list nor a plan. He pushes the shopping cart lazily with one hand, heading vaguely toward the nearest aisle. You’re tempted to guide him in one direction or another, but you also don’t want to be a nuisance. This is his shopping trip—he was the one who announced he was going to the store; you were the one who’d insisted on tagging along.

“Are you sure?” he’d asked then, hesitating, one hand already on the doorknob. “You don’t need to! I can get whatever you—”

“I want to,” you’d said firmly, jumping off the couch where you’d been lying with your feet in Saeran’s lap, reading a book. It wasn’t that you needed anything in particular from the grocery store or that you didn’t trust Saeyoung to find whatever was needed for the house (though, in retrospect, it wasn’t that you did trust him, either). It was just…

In the few precious days that you’d been living in the bunker with the brothers—in a world that was suddenly so peaceful you couldn’t quite believe it—you’d begun to realize something: in spite of the hours of phone conversations and chats you’d shared with the enigmatic and charming 707, you actually hardly knew Saeyoung at all.

“So, uhhh,” he begins, a bit uncomfortably. You glance at him askance; his cheeks are pink. “What do we need, anyway?”

You laugh—you can’t help it. “What were you going to buy if I didn’t come with you?”

Saeyoung shrugs, looking down. He’s definitely blushing. “I was gonna…wing it.”

Maybe it’s his inexplicable shyness with you and maybe it’s your genuine love of grocery shopping, but your confidence is bolstered. You take the cart from him and he relinquishes it gratefully, falling into step behind you.

“First we’re going to get produce,” you tell him, and he nods eagerly, bouncing on his heels. He honestly looks excited that you’ve taken the lead; you make a mental note about this. At home, Saeyoung is often in charge—of little things, like what movie you’ll all watch together—because he is boisterously enthusiastic about everything and you and Saeran are more subdued. But here, without his twin, outside of his domain, he is suddenly much less confident.

You select a few types of squash; he watches somewhat reverently. “How do you know what to get?” he asks in a quiet voice.

“Practice, I guess,” you say. “I have in mind a couple of recipes we can make this week, and there are some staples it’s always good to have…” You pause, realizing something, your hands full of squash. “Saeyoung, can I ask you something?”

“What? Yeah!” He responds a little too readily and you know he’s trying to mask his awkwardness. It’s endearing.

“You lived alone for a pretty long time,” you say thoughtfully. You survey the selection of cabbage. “Didn’t you…buy food? To eat?”

He laughs, runs a hand through his already-messy red curls. “God Seven doesn’t need food to live!” he sings, and it’s in the tone of the 707 you’d developed a strange friendship with during those days you were at Mint Eye. You know now that Saeyoung was there, even then, under all that false positivity and diversionary teasing.

“You do, though,” you tell him. You hand him a head of cabbage.

Your firm tone seems to quell him. He looks down at the cabbage. 

“I ate snacks, mostly,” he says, a little more quietly. “Sometimes Vanderwood got frustrated and brought me other things to eat.”

You turn away to hide the look in your eyes from him. These poor, poor boys.

“You two!” you explain in mock-frustration, pushing the cart to the next refrigerated shelf. “So you were living on junk food while he was keeping himself alive with caffeine pills. What am I going to do with you?”

Saeyoung bounces behind you, still holding the cabbage.

“Feed us!” he says. You roll your eyes and tear a plastic bag off the role beside the shelves. 

“Put the cabbage in the bag,” you tell him. He does.

You gather a few more fruits and vegetables and Saeyoung asks about all of them; you’re amused when he doesn’t know what a persimmon is.

“So besides chips and stuff, then, what do you like to eat?” you ask him, pushing the cart into the large, open area where meat and fish sit on ice, row after chilly row.

Saeyoung hums thoughtfully, peering at a particularly large fish, complete with eyeballs and everything. “This is creepy,” he says. “Can we get it?”

“We…can,” you say. “But that doesn’t really answer my question.”

He walks a little ahead of you, and he looks at each different type of meat with such curiosity. They’re both like this, you think—so full of wonder over basic, mundane things. Saeran was in awe the first night the three of you settled in on Saeyoung’s huge couch to watch TV together. And now here is Saeyoung—who’s had considerably more freedom than his brother—staring at an assortment of different cuts of meat like he’s in a museum.

“I’m not sure,” he says finally, tilting his head to the side. “I love chips, and, you know, fish-shaped buns…”

“But is there a meal you like? Maybe from, I don’t know, the past…?” You regret the words as soon as they’re out of your mouth.

Saeyoung laughs bitterly. “Not from childhood, if that’s what you mean.”

“Right,” you say. “Yeah. I knew that. I’m sorry.”

He comes back to your side, leans on the cart. “It’s okay,” he tells you. “I don’t mind.”

“Still,” you say. “Sorry.” You steer the cart toward a display of different chicken parts and he pads along beside you—like an obedient dog, you think.

“What’s the difference between…” he bends over, peering at the packages. “Breasts and thighs?”

You giggle. “You tell me.”

You watch as his face turns red, clashing wonderfully with his hair.

“Um, l-let’s get the…thighs, I guess,” he chokes, and you stifle your laughter with your hand.

“Thighs it is.”

He throws the chicken into the cart with his face turned away and you grin. 707 was a tease, but it is easy to fluster Saeyoung. 

You move through the aisle of bottled sauces in companionable silence. You hold up a bottle of bottle of soy sauce and he nods enthusiastically; he does the same for the fish sauce and corn syrup. To test him, you hold up a banana ketchup—which you’ve personally never actually tried—and he gives you the same affirmative head bob.

“Saeyoung, do you know what this is?”

He tilts his head to the side, reads the label.

“Banana ketchup? Yum!”

You sigh. “Fine.” You toss it in the cart; maneuver to the next aisle.

“You didn’t even have soy sauce or salt or anything in your house when we moved in,” you say. “There was literally nothing in the cabinets.”

He strolls along beside you, running a finger along the rows of different kinds of pasta. “It never occurred to me.”

“We were kind of surprised,” you add, tossing a big bag of rice into the cart. “We bought a bunch of stuff, before we…left.” You stumble over the words; gears spin frantically in your brain. The words hang heavily in the air between you. Before we left to find you. Before we found you and then lost you again.

He’s silent for a moment and you know he feels the change in atmosphere, the way time seems to have slowed down.

“Hey,” he says finally. He’s got one arm draped over the side of the cart and his posture is a little stiff. “Did I ever thank you? I mean, properly.”

You bite your lip, keep walking. Your face feels hot. Suddenly, you’re not really looking at what’s on the shelves.

“You did,” you say softly. “But I feel I should be the one thanking you. You’re the reason we’re both alive, you know.”

Saeyoung stops, and you almost crash into him. He spins around, and he’s got a hard, determined look in his face. You’ve seen that look before. 

“No,” he says. “Nuh-uh. You saved us. You protected him. You did what I didn’t…couldn’t—”

Ah. Your heart’s pounding against your ribcage. Of course it’s here, you think—in this narrow aisle, next to hundreds of loaves of bread, that he’s saying this to you.

“Saeyoung, he knows that you would die for him. You tried to.”

He stuffs his hands in his pockets, walks away from you, lingers at the end of the aisle. The change in him is remarkable. There’s no hint of the awestruck boy, bouncing up and down over the wide selection of steaks, in this morose, bitter man.

“I didn’t succeed, did I?” he says. A mother with a small child seated in the front of her shopping cart comes down the aisle and you back up into the shelves to let them pass. You wonder if they can feel how thick the air is.

“No, you didn’t,” you say. “And thank god, because where would we be if you had?” He finally looks at you then, and you’re taken aback by the wild look in his eyes. It scares you; you take a step toward him. “You fought for him,” you tell him. “And he fought for you.”

His fingers drum a frantic pattern on the metal shelf beside him. He’s got the look of a cornered animal, ready to bolt. You’ve seen this expression before—though on a different Choi brother.

“I was supposed to protect him,” he says, so quietly you can hardly hear him. You take one more step. Another. Finally you’re at his side, and he flinches, but he doesn’t run away.

“You did,” you say. “And he’s safe. All of us are safe.”

He doesn’t say anything.

“We’re going to buy this stuff,” you tell him. “We’re gonna pay for it, and get in the car, and go back home, and he’ll be there. Waiting for you.”

Saeyoung shuts his eyes and takes a long, slow breath. You do it with him. He runs a shaky hand through his hair again and you give him a little nudge with your elbow. Eyes still closed, one side of his mouth twitches upward—a half-smile.

“Sorry,” he mutters. “I didn’t mean to…”

“I know.”

“I just feel like I owe you…”

“Me too.”

His eyes open; they’re clearer, bright and gold behind his glasses. 

“You don’t owe me anything,” he says, and it sounds like a question.

“I love him,” you say. “So, I think I do.”

Saeyoung shakes his head; the color’s back in his cheeks now, and he grabs the cart, pushing it out of the aisle. You jog to catch up, grab onto the side just as he’d done earlier. Hold on tight.

“You love him a lot, don’t you?” he says. You can see him in your peripheral vision—his eyes are twinkling.

“More than anything in the world,” you reply.

“Me too,” he says, echoing you, and you grin. You picture the look on Saeran’s face if he could hear this conversation—the way his green eyes would soften, the way he’d get that adorable little dusting of pink over his cheeks. 

Saeyoung turns the cart abruptly, maneuvering into the next aisle with an expertise you didn’t expect—you shriek, barely holding on. He cackles.

“We need this!” he says, and you turn to see him pointing at an alarmingly large box of some sort of purple cookie you’ve never seen before.

We don’t, you almost say, but you hesitate, because what’s the harm? 

“Sure,” you say, and you toss them in the cart.

Saeyoung smiles. “I’m glad you’re here,” he says. You know he’s not talking about the stupid cookies.

You beam right back at him. “I am too.”

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Split Second {Max Phillips x Reader}

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2355

Warnings: Vehicle accident, gore, blood, death

Comments: A split second changes Max’s life and yours.

Requested By: @ahopelessromanticwritersworld​

The wailing of the sirens in the distances were muted as he closed his eyes, listening for the faintest hope.

“Please.” He prayed, ignoring the irony of who exactly he was trying to talk to. “Let me do this. Let me damn her soul.”

Eyes opened, his normal brown hues were tinged with yellow, red pupils. His face had morphed into a mask that would haunt the darkest of dreams. A far cry from his perfectly coiffed handsome face that was presented to the world.

The smell of blood was intoxicating, but he ignored it. It was her blood, seeping from her body from too many wounds to count. He had never tried to change someone on the brink of death, but he refused to let her die.

The baby screamed, still trapped in the mangled mess that once was their car. His side undamaged, due to the quick reactions of his father. But even his heightened sense of reaction, his speed, couldn’t have kept them from being struck. And unfortunately, to save their son, her side had taken the brunt of the impact of the tractor trailer.

Max Phillips held his wife close and prayed that the venom he had pumped into her body was enough to keep her from dying on him.

****

There were days that he never dreamed that this could be his life. A wife, a child. The baby giggled and cooed in the backseat of the car, as if to remind his parents he was back there. Max looked up in the rearview mirror to watch him kick in the baby mirror set up to let them see his face.

She was smiling at him, her hand warm over his slightly cooler one. This shouldn’t be possible, not for something like him.

He was a vampire. A myth of old and monster of legend. Turned during college, he had resigned himself to an immortal toil of loneliness.

He had never thought of having a family, of having children, until the chance had seemingly been stolen from him. Undead, there was very little chance of conceiving with a human. A female vampire held even less chance of success. There were only a handful of cases of a child born of a vampire and human.

Until she came into his life, he had been kind of a prick. He could admit it. Looking down on the humans, viewing them as food. Or something to be pitied for their short lifespans and weaknesses compared to his advanced abilities and now endless time.

She had shown him that he wasn’t really living. Not embracing life, as ironic as that sounded, and enjoying it to the fullest. Changing everything he thought he knew and wanted out of life with that bright smile and sarcastically witty humor of hers. Laughing at his notion of shying away from garlic, not because it was deadly like the myth (because it wasn’t) but because it was so overwhelming to his more sensitive nose. Especially raw. The fact this little human held back her own queasy stomach and made him blood pudding was something that just made him realize he was falling in love with her. Even if she wouldn’t kiss him after he ate it.

It wasn’t easy, living with a human. But for her, he was willing to put up with the sensitivity to sunlight because she wanted to go to the farmer’s market. He wasn’t the easiest to live with either. Hell, he wouldn’t have been easy to live with as a human. Add a thirst for blood and the annoying fact that he didn’t need sleep? She sometimes chucked a book at his head when he tried waking her too often during the night.

When she told him that he was going to be a father? Terror and joy gripped him in the same moment. He swore that his heart beat, just so it could stutter with happiness. They knew less than nothing about what to expect with a baby sired by a vampire, but she had glowed as she stroked the rapidly expanding stomach and teased him that he had Max’s strength when the baby battered her insides enthusiastically.

Holding him. God, what a feeling that was. Well aware of the fact that the doctors and nurses were hesitant for him to be in the delivery room, even more hesitant to have him cradle a newborn covered in blood. Still, his wife had made him fall even more in love when she had demanded that Max be the one to cut the umbilical cord. If anyone didn’t like it, they could get the hell out of her room. That Max was this baby’s father and he would never harm one hair on his bloody little head. He wasn’t ashamed to admit that he was about to cry at the way that she defended him.

He looked back over at her, giving her a quick smile as he turned his hand to cradle hers. “I love you, babe.”

She opened her mouth to respond, to tell him those three little words that he needed to hear from here everyday when her eyes widened. The blaring of a horn breaking through the interior of their highly rated, best in class soundproofed vehicle.

His head swung in that direction as his own eyes widened. “Shit!”

“Max!” He heard her cry out, in fear, and knew that she was terrified. Could smell the change in the air.

Their son, the tractor trailer that was barreling towards them was going to hit the back of their SUV. Striking directly where their son’s car seat was latched in. He didn’t hesitate, ripping his hand away from hers and swinging the wheel of the car, trying to maneuver them out of harm's way.

He was too late, he wasn’t fast enough. All the vampiric abilities in the world couldn’t make a man made vehicle respond any faster to the commands. Couldn’t stop the force and motion that was propelling the crash. Her scream echoed in his head as the large sixteen wheeler started crumpling her side of the car.

Everything happened in slow motion. The glass flying through the air and the screeching of metal as it buckled in. He watched them get thrown violently around, her head slamming against the headrest and her body treated as if she were a rag doll. The scent of blood started to pour into the cabin of the car before they had even come to a stop.

The engine ticked as it died. The baby screaming in the backseat. Terrified, but seemingly okay as Max launched himself out of the car and checked on him. She wasn’t moving. Max looked over and saw her slumped forward, the hair covering her face already slick with blood.

“No!”

He fucking hated it. Hated that he couldn’t save her even as he sped around the backside of the car and started pushing it away from where it was mashed together with the semi. He heard the people in the background, cars stopped and people jumping out to help, but he didn’t give a fuck about them. All he knew was that he needed to get to her.

The door was a mess of twisted metal and plastic. No mortal man could open it without the jaws of life. Luckily he wasn’t mortal. Snarling, he gripped the door and yanked it from it mounting. The squealing of the metal was satisfying in the fact that it was giving, yielding to his strength.

“Come on baby!” The seatbelt shredded under the claws that had started to form. Max never changed often, only when he was under duress. Prying his wife’s broken body from their car qualified as he morphed into the more terrifying visage of his nature.

On the ground, she looked even worse, blood coming from so many wounds he couldn’t tell where they all were. He listened for the thud of her heart and felt his entire world shatter when he heard the obvious sounds of it slowing down.

“I’m sorry, I can’t do this without you.” He apologized, but didn’t hesitate to lower his fangs and sink them into her jugular.

They had talked about it, of course. You don’t fall in love with a human as a vampire and not have the conversation about turning them. She had always refused. Saying that she didn’t feel the need to become immortal. Maybe it would change in a few years, but for now, she liked keeping a heartbeat.

He hadn’t pushed. Enjoying her warmth. The sound of her breathing next to him in the dark of the night, or listening to her heart beating as he laid on her chest. Those things that he no longer had, the very real human experience that he missed. Especially when the fact that he had left her a human had given him their son. He selfishly wanted to try for another, just as soon as she was ready. Maybe a miracle would happen twice.

Now, as he let the venom that would permanently stop her heart flow into her veins, he wondered if God was punishing him. Ripping away everything that made his existence worth it. Further damning his soul to the depths of a hell there was no escape from. Even if he still had their son, he needed her more than he’d ever needed anything else, ever.

Releasing her neck, he rocked back on his knees, still holding her close to him. Cradling her against his chest as he started doing something he had not done since years before he had been changed. Max prayed.

“I’m bound for hell, I know that.” He muttered, running a hand down her face. “I accept that. But let me keep her.”

He closed his eyes as he heard people start running up on the scene. Normally he would never dream of letting his son scream, trapped in a car seat in a destroyed car, but he was trying to save his mother. Keep her with him by whatever means necessary.

“Stay with me, baby.” He begged, his eyes opening as he watched her closely. Her heartbeat was almost stopped, but he didn’t know if it was from the venom or the wounds from the accident. He might have been too late.

“Please.” He pleaded, rationalized. “Let me do this. Let me damn her soul.”

“Our son needs her.” He choked back a sob. “I need her.”

Her heart stopped. The last beat echoing through his ears as he waited. Waited to see if she would wake up again. Waited to see if she would come back to him, to them. He held her tighter, as if he could tether her to her body and make her stay.

A minute passed. The longest fucking minute of his life. He had changed so many humans, never really caring about the time it took for that transformation to happen. But now, it was agony waiting for a sign. A split second had been all it took for his life to change, for them to end up on the road, surrounded by frantic people and emergency vehicles. A split second for him to have to make a choice they had said they would make together when the time came. If she came back to him, he could only hope that she would understand why he had done it.

He stared down at her face, his anxiety mounting. She should have woken up by now. If it had worked, she would have her eyes open. His vision blurred as he closed his eyes and lowered his head to hers, holding back the sobs that threatened to burst from his chest. He might have been a vampire, but it didn’t make this any easier.

“Max.”

It barely whispered through his anguish. Enough that he thought he was imagining it. She had said his name so many times in so many different tones. Exasperated at him with a hand on her hip as she looked at him with frustration. Passionately as she writhed under him or even better, rode him. Lovingly as she gave him those soft eyes that he loved, her hand stroking his chest or cupping his face. He wanted to hear his name again and again from her lips, but he didn’t think that was happening.

A hand touched his jaw, making his jerk up. His eyes shot up to her face. Her own were open. Those eyes he loved, on him, confusion making her nose wrinkle.

“Why are you wearing your ugly face?”

Max didn’t think it was possible to go from the most soul crushing sorrow to laughing in a split second, but she managed to make that happen. He changed his features back and she smiled up at him.

“Baby, oh God, baby, I-”

“Why does it smell like blood?” She was starting to focus, inhaling deeply, and he saw the hunger glaze in her eyes. “It smells good.”

He held onto her a bit tighter, needing her to understand what happened before she tried to eat someone.

“There was an accident.” He breathed, wincing at the memory. “I had to make a decision. I couldn’t lose you.”

“You changed me?” She sat up and looked around the scene, her eyes wide as if she were seeing for the first time. Essentially she was, her new senses far superior to her human ones.

He nodded, watching her closely.

“The baby!” She turned, grabbing his arm.

���He’s fine.” He reassured her, brushing back the blood soaked hair soothingly. “He wasn’t hurt. Just you.”

She looked at the car and then back to Max. “Thank you.” She whispered, leaning forward to kiss him. “I wasn’t ready to give up my life with you.”

He pulled her against him, emotion making his voice gravelly. “I wasn’t ready to give you up yet, either. Never gonna give you up.”

It was going to be okay. They still had their son, and most importantly, their son still had his mother. He had cursed his fate since the day he had become a vampire. But in that split second between life and death, he was grateful for the means to bring her back to them.

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Fanfic Friday #7

Welcome to Fanfic Friday! Each Friday I will post a new fanfic here and on A03. Enjoy x

Read and save it on A03 here https://archiveofourown.org/works/32577124

{the anatomy of caring}

Ships: minor stevetony, focused on Tony & Peter

Warnings: none, it’s just fluff :)

Wc: 2355

It was obvious to anyone who knew the two well. It was Steve and Tony, Iron Man and the Captain. It simply made sense. If the logic wasn’t enough, the two looked at home with one and another. They slipped together like puzzle pieces. Tony always helped Steve through the confusion of a new world, and Steve always knew just how to help Tony deal with the anxiety of their reality. They were the perfect couple, and they both knew that.

Then, the spiderling came along. Tony saw a mirror image of himself in Spiderman. A young, ambitious boy who had the curse and gift of superhuman powers. He defied death each day he swung between buildings, and Tony couldn’t help but be enthralled. He couldn’t help but figure out who the kid was (It was pretty easy to figure out it was a kid, considering he only showed up outside of school hours). Steve, knowing his lover so well, knew instantly how protective Tony felt over the kid he’d merely stalked on the internet.

So when Tony explained the plan to show up at Peter’s with the “Stark Internship” it was no surprise to the captain. To the rest of the team, who’d all moved into the tower, it was a complete shock. The fact that Tony Stark, genius, billionaire, playboy, wanted to help this kid hone his powers and skills.

“You,” Bruce said, “Want to help this kid..what? Be a superhero?” “Well, someone’s gotta,” Tony explained like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Someone has to?” Nat questioned. “He can’t go around swinging off rooftops and beating up bad guys without any training. Or backup.” “Correct me if I am wrong, but didn’t your idiot ass do that?” Sam questioned. “I was not a kid. And I had money, friends, people,” Tony wildly gesticulated. “I am beyond confused,” Nat laughed. “Same train as Romanoff,” Clint agreed. “Guys, this is not that hard. Come on. Let’s take this scenario. He ends up meeting some guys, and, instead of, say, winning, he loses. And either he dies, or gets badly injured. Who does he have? No one? He bleeds out. He’s a kid for fuck sake.” “Cap’s been awfully quiet,” Clint pointed out. “What? I knew this was coming days ago,” Steve explained with a smile, “I know my man. He wasn't just gonna let this kid get himself into trouble if he could do anything about it. Plus, Tony doesn’t keep tabs, he violently invades lives.” Tony shot him a look. “With love, invades with lots and lots of love,” he quickly fixes, flashing his million dollar smile at his boy. Tony just rolled his eyes and focused on addressing the group, “Look, I know it’s a lot, but I think it’s just what I have to do. And I own the tower, so, my choice,” he said with a hint of banter in his voice. Tony headed towards the elevator. “Where the hell are you going?” Sam asked. “The spiderling’s.”

Tony left before he could hear any of the exasperated responses. It was a fair drive down to Queen’s where the boy lived. He parked outside the small building, and he then climbed the seven flights of stairs to the apartment. He knocked on the door and greeted, “Hello, I’m Tony, Tony Stark.” He smiled his media smile, extending a hand towards May. “I-I know. Mr. Stark, hello, w-what are you doing here?” “Well, your nephew Peter applied for the Steptember Grant, and well, he got it,” Tony said, thrusting all the enthusiasm he could muster. He maintained his fabricated nonchalant, disregarding manner in most places. “Wow this is, this is incredible! Peter will be home any minute now. Come in, come in. Can I get you a drink?”

He was back at the tower, recapping his meeting with Peter to Cap. “-can you believe no one knows? Well, now it's knew. No one knew this kid was swinging around. And he got these powers with no one to help him through it, and god, it must have been awful. But, he’s good, Cap, he’s so good. He feels the need to help people, beyond just guilt. He’s, he’s-” “Tones,” Steve said, kissing his cheek, “Take a deep breath.” To be fair to the man, he hadn’t slept for at least 36 hours. With all that coffee in his system he had the right to be a bit uncomposed. The two were sitting at the breakfast bar, well Tony was sitting and Steve was behind it, cooking some eggs for the younger man. “I’m just glad I found him before he killed himself trying to save the world.” “Me too. How long has it been since you’ve slept?” “J?” “Sir, it has been 36 hours.“ “Tonyyyy,” Steve said, clearly disappointed. “Steveeee.” “I’m forcing you to bed.” “I have work to do. Plus it’s only eight o’clock.” “Eat then sleep, honey,” Steve said in that voice that you just didn’t ignore.

C2

At first the “Stark Internship” started as Tony upgrading Peter’s suit, monitoring his patrols, and teaching how to fight. Well, Natasha taught him how to fight. After she offered, Tony was in no place to deny. It was overwhelming to Peter. He was being taught about tech with Tony Stark and being taught how to fight from the black widow.

For the first couple weeks, he was a nervous wreck in the tower. He’d hardly speak to anyone and only do and touch what he was told to. He’d change, head straight to the gym, and then Natasha would train him. At first, the training was silent, other than Nat’s coaching. Then, slowly, the two began talking. It started with Nat asking how he first got his power, then it moved to her first missions, and then suddenly Nat knew a lot about Peter. And Peter was one of the few people in the world who knew a lot about Natasha. “-so what, you fought alien robots sent by Thor’s brother?” “Yeah, that's about right. I had to get up to one of the buildings, so, with Cap’s shield as my trampoline, I launched myself onto one of their flying machines. Pretty fun time up there.” “Holy shit, that’s incredible. How’d you stop them?” Peter knew how the battle had gone down, afterall he’d been in New York during the attack, but it was something else hearing it from an actual Avenger. “Well, it was quite complicated. The scientist-” Nat reminded him to keep his wrist straight. He made the fix, and went back to punching the bag. She launched back into the tale,”The scientist, remember him, who Loki’d controlled woke up mid battle. He’d installed a death switch for the portal, but to access it we needed the scepter. But, the thing is, the government basically sent a nuke toward New York in an effort to contain the aliens, so Tony grabbed the nuke and aimed from inside of the portal and threw it at their main spacecraft. This turned off all of the alien tech. He was a he-” “Hey Kid, Nat. Please don’t tell me you're telling the New York story,” Tony said from the entrance. “Hi Mr. Stark.” Nat rolled her eyes, “I am telling the New York story. You were a he-” “Don’t say it. You almost done?” “I’ll call it. Good job today kid.” “Thanks.”

Similar to the gym, he’d become far more comfortable around Tony and in his lab. At first he’d sit silently, doing his work. Then he got used to Tony’s eccentric tendencies, he memorized the layout and where everything was, and he’d also been unofficially given a workspace. It became easier and easier to feel comfortable. The late night coffee and deep chats were simply a bonus. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, it felt like he had a father figure. It was nice.

One day, Tony was vibin’ to ACDC and chatting with Steve whilst working on Mock 50 of his new suit design when Peter showed up. Steve being in the lab was something Peter had also become accustomed to. “Jarvis, please get some good music on in here. Queen perhaps?” Peter requested. He did it to annoy Mr. Stark, and it did just that. “Hey kid,” Cap said. “Don’t “hey kid” him,” Mr. Stark said, faking anger, “Did you just insult my music? How dare you? I am revoking all Jarvis privileges.” Peter laughed alongside Cap. “Sir, you can’t do that. I quite like the kid, and the innovations he is creating require my attention.” “Why did I program you to have a goddamn personality?” Tony said, focusing back to his work, “And Jarvis, put the quality music back now.” “Anway, how was school?” Steve asked. “Good, yeah. The same really. We had another one of your “fitness” videos for class today. Real good,” Peter joked. “Oh god, please don’t tell me they really use those.” “They really use those,” Peter smiled, “I’m going for a shower. See you in a flash.” “Wrong superhero, kid,” Mr. Stark called. “Idiot,” Peter heard Cap mutter into the top of Mr. Stark’s head.

Upon returning, he noticed the absence of the team leader. “Where did Cap go?” “Actual work or something stupid like that.” Peter just smiled as he settled down at his workstation. He wanted to try out some new formulas for his web fluid. He’d had an idea in spanish class, and scribbled it down in his notebook. He fished for it in his backpack.

It was so easy. Too easy. And so so comfortable.

C3

“Come on, I’ve got something to show you.”

Peter had just finished sparring with Nat, and Tony, unusually, came up to the gym to “collect” him. He hadn’t done that for months. Mainly because Peter stopped coming straight down to Tony’s lab. Instead, he went to the kitchen and, mainly because Steve forced him, ate some food. He usually ended up in a random chat with Sam or Bucky. Occasionally he would catch Banner, and he’d end up in a different laboratory. He was always happy to learn about what the incredible doctor was up to. Sometimes, he was even able to provide a suggestion or two. Bruce always looked impressed by the boy. It made Peter smile.

Then he would actually make his way down to the lab, but not before trying to find Hawkeye. He'd wanted to learn some tricks with the bow and arrow. Somehow, Clint would be dragged into teaching Peter how to fire a bow once a week. At least. Clint pretended he minded through teasing and jokes, but realistically he loved hearing about the kid’s week. He’d always been good with kids. It became a running joke that Clint would let Peter know about all the tech upgrades he wanted, and then Peter’d report them to Tony. Most of the time Tony replied with something snarky like, “Tell the idiot he shouldn’t have picked a dumbass weapon like a bow and arrow,” or “do it yourself if you care that much.”

The Avengers Tower had become home just as much as his apartment in Queens was, and it was clear that Tony knew that. Hence the, “Come on, I’ve got something to show you.” He took the little Avenger to the elevator, hitting floor 80. He was a little confused given that floors 75-90 were all bedroom floors for the avengers or just spare bedrooms. “Mr. Stark-” “You’ll see, kid.” In reality, Tony was nervous. He and Steve decided a while back that Peter deserved his own space in the tower, but he had been scared that Peter wouldn’t like it. That he picked the wrong colours, or mattress, or well, anything.

The doors opened and there were two doors facing one another. Tony opened one of them with a key he pulled out of his black suit. The door opened and he was met by a beautiful and modern room. It had a huge bed and tv. There was a desk equipped with the latest stark Holographic technology. In the corner was a suit, specifically a spider suit. That is when it clicked. “Mr. Stark, is, is this all mine?” “Yeah kid, sorry if you don’t like anything. Cap and I did the best we could knowing what you like. And ye-” Peter cut him off with a hug, “thank you.” “Anything for you, kid. Just say the word. Want a tour?” Peter eagerly nodded. “Alright so that’s the bed, obviously. No more sleeping in the guest rooms or that couch in the worksho-” “You sleep ther-” “Don’t say that I sleep there, I am no role model for sleep schedules.” Peter just smiled. “This is a little workshop area I mocked up. You can’t really tinker up here, but do all the designing you want,” he pulled up the most recent project Peter was working on, “Then, just through there is the bathroom, a little lounge area over there and yeah, that’s all. Oh, there’s two mini fridges by the lounge area.” Just as Tony finished his explanation, Steve showed up. “Tones, you showed it to him without me,” Cap complained. “Sorry, babes, you took too long.” he turned around and placed a little kiss on his lips. “It’s fine. How do you like it Pete?” “It’s, it’s-” Peter couldn’t think of any words to describe how incredible it was to have a room at the Avengers Tower, but more importantly how incredible it was to have so many people looking out for him. Before he had just one, Aunt May. She is amazing, but he’d always longed for just a little more. Then, with the Avengers, he’d been given a lot more. They became his family. And now his home. “Thank you,” was all Peter could muster before falling onto the floor.

The two of them, now in each other's arms, just looked down fondly at the boy. “We did good,” Cap whispered. “We did good,” Tony agreed. They did good with more than just the room.

[onegayastronaut]

A Forgotten Spark (Hope Mikealson x Reader)

Requested by anon: Dr. Saltzman has saved Hope from Malivore and she is remembered by everyone etc, she comes back to school hoping to meet you, you were her girlfriend, but when she’s back you remember her BUT you have your humanity switch off. When you forgot her, you felt something was missing from your life and turning your switch off helped so you did. Or just hope helping her girlfriend turn her switch back on would include

Words: 2355

You could feel something was different, you just didn’t know exactly what changed. One minute you were checking your phone waiting for a text from someone, but now, you felt as if a weight had been lifted off your chest. You didn’t know what was worrying you in the first place, so you put down your phone and went about your business.

Coming out of your Vampire Studies class, a post-it note fell out of your notebook. All it said was “Love you babe! Can’t wait for our date tonight.” You frowned as you stared at it. The writing seemed familiar, but you couldn’t place who could have possibly written that and put it in your notebook. Maybe dinner could clear things up. As you ate, the feeling of unexplainable sadness came over you again, and every time someone walked past you, you couldn’t help but look up as if you were waiting for someone. The Salvatore School issued all vampires a rationed out volume of synthetically harvested blood for meals, and you sipped on it discontentedly. You’ve never liked the taste of the fake blood, and you didn’t understand why you were drinking it in the first place. Maybe it was time for you to switch over to something warmer and more delicious.

A week into feeling off, you sat in the Mystic Falls Grill waiting for your usual order of burger and fries to come along when two men started fighting across the bar. You decided to ignore the noise until the sound of a bottle breaking followed by a strong whiff of blood caught your attention. Suddenly, it seemed as if the smell of blood was the only thing you could concentrate on. You closed your eyes and tried to concentrate on something else, and before you knew it, the glass containing your soda shattered in your hand.

“Shit.”

“Don’t worry honey. I’ll go get you a new one.”

“I need to go. I’ll settle the bill later.” You ran out of the bar before the waitress could get another word in. Once you got outside, you ran to an abandoned alley in an attempt to breathe it out. Unfortunately, there was a teenager smoking in the corner. “Get out of here, kid.”

“Nah, I think I’m good here.”

“Get out!” You could feel your eyes darken, and you knew you weren’t supposed to attack this kid, or anyone for that matter. But you were hungry, and you can’t even remember why you were supposed to be upset! Maybe the smart thing to do would be to use one of the advantages of being a vampire—the ability to shut down your humanity and eliminate all the things that were making you sad. After closing your eyes, it was only a matter of seconds before you found the emotional switch to flip off.

“Duuuuude...what are you doing?” The teenager caught your attention again as you opened your eyes. This was much better: no more guilt, no more loneliness over God knows what, and best of all, no more rules holding you back. You barely remember feeding off the teenager, all you could think about was how good his blood tasted as you drank it down. All there was left to do was to dump his body somewhere secluded so you won’t get in trouble with Dr. Saltzman when you got back to school.

Days turned into weeks as you went from class to class. There were days when you simply skipped school altogether so you could run off to a neighboring city to feed. It wasn’t like school was that important anyway, vampires couldn’t age and you could pick right back up wherever you left off when you wanted to. You chose a different city every week so that you could throw off suspicion, and you’ve practiced such that your victims could still walk away from their encounters with you. It wasn’t really due to mercy on your part, it was just that you didn’t want to be locked up in one of those underground vampire dungeons at school. You couldn’t understand why the school was feeding vampires those metallic tasting runny blood bags when the real deal tasted so much better. Anyway, what the schools did was none of your business. The only thing that mattered now was finding a good place to get your next meal.

The only wrinkle to your plan today was MG. Usually, you didn’t mind hanging out with him, but today he was like a fly that you couldn’t get rid of. “You know, I’ve been thinking that the two of us could plan the next school event together. It’ll be fun!”

“I’m sure it will be. I’ve got somewhere to be right now, so if you don’t mind…”

“Oh, okay. I’ll see you later then.” MG looked hurt that you blew him off, but again, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. He’ll get over it eventually.

As you made your way over to the next town forty miles away, you were practically salivating over the thought of the meal you were going to have. The local high school seemed to house many delicious looking teenagers, and you couldn’t wait to see if their blood tasted as good as they looked. It took you a shorter time than anticipated to reach your location, and you spotted a tall jock as your meal of choice. Running up to him, you put a hand on his shoulder and looked at him in the eye. “We are going in the woods together. You will not scream or resist until I let you go.”

The boy followed you mutely into a secluded area and you turned to him with your eyes darkened and fangs prepared to bite into his neck. Just as you bit into him, a flood of memories seemed to flash in front of your eyes. A beautiful brunette girl came into your vision, and you saw her going out on dates with you and being romantic. It didn’t take too long for you to remember her name and why you were feeling so sad and empty before. You remember the fact that she was your girlfriend, until she suddenly wasn’t. These memories also reminded you of the fight against Malivore and how Hope had sacrificed herself so that supernatural beings could be safe. You could remember everything now, and again, you could not bring yourself to care. You had spent so much time feeling as if a part of you was missing when she had jumped into Malivore, you were not excited to opening yourself up to any more emotions. Finishing off your meal, you ordered the boy to forget about you and go back to class. You decided it would be best to run back to school before Dr. Saltzman noticed you were gone.

When you got back to school, you decided that keeping a low profile for the moment was most likely the best decision for everyone involved. It wasn’t that you weren’t glad that Hope was back, it’s just that you didn’t have the time or energy to care about anyone else but yourself. As it so happened, your plans for staying off the radar went out the window the moment you tried sneaking into your room. Just when you opened the door, someone rushed at you and enveloped you in a bear hug. You recognized the scent in less than a second, and waited for the hug to be over. It seemed that Hope was waiting for you to come back, but you couldn’t muster up the will to be happy at the fact that she was there in your room.

“(Y/N)! Did you miss me? Of course you did, well you technically couldn’t because everyone was memory-wiped when it came it came to me. But I’m back now, and I’m not going anywhere ever again, I promise! What have you been doing for the last three months? Have you been busy?” Hope stopped talking, and you stared at the ground.

“It’s great that you’re back, But I’m sort of busy right now.”

“Busy with what? Do you want me to come with you?”

You shook your head as you stood by the door. Hope stared at you with narrowed eyes. As she looked at you, she could see that you were still you...but something was wrong. She felt it from the moment she had come into your room and saw that all of your decorations were gone. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was really going on, but she didn’t want to jump to any conclusions before finding out more. So instead of saying anything more, she made a beeline straight to MG’s room.

“MG, I need to ask you a few questions.”

“Hope! I’m so happy you’re back! How are things? Have you talked to (Y/N) yet?”

“I came to ask you about her, actually. Have you noticed anything strange, like has she been acting differently in the time that I’ve been gone?”

“Oh thank God you noticed that too. I think she may have turned her humanity off when you went into Malivore. Before she did she mentioned something about feeling as if there was a part of her missing, but she couldn’t explain it. I guess her turning her humanity switch off was her way of not feeling like someone important to her was missing.” MG hesitated before finishing off that last sentence. He knew that Hope already felt incredibly guilty for all the pain that had happened to those around her, and he didn’t mean to make Hope feel bad about this situation too.

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“Dr. Saltzman, we have to talk.”

“About (Y/N)? Yes we do.” Alaric looked up from his paper. “(Y/N) has been sneaking out of school to feed on local residents for months now, and it’s a miracle she hasn’t been caught yet. She has been smart enough such that she has been wiping memories after she’s done, but this cannot continue.”

“I agree. We have to turn her humanity back on.”

“You mean she didn’t turn it on when you went to see her?”

“She practically kicked me out of her room after she got there. All of her decorations are gone, all that’s in her room is her bed and desk. It’s like there’s nobody there anymore.”

“I’ve had experience with vampires who have turned their humanity off, but they have to want to turn it back on. Is there any place you can think of that’s special for both of you? Anything that has a strong emotional impact on her?”

“I think I know a place.”

“Good. Get her there, because the longer she has her humanity turned off, the harder it will be for her to turn it on.”

———

Now that Dr. Saltzman knew that you were hunting humans in the area, life got slightly harder for you. Not only were you now required to have a partner go with you on hunting trips, you were also “asked” to meet Hope after class later on in the day. Even though it had been framed as a question, you could remember enough training sessions with Hope to realize that it would be unwise to ignore her.

When you arrived at the lake pier to meet Hope, you saw that she was already there waiting for you. “What is it, Hope? What’s going on?”

“Close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“Just do it.”

Closing your eyes, you felt a cloth being put around your eyes. With anyone else, you would have stopped things right there, but you knew you could trust Hope, so you decided to just roll with it. “Are we going somewhere?”

“Maybe. Just relax and let me show you something.” Hope picked you up, and before you knew it, she put you back on the ground again. “You can take the cloth off now.”

When you took off the blindfold, you could tell that Hope had taken you to the place where the two of you always went out on dates. Even though you could remember all the good times you had spent with Hope at this place, you still weren’t interested in turning your humanity switch back on. “Why are we here?”

Hope seemed nervous before she spoke. “I brought you here because I want my girlfriend back. I know I went missing, and --” Hope’s voice broke, and she couldn’t continue. “I should have talked to you before I went into Malivore.”

“I would have stopped you from sacrificing yourself. I could have helped you figure out a way to take out Malivore without you having to do it alone.”

“I know. That’s why I couldn’t tell you what I was going to do. I knew you’d put yourself in danger for me and I couldn’t allow someone else that I love to do that for me.” Hope reached for your hand, and you were surprised that you didn’t want to withdraw from her. Maybe having someone who didn’t want to avoid you wasn’t so bad after all. “I need you to turn your switch back on, (Y/N). I know you don’t want to, but please. I miss you, MG misses you. Even Lizzie told me that not having you to plan events with is boring now.”

As Hope stepped closer to you, the wind blew in your direction causing you to be able to smell her shampoo. You didn’t know just how much you missed waking up in the morning and burying your face in her hair, and it seemed like the natural next step to turn your humanity switch back on. The moment you did, a flood of emotions went through your mind, and you couldn’t help a few tears from coming out.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m right here.”

“I just missed you so much.” Your crying caused your words to be nearly unintelligible, but you didn’t care because all that mattered was that Hope was back with you.

“I know babe. I’m never leaving you again, I promise.”

[random-imagines-blog]

Vampire Heart {Marius De Romanus Oneshot}

Requested by: @horselover1994 Wordcount: 2355 Summary: David introduces you to his obsession.

The underground organization known as the Talasmasca was very much a secret - which was perfect, because keeping secrets was one of it’s sole functions. You had been roped into it when you were arrested for breaking into the archives of a little-known library, looking for information on vampires. Why had you been looking, they had asked you, once you were seated in front of the council. “Small girls may have big imaginations, but I know I didn’t imagine what I had seen when I was young,” was what you had answered. The council only had more questions so eventually, you had to tell your story. What had happened when you were young, what you had overseen, what you had experienced - it was a hard story to swallow, but they had been able to confirm the event that you had come across. “Sometimes, I still get those goosebumps when I am walking around at night.” You told them, looking at your hands rather than the people seated at the table. “I know there’s something still out there, and I need the information, the proof.”

“Luckily you found us then,” The man who had introduced himself as David had said, standing up from his chair. The rest of the council nodded in agreement, and then departed from the room to let David explain to you exactly what the Talamasca was. Even with his explanation, it blew your mind that there was a secret society that kept records on creatures such as werewolves, witches, spirits and especially vampires, which was David’s specialty. You listened as he told you a brief story about the one vampire who always seemed to slip through his fingers, who was a bit of an obsession to him. Marius De Romanus. A tour of his office showed off the paintings of one vampire, and you could feel why David was so intrigued. He was absolutely beautiful, and your heart seemed to want to escape your chest and fly off to find him.

“I feel it too, David, what you feel for Marius,” You admitted to him one day. “I - I can’t explain it but there’s something...” You looked at one of the paintings. He had his finger to his lips in this painting, in a perfect pout that made you lick your bottom lip. “Thank you for showing me these.”

“You’re welcome,” David said, his eye twinkling with excitement that someone else shared his infatuation. When you left his office, you were looking over your shoulder once more at the painting that was still on display. One more step and you wouldn’t see it anymore - and now it was gone. That painting was all that you could think about during the tour through the different offices and libraries, and to your own nook. You were new, so an office of your own would have to wait.

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The library was full of interesting books, but hardly any of them mentioned the vampire Marius. What was strange to you was that you had come here to find some information on the vampire that had attacked your family, but he had disappeared almost entirely from your mind in exchange for the handsome vampire whose portrait you saw for only a moment. “Please, please, anything, just a tidbit,” You said, pushing your hair out of your face as you went through one of the many tomes.

“Don’t work too hard now,” A friendly voice came up from behind you. Entering the library was David, with a conflicted expression on his face. You didn’t appreciate the break but knew that you needed it, so you slid a bookmark into the book and closed it slowly.

“It’s hard not to - so many resources at my disposal,” You said with a grin. “To be honest, it’s hard not to get sidetracked.”

“I understand that,” David said, nodding. He came up behind you and looked at the title of the book that you had been reading. “Interesting, that one. You must remember your purpose however for being here. Other research can wait until you’ve finished.”

“You’re right,” You sighed, admitting defeat. “How are you today, David?”

“Tonight,” He corrected. “I was wondering if you would like to join me at an event tonight. It is rather fancy dress, but I’m sure we can find you something appropriate.”

“I didn’t know the Talamasca had fancy dress parties,” You said, snorting at the idea of the stuffy-looking librarians you had met dressed up in cocktail dresses. David shook his head, an interested smile on his face as he thought of the same thing.

“Not the Talamasca. The Vampire Lestat.”

-

This was a once in a lifetime offer, so of course you took it. The Talamasca had it’s connections to Lestat through the vampire Jessie, who had once been one of the researchers in the secret organization. David had promised to introduce the two of you, as well as Lestat. He was known to be a bit of a drama queen, so you made sure to dress up enough that he would have no issue with you. Velvet and lace, a choker to protect your neck, your hair styled to perfection. And a spritz of perfume to hopefully hide the smell of the human blood pumping through your veins.

“We won’t be the only humans there,” David said when he had come to pick you up, in equally gothic attire. It wasn’t all that odd to see him like this - the man was almost always dressed in black on a day to day basis. But he had worn his good glasses, which made you realize that he was trying to impress someone.

“You think that Marius will be there?” You questioned, stepping outside of your home and locked the door behind you.

“Well, there is always a chance,” David said, blushing as he was caught. “It’s going to be a grand affair, many vampires, many ... interesting ones.”

“Oh no, we’re going to be the most boring ones at the party,” You teased.

The man in glasses laughed as he escorted you to the car that was taking the two of you to the party. “You have no idea how right you are.”

You weren’t used to fancy parties. Sitting in the couch in your pajamas with a big book and Netflix playing in the background was more your speed. Or even having a few friends around with pizza and a good old game of Cards Against Humanity was the most rambunctious you became. So what you walked into was something that you didn’t know how to prepare for.

Everything was dark, which is what you had expected. The only lighting in the whole place were candelabra and a large chandelier with twinkling crystals catching the lights of the candles within, illuminating the area with a dull yellow light. “It’s beautiful,” You said, looking around at everything. There seemed to be a nature theme along the more macabre, like skulls with rose petals scattered around them, vines leading from the inner walls to the outer where a garden glowing with moonlight was adorned with a still pool, showing there was not even a breeze.

“Well, it is designed by Lestat. He’s got interesting taste,” David said, keeping close to you. The seats were made of velvet, and though most were red, some had animal print. The details on the chairs and couch were leather, which you felt with your hands as you sat down to catch your breath. A woman paler than the stars themselves came around with a tray with wineglasses, one of which you accepted after smelling it to be sure it was not blood.

“Right, so where is the mysterious rockstar?” You asked David, sipping on the red wine. You may not know much about wine, definitely not a connoisseur but this tasted delicious. It took a minute to realize that the sounds were the buzz of other conversations, not of David’s voice, and when you looked up at him, you saw him staring intently in another direction. You followed his eye line to see the man from the paintings, standing there in the flesh.

The vampire’s eyes flickered from David’s to yours, and then stayed on you. He had a glass in hand, and he raised it in a toast. Completely hypnotized by seeing this person who has been on your mind for months, you raised your own. David stepped forward, but a small clique of vampires crossed the room between he and Marius. Once their line had departed, Marius was nowhere to be seen, not even a shadow of where he had been. Completely gone.

“Have you met him before?” You asked David, since the both of you continued to stare at the empty space.

“Once. Months ago,” David said back, clearing his throat and finally looked away.

“I think you should introduce us.” You said, without really thinking, then stumbled to explain yourself. “It would be a good excuse to talk to him again, I mean.”

“Why would you need an excuse to talk to me?” A voice came from beside you. It was more accented than you had thought it would be. The short haired vampire that you and David had been staring at appeared by your side, with hardly a breeze to give evidence to his movements.

“Marius,” David breathed. “You’re here.”

“I was invited. Though the music - is not my taste.” The vampire looked straight at you. Quickly, but in a motion that seemed effortless, he took hold of your hand. It surprised you just how cold he was. This is the closest that you have been to a vampire since your horrible encounter as a child. “I am Marius. I do believe David has told you about me.”

“And shown me your portraits.” You said at David’s expense. It was worth it to see him start to turn pink, although it did worry you how many of the guests here turned to look at him when the blood rushed to his face. “I am y/n, pleasure to meet you at last.”

“Appreciate the night with me.” It came out more as an order than a request but you were more than happy to obey. With his hand still holding yours, the two of you left the party and went out to the grand courtyard, where the moon showed it’s full face. It was a perfect night, with not the slightest chill from the wind. Everything seemed so still, that a breath felt like you were desecrating the place. You kept your lips shut, not wanting to ruin anything with the sound of your breathing. It was very obvious that the vampire next to you was not even pretending to inhale or exhale.

“How are you finding our city?” You asked, unable to handle the stillness any longer. Marius may have eternity to stand around and enjoy the nights, but you had a very human schedule.

“It is very showy,” Marius said, surprising you with a smile. His fangs were slightly noticeable, but that was because you were looking for them. He was alive much too long to feel any sort of insecurity, and so when he caught you, he smiled wider, giving you a better view. “Do you want to feel them?”

“Pardon?” You asked, eyes wide. You caught your horror and laughed it off, hoping you didn’t offend. “I’m not the type who wants to live forever.”

“That is not what I meant,” Marius said, raising an eyebrow. “We are able to bite without turning. As a Talasmacan, I would thought you would know that.”

“Is it that obvious that I am ... one of them?” You asked. If you were to answer his offer, you weren’t sure of what you would say. A yes might stumble out, in a move to attempt to please him.

“Yes, and no,” He said, walking in a circle around you, taking you in from every angle. “I know you are because you came with David, but you are not like the rest of them. You do not seem to see me as a study subject, am I wrong?”

“No,” You said, sighing your relief. You did believe that the Talamsca was full of stuffy people who tended to look at the vampires, werewolves and unknowns of this world as beings, not as the humans that they once were. It was an honor to study around them, but not to be one of them. “You are not wrong. But I must ask, why do you taunt David like that? You know that you are-”

“His obsession?” Marius laughed. “I am well aware, he has been following my life for most of his.” He looked up towards the moonlight, which only showed off the beauty of his face. No painter had gotten him just right yet. There was something about his jawline, his smile, his eyes that they could not capture. “I am more interested in you than in David.”

“Why?” You asked, staring at him. “He knows much more about your vampire culture than I do.”

“Culture?” Marius laughed at the word you used. “No, no. It is not about that. You remind me of someone that I knew long ago, in the beginning of my vampire life. Or unlife, I should say. Someone that I had fallen in love with before my heart had completely turned dark.”

“You still have hearts?” You asked, shocked, then blushed at your interruption. “I’m sorry, please, continue.”

“If we did not have hearts, what would the hunters put their stakes through?” Marius asked with a grin, like it was a funny joke. You laughed nervously, hoping you didn’t offend. “You look exactly like them. You smell like them. I was drawn to you. I feel as if...”

“As if what?” You asked, breath caught in your throat.

“As if I may have another chance.”

“Marius-” The way that he looked at you then, under that moonlight, made you stop speaking for a moment. It was like you had forgotten every word that you knew, save for his name. His eyes - they sparkled with such a longing that it took your breath away. But you eventually found it, swallowed, and continued. “You know that I’m not that person, right?” You questioned.

“I know,” Marius smiled. “But that does not mean that I will not love you.”

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Calling Only You

by faultyfriendofyours

Paul McCartney is not surprised at the hour of the night John Lennon deemed appropriate to call him up and request a ride. He's also not surprised his mate is drunk off his ass.

Words: 2355, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Beatles (Band)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: John Lennon, Paul McCartney

Relationships: John Lennon/Paul McCartney

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Unit Type ____________ Unit Size __________ All Inclusive Price

Appt. 2 BHK+2T ________ 1385 Sq.Ft.________ INR 85Lacs Approx. (Buy with 30% only and stay Rent & Maintenance Free till possession)

Appt. 3 BHK+3T ________ 1665 Sq.Ft.________ INR 98Lacs All Inclusive

Appt. 3 BHK+3T+SQ_____ 1760 Sq.Ft.________ INR 1.04Cr All Inclusive

Appt. 3 BHK+3T+SQ_____ 1900 Sq.Ft.________ INR 1.12Cr. All Inclusive

Appt. 4 BHK+4T+SQ _____ 2355 Sq.Ft.________ INR 1.39Cr All Inclusive

Note 1- Cheque to be drawn in favour of “Paras Buildtech India Pvt. Ltd.” Taxes Extra.

Note 2- All Offers, Prices, Payment Plan, etc. subject to change without prior notice & not valid until confirmed by the developer

 PARAS DEWS – PROJECT FEATURES:

• Strategically located in sector 106 over-looking Dwarka Expressway Gurgaon

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Strategically located in sector 106 over-looking Dwarka Expressway Gurgaon

•Designed to get maximum ventilation and natural light, expansive living areas well ventilated rooms.

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•Just 8KM from Delhi border and 20 min drive from IGI airport (Approx. 11KM from IGI Airport New Delhi)

• Club Dews-Gym, Sauna, Steam, Jacuzzi & Yoga Room, Swimming Pool and Kids Pool, Squash Court/Badminton Court, Cards Room, Table Tennis & Pool Table, Jogging Tracks & Multi Utility Hall, Amphitheatre

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Shaping the realty landscape of India with world-class projects, Paras Buildtech is one of the verticals of the PARAS GROUP. With other diversified business interests like Dairy, Healthcare and Education, the Paras Group is more than five decades old, with a strong foundation based on positive legacy. The group is progressing rapidly towards tomorrow with a focus on delivering nutrition, caring for wellbeing and igniting young minds. With the tenets of trust and integrity as its corner stone, Paras Buildtech’s vision is to enhance lifestyles by crafting state-of-the-art residential projects, high-end commercial spaces, and international styled retail avenues. Our focus on quality and excellence has seen us making steady ingress in an industry well entrenched with older brand names. By the dint of sheer hard work and the will to excel, we have chiseled a name for ourselves in the annals of the Indian real estate business; and today we have an absolute edge in the NCR region with a strong presence across Gurgaon, Noida, Zirakpur and Mohali. Our testimony lies in our results and in the past 10 years, we have delivered 9 projects.

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